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I have a gyno appt tomorrow and Im pretty sure I have to get my first Pap smear and I’m genuinely so fucking nervous like I don’t wanna do it :((( like I know I need to blah blah blah but I have issues when it comes to anything down there and it’s just so fuckin daunting and i wanna refuse the service but I know they’re gonna pressure me and :(((((
#like damn near having a panic attack type of nervous#bc I know it’s not gonna be comfortable and if I tell them I don’t wanna do it#then there’s gonna be so much pressure and guilt tripping#like I wanna throw up I’m so fucking scared UGH#penis envy is so real bc I Want That and I don’t want This#idk how to tag this but I will if someone asks!#—in store chit chat! 🍫
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#i texted my sister and told her what’s on my mind#I’m scared#she’s gonna be mad#i feel sick that I have to stay here another night#i did it cus my niece came over#but ugh I’m so tired and on the verge of throwing up and crying#my sister’s gonna be mad and cry :(#but fuck I wanna go home I’m so stressed#i wanna do something for me I’m tired of thinking of other’s feelings#I’m feeling really suicidal rn but not the crazy kind just#i dunno I’m apathetic n hopeless#it just feels like it’s never gonna get better…I’m never gonna be genuinely happy#everything is just so fake :(#fuck I need a boyfriend#I’m so heartbroken honestly I’m tired of faking everything I want to be happy
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for the request :D
i need more eleven and steve with a sibling bond and hopper as steve's adoptive dad pls! steve deserves to have a loving family and steve hopper just hits different yk? plus i love steve and eleven being protective over each other 🤧
tysm !!
UGH I LOVE IT!!!! This is from Hopper's point of view, hope that is okay. It just felt like it needed to be? This was so good to explore. I definitely want to explore Steve and El being overprotective siblings more in the future, even if it's just in the background. I hope you love this! - Mickala ❤️
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Hopper was at the door. Again.
This was the third party he busted at the Harrington residence in as many weeks.
Steve just didn’t seem to get the picture that he was watching over him.
See, Jim Hopper was far from an idiot.
He knew that Steve was left alone a lot since the too-young age of 11.
He knew that Steve was popular at school.
He knew that rich, popular kids with empty houses usually threw parties.
And it was kind of like Steve wanted him to break these up at this point.
He wasn’t changing the time, the location, the invitees, anything.
All it took was Hopper driving by the first time, and he was in on it all.
Steve was expected to throw these parties, Hopper was expected to break them up. So it goes.
And if that’s what Steve needed from him to keep up his appearances as a “cool kid”, then he could do that.
“Steve.”
“Chief! You wanna come in?”
Steve was slurring his words, his eyes unable to focus on anything.
He was drunk.
He hadn’t been the last two times Hopper broke up the parties. In fact, he’d been in complete control and sober.
Something was wrong.
Steve throwing a party he shouldn’t be was one thing. Steve being wasted at said party was another entirely.
“Uh no. I’d like everyone to leave though.”
“I can’t! This is my house,” Steve giggled.
God, he didn’t get paid enough for this.
“Alright. I’m gonna get everyone out of here. You go shut off the music and drink some water.”
“But then I have to think about stuff.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
He was well aware of how neglected Steve was for most of his life. His parents threw money at nannies that barely did their job, and then threw money at Steve like that was the equivalent of love.
The only person who showed him love was Nancy.
“Where’s Nancy?”
“Oh she broke up with me. Said I was bullshit and we were bullshit and then she left with Jonathan because he’s not bullshit.”
That was. A lot to unpack. He didn’t have time though.
“Steve. I need you to focus okay? I need you to shut the music off so I can tell everyone to go. Then you need to go to your kitchen and drink at least a full glass of water. Make sense?”
“Sure thing, Chief!”
He stumbled away, possibly in the wrong direction, but Hopper didn’t really care so long as he got this shut down.
As he walked through the living room and dining area, he told kids they had five minutes to be gone or he was calling their parents.
They scattered quickly; They knew he wasn’t messing around.
He did the same with the kids on the stairs, the kids in the hall, and the kids in the kitchen.
Finally, the music shut off and more kids came running downstairs. When they spotted Hopper, they kept scampering right out the front door.
He figured the rest were probably in bedrooms or hiding in the backyard, and he needed to check on Steve again first.
Steve was standing at the back door, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
“Steve?”
“Just need a minute.”
“Okay, kid.”
Hopper took the chance to open the back door and yell to everyone that if they weren’t off the property in two minutes, he was arresting them all for trespassing.
It wouldn’t hold up, not with how many of these kids had parents with money for good lawyers, but it scared them.
He walked around the house, checking each room to ensure it was empty.
By the time he got back to Steve, he was passed out on the couch.
Hopper made sure he was on his side, blanket covering him, and a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him.
As he did the bare minimum to make sure Steve stayed alive, he had to wonder when the last time someone actually took care of Steve was.
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Steve started coming around to pick up and drop off El.
He was the designated soccer mom apparently, always bringing the kids where they needed to go: the arcade, the mall, the movies, the park.
He seemed to do it every day, no complaints.
El loved Steve.
She came home with a skip in her step, a smile on her face.
If he asked her how everyone was, her first response was always “Steve’s great.”
He’d be worried about it being a crush if she wasn’t stupidly in love with Mike. He’d almost prefer Steve.
But El just latched onto Steve in a different way. Like he was a protective older brother who made stupid jokes to make her laugh, but also argued with her over the radio.
Hopper was still worried about Steve. He graduated, but he was starting a summer job soon. A job that would leave him unavailable most days.
Hopper wasn’t a fan of this, and if he were rich, he probably would have offered Steve money to just be the kids’ chauffeur all day every day.
Within a week of his new job, El was barely leaving the house.
Hopper offered to drive her places before his shifts and she refused.
She didn’t even want to visit Steve at work.
Hopper didn’t mind paying him a visit, though.
“Hey, Hop. Everything okay?” Steve greeted.
“Just fine. You?”
“Any day in this uniform is another day I lose dignity, so.”
Hopper hid a smile.
The kid was funny, even if he didn’t mean to be.
“Got a favor to ask. El’s been pretty bummed about you starting this job and not spending much time with her and the others. Think you could take them somewhere your next day off? I could give you gas money.”
“Oh! Yeah. I don’t need gas money, though. The fair’s in town in two weeks, so I figured I’d take them all.”
“Great! Uh,” he cleared his throat, worried he seemed too excited. “I’ll tell El.”
“Awesome.”
But if Hopper knew what the fair had in store for all of them, he would have made them all stay home. He would’ve stayed home.
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After Vecna, Hopper had a lot of clean up to do.
He knew he left a mess, but he had no idea how much that mess exploded while he was gone.
El would barely leave his side. She sometimes sat at Max’s bedside in the hospital, but only if Steve sat with her. Then, she was right back home sticking close to his side.
He was grateful for Steve, truly.
He would show up every other day at the same time, give El a long hug, tease her about something stupid that made her crack a smile, and then bribe her to leave so Hopper could have some time to himself.
You’d think spending so long away would make him want to always be surrounded by the ones he loved, but not quite.
When Steve brought her back, she seemed lighter. Not relaxed, but like she’d been able to experience being a teenager. Just regular things.
Steve told him he brought her to get ice cream sometimes, sometimes they’d just drive around singing to songs on the radio, sometimes they’d walk around the quarry trail and try to find butterflies and birds.
He didn’t care what they did.
He knew she was safe with Steve.
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When Eddie Munson’s name was cleared, they all had a party at Steve’s house.
A party that happened during daylight hours and was mostly children and their parents.
Quite a turn of events for Steve Harrington.
But most importantly, he let El help plan the whole thing.
She needed a distraction since Max was still not awake, and the only person who knew what would help was Steve.
They planned board games, and food, and they cleaned the pool together in case anyone wanted to swim.
“Steve. You are being very silly,” El said with a frown as Steve put a party hat on his own head.
“It’s a party! We’re supposed to be silly,” Steve replied, leaning over to place a party hat on her head.
Hopper watched fondly as El smiled.
“Purple is my favorite color.”
“I know. That’s why I picked it.”
Steve was a good kid. He was a good adopted brother to El.
And Hopper could admit now that he was beyond just seeing Steve as a kid he watched out for the best he could.
Steve was more like a son to him than he probably was to his actual parents, more like a brother to El than even Will or Jonathan were.
He watched as Steve pulled El into a hug and started swaying back and forth, dancing.
El was laughing. Steve was laughing. Light and carefree were words seldom used to describe either of them, but when they were together, Steve and El were like the children they never really got to be.
“Steve, can I talk to you?”
Hopper wasn’t really big on emotions. He felt them, just like everyone did, but he didn’t talk about them.
But Steve needed to hear this, he needed to know that someone loved him and believed he was good.
El smiled and went outside to see if Robin and Nancy needed any help with anything there.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just…” Hopper pulled Steve into a hug.
It was awkward, maybe a little forced at first, but the moment Steve sank into it, Hopper pulled him in tighter.
“I love you, kid. You know that, right? I’ve been takin’ care of you, watchin’ out for you the best I can for years. You don’t have to be the strong one all the time, okay?”
Steve let out a sob against his chest and Hopper felt the telltale burn in his throat that he was not far behind.
“You and El are my kids, you got that? I’m always gonna protect you both. El and I love ya so much.”
“Love you both,” Steve gasped out.
Hopper didn’t let go. He knew Steve needed this. He kind of needed it too.
But El walked in, frown on her face.
“Steve? Are you okay?”
Steve sniffled and tried to wipe his tears away without her noticing that he was crying, which just wasn’t going to work. She was too perceptive.
“I’m fine, El.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No! I’m really fine.”
El glanced at Hopper, his eyes red, but his face trying to remain strong and passive, like Steve had just started crying on him, not that he’d been the one to initiate the hug.
She looked back at Steve, who was starting to pull away from Hopper’s arms.
She quickly ran to them, Hopper’s arms pulling away to wrap around her now as she wrapped her own arms around Steve.
