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[cirusthecitrus]

Question 6 from the entrapdak question game? :))

Thank you for the ask! There are two terrible takes that to this day make me believe that some antis watched spop skipping every scene that had Hordak in it

Well, the first one is more of a crazy conspiracy theory, but I still wanna mention it - "Entrapdak is a pedo ship cause Entrapta was meant to be a teenager" and "her age was actually retconned so the writers could ship Entrapta with Hordak". I do wish that Entrapta's age was confirmed in the show itself, cause this aspect of her character did genuiely confused a lot of fans, but thinking that she was actually written as a minor but then was aged up just cause the writers wanted to make entrapdak less problematic?? Insane

The other take is "entrapdak bad because Hordak was manipulating Entrapta to work for him and was abusive towards her". And it used to be such a prevalent opinion in the main fandom too! I honestly think those people just hated Hordak sooo much (mainly for being a threat to Catra) that they were making shit up to make him even more evil and irredeemable so everyone would stop liking him or wishing him a happy ending. Many also loved Entrapta, but hated Hordak so much that they imagined he'd be a terrible partner to her and were insisting that she "deserved better" and was actually unhappy with him (some fake ass Entrapta fans imo) Like, lets dissect this take again. At first, as fellow Hordak fans always say, Hordak couldn't even manipulate himself out of a plastic bag. Plus there wasnt a single scene where Hordak manipulates Entrapta to do smth for him. It was Catra who made Entrapta side with the Horde and convinced her to work for them. Hordak didnt mind, but he also had no say in this. And when they became lab partners it was Entrapta who forced herself into Hordak's lab and in his life, she was the one always insisting on getting information and knowledge out of him, who insisted on working with him, bro just could not make her leave!

Many used to say Hordak was only using Entrapta for her skills (and also didnt care about her as a person, like hello?? have they seen s4 and 5?) when Hordak never made her do anything she wasnt intersted in - he didnt made Entrapta help him build the portal, she was already curious about portals! he didnt make her take care of him or build him a new set of armor, it was her gift! and he was never forcing Entrapta to stay by his side or be loyal to him or the Horde - she simply enjoyed working on this project and spending time with him. And when Hordak was told that she betrayed him he just... accepted it and never thought about revenge or punishment or anything like that. And he wasnt angry cause he lost a tool that could upgrade his tech or fix his problems, he was devastated because he lost his only friend. But you know who only saw Entrapta as a tool-

Then the abuse part - by that antis usually meant those two moments when he yelled at her/ cut her off while being in pain (and also brushed off Entrapta's hair). Like, yeah, Hordak has anger issues and he does scream a lot, and my boy should work on that, but such behaviour never made Entrapta feel distressed or afraid of him. She was either unbothered by Hordak's attempts at being scary and intimidating, or she was sad FOR him (and slightly dissapointed) - she never took his outbirsts as Hordak being genuinely mad at her, she knew smth was wrong with him, but it had nothing to do with her. He yells when he tries to imitate Prime and make ppl leave him alone, or when he's in so much pain he can't handle it and once again wants to be left alone (all because he himself doesnt feel safe around ppl T-T). Should he still apologize for snapping at Entrapta? Yeah. But is such behaviour abusive? I can be, but in case of Hordak? I dont think so

[the2020haikyuuphase]

tsukkiyama headcanons

i feel like sometimes it's so obvious you don't even have to type it out but... yams was feining for that blond noodle since the first time he laid eyes on him fr

and tsukki knew damn well 😭

idk if this is actually canon but kei genuinely has zero other friends besides tadashi. tadashi has other friends but everyone knows they exist second place to that tall lanky blond freak tadashi keeps skipping after

SPEAKING OF WHICH i know for a fact that all the boys spammed him with "the d riding goes crazy" memes in the gc. like the boy couldn't live

in usual situations like this, many would think tsukkiyama is one-sided or unrequited– but tadashi is so obvious and kei and him are obviously very close, and yet kei is so nonchalant about the whole thing that it just confuses the shit out of everyone. like tadashi will say the gayest shit and tsukki would just be straight-faced???? light work no reaction???

not to mention how he responds to "are you two dating?" with just "who made it ur business?" or "shut up" without any denial??? erm what the hell

the only one who doesn't suspect tsukki likes tadashi is tadashi himself because of his low self esteem.

tadashi would have mini crash outs every time a girl would go up to him asking how she could rizz kei.

also idc if this is just a popularised fanon headcanon the idea of a baby yamaguchi also having a crush on tsukki’s mum and older brother SENDS me so its true in my heart

they probably get together by accident. tadashi has to accidentally confess and then act like its the end of the world so badly that kei has to go like "ugh fine we can date can you chill now 😒"

its my personal headcanon that tsukki doesn't have a lot of positive romantic relationships to model after, so he has some pessimistic framing surrounding it, and trust issues, causing himself to distance himself from others and just force himself to be an emotional stone most of the time. but genuinely tadashi is like the only one he can actually be happy with. he's the only one who understands, doesn't force him to grow too fast, never has crazy expectations for him, is constantly loyal and supportive– like there's literally no way else kei can frame him in his mind, especially because they've been friends for so many years that kei knows tadashi just as well. maybe at the start he was like "he only wants to befriend me for protection, or because he's grateful" but it's so stupid to think like that now. tadashi is so honest and blatant about how much he adores kei

and despite tadashi's low self esteem, once kei tells him he likes him back i don't think tadashi'd doubt his word on that. he values tsukki's opinions so much that it literally overrides his insecurities. like kei would never lie about something like that to protect his feelings, nor would he say something like that if he wasn't completely sure.

