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heavyhitterheaux · 6 months

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Down For Life

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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autumnharlow: daddy watching mommy's favorite show even though he said it was dumb

urbanwyatt: he's watching the bachelor again isn't he? y/ninsta: urbanwyatt and was mad as hell that his favorite contestant didn't get a rose lmao autumnharlow: urbanwyatt all we heard was him screaming at the tv, "Kelsea?! Kelsea?!? OVER MARIAH? Are we serious right now? How can he not see that the way she even spells her name is suspect?! who spells it like that?!" y/ninsta: autumnharlow not too much on my man now! lmaooo jackharlow: what the?!? who took this?! autumnharlow seriously? autumnharlow: jackharlow mommy made me y/ninsta: it be your own kids telling on you smh jackharlow: y/ninsta well you know if we were on that show, I would choose you every time blancahood: jackharlow I guess so because she would have fought anybody that came near you lmao y/ninsta: blancahood lmaoooo no lies told jessicakelce: I still remember her beating up that girl at lunch and she grabbed 2fo's milk and hit her in the back of the head quiiso: I WAS DYINGGGGGGG LAUGHING LMAO jackharlow: well that girl shouldn't have asked me to the dance IN FRONT OF MY GIRLFRIEND, she had it coming lmao urbanwyatt: and right before our winter formal lmao yungskylark: so we just chilled in her backyard that night because she got suspended lmao shloob_: look we were like either all of private garden goes or none of us goes 😭 y/ninsta: yall been down for me since the beginning and I love it 😭

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y/ninsta: idk who let these two out of the house unsupervised but it wasn't me 🙃

jackharlow: y/ninsta IT WAS YOU! YOU SAID I COULD GO! y/ninsta: jackharlow I don't recall baby. You just left me by my lonesome. jessicakelce: y/ninsta you not by your lonesome with them six kids you got lmao go bother them y/ninsta: jessicakelce I'm hiding from them axelwyatt: y/ninsta mom, I'm hungry y/ninsta: axelwyatt mom? who's mom? urbanwyatt: y/ninsta you better answer your kids lmaooooo y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I don't have any autumnharlow: jackharlow DADDY, MOMMY ISN'T CLAIMING US jackharlow: autumnharlow who...... who are you? blancahood: lmaooo yall are a hot ass mess smh ivyharlow: that's okay, I'm telling grandma jackharlow: IVY, YOU BETTER NOT maggieharlow: jackharlow too late. you two are starving my babies? jackharlow: maggieharlow they have eaten us out of a house, home, car, yacht, all of it smh normani: I see number 7 in the future jackharlow: normani give me a few years y/ninsta: jackharlow give you a few years to do WHAT?! jackharlow: y/ninsta love you baby 😘

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jackharlow: I know yall can tell who dressed them today 🥰

y/ninsta: Cash and Cam, my greatest joys 😍 ivyharlow: y/ninsta soooo we don't exist? we are your first born children? jessicakelce: OMG THEY ARE ADORABLE saweetie: my cutest littlest nephews! y/ninsta: ivyharlow I'm not claiming you as my child until you clean your room like I asked now get off your phone before I take it ivyharlow: y/ninsta fine smh urbanwyatt: outfits courtesy of uncle urby and auntie curse 🥰 theestallion: jackharlow has gotten better with his fashion choices over the years so I expected nothing less jackharlow: theestallion I'm ignoring you smh dualipa: awww my little babies!! so cute! brandisimmons: and look at those smiles! druski2funny: I already know from the looks on their faces, they about to be bad as hell jackharlow: druski2funny you better shut the hell up and not speak that into existence y/ninsta: druski2funny imma whoop your ass druski2funny: yall remember when I was babysitting the triplets and they tied me to a chair and put tape over my mouth? I was trapped for hours jackharlow: druski2funny lmaoooo I still have photographic evidence, how could we forget? y/ninsta: nah, but urbanwyatt got the worst of it because he was put in solitary confinement lmaooo urbanwyatt: y/ninsta don't bring up old shit smh jackandy/naremyparents: still so happy to witness the life that they created for themselves allthingsy/n: been here since the beginning and still going strong!

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y/ninsta: the face I make on a daily basis because these kids have me fighting for my life

jackharlow THIS IS YOUR FAULT

jackharlow: you wanna make another one? y/ninsta: jackharlow BLOCKED dualipa: jackharlow you've done enough lmao get off of her jackharlow: dualipa I can never do enough y/ninsta: jackharlow SAYS WHO? jackharlow: y/ninsta me 🥰 y/ninsta: normani look what you started smh quiiso: jackharlow y/ninsta yall can have another one and give it to me jackharlow: quiiso yeah right, all y/ninsta has to do is take one look at them and she's going to want to keep them brandisimmons: jackharlow she has a nurturing spirit, we all know this. that's why she was able to keep yall asses in check 2forwoyne: brandisimmons now why am I in it? brandisimmons: 2forwoyne because you liked to steal people's food back in the day smh 2forwoyne: look if it was left unclaimed, I was eating it y/ninsta: 2forwoyne sounds like my second born smh axelwyatt: maggieharlow they still didn't feed me jackharlow: axelwyatt now why are you lying? 🙄 maggieharlow: jackharlow that's okay. I'm coming to get them and feeding them and you can't have any claybornharlow: I'm coming too jackharlow: claybornharlow the accidental child has returned y/ninsta: JACKMAN STOP IT RIGHT NOW claybornharlow: y/ninsta it's okay, I'm just biding my time jackharlow: claybornharlow what are you planning? 👀👀👀 y/ninsta: oh good lord smh claybornharlow: jackharlow that's for me to know and you'll find out when the time comes ivyharlow: uncle clay just blame it on autumn, she does everything else she's not supposed to autumnharlow: ivyharlow and that's why you're adopted ivyharlow: autumn, I look exactly like our mother, try again axelwyatt: I'm still the favorite sooooo the two of you arguing is unnecessary smh

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y/ninsta: Ivy, Axel, Autumn, Nova, Cash, and Camden Harlow's momma 🥰

Damn that was a mouthful 🤣

jackharlow: we going for number seven 😍😍😍😍 y/ninsta: jackharlow don't make me block you again saweetie: jack, pleaseeee let my girl live lmaoooo y/ninsta: saweetie that's okay, he's going to wake up one day and hear the tires screeching out the driveway and he'll have to fend for himself for 48 hours urbanwyatt: jackharlow and don't call me to help you druski2funny: jackharlow or me. I've had enough of my fair share of terror of the Harlow children y/ninsta: NOT TOO MUCH ON MY BABIES NOW 🤨🤨🤨 autumnharlow: y/ninsta nice of you to claim us, mother y/ninsta: autumnharlow don't you have homework to do? jessicakelce: the blue hair baddie has returned! sza: do I hear a girls trip in the future being planned? jackharlow: sza NO. not unless y/ninsta can put me in her suitcase quiiso: jackharlow now bruh....... urbanwyatt: jackharlow lmaoooo now you know good and well privategarden is having flashbacks from the last time when we had to BEG neelam to buy you a plane ticket to go and see your wife yungskylark: he had everybody's ass stressed out claybornharlow: and was getting on maggieharlow's nerves so I know it was bad lmao she was calling me saying 'please come and get your brother to entertain him because I don't know how much more I can take' lmaooooo axelwyatt: he's been a simp since he was 14 and nothing has changed jackharlow: axelwyatt being a simp is what got you here so tread lightly and you are just as bad if not WORSE than me when it comes to your mom autumnharlow: hmm dad has a point, ax y/ninsta: yall better not come for my baby! jackharlow: y/ninsta I knew you'd have my back 🥰 y/ninsta: jackharlow I was talking about axel jackharlow: y/ninsta SO YOU JUST LEAVE ME TO FEND FOR MYSELF? y/ninsta: jackharlow yes, you can handle it urbanwyatt: LMAOOOOOOO axel is literally jackharlow in a kid's body

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y/ninsta: my face when jackharlow suggests we make another baby. SIR, MY VAGINA IS TIRED 😫

saweetie: jackharlow imma have to kidnap her if you don't let my girl live in peace jackharlow: saweetie not too much on me now. yall remember last week when you, her, and hot chips went to brunch and drank all those damn mimosas? I came to get her, drunk off her ass and she was damn near trying to rip my clothes off as I was driving. IT'S NOT ME, IT'S HER urbanwyatt: lmaooo and I was a witness to this so jackharlow is in fact not lying lmaoooo sza: hmm we have evidence in the group chat that suggests otherwise, but since you have a witness this time, imma let it slide y/ninsta: jackharlow I... what? not you telling on me jackharlow: y/ninsta I had to defend my name! you always throwing me under the bus! claybornharlow: jackharlow actually you do that to yourself, but.... druski2funny: now why am I up there? what I do?! y/ninsta: druski2funny you cheap as hell for giving the triplets a coupon to mcdonalds for their birthday and told them that they had to all share the medium fry that the coupon was for blancahood: PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE 2forwoyne: now druski2funny you know better lmao lilnasx: he ghetto as hell and he doesn't know any better smh druski2funny: y/ninsta I HADN'T GOTTEN PAID YET jackharlow: druski2funny lies you tell jessicakelce: their faces were priceless lmaoooo autumnharlow: and he wonders why he got tied up smh axelwyatt: playing cops and robbers, but there was nothing to rob since he didn't have anything normani: I AM LITERALLY CRYINGGGG druski2funny: now why everybody coming for me?!? y/ninsta: druski2funny and you wanted to be his life partner so bad, but cheap as hell? that was not about to fly smh jackharlow: y/ninsta sooo about number seven? y/ninsta: jackharlow you know I'm down for you for life but.... ABSOLUTELY NOT smh jackharlow: well it was worth a shot I guess smh

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reivrze · 1 year

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K imma try this again. Hi! So can you maybe do enemies to lovers headcanon or reactions idk. Of Niki as enemies to lovers with reader and they’re in highschool, on the same dance team and always competing. And their also in the same friend group (reader is Friends with enhypen) idk if that makes sense. Lol. Okay ly

Byeee!

a/n : hii !! sorry i wasn't able to do this request a while ago, i was just starting to write and i had a hard time coming up with a good idea for this but i hope this is up to your expectations.

in which despite you being the dance captain, alongside niki, you were struggling to get your most recent choreo down. pairing : dance co-captain!niki x dance co-captain!reader genre : headcanon, fluff, enemies to lovers warning : minor bickering

you had manage to book a showcase event for your dance team. niki had insisted on choreographing the opening dance.

so here you were, in the gym with the rest of the group, while niki was trying to teach everyone the dance he had made.

everyone seemed to be able to execute it but you were stuck with this one move, your body not letting you do it, despite your efforts.

an hour passed by and you were starting to feel hopeless, ready to give up on that one move and see if you could do something else.

niki, of course, had noticed your struggle after a while and called out everyone to take five. he had this annoyed look on his face as he approached you.

"dude, what are you doing??"

"go away niki, i don't need your judgement right now"

you walked away, going to where your friends were sitting across the room, niki trailed behind you to join them too.

as you sat down besides your friend, jungwon, you laid your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted.

niki threw a disgusted look at you and rolled his eyes at the scene. you were slightly confused at his reaction to such a normal action.

niki felt a little off seeing you lay your head on jungwon, but he quickly brushed off the feeling as just him being annoyed that you were resting when you couldn't get the dance down yet.

the five minutes being up, you all went back to practice, and still, despite your efforts, that move was not getting any easier.

the practice was now over and you had been excited to go back home, when niki called out for you to stay so that he could talk to you. huffing, you put your stuff down and made your way to him while everyone else was leaving

"what the hell is wrong with you? why can't you get the dance down?"

"i'm trying. give me more time and i'll get it down."

"no. you're gonna get it down right now, i'll help you but only for the sake of the showcase and the team, don't get any ideas."

niki asked you to perform the dance in front of him over 6 times by now and you were sweating your ass off.

"i give up, can't you come up with another move?"

"no way, you're not giving up." taking a deep breath, he got up and stood behind you, ready to help you.

"again, don't get any ideas, i'm only doing this because it physically pains me to watch you dancing"

"shut up."

as you started doing the dance, niki stopped you and placed his hands on your arms, placing them in the correct position. and then your hips, turning them to face the right way.

you couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat every time he laid his hands on you and how close his face was to yours.

after around 15 minutes, the move having been broken down to every little step, now seemed much easier to do.

you tried one more time with niki doing it beside you. you had finally gotten it, feeling overjoyed, you threw yourself on niki, hugging him with all your might, feeling grateful.

you quickly snapped out of your sudden joy, and got yourself off of niki, feeling very awkward now that you had realized what you had just done.

niki was just staring at you, surprised by the sudden hug as he chuckled.

"weirdo."

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d3adp00ls · 2 years

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In The Dark

(Prologue)

Fandom: MARVEL

Pair(s): Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Dark Fic

Word count: 953

Warnings: Dark Fic!! Curses, Kidnapping, Use of needles, Use of Drugs, Use of google translate (Idk if that's a real warning but imma just put it just in case)

MINORS DNI THIS IS A DARK FIC AND WILL HAVE 18+ THEMES IN OTHER CHAPTERS. (Tbh idrc tho lol)

By clicking continue you are confirming that you are 18+ ( again, do what you want tho I can’t rlly stop you) and have read the warnings above.