“Steve is our family, too?”
“Yeah, kid. He is.”
“Like my brother?”
“If you want me to be,” Steve said as he turned slightly in their arms.
“Of course. I love you like family.”
“I love you too, El.”
Hopper cleared his throat and pulled away.
“Alright, alright. Party’s starting soon. Guest of honor should be here any minute unless he got himself into trouble.”
“Do not be mean about Eddie. He is a very nice person to me and to Steve.”
Steve was blushing, looking down at the floor.
Uh oh.
Hopper knew that look.
“We’ll talk about that later, Harrington.”
“Yes, sir.”
El giggled and ran out the back door, dragging Steve with her.
Hopper sighed.
What did he get himself into?
#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things#el hopper#jim hopper#request#anon request#ficlet#hurt/comfort#protective hopper
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Ari only letting you ride him when you're pregnant and he's always just moving your hips over you with his huge hands - grinding your clit into his pubic hairs and since you're so sensitive you just keep squirting all over him. Oh and when your titties start leaking - you already know he's sucking on them for dear life which makes you come even harder 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I WANT THIS MAN SO BAD
YES. I’m so happy the husband!Ari who impregnates you (with twins😏) thots are back!! Everyone knows Ari would be the dilfiest husband ever and he’d always, always keep you pregnant and he’d be very protective😌
Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, just Ari bc he himself is a warning bye
“Daddy, I’m scared to be on top.” You confess to your husband when he places you on his lap, his hard dick standing erect between the two of you, “I’m not good enough or fast enough. Why can’t you be on top?”
“Because daddy doesn’t wanna hurt you, baby.” Ari explains to you slowly as if you’re a toddler. He leans down to kiss the curve of your belly, “But don’t worry your pretty little head. Daddy knows you’re just a baby and you don’t know how to do anything. I’ll do all the work, honey, don’t you worry.”
And he sits you down on his dick, and it goes in so deep from this angle and fills you up so good, you can’t help but moan as he begins to move your hips up and down, bouncing you on his dick at a mercilessly hard pace.
“Daddy, nngh, ugh, so good! D-Don’t stop!” You grip at his shoulders, his biceps, his chest hair, anything you can.
“My dumb little baby,” Ari coos, “Look at you, bouncing on my dick while you’re all round with my baby inside you. You love being full of me, don’t you honey? I just knocked you up and you’re probably dreaming of me doing it again, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Want your babies, want your babies so bad!” You whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck, smelling his masculine smell, arms wrapping tightly around him because he’s so big and strong and makes you feel so tiny and babyish.
“I know you do, honey. Daddy knows.” Ari squeezes your breasts, smiling wolfishly when they start to leak with your milk, “And look, baby, your body knows it too. Knows it’s time for you to feed your daddy just like you’ll be feeding our baby in a few months when you become a mommy.”
His words cause heat to rise up to your face. You’d begun lactating early, and it had embarrassed you so much when Ari had first “fed” from you, telling you it was completely normal and that all little girls let their daddies drink their milk.
But now, as you watch your husband’s mouth latch onto your leaking nipple, all you can do is throw your head back and moan, the sight so erotic and sensual. He sucks on your nipple like it’s his last meal, holding eye contact with you the entire time.
“So good, baby,” Ari murmurs against you, “Taste so sweet. You’re such a sweet little mommy, feeding your daddy like a good little girl. Cum for daddy, honey. I know you want to.”
His words are like magic, and you’re screaming his name and clutching him tightly as you squirt all over his dick, so overwhelmed with pleasure that you hug him close, crying for him as he ruts against you.
“My good little baby,” Ari praises you, “So, so good for me. Now let’s see how many more times daddy can make your baby pussy squirt while you ride me.”
I never wanted this to end and I know it’s long but this man will be the death of me what the fuck bye
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Hey guys wanna see some old ass concept art of Doomsday I made early this year?
This was the very first sketch I drew of Z. As you can see this was my first time drawing him in a long time. His round bald head scares me. You can also see the first sketch of Z’s human disguise.
Ugh this looks terrible lol 😅. In case you couldn’t tell, that’s Keef or in this AU “Keith”. Originally the artstyle was going to be very very different. I decided to go for a 90s anime artstyle later on because it’s my favorite :3
GOOOOOOOODDD. DIB WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU. Even back then I thought this was shit. This was my first drawing of Dib and Gaz. Like I said the artstyle was REALLY different. Also this was me going through my “oh my god why the fuck am I back into this series someone fucking kill me” phase. Z looks pretty good tho, I was starting to get the hang of it.
Now THIS is cool. I love this photo. The absolute anger and hatred in Z’s face. The blood (which is supposed to be pink but I didn’t know at the time) dripping down his face as it’s boiling and blistering from his injury. It really encapsulates the feeling of “you’re fucked.”
Ah, yet another good drawing. This picture really shows this sense of dread as Z stands to choose which dog to experiment on, his shadow casting down on them. I’m pretty sure you guys know who that dog in the middle is going to be.
Spoiler alert: it’s Gir.
Oh look it’s Gir! He looks almost the same for his official design. Designing him was the hardest part for me. I was thinking: “What would a dog look like that was experiment/tortured by an murderous alien into his robot slave?” And this is what I came up with!
And lastly, this was the original design for Z.
…I’m sorry, but guys, I could easily throw down on this twink. Look at this he looks like Jose jalapeño, damn stick body. Look at his head! It looks like a booger. And looks how skinny he is. I mean, yeah, Z is supposed to look emaciated and thin because he’s an alien, his body shape is supposed look uncanny and different than ours. When you look at his official design you could at least tell he’s powerful but with this he looks like a twig. Twig Zim. Twim. Someone draw Zim as a twig PLEASE.
Well, that was all the concept art i had. I hope you all enjoyed it! I wanted to show you all something special to pass the time as I work on the comic. Still got a long way to go! College is almost over so that’ll give me more time. Thank you all again for your love, support and patience! Love you guys and stay safe ❤️❤️❤️
- EMatooney
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On Edge
What happens when your boyfriend wants to try orgasm denial on you?
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You chuckle as you’re carried by your boyfriend, Fred Weasleys, dorm bridal style. You guys just finished pranking some helpless 3rd years and were now going to probably watch a movie in his dorm. Your guys casually date night by using a spell to make a movie show on the ceiling and making quick witty jokes at the film.
Fred pushed the door open with his foot and walked to his bed. He placed you down gently and walked back over to the door to close it before locking it. You sat up on your elbows and smiled. Fred usually never locks the door unless some things were going to happen.
“Hey babe,” he walked over to you swiftly and sat next to you.
“Yeah, what’s up?” You sit up fully and look at him. He didn't look scared but there was also some weird tension in the room that you know you could both feel.
“I wanted to ask you something and you can totally one hundred percent say no….but I did want to talk to you about it.” He smiled over at you
“Go ahead. Honestly, you know i’m pretty much up for anything you wanna try out!”
“Well, I wanted to try out some….” He whispered the last bit and you genuinely couldn’t hear him.
“What was that?” You put a hand on his arm and give him a tiny smile to reassure him. “Babe, don't worry! I’ll never judge you for wanting to try something.”
He nodded and took a deep breath in to cover his worries. “I wanted to try some orgasm denial on you…. If it’s ok with you of course!” He adds quickly.
You stop for a moment, slightly amazed. You’ve kinda wanted to try this out too but thought that Fred might find it odd. “Um.. absolutely!! I’ve wanted to ask you to try this with me forever!!” You stand up in front of him in excitement. “Omg, babe!!”
Fred laughs slightly and stands up beside you. You move a piece of stray hair and Fred plants a kiss on your lips. You smile into the kiss and place your hands on either side of his face, deepening it.
“Fuck, darling. You’re gonna make me act up already.” He pushed you onto his bed and crawled on top of you.
He pushed his body onto yours as he started another kiss. He brought his knee up and nudged it in between your thighs. You let a moan out into Fred's kiss and he took it as an opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. He took the entire chance to go around and explore every, already explored, crevice of your mouth. He was acting like he was hungry and you were the only thing that was going to make him satisfied.
After a couple of minutes, he broke the kiss and looked down into your eyes.
“You ready?” He asked as he slid his shirt off and threw it to god knows where.
You smile, nod and start to unbutton your shirt. Fred sits on the bed and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. He loves watching you get dressed; he loved watching you get undressed even more though.
You slide your shirt down your arms and throw it to the same god-forbidden place Freds ended up in. Fred hooked his fingers in your shorts and slid them down very slowly.
“Fred…..” you whined as you shifted your hips around the bed slowly.
“Yes, darling?” He looked up from your legs and into your eyes, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter to the moon and back.
“Stop being such a teaseeeee!” you whine as you try to push your shorts down before he stops you.
“Well dear, I love making you beg so I’ll think about it.” He pushed your shorts down and threw them over his shoulder. He looked up and raised an eyebrow at you while you put your hands over your face. “Wow y/n, no underwear tonight?”
“I don’t know!! I just had a feeling!!” You kept your face hidden as you replied.
“Ugh, you’re just so good for me; huh? You’re my good little girl, right?”
He stood up and walked over to the side of the bed, right beside your face. He grabbed your hands and smiled as you peered at him with embarrassment in your voice.
“Yeah…. I try to be good for you Fred,” you smile at him as you pull him onto the bed. He sits between your legs and you place your hands between your thighs, blocking his view from anything he wants to see.
“Alright darling, if you move your hands…. I'll make you cum just a little bit faster than before.” he gives you his iconic goofy smile and places his hand out for you to put yours in.
You rip your hands from your thighs and place them into his. He leans down and kisses your hands while smiling.
“Alright, how about we get things going!” He spreads your legs a bit and starts to trail some kisses up your thighs. You let out a small whimper before it turns into a gasp when he pushes his middle and ring finger into you.
“Fuck! Fuck Fred!” you grasp the sheets and let out a few small moans.