yk damn well tadashi was flexing his man and not a singular person gaf

CANON btw that while everyone thinks kei is the coolest person to ever exist, he thinks tadashi is the coolest person to ever exist (aka one of the only people he respects bc do you really think mr. aura-farmer is going to be bsfs with someone he thinks isn't as cool as him?? tsukki thinks he's cooler)

go on the chillest dates ever. you'll rarely catch them at a five-star restaurant or on one of the swan boats but best believe they're going for late night walks around the neighbourhood munching on a shared dollar store cake on the sidewalk. best believe they're bed rotting together as they breeze through games on tadashi's nintendo. best believe they're having ice cream at the pier and then going to accidentally nap together at a thai massage place. its literally average best friend activities

kei is so anti-pda the furthest they go is hand holding in public

all over each other in private though dont get it twisted.

tadashi has all the love languages he's such a catch fr. some gift giving there. some words of affirmation here. a twinge of physical touch (kei's is just quality time all the way)

see from an outside perspective they seem like a constant couple but not like,,, anything too crazy. not like ridiculously-tripping-over-your-laces in love. not like words-leaving-your-brain-when-you-see-them-walk-through-the-door in love. not like sobbing-in-the-rain-at-the-thought-of-them-leaving-you in love. and then yams and kei get married at 19 prtty much straight out of high school. and its just like,,,, wait a sec...... so you guys are that crazy about each other…

you really think tadashi could hold out on proposing as soon as he’s legal to???? (if so then youre right, he wanted to give kei time and not rush it but kei was the one to propose immediately 😭).

kei took the yamaguchi surname just fyi

genuinely one of the most domesticated couples in this entire anime they get married and nothing changes immensely. they probably went on a short honeymoon and then very easily settled into husband duties

karasuno first years reunion always hosted at their place

tadashi supportive husband since day 1 always going to kei’s matched to cheer him. koganegawa always harps about it and it pissed kei off to no end

kei listening to tadashi bitch about his customers every second day and sometimes he’ll come in to yams’ workplace if he has an off day at the museum and pretend to be a irritating customer that needs like a whole hour of his time just to give yams a needed break

this one tiktok of the very sensitive wife and the toughnut husband when he gets her the jewellery shes always wanted and she starts crying bc she loves it so much and he starts making dry jokes about it and trying to act cool and nonchalant. meanwhile hes wearing matching pyjamas with her.

both cook and clean and run baths for each other and massage aches out of each other and nurse each other back to health when one falls sick. theyre gonna be wrinkly and old and still act the exact same im cryib

[pruneunfair]

I dont know if you feel the same, but everytime here a romance sub-plot in the manhwa it always annoys me. I personality dont hate romance but the depiction of some manhwa makes me want to skip every chapters that has romance in it, Whether it's from the toxicity or ml that has no character at all.

Anyways that my thought, I would like to know what you think. And english is not my first language so sorry if there a mistake🥲

I'm very picky about my romance despite how much of it I actually read. A lot of romance in manhea usually ranges from, abusive, forced in the literacy sense, or in a few cases, very well thought out.

Manhwas I think do romance the best in my opinion are: Not your typical reincarnation story, my in-laws are obsessed with me, not sew wicked stepmom, and another typical fantasy romance.

[tylidae]

Can you drop some Fred lore??? I'm rlly curious

hi hi yeas sure!! info under da cut. i wrote a bit more than i expectedddd. i tried splitting it up as best i could.

**cw/tw for unreality dealing with death, alcohol**

ok it'll be a little all over the place and i'll give the bare bones because it's a lot. he's a dude that i like fitting into maaaany universes (like most my dudes) but i'll explain the two main ones.

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**CW/TW alcohol**

basic info bout fred: he's a 30 something year old fruity german guy who is, unfortunately, a werecat. fred's got a lot of mental disorder type issues (for example he every now and then has explosive self-destructive episodes.) both bc of past stuff and the whole... werecat thing... he uuuused to have a really bad drinking issue, but it's not as bad now.

**END OF ALCOHOL STUFF**

his personality type is mostly quiet and solitary. he can talk to people if he wants to/needs to, but prefers being alone. he loves being helpful when he can and is def a problem-solver. fred also cares deeply for others even if he generally seems distant!! very righteous guy too who will take matters into his own hands. big initiative taker.