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, etc

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September 27th, Tuesday 6:30pm

“Fuck!!”

I yelled out when the hot coffee fell onto the ground spilling everywhere, I groaned and looked up to see everyone in the cafe staring at me, I smiled embarrassingly while grabbing some napkins. ‘Great job Y/n you’ve really fucked this one up’ I thought to myself while cleaning the coffee off the floor.

Ding

I look up towards the door to see a familiar red-head walk in

“Oh hey, Natasha,” I say with a small smile throwing away the wet napkins.

“Hey…what are you doing?” she asks

“Oh, I dropped some coffee and needed to clean it up” I shrugged walking behind the counter.

She nodded looking up at the menu above the counter while I tapped my fingers against the counter.

“I'll take a large black coffee and a coffee cake,” she said finally, looking down at me.

I nodded as I typed her order out.

“Is that all?” I asked, looking back at her

She nods in response just as I finish putting her order in.

“Alright, your total is $6.75. Your order should be out in about 3 minutes"

She nodded before handing me the money, I counted it as she walked away to find a seat, after I confirmed the amount I put the money into the cash register and I turned to go and make the coffee.

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After I gave Natasha her order, she stayed in the cafe for a little while longer. Even after finishing her stuff she stayed, I wouldn't have cared at all if she hadn't been staring at me the whole time. Every time I looked over at her she would be staring at me with an unreadable blank expression, I tried to ignore her but it got harder as time went on. Thankfully, she eventually left.

I sighed as I watched the redhead leave the cafe, looking at the time to find there was about an hour left before I could start closing for the night.

7:55pm

It was now 5 minutes till closing, seeing that no one was in the cafe, and I doubted anyone would come 5 minutes before closing, I started cleaning up.

After whipping down the last table I checked the time seeing that it was now 8 I push in one more chair before heading towards the back and grabbing my stuff.

I walked out of the cafe and locked the door behind me and put my headphones in before beginning my journey to the train station.

Halfway into my walk, I began hearing heavy footsteps behind me, but every time I looked behind me no one was there, I start to pick up the pace taking out my phone to try and call Wanda.

“Come on, come on, answer the phone” I mumble while the phone rings then goes into voicemail.

“Shit,” I mumble while looking up and seeing a corner.

I turn the corner only to be met with a wall.

Dead-end

“Fucking hell..” I mumble getting ready to turn around and go a different way.

But, before I can fully turn around I'm pushed against the wall.

My eyes were forced shut from the impact and I groan in pain.

“Sorry detka, I didn't mean to be so rough”

I open my eyes, taking in the appearance of my assaulter.

“Hey, Y/n,” Natasha says with a small smile and my eyes widen

“Nat-...what are you doing?” I spoke as I tried to shove her off of me, but that only caused her to tighten her grip.

She didn't answer, instead, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a needle.

“What the hell!? What are you doing!? get off of me!” I shout as I try to kick her, which only causes her to push her body fully against me.

“Stop, I swear you'll be fine just let me…” she cuts herself off while bringing the needle closer to my neck.

This time, instead of kicking her off, when her arm got just close enough to my face, I quickly bit her– making sure to sink my teeth in. She stumbled back either in pain or shock, but before thinking about it I bolted off.

“FUCK, Y/N! COME BACK!!!” I heard her echo as I continued to sprint away.

I didn't dare look back, I just kept running until I made it to the train station. I ran down the stairs, thankful to be alive at this point, only to see the train already pulling off.

“SHIT!!” I yelled.

I turn around when I hear footsteps behind me to see Natasha running down the stairs, making eerie eye contact with me, my eyes went wide in fear. Somehow, I just then noticed it was only her and me in the station.

I tried to run again, but it was pointless. Before I got far enough, she grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the ground then straddled me.

I let out a scream hoping that somehow, some way, someone could hear me.

“Shut the fuck up!” she shouted while covering my mouth with one hand, the other hand occupied with the needle going into my neck.

I let out a muffled whimper at the– less painful than I thought– feeling while she shushes me.

“It's okay moya Lyubov I promise you'll be okay,” she said while removing herself from me, knowing I didn't have enough strength to make an escape.

All the strength was leaving my body slowly as she simply stared down at me. She then takes out her phone, before I let sleep fully consume me I heard Natasha say something to the person on the phone

“I got her, Wanda”

Then I was out.

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Welp!! That’s that..I finally finished this it took forever but it’s done.

Anygays, I hope y’all enjoyed this, PLEASE if you find anything wrong with this chapter tell me I rlly encourage Feedback.

Anyways until the next chapter,Byeeeeee.

#yandere natasha #yandere natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #dark natasha romanoff #in the dark #ITD #dark natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #black widow #yes I meant to put anygays #it’s a thing now

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jessnotfoundd · 1 year

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I’m new to your blog and I was wondering could you do a gn reader x Tommy?

It’s idk really but the reader is very quiet and when Tommy meets them and gets to know them they become like Tommy. Like loud,funny etc

Thank if you can do it! :]

Of course !!!! if you find a bad pronoun let me know!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: cc!Tommtinnit x GNreader!

Masterlist here!

I was sitting at the back of the class, and I can see the blond, who's been sitting with me for weeks now, he's really loud and energetic, but fun after all.

-Hey, how's my favorite classmate doing?- he put his left hand up, and y lifted mine to handshake him.

-Great- that's all he probably hear from me for today, it's not him, it's me, I've been quiet all my life.

-Someday Imma make you talk nonsense like me all day- he looks at me smirking and I smile while nodding, it's nice having someone like him.

The class starts and we do our homework in silence, I enjoy being in silence with him.

A few weeks after he was still trying, he even introduced me to his friends so I won't spend recess alone.

-Hi- everyone turns their heads to see me, It's my first time outside the school with them, Tommy invites us all to bowls and my mom thought it would be great to be out for once.

-Hey, you came.- the blond pulls me in a hug and for the first time, I hug him too.- Uh you're hugging me, I don't want to leave this moment- he giggles and I do so. After a few moments, I push him so I could say hi to the rest.

A few rounds going and Bill talks to me.

-So, you are right now with people that can't shout their mouths for a second, how do you feel?- I smile.

-Safe- It's all, he smiles.

-Great, you're one of us now-

Tommy smiles at me from the other corner and I smile back at him.

A month went by since Bill told me I was one of them and since then, they really make me feel that. We would do lots of things together and Tommy would never stop telling me how proud he is of me for trying.

-Tomas, shut up I crack a laugh, we were talking about video games with the guys and Tommy wouldn't stop making fun of me for my favorite games.

-Make me- he puts his lips in my direction. Instead of a kiss I gently slap his cheek and we all laugh.- Pussy.- he blurts and I look at him.

-I'm not a pussy- I take him by the cheeks and left a brief kiss on his lips. He looks stunned.

-Perfect, y/n, now he's in love.- Tubbo jokes and i giggle a little.

After a few hours, It turns out to be a sleepover at Tommy's house. So we were coming to his house, it was a little cold and I was just wearing some jeans and a t-shirt. I snuggle on Tommy's arm while walking.

-You're cold?- he looks at me for a second, breaking the conversation he was having with Freddy.

-Yes, I should have brought a hoodie or something.- he stops and I stop by him, he was taking his hoodie out.- No, put it back on you.-

-No, It's okay, use it.- he gives it to me.

-Tommy, I don't want you to be cold.-

-I won't, I swear.- he kisses my cheek and I take de Hoodie I smile at the fragrance it has still.

We walk again with the others and I intertwine our fingers.

-Do you mind?- I move my head to our hands and he denies it, squeezing my hand a little.

After a few days, Tommy didn't want his hoodie back, saying I could keep it 'cause it looks better in me' and I can't help but feel great.

-Someone asked for a gentleman and ice cream?- He's at my bedroom door with ice cream in his hands.

-Nop, wrong door- we both smile.

-Maybe someone asked for a full pack of friends and tons of ice cream?- I see a few heads poke into my room.

-Yeah. I did, why is Tommy here?-. I giggle and he throws himself at me.

-You're crazy for me being here, don't lie to yourself.- He taps my nose and I tickle him until he lets me go.

-Whatever.-

We were all playing monopoly, my head is on the blonde shoulder while Aimsey and I talk about coffee.

-Who would tell you would be so talkative now.- Tommy smiles at me.

-It's all because of you, you idiot.-

-Wow, taunts-

I stick my tongue out like a little kid and he does the same to me.

#tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #dreamsmp #dream mcyt #cc: tommyinnit

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rellik0240 · 1 year

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For my posts I'm gonna be putting the date at the top of each post chase idk about anyone else but I like to see when people post to see how active they are.

Secondly I will be taking requests if anyone feels like requesting. I will write a lot of things but shut or anything suggestive is a no. I'm Ace so idk how that shit even works tbh

I think that's pretty much it other than anything in my posts will be like date and extra info on the top, and then the writing. Anything in brackets would be like a little informational authors note.

Now a little bio for me.

You can call me Rellik or Ky. I'm 21yo and own a cat named Potato. Ask me anything about cats, theyre my special interest and i could go on for hours about cats and Potato. My current favorite game is borderlands 3 but I've played a few COD games. My fav would have to be Ghosts because of Riley but I love MW2(2022) mostly cause the sniper mission with Gaz and Price. Kinda wish Nikolai did more but whatever. I didn't play the newer MW1 yet but I hope to soon. I refuse to watch game play of games I haven't played bc its spoilers unless I don't really want to play the game. I like heavy metal music a lot but can enjoy 99% of any music. I just don't like anime songs or sad songs. Some are fine but I don't like a lot of the sad songs cause they're too slow. I've got a few headcanons about the COD boys but they kinda change and can be debatable.

Imma list the games that I've played and wouldn't mind writing about.

COD:

MW1 (og)

MW3 (og)

Ghosts

MW2 (2022)

Watchdogs (all 3 games DLC too)

Borderlands (2, 3, Tales, New Tales, all DLC for 3)

Assassins creed (2, brotherhood, revelations, 3, blackflag, syndicate)

Detroit: become human

Stray (cute cat game :)

That's pretty much it. Other fandoms I can do would be like

Most Rick Riordan books

Alan walker's walkerverse (I'm #80534 hit me up if you also a walker)

Space orcs / space Australia (on alt acc @rellik24 )

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neptunebeetle · 4 years

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Hshsghdh

#i cant go to sleep bc anxietyehhhhehe #i hate being active while noones online wahh #and of course im gonna end up sleeping 12 hours like i do every night sobs #yknow getting into tf idw dis this to me!!!!#i started staying up will 3-4 every night bc i could not stop reading and it was the time of the day i dedicated reading to!!!#sometimes i can sleep easily and sometimes i have to mentally exhaust my brain out or else im gonna have thoughts bein thrown at me #usually the impulses to start drawing or writing or just some ideas i get suddenly #doesnt help i have the urge to play roblox rn -_- wtf #okay Sleepy time ensues NOW idk what im gonna go to sleep listening to though #i guess imma just listen to awoken again but my brains getting bored i need new music to listen to #i keep making this post longer to avoid actually going to sleep i see :’)#OKAY SHUTTING UP NOW im just full of anxiety BUT I CAN WORRY ABOUT THAT WHEN I WAKE UP HGNN

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bubblegumbi0tch · 3 years

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Trying something new part 1

-(F/n)~Friends nameNote: So this is part 1 of... maybe 2. With part 2 coming out tomorrow. Also were almost at 100 idk what to do for 100 so if y’all have any ideas hit up my ask box!! Imma take a nap now Stay gorgeous friends! Requests are open

-warrnings:anal

Two women's laughter filled the café giggling and chatting to each other. You see the two women as you walk towards them. You start to hear their conversation as you walk closer. "For real" "he still wants to do that?" (f/n1 ) shouted. "I swear he asked me to least a dozen times to peg him." (f/n 2) proclaimed. "Hey guys," you greeted while sitting down and putting your coffee on the table, "what are you guys talking about?" "Weird things our (s/o) like to do in bed." (F/n 1) chirped while siping her drink. "So tell us (y/n) has Mattsukawa gotten freaky with you before?" (F/n 2) questions. No, he's never mentioned it before?" You nervously play with your fingers looking down at your drink. "So Mattsukawa never tried to cum on your face." (F/n2) giggled. "Or pounded you until your stupid" (F/n 1) added on. You shook your head. As the three of you changed topics. An hour later, you bid each other goodbye.

As the night progresses, you can't stop but think of Matsukawa doing all these dirty things to you. You replayed the statements in your head. Matsukawa's deep voice filling your mind. You can hear him giving you orders. You could picture his eyes getting darker with each passing order. You can feel yourself getting wet. You rush to your bedroom. You're sprawled across your bed. Your skirt rolled up to your hips. Your hand caressing the outset of your clothed pussy. Your eyes closed at the sudden touch. You imagine Mattsukawa Voice in your ear, his breath on your cheek, his hands rubbing on your tits. His fingers rolling up your nipples. "Open your mouth, babygirl," he tells you, his cock push in between your lips. You shut your hand inside your panties, you rub your stiff clit, fingers circling around it special for your hand. Your hips are arched off the bed, and your face burned as you reach orgasm. You felt dirty after you thought about Mattsukawa like that. But you couldn't help it you picture his hands locked in your hair, his come dripping off your lips close your eyes in the arch your back does it come on your hands.