He chuckles and goes faster, in and out of you. You moan more and more as he goes quick and then slow, quick then slow, quick and slow. This same pattern repeats for what seems like hours. You would get extremely close and then you would lose your high. Your high would come back and then it would leave again. This was honestly like torture.
“Fred! Baby, please let me cum! Please!!!” You feel his fingers quicken. The knot in your stomach was tightening. You could feel yourself about to cum when all of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you.
He gives you an evil smirk before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them as he stares directly into your eyes. “Well, where would the fun be if I let you cum this quick!” He exclaims.
Fred pushes his pants down and kicks out of them. “Are you ok?” he asks you quickly, making sure you weren't hurt or anything. You nod, confirming you're fine before spreading your legs more for him.
He nods and then pushes himself into you. You gasp as you start to get adjusted to him. It doesn't take you long and soon enough you’re nodding at him to continue his pace.
He starts slowly and then picks up his pace as time goes over. He’s leaning over you slightly and moaning your name under his breath.
“Fuck, y/n, you’re so good to me baby,” he whispered lowly in your ear.
You turn red and giggle as his pace picks up. You want him to go faster but honestly, you know if you asked, he would make you wait to cum till longer.
“Fuck Fred…” you moan loudly when he grazes against the perfect spot. “Right there! Please Fred, I'm begging you!!” you start whimpering out and you grab onto his shoulders. “Fuck! Please!” You knew you were going to cum soon….. If Fred didn't just stop and was going at a very slow, snail thrust pace.
“No way baby, I’m gonna enjoy this till you are screaming my name and sobbing for me to let you cum.” He leaned to your face and planted a small kiss on your nose.
You let out a loud whine and wrapped your legs around his body, letting him hit the spot you need. The knot in your stomach is practically begging for you to let him let you cum.
“Baby please…!” you start to whine more as you feel yourself getting closer but not close enough to finish.
“Can my pretty darling keep it going for just a little bit longer?” He asked as he picked his pace back up quickly.
You nod as you bite down onto your lip. “Fred… please!”
“You’ve been doing so well for me darling, you can cum now…” he goes faster and doesn’t slow down. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge until you just release underneath him.
“Fuck darling!” he moans out as he finishes only a couple of moments later.
Honest to god, that was one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. He sits next to you and kisses you on the top of your head. “I love you,” he whispers in your ears. “Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He picks you up and starts to take you to the door when you smile
“I love you too”
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Honeymoon Phase || Bradley Bradshaw
It had been a long seventh months from seeing your boyfriend, Bradley. You were beyond excited. He didn’t give you the details when he was going home though, so when you were doing laundry you didn’t expect him to spook you from behind.
“What the fuck?!” You yell, as you place your hand on your chest from being scared. Your eyes start to water, seeing your boyfriend standing in front of you.
“I thought you were still at..” you mumble, “got off work early. Wanted to surprise you first.” He spoke, grabbing your waist with his hands and pulling you close to him.
Your hands stayed on his chest, smiling. “Well big boy. You definitely surprised me.” You kissed his lips, as he melted within your touch. “God I love you,” he picked you up, and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“I’m not done with my laundry-” you protested, and he pouts. “What- for seven months I haven’t seen or touch you and you’re worried for your laundry?” He teased, placing his head into the crook of your neck and kissing it.
His mustache made you giggle, “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m all yours.” You place your hands around his neck, and look at him lovingly. The love of your life finally arrived home, back from a mission that probably put him in hard times. “What do you wanna do now?”
He hums, “I just wanna sleep within your presence.” He jumps you up and down in his arms slightly, walking to your shared bedroom and playfully throwing you on the bed. You were glad you were wearing comfortable clothes.
He kicks off his shoes, taking off his work clothes and being in his underwear. He climbs into the covers with you and wraps his arms ontop of your waist. “God I love you,” he mumbled, kissing your neck all over.
You loved being touched all over by Bradley. Your love sign was basically being touched starve up until you met Bradley of course, but when he was away it got pretty bad.
He was on top of you, making sloppy kisses all over you until the doorbell rang. “Ugh, can you go get that for me sweetheart? I’ll go get dressed.” He whispered, going to the closet. You nodded and double checked on yourself to see if Bradley had made a mess on you. And he did. 
You sigh, seeing a slight red mark on your left side of the neck. Shrugging, you walk to the door and open it to see Bradley’s friends. He must’ve invited them over. “Hey guys!” You greet, hugging them. His friends walked in, seeing the house bright and clean.
Bradley had finally showed him self, speaking of a ‘you guys finally showed up!’ And the party began.
To be honest, you just wanted to spend some alone time with Bradley but if he was happy so were you. By the time it came ten, everyone decided to go home to get some rest. You and Bradley were both in the shower currently, washing each other. “That was fun and comforting.” You spoke, as his head was placed in between your neck once again.
He nodded, his lips never leaving your neck. “You’re so good,” he whispered. “God you’re so good.” To him, it feels like he’s in heaven every single time he’s with you or touching you. His hands touch your curve ever so lightly.
“I love you.” He spoke, kissing your lips lovingly. “I love you.” The two of you cuddled in the shower, until the shower water got cold.
Once you both got out of the shower, you put on your pajamas and went straight to your bed. Bradley was just happy to be in your arms again.
Tagged;
@blessupbless
@nyotamalfoy
@luckyladycreator2
#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun maverick#bradley bradshaw x reader#x reader#mavericks#miles teller#top gun
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levi x reader
(if ur new here ur titan form is a wolf yup...ok...im not a good writer do not think this is a romantic chapter it is just filler )
“Just because you aren’t sitting on your throne doesn’t mean it doesn’t belong to you.”
WHAT THE FUCK! Was Erwin yapping about when he made you come see him. It seemed normal just the normal pushing around cause he wants to test your emotional control but what the hell was he meaning? You sighed leaving the building making your way back to training and you smiled “waiiit…basically I got dismissed cause Erwin wanted me.” You smirked headed towards the other side of the field where the water pump was taking a swig from it. “Y/n! Hello!” You heard a voice that you we’re starting to get involuntarily familiar with. You stood up straight with a groan “ugh…Eren.” He walked in your line of sight moving as you turn your head to avoid him “y/n we should spar! In our titan forms it could be good to develop our strength” you shook your head “too risky, people on the field.” You shrugged “well that’s no problem look over there! It’s enough grass for us both” he pleaded you just sighed “why should I?” You walked off towards the rest maybe they’d pick him off of you like the damn flea he was what was up with him? This weird big influence picture he made of you was so stupid. “You’re scared.” You heard him whisper “you think I’m gonna beat you!” Your eye twitched and you turned to look at him over your shoulder.
‘This kid.’
“What?” You growled “you heard me!” His eyes were unreadable “You trying to challenge me?” Your tongue ran over your teeth specifically your canines like snake fangs they seemed to get sharper..larger. “I’m not sure you’ll be much of a challenge” he laughed you pulled off your jacket throwing it far from you “listen I don’t appreciate your tone.” You cracked your knuckles “Then I guess you’re gonna put me in my place.” Eren laughed before the sound deafened and light blinded you “Hey! Asshole!! I said no titan!” You could sense Levi running over your way turning to look Erwin followed behind his eyes meeting yours.
‘Cocky asshole…wanna show off fine…let’s show off.’
You fell to the floor hands and knees feeling your jaw and body being stretched you felt the need to break out like an itch and before someone could stop you your face was deforming being stretched your eyes transformed to something doglike
‘I have no need to fight you…but now I have to punish you.’
Your mouth opened your snout emerged and some people backed up feeling sick it was a quick transformation but it seemed it was too hypnotic not to watch your body was now pieces lying around you the flesh of your face fell off revealing your form you started growing people backing up from you and Eren clearing the smoke steam coming from his mouth he screeched at you your doglike frame made you look smaller but at least your bark was enough to shake even the glasses miles away the ground seemed to rumble from your growls and the roar you let off made the observers cover their ears there eyes wide with terror. Eren lunged at you aiming for your neck but you stood making you bigger a very…very formidable foe your jaw opened wide tearing a piece of his shoulder from his body “No! Eren!” You heard Mikasa his little lap dog. Pushing Eren away from you tearing the muscle from him you threw the steaming flesh to god knows where you turned to Mikasa.
‘People like you…make me sick.’ Who was this? This isn’t you thinking. But it doesn’t matter you’ll shut her up. Your nose was inches away from her. Before you could even manage a powerful roar to send her back Levi stood in front of her making you bite your tongue his icy glare made you look at him you only whined quietly pushing your nose against his stomach softly “Stop this foolishness at once!” He glanced back at Eren “I didn’t give either of you an okay for this pissing match!” He looked between you both, but no use Eren had grabbed you and threw you to the ground his arm on your neck you kicked and panicked
I am so tired.
Of the loneliness
I am not a monster
I am not a monster
But I am so…hungry
You used your strength to get your feet under you standing before locking your jaw onto erens quickly ripping his jaw off crushing it slowly in between your own teeth. Eren fell to his knees. He was beaten. People stared at you with disgust and disapproval but nobody gets to insult you and get away with it. You turned towards Levi who didn’t even flinch when your head rested at his feet a soft apologetic whine rumbled your throat.
Levi shook his head and looked at Erwin who looked at you smiling.
You felt Levi’s glare “stop this. You won.” You whined closing your eyes feeling your shell slip off as you pulled yourself out your titan form nape and feeling the breeze on your hot skin you walked over to Levi who shook his head and went to go deal with Eren. You looked at Erwin “Looks like the queen is always stronger than the king hm? You’ve claimed your throne.” He chuckled slipping a chess piece into your hand and walking away towards Levi and Eren you looked down and seen the queen piece. You felt a little pride. Eren locked eyes with you while blocking out the bashing Levi was giving his ear. Eren looked at you with admiration. Not envy….
You yawned dressing yourself in more comfortable clothes heading to the mess hall and when you entered everyone went silent it took no less than a second for someone to call you over….GODDAMIT IT WAS FUCKING EREN!
