#this gets a little spicy so i'm not tagging the event blog but you know where to find it

[kimmiessimmies]

Back to Reality

A subway station in Bridgeport, January 1st

Oof, that's rough. We've all been able to see how these two made the night count, but check-out was at 10, so they're feeling it this morning. That, and, of course, they're returning to their reality, which is a cruel trick I'm playing on them.

Now that this little festive AU thing I did is ending, there's a few things I think I need to say about it all. Especially since I gained a few followers because of my seasonal AU posts (Hi! So happy to see you!) and I guess it's good to point out who these two characters are in the real story.

So, here's James and Sadie, friends and both leads in their band The Hot Wings. They're music students at Honeycomb University and there's... something... between them. There was a lot of built-up tension and eventually they slept together. Once. A lot of emotion followed and while they both claim it's not romantic, I'm not too sure. If you want a quick update on recent events, read Release and Consequences on my WordPress blog by clicking these links. All other past story updates are on my blog too.

In the actual story we're going back to, it's getting close to Spring of 08 (I'll do a post on years and time and all that at some point) and there's a lot to come. For James and Sadie, and for my other characters as well. We have Rachel's Dating Adventure waiting in the wings and we'll be going back to "The Valley" to see how Joshua is doing, among others.

I loved doing this festive AU side story. To escape the writer's block I am currently dealing with and to give "Jadie" a chance to be together for a while. I added in the "I love yous", because they never get to say that in the actual story, other than in a friendly way, and it sort of floats in the air as unspoken words. Them saying it, at the point they did, was something I really wanted to do. To stress that in this AU, they really are both in love and committed to that love.

I was upset the spicy post got flagged though and hope it was just the prude Tumblr bots and it didn't get reported by someone. After all, it was both labelled and tagged appropriately, so if pixel nudity is not your thing, you could have easily avoided it. Also, if I do ever post something that offends someone, please let me know. I'd like to think I'm generally a nice person and quite easy to talk to, so drop me a line.

Anyway, I think the train is coming, so I have to go and make sure James and Sadie get on it. Time to go back to where they need to be. I'm sorry, my lovelies, I'll try to be nicer to you in future. I promise. Maybe.

#Back to reality #atoh au #random rambles #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims story #sadie stevens #james wyler #about the process

[2000sgossip]

ugh.  i  guess  it's  that  time  to  let  you  all  know  your  dates  for  this  horrific  holiday.  click  on  the  fun  link  below  (under  the  read  more)  to  figure  out  who  you  will  be  spending  this  horrific  day  with;  you  really  thought  i  was  going  to  plan  it  all  out  for  you  ?  what  ..  are  you  incapable  of  having  a  single  original  thought  ?  figure  it  out  yourself,  i'm  sure  those  braincells  within  your  head  will  think  of  something  less  than  mediocre  for  such  an  event.  

don't  get  too  excited,  though.  know  that  we  have  eyes  and  ears  everywhere  and  if  something  spicy  happens  on  your  little  get  together,  we  will  be  the  first  to  know,  and  sucks  for  you  but  our  lips  are  not  sealed.

ocean  cartier  +  lennon  harlow

ace  kang  +  santiago  vidal

daisy  donnelly  +  nihan  ergenc

raine  rivera  +  bash  guerra

milo  sinclair  +  dante  lecompte

easy  harvey  +  teddy  dizon

florence  ducatti  +  mikhail  ivanov

tobias  forester  +  anya  vipavakit

rowan  delaney  +  evelyn  moreno

mariana  lozano  +  liliana  morales

brandon adams  +  juliana aliso

cassie  oliver  +  dulce  abarca

ricky  presley  +  sidney  kane

axelle  kinneson  +  jia  choi

zoya  wylie  +  sabriye  aydin

logan  sethi  +  tennie  spalding

nesrin durmaz  +  cordelia  deniran

xander  northridge  +  miyeon  seo

ooc  information  :

the  above  list  is  the  pairings  for  this  little  plotdrop  !  if  for  some  reason  you  are  unable  to  get  ahold  of  your  pairing  partner  withing  twenty  four  hours,  please  let  us  know  and  we  will  swap  your  character  with  someone  else  !

these  are  solely  to  encourage  more  interactions  with  more  muns  /  characters,  these  do  not  have  to  be  romantic  dates  and  we  heavily  encourage  coming  up  with  some  creative  little  things  that  your  characters  can  do  together.

there  is  no  deadline  for  these  threads,  it  can  simply  go  into  your  rotation  of  other  threads;  please  do  not  bubble  rp  these  threads  !

we  heavily  encourage  ic  drama,  we  would  love  for  the  gossip  blog  to  fill  with  a  bunch  of  things  that  stirs  the  pot  !

please  make  sure  to  tag  these  accordingly,  so  everyone  knows  what  is  for  the  plotdrop  and  what  isn't.

these  pairings  were  done  at  random  with  the  wheel  of  names  app;  shuffles  were  made  between  each  pairing  to  maintain  the  randomness.  we  also  tried  to  make  sure  that  the  age  ranges  were  understandable  and  fair,  however  if  we  missed  something  and  you  are  uncomfortable  with  the  age  gap  between  characters,  let  us  know  !  although,  do  remember,  these  can  be  friendly  or  first  meeting  type  get  togethers

if  you  have  any  questions,  don't  hesitate  to  reach  out  via  our  question  channel  on  the  discord  or  dm  the  main.

these  threads  can  start  at  any  time  but  we'd  really  like  to  see  a  starter  made  at  least  by  friday  !