The next day you have a date with Matsukawa. You were really excited to get dressed; you dressed your cutest. You see Mattsukawa waiting for you. He's on his phone. He looks up and sees you. "He opens his arms as he walked towards him to meet for a hug. "Hey baby," you feel ll his deep voice rumble in his chest as his long limbs pull you closer. "Hi, Issei ready for dinner"? "You know it, babe." He says as he holds your hand. He starts telling you about the restaurant and how Makki used to work there before he got let go. You giggle at his story as you walk in.

The host walked up and asked if you have a reservation. Matsukawa says yes, and the host sits you at a table. You make small talk with him and build up the courage to do what you really want to say. You take a sip of water, and you ask him, "I want you to domme Issei. I want you to fuck me stupid make me beg for your cock." You Stare at Matsukawa. He smirks "so you wanna be treated like a whore is that it didn't think you had it in ya." You blush at his statement, but before you can say anything, the waiter comes. "We'll have these for to go, please," Matsukawa voiced. The waiter nodded and brought back the boxes; the car ride was silent between the two of you.

Once you reach his apartment, he opens the door, you put your purse down, you jumped when Mattsukawa touched your chin, lifting your face up, he examined your eyes to see if you were joking with him. Titled a gasp when he pinned her in place with his hips. He moved slowly, still watching your face. He slid his hands down to your arms, grasped your wrists, and pulled your arms up over your head. Matsukawa crossed your wrists over your head and released you. "Don't move," he murmured. You sank your teeth into your lower lip as he dragged his hands down her sides. He gripped your skirt and pulled it up, then nudged his leg between yours. You spread your legs as his knee rose until it was pressed against your cunt. You whimpered, and Matsukawa's eyes flashed with lust. They darkened as he looked you over. He smiled slowly and leaned in close. "I won't be gentle," he told her, his breath stirring the small hair behind your ear. You shuddered at the dark tones of his voice and felt your cunt grow wet.

"I won't give you a little adventure and a smack on your Ass. I will use you. I will treat you as my own personal source of pleasure. I will take you however I want, and you will thank me for it. I won't make love to you, (y/n). I will fuck you." You moaned, unable to stop yourself. You felt your cunt pulse as Mattsukawa's words made your body tremble. He made a sound deep in his throat and pulled away from you. His light grey trousers were dark at the knee, where he'd been pressed against her damp panties. Matsukawa sat on the couch and looked at you. You held your position, arms locked overhead, legs wide, skirt up to your hips. You knew if he gave you the command, right that minute, you'd drop to your knees, crawl across the living room, and suck his cock as he sat on his leather couch. You knew that a part of you wished he would. Matsukawa noted, "Tomorrow night, nine o'clock."

Today was the day you and Matsukawa were going to meet at his place for your special Rendezvous. You steeled yourself as you approach Mattsukawa's apartment. You knock at the door Mattsukawa opens and invites you in. He gives you a present. You open it, you find sheer lingerie. He notions to the bathroom for you to change. After you change the look at yourself in the mirror. Feeling confident, you walk out. Matsukawa stares at you like a hungry dog. You stand there trying to walk to him. You hear him, "stay there. I wanna look at you." You felt your heart speed up, and you nodded. Mattsukawa's gaze was steady. You felt a blush starting and had to look away. The frank appreciation in his eyes was flattering, but you were worried about exposing yourself like this. You've never worn anything like this before about showing her body so openly. You looked through your lashes to see him still watching you. Your bush spread, moving down your chest, and you realized that despite your embarrassment, your nipples were tightening against the fabric. You have a fantastic body." Mattsukawa's voice rumbled. You shivered, your nipples hardening even more.

He hadn't told you not to speak, but she couldn't regardless. Your mouth was dry with anticipation. All through your wait, you'd been wondering how it would feel to submit to him, to give yourself over to him. Now you knew the first inklings of the truth. It was glorious.

Matsukawa crooked one finger at you then pointed to his table. "Here, Babe," he whispers as he takes off your lingerie piece by piece, leaving you entirely in the nude. You swallowed hard and got up. The urge to cover your body had lessened as he watched you, and now it disappeared completely. He didn't take his eyes off you as you crossed the room, and when you stood in front of him, between his chair and the heavy table, his eyes had shifted to granite. He nodded as if approving what he saw. He put the tips of his fingers on your hips and pushed gently. "Sit," he said. You sat on the edge of the table, your thighs pressed together. Matsukawa shook his head and clucked his tongue. He presses on the insides of your knees. You didn't need further instruction. You wriggled back on the table and spread your legs.

Matsukawa smiled, and your heart raced with joy at pleasing him so soon. He leaned forward with his hands on your thighs. The warmth from his palms spread through your body. You watched his eyes flicker as he looked at you, from your stiff nipples to your cunt. "Very sexy," he said, raising his eyebrows up. "Thank you, "you whispered, wanting to glow under his praise. You'd neatened, washed, and freshened every inch of your body in preparation for this. You intended that nothing would stop him from having anything he wanted from you. "What would you like me to do for you, Matsukawa?" "Be patient," he said with a smile. Matsukawa stroked your thoughts and his left hand readying on your knees. You tensed, your hands clutched on the edge of the table.

Matsukawa stood and cupped your cheeks, lifting her face up. "(Y/n) babe," he said quietly, his face solemn, no hint of the demanding, domineering personality in his eyes. "If you don't want me to do this, say so. You have the freedom to refuse anything I want tonight. I will use you as I want, but I won't push you past anything you can handle. I only want to make this exciting for both of us. Do you trust me to do this?" You stared at him, trying to concentrate on his question. And not on the slight shine in his eyes or the press of his fingers on your skin. You couldn't think with him so near, with his lean body between your knees, the fabric of his pants brushing against your thighs. Your body made the decision for you, and his name emerged in a moan. "Matsukawa."

At your nod, Mattsukawa's eyes went dark. He tipped your head, looked into your eyes, and whispered. "I'll make you mine."

You whimpered as he slid across your thoughts. Images and fantasies rushed through your mind, and heat flared in your body. Matsukawa's fingers slipped back to twist in your hair as you gave him every desire in your thoughts. After a minute, Matsukawa groaned and closed his eyes, breaking the contact.

He tightened his grip on your hair and pulled your head back. You gripped the edge of the table as Matsukawa kissed you. There was nothing chaste or hesitant about it. His mouth fastened on yours. His lips claimed yours. You opened for him immediately and brushed your tongue against his. One of Mattsukawa's hands slipped from your hair and dragged down your throat to settle over your heart. You moaned in the kiss and arched your back, trying to push your breasts up against his palm. Matsukawa sank his teeth into your lip and pulled hard as he dropped his hand to slap your thigh. Matsukawa jerked, groaning, and Matsukawa laughed. The dark sound of it rolled through Your blood. "No," he said. "Behave,(y/n)." You trembled at the soft command and nodded. The slight sting of pain, the order to behave. He'd found everything in your mind, it seemed, and you were halfway to orgasm already. Distracted by your thoughts, you didn't notice that Matsukawa had moved his hands until you felt his fingers on your nipples. You gasped when he pinched, but he didn't release you. He squeezed harder. You let out a shaky breath as Matsukawa's fingers tensed. Pain transformed to pleasure, and you writhed, moaning. "Perfect," he told you, and you wriggled at his praise.

He released your nipples, and you cried out as blood rushed into them. Draco tugged you off the table and around to face the side of it, then pushed between her shoulders. "Down." You moaned and sank onto the desk. Your face was only inches from a small puddle on the polished wood. Your face flared hot as you realized the puddle had come from your, dripping from your cunt.

Matsukawa stood behind you, his hands roaming your back. He dragged one finger down the split between your cheeks. "Hold yourself open," he told you. Your eyes snapped wide. Matsukawa slapped your Ass, hard, and your knees buckled. The table supported as the sting of his hand burned into you. You exhaled and reached back. One hand gripped each cheek, and you pulled gently, separating them and displaying your body to Matsukawa. The open, vulnerable position made you blush to deepen to dark burgundy. Still, Mattsukawa's stuttered groan made your heart pound with pride. "Wider," he said, his voice rough. "Wider. As far as you can."

You scraped her lower lip between your teeth, feeling a sore place where Mattsukawa's had bit you. You pulled your buttocks wide and pushed up on your toes to put your Ass on better display. Mattsukawa's groaned again.

His hand slipped between your legs, and he slid two fingers into your cunt. You couldn't feel the slightest bit of shame at how easily he slipped into you, especially when he made a quiet, satisfying noise. "You're very wet for me," he said, approval clear in his tone. Each word made your heart pound, and you pushed onto his hand. Mattsukawa's let you rock on his fingers for a moment, then drew free of you, slicking moisture up the cleft of your body. He probed at your hole, one finger just slipping into you.

You took a shuddering breath as he pulled away from you. While you were no stranger to anal sex, it had been a long while. You realized from Mattsukawa's small touch that you craved " Mattsukawa's," you whispered.

"Patience." You keened softly, your body trembling at the command in his tone. Mattsukawa's tapped your hands, ordering you to release your grip, and took your wrists. He leaned over you and held your hands down by your shoulders. His jeans were soft against her Ass, and you could feel his stiff cock pressing through the fabric. You rubbed against him, wondering how his cock looked, how it tasted. How it would feel buried deep in your cunt or her Ass.

"Don't move your hands," Mattsukawa's said. You shivered as he kissed your spine, following the length of it down your back. You closed Your eyes, sinking into pleasure.

You heard the rustle of fabric, then the soft clink of metal. You determined, with a thrill of excitement, that Matsukawa had removed his belt. You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the pain to come. Leather whistled through the air, and you shrieked as the belt slapped across your Ass. You danced on your toes as blow after blow fell. Mattsukawa's varied speed switched up the intervals between swings, and you couldn't guess when the next strike would hit. Your Ass burned, new flames bursting into life with each stroke. You ground your hips against the table, desperate for friction, pressure, anything against your clit.

Mattsukawa's paused, and his hand slapped on your Ass. You screamed at the change of sensation, and Matsukawa gave that dark laugh again. "Hot," he said. He drove his fingers into your soaping cunt, pumping them in you. You knew his hand would be soaked instantly, as wet as your thighs from the juices dripping out of you. You struggled for air, so close to coming that you could barely breathe. You wriggled on his hand. He stopped, his fingers still inside you. You howled with frustration, and Mattsukawa's leaned over you, his hand on the table beside your face. You stared at the length of the belt wrapped around his fist, and impulse drove you to tip your head and kiss the leather. Mattsukawa's growled softly. The buttons of his shirt pressed into your spine. He nipped the curve of your ear. "Do you want to come, princess

You sobbed. "Yes. Yes, please, Issei, Please let me come. Please make me come."

His voice filled her ears with deep satisfaction. "Were going to do this tomorrow night?"

"Yes, Mattsukawa's. Please."

"Good." Mattsukawa's shifted, his lips brushing the small of your back. "Then you've earned a reward."

He settled his hand on your spine, the leather belt resting against your heated Ass, and pumped his fingers in your cunt. He twisted inside you and brushed against a spot that made you yelp. You bucked, the weight of his hand holding you in place. Mattsukawa's stroked you again.Again.Once more. The universe exploded behind your eyes. You drove your hips against the desk and screamed. Your cunt pulsed, gripping and clenching on Mattsukawa's fingers. Your body quivered as an orgasm ripped through you, stealing everything from you beyond the shriek of his name.

When you collapsed, panting and sweating, your mind was blank of anything except a pleasure that sank into your marrow. You groaned in exhaustion, your eyes closed.

Mattsukawa's pulled you onto his lap and pressed a kiss to her you. "You did very well (y/n). I'm sure we can do even better. Let's do this tomorrow." He kissed your cheek and murmured against your ear. "Be ready for anything I choose tomorrow ." As he caries, you over to the bedroom to sleep.

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angelanimedesaray · 3 years

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Breathe

AN: I was contemplating on some future multi-chapter fic things and when I realized I couldn’t put this into any of them with my current plans, I ran over here to write this little drabble because I NEED TO WRITE IT!!!

Also, I know this was OH SO LONG AGO COMPARED TO OTHER THINGS, but I was thinking about it because I just watched my favorite reactor (A Goodwin TV) react to Midnight Sun and it’s on my mind, as well as the reason above. (Imma just name drop him real quick cause his AOT and ATLA reactions are GOLD) Okay, name drop over, back to the drabble/One Shot

FINALLY: If I’m being honest, I kinda imagine Vampire!Reader from Wings in the Dark doing this, but still, don’t take that as canon, cemented fact here, it’s just READER in this piece...but in my mind that’s kinda what I was thinking, heh

Characters: Levi, Reader, Erwin (Post-Mortem, Mentioned)

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, Post Canon-Character Death, Grief, Loss, Brief Non-descript Nudity, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count--Idk, I wrote this in Tumblr and was too lazy to check in google docs or something just take the drabble from my mind at 1:30 a.m.