(Idk I wanted to get the feeling of lore where y/n is a role model for eren in a way and just you being a lil simp for Levi)
#x female reader#fanfic#x reader#writing#fanfiction#levi ackerman#attack on titan#aot levi#levi x reader#levi aot
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who you gonna call? (ghostbusters!)
here is my @bylerween2023 day 1 fic for ghosts and hauntings. it’ll be on ao3 soon as this is a queued post. basically byler and lumax catching a ghost in hopper’s cabin.
Lucas Sinclair didn’t think he’d be spending his Halloween at the police chief’s dingy old cabin, trying to capture a ghost (and go on a subtle double date). But here he was, at 10pm in the middle of the night with a torch in his left hand, and his trusty wrist-rocket in the other.
“I don’t even know why you took that dumb slingshot with you,” Max asked “If there’s actually a ghost in there, the rock or whatever you’ve brought to shoot is gonna go through it.”
“It could be useful.” Mike said, coming to Lucas’ defence. “If it isn't a ghost and is just some rat, then it could work.”
“Thank you,” Lucas replied “And it’s a wrist-rocket, not a slingshot, Max.”
“Can we just go in guys?” Will asked “I’m really tired. I only came because I had nothing to do.”
“Did you come because there was nothing to do, or was it because Mike was doing this?” Lucas asked.
Just as Will was about to retort, Hopper finally came out of the cabin, commanding the 4 kids.
“I want you all to just catch whatever is in my house and get rid of it. It’s been banging on the walls and throwing my stuff off of shelves. Even broke one of my best cups.”
“Are you sure it’s not just a rat or anything?” Mike asked sceptically.
“Tell me, Wheeler, have you seen any invisible rats around? Because I haven’t,” Hopper angrily responded “So stop being such a pussy, get in here and catch the goddam ghost!”
With those last few words, he pushed them all into the cabin, giving an extra shove to Mike. Then he closed the door. Max looked through the dusty blinds.
“He going in his car,” Max said “He’s just ditching us here! We don’t know jackshit about this ghost.”
“Can we all just agree that this is stupid?” Mike said “It’s obviously not a ghost and is just some stupid animal that decided it felt at home in this place.”
"Yea, let's just watch a movie here." Will agreed.
"I brought some candy, so it can be a full on movie night." Mike added.
10 minutes later, everyone was on an old couch, watching some horror films. It didn't seem like Chief Hopper was too big on films, as he only had old stuff in his cabin. After a while, the kids picked "The Invisible Man" as their movie of choice.
"Hey, Lucas, remember that the film isn't real, so don't get scared." Max teased.
"I won't get scared because of some shitty old film." Lucas said, before lightly slapping Max's arm.
"Max was able to scare you with a cheap Michael Myers mask, remember that?" Will pointed out.
"Yea, and you screamed like a girl too," Mike added "not even my little sister could scream that high."
Lucas pretend-sulked for a few seconds before taking a snack from Mike and eating it. As they were all eating and watching the film, Will noticed something.
"Mike, where did you get the snacks from?" He asked.
"Yea, we haven't gone trick-or-treating yet." Max joined in.
"Well," Mike began "I saw Holly's bag and thought she might be eating too much. So I just borrowed a few sweets from her."
"Mike!" Will shouted "You just stole sweets from your sister!"
"I just borrowed them." Mike responded.
"How the fuck do you borrow sweets, Mike?" Lucas asked.
"Ok, ok maybe I shouldn't have stole them," Mike said "But do you guys really wanna watch this old film without any Skittles or Reeses?"
"He has a point." Max answered, as she reached out for his bag.
"Can't believe I'm dating a thief." Will said.
“Would you break up with me if I continued stealing?” Mike asked “Because if you would, maybe I’d consider stopping.”
Will didn’t say anything back, he just kissed him on the cheek. Just as Mike was about to hug him, Max spoke up.
”Ugh, you guys are so clingy. Get a room.” Max joking said, before mime-vomiting.
”Hey, just because we didn’t break up 5 times in 9 months doesn’t mean we’re clingy.” Will replied.
Just as Lucas was about to join in, a clash of something came from the kitchen.
”What was that?” Max asked.
”Eh, probably just some cup.” Mike said.
”Cups don’t just fall out of nowhere.” Lucas said.
”What if it’s the invisble man?” Will joked. Everyone laughed for a bit, until they suddenly heard a loud bang. It shoke the living room, maybe even the whole house.
”What the actual fuck was that?” Max asked, although no one else knew.
”Should we go check it out?” Mike proposed.
”Nah, I’m good. Probably just a stray cat.” Lucas nervously answered.
”Do strays bang on walls?” Will asked sarcastically.
”No, but what if there’s something there?” Lucas answered.
”Ok, let’s settle this.” Max joined in. “Me and Lucas will go check the fallen object, and you two can see what made the bang happen.”
Everyone agreed, even a slightly scared Lucas, before splitting up. Max and Lucas went to the left of the house and searched the kitchen and guest bedroom, while Mike and Will went to the right, towards the bathroom and master bedroom.
After 15 minutes of thorough searching, Lucas and Max found nothing. They had found a bunch of little trinkets in the house, even a ballerina music box, but nothing too supernatural.
”I wonder if they’re gonna make out instead of searching.” Max told Lucas.
”It less likely that they’re not.” He joked back.
”WE CAN HEAR YOU GUYS!” Mike shouted from the bathroom.
”Shit.” Max whispered, before shouting back “HAVE YOU GUYS FOUND ANYTHING YET?”
”NOPE, NOTHING’S IN THE BATHROOM.” Mike replied. “WHAT ABOUT YOU GUYS?”
”NOTHING,” Max shouted back “LET’S MEET UP IN THE LIVING ROOM.”
It only took a few seconds for the 4 of them to get back together and they had nothing of interest to share.
”Can we just go home now?” Will asked “We found no ghosts or animals in this place, Hopper is just getting old and losing his wits.”
“Yea, let’s leave this shithole.” Mike said “But I’m not telling the police chief he’s getting old.”
They were all packing up, Mike putting his stolen sweets back in his bag. Once everyone was ready to leave, Lucas opened the door, but something happened.
It closed on itself.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Max screamed. She and Mike were completely shocked, while Lucas and Will were now terrified. They all stared at the door for a few seconds, before Mike finally spoke up.
"It was probably the wind, let just try again." He said, though he and everyone else knew that wasn't wind. After a few seconds of trying to open the door, he found something out.
"It's locked." Mike finally said.
"That bullshit," Lucas replied, "You can't lock this door from the outside. Let me try, man."
"Alright," His friend answered, "But don't be shocked when you can't open it."
Just as Lucas was about to put his hand on the doorknob, Will heard something.
"Guys, who the actual fuck turned on that?" He asked, pointing to the kitchen counters. There stood the ballerina box, with the little figure spinning. A delicate, yet slightly eerie tune was coming from it.
"I didn't turn it on." Lucas spoke, "And I was with Max all this time, so it wasn't her."
"Well," Mike began "It wasn't me or Will so-"
He was quickly interrupted by a flying plate coming out of a cupboard. It nearly hit him right in the face, but instead smashed into the wall next to him, spreading fine china all over the floor.
"Holy shit, there's a ghost." Mike slowly said.
"We need to leave right fucking now!" Max urgently shouted.
Everyone started running to the backdoor to try and leave. But suddenly, the couch was right at the door, blocking the teens.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Will screamed. He didn't even know why he came in the first place.
"Now do you think ghosts are fake?" Max asked Mike.
"Max, we are trapped inside this cabin by something, and you're trying to make me say I'm wrong?" Mike slowly told Max.
"Who cares, let's just camp out here till morning." Lucas said
"Are you telling us to stay in a haunted house for a whole night?" Will asked. "Nope, I'm not doing it."
"You can try leave, but this ghost has us trapped." Lucas replied. "So we should wait till Hopper comes back and let him deal with it."
"Alright, fine." Will reluctantly gave in. “But I’m locking my door all night.”
”Alright,so me and Lucas get the bedroom on the left, and you and Mike get the one on the right.”
They all rushed to their new rooms, hoping they wouldn’t get a pan lobbed at them by the ghost.
“Do you think Hopper could actually deal with a ghost?” Mike asked Will, once they shut and locked the door. “I mean, if he needs teenagers to catch a ghost, he would faint if he saw what we saw.”
”Yea, he would not do jackshit if a fork was floating in front of him.” Will laughed
They sat in a peaceful silence for a few seconds, savouring the ghost-free moments.
”Do you wants some candy.” Mike finally asked.
”Depends,” His boyfriend replied. “Are they stolen goods?”
”Stolen, but I guess you’ll miss out on your favourite.” Mike shook a bag of Reese’s Cups in front of Will’s face.
”How dare you tempt me like this?” Will jokingly exclaimed. “You know what, fuck it.” He added as he took Mike’s bag of Reese’s.
”I knew you’d give in!” Mike victoriously said.
”You know I love them.” Will replied.
“More than you love me?” Mike teased.
”Hmmm. Maybe, maybe not.” Will said
Mike lightly punched Will on his arm, and they started play fighting, like they were 7 years old in Mike’s basement again. After a while, they decided to go to sleep, Will taking the left side and Mike taking the right. Mike was a heavy sleeper, almost immediately slumped onto Will. A few minutes passed by and Will also fell into a slumber.
”Which side are you picking?" Lucas asked. "Because I always take the left."
"I pick that side too." Max said.
"Well, there's only one way to settle this." Lucas started. "PILLOW FIGHT!"
He suddenly grabbed a pillow from the bed, and hit Max with it. She retaliated and smacked him over the head. Feathers were everywhere and the two of them layed on the bed, tired but energetic at the same time. Then Lucas had an idea.
”Wait, what if this ghost is like the invisible man?” He said, suddenly sitting upright. “We can’t see him, but he’s still touchable. We could cover him in,like, feathers or paint. Then, once we know where he is, we’ll attack!”