#2000s.plotdrop #2000s.gossip

[pywackett-barchetta]

Meme: Nine people you'd like to get to know better!

Tagged by @whipplefilter ! Thank you!

Last song I listened to: The Grouch, by Green Day. I'm on a bit of a Green Day kick lately due to a project I'm working on. A friend of mine has offered to go see 'em with me but the thing is, I saw one of the American Idiot on Broadway shows that Billie Joe Armstrong was at, and also, most of the 'big' concert events I go to are way smaller venues than the Saviors Tour is using, so I'm a little worried it'll be overwhelming. And they aren't... playing any of Saviors on the Saviors Tour...? I love the two albums they're doing in full, but.

Favorite color: I always feel compelled to say purple for whatever reason.

For cars, I think you gotta go gaudy; bright orange or bright green. My household had a bright orange Prius for a while and when you're looking for something in a parking lot, you're grateful that's yours. So many bland colors out there, I want stuff that looks like a Need For Speed Underground 2 save file got corrupted.

Currently watching: Lost Bullet 1 and 2. A friend in a racing chat compared it to F&F and I don't know that that's a fair comparison, but the first definitely is that movie kind of movie I like to see on a Saturday evening or some such. The fight choreography is of the AEW "and now there's forty guys and they're all swinging at each other!" variety, but the car chases are, like, actual classic-style car chases and I have to respect it. Mostly the absurd NFS-style overwrought pursuit tech on the police cars is a very fun time. Sweet/savory/spicy: I'm gonna lean savory for sure. Current obsession: A roleplay I'm hosting on Danganronpa Online at the moment. Maybe I ought to post somebody's recording of it when it's done. No spoilers just yet.

Tags! ...there's like five people that read my blog regularly. If you're seeing this, please go for it!

#text

[mllekurtz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Characters: Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Tenderness, Future Fic Series: Part 2 of the cost of living, Part 1 of Shadowgast Week 2021 Summary:

Darkness. Quiet. A little rest.

***

A short sequel to a better man than me for day 1 of Shadowgast Week 2021.

#this gets a little spicy so i'm not tagging the event blog but you know where to find it #NSFTShadowgastWeek2021 #critical role #cr fic #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #my fics

[lacheri]

|| moon river. || part x. bonus chapter ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part x. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

bonus chapter content: all the usual mr content tags sry I'm lazy, suggestive themes, alcohol/drinking, fluff as this is painfully sweet, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which you try to figure out what to buy Levi for his birthday.

wc: 3.7k

a/n: SURPRISE! (: I had to write a lil holiday thing for my boy, and lowkey I couldn't fit christmas/his birthday into the main plotline of mr SO HERE WE ARE! I hope you guys enjoy! thank you to my beautiful friends as always for beta-ing, Mochi and @astridthevalkyrie <3 happy holidays everyone!

“What?”

“What do you mean “what”? I just told you pretty clearly.”

“But,” you gape, hands sliding over your face in frustration. “I had no idea! No one told me!”

“We just told you,” Hange gestures between themselves and Petra, who smiles sheepishly. “Levi’s birthday is Christmas Day.”

“But it’s Christmas Eve,” you say exasperatedly. “How am I supposed to find him a gift now? It’s nearly midnight.”

You’re glad the ravenette in question is busy mulling over bills in the bar office. You would die on the spot if he heard you talking about his birthday, and his no gift, at this very moment.

It came up casually in conversation. Hange decided to generously inform you that the bar would be closed tomorrow, but would be “open to us to celebrate shithead’s birthday”. When you had asked who shithead was, Petra had chimed in with a meek “Levi, obviously”, and left you utterly embarrassed and rattled with guilt. You didn’t know, didn’t even think to ask when your neighbor’s birthday was.

“You sound like Petra when she found out,” Hange chuckles. “What was it you said? It was so funny.”

“That I couldn’t believe he even had one,” Petra snorts. “He’s like a robot. Have you ever seen Levi eat? I haven’t. Robot.”

You nod your head, “Actually, you have a good point.”

“Thank you!” Petra shouts, throwing Hange a pointed glare. “I’m glad someone understood my conspiracy theory!”

“No, that’s crazy,” you wave your hand. “The food thing, does Levi have any favorite foods? I could probably get a gift card to some place he likes.”

“Hm,” Hange leans their forearms across the bar counter, hands cradling their chin. “Not that I can think of. He’s very picky.”

“Chicken tenders and fries kind of guy?” you arch an eyebrow.

“No, worse than that.”

“Thinks ketchup is spicy?”

“Worse.”

You groan, throwing your head back in frustration, “I’m the worst friend in the world! I have no idea what to get him.”