*Reader’s POV*

Ever since Levi made the choice, there was a solid wall between the two of you, unseen to the human eye, but felt by both of you as it seemed to tower far beyond the abused walls of Wall Maria that you were surrounded by. It wasn’t out of any animosity towards you--by now you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t angry at you or anything like that. Far from it, actually.

But there were still things to do. Injured to look after--what remained of the Scouts to be injured, anyway--and a sweep of the town to make sure there weren’t any more surprises lurking that might wipe out the very, very few who remained. For a brief moment, you’d considered following him on that sweep of the area before deciding against it. You weren’t out of the woods yet, there were still things to do, and you weren’t going to distract him.

Even when Levi and Hange went to put Erwin’s body to rest, you didn’t follow, both of them already making it clear that it wouldn’t be rushed out of respect, but it was not going to be a long affair, either. The necessities, maybe a more personal touch here and there, and then back to work.

And he might want that time alone, as well.

When Levi came back, you got to your feet, expecting to pull him aside and at least talk to him, but he kept walking, stepping around you and heading straight for Armin and the others to have the much needed talk with them.

You silenced any kind of comment or concerned look that tried to rise to the surface at that. And you held your tongue as the five of you walked through the broken streets of Shiganshina to finally see what this great sacrifice bought, or rather revealed. The trip back was silent, everyone either busy with recoveries or with heads swimming with the reveal of humanity beyond the walls, bent on the destruction of everyone within the walls. But even with thoughts as monuments as that, you were painfully aware that nothing had been said between Levi and yourself still, that Levi was quiet as ever--no, quieter--and that there was a sense of something brewing in the air around you. You didn’t see any cracks in the façade, but when Wall Rose appeared, and the sea of smiling celebratory faces below, and then around, the blur of the world around you all as you were swept away in a sea of people who wanted to know what happened, what this meant, all these responsibilities suddenly falling on new people, reports needing to be made, debriefings, no rest for the wicked...

Even you couldn’t breathe with the sheer size of it all. It was insurmountable, a weight that was pressing down with no escape, and that was just what you felt. You didn’t have the weight that was on Levi’s shoulders, the knowledge and choices and responsibilities still oh so damn fresh with no time to process. So much to process. It still hadn’t quite clicked that the 10 people who came back to Wall Rose were the only ones who were going to be coming back.

Somehow, at some point, you and Levi found yourselves walking through familiar halls, past doors that suddenly found themselves without use, the halls empty of any activity or signs of life--at least the ones you were walking. There was life, elsewhere, but not in this particular wing, not at the moment. It was just you, Levi, and the bloody silence, the wall that Levi had shored up and somehow managed to keep up without any visible cracks.

Visible.

But that pressure in the air was mounting as he opened the door to your shared quarters, no creak on the door, just the softest whoosh of air as he stepped through, hands undoing the cloak from around his shoulders in the first two steps into the room, the gear being unlocked from the straps by the forth step you saw wobble--

The gear and cloak clattered onto the couch in a temporary position before Levi could finish taking off his gear, and you hardly had time to shut the door behind you before that wall shattered to dust without any warning, the moment it was just you and him and the silence with no chance of anyone disturbing you, as soon as you were hidden from the world.

It clicked, and it all came crashing down, all at once.

The distance evaporated the moment Levi’s knees hit the stone floor, a hitched breath cutting through the air as you hurried to his side, not even bothering to take off your own gear or cloak as all your focus centered on the stalwart man crumbling so visibly in front of you.

His hands were curled into fists against the cold floor, knuckles white and teeth grit as he tried in vain to hold the floodgates closed just a few moments longer, enough to at least get out of his gear and get it properly put away, for a more appropriate time and place than immediately on the floor of the office/sitting room portion of your modest shared quarters. But all the emotion he’d been bottling and trying to subdue until a more appropriate time could not be held back any longer. The moment the weight of it all hit him with nothing left to distract him was the moment he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Silent tears were carving a path across a face that had only gotten a few splashes of water to clean up hours ago. All the resistance and struggle he could still muster wasn’t enough to stop the sudden onslaught of damned up emotions hitting him at once.

As his shoulders shook and he started to turn his face away, still making an attempt to hold it back a bit longer, your arm slipped across his back, the other carefully touching his shoulder to turn him to face you. He didn’t have it in him to resist, he was too busy trying to contain himself to divert any energy into resisting your quickly offered embrace even if he wanted to. So, he turned into you, your hand coming up to gently thread through his hair and cradle his head into you as you maneuvered you both so you were facing one another. Your other arm was moving gently along his back in soft rubs not necessarily to soothe so much as to help him relax enough to let it out in a way that didn’t seem so physically painful. Right now the hitched breaths sounded sharp and sudden, the kind that made a persons chest physically ache, his muscles tensed so tightly you were worried bones would snap and sinew would tear.

You didn’t know what to say--what kind of words could possibly be of solace to him at a time like this, the weight of all that death and sacrifice and his monumental choice on the roofs of Shiganshina that had cost him someone more than a dear friend--cost him Erwin--causing him this physical pain.

One thing at a time. He needed to let it out, not bottle it up. He needed to release some of this grief, and he needed to not hurt himself even accidentally in the process.

“Just breathe, Levi...just try to breathe...” you murmured to him, trying to make your back rubs make a smooth, soothing pattern that mimicked a breath in and out to get him to slow down and breathe around the tears and the jagged breaths.

You continued your mantra of telling him to breathe as he struggled to follow your suggestion, breathing sporadic and tears dampening your uniform as you held him securely against you, fingers threading gently through hair that had turned greasy with the dirt and sweat.

He was going to want a bath right after this. But first, he needed this emotional release. That was the most important thing, even he seemed to realize that.

His fists raised from the cold floor to instead tighten into the fabric of your uniform, clinging to you in a death grip instead of digging into the palms of his hands. He was still shaking, and his breathing still sounded painful at times, but it was slowing down as he tried to match his breaths to the pattern of your soothing back rubs, trying to slow it down and take deeper breaths. You simply told him to breathe and rocked slightly in place, chin moving to rest against the top of his head.

You weren’t trying to make the pain go away--you knew you didn’t have that power. But you were going to offer him what help and comfort you could.

As Levi’s breathing slowed down to something a bit more manageable, you pulled away just enough to look at his face, hands shifting from his back and hair to gently cusp the sides of his face in your hands, thumbs wiping at the tears that had stained his cheeks and your clothes. He wasn’t looking you in the eyes, still, considering how rarely he let himself be this vulnerable, even around you. But this was a special exception, an anomaly none of you could have predicted, and you were making more than just simple, small exceptions.

His eyes were bloodshot from the harsh crying, and he looked utterly exhausted, like if you told him to go to sleep right now he actually would, without issue, but definitely with nightmares.

You were both in for some harsh and brutal nightmares going forward.

But again, that was not your focus right now.

Your thumbs gently wiped at the tears that were now trying to hide in the already-made rivers on his face, your touch kind and tender, your eyes full of sorrow of your own--you’d known so many of those that had died, as well. And you knew that Erwin had been special to Levi in a way you didn’t fully understand. It wasn’t the same thing you and Levi had, but it was still deep and strong in its own way, and it had just been cut out of him the first time while he was helpless to do anything about it, and the second time with his reluctant consent.

It took a few moments, but he finally looked at you, briefly, which was all you needed--that quick dart of his eyes towards yours, and the fact your gaze was locked on his eyes was enough to trap his gaze to yours long enough to say what you needed to.

“He was ready to go, Levi.”

Almost imperceptibly, Levi’s eyes widened at the fact that was the first thing you were going to say to him, out of everything (besides the brief coaching to calm him down. The first face to face, conversational thing, first real sentence).

You didn’t know what to say about the grief of so many people dead just so he could get one shot at the Beast Titan, which he then ultimately failed because of a split second of hesitation. You didn’t know what to say about being the one to make the decision to make that suicide charge, sending all those people to their deaths willingly. But there was one single thread you felt like you could actually say something about, something that might help ease his burden even the slightest bit. The pain and loss would still be there, but his load would be just a bit lighter...hopefully.

One grief and--you hated to say it, but--failure, that burned to the forefront of your mind as the greatest personal pains he had to be feeling right now.

Erwin.

You would focus on that. With Erwin, you had some kind of comfort to give, as strange as it may seem. But Levi could not take the full brunt of Erwin’s death, not as harshly as he was. Yes, he’d made the decision, both times, but again...

“He was ready to go,” you said in a carefully tender voice, your thumbs gently tracing along the smooth edges of his cheeks and cheekbones, holding Levi’s gaze and making sure your words were sinking in. “We both saw it. You know he was. You gave him...arguably what he wanted the most. He was ready to go.”

Levi seemed to remember to breathe again, leaning his head forward into your chest once more--voluntarily, this time--and simply seeking your quiet embrace. You didn’t make any more comments, simply holding him on your gathered position on the floor, staring off at nothing in particular as you slowly rubbed his back, murmuring little reminders to breathe whenever his breath would start to hitch again.

When your legs started to ache from the kneeling position you’d taken to pull his collapsed form into your arms, Levi pulled away, not even pausing to wipe at any tears or say anything or even look at you. He simply got to his feet and started undoing the straps that made up the full body harness of the ODM gear, adding them to the pile and starting to strip off his filthy uniform as well. You clambered to your feet with a bit of effort, pain shooting up your legs and making you pause to wait out the pins and needles sensation burning through your legs from holding that position for so long.

“I’m going to clean up,” Levi said bluntly, his voice still gruff, gravely from the harsh cry he’d just had as he finished stripping of his dirty clothes and started to head for the bedroom door so he could reach the washroom.

“And then get some sleep?” you suggested, turning to face him with a worried look. Levi simply grunted in response, hand on the bedroom doorframe as you threw out one last thing before the moment slipped away entirely.

“For what it’s worth...” you said quickly, slowing down for the important part. “I agree with your decision.”

Levi paused, held his position, and then said in a soft voice, “You’d be the first.”

“That’s not true. Mikasa and Eren--” you started to argue, but Levi simply turned and gave you a look that silenced your argument immediately.

They didn’t count. They’d been guaranteed to want Armin over Erwin because of their personal ties. Everyone else, however...you’d both heard it, even from Armin’s own lips in a way. Everyone else thought it should have been Erwin. Everyone. They had expected it to be, as well.

You squared your shoulders slightly, stubbornly standing your ground on the matter.

“I stand by your decision, Levi.”

Levi studied you for a long moment, fingers that had tightened to a white knuckle grip on the wood relaxing again as he gave a slight nod.

“...so do I.”

You felt a bit of relief seep through you to hear him say that to you and mean it, nodding as you started to take off your uniform as well. “I’ll be in there in a moment.

Levi hummed in acknowledgement and disappeared into the other room after that, leaving you to get undressed and tidy up the bear to be properly taken care of later when you were both in a better shape to do just that. Tip-toeing into the washroom, you could see Levi had already washed up and was simply soaking for a few moments, eyes closed and head leaning back slightly, one of his legs bending so his knee peaked out of the water as you approached.

He cracked an eye open once you got fairly close, sitting up and adjusting in the water for you to slide inside and join him, wrapping his arms around you in a firm hug and gently nuzzling against your neck, giving your jaw a soft kiss before he started helping you clean up, his movements gentle and slow, usually followed by a chaste, thoughtful kiss against your skin as the two of you washed you of all the dust, dirt, grime, and blood from the devastating mission. Once you were clean, you shifted in Levi’s embrace, curling into his chest as his arms linked around you again, holding you tightly to him and burying his face in your hair, breathing you in deeply and simply...holding you. Just holding you in silence, both of your minds heavy with the weight of far too many things, but finding a moment of solace in the unspoken fact that by some miracle you’d both made it out alive and were here to comfort each other in the aftermath, to help each other slow down and simple...breathe again. Even if it was just for a moment before the world continued forward in it’s harsh series of events. Even if it was just to hold each other until the water got cold and you had to migrate to the bed for sleep that would undoubtedly include nightmares of the very thing you each needed comfort for.

It was still a much needed moment where you simply clung to one another as that reminder to take a moment to breathe again.

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rightnowyoucanttell · 3 years

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2 & 12 from the sappy prompts!

SLIGHT SPOILERS FROM S3 but not really

Sure! You didn’t specify who, so imma write for billy since I haven’t done that before (and I have a soft spot for him ngl ✨🥺🥺) I’m sorry if this isn’t who you wanted, feel free to resubmit it and I’ll write it again

NOT MY GIF

#2 please don’t leave me

#12 I want you only you

Yes, I am aware this if from sappy prompts. But, idk I’m weird, I’m a weirdo. I hope this is ok, if not please let me know, I’m not even sure I like this one

⚠️: angst, cheating, ect. (This is before the flayed, ect. Pretty much in the space between season 2, the only difference is that the reader kind of catches him with mrs. wheeler and three)

Billy was acting different, way more than the usual. Billy moved to Hawkins about a year ago it was your anniversary. You waited at the mall food court four an hour, upon your request you were going to eat some shitty food court food and stop for ice cream. But he never showed. Billy, your Billy, never showed. He always showed it didn’t make sense. You got all dolled up though. The earrrings he bought you for your birthday months prior, a low cut red dress, with a jean jacket and heels. You even curled your hair because you knew he loved it most of all.