”Lucas, it’s a ghost, they go through walls.” Max replied. “The feathers will just fall as if there was nothing there.”
”It’s worth a shot.” Lucas said, now standing up and at the door. “I’ll wake up Will and Mike.”
He ran to the other room and opened to the door. Mike was laying on Will’s shoulder, the both of them asleep. Until Lucas spoke.
”Guys, sorry for waking you up, but I have an idea to catch the ghost.” He announced.
”Mhh, what?” Will sleepily asked, waking up and straightening his back. Mike’s head slipped off his boyfriend’s shoulder, waking him up in turn.
“So when paint falls on something invisible, it’ll cover it, right?” Lucas explained. “That means that we can cover the ghost in paint and then attack!”
”Lucas?” Will asked.
”Yea?” He replied.
”You do know that ghosts can go through things?” Will said. “So paint would just spill on the floor and Hopper would kill us.”
”That’s what I said.” Max suddenly appeared in the doorframe.
”Well, it’s worth a shot.” Lucas replied.
Will and Mike got out of bed after some more persuasion by Lucas (Mike took 5 minutes more than Will to get out). Everyone quietly crept around the house and got their supplies. Lucas went back to his room and got feathers from his pillow fight with Max. Will got flour from the kitchen and Mike got paint from the cupboard. Finally, Max got a blanket and rope. They went over their plan quickly: they would go into the living room and try to open the main door, which would hopefully bait the ghost. Once they all have him, Lucas, Will and Mike would throw their stuff on him. Then, Max would catch the ghost with a blanket. Finally, they would fight him and tie him up.
The teens all went to the living room and loudly tried to open the door. Mike was falsely complaining in an effort to attract the ghost.
”Oh no!” He theatrically bemoaned. “We can’t open the door! I guess we’re just stuck here.”
After a few minutes of silence, an apple fell from a fruit bowl. Lucas led everyone into the kitchen, waving his hand in the direction they needed to go. Suddenly, the room shook again and a drawer opened. They all took this as their cue, as Lucas shouted, “GO!”, although Max went forward a bit sooner, clearly eager to catch a ghost.
The boys threw their stuff in front of them, right at the drawer. Most of it splattered on the counters and cabinets, but some of it covered a human figure. And someone screamed.
”WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” It was Max. They hadn’t caught a ghost or invisible man, it was just their friend.
”Shit, Max, I’m so sorr-“ Will began to apologise, but he was taken by something. It grabbed the back of his shirt, lifted him up and pinned him against the wall.
Then, a drawer opened and a knife floated to Will’s neck.
”Holy fuck.” Mike had dropped his paint bucket in utter shock. This ghost was going to kill his boyfriend. But then the knife dropped and a pen made its way to the ghost. It went through Will’s pocket until it found a piece of paper he’d used to doodle on the go. The pen started to write something. After a few seconds, it scrunched up the paper and threw it to the kids. Mike immediately crouched down to read it.
“Either he dies, or all of you do.” He shakily said. “That’s what the note says.”
”Mike, it’s fine.” Will spoke, holding back tears. “Just get out alive, ok?”
”Will, you are not dying to some ghost.” Max told him, blue paint masking how pale she was from terror. But as she said that, the knife hovered towards the three of them, almost like a threat.
”That it, fuck you.” Mike whispered, before running to take Will’s flour bag.
”What are you doing Mike?” Lucas shouted urgently. His friend was now reaching for the bottom of the bag. Finally having some flour in his hand, Mike threw it at the floating knife, revealing someone holding it. Will fell down from the wall, escaping the ghost’s grip.
”Take this, dipshit!” Max shouted, putting the blanket over the ghost’s head. Lucas ran to get the rope and tie him into a knot.
Mike ran to Will, checking on him in case he was hurt.
”Will, fuck, are you ok?” He breathlessly asked.
”Mike, I’m fine.” Will replied, extremely drained. “Why didn’t you just get out?”
”Do you think we were going to let you die in front of us?” His boyfriend said. They both hugged eachother so tightly that one of them might’ve been crushed.
”So, when you guys are done with your love-fest, what are we going to do with this guy?” Max asked, pointing to the writhing figure under the blanket.
”We need to stop this thing, that’s no normal ghost” Will said. “Let’s bury him outside.”
A few minutes later, Mike and Will were outside, having just finished digging a hole for the ghost to lie in. Max and Lucas were in the house, trying to carry him out. Dawn was beginning to rise, small wisps of light making it through the darkness. The two boys were sat on the grass in silence. After a bit of pondering, Mike then spoke.
”Will, when you said the ghost wasn’t normal, what did you mean by that?” He asked.
”It’s just that, I think he just drained me.” Will said, still slightly shaken from his near-death experience. “When he had me, it was like someone was in my head and they were stealing my energy. I guess that’s why I told you guys to go, it’s probably just what it wanted me to think, that there was no hope for me.”
”So you think this ghost has like, powers and stuff?” Mike asked.
”I mean, yea.” Will answered. “It should take a lot to even be a ghost, let alone being able to get into people’s head and show them-“ But then he stopped talking.
”Will, what do you mean?” Mike asked, now more worried than ever.
”It was just some stuff to scare me.” Will began. “Once the ghost got to me, he started showing me visions of you guys. Except that you were all dead in the worst ways possible. It was like a threat: you die, or this is how your friends will end up. He also showed me things that had already happened, like when my dad still lived with me, Mom and Jonathan. He just made me relive it way more vividly than a memory could ever be.”
Just as he had finished, Lucas and Max came through the door, carrying the ghost in between the two of them. Lucas was holding the feet, while Max was carrying the head.
”Can we just burn this fucker?” Max asked.
”I’m pretty sure ghost’s can’t die, and therefore can’t burn.” Lucas replied.
”Well, let’s just get this done and over with.” Will said.
Lucas and Max both unceremoniously threw the ghost into the pit, then Mike and Will tossed the dirt over it.
”Isn’t it weird this will be the closest we’ll ever get to murder?” Mike spoke.
”Well, it’s not really murder if the victim is already dead, is it?” Lucas asked
After 2 minutes, the gang was done with the job. They’d fully buried the ghost, hopefully never haunting anyone else. They all said their “fuck you’s” and “shit-heads” (Will even spat on his grave) before leaving.
“So, can we all agree that this has been the worst Halloween ever?” Lucas spoke.
”Yea, I think getting flour all over me was the worst part.” Max said, before adding, “Well, except from Will being assaulted by a ghost.”
They all walked off into the sunrise, hoping they don’t get trick instead of treat again next year.
#stranger things#st#byler#lumax#will byers#mike wheeler#may mayfield#lucas sinclair#bylerween2023#bylerween#byler fanfic#lumax fanfic
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Trimax Vol 7 Ch 1-3
Sooooo, the first half of this volume might have destroyed me. I spent a lot of time staring into space between panels because the horrors were getting to me. Prepare for lots and lots of yelling. Here goes.
Ch 1
With a story like Trimax, I get incredibly nervous when an entire volume is named Happy Days. I know I am being lied to.
The way the crew comes out of their pods really reads like people clawing their way out of coffins. Very ominous.
Wow, this guy is rude. Rem hasn’t talked to anyone but Plant children in a whole year and the first thing that happens when the crew wakes up is that one of them harrasses her. Ugh. He could’ve stayed asleep for another three years if that’s how he was gonna be.
Argh, there are way too many people in this chapter and I can’t tell who’s talking when the whole crew is together.
I don’t know what to make of it, but Rem’s eyes are completely white when she lies to the crew. I know someone pointed out that Wolfwood’s eyes are white when he’s in an incredibly emotional state so I wonder if this is something similar?
Knives just messing around with the thrusters because he was curious. So not only do Independent plants grow quickly, they’re apparently incredibly smart. But also still kids because he absolutely messed something up.
Ah, young Conrad meeting the twins for the first time. I like that Tristamp made him a more important character because of what happened to Tesla.
Knives is so concerned with what humans think of him! Having him be so drastically different as a child really makes you wonder what happened to make him hate humanity as much as he does.
Oh no, baby Knives is crying! He just wants to be loved and accepted. Both of them love Rem so much too. Oh my god, I just wanna cry. This chapter is the sweetest, nicest one we’ve had in a while.
Pages that make me wanna sob because of dramatic irony. Little Knives is so hopeful…he’s so full of love and understanding and naivety. I don’t wanna watch it break.
Ohhhh. Now that I know what’s going on, this part makes a lot more sense to me. Knives and Vash think they see one of the people in cryo chambers awake, and they follow her. I think this is actually a telepathic Plant thing. Tesla is still alive, so she’s projecting herself into their minds and leading them to her.
She shows up right after Knives’s revelation about working through their differences with humanity. I wonder how much she hears and is aware of, because it seems significant that she shows up then, like a vengeful ghost that wants to show him how wrong he is.
God, I hate reading the report notes. They’re so chilling and dehumanizing. They keep calling her a “subject” but what we see is a little girl. And she looks so small and scared. Man, I really shouldn’t be reading this late at night. I’ll be up all night thinking about this.
“Trouble over a question of ethics.” Well, that’s a fucking understatement! Question of goddamn ethics, you scanned her so often you gave her cancer! Because you were treating a living thing—no, a child—like an inanimate object that could take as much abuse as you threw at it.
110 days is just over 3 months. I’m raging. How many times did they use radioactive scanning equipment on this little girl to give her tumors??? I had to get one CT scan done and they were extremely reluctant to do it because I was young and they weren’t sure it would show what was wrong with me.
My brain is only capable of producing screaming noises right now. These last pages are brutal and gory and…yeah, really messed up.
All the notes have to say is “Project is closed.” PROJECT??? PROJECT????? That was a little girl you experimented on so much that you basically killed her! I’m gonna throw my laptop out the window.
I’ve come back a little calmer and actually, I can’t tell if she’s alive or not. In Tristamp, it seems like she was put into cryo sleep to preserve her while she was technically alive. But here, I can’t tell. Thing is, she wouldn’t be able to do her Plant telepathy otherwise. Hmmm.