Petra frowns, “We usually don’t get him anything big. One year, Hange got him a new fancy camera, and he got so mad at them over it, he went to the store the next day and returned it. Gave Hange the money back and everything.”

“Told me, and I quote, “If you ever spend that much on me ever again, I’ll burn your bar to the ground so you can’t afford to buy another gift in your life”. So now I just make him his favorite drink and call it a day.”

“Holy shit, Hange,” your eyes widen. “He’s that bad with gifts?”

They nod, face stoic, “Yes, that bad.”

You purse your lips together in deep concentration, “So I’ll just give him something he can’t return!”

“The food thing was a good idea,” Petra offers, placing a palm between your shoulder blades. “You cook, right? You could make something for our little party we throw.”

“Yeah, I could,” you sigh. “But I feel like it’s not enough. It’s his birthday, and Christmas.”

“Well technically, it’s not really his birthday party. Hange convinced him that the party is for employee morale, and for legal reasons.”

“How?” you send Hange a bewildered look.

They shrug, “I forged some papers to make it look like the law requires at least one employee event at any establishment. This shit runs deep.”

You shake your head, “Oh my god, this is insane.”

The two nod, Petra murmuring, “Yes. Yes it is.”

“What does he even like?” you ask, sighing deeply. “Does he ever buy himself anything?”

“Nope, not that I’ve seen,” Hange lays their cheek flat on the counter, their words squishing between their lips. “Levi saves every penny he makes.”

“So, I’m fucked.”

“Yeah,” they nod. “We’re all fucked. We gave up on gift giving a long time ago. Hence the party.”

You scrunch your eyebrows together in determination. No, you’re not willing to admit defeat quite yet. You’re going to find something, no matter the result.

And if Levi throws a fit over it, oh well. That’ll just be too bad.

“Out of pure curiosity, what are your likes and dislikes? Please be as specific as possible.”

“What the fuck are you up to?”

“No, I’m curious. I just want to know.”

“Why?”

“Why can’t I know?”

Levi narrows his eyes, “Why?”

“Because I want to ruin your life,” you say sarcastically. “I’m trying to figure out something.”

“Figure out what?”

“Can you just answer my question?” you bite, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because I don’t want you to know, obviously.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I answered your question, didn’t I? You didn’t specify which one.”

“Asshole.”

Levi breathes out through his nose in laughter, “I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not an idiot.”

“Then what am I trying to do?” you challenge, stopping dead in your tracks. The bar looms behind you, a pressing reminder of what little time you have to come up with a gift for the man by your side.

“I don’t do gifts,” he rolls his eyes, slowing his pace. “I don’t care that it’s a holiday. It’s a waste of money.”

“But everyone deserves a gift,” you pout. “Especially something they like.”

“Then make me a drink tomorrow. Actually, no, let Hange. You can say it’s from you.”

“You don’t trust my bartending skills? I’ve gotten a lot better, you know.”

“Three months of making drinks doesn’t make you an expert.”

“But I’m better than when I started,” you try, pout becoming fiercer by the second. “C’mon, you can at least give me that.”

Levi arches an eyebrow, “It’s cold. Are you done being a brat?”

“No, no I’m not,” you cement your feet in place, unwavering and unmoving. “Not until you tell me what you want for a gift.”

“Enjoy the cold,” he shrugs, and resumes his walk home.

You think he’ll turn around, so you stay. His head doesn’t turn once, but you hold strong. He won’t leave you behind, he can’t. Despite Petra’s theory, Levi isn’t a cold hearted robot. He wouldn’t leave you out in the cold, especially on the eve of a holiday. Right?

Wrong. He would and he is. Levi’s form becomes smaller and smaller as his legs carry him further away. He follows the bend of the sidewalk, and all too soon he is out of your sight.

“Asshole,” you grumble, the last shred of resiliency slipping from your hold.

Your feet move, following his footsteps. Your anger swells, how dare he leave you all alone on the freezing street. It’s almost a holiday, for fucks sake. He could spare a sliver of patience, you’d even accept it as a gift. In fact, him letting you know exactly what he likes would be a great gift in itself. The gift of knowledge, how perfect. In turn you’d repay him with the gift of a material item he would actually enjoy.

Levi likes the color green, he likes photography, likes making fun drinks. He gets really excited when someone orders a more obscure, tedious drink at the bar. His eyes light up and his hands work so carefully to craft the requested cocktail, taking his time to perfect whatever it is he’s making. It’s sort of cute to see Levi get excited over something as simple as that, though he tries his best to mask his enthusiasm.

Levi likes your artwork too, you think. Any time he’s been inside your apartment he makes a point to stop by your hanging painting of Jeremy. He glances over it a few times, usually making some remark about it. Something or other about, “It’s holding up pretty well.”, “Do you use varnish?”, “How long did this take you to paint?”, “Do you have other paintings?”.

It’s actually quite sweet. Not that Levi visits your dwelling often aside from your routine walks to and from work, and well, that one time. Well, multiple times, actually. But neither of you have spoken much about it, or addressed whatever all those times really meant.