You sihed loudly, getting up from your seat, and began walking towards scoops, having decided to get some ice cream solo, you strolled to the counter and made gloomy eye contact with Steve, he too had the same drained expression on his face, “aho-“ you lifted a finger to silence him before he continued.

“Strawberry with sprinkles, and a vanilla to go..” you drifted off,”please. Steve.” He pursed his lips before turning around fixing the cone and dish. Scenarios played through your head. Who, where and why. Then a scene played in your head.

The pool had just opened a week ago, just folllowing the grand opening of the mall. Billy got a job for the summer as a life guard, you came by on your day off, you noticed the older women starring which wasn’t out of the normal. You noticed the flirtatious look between him and Mrs. Wheeler.. they were more than stares...oh. My. God.

You suddenly imagined, Mrs.wheeler with her hands in his hair, his hands on her, some cheap ass candle in the background burning to cover the smell of the sex and cigarettes. It all clicked, the ringing of the bell infront of you brought you back to earth, “you good Y/N?” You took a deep breath prepping to respond to Steve, you didn’t want to elaborate knowing Steve already hated billy.

“Uh, yeah. The vanilla is for Robin, keep the change,” you fingers dragged off the twenty you left on the counter, not caring. It was way more than you needed, you took the ice cream and left, head hung low. Leaving the vanilla, Billy’s vanilla, leaving it behind.

Like he left you behind.

You passed max, Lucas and mike on your way out. Your hand slipped sadly as you threw the untouched ice cream fell into a green trashcan, your hand dragged as you continued walking, ignoring the kids. There childlike voices echoing in and out as anger fogged your brain. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to accidentally tell mike his mother was sleeping with Max’s stepbrother. That would be crazy, it sounds crazy. You had a little hope however. Maybe he was innocently teaching her, maybe it’s all in your head, maybe you lost your mind. But, you couldn’t be too sure.

You knew where you were going but you walked zoned out, past the people, past the record store, past the benches, past the surplus of minivans in the parking lot, and then out onto the open road.

You arrived at the motel six, luckily not having an accident, the one with the big pool, you knew what he was doing. If he was doing it. Billy pulled the same thing with you a month prior, wanting to teach you a night Neil was home. Neil didn’t approve of you. For whatever reason he hated a deep hatred for billy being happy. And you were part of that equation, instant hatred. You slammed the door shut of your shitty car in the shitty parking lot of the shitty hotel, where your shitty cheating boyfriend was, and there it was. The blue camero.

It was cold, the lights were on inside, and you could see the relegation of the pool in the window, but not enough to see inside, it was dark the sun had finished setting on your way there. You gritted your teeth wanting to storm inside.

Evil thoughts clouded your brain, you couldn’t at first imagine why Neil hated his son, but you had a feeling or a sense of why now. He was selfish, rude, and inconsiderate. But, it was Neils fault he was that way in the end, You felt bad, maybe it was your fault, your fault he felt deprived of whatever Mrs. Wheeler was giving him.

Even though you knew it was wrong, your mother taught you better than that but you did it.

You wrote on the back of a receipt.

Billy,

I know what you did. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong. But, please don’t leave me. I want you only you. Please, let’s talk it out.

- Y/N

You left the note under his windshield wiper, you hoped it wasn’t going to rain so he’d get to see it without the ink being smudged. You drove home, leaving the scene of infidelity and the blue camero behind. You waited up for a call for an hour before drifting off to sleep, you woke the next morning to a tapping on your bedroom window. Did he get your desperate attempt in ridding him of responsibility?

A/N: I hate this, but imma press post anyways,

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove angst #cheating #sappyprompts #stranger things #steve harrington

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seokahwrites · 3 years

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pairing.

| high school graduate! min yoongi x high school junior! reader

summary.

| people always said you must let go of what you love, and you finally understand what it means.

tags.

| i am so sorry; this comes from a PERSONAL trauma; i love writing angst; blond yoongi supremacy; ykw min yoongi supremacy in general; reader is emotionally mature asf; reader is girlboss; you could say this could be canon/irl?

a/n.

| sorry for all my nuisance readers that are waiting for the next chapters :P IDK WHEN IMMA PICK THAT UP AGAIN. but i present this min yoongi angst that made me very happy to write, tbh came close to tears while writing it. sorry if the writing is kinda everywhere, hope yall like it tho <33 as always thank u for the massive support and love,, love u all

you weren’t quite sure where all the time went. one day you were brushing your teeth for your first day of school, then boom, you’ve finished your third year of high school. it’s similar to how just yesterday you were helping a tiny kid pick up his soiled cd’s and backpack from a puddle and eleven years later you’re watching him graduate.

well, you didn’t get to actually see yoongi graduate since you were too busy making preparations for the night, but that’s besides the point. tonight had to be perfect.

it is goodbye after all.

who knew that the inseparable min yoongi and y/n l/n would ever have to pull away from each other this way. that little shit better appreciate all the spine bending effort you put into making the spot so amazing — not that it wasn’t great before.

with a literal pat to the back and your hands on your hips, you look around the roof with an uncontainable grin, the flashes of purple and blue from the string lights reflected on the gloss of your eyes, every inhale was overtaken with the smell of coffee seeping from the ice cream tubs and a warm seat on the patio couch awaited, along with fuzzy blankets galore.

you’ve outdone yourself this time.

your hands lean against the cold stone at the edge of the terrace and your eyes wandered to the city that laid beneath your feet, from the green hills at the centre of it all to the luminescence of the glass buildings, there wasn’t a single droplet of air that didn’t feel like home.

tap, tap.

speaking of home, you hear familiar soft footsteps from the staircase, snapping you from your little daze and guiding your way to the entrance, your jazz hands in the air and a smile on your face. god, he was gonna love it.

“surprise!”

yoongi reacts a moment too late, his head snapping up and his graduation cap almost falling from his head. the boy was clad with a blue gown, he looked so mature for a mere second — but it was yoongi after all. his eyes widen before his peach lips make a silent “oh,” the entirety of his gums and teeth making an appearance along with the plumping of his cheeks. your heart falters for a moment at the sight, even worse when his eyes disappear into crescent moons that were surely stolen from the sky.

min yoongi looks pretty. not only that, but min yoongi was ecstatic.

“wow,” his head looked from left to right and top to bottom, “the spot looks great.”

you follow him with tiny steps and once you’re close enough to the couch, you push yoongi onto the plush seat, heading to the cooler and grabbing the ice cream, “i just put a few lights and blankets to be honest,” you take a seat beside him and he covers the both of you with the stack of blankets, “it wasn’t a lot of trouble, really.”

yoongi throws away his graduation cap and wiggles out of the flimsy gown, brushing his fingers through his platinum hair and taking a deep breath before snatching the spoon from your hold, “it’s still perfect.”

come on, y/n. pull yourself together. you tell yourself, but it’s hard when yoongi of all people is sitting beside you under the moonlight, stuffing his mouth with ice cream and glowing.

your memory isn’t quite clear as to when exactly did yoongi stop existing to you but glowing, instead. there’s so many moments to remember.

perhaps it was actually the very first moment you laid eyes on him. your rubber boots were muddy and your yellow raincoat was absolutely drenched, no puddle escaped from your stomps. but just as you were a few houses away from yours you see a figure laying beside a puddle and you realise that maybe that person did not want to be laying down in the cold rain.

and all it took was for you to pick up a kid’s shit from a pool of dirty water to meet min yoongi and shortly after, you were practically attached at the hip.

or it very well could be the night before your big sister moved away, your sobs must’ve escaped through the open windows because min yoongi was knocking at your door in no time — the signature two fast knocks and two slow ones. you were only an 11 year old who had never experienced such a change, and it only dawned upon you that night.

yoongi stayed with you for hours on end until you fell asleep on his lap, still with trembling breaths, but your mind eventually steered away from the fact you weren’t going to annoy your sister before going to school every morning anymore — she can’t put up with you during college — and it focused on yoongi’s cold fingers stroking through every strand of your hair ever so delicately and how warm he actually felt.

and there you were, the same kids with your head on his shoulder only this time, he was the one leaving.

“what’s up with you?” he asks as if he had read your mind.

you pull your hood over your head and you smile a bit for whatever reason, “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

he flicks your forehead, the fucker. the abuse makes you sit up, glaring at him with incredulous eyes and you’re about to say a profanity but he beats you to it, “we need to talk about it, y/n.”

and it pains you how nonchalant he sounds.

you slap your hands to your knees and purse your lips, “fine.”

yoongi finally puts down the ice cream — only a spoon of it left. “we both knew this was coming since freshman year, y/n.”

you scoff, as if knowing a goodbye was coming makes it any easier. “that doesn’t make it better.”

his hand makes its way to yours, placed on top of your fist, that melts into an open palm, with utter ease. still, you pull away, “please, don’t do that.”

and you wince at your own tone. it wasn’t like it’s yoongi’s fault that he’s moving away forever. or maybe it was.

it was unfair of you to say, but the weight on your chest had to have a reason, someone to blame. as yoongi’s best friend, of course you love him more than anything in the world and you’ll always support whatever decisions he needs to make to properly follow his dreams. but as the person that plays with the line of friends and more with yoongi, you almost want to beg him to stay. to stay so he could — for lack of a better word — like you, now isn’t that selfish.

yoongi blinks slowly, “we’ve talked about this y/n.”

ah, of course you have. you’ve talked about whatever the fuck this was several times, some of them were in between your interlaced fingers, others resided in the silence as you slept in the same bed and a lot of them echoed from your bitter words. but, once again, is that supposed to make things better?

the day you told him what you really felt for him is crystal clear in your memory, not only for the painful pubescent confession but yoongi’s own news he needed to share. perhaps your relationship was always ill-fated, yoongi had a scraped knee while you reeked of rainwater and you uttered an i love you while yoongi announced he couldn’t stay by your side. the irony.

your eyes are glassy with unspilled tears when you look up at him. why were you so weak?

“stop acting like it isn’t hard on me too,” he sniffles and shuts his eyes with more force than necessary. oh.

you bite your lip and look away at the guilty sight, afraid of what may come out if you don’t. but, if he does know of the turmoil you feel, why is he still insisting?

cold fingers meet your jaw, pushing you with that same delicacy from years ago until you meet his own concealed bloodshot eyes, “you’re not the only person who’s been in—,” he stumbles with his words, “—liked the other for the last decade, you know?”

why did he have to say it out loud? he’s only making it sound real.

maybe, it was actually your fault. if you hadn’t decided to tell yoongi of the butterflies in your stomach, you could’ve pushed them away and let the fantasy live as fiction. but no, you told him about the damn critters and they’ve been eating away at your core ever since, desperate to come out because min yoongi liked you and he was right in front of you ready to be liked right back, yet you could never reach him.

min yoongi was fishing stars from atop jupiter and you were still dancing on saturn’s rings.

you lean into his touch, placing your own hand on his and chuckling at his cheesy line, “that’s just how lucky i am,” and your attempt at humour makes the corners of yoongi’s mouth lift just a little bit.

his thumb glides on the skin it could reach, “so can’t we just have a night like every other one we’ve spent together?”

classic min yoongi.

but as to yourself, you were sick of ignoring things. you were tired of how your heart throbbed whenever you’d fit your face into yoongi’s neck so effortlessly, as if it was only natural; tired of your cheeks along with the rest of your skin burning with every thoughtless caress and sweet nothings he would whisper at the dead of night; and you were tired of your eyes prioritising yoongi’s soft lips over every other feature on his face and how much you yearned to touch them with your own — of how you’d always catch his gaze mirroring yours.

a person could only take so much and you were bursting at the seams already.

still, you only nod.

the silence became unbearable by the minute, even with your head on his shoulder and your hands in his pocket, there was so much that wanted to get out — yoongi would only need to say the right wrong words for all of it to come spilling out. so you speak first, making sure that doesn’t happen.

“it’s gonna be weird without you, y’know?”

you feel his cheeks puff up, subtle as ever “of course,” he squeezes your pinky out of pure habit, “who’s gonna make home cooked meals for me if you mom ain’t around,” and you wish you could white out the blue in his words.

“i swear—,” you chuckle and cross your arms, lifting your head to stare back at the constellations, “—she probably cried more than me when i told her you were leaving.”

before the words could echo back in your head, your eyes are back on yoongi and the boy is staring at the floor with a flood threatening to break out from his eyes.

you just had to open your mouth, huh.

your mouth forms incoherent noises in a miserable attempt to make up for your little slip up, but to no avail. yoongi only shakes his head and looks at you, the way his shoulders slumped exposing that he was trying just as hard to pull it together, maybe even harder.

“me too,” he utters, and you don’t fully understand what he means by that.

a bubble seems to form around the both of you, locking you in your own little world with yoongi, as it always happens when you let him entrance you for a moment too long, and in those seconds that spread to hours you just want to float away, you’re not sure where to but the gloss in his eyes are enough to guide the way.

