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pairing: levi ackerman x reader
wc: 400
warnings: none <33
18+ → minors / blank blogs dni
After the Titan war, after the dust has settled on the battlefield, a single thought finds itself ever present at the forefront of your brain. A single command that keeps your body moving, keeps your legs running no matter how hard they ache. Keeps your blood pumping and your heart racing. A single mission left, one you can’t fail.
You have to find him.
When Eren screamed, when you lost yourself and became a thoughtless Titan hellbent on following the new founders every command. You lost Levi. You lost your lifeblood. No matter how much you ache, no matter how terribly you just want to collapse— your body just can’t find it in itself to do so. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, pushing you, forcing you to find him. To continue on your desperate search of the barren wasteland. To search through the bodies of fallen comrades. To find your other half. To make sure he’s okay.
The moment you lay eyes on him, the moment you see him resting against that rock, a tear rolling down his cheek, a weight lifts off your shoulders. Your heart stops pounding. The food from your vision clears. Your legs carry your frame to him without thinking. You never have to think when it comes to him. At this point it feels like everything comes too easy. Loving him is easy.
Your hands find his temples, holding him. Letting you know that he is real. That you both still are. Your forehead presses against his own as your legs collapse. Finally safe. Finally with him. Tears swell in your eyes. It’s over, the story has reached its conclusion. You are free.
“You can rest now.”
Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. You know he heard it. His arm slumps, muscles relaxing as you finally hold him. As you keep him close. As the two of you make it out of a battle for the final time together. You both live together. All of your hopes and dreams can finally be realised. All of the hardships are worth it just for this, for now. For the present— for a future where you two can grow old, for a future where the two of you can find refuge in each others souls without worry.
A future where happiness is your only worry.
Someone please write a Billy x reader au where Billy takes Max and runs away from home because he’s tired of the abuse. He’s dating the reader and they move in with her/him.
ʚïɞ butterfly bandage - 03
note: this is part 3 of a series (part 1, part 2)
content: bang chan/reader, university au, themes of soulmates, reader is female and referred to with she/her pronouns, mentions of past unhealthy relationships, slight jealousy, brief mentions of alcohol, sickness, academic stress, angst, hurt/comfort, crying, chan has a bit of a breakdown, bathing scene, nsfw scenes
18+ content: sub chan, dom reader, praise, possessiveness, biting/marking, the slightest hint of exhibitionism, chan is very needy, stopping in the middle of a scene, oral (reader receiving), lots of begging, crying during and after sex, nursing, handjob, aftercare
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I have thoughts about alphabetti spaghetti.
Like, when the polymorph turns into Rimmer's mother and makes him think she slept with Lister to make him angry, Rimmer does a pretty good job of holding it together. He actually seems to be listening to Holly and does his best to act like it's not a big deal, that he's fine.
But then the polymorph mentions alphabetti spaghetti, and he completely loses it. It's almost immediate as well, as soon as she says it he breaks completely.
Why? Why is it a tin of spaghetti and not the fact his "proper, austere" mother has just shagged Lister? (Even though we find out later that Mrs Rimmer is definitely not that proper and austere, and Rimmer knows it.)
I think it has to do with the story he tells Lister in Better than Life. He was starved unless he knew the answers to the questions his father asked, and almost died of malnutrition. So I just have images of a ten year old Rimmer sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep and eating the only thing he could make himself to stop himself starving.
A tin of alphabetti spaghetti.
Maybe it becomes his comfort food. He knows his family don't give a damn about him. He knows his mother wouldn't think twice about jumping into bed with one of his friends.
It's not that which makes him angry, it's the fact she mentions his comfort food, the food that literally kept him alive, literally kept him going. The idea that she threw it in his face like it didn't matter.
This is how messed up our poor, lonely boy is. His mother didn't keep him alive.
A tin of spaghetti did.