Okay, so maybe Levi does pay you a visit more often than you think he does. They usually don’t consist of much talking though, not the “get to know you” kind anyways. Well, that’s a lie, you’ve definitely gotten to know each other quite well.

That’s besides the point. Your experience with his body gives you nothing to work with gift wise. Unless a blow job could be considered a decent enough gift. Actually—

You follow that familiar bend, concrete curving to the left, and nearly slam into a body. Levi stands with his arms crossed, silently gloating at your defeat and his victory. You hope your glare is as mean as you intend it to be.

He had waited for you. It makes you happy and angry all at the same time. He’s still an asshole though.

You roll your eyes and stomp past him, huffing out a weak insult. Levi only laughs, and follows closely behind you.

Thankfully, the time he had left you alone had given you a wonderful idea. You just hoped you had enough time to execute his gift.

The cold fades from your bones and hangs off the material of your clothing as you enter your apartment lobby. You shiver at the change in temperature, but it’s not enough to stop you in your tracks. You run up the stairwell, knowing exactly where to place your feet to avoid the cracks and dips in the old wood. It’s a quiet accomplishment, your familiarity. It reminds you that this is now your home.

Levi is left in the dust this time, and it’s only until you’re about to slam your front door shut do you remember your companion. His palm holds the pine still, and you turn your head. His eyes flicker, a questioning invitation.

“You want to come in?” you ask rhetorically, noting his left foot is sliding further and further into your threshold.

“Obviously,” Levi answers anyway, eyeing at your lips. “It’s a holiday, I can think of a gift you can give me.”

“Too late, I already came up with an idea,” you laugh, blocking him from taking any more steps inside.

He frowns, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. You left me to my own devices. You reap what you sow, pretty boy.”

His silver irises roll, “Now I’m definitely coming in.”

“Nope.”

You hate to resort to this, as it’s a cheap trick, but it’ll work. You think. You hope.

Turning completely, you place your hands to Levi’s shoulders, and jolt your body to shove into his. Your lips meet his, and though he’s unprepared for how quickly you capture his pout, he responds pretty quickly. His hands fall from your door, his feet falter, and he takes a step back to brace for your impact. All according to your plan, you smile into the kiss.

When he’s far enough into the hallway, you remove your hands, push back with lightning speed, and slam your front door shut. You lock it before Levi can wrestle his way back in.

“You’re devious,” he swears behind the pine. “I swear, if you even think of doing anything big or extravagant, I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Then how will you get your birthday gift?” you call back. “You know, that gift you were hinting at earlier?”

“Who told you?” you can feel the anger in his voice reverberate off the wood.

You snicker, “Who do you think?”

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Goodnight, birthday boy!” you smile ear to ear, turning your back and walking away.

Levi calls your name, knocking on your door rapidly, “You better not give me anything, I swear!”

You choose to ignore his threats as you go about setting up your painting supplies. Your kitchen floor isn’t exactly the best art studio, but risking the chance of Levi seeing your creation out on your balcony isn’t worth taking. So, your kitchen tiles will do. You can always clean up your mess later with a washcloth and some soapy water. Worst case, you have bleach on standby.

You think Levi gives up after fifteen minutes. The knocking slows, his shouts becoming weak, until finally you hear nothing but silence. You chuckle to yourself, already covered in drying paint, and dutifully continue your work.

You can see it in your memories, but you thank the universe for the creation of the internet. It provides great references for your subject matter, even though it takes you a decent five minutes to find the exact image you’re looking for.

You drink multiple cups of coffee throughout the night, groaning in frustration and sighing in accomplishment at your piece. It’s a rollercoaster of emotion, to say the least, but you think Levi will like it.

The sky is a lighter shade of midnight when you finally complete your painting, washing the dried paint off your hands and arms and settling into bed. You go to set alarms on your phone, and laugh quietly to yourself when you see three missed text messages from the very ravenette you’ve been crafting for.

“I really won’t talk to you for a week. I hope you know that.”

“Please don’t waste your time getting me anything. I don’t need anything. It’s just another day of the year.”

“My bed is cold. Fuck you.”

“Merry birthday Levi!”

You spring up from behind the bar, Hange and Petra on either side of you. You shout in unison, smiling ear to ear.

Levi stands in the doorway, face fallen and eyes hard set. You think his expression is hilarious, exactly on par to how Levi must feel about this.

All morning, you tried your absolute hardest to avoid the ravenette. Offering your beloved begonia his routine cup of water, Levi had seen you out on your balcony. Slamming his doors open, mouth already opening to yell across the railing at you, you flew the cup to his side of the mezzanine. Your distraction worked, the plastic clattering noisily across the metal, and hauled your ass back inside. Nearly a close call, you huffed and came to accept the fact you’d have to isolate yourself within your dwelling for the rest of the day.

Or until the coast was clear. Luckily, Hange was one step ahead of you.

“The Raven is at the cafe. I REPEAT. THE RAVEN IS AT THE CAFE. MISSION GET YOU TO THE BAR WITHOUT RUNNING INTO THE RAVEN IS IN THE GREEN. GET YOUR ASS MOVING SOLDIER.”

“Hange… are you stalking Levi?”