Ch 2
Oh no no no no, little Vash’s dead eyed face is too much for me right now. He’s had his doubts about humans, sure, but this is too much for him to handle. This is the revelation of humanity’s evil that he’s far, far too young to be able to handle.
Oh God, and he’s alone in there with Tesla’s dissected body because Knives fainted. He can’t look away, he’s never been able to look away, and all he can see now is how different he is from humanity. Right now, he doesn’t see any way they can reconcile their differences.
This page, where Vash looks like he’s floating curled into a ball while tormented by those staring eyes, is a nice juxtaposition to a similar panel in the last volume. There, he was peacefully floating in zero-g and feeling safe. Here, is the exact opposite. Here, it’s the loss of his innocence.
Vash is so angry. Rightfully so! What was done to Tesla was horrible and what proof does he have that the same won’t be done to him? Rem has been lying to him his whole life. He’s found out just how cruel the world is. It’s so easy to forget (and honestly not always easy to see) with adult Vash, but at heart, he is driven by anger. And I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, because in his case, his kindness comes from that deep-seated anger. Remind me to write a longer post about that later.
Still, it’s so interesting to see that anger and realize it’s always been in him, from the very beginning.
But this is also the start of something worse—Vash’s suicidal ideation comes from here. He doesn’t see a point in living if the world would treat beings like him with such cruelty, forever leaving him marked as other and inhuman. He doesn’t want to live in a world of only humans. How does he become the man who will do anything in his power to defend humanity when all he has right now is fear and hatred?
Vash refusing to eat because he just doesn’t see the point and doesn’t want to live—I see where Tristamp got Vash’s feelings about deserving to eat from.
Oh my God??? OH MY GOD???? Vash was gonna stab himself. Like yes, I’ve read this before, and yes, I know he’s actively suicidal here, but just—this is the first time we’re seeing it exposed like this, the very depths of his despair. The past few pages, the way he’s been drawn, with his cheeks hollowed and his eyes without expression or emotion, it’s A Lot and I’m not okay.
And Rem just fucking grabs the blade to stop him. She’s willing to hurt herself to keep him from dying. He learned all of this from her, every part of his ideology, and it wasn’t in abstraction. He saw it and, not only that, it was what Rem did to save him. He really becomes her continuation.
Vash has this moment where he becomes very unhinged and actually sounds a bit like future Knives when he hurts Rem by pulling the blade away from her. He learns how powerful violence is, the relief and catharsis it can bring. But immediately after he has these thoughts, he sees how he hurt Rem and that snaps him back to himself, to the little boy he is who just loves his mother.
He has her blood on his hands and that’s too much for him to take. She might be one of the humans that hurt Tesla, but he still loves her and it scares him to see her like that.
He patches her up and gets something to eat….my heart is breaking. He’s just a little baby, why does this have to happen to him?
The blank ticket story is going to make me cry. There’s so much hope in it, especially when you consider the situation Rem had that dream in. She was depressed as hell, she’d lost someone she loved and probably didn’t see a point in going forward either. And it’s a reminder that there’s more to the world than evil and darkness. There’s kindness and goodness too and that’s what Vash needed to hear.
I also think he needed to see Rem’s tears and remorse to remind him that he knows her. She might have made a mistake with Tesla but she never did anything to them. She’s trying to make up for it, with everything in her being she’s trying.
Also, “If you hadn’t stopped me then, I never would have known that when you cry, Rem, you look like you’re laughing.” WOW, Vash you really picked up all your best and worst qualities from your mom, huh? You learn to do the same thing.
Knives wakes up with a dead-eyed look and then says he doesn’t remember anything. Yeahhhh, no, I don’t think so.
Ch 3
The chapter titles in this volume are going to be the death of me. I don’t know if I can handle reading something called “King of Loneliness” after that last chapter. Send help, I’m doing it anyway.
“She hung her head low.” What happened weighs on Rem so much and you just know she ended up taking care of Knives and Vash as some kind of penance. I don’t think she expected to love them as much as she did by the end. But she also never intended on telling them any of this and just forging ahead with them into the new world, disappearing without ever having to face up to what she did.
I can’t blame her though. Is there a good way to tell a child a truth like that? But it would have been better if she’d told them all of this rather than Vash and Knives finding out on their own. Much like it would’ve been better if Vash was honest about who he was and what his mission was with Meryl, Milly, and Wolfwood from earlier on. Hiding things from the people you love rarely ends well.
“There’s so much we have to do to make sure it never happens again.” Now that’s what I call foreshadowing and dramatic irony. We all know what Knives means by that.
But Vash knows something’s wrong with Knives. And we see it too. This is the first time in these chapters his face is obscured in shadows, just like it was when we were first introduced to this younger version of him volumes ago. This is the first moment where Vash feels like he doesn’t know his brother.
Knives is losing it. He’s painting himself in his own blood as he no doubt plans the Big Fall. His descent into fear and darkness here is masterfully done and so unsettling.
The juxtaposition of these pages too, with his fearful face covered in blood and tears and the triumph as he watches the ships fall from the sky. This was an act of evil, yes, but it was driven by fear and helplessness.
Knives claims all his decision making as rational, but these last few pages have shown that to be untrue. Certainly, there was logic behind it, but most of it was driven by emotion.
Ohhhhh, I finally understand this bit! Knives merges with the Plant! He asks her for help and shows what he’s feeling, his anger at humanity and, ultimately, his plans. Last volume, he realized he doesn’t have the power to achieve his goals alone and this is how he plans to fix that.
At the beginning of this chapter, I thought the King of Loneliness was going to be Vash, but really, it’s Knives. He pushed everyone away and destroyed the colony fleet. He pushes away the Gung Ho Guns and merges with the Plants to achieve his goals. Ultimately, he is still a scared lonely boy who never processed the terrible things he witnessed and learned. His trust was broken so completely, he never recovered.
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another ficlet that is…… not….. ficlet length…. 😬👍
request from @kasey-writes-stuff !! from this ask :)
my girl hannah getting TWO fics just like she deserves 😔✊ and sylvee is featured in this one a bit toooo let’s get a round of applause for sylvee, also like she deserves 💕
switch!hannah, switch!sapnap, feat. george and sylvee, 1.7k words
enjoy!!
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“It’s fucking cold out here, bro, where’s– oh my god, does Han– Hannah still has my fucking hoodie, doesn’t she?” Sapnap spoke aloud, mostly to himself but for anyone who happened to be near him to hear, sliding his phone into his pocket while he looked around to try and spot Hannah.
“Uh…” Sylvee, who was the one person in question that happened to be near him, hummed in thought, putting her hand above her eyes and standing on her toes, tilting her head up to look as well. She pointed forward, where Hannah and George were standing at a crosswalk slightly ahead of them, pulling Sapnap’s attention with her finger. “Looks like it, yeah,” She finalized, dropping her arm, swinging it slightly as they walked the rest of the way towards their other two friends.
“Hey, Hannah, can I have my hoodie back?” He asked when they made it there, stepping in front of the group as the light changed to allow them to get across the street.
“What? No, I’m still using it, you idiot,” She replied, pulling one of the sleeves over her hand and pressing her palm to her chest.
“But I’m fucking cold, and I need it back, so give it back!” Sapnap demanded as he turned around to face the rest of the group again, walking backwards a few steps before everyone else stopped before him.
“No! Take George’s jacket, he’s not even wearing it! And he has a hoodie on anyway!” She argued back, pointing at the jacket draped over George's arm.
“George doesn’t let me wear his clothes anymore!”
“What? Why not?”
“I don’t know! ‘Cause he’s a little bitch!”
“No, that’s not even true!” George cut in to defend. “You just keep stealing my stuff and hiding it and then you don’t give anything back when I want it back! So now I don’t share with you anymore.”
“You guys are both so stupid it’s not even funny,” Hannah said with a roll of her eyes.
“You take George’s jacket, then!” Sapnap argued, waving his hand between the two of them.
“That makes literally no sense when I’m already wearing this one! It’s not my fault George won’t give you his shit!” Hannah finished, pushing past Sapnap and starting to walk again, before she was stopped by him grabbing her arm.
“Hannah.”
“Ugh, my god, whaaaaat?!” She groaned exaggeratedly, throwing her head back as she turned to face him again, rolling her head forward to look at him with raised eyebrows.
“Hannah…” He said with a serious tone, mirroring her trying expression and tilted head. “I didn’t wanna have to do this, but…”
“Oh, please, I’m soooo scared. What could you possibly do to me that’s so bad?” She tainted, earning a knowing chuckle from both Sylvee and George from where they stood shoulder to shoulder behind Sapnap. She glanced at them, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and interest, before Sapnap continued.
“Hannah… If you don’t give it back, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to tickle you…” He explained, shrugging as if he had no other choice. She squinted at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I would…” He replied, taking a step towards her, and she scoffed and turned away to keep walking.
“I don’t believe you for a seco–OND–!” She attempted to continue, but was cut off by a sudden yell when she felt a finger poke her in the side. She whipped around, throwing her hands towards the offending finger and successfully catching Sapnap’s wrist in her grip, glaring at him with wide eyes. “Don’t.”
“I tried to warn you.”
“He did warn you, to be fair,” George cut in again, the look on his face so smug it made Hannah want to punch it off.
“Shut up, George!” She yelled, glaring at him as well, and his smug smile only grew.
“Hannah. I’ll give you one more chance,” Sapnap warned, lifting his free hand up and wiggling his fingers at her. On instinct, she took a half-step back, pushing his arm that was still in her grasp further away.
“You’re being an idiot. I’m not giving it back.”
“Okay. Your funeral.” Sapnap shrugged, before suddenly reaching his free hand forward and clawed his fingers over her tummy, over the fabric of his purple hoodie that she had on.