“y/n,” don’t, “i’m gonna mi—.”

pop.

“please don’t,” you hate the venom that seeps from your tongue, “please stop, yoongi.”

and you want your tears to come thundering over your cheeks, for the red you’re holding in to shoot out from your heart, just so you could show him an inch of what you’re feeling. but you can’t. you shouldn’t.

yoongi’s soft eyes sharpen, “why don’t you want me to say it?”

no, no. that’s a lie.

of course you want to hear him say it. you want yoongi’s voice to sing every word of affection he has to tell you, you want to be wrapped with the smell of yoongi’s embrace, for him to whisper every sin for only your ears to hear and you want nothing more than to remain in every moment you’ve spent with him.

you look down, “if you say things out loud, they might come true.”

he races to grip your hands over his lap, “but it is.”

it is, it is, it is.

you blink away your tears before gazing back at your little piece of the sky, a smile never present in his pouty lips, yet you still read every pore of his skin like the back of your hand.

“yoongi,” you despise your sniffling tone, “let’s face the facts. you’re gonna be hundreds of kilometres away in a big city, i’m gonna be stuck in our little neighbourhood for who knows how long and all we can do is try to forget each other,” your voice breaks, “what could it possibly lead to?”

as you said those words, the reality of it all was coming to hit you with a second wave. the crack of what you both hoped to be was audible in the sounds of you settling back into yoongi’s hold, the silent sobs — that you convinced yourself came from the moon and stars, not from your min yoongi — even more so from the silence that came after your speech.

you could’ve asked yoongi to stay, of course you could have — you wanted it more than anything else. but you knew that he would stay and change his mind in a heartbeat if it was for you, and you couldn’t allow your boy to throw away his dreams for something as meaningless as love — or at least, you try to convince yourself it is.

perhaps yoongi would move on, he would find another person and start a family, have three children and a beautiful house and he’d be living off from all the music he gave to the world all this years ago, just like he always dreamed. perhaps you’d only be a fond memory he would look back on from time to time whenever he’d laugh at old memories after a few drinks with his beloved.

or maybe — and dare you say, hopefully — yoongi would never move on, he would work around the clock with the thought of coming back into your arms and nothing else. he would never leave his cheap tiny studio, only stepping outside during the rise of the moon and he would look at the stars, remembering that a person in daegu is in love with him with all they’ve got and that would be enough to keep him company. because you know for a fact, for the way your heart beats at the mere thought of him, that you would never stop loving min yoongi.

at the present, side by side breathing is more than enough.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

and he truly is.

“i can die happy.”

should i make a permanent taglist? idk TELL ME IF U WANNA BE IN IT

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hello-yue-here · 3 years

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thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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After seeing ur explanation for that anon i really want to see a fic or a hc of ethan as a dad and becca as mom can u please do it??

omg okay ahhh my babys having babies. this is gonna be long and idk if it’ll make sense bc imma jot down everything i know about domestic e&b.

[just finished and... this is long and broken down into 6 categories........... enjoy!]

Ethan & Becca as Parents

The Pregnancy

They didn’t plan on having children, it just kind of happened. Becca and Ethan took a day for the news to settle before they jumped into excited, expecting parents mode.

The most exciting part was renovating the condo to make the most perfect nursery and shopping for decorations and mentally planning all the traditions and things they’d love to give to their little family.

All of the happiness couldn’t mask the struggles of pregnancy.

Becca hated being pregnant. She was sick and nauseous constantly, and her back and feet always ached.

Throughout the whole thing Ethan doted on her; holding her hair back and learning how to tie it up in the way she likes, rubbing her back, running out to get whatever she was craving.

He even made copious amounts of notes about her eating patterns. Enough to keep two of everything in the condo.

If she was having a restless night, he would too; even if she was restless for non-human-growing reasons.

They were in this together.

And even when she was huddled over a garbage pail, dribble running down her chin, she never looked more beautiful to him.

There was just something about all this that made him feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

When her symptoms barely settled throughout the second trimester she overhauled her entire birthing plan. There was no way she was making it to 42 weeks. She was absolutely miserable. So she made a c-section appointment for 40 weeks.

She had an entire argument with Ethan one evening (she really was only yelling while he nodded his head). Her main points were: “It’s my body and the baby will be fine. I was born 6 weeks early and I turned out fantastic!” and “Once the baby’s out of me I’m still going to have to pee. Omg what if she rips me open!? How am I supposed to use the bathroom without worrying about my stitches?”

All he kept reiterating was: “I love you. I trust you and your instincts.”

Becca felt better as he held her face in his large hands, his calming azure eyes boring into hers and letting her know everything will be alight.

But deep down she spent the next few weeks since making the appointment wondering if she should have given vaginal birth a try. She didn’t want Ethan to resent her for chickening out of her body’s natural function.

The Birth

Becca made it to her c-section appointment. Happily rubbing her large belly and glowing: “I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore! Never do this to me again.”

All Ethan did was chuckle.

He was happy she was getting color back and that her symptoms finally settled enough for her to spend the last few weeks enjoying their daughters kicks. But oh my god was Ethan Ramsey terrified of being a father.

He wouldn’t tell Becca though. She was emotional and worried enough as is. Any and all his concerns were saved for the short conversations he had with his father. “Don’t overthink it, son. The moment you lay eyes on your daughter you’ll know what to do. It’s instinct. Biology. That was your best subject in school, wasn’t it?” Alan would joke.

The surgery went off without a hitch.

All of Becca’s hatred for the phenomenon of pregnancy vanished the second the nurse placed their daughter on her chest.

Rebecca was in awe. She made that! This little person came out of her! This little pink person that looks like a plucked chicken with a tiny tuft of brown hair was here and she was beautiful. The perfect combination of her and Ethan.

The embodiment of their love.

Dakota Dolores Ramsey was completely unplanned. Unplanned but not unwanted.

The first time Ethan Ramsey held his daughter time froze. The universe needed a minute to process the broad grin and full heart thumping rapidly from this stoic and reserved man.

The earth was about to spin the wrong way but then Dakota opened her eyes.

Everything was the way divinity had planned it.

At Home

Although Ethan and Becca lived a 10 minutes drive from Edenbrook, nearly a straight run, Becca forced him to drive as slow as possible.

Dakota was asleep and she needed to keep it that way.

Due to her stitches, Becca was forced to take things easy. No matter how many times she argued with Ethan that she was capable of menial tasks around the house.

Ethan would not let her lift a finger.

If Dakota needed a change he’d happily do it. if Becca was hungry he’d make her favorite.

“You had her to yourself for nine months. Let me take the next few days.” Becca went to retort, all she wanted was to hold her baby for the rest of eternity. She’d never tire of looking at her scrunched up potato face and watching as her features changed every moment of every day. “I promise to share.” “You better,” she kissed him as he tucked her into bed for a much needed nap.

The only thing he was forced to share with his partner was feeding duty - Becca was adamant on breast feeding. A bottle would not touch their daughters lips for months to come.

That in itself brought its own challenges.

Most nights Ethan laid in bed with Becca curled up at his side in one arm and Dakota resting on his bare chest.

Parenting was weird, but an exhilarating change.

Ethan couldn’t diagnose what he could have possibly have done right in his life to be this wholly happy.

The Second

Once Ethan and Becca had one child they were both itching for a second.

“You know what say: ‘if you have one you have to have two’.” “Is that so?” “You don’t want Dakota to have a sibling?” “I was an only child and look how I turned out.” “Emotionally stunted and certified loner?” she teased.

Truth be told, Ethan wanted another. He’s been thinking of giving his pride and joy a few siblings for weeks now. He just didn’t know how to tell Becca.

Becca complained frequently about how happy she was to not be pregnant, and often about how her scar healed funnily.

All of the signs pointed to her not wanting another. And Ethan was okay with that. He never expected to have one child. He’d cherish every moment of what’s been placed right in his fingertips.

He’ll let his soon-to-be wife choose their path. She’s dictated everything else thus far. Ethan was elated she chose him to be along for the ride.

After Dakota’s first birthday, when they made the decision to have another, they tried desperately to conceive.

“I really don’t want to have to deal with diapers for five years,” was Becca’s main reason for keeping the kids close in age. “We can try surrogacy.” Ethan offered, knowing how much she hated pregnancy. He didn’t want to push her into anything. “No. I have to do it. I’ll do it for our kids. But you owe me big time.”

And 14 months later Caroline Marie Ramsey made her grand appearance.

And Becca got her first push present.

The Last

It’s fitting that four years later Ethan and Becca were blessed with another surprise.

Her pregnancy with James Jonah was the smoothest of them all.

Of course that meant something had to go wrong.

At 34 weeks Becca went into premature vaginal labor.

Within six hours their baby boy arrived. 5lbs 2oz and looking like an alien.

Ethan almost lost them both after the fact.

Becca lost too much blood with the placenta and JJ was so tiny.

But the Lao’s were fighters and they pulled through. Ethan cried at her bedside once the harrowing 24 hours were up.

Becca stayed at the hospital for a week, Ethan and Alan bringing the girls to visit every single day.

JJ had to stay a few days longer and Becca refused to leave until she could bring her son home.

She went through her first experience with postpartum depression. Becca didn’t think anything could be worse than the mental toll her abortion had on her years earlier. But she was wrong.

She was so wrong.

All their friends chipped in to help take care of the kids while Ethan devoted his time to helping his wife. The couple went to therapy, sometimes together, other times Ethan sat in the waiting room as Becca worked through her emotions.

Months later, the parents were sitting at home. Ethan held their son and their daughters were curled on their laps: He muttered into his wife’s hair, “I’d like to have one more.” “Not with me you’re not,” she scoffed. “We’re outnumbered as is.”

JJ began to cry and the girls stirred. Dakota mumbling, “Tell the baby to shut up, I’m sleeping here.”

They couldn’t help but laugh and pull apart to put their whole world to bed.

Old and graying and spending more time at home with his kids, Ethan wanted just one more baby. Four was a strong, even number. He could have a whole daycare full of them - each one the best variations of him and Becca.

Becca had spent a large portion of her 30s childrearing and she’s done. Done with diapers and formula, especially. She loves her children more than anything but they’re exhausting. She can’t wait for them to be in school full time and she can have some more alone time with her husband. It’s been so long since it’s been just them too.

“Don’t hate me...” “I could never hate you,” Ethan said as he brushed a few strands of hair from his wife’s face. She swallowed and confidently said, “I want you to get a vasectomy.”

He agreed without further consideration. She made a very compelling argument.

Parenting

Ethan is the doting helicopter dad and Becca is doctor drill sergeant. The kids get away with nothing under their mother’s watch.

Ethan is very soft and adores his children. The grumpy attending could have a whole gaggle of them. He spoils his daughters rotten, picking up the newest doll and toy they’re obsessed with, and making them promise not to tell mommy.

The women in Ethan’s life get away with everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the girls were born, Ethan stepped back at work letting the better Dr. Ramsey have her career defining moments.

He took half days to pick the girls up from preschool and would bring them to the park or museums. He’d even try to teach them to cook their favorite recipes on cold, rainy days. He’d tire them out so that he and mom could tuck them in after dinner.

Ethan’s afraid of his son. He’s afraid the tot is going to turn out exactly like him - he’s the spitting image, except that his hair curls like his mother’s.

Instead of putting JJ in fulltime daycare, Ethan chose part time preschool. The girls were in primary school now and he’s taken a bigger step back from the hospital after the baby was born.

He devotes all his free time to teaching his son about all he knows and learning all he doesn’t.

Becca complains about the state of her vagina and stomach all the time. Never in front of the children but often enough Ethan knows the look on her face right before she says the same two lines.

Her favorite activity is building forts and taking the kids to the beach.

The holidays have never felt more alive with the full house. Ethan even became a Christmas and Valentines Day lover.

Becca loved watching him change over the years. Every new first they celebrated with each child, every one of their kids passions, Ethan would adopt them all and make it his mission to be a connoisseur of every facet.

Dakota sat her parents down one day with a serious topic of conversation: “Mommy, Daddy. I’m going to be a fashion designer.” “Will you?” “Yes. And I need to dress myself.” “As long as it’s weather appropriate, consider it done.” “And we need to get supplies.”

The conversation went on for 15 minutes with Ethan and Becca asking questions and Dakota making demands. Once they’ve settled on an agreement on how to make their daughter’s dream happen, Ethan retired to his office. He taught himself the basics of sewing.

Even with all the struggles of raising three children in a suburb of Boston while balancing very demanding medical careers, Ethan and Becca wouldn’t have it any other way. The life they carved out of all their complications was worth it.

All of this was inevitable.

And they wouldn’t take a moment for granted.

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Um... this became bigger than intended... If you made it this far, thank you ♥

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chocolatepancakes · 3 years

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Mixer Platonic Ending.