“Mind your business soldier. MOVE MOVE MOVE!”

Not the nicest text messages in the world, but they made you laugh regardless. You just hoped Levi would miss your retreating form in the midst of your mission, gift in tow.

Thankfully, the plan went without a problem, and you made your way undetected into the bar. Setting up the decorations with Petra didn’t take long, a mix of birthday banners and Christmas colors. Hange’s bar looked very festive within an hour’s time.

It was all worth the effort, even if Levi looks like he’d be happier doing literally anything else. He deserves to have a day be focused on him.

“Wow, you shouldn’t have,” he mutters monotonically.

“Cheer up, friend!” Hange grins, circling the bar to pull the ravenette in for an enthusiastic hug. Levi wriggles against their hold, displeasure ridden across his face, “You get one hug from everyone. That’s my gift to you this year.”

“You’re a menace,” he hisses, though his right hand comes around their waist to pat at their back.

“Happy birthday, Lev’.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

When Hange pulls away, you can’t mistake the gleam in Levi’s eyes. It’s calm, full of comfort. He can act like he hates this, but you think Levi’s just a big softie. It’s cute how he hides his smile behind a frown.

Petra follows Hange’s path, hands behind her back, smirking, “You won’t believe what I got you.”

“Petra,” he grits his teeth. “What?”

With a shit eating grin, Petra whips her hands forward, and you stifle your laughter. Levi stares at the gift dumbfounded, blinking rapidly to understand.

“You got me a bottle of water?”

The strawberry blonde nods vigorously, “Yes!”

“Why?”

“I owed you one. For that time I blacked out and Hange had to take me home.”

“Very thoughtful,” Levi mutters, taking the plastic in his hands. He ponders at it for a moment, before a small smile graces his lips, “Thanks.”

Petra leans in, hugging his side for a brief moment, “I put my heart and soul into that.”

“I’m sure you did,” he half heartedly hugs her back. They release each other quickly, and then you realize with a pounding heart that it’s your turn.

Why Hange insisted on giving gifts the second he came through the door, you’ll never know. They gave some vague explanation about “He’ll just kill us on the spot if he has to wait anymore than what he has to”. You had simply shrugged, and agreed to their plan.

You gulp, and spare a glance to the wrapped gift resting at your shins. You pick it up, and tread lightly over. You hope he likes your painting.

His glare could cut through your skin. Levi looks pissed. To be fair, the canvas is pretty large. On the floor it reaches just below your knees, a good half of a foot long on either side. It was the biggest surface you had in your collection. Still, it’s sentimental, so you think he’ll look past the size.

“Levi,” you state his name, standing directly in front of him.

He narrows his eyes further, opting not to speak. Oh, so he’s going to be serious with that no talking thing? Fine with you.

You hold out the present with a shy smile, “Happy birthday.”

Levi takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly out of his mouth. After a moment, he reaches for the gift, and the weight leaves your hands. He’s meticulous at unwrapping, making sure to not rip any section of the paper. You wonder what he’s like when he has multiple wrapped gifts in front of him. It probably takes Levi an hour to open every gift.

You think he figures it out pretty quickly — the underside of the canvas meets his gaze first, and his jaw slacks. Whipping it around, he’s less careful with the paper, and tugs off the wrapping with abandon.

Levi stares at your painting, eyebrows furrowed. Without removing his eyes, he speaks, “Is this-“

“Yeah,” you bite your lip.

“But,” his eyes continue to search the subject, running a finger over the dried paint. “How? You did this all last night?”

You nod nervously, “Yeah.”

“It’s the river,” he states. “The one in the city.”

“Mhm,” you smile. “I didn’t have time to buy a frame, but I figured you’d kill me if I did. I took your threat very seriously.”

Levi flips the canvas back around, mumbling out the message written on the back, “A cool place.”

You take the time to drink in your finished painting. It’s hazy, definitely more messy than what you would’ve preferred, but you like it all the same. From the descending steps of the park, to the moonlit water cascading eternally to the right — you remember with fondness the night you and Levi had shared. The first time you truly felt like you knew him, the unapologetic, raw version of himself. It’s cheesy, you know, but it’s as much of an important place to you now as it always was to him.

“So you have somewhere to think when you can’t go to the real thing,” you offer as the silence invades your conversation. “You’re not going to give me the silent treatment still, are you?”

“I may, depending on how shitty your hug is.”

A clear invitation given, you close the distance between the two of you. Levi settles the canvas down cautiously, and you wrap your arms around his back while his hands rest on your waist. Your head lulls to his shoulder, and you smile softly.

“I hope you like it,” you whisper.

“I do,” he rasps. “Thank you.”

As subtle as you possibly can, you place a quick peck to his shoulder, and pull away from the comfort of his arms. His grip starts to tighten, but ultimately loosens once Hange speaks.

“Get a fucking room you two.”

“Disgusting,” Petra agrees with the brunette, feigning a sour face. Though, she sends a wink your way.

Levi only rolls his eyes, “Fuck off. Are we done with the gifts now?”

Your nails scratch his back in comfort, “You know, I’m very curious about this traditional drink Hange makes you every year. I have to try it.”