“Sap!” She yelled, keeping her hold on his wrist with one hand and shooting her other hand to bat at the one doing the tickles. He giggled along with her, keeping the wiggling claw in action even through her pushing and smacking at his arm, relishing in the giggles he received and the pink tint on her cheeks that definitely wasn’t caused by just her makeup. “Nohoho!”
“You know what you have to do, Han,” He reminded her, his hand following her movements as she twisted her torso and took a few steps away.
“Nohoho wahahahay!” She denied again, shaking her head, the long strands of wavy hair left out of her ponytail swaying with her movements. She pushed him away again, but her reprieve only lasted a few seconds before there were fingers poking up and down her side like it was their job. “Sap, stohohohop!”
“You know what you have to do, Hannah, you know what you gotta do,” He explained, chuckling at her reactions and stepping forward with her.
He pulled his hands away for a moment, long enough to make it noticeable even if it was barely a few seconds, before he suddenly tasered both her sides, right at the dip of her waist where her cropped t-shirt ended below the hoodie. She squealed, whipping around fully once again, batting at his attacking fingers with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Her cheeks turned even more pink as she heard the other three chuckle and giggle at her reaction.
“FINE! Fihine, I’ll gihive ihihit back, fuhuck off!” She caved, rolling her eyes and sighing in frustration.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said teasingly, pulling his hands back entirely and letting her calm down.
“You’re actually the most insane person on the planet, do you know that?”
“That’s the goal, thank you,” Sapnap replied with a smug smile, earning himself another scoff and head shake from her. He put one hand back out, gesturing with an upward-facing grabby hand towards the hoodie she still had on. “Give.”
“Fine. Freak.” Hannah pulled her right arm through the sleeve of the hoodie, pulling one half of it over her shoulder before moving to the other side. Sapnap smiled to himself, reaching forward and placing a single poke on the side of her now exposed stomach, making her flinch and whip her head towards him. “Sapnap, I will burn this hoodie in front of you, I swear to god.”
“Okay, sorry! Sorry. I’m done now, I promise.” He put his hands up in surrender, letting Hannah continue to yank the hoodie off and throw it at him, hitting him in the face and making the entire group burst out laughing. “Thank you. Everyone’s happy now,” Sapnap said as he slipped his own hoodie on, grateful that it was still comfortably warm from being worn by another person.
“Yeah, sure, everyone’s happy,” Hannah mumbled with a roll of her eyes, smiling and giggling when Sapnap simply raised his middle finger at her and then began walking towards their destination once again. The rest of the group followed him, Sylvee pushing slightly forward to fall in step with him again and Hannah and George a step behind and to the right.
After a few moments of walking, George cleared his throat, before extending his arm that had his dark red and blue jacket draped over it for Hannah to take.
“Can I?” She asked softly, and he nodded, a small smile on his face. “Thanks, George,” She said with an equally fond smile, making his grow sweetly as she took the jacket off his arm and slid it on, adjusting the sleeves and the collar as they continued walking. “At least someone in this group is my friend and cares if I’m cold!” She said, voice growing louder as she went on, making Sapnap turn his head around to her.
“Shut the fuck up, idiot!”
“You’re the idiot!”
“You’re both idiots!” George replied, making both arguing parties laugh, before Sapnap and Sylvee turned back to their previous conversation, causing George and Hannah to as well. George paused for a moment, chuckling to himself, thinking about his next move. “Hm…”
“What?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him when he didn’t continue. He looked about ready to, then stopped, then he did again, and this time he actually did speak, after a moment of pausing again. “What is it, George?”
“You know you could, like… get him back, right?” He offered, squinting his eyes at her slightly. She considered for a moment, before smiling widely, her eyes growing bigger and more elated as she did so.
“Oh my god,” She began, looking over to Sapnap, then back to George. “You’re right, I actually can!” She wasted absolutely no time, taking a step to her left and another closer to Sapnap, before suddenly digging her pointer fingers and thumbs into the backs of his sides, as well as the dip of his waist, just like he’d done to her.
He squealed immediately, jumping forward and turning around to look at her with wide eyes.
“What the fuck?!”
“Apologize for being a dick.”
“What?! No! Absolutely not!”
“Okay. Your funeral,” She said with a smug smile, before latching her hands into his sides and tummy, squeezing and scribbling and scratching sporadically, going as far as to slip her hands under the hoodie to skitter her nails over his t-shirt to make him squeal and squirm.
“NOHO– Hahannahah!”
“Say you’re sorry!”
“Nohohoho, nehehever!” He laughed, pushing her away and running forward to escape her.
She followed him without question, and the rest of the evening consisted of George and Sylvee watching them chase each other around, playfully grabbing at and laughing with and tickling each other, never seeming to get tired of it, even as they got back to Sapnap’s car and knew the fun had to come to an end.
#thank you for the request kasey!!!#this was so so fun to do i love hannah and sap so much#cals writing#lee!hannah#ler!hannah#lee!sapnap#ler!sapnap#kasey writes stuff
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Incorrect Teenage!au ghostbat quotes [I've had too many of these in my drafts so boom they go in one post]
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Bruce: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.
Khoa: What did you do Bruce?
Bruce: a Mistake.
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Khoa: How do you want your coffee?
Bruce: Black, like my soul.
Khoa:
Khoa: Bruce, your soul is a latte.
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Bruce: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?
Khoa: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.
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Bruce: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!
Khoa: Bruce-
Khoa: It- it was just an ant-
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Khoa: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here.
Khoa: And if you don't well then fuck you.
Khoa: I'm looking at you, Bruce, you jealous mop.
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Bruce: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I’ve got a whole box of old positives at my house.
Khoa: You’re a male
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Bruce: I made tea.
Khoa: I don't want tea.
Bruce: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.
Khoa: Then why did you tell me?
Bruce: It's a conversation starter.
Khoa: It's a horrible conversation starter.
Bruce: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.
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Bruce: Listen, we’re done, we’re over! Okay?
Khoa: Whatever bitch, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.
Bruce: Yeah, that's the point shithead!
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Bruce: Do you have a bobby pin?
Khoa: Yeah. *searches in their hair*
Khoa: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.
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Bruce: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.
Khoa: Being a fish.
Bruce: Well, shit.
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Bruce: Are you ready to commit?
Khoa: Like, a crime or a relationship?
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Bruce: I want a bf.
Khoa: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.
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Khoa: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.
Bruce: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.
Khoa: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.
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Bruce: Bonjour, Khoa. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?
Khoa: No, I don't want to sleep with you.
Bruce: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.
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Khoa: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.
Khoa: *glares at Bruce*
Bruce: Well, sorry I have morals!
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Bruce, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.
Khoa: Do you think other people can’t hear you?
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Bruce: Go fuck yourself.
Khoa, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch
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Harley : Hey Bruce, wanna third wheel on my date with Ivy tomorrow?
Bruce: Sure.
Harley : Khoa! Wanna third wheel on my date with Ivy tomorrow?
Harley : Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!
Bruce & Khoa: ...
Ivy: Harley ...
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Bruce: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-
Clark: A doll.
Selina : A cinnamon roll.
Khoa: Babygirl
Bruce:
Bruce: ...stop it.
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Ugh I told you I apologize for the novels in response to your chapters….but I’m not sorry at all lmao. ILYSM!! (Sorry I’m so late to the party…grad school kicked my ass this week so I’m just getting reading) Here we go!
Starting tense with her slipping away without a word. I say tense, not negatively. how you described it as if the moment was made of glass and the slightest sound would break it. It’s painful and beautiful. Girl the fucking way you write Neymar absolutely destroys me. AND THIS IS GOING BACK TO DEFINE ME NEY OKAY. (He holds a special place in my heart) I just…this guy is like a kicked puppy
He nodded “JW gonna write about this, hm?” he poked her nose. His eyes half open. She took hold of his hand.“JW won’t be writing about anything for a while.”
“I missed the penalty.”
She shook her head “is that why you’re like this?”
What the fuck bro. I know its a Kylian story and I love it, but ney…my poor ney...he needs something good in his life here okay.
Okay back to business. I love how Kylian is taking care of Taylor while she’s taking care of ney. And shout out ney to figuring them out with no help. Like that just goes to show how fucking observant he is, which also speaks to the relationship he has with the two of them. Even while drunk off his ass. smart boy lol.
Alright this is now just becoming an “I love ney and all I want to do is hug this kid to make him feel better” rant. This also just makes me feel so happy about how far their relationship has come since ney found out Taylor was JW. How painfully hurt he was back then, and now he’s throwing it back in her face without any malice towards her. Their friendship is so much stronger and I love how Taylor knows exactly what conversation she needs to have with him. And TAYLOR SAME GIRL PRETENDING NOT TO KNOW WHAT HES THINKING SO IT DOESN’T MAKE IT REAL LMAO. GIRL SAME.
Back with Taylor and Kylian. I just….AH the chemistry they have is intoxicating to read. I’m fucking weak over it. Small spaces, especially airplane bathrooms, the TENSION. I love that they’ve gone from genuine arguing and frustration to straight up just flirting and being cute. “She grinned, slapping his hand off her ass. Her shoulder bumped on his as she finally walked passed him. Proud of herself for his reaction. He bit on his tongue, twisting it in between his lips.” SO FUCKING CUTE. I have no words for when he sits down next to her. Like going from heated, to making me squeal from cuteness as they hold hands underneath the blanket. It's just so sweet I want to cry because they’re so good for each other.
Him pleading with Taylor to come to him when she’s freaking out about the meeting with Galtier has me in a puddle. Taylor is a better woman than i am because how the fuck did she not fold immediately when he’s practically begging her to come to him…AND THEN THE MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY SHOW UP WITH FUCKING CAT FOOD?! the whole following sequence is just perfect. So romantic, and hot, and I just wanna die. I MEAN “Hoped she could stay down this rabbit hole with him for the rest of her life.” AND THEN GET SLAPPED WITH “She never minded being on her own but this… this felt nice too.” BRUUUUUHHHHHH. I love that they see each other in the morning, it just makes it so real to me and I’m obsessed with them. Their morning is so domestic and her giving him her keys. R.I.P. me.