(Y/N) laid on her couch staring up at the ceiling. It was the middle of July and she was hot, bored, and sweaty. She sat up and reached for the remote, just to be caught off guard by a text notification. Selever. She opened the app. [Selever] Hey Roachy! [Selever] my friends and I are going to the mixer [Selever] come with to even out the numbers (Y/N) looked at her screen. A mixer huh? Cool beans. It’s not like she had anything to do over the summer. She typed quickly as she replied. [Y/N] cool lemme in [Selever] lmao you’re actually gonna come? [Selever] okay, well, meet at 401 Dragon Rock Ave. [Y/N] there’s a bar there?? [Selever] lol who said we’re going to a bar [Selever] we gon be going to kareoke b#### [Y/N] OK [Y/N] what time [Selever] idk, around 8. [Y/N] K see ya [Selever] ciao (Y/N) looked at the clock. 6pm. She had about two hours to get ready. She set a 50 minute timer and turned on the TV. She had time to burn. So the time came. (Y/N) ran out her house with her purse in hand. She slid into her car and started it up. Streetlights passed as she turned left and right. A call rang. She picked it up. “Hello, who is it?” She asked. “Hello, I called to talk about your car’s extended warranty,” Selever replied. Snickering could be heard. (Y/N) laughed. Why did he always start a call like that? “Hi Sel,” she said. “Where you at right now?” “I’m only like, a hundred meters from the place.” “Ha, sure you are.” “Oh hey! I see you! Okay, imma hang up!” She closed off the call and pulled her car into a parking slot. Selever stood waiting for her. He was wearing something pretty different from his normal attire. He had a magenta dress shirt on, and a black suit vest over it. A complimentary black tie and dark dress pants completed his look. “Woah I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Selever smirked. “Getting desperate?” He asked. “Ha, no. Just doing my job as the number-even-outter.” (Y/N) replied, getting out of her car. “Really? Cause you seem pretty dressed up for someone who’s just evening out the numbers.” He was right. (Y/N) had dressed up a bit for this occasion. She wore a blue one piece with a flower on the head of its belt. She wore a white cardigan, and two strands of her (H/C) hair, tied in braids, met at the back of her head. She wore knee high socks, and Mary Janes completed the outfit. “Yes really, now let’s go in! I wanna destroy everyone’s eardrums!” (Y/N) grabbed his hand and entered the building. This one seemed to be slightly different from other bars. Like a Japanese kareoke place? There was a reception area, and you’d go into a room to sing. They ran past the reception and straight to the room at the end of the hall. Selever opened up the door. “THE LAST LADY’S HERE!” He yelled. In the room were two other guys, and two other girls. Starting with the girls, there was one with blue hair, which was tied back in her pony tail. She had pink eyes and wore a grey turtleneck with a long skirt. The other girl had black hair, which covered her left eye. Red eyes. She wore a beanie, as well as a black shirt. She wore jeans, giving off a relaxed vibe. As for the two guys, a grey cat was among them. His hair? Fur? Was tied back in a ponytail. He wore a yellow hoodie over a suit, she assumed. He wore black pants and wore brown sneakers. Last one was a skull of… a goat? Moose? A demon? He wore a white dress shirt, and brown dress pants. His body and limbs seemed to be invisible, as his head and hand floated in the air. (Y/N) cautiously entered the room. “Hello…. I’m (Y/N).” The girl with blue hair waved. “Hi!! I’m Sky!” She held some cards in her hand. “Wanna play Uno with us?” “Sure,” (Y/N) said, sitting down. Selever also sat at the boys’ side. A round passed. Then two. Then an an hour, as they ate and sang. “Kay! Uhhh (Y/N!) It’s your turn!” The cat man said, taking the input pad and handing it over to her. “Sorry Kapi, I’m not too good at singing,” she denied. “You sure? You haven’t sang all hour.” “Mmm maybe one song.” She took the pad and scrolled through the songs. Bingo. She entered the code as a upbeat tune started playing. She held up the mic, slightly embarrassed she was singing this. Selever gave her a thumbs up and smiled. She took a breath and sang. The others watched her as she hit every note. When the song finished, she put down the mic and quickly returned to her seat. They clapped for a moment or two. “Woah. You’re pretty good (Y/N)!” Sky said. “I’m really not,” (Y/N) said. “Oh for f###’s sake, just accept it,” Selever rebutted. “You’re good and you know it.” Kapi stretched. “Okay, I think we’re all warmed up.” Warmed up?! That was warming up?! For what?! (Y/N) confusedly looked around the room. “Tabi, where’d you put the spinner?” Kapi asked. “It should be with the chips.” Seriously what were they bouta do?! Kapi took out a spinner. On each slice was each of their names. Tabi, Annie, Kapi, Sky, Selever, (Y/N), all of them. Kapi flicked the arrow. Landed on his name. “I GO FIRST!” He said, grabbing his phone. He fiddling with it, he got something to play on the screen. His own song. He took a deep breath and started to sing. Annie cheered him on. (Y/N) looked in shock. He was singing his own song. This probably means the others have their own too. Goddammit, no! She prayed for the wheel to never land on her, she didn’t have one yet! Kapi’s song finished, and the screen read, “Beathoven.mp4 - unknown”. “Oh yeah! That felt great! Okay, who’s next?” He spun the wheel again. “Uh… Annie! Ya gonna go?” Annie took out her phone. “Hell yeah I am.” She took a swig of her drink and got up. After fiddling with her phone, a new song started playing. She bopped her head a few times, until she also started to sing. (Y/N) leaned over to Selever. “You know I don’t have a song! What do I do?!” She whispered. Selever leaned back. “It’s fine. I can cover you if it lands anyway. Just get one of your weeb songs to play if I can’t.” As Annie’s song finished, she spun the wheel. Sky Same routine. She got up, fiddled around, and sang. (Y/N) paid no attention to it. She was only thinking about what would happen when her turn came. What does he mean he can cover her?! What does he mean play a weeb song?! Did he mean vocaloid? Before she knew it, Sky’s turn was over. Kapi spun the spinner. Oh god damn it. “(Y/N)! It’s your turn!” He slid the pad to her. She looked at it in fear. “Um- a-” she was cut off. Selever picked up the pad. “M'kay. I’m bored. My turn motherfruskas!” Nobody stopped him. Just sighed and shook their heads. He tapped his phone. A steady beat came out of the speakers. Selever smirked at (Y/N) as he began to sing. It was upbeat. Pretty steady, until 30 seconds in. A sudden tempo change. His song was upbeat. And somewhat fast. As the song finished he put the mic back down on the table. “You had a song?? Wh- why is it so chaotic?! HOW’D YOU EVEN HIT THAT?!” Sky questioned as she, and the others clapped. Selever leaned back with his hands behind his head. “It’s was made to fit me, and me specifically. Of course it’s chaotic.” Kapi put away the wheel. “Okay, since there’s only Tabi and (Y/N) left now, I’m gonna flip a coin. Tabs, heads or tails?” He flipped it into the air. “Tails.” Tabi replied. Kapi caught, and shielded the coin from view. (Y/N) prayed it was tails. He revealed the coin to be… “Tails! ‘Kay Tabi, you’re up!” He handed the pad to the floating skull, as a new song started to play. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief. At least now she could think of which song to sing herself. I mean, Aishite was pretty good, but dark. PoPiPo sounded too idiotic. She could sing partners in crime…. if she had a partner. “So, be honest (Y/N),” Annie said, still keeping her eyes on Tabi. “You don’t have a song, do you?” (Y/N) jumped. “I uh…” “It’s fine. I didn’t really expect someone like you to have one anyway.” Someone like me? The hell does that mean?! (Y/N)’s pettiness rose up. She still didn’t have a song, but she sure as hell knew which one she wanted to sing. Just as Tabi’s song finished, she snatched the pad and connected her phone. She looked up at the screen. Beeps played as she stood up, grabbed the mic, and waited for the first notes to come. She took a deep breath, turned to look at everyone and sang. “EVERSINCEIWASBORNFROMTHATDAYIHADKNOWNTHATIAMNOTHINGMORETHANASIMULATIONBUTI'LLKEEPLIVINGUNTILLDESTROYED, LIVINGFOREVERYESIAMAVOCALOID. IFFOREXAMPLESINGINGWASJUSTATOYTHATWOULDSINGBACKTHETUNESYOUGAVETOTHEMIDTHINKTHATWASALRIGHT, WHILEILOOKATTHESKY, BITETHISLEEK, WATCHTHESOUPPOURINGFROMMYEYES. BUTEVENSOI'LLDISAPPEARTHATIKNOWAPERSONALITYCHANGINGWITHEACHSONG, EVERYTHINGIWASBUILTONWASN'TSOSTRONG, ALLOFTHEPLACESIKNEWAREALREADYGONE, EVERYONETHATIKNEW, THEYDON'TREMEMBERME. HEARTORSOULIHAVENOTHINGLEFTINSIDEOFMEICANSEETHECENTEROFTHEVOID, YES I AM A VOCALOID!” She huffed as the intro stopped. The others looked at her wide eyed. She smiled. She may have regained a bit of confidence. As the vocals continued, she did too. Hitting every note perfectly as the song went on. At the end, she set down her mic. Selever clapped for her, and the others joined him. Tabi looked at the clock. Holy crap. 2 am. “Okay, I have to go, I have work,” he said, getting up. “Actually, we should probably all go now. The time’s almost up anyway,” Sky pointed out. (Y/N) picked up her purse. They were right. She didn’t have anything to do over the summer, but it was getting late. They all walked out to the parking lot, and said their goodbyes. Only Selever and (Y/N) was left now. “So, got anyone you put your eyes on?” Selever asked. (Y/N) sighed. “They were nice, but not really my type, ya know? Would go drink with tho 100%.” She smiled. “Besides, I don’t think any of the guys really liked me.” “Yeah well not when your face looks like crap,” Selever mocked. (Y/N) elbowed him. “Ha, shut up,” she said, walking to her car. “Oh right, Roachy,” Selever stopped her as she was about to close the door. “What? I’m tired as hell.” She said.

“Yeah, so you know how it’s your birthday in like a week or two?” “Yeah?” “Yeah I’m not gonna be there. So can you come over by the church in the morning?” He smirked. “I mean, if I don’t oversleep, probably.” She laughed. “Cool. Okay, night (Y/N)!” He said as he walked off. “Night Sel!”

#Mixer fanfic #Friday night funkin #fnf #mid fight masses #selever x reader #x reader #fnf x reader #selever #fnf selever #mod chocolate #mixer platonic

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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I hate to be that person but like today’s been really shitty and embarrassing staining at work and I was just longing for some boyfriend gray (or e hehe but I know it’s easier for u to write gray!) just comforting you after an embarrassing period moment like that 🥺🙃 is that silly idk u really don’t have to hehe love you so much!

Ugh the strug👏gle👏 Shout out to anyone who has been through the horror of bleeding thru ur pants in public I think we all deserve a medal of bravery or something lol. Or an ott bf that looks like a Dolan twin to comfort us.

How’s your day going baby? Ily

The text from Grayson couldn’t have come at a better time for you mentally. You’re on the home stretch of when it’s time to get off work, and it can’t happen soon enough.

shitty tbh :/ urs?

Good. But imma shut up tell me what’s wrong

started my period at work, had to tell my boss and come home to change cuz I forgot to replace the extra set of work clothes in my car from when I stayed at your place last. then realized I only had like 2 tampons left so I’m gonna have to get those after work and I’m just ready to be home

im glad urs is going good tho

that sounded sarcastic. I really am glad ur having a good day haha sorry

Grayson sends you back a frowny face and four little dots, which is the little code the two of you use to indicate you’re busy and aren’t ignoring the other person mid conversation. You tuck your phone back in your purse under your desk and get back to the email you’re supposed to be typing up. Having to concentrate doesn’t help your mood any, head throbbing and your back aching both in the middle from your crappy office chair and in the lower part from Mother Nature.

Just as your phone buzzes by your foot, a cramp seizes your belly and radiates throughout your pelvis. You wince and bite your lip through a grunt, cursing the fact you were born female as you reach down to grab your phone. You cover your mouth to stifle your giggle and keep your boss a few offices over none the wiser when you read Grayson’s text.

What size pussy are u? ;)

You’re even more amazed when you open the message and a picture of a shelf full of tampax products fills your screen. How many boyfriends are out there buying tampons - the only brand of tampons you ever buy, at that - for their girlfriends unprompted and without coercion?

Grayson.. ur not real

I’m the realest bb. Now tell me which ones to buy cuz I’m starting to look like a weirdo

You chuckle and shake your head.

regular pls. the one w yellow on it. and a box of overnight pads. look on the box and it’ll say specifically.

Oh yeah u stopped wearing them tamps at night.

God, who is this man and where did he come from? How in the hell did he pick up on that of all things. Before you can respond, he hits you with a double text.

Sweet, gottem. What else?

You bite your lip and think. He’s already being so sweet and you don’t want to run him ragged all over town to get your period cravings. But then another cramp hits, this time one of those especially nasty ones that makes you feel like you got punched right in the vagina, and you think if you’re going through all of this to potentially carry and push out one of his babies one day, he can run a couple of errands for you.

if ur not too busy... watermelon sour patch, Trader Joe’s takis, milanos, and those frozen chipotle sweet potato fries. pls:)

Grayson hearts the message, and you sink back into your chair with a sigh. Just the thought of not having to trudge into Target or CVS after you leave the office is enough to alleviate some of your stress. You check the time and realize you only have an hour until you’re home in a bath, with no pants on, and your heating pad ready in bed with Grayson as well. An hour seems doable now.