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**BRIEF WERECAT STUFF**

the whole werecat thing isn't something he was like... 'infected' with. i have a couple sketch pages i intend to pretty up and post at some point explaining ailuranthropy. it's either an infection thing or genetic thing. FOR FRED it's like a recessive hereditary disorder that was forced out by like. human interference if that makes sense? ailuranthropy's not necessarily cyclical with full moon phases either. it *can* be by coincidence, but in fred's case it can happen at random sometimes (or on different phases.) say... 80% of the time he's on a schedule with it; the other 20% are the fun moments when he least expects it!!! yippeee!!!!!

and when he's shifted to werecat, fred's like a hungry rabid animal. and it's always a 50/50 waking up to something regrettable (cough cough dead people cough. or ending up on the news somehow as a "panther-like creature.")

ANYWAYS yea he has a lot of issues :-D!!!!!!

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OKAY. TIMELINES.

#1 ----- the major timeline i think of and have thought about a lot started sometime early highschool? maybe earlier?? in this universe (and the other) fred's kind of like... an anomaly. and there's tons of other people in his same circumstance (with or without the whole werecat problem.)

**CW: UNREALITY /W DEATH** to make a long story short, fred was born quite a bit ago! give or take a hundred or so years. he ended up dying (bc of someone else who's an evil asshole and who also shows up again later on) but some weird shit happens where he comes-to in a different time and place. it's kind of like that theory people have where if u perish in one universe, your consciousness or something will pick up in another (and u dont actually die die.)

HOWEVER he still has some good memory of pre-death stuff. as time goes on it's less and less on his mind (although it does come up in... usually valid outbursts.) he has to readjust to the timeline he's in too.

IT'S MORESO LIKE... death and time travel and not necessarily death + completely different universe (like alien environments or sumn. or soooo far forward into the future that humans dont exist no more.) it's kinda like donnie darko type stuff (not directly inspired, but that's something i can think off the top my head that has a similar time thing going on.)

** END OF UNREALITY STUFF**

in THIS universe thingy he starts off having to skip town to town because of stupid werecat incidents. eventually he ends up in a little town (US east coast baby!) that he hasn't had any issues in... yet.

i like to think he probably works as a university philosophy + history professor (adjunct probs) or something in that field. the past towns he was in will have been other jobs... probably not to that level of profession though. my thought process for him being able to land that job (or any really) was that lev (another oc of mine who i MUST make more art of) would help fred forge shit bc lev coming across him was like "OMG HEY I KNOW YOUUU!!!!" from waaay back pre-death time. and wanted to help him! but that also means he's back to gleefully annoy fred 😭

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#2 ---- the second timeline type thing was one i thought up with my bf a handful of years ago. still the same death and time switch type thing except he ends up like. way further in the future. he's all nasty and smelly like a dirty sad little stray and the luckiest thing happens to him. world's richest ginger named alfie finds the loser sitting all alone by himself and takes him in <3 and then they get married (yaaay!)

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tbh if i were to start a project of sorts with fred, which i have seriously thought about since early highschool, i'd prob go off of timeline #1. i have other ideas and dudes for that story too other than fred. i'm going to start animating (or trying to) a bunch of things having to deal with him. i have an amv/pmv cooking thats like. 7 minutes long. that i HOPE to be able to work on again soon :-p

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM AND THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!! i tried condensing it down as much i could ; _ ;!!

[foxboyclit]

alone, desire, midnight, secret for an OC of your choice :)b

hi ruka!! ty for the ask :3 these are all so good i couldn't pick just one oc for these questions

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

im gonna pick an oc i dont talk about much, and that's my tiefling pirate Liberty

so Liberty prides herself on being fiercely independent, and she likes to believe that she'd fare great if left completely on her own, to the point where she struggles with vulnerability.

obviously she's not immune to loneliness, so when she does feel that she tries to convince herself everything's just fine. when left completely alone long enough she'll start talking to herself and then realize oh there's nobody here to converse with. and then she gets really quiet as the Feeling hits her full force :)

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

picking Liberty again, she craves a sense of security because she never got that before. she was born a tiefling because her ancestors made a deal with something from the Hells to advance their political careers, it just skipped a generation with her parents so her childhood was not the most stable. and then she ran away to become a pirate which is even less stable.

she's not open with this desire, and for a long time she denied herself opportunities to fulfill it. it took her crew to whittle her down to accepting the fact that she has a family now

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Howl has night terrors that started in their early teens, and they've become less common as they grew up but that's not to say they're completely gone.

the night terrors used to be about ravens, lots of pissed ravens, and now they're about whatever catastrophic harm befalling them/their daughter (sudden sinkhole, eaten by monsters, yknow the usual)

when they wake up from these they'll fidget with their rosary as they try to calm down, and if they're not able to fall back asleep they get up to make tea

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Minisstra is one of the few elves that can change her sex, and that's actually how she transitioned. she has to keep this detail secret because Lolthites see this trait as heresy, and it would lead to being sacrificed and her House being raided. so, she has a ring with some transmutation magic that lets her present feminine when she has a male body, and that's how most people think she transitioned

bully my ocs with me >:)

[its-no-biggie]

hello biggie!! so your posts about orv have really piqued my interest and i’d like to read it!! only thing is i’m not quite sure where to start,, i hear there’s a webtoon as well as a novel?? if you have any suggestions i would very much appreciate them <33