GO TAYLOR FOR GETTING THE FULL TIME POSITION. I’m so proud of her she so deserves it with everything she’s been through. I love that there’s finally the post sex talk and it’s absolutely adorable. Her finally opening up and you can see her walls crumbling because of how annoying persistent Kylian is. Her finally admitting how scared she is of the entire situation is so fucking relatable.
YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO ABSOLUTELY KILL ME WITH A SINGLE GOD DAMN SENTENCE. THAT LAST LINE. WHAT THE FUCK OWW. Cannot wait to ch 11 k ilysm byyeeee 😘
NEVER APOLOGIZE
Texts like this the reason i write and i love you so much for taking the time there is no greater gift. I've reread this 5 times because oh my god i love it 😭 i can't wait to hear your thoughts on ch11.
Also define me ney and this ney are basically the same and I've thought of Gabriella doing a cameo multiple times but I'm scared people will be confused ughh😭
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Scream baby!
Kungjook! (Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock (in tune)) I heard screamin in there! Are ya havin' fun without me? I know you're in there! Open up! (He opens and she stumbles in and lands in his arms) Hey bestie! My handsome beastie! You caught me! My hero! Oh and what strong arms you have too. J'ook why are you covered in tomato sauce? I know! You been cookin fa me haven't ya? (Slurring) My chef jungcook! Drunk? Nah, not drrruun - (hiccup)... ooook, maybe a liiiiittle tipsy (drunk giggles). So what's with all this red sauce, huh? Noooo, don't push me away. I wanna lick it, hmm, ok, I'll wait for the meal. Youre so loud. (Presses her finger against his lips) ssssshhhhh! You'll wake her! By the way - Who'sThatGirrLyinOnDaFloorInYaRoom?! She's covered in sauce too! How come you let her have some before me? Hey Kungjook? That's no fair Jook. Scared? Mustabeen good if she's havin such a good nap on the floor. WhywouldIbescare(hiccup) K-fine, I'll go wait while you clean up, but don't take long! (Plonks herself on his couch and she immediately starts snoring)
(Wakes up the next morning in his bed) Ugh, my head hurts. Where am I? (Rolls over to find Jungkook staring at her) J-jungkook? Yeah, I'm awake but I feel like I need to puke. What do you mean 'do I remember last night'? (Covers her mouth in shock) D-did we...? Aw no! Kook, I'm sorry, I was drunk. I must've had too many bloody maries. I should go. But first, will you cook me breakfast please? Something tells me you'd make a mean meal! I like your new red spotted mat by the way. It gives a nice atmosphere to the room
“Y-Yn??? What are you doing here? W-What the heck… SWEETHEART YOUR TIMING IS SO BAD…. Oh my God, are you drunk? Yn fuck. I’m not having fun here and this is not tomato sauce…. Ugh fine you can think it is… when am I gonna do with you? You’re literally falling on me and I have a body to cover…. What the hell don’t lick it!! EW NO. I-I I am going to cook for you okay wait for the food? Not be a good girl and go to the couch, you can be my good girl, right. You’re not scared are you? T-That girl I don’t know what to say…. S-She’s… dead… haha. Yeah yeah go., go to the couch. Oh my God, what am I gonna do with you…?”
“Y-Yn you are finally awake…. Sorry if you find me creepy, staring at you like this but do you remember last night? You don’t? Why did you drink so many bloody Marie’s last night? WHAT NO WE NEVER FUCKED… haha I would never do that to you whilst you were drunk…. Oh yeah, you must be hungry you wanted pasta last night… I cooked some for you with the red sauce…. You kept mentioning it last night… haha… WHAT CARPET? I-I… oh yeah about it… I’m going to throw it away.”
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Levihan drabble week: Levihan randomized
Prompt: Levi and Hange are a pair of ghosts haunting a house, and every day they try to outcompete each other in scaring whoever comes in.
TW: Emotional Abuse. (I didn't like to think about Sasha in this type of situation, but I wanted Levihan to adopt her in the end.)
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The realtor looked at all the books laying on the table.
Realtor: I told you! You’re not allowed to use anything in here! Just clean!
Maid: Sir, I swear I didn’t, besides, the place wasn’t really dirty, and I did put the books back in place, I don’t know what happened!
R: I don’t have time for this. The owner’s son will be here any minute now and for some reason his father wanted me to show the apartment to him instead of doing it himself. Hurry up and leave.
A few minutes later, Floch arrived with his girlfriend.
R: Good morning mister Foster, miss Braus, please come inside.
Floch: What the hell is this place? This looks like a dumpster!
R: On the contrary sir, this apartment contains all of your father’s valuable antiques, books, expensive furniture and-
F: I don’t give a shit. I have better stuff at home.
Sasha: I think it’s pretty…
F: Shut up. You’re lucky I decided to bring you with me. Nobody wanted you back at home.
R: Sir, your father believes you will appreciate your family heritage more once-
F: You shut up too. I don’t give a fuck about them. Just get this over with.
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Levi: Why do I even bother putting these back into place…
Hange: Levi look! The realtor brought a real jerk this time, his girlfriend seems sweet though…
L: Alright. My turn to beat your score.
H: Ha! Last time you said that you came asking me for help!
L: I don’t like scaring little kids…
H: But they’re the easiest targets!
L: Whatever. This one shouldn’t be hard.
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F: Ugh. There isn’t even a TV here… Sasha! Make yourself useful and get rid of this trash! I’m getting a new TV set.
S: Ok…
L: What a scum… Hange, let’s allow them to move in.
H: So we can scare him away and let the girl keep the apartment right! She seems interested in this place…
L: Exactly.
H: Great! I already have sooo many plans…
L: Relax. We need to make sure we don’t scare her too or get her in trouble
On the next day, Floch brought a crew to install the new TV he bought.
F: I told her to get rid of this shit… Sorry guys, my dumb girlfriend didn’t do her job yesterday. You can throw those away.
Crew: Ok sir.
L: “Those are Hange’s books…”
Levi grabbed a picture frame and threw it at them.
F: Shit! What the hell was that!
The glass cut one of the crew member’s cheek.
C: Sir! We have to take him to the hospital!
F: You’re not leaving me here with this!
C: I’m sorry sir but he’s bleeding!
Floch sent Sasha a text message.
F: Sasha come back here now! you have work to do, these cowards left me alone here…
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H: Levi! Thank you!
L: I think I went a bit too far…
H: It’s just a small cut, he’s not even gonna need stitches…
L: If you say so…
H: Hey, I’ve been practicing something, wanna see?
L: As long as you don’t shoot plasma off your mouth again…
H: Come on! That was fun!
L: Not when you’re the one that has to clean it later.
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A few days after the incident, Sasha was picking up some books in the living room, and she found one titled “The big fat potato book, 700 recipes for potato lovers.” She started looking through it when a piece of paper fell out. It had something written on it.
Hi Sasha! Thank you for hiding my books instead of throwing them away, some of those I got a long time ago and are very dear for me and Levi. I noticed you like food so I thought you might like this book! Have fun with it! Oh, by the way, don’t worry about Floch. Leave him to us. We’ll take care of him.
-Hange-
Sasha didn’t know if she was scared or relieved.
S: …Hange? Is it someone from Floch’s family? I don’t remember anyone named Levi either... How did they know I was hiding the books? Or maybe it’s my dad’s family? …Maybe I should go back to my dad’s house-
F: Excuse me? Do I hear you planning to leave me?
S: Floch! No! I was just wondering if maybe he had more cooking books-
F: I thought I told you to get rid of those! Why the hell are you bringing more trash!?
S: No… It’s so I can make you better meals…
F: Whatever… I’m too tired for this. I’m taking a nap.
As Floch went to the living room, Hange and Levi started to take action.
L: He’s here.
H: Let’s do it.
Hange began creeping up behind Floch and touched his shoulder.
F: Stupid old man trying to make me live here…
As soon as he turned around, Hange’s skin started melting, turning into muscle, then into bones.
F: Shit!
Floch started screaming and running towards the main door. Sasha was paralyzed. Still, he didn’t make it far until he saw Levi carrying a big scythe.
L: Going somewhere?
F: No! Don’t kill me please! Take her!
He pushed Sasha in front of him.
L: I don’t kill good people. Just abusive assholes. But I am merciful, so I’ll let you go if you get out of here and leave her alone.
Floch jumped immediately and ran off. Sasha was still speechless.
H: That was so much fun! Did you like my new trick Levi!
L: It was ok.
H: Awwwe come on!
L: Sasha, are you ok? Sorry you had to witness that…
H: Sasha hi! Did you like the book? You found my note?
S: …I-It was you?
H: Yes! We promise to be less scary if you stay here! I can bring you all the books you want about food!
S: Can I bring my dad here?
H: Sure!
L: Four-eyes, Does this mean we stop scaring people now?
H: Yep, it means we start protecting people now.
L: I’m good with that. Guess it also means I win our bet then.
H: Not at all! I scared way more people than you!
L: Groups count only as one.
H: Hey! We didn’t agree to that!
L: We do now.
S: You guys are a cute couple!
H: Wha- no no, we’re-
L: Yes Sasha. We are.
S: Hange! I thought ghosts couldn’t blush…
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it’s times like these wish i had a time machine so i could see what you did on october 13th at 10:15 were you really asleep were you lying to me and the family there’s no us in us when i’m lacking trust you wanna discuss UGH you disgust me don’t make me cuss you out! why’d you let me down! don’t say sorry now! thanks to you i i can’t love right i get nice guys and villainize them read their texts like they’re having sex right now scared i’ll find out that it’s true and if i do then i blame you for every worst that i assume when i’m 45 someone calls me their wife and he fucks our lives in one selfish night don’t think i’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did and god i love you but you’re such a dipshit please fucking fix this cuz you were all i looked up to now i can’t even look at youuu
does anyone have a gif that accurately portrays the way this song makes me feel which is screaming crying throwing up
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