You make your half hour commute home in a record 22 minutes, desperate to get out of your work clothes and into one of Gray’s oversized t-shirts. You saw the Porsche in your guest spot in your apartment garage, so you know he’s here when you kick the door shut behind you. “Gray?”

“In the bathroom!” His voice is muffled but comes distinctly from your room. You hang up your keys and toss your bag on the kitchen island, kicking off your heels lazily by the door before following the now audible sound of the bath running.

You stop dead when you turn into the bathroom, shocked to see your tub already halfway full, the tampons and pads you requested sitting neatly on the counter next to one of his faded Cub Sport shirts, and the distinct color and smell of the Lush intergalactic bath bomb (your favorite) wafting from the steaming water.

“Gray-son,” you whine, throwing your face into your hands as your throat swells up and tears prickle behind your eyes. You hear him chuckle before you feel his arms wrap tightly around you. He presses a lingering kiss to your hair as he strokes your lower back gently, his touch and the heat of his hand providing an instant modicum of relief to the dull ache there.

“What?” he says quietly. He moves in front of you and untucks your shirt, removing your hands from your face so he can drop a sweet little kiss to your nose as he unbuttons the top two of your blouse. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head and open your eyes to look at the pretty hazel of his own. “It’s perfect. I’m just a hormonal mess.”

He laughs again and kisses your lips softly this time. “If you want your fries, I’ll make them while you soak.”

You nod, and he leaves you with another kiss before shutting the door behind him to give you your privacy.

The bath is amazing, the sparkly blue water relaxing some of the tension in your body and alleviating some of your pain, and you’re almost sad to get out, but you’re starving and the cravings are real.

You re-enter your bedroom to find heaven on earth: Grayson, shirtless in your bed and scrolling through Netflix on your TV; a steaming plate of fries with a mountain of ketchup already squirted out for you; and each bag of goodies you requested already sitting on your nightstand, one of which catches you by surprise.

“Holy shit, they make this?” you ask incredulously, picking up the giant three-and-a-half pound bag of watermelon sour patch as you slip into bed with him.

This is the only time you ever allow yourself to eat in bed, and you don’t catch his reply as you instantly seize the plate of fries and dig in, moaning loudly as the taste graces your tongue. He selects The Office on Netflix while you chew. He really knows you too well.

While Grayson takes your half-empty plate back to the kitchen once you’re done, you help yourself to a couple of the Milano cookies until he returns. You offer him a smile, which he returns happily as he sinks back into bed with you.

“Feeling a little better, baby?”

You roll up the bag and nod, coaxing him to lie down with you as you turn onto your side. He settles close behind you as you situate your heating pad across your abdomen, and he puts his arm across it to keep it in place for you. Space heater that he is, he’s creating a similar effect against your aching back, and it’s the most comfort you could possibly feel while you bleed out of your vag.

He’s made you forget about the work fiasco completely, and you cuddle into his warmth. “Thanks again, Gray. Seriously, you’re unreal.”

He nuzzles into your hair and smiles against the back of your neck. “Anytime. I mean, once a month. But anytime.”

#i made myself jealous writing this ngl #pao also said she likes gummy bears but i think tjose are vile and they have no place on my blog #😋#sorry pao u still got ur milanos lol #dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fic #blurb #g blurb

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Sometimes moving on is good

Ch5 pt2

(pt1 here)

Again sorry idk what's going on, it's hard to know how many chapters there is (tumblr's bad for multi ones so feel free to read it on wattpad it's easier and there's music.)

Anyways so

WARNING: a bit of smut

It had been a week since you had asked diane to go with you to the fun fair.

You were nervous to ask her again but, since she said that she was willing to try you did.

"Diane, will you go out at the fun fair with me tomorrow, they arrived two days ago already ?"

After a bit of esitaton she agreed, but told you she would not be doing the horror house or whatever that thing was called.

"So it's a date then, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 4pm and we'll have a nice evening then maybe if you are nice to me, I'll take you for a walk and we can have dinner at my house. Sounds good '?"

She nodded and you left before you were late for work. She always asked why you didn't work from her house since you worked at home. But you told her you didn't want to mess up her clean house with your stuff and your atelier was better for what you did anyways.

You gave her a quick kiss before leaving and she held your hand as you did.

The next day you were a bit nervous, not like you're first date, but rather because there was a lot of ways diane could not enjoy herself or even worst be hurt.

But you pushed that aside as you went to pick her up, she looked good, as usual, And she was even smiling.

"Hey !"

"Hi y/n, good to see you" she said before giving you a peck on the lips.

"You ready to go ?"

"Yeah Sure let's do this"

When you got there you opened up the door for her to come out, and closed the vehicle.

She looked a bit amazed

-"i haven't been there since I was a kid"

She said her eyes a bit watery.

So you hugged her lighltly from behind and placed a kiss on her neck.

"Let's make new memories then diane."

As you saw the first ride you took her hand and lead her to it

-"no, no no no wait we can discuss this...OMG it's huge"

you laughed and paid for your tickets as you pulled diane to your seats

"Oh are you scared now ? Don't worry I'm here i won't let you throw up"

"Aha very funny y/n, i am not scared ju...AH"

She was straddled by the small rollercoaster's move.

And clung to you for dear life.

"Diane you are not going to fall you are attached here"

you said as you pushed the bar in front of you. But she didn't stop holding you for the intier ride.

When you got out her hair was a mess and you were both laughing slightly.

You spend the afternoon going on different rides, and then stopped at a food truck.

"Do you guys have chichis or like what are they called churros?" You asked the cooking guy.

"Yes ma'am indeed we do"

"Well I'll have 25 with powdered sugar."

"Here goes 25 churros max !"

You turned around and diane was lost in her thoughts looking at a cute girl drinking a soda so you pecked her cheek softly and told her she was beautiful while you put a strand of hair behind her hear.

"Diane...tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

-" I'm happy"

-"what?" You asked a little stunned at what she'd just said.

-"I'm happy, right now, with you. Before I met you I would have seen that girl and immediately get angry because her parents have her, and i don't have chloe. But now, with you I'm happy, happy that this girl ever there is smiling and laughing while drinking this sugar field stuff."

-"oh Diane, you don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that, you know I really care about you...and"

-" 25 CHICHIS OVER THERE MA'am" you were cut of by your order, so you paid and took your food.

"Here you NEED to taste this" you said as you handed her one.

"This really looks like a penis y/n"

-"WHAT"

-"Well yes It does"

-"OH MY GOD WHAT KIND OF DICK DID YOU SEE IN YOUR LIFE THAT LOOKED LIKE THIS"

You both burst out laughing as you held a churro in your hand.

You continued to walk while eating and doing some of the rollercoaster and games for a few hours talking about everything.

You took her hand again and lead her to a

Stall.

"Okay imma try to win you this one"

-"I'd like to see you try"

-"you underestimate me diane"

-"well do it then"

You had to shoot all of the blue balloons in order to win. After your second try diane said that you both should try something else but you insisted.

-"wait you know what they say, third time's the charm"

And you won, she looked at you with wide eyes.

-"How did you get it ?! Those games are rigged"

-"i know but as soon as you get were the trap is, you can avoid it"

It was almost 7pm and the sun was starting to set.

"So have you been good today diane ?"

-"what ?"

-"I told you if you were good i'dd take you somewhere so...were you a good girl today ?"

She couldn't help but get a little aroused at your words but it was something you'd explore later.

-"i think so ?"

-"Okay that's good enough for me" you giggled softly and took your car and drove of.

-"where are we going y/n"

-"it's a surprise diane now close your eyes"

"Oh..okay" she said shyly.

You both arrived a few minutes later at what looked like a dead-end.

"Are you sure you took the right road darling"

-"yed, i took the exact one i wanted"

You stopped the engine close to the edge of the road.

"There we are diane, time to get out of the car".

You both got out and she was confused about where you were. So you went to her side and lead her by the hand to where you wanted and she smiled at you.

"Here, don't move and don't peak"

You went back to the car, at some point she got scared you were going to leave her here and drive off, like her mom did to her once because she wasn't doing what she wanted.

Somehow you understood her fear and yelled from the car;

"don't worry I'm not leaving you here, just grabbing some stuff."

She laughed at how ridiculous it was for her to fear that you'd leave, you were too gentle and caring for that.

You got back with a cover that you set on the grass, a few pillows and what looked like a

Cool box.

You helped her sit as she still had her eyes shut.

"There, you can open them".

She blinked a few time to adjust to the light before she took in the amazing picture she had in front of her. You were at the edge of a cliff, with the sun setting on the horizon, and she could see green fields and forests from kilometers around.

"This view is so beautiful y/n"

"It is..."

You told her as you were looking at a very different landscape, her. Her beautiful brown eyes shining orange as the sun goes down, her long and golden red hair cascading down her naked shoulders. She looked at you and your replied.

"It is...this view is beautiful" emphasizing that you ment that she was the beautiful view.

She smiled lovingly and you share a few kisses.

"I know I said we'd have dinner at my house but I couldn't help but think that a picnic here would be perfect. So I brought a few things, wine...pasta...cheese...and cake"

You pulled everything out of the cool bag and set it on the blanket.

"Oh y/n ! You have the best ideas."

You ate as you chatted and stared at the sky, when you finished the cake she said.

-"See i told you, you had overcooked it last time, now it's perfect."

"Yeah, i gotta admit, i did pretty good here"

You stayed like this for a while cuddled together as the night came. You felt her shiver and as much as you didn't want to ruin the moment you knew you should get back.

"Hey... it's getting cold here, we should go back home"

"I don't want the night to be over, of we go home, I'll only see you tomorrow."

-"no it's fine you can sleep at my house tonight."

She held your gaze for a while.

"No funny business, I promise"

She chuckled and agreed.

You drove back to your house, diane staring at the moon, and your hand on her lap most of the ride. When you got to the door she asked ;

"Wait, i don't have my stuff to sleep should I get it?"

-"No it's fine I'll hand you some stuff"

-"oh okay"

-"So do you want to watch a movie or go to bed directly ? Or both at the same time for that matter, i have a tv in my bedroom."

-"both?"

-" don't ask me, I'm asking you diane."

-"well both then"

-"Both it is"

You took her hand and lead her to your bedroom. You found some oversized t shirt and shorts for yourself and asked her if she wanted some too, which she did.

After you got ready for bed she got out of the bathroom and she looked really sexy, the short showing her slim legs.

"Hey"

-"hi..." She replied in a small voice.

"Don't shy away diane, you are very beautiful like this, and If you don't want me to sleep here, I'll sleep in the guest room."

-"okay...so what are we watching ?"

-"i got 'tomorrowland", "gravity" or "the fault in our stars or literally anything else here, "Carol" or "elisa and Marcela"?"

-"the last one please"

-"the last on it is"

You put the dvd in and got up on the bed next to her. When the movie was over you were ...-horny-...no happy and so was diane.

"I had an amazing night y/n"

-"me too diane"

-"i wish everyday could be like this"

-"yeah..me too"

"Thank you for tonight, it was perfect"

-"thank you for being perfect"

She giggled and it send a shiver down your spine.

You were both really close, your back against the headboard and her back between your legs. She turned around and sat on her heels.

-"I really appreciate everything you do form me"

-"and i appreciate that you let me do them for you, and that you are here with me"

you softly replied before kissing her sweetly.

It was just a peck at first but then she started kissing back and by the time you were done you had her on her back, your hands caressing her hips and you were making out with her.

Your hands went under her shirt and found her bra covered breast that you kneaded lightly. She moaned against your lips and you started to kiss your way down her neck, as you worked on getting her shirt off. You heard her soft whimper of pleasure as you bit her skin gently and traced your fingers over her nipples.

You took off her bra and kissed her chest electing soft cries from her as she arched her back. She wasn't very vocal but her breathing was a good indicator of what she liked.

After you started to sick on her buds she held your head up slightly looking at your eyes "wait".

You immediately got the message and was quicker to put it into words.

"Hey..we don't have to do anything tonight, we can stop anytime and just cuddle for a while before we sleep...we can take this as slow as you want."

"I...can we...I'm not sure I'm quite ready to have sex with you tonight"

you pushed yourself off of her. And laid next to her while you whispered softly;

"alright do you wanna put your shirt back on and cuddle maybe ?"

-"i'dd like that...sorry"

-"hey no no no no... No need to apologise sweet thing...we are not doing anything you are uncomfortable with okay ? I'm already happy with being here with you. I can wait as long as you need."

You got off the bed and she got worried, but her fears vanished away when she saw you were just looking for her shirt that you threw in excitement.

"There, found it" you said as you handed it to her.

You got under the covers and she finished putting her clothes back on. Once she was done you scooted close to her and asked her if she was okay with you spooning her.

"Yes I'd like that too"

You pressed her back against your front and circles your arms around her middle as your legs were touching.

"Goodnight beautiful"

"Night my sweet y/n"

#diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson fanfiction

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