“It’s great!” Hange says.

“It’s awful,” Petra groans.

The pair share a look between them, erupting into giggles after a moment. Hange shakes their head, “Whatever, you’ll drink it because I said so.”

Petra sends you a discreet look, mouthing a near silent, “It sucks.”

“I like it,” Levi pouts.

“I’ll pretend to like it if I hate it,” you console him, hand still making tiny circles into his shirt.

Levi leans into your touch, and after checking to see if anyone’s watching, he leans in and places his lips to your forehead, “How kind of you.”

“I try,” you respond, heart fluttering in your chest. “By the way, you have one more gift.”

“Is it the one I asked for last night?”

“It may be,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Maybe I do like gifts afterall,” he muses, sparing you one last kiss before he joins the pair at the bar counter.

The night blurs after that. Between conspicuous touches shared between you and the ravenette, to swallowing down special cocktails you end up actually liking, time begins to fog. Hange’s bar booms with boisterous laughter, and your heart warms at a particular thought that passes through your brain.

There isn’t anywhere else in the world you would rather be than right here, right now, with the people most precious to you. You adore every single one of them. You finally feel completely at home.

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

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[southern-belle-outcasts]

Rules- updated 12/27/2023

These have had more than one big update. Please read. Keep in mind these are written to be as thorough and blunt as possible to avoid miscommunication. They are not written to come off bitchy, and I am far more lax when I get to know someone. I just want us both to be comfortable writing together!

following- i don’t always follow back. i try to keep my dash to things that spark joy. i reserve the right to not follow back or unfollow at all times, without need for explanation. if we are established partners, i’ll always try to be courteous and message you to explain why we aren’t going to work out.

i don’t follow back until i’ve received my rules passcode. you will not help your case by: constantly liking my posts even though we aren’t mutuals yet, sending ic asks before said passcode, tagging me in ic posts, etc. i’m not pressed for interaction, i have plenty. i’m well established and if i know you can’t read rules there’s really no need for me to be following you or writing together.

blog is 21+, 25+ to ship due to multiple facets of adult content (if you’re between 21 and 24 and we have a good relationship, i make exceptions case to case). if i find out you’re under 18, you will be immediately blocked. no exceptions.

blog hoppers and one liners- if i see chronic muse addition or blog creation without an actual interest in muse development and thread continuation- i will not follow/unfollow. i have written my longest standing muses for nearly 13 years now, I didn't drop them. i'm here for extended muse development and real storylines that can and have lasted for years. i’m not here for instaship (mun chemistry can change this, sometimes the homies just come at you with a ship and you make it work...but you already know that person), not asks only interaction, definitely not one-liners. not everyone is in it for the long haul, that's fine. but constantly starting story-lines you came to me to plot out, only to have them dropped for the next muse or the next blog a week later just makes me resentful and disklike rp. if you cannot commit to a muse and a storyline I’m sorry but we won’t mesh and that’s okay.

triggers- i do not tag all the possible triggers that exist. my content is pretty trigger happy- drug use, violence, gore, language, sex, mental illness, death, pregnancy and miscarriage, etc. if you truly have a trigger, hit me up and i can tag it for you, most especially for visuals. but when it comes to my novella replies with a partner that’s already cool with the content, i’m not tagging every little possible thing. things I always try to tag unless adhd brain attacks: pregnancy, miscarriage, babies (#baby tag), vomit mention, self harm, suidice, suicidal ideation, addiction, current events, politics, reptile and spider visuals. Tagging format is consistent with what is best picked up by various blacklists: __ tw, __ cw and all spicy content will be tagged #nsfw ish.

if on the rare occasion i see something pressing for politics or current events i feel needs sharing, i will tag with politics, current events, not rp. i try to keep the current event stuff to my personal blog and I don’t follow a whole lot of that stuff to have some escapism on at least one socmed. i will also tag all of my work blogging stuff so that you can avoid that as i do kind of keep a tab on what i’m doing so people can know whether to expect replies that day.

drama begone- if i see you with dnis or callout posts, i’m not following. i don’t have time for drama, and i don’t have any interest in people that are going to dictate who can follow what other people. blacklist exists for a reason. if i have a problem with people it will be handled privately in their dms, not making a callout post and not making my moots take sides.

if you are incapable of communicating when there is a problem, please don’t follow me. we are all adults here, act like it?

this is a purity police free zone and is going to stay that way. blacklist, don’t follow, etc but don’t dictate to people what they can and cannot write in FICTION. mun ≠ muse or that they endorse what they write. evaluate someone from their ooc posts. you don’t get to tell other people how they work through their trauma, and they do not owe you that breakdown for your approval. something squicking you out just means you need to customize YOUR space and stay out of theirs. i respect the hell out of people tagging the shit out of their dark content. purity police? no. not so much.

muse variants don’t bother me. they’re not the same muse, you have your own interpretations of them. don’t be afraid to follow me just because we write the same canon muse, i promise our interpretations are different. only way i’ll have a problem is if you’re copying my headcanons a little too verbatim for this to just be a case of common fanon or coincidence.