AAAHHHH OMG!!!! so glad my orv propaganda is working >:3

i usually recommend reading the manhwa (read: korean manga i.e the webtoon) first and then the novel, especially if you arent familiar with korean media and like. genre conventions. it gets you hooked quickly and it sets you up well for the novel in my opinion. plus its still ongoing (and will be for like. 8 more years. no im not exaggerating) so it forces you to read the novel to see how it ends hehehe

but the novel is really the important one!! so you can completely skip the manhwa and start there if you want. in fact, im of the opinion that the manhwa is not a very good adaptation of the story, but that it kind of works as an introduction anyway? i have a post where i discuss it on my blog somewhere but either way. some would say dont read the webtoon at all but personally i like it i think it adds to the experience. so its up to you

ALSO!!! if you do start reading it you MUST block the tag 'orv spoilers' because theyre BIG BIG MAJOR SPOILERS. be very careful and try to avoid the fandom (even the wiki!!) as much as possible until youve finished it, bc theres a lot of really big reveals that happen toward the end and you dont want them spoiled. trust me

and for a little bit of extra context: there are actually 2 versions of the novel! it was originally published as a serial webnovel, and then later edited and published as an ebook. personally i would recommend the ebook bc a) the manhwa is adapting the ebook version, b) once you download the ebook you can have it forever, and c) i generally agree with a lot of the edits they made to the original. but i originally read the web version so i can promise you theyre both very good and very much the same story. theres just some mild discrepancies that you might run into in the fandom lmao

[everything-i-couldnt-tell-u]

this is another very very long one cause i want to get them all off my chest, just skip to the bottom if you want the summary lmao

every time i killed my old self (forced amnesia on myself and restarted everything) it wasn't exactly because i was paranoid and i wanted to bury everything as if they don't matter to me anymore

whenever i got paranoid all these years, i desperately needed comfort but i couldn't ask for it. i know that it's a lot to ask for, and i don't know if even deserve it, that's why you'd usually have me asking "what exactly am i to you?". i wanted to know if i was even in the place to be asking to get that from you. i was scared that you'd be pressured and burdened by it if i asked. cause if im just a friend to you, it's gonna be shameless to ask for something like that right?

the actual reason why i keep restarting myself is because i try getting rid of my needs? the paranoia wont leave me alone unless someone comforts me but there's nothing i can do if i can't have that right?

instead of letting myself stay longing for something out of reach cause it just hurts, i eliminate the part of the system that's craving it... and i'm always that part of the system. my entire existence summed up is just the part of the sys that's broken and needs a lot more than the normal person

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it's never my intention to make you feel like the things you did for me were never enough for me. i genuinely appreciate all those you've done but to be honest i need something different if it's gonna be about getting myself to feel comfortable around you again.

he doesn't wanna see me burning myself out not knowing how to ask for what i need, and he also doesn't like seeing you do so much for me only for it not to work. i didn't want arveil to say it but he told me that it's about time that one of us directly tells you what i truly need instead of wasting more time and effort?

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hell i was scared that it would offend you, that it would push you away. that the way you see me would change, that you'd think i might actually be a selfish bitch who's using your mistakes against you to demand for something even though it's not like that? that i've never even comforted you before so why should you ever give me that?

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what actually happens whenever i get these episodes is first i get paranoid over the thought of you. and once i'm paranoid, i would always start needing comfort.

but i always couldn't ask for it since my insecurity would consume me. my paranoia would remind me of every action and word you've said in the past that can tell me im not even someone you want or care about for you to ever give me the comfort i need.

the memories would keep repeating in my head for days until i forget what was it that i actually needed, that all i wanted was to ask for comfort from you. those memories will not stop haunting my unless i give up on trying to get what i need.

i'm not allowed to hold onto the good memories ive had with you either if im in the middle of these episodes. when i try remembering how happy i was with you before, how i actually enjoyed being with you, how genuine you actually were, my paranoia uses them against me. it tells me that maybe all those were just false hope, that they were just all lies to mess with me, that they could've never been true if you still managed to say and do things that have hurt me

but again!!! all those are just what my brain distorts and makes up to make me forget about the fact that i just simply needed comfort. yeah that's why i just always ended up making a mess in front of you, telling you that "i'm going insanely insecure, i dont know what to do"

all i end up doing is telling you how hated i feel around you. i dont think i've ever told you the truth that i just wanted comfort but i feel too insecure to ask for it

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and also, the only reason why i need comfort whenever i go through these episodes is because first of all, my memories are a mess. i can't try using my good memories to reassure myself either cause like i said, it just gets used against me.

to experience having you comfort me in the middle of those episodes and show me that you aren't someone who's gonna harm me is the only way i know to make it end. if i could see that you're someone i can truly be safe with while my demons and paranoia are actually active, if i could show them proof directly then maybe they would stop.

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you know even though i didn't get what i need right now, i'm quite content that arveil finally asked for it. it's what ive always wanted to ask from you all these years that i've been repeatedly splitting and going paranoid at you.

i remember the last time i tried asking for comfort it kinda came out wrong. i'm not trying to get comfort from you because i need you to be my safe person for me. it's not because i want to be the person that i'll never get hurt with. it's not because i want you to be my source of comfort. it's not because i want you to fulfill the role of a friend that can help me when im going insane. it's none of those things. i dont need you to be any of those. i don't need that comfort for myself so i could feel better.

when i ask for comfort, i just really need to experience it so i could use it as proof to make my paranoia stop. i want my paranoia to stop so that i can love you freely and properly. i wanna be able to express my love for you and do things with you without my demons having to stop me all the time. so yeah i am desperate to experience that comfort. i only really need that comfort when i'm going paranoid over you, i don't need you to give me that when i'm sad cause i can provide that for myself.

i got a headache typing all that but i hope you get my point that i'm not asking for comfort for any selfish reasons. i only need that comfort so that i'd be able to love you.

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even though you can't give it to me right now, i'd like to just be happy for now that atleast you didn't get angry at me like i thought you would. i don't know if you are, but i'm okay with this

despite me badly needing it, the demons in my head are scared of what will happen once i try asking for it that's why they do everything stop me, even if it means making me go paranoid. whenever i tried asking for something, the reactions i usually receive are people getting offended and leaving me.

yeah maybe all along i was scared you'd leave me if i ask for comfort, that arveil would lose someone again all because i was too much. that i'd have to feel guilty if i tried asking when i could've just sucked it up

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i also forgot the fact that ive been stuck here at home for so long. i havent seen the sunlight in weeks of course i'll go paranoid. last time ive hung out with my friends irl was four years ago at school.

ive never really been allowed to hang out with anyone out of school my whole life. maybe i could but im too scared to ask for my parent's permission? every time i asked them if i could try something, mom would make it feel like an interrogation and guilt trip me cause she's paranoid. i would cry over it but mom would say that she's just "keeping me safe".

i dont think she would still react like that, but i don't wanna try anymore. i don't wanna risk having her blow up at me again, i already accepted long ago that i can't do anything as long as i still live with my parents.

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the only way ive really escaped this was through severe dissociation. home isn't so different from prison. im not physically trapped, but mentally im paralyzed and locked up in here.

ive never really thought of escaping or even complaining about this, in fact it already feels normal to me. i think i should be grateful that i have parents who support me and protect me even if the way they do it is killing me sometimes.

and since im always here in this house, im still in the same place where i experienced having you expose me in that server, the same place where i read all those stuff you said to me. i guess that's why i've always seemed stuck with them noh?

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i can't really leave this place yet and the only way i could escape temporarily was to keep forcing amnesia on myself.

i still do need comfort and im still bothered with how uninterested and dry you seem to be towards me, but it's piling up with the moments in the past that keep haunting me. that's why im more paranoid than what should've only been my normal reaction. i need more than what should've been only the normal amount of effort you'd do to make it up to me.

until i leave this house i dont think anything will really change. restarting myself to forget everything temporarily is the only thing i can do, but as long as im here, every memory will still keep coming back to drive me paranoid.

you don't have to stay with me, you should just go forward and leave me behind. there's nothing i can do about this yet, maybe i'll just try catching up with everything if one day i'll ever find a way to be free from all this?

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arveil will still be there with you but maybe i wont get to experience being with you personally yet. i wont be able to love you through arveil cause i'd like to keep myself separate from arveil, i refuse to mix myself up with him.

i don't wanna drag him to get stuck with me here. i honestly forgot that im the one who volunteered to take in all of the pain instead of him so he can continue in my place as if nothing happened, because i wanted to keep him happy.

i forgot how much i loved arveil too just like how i did with you. i guess i got so lost in all the memories i had to take in and with how much it was ruining me. i went from loving arveil so much to resenting him to the point that i wanted him dead.

i got very insecure seeing how he can function like a normal person while i can't. i get so jealous when i see you get along and do things with other people and my other alters, cause i'm not normal and i can never do those things.

and just like with you, i couldn't feel arveil either during the times i needed him the most. it hurt so much whenever that happened, so i had to force amnesia on myself or else the pain wont stop. hoping that someone would be there that can give me what i need only makes me feel even more miserable which is why i have to bury everything.

i never win over my paranoia so isn't it better if i just give up on those good memories so the pain could at least stop? and whenever i force amnesia on myself like that, the last thing i'd remember was that i was dying and i couldn't have anyone to be there for me, which is why i resent everyone after restarting, why i kept resenting you and arveil.

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i'll probably forget about me saying all this once it's time for me to force amnesia on myself again. could i just ask you to remind me of this when i forget and come back paranoid to you? just tell me that im only being paranoid again cause im stuck at home.

tell arveil not to tire both of you if he tries making me fix things with you. i appreciate what he's trying to do but this won't work until i get out of this house which might take four to ten more years if i calculated it right

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being stuck here isn't so bad if i can watch arveil be happy talking with you from time to time. i don't know either why i'm still here and forcing it. maybe because arveil is too stubborn to give up on me which im not gonna complain about. maybe you're the first one that has ever loved me back as sevy and i don't want it all to go in vain. but all i know is that i just really love you and i wanna be able to do things with you

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TLDR :

• whenever i force amnesia on myself, it's not exactly because i got paranoid and decided to throw all my memories away as if they don't matter. it's just that whenever i go paranoid, i desperately need comfort. since the comfort i need is out of reach, i eliminate myself instead. if i stay and keep longing for the comfort i can't get, it will only hurt that's why i keep killing myself.

• whenever i got paranoid, it usually just starts with me getting anxious over things you did and said before. the actual problem is that i always needed comfort but was always too insecure to ask for it from you. im scared that asking for it would offend you or make you leave me. my paranoia makes it worse by making me remember the times you've made me feel like im not someone you even want for me to ever get what i need from you.

• when i ask for comfort, it's not for my selfish reasons. it's not because i want you to be the person who can be my safe home or anything similar. i only want comfort when i go paranoid over you because i wanna be able to love you. i need to experience that comfort so i can use it as proof to make my paranoia stop. it's not because i wanna feel better, i just really wanna learn how to get comfortable with you. so that i'd be able to do things with you without my paranoia stopping me.

• as long as im stuck at home which ive estimated will not change for atleast 4 to 8 more years, i'll always be stuck in this cycle. this is the same house where i experienced having you expose my messages in the server, the same place where i read all those things you said to me. they won't stop haunting me as long as im still in this place plus i rarely get to go outside. while im still here and while comfort is not yet available, it's hard for anything to change

but anyways one day i hope i could be happy together with you and arveil (hopefully irl and not online cause its hard to maintain things online). i understand that you can't give me what i need right now so i'll try my best not to force it. i should also find something better to do instead of acting like a chronically online loser like this. you shouldn't prioritize me when you already have your own problems right now. sorry that wanting to be able to love you was such a big deal to me and im sorry that it's just adding up to your problems

[hoonhrt]

EMBRASSE-MOI

: pairing — student! jay x tutor! reader

: genre — fluff, crack 

: song recc. — L’amour by Miel De Montagne 

: a/n — this lowkey sucks but I've been wanting to get work out so I'm sorry if this isn't the best :(( also I'm still learning french so if some of it is wrong pls lmk so i can fix it!! 

Jay was your school’s resident bad boy. blond hair, all-black outfits, cuts class and yells at kids that look his way. you know? the usual. You on the other hand were the complete opposite. straight-A student. A quiet kid who didn’t dare look the ways of Jay Park and his Clique™. So imagine the shock that was felt when the boy you avoided at all costs, walks up to you in the middle of the cafeteria asking for French lessons. 

“You want me to do what?” He rolls his eyes, tired of this conversation already. 

“Can you not hear? I’m failing French and I need to pass or else my parents won’t let me move to France.” He speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“And you’re asking me why?” He rolls his eyes again for what felt like the 100th time. You’re just confused about how he even knows of your existence.

“Listen, all I know that you’re in my French class and that you pay attention, I’ll even pay you I just need to get my mark up.” You perk up to the sound of money. You don’t really need but it’s still nice to have some. Doing this will get you good Karma right? 

“Fine. Meet me at the library every Monday and Wednesday after class, got it?” Jay stares at you with annoyance. He really does not want to be wasting his senior year on stupid lessons but, here we are. He reluctantly agrees and watches you walk away, struggling to hold your books in your arms. He turns around and lets out a deep sigh, wondering if the hot chicks and fancy baguettes in France are really worth this

Minutes turned into hours as you waited for Jay to show up. You waited patiently for hours just for this kid to not show up. Annoyed, you start to pack up your books. You don’t know why you’d think someone like Jay would actually show up to a voluntary tutor session. You were just about to make your way out of the library when you see someone running towards you almost like the flash. As the figure got closer to your still body, you realize it was Jay. Now, bent over in front of you gasping for air with his tongue out like a dog. You stared at his limped-over figure with confusion and slight disgust. 

“s-s-sorry i was… late, i f-forgot about… this.” he manages to speak out with the little air he has in him. He stands up and evens out his breath. 

“what makes you think i’m gonna tutor you now? you wasted my time Park, i have a life too you know.” you snap at him. He stares at you for a brief second before letting out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and slapping his leg. He sees your serious expression, your eyes glaring at him like an eagle and awkwardly stops laughing. 

“Look, i’m paying you and this is only gonna last for a little while. i just need to pass, that’s it.” His eyes shine with a hopeful gleam, a look that is extremely rare to see from Jay Park. He looked a little cute. You dramatically sigh and start walking into the library, Jay following behind you. 

You settle at the table you sat at prior, re-opening your book bag to pull out your notes. He just watches you do that, not making an effort to even bring out a pencil. 

“Okay, so how much french do you even know?” 

He stares into space, a little hesitant to continue. “Um, i can ask if i can go to the bathroom?” You stare at him with disbelief. You’ve been in this class with him for months and that’s all he knows. 

“THAT’S IT?” 

“Oh and i can say good morning!” you let out a loud groan that catches the attention of others around, causing them to loudly shush at you. Feeling annoyed again, you contemplate if the money was really worth it. You sigh out and start looking for your notes from the beginning of the semester. This was gonna take a LONG time. 

“... and that’s how you conjugate verbs in the past tense, aka passé composé!” You finish off the session with joy. Jay on the other hand has gone completely blank, not remembering a single word you just told him. He stares down at his notes, then at you, then back down at his notes. You can see the struggle on his face and he hasn’t said a word yet. 

“I’m never gonna pass french. This is it. I can kiss France goodbye.” he claims with despair. This already too hard for him and he barely has learned anything. He sets his head on the table and mumbles to himself about how he will never be happy if he doesn’t live his youthful 20’s in France. You sat across from him irritated with his discouraging behaviour and a little sad that you weren’t able to teach him well. Until you come up with a plan that might help him improve much quicker.  

“What if… we hang out this weekend? We can do something and we’ll only speak in French! Of course I’ll help you and all that. But like, maybe? Only if you want to of course you probably don’t wanna spend your weekend with me i dont know you know its just a plan.” you ramble on and on without stopping and Jay simply just watches you. He smirks a little before nodding. 

“How about you put your number in my phone and then I’ll text you when I’m free hm?” he slides his phone across the table towards you and eyes you typing it in. He catches a glimpse of your rose-coloured cheeks and smirks a little more. 

“Okay, uh there’s my number! Just um, text me you know, when you’re free!” you manage to stutter out. Jay just nods at you and again, watches you walk away. This time a slight smile across his face. 

A sudden notification pulls you away from your thoughts. An unknown number that you had a feeling belonged to a particular boy you didn’t think would actually text you. 

042-002-1130: bonjour 

042-002-1130: was that even right

042-002-1130: anyways I’m free on saturday if you wanna hang ig 

042-002-1130: samedi is saturday right 

042-002-1130: it is wow im such a genius 

You let out a snort at his cocky behaviour and reply back, letting him know that you were free yourself and to meet you at the school grounds at 2 pm. 

Saturday shows up as you wait outside the school gates, a picnic basket in hand. An all-black car with dark tinted windows zooms up to you. The window is pulled down and alas, the handsome boy sits in the driver’s seat, ushering you to get into the car with his hand. 

“Woah a picnic basket? Listen y/n you’re cool and all but this isn’t a date,” he speaks and notices you roll your eyes. A smug smile tugging his lips. 

“No you asshole, I have a plan with this.” 

“Tell me,” Jay begins to drive away from the school. The destination is unknown to you but extremely familiar to the boy next to you. 

“In here there is a bunch of food, in order for you to eat, you’re gonna have to say the name of the food in french.” He turns his head to see you looking back at him, a sweet smile places on your face. Jay has always known of you. You sat in the back of the classroom, handed in all your work on time and never skipped a class. You had very few friends and always seemed to be lost in a dream world when you weren’t working. Jay had never been able to speak to you personally as you always avoided him but know he has the chance to actually talk to you, and he doesn’t wanna mess it up. 

The car stopped at the edge of a giant grassy field. The greenery going miles ahead. Trees surrounding the two of you. Jay like a gentleman runs out of the car to open the door for you. You blush at his actions, thanking him silently by smiling at him. 

He directs you to a small spot under a tree. You lay out a blanket for you to sit on while Jay leans up against the tree. You tell him to sit down next to you as you bring out all the little snacks to share with him. He thinks that he could get used to this. 

“D’accord, commençons! Qu'est-ce que ç'est?” (okay, lets start! What is this?) 

You pick up a grape. He thinks for a little bit before answering. “Un raisin.” (a grape) You clap with glee and hand him over the grape. A silence falls between you both, unaware of how to keep going. He picks up a strawberry and brings it to your face. “Tu aime les fraises?” (do you like strawberries?) You eye him for a second, for someone who said he only knows how to ask how to go the bathroom in french, he knows quite a bit. You nod a little, opening your mouth and letting him feed you the sweet fruit. Your face matches the colour of the strawberry and he giggles. You pull out a sandwich and ask him to describe what’s in it. 

“Dans le sandwich, il y a du jambon, du beurre, et de la tomate.” (in the sandwich there is some ham, some butter, and some tomato.) He speaks confidently. 

“Trés bien Jay! Tu es bon en parler francias!” (very good Jay! You are really good at speaking French!) 

“Merci, mon Cheri.” (Thank you, my dear.) you blush even more before and shy away from Jay’s gaze. Jay being the very bold guy that he is, placing his hand underneath your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. You both just stare at each other as the sun sets behind you. Was Jay always this beautiful? His eyes scan over your face seeking for any discomfort, none is to be found. So he makes the move and starts to lean in. You already have your eyes closed and lips puckered out, ready to embrace a feeling you’ve never felt before.

His breath fans over your lips and just before he kisses you he asks “je peux t’embrasser? (can I kiss you?) you eagerly nod and whisper out “embrasse-moi.” (kiss me.) Jay finally places his lips on yours and everything feels right. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. You stay in this position with him for a little while before you pull back for air. Both his hands cradle your face, his thumb rubbing across the apples of your cheeks.

“I still have a lot to learn y’know?” Jay breaks the silence. You laugh out loud, falling into his lap. 

“Same time next week then yeah?” He lets out a ‘hmm’ and watches you rest your head against his thigh, playing with the ends of your hair. ‘Maybe France could wait a little’ he thought. 

[sandwichfordinner]

YIPPEE MATCHUPS! I hope you're having a good day! Just to let you know- it might help to have your masterlist pinned to the top otherwise people might not be able to see it! (Unless it is an I just can't see if for some reason... ✌️live laugh love) ANYWAY. YES. IDV. I have no hunter/survivor preference!!!

I am nonbinary and pan, no preference. Im tall- like 5'10 or something, brown eyes, dirty blonde usually long and fluffy with short bangs but I'm thinking about getting it layered short. my style varies, often I either dress quite formal and smart (smart trousers! Blouses and collard shirts! Sweaters!!!) But if im not going out i'll switch to a lot of oversized loose fitting clothes in LAYERS!!! SO MANY LAYERS!!! (im so glad flares are popular again!!!) I quite like clothes, I just refuse to wear dresses or shorts as I am quite insecure and uncomfortable in them.

I am a huge bookworm, passionate about a lot of humanities subjects, philosophy, art, history, sociology and psychology, law e.c.

People often times say I have good knowledge about a variety of subjects or have an opinion on everything.

But to be honest its either 0 or 100 with me. I'm autistic and typically go non verbal around people I am not comfortable with (i NEVER approach new people myself) and small talk is the devil i cannot do it. If I try to force myself at best I start stuttering badly 💀. I'm not too bothered by it, it's just frustrating. The only exception i'm fine 'approaching' is to talk to them is online/through writing as it puts concerns about reading social queues out the window.

However the 100 side of it, people that approach me and engage in topics i actually like... as well as people close to me, I'm the opposite, I have to have meaningful discussions and love to share ideas with people! It's like I do a complete 180! People oftentimes mistake me as being very confident if they catch me like this and dont know me very well but I think it's just because I'm moreso passionate and fixate a lot.

At my worst I become extremely avoidant and shut in, typically to be able to get out of my room I need someone I'm friends or close with that can drive me out or stay with me, otherwise I panic. (That includes ignoring basic needs, i will ignore them if i feel threatened) but so long as I have people close to me around I feel far more confident in being able to mask (for me its not always a bad thing if it helps me to be productive/actually stay alive). I cannot stand to be touched by others unless I'm expecting it but even then I'm still sensitive, but I am okay with touching others! Exihibit A! I love pampering friends and get compliments on my massages!!!! Do not do the same to me the devil takes over my body and I cannot control spasms i am not laughing of joy I am on the verge of a breakdown!!!!

As for specific hobbies: I like drawing/painting and sculpting! I LOVE board and tabletop games, chess, card games like blackjack. I like anything to do with watersports. I love to swim! Reading and writing is obviously a big one too and my most recent interest is learning to bake! (Because im dogshit at cooking)

I hope thats enough and that I did everythjng!!! Hope you have a lovely day!!!!

Note: I am not really sure what no binary pronouns use, I asked google and said that go by they, if it doesn’t go by they I am terribly sorry and please tell me if I did it wrong! Also have a nice day you too anon! 💝

And also I am so sorry If I skipped something 😞

I match you wiiith🥁🥁🥁…

Galatea and Emil!

Galatea:

The moment she heard that you like sculpting, she immediately wanted to know more about you!

Even chess?? THATS AMAZING !! She loves playing chess too!!

She was so scared to talk to you thought, she didn’t know how to start a conversation.

Wow she finally spoke to you! But it was in a match while you were chaired and Galatea was just staring at you a little creepy.. That made you uncomfortable and you looked away ‘when will I get sent back to the manor.’ You thought.

,,Your eyes are… pretty..’’ she quietly and softly said.

That caught you off guard and you looked back at her.

,,O-oh thank you! Uh your e- I mean your sculpture is nice!’’ ‘Oh nahh💀💀 why did I say this😭’

She looked confused at the Little rock of clay but smiled.

,,Thank you.. Can I.. talk to you more?’’

You nodded and smiled again.

,,M-maybe play some c-chess with me..?’’ She quietly spoke.

,,I’m sorry what did you say?’’

,,Nothing!’’ Her face was now hidden and you could only see the back of the wheelchair.

She was blushing, which left you confused.

,,Uh can we meet-‘’ But suddenly the rocket chair started spinning which you flew back to the manor, but before you flew she said more loudly: ,,Meet me a-after the match!!’’ ,,OK!’’

When both of you started dating she made you little sculptures of hearts or cute things you like.

BOTH OF YOU MAKING SCULPTURES <333

Walks! When the both of you aren’t in a match you would push the wheelchair while Galatea is on it around the manor. Usually Galatea starts the conversations because she knew that you really couldn’t start one. Such a nice and supportive gf 🫶

Give her a surprise kiss on her cheek and