i don’t follow blogs that use E.lizabeth O.lsen or C.aity L.otz as FCs. fully your right to do so, i’m not going to give you shit for it, but they make me personally uncomfortable with their out of character conduct, so i distance myself (this is why i recast Sara’s fc, don’t like, don’t follow).

replies & reblogs- i am slower than a snail going uphill through molasses in january some days. other days i reply at lightspeed. some days I’m responding to everyone, other days I can respond to just the one or two people my muses want to play with. NONE OF THIS REFLECTS ON YOU. i have chronic pain and fatigue, on top of ADHD. Some days I struggle to even maintain waking. the best way to ensure i have a better turn around is give me feedback about our threads and actually plot. if you never message and never send asks, i’m going to assume you find our threads an annoyance even if that’s not actually the case.

mutuals are absolutely welcome to reblog memes, aesthetics, musings from me whether or not the source is available idgaf, but if we are not mutuals, i am not here to only be your meme/aesthetic source. using me as such when we never interact will result in a block. if you became a mutual just to pull from my aesthetics queue...don’t. it’s very obvious when there’s crickets from you for months except for when you reblog a pile of aesthetics.

do not reblog an rp thread unless you are directly involved. if you enjoy reading it, liking is perfectly fine, but only involved partners may reblog.

headcanon posts are only for mutuals mentioned in them to be reblogging.

ooc communication- i NEVER mind being asked if i didn’t get a message or notification, especially on dumblr. seriously, i really don’t want to miss your stuff, i appreciate being linked if you think i didn’t see it. i do, however, very much mind receiving “small talk” messages every few hours while i am working because you saw me on the dash reblogging a thing or two and decided that meant i need to respond to you immediately. i can see through that game and it isn’t cool. don’t do it.

i love having conversation when i have the energy. please, please, please come gush at me about our muses and threads and show me you’re also enjoying this. what i cannot stand is someone trying to use convo to be passive aggressive or just shallow. my spoons are limited, don’t make me bring out the knives. if you are looking for a reply, please just say so.

if you are opposed to occasionally checking my threadtracker so that i can know we're on the same page with threads, please don't follow. i am not sure why it's seen as such a negative to keep track of them, but if that's what it is for you, this isn't going to work already. i put a lot of effort into trying to keep track of multiple people and more than three times the threads than muns. please help me do that, they're your threads too.

shipping- no NSFW will be written with muns below the age of 21, preferably 25+, otherwise case by case basis for younger than 25 due to previous bad experiences with grown children.

i will not take smut to discord just because you don’t want to write it in the open. if you are uncomfortable writing a ship’s natural progression, this is not the blog for you, shame free smut zone. i don’t use readmores, as it’s excessively redundant if you already tag. I do not use the maturity filter though because it can get your blog shadowbanned or make it so that you cannot cut the thread. 

i do NOT smut unless we thread regularly AND regularly interact OOC. NSFW threads are a means to getting to know my muse, and our muses’ relationship better. Hook-up situations during meeting are case by case and should be messaged beforehand if we don’t talk ooc yet.

ships are unique to themselves, don’t expect identical interactions ever, and i do multiship. every ship is its own verse, there is no cheating going on. I generally limit any canon/canon ships of the same ship to 2. i’m not collecting the same muse like pokemon.

unless you’ve cleared it with me, please do not make our rp thread interactions into your muse’s general canon outside of our ship verse. i did not sign up for that and it makes me really uncomfortable to think anything i write is being inserted into your muse’s canon and subject to critique in that manner. on that same note, i will not write with canon-inserts (oc child, parent, sibling, best friend, etc) unless i have a means to not have it affect my own muse’s canon if i’m not comfy with your canon.

my triggers - i do not have many triggers but i have a hardstop at m!preg, magical/spedup/ovi/otherwise not realistic pregnancy, A/B/O, breeder, DD/l, eating disorder/weight talk. i will not roleplay them, and if i see them on my dash without being tagged i will immediately unfollow. y'all are welcome to do as you want, but i’m not making myself uncomfy in my antistress zone.

i will not use pregnancy/children as plot points but for a select few muse relationships where it is part of the natural flow of the ship and has been plotted as such, or our ooc relationship is good enough for you to know my stance on sending a pregnancy meme. i am not a source for fetish content fishing (not kink-shaming just telling it like it is).

i don’t enjoy cheating storylines or love triangles and won’t write them. yes cheating exists, but it severely bothers me. i have no interest. as a polyam person, love triangles are just not my thing, and i don’t get them. i’ll happily write a polycule situation (between two muns, more tends to get messy), but love triangles won’t be found here.

if we have barely interacted, please refrain from nicknames that imply we’re close. i don’t mind you asking if something is okay to use, but if I haven’t even known you a week and i’m being called “baby”, “honey”, “brosif”, etc…yeah no, highly uncomfortable. please don’t.

do not tag me in stolen art, or send it to me in my dms. stolen art is any art you or the reposter did not get express permission from the artist to be reposting, credit or not!!! just because you physically are capable of saving that image doesn't mean you have the right to. that means if the post is not by the artist, and they don't have "reposted with permission from xyz" in the caption I DO NOT WANT TO SEE IT. reverse search that shit and do it the right way, and if they don't have a tumblr...link to the original site it was posted on, but don't save the image. and for the love of all things unholy, definitely do not send me a.i. atrocities as something to appreciate. i have suffered enough as an artist.

thank you for reading  

if you have gotten this far, bless your soul. have a chocolate chip cookie. please send “room full of rocking chairs” to my dms or askbox so I know I’m not chucking my words into the ether, and don’t forget to fill out my interest tracker so i can more easily throw muses at you and get the party started.

#;rules #;rules update #;required reading

[hopelessheadache]

－𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

⤷ Hey there! First off, thank you all so much for 300! I honestly couldn't believe it at first, but it's real! I'm super thankful for all the kind words and support that you've given me since I started this lil' old blog <3

⤷ Now, for the event!

⤷ It's rather simple! From the prompts listed below, you can choose a character and a genre! (spicy or sweet)

⤷ also please specify the readers gender please! this is open to everyone! not just fem readers !!

⤷ Ex: Kirishima + 23 + sweet + gn reader

⤷ there's gonna be 30 prompts for both genres so you have plenty to choose from ;]

⤷ once you submit your prompt (in the asks) I'll then right a short lil imagine/drabble for you!

⤷ the even will be tagged with #hh300event

⤷ prompt lists below ⤷

－ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓

⤷ 1. "I wanna kiss you so bad right now."

⤷ 2. "I'd do anything for you"

⤷ 3. "Can I come over?"

⤷ 4. "How could I forget?"

⤷ 5. "I may have burnt our dinner..."

⤷ 6. "I missed you."

⤷ 7. "But I'm cold! And you're just so warm.."

⤷ 8. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

⤷ 9. "There's a difference.. I'm your idiot."

⤷ 10. "Five more minutes, please.."

⤷ 11. "It was never them! It was always you.."

⤷ 12. "It's fine! It's only a little rain.."

⤷ 13. "I lov- "Gppe seeing you smile."

⤷ 14. "You're so cute when you're sleepy."

⤷ 15. "You're stressed.. let me help."

⤷ 16. "Ice cream first.. work later."

⤷ 17. "But I'm bored."

⤷ 18. "You're distracting me.." - "Good, so pay attention to me instead."

⤷ 19. "I've never felt this way about someone before.."

⤷ 20. "I have to lean down just to kiss you."

⤷ 21. "I may or may not have made your favorite cookies.."

⤷ 22. "Actually, all our friends have been betting on we we'd get together."

⤷ 23. "It's just you and I.. it was just a dream you're okay.."

⤷ 24. "A black eye means nothing.. especially now that you're safe.."

⤷ 25. "Nope, you're sick. You're gonna stay in bed and I'll take care of you."

⤷ 26. "I haven't been gone that long! I just made you breakfast.."

⤷ 27. "Take my affection or I'll beat you with it."

⤷ 28. "You can't sleep? I'll be over in 10."

⤷ 29. "Why'd you wake up so early..?" - "Babe, it's already noon."

⤷ 30. "I'm so lucky to have someone as perfect as you."

－ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐘

⤷ 1. "Don't stop."

⤷ 2. "Were you just masturbating?"

⤷ 3. "Are you turning me on purposely or are you just that oblivious?"

⤷ 4. "You look so good... all tied up like this."

⤷ 5. "Baby, please.."

⤷ 6. "We're in public.."

⤷ 7. "But I'm supposed to be making you feel good.."

⤷ 8. "You gotta keep quiet, well, unless you want them to hear you.."

⤷ 9. "I want you so bad.."

⤷ 10. Like what you see?

⤷ 11. "Sorry, they can't talk right now, they're busy choking on my cock.."

⤷ 12. "I know you can be louder than that."

⤷ 13. "Don't worry about me.. it's all about you tonight."

⤷ 14. "I could make you feel better than that silly toy.."

⤷ 15. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

⤷ 16. "You're staring.."

⤷ 17. "Here, let me warm you up.."

⤷ 18. "I missed this.."

⤷ 19. "I hate you." - "Really? Because this.. down here says otherwise.."

⤷ 20. "I love it when you do that.."

⤷ 21. "I'll show you what a real fucking is."

⤷ 22. "I wouldn't spend so much time on your hair if i were you.. because soon enough I'll mess it up by tugging it.."

⤷ 23. "You've been eye fucking me all night."

⤷ 24. "You look so good like this.."

⤷ 25. "Fuck, I love the noises you make.."

⤷ 26. "Were you dreaming about me again?"

⤷ 27. "I'm gonna wreck you.."

⤷ 28. "You like it when I'm in control.. don't you?"

⤷ 29. "You might as well call off work now, because when I'm done with you? You won't be able to walk properly for the next week.."

⤷ 30. "If you insist on using that mouth of yours... why don't we put it to good use, hm?"

#hh300event #300 follower event #thank you all so so so much #mha eijirou #mha smut #midoriya izuku smut #bnha masterlist #midoriya smut #mha kirishima #my hero academia smut #mha imagines #masterlist #mha bakugou fluff #mha bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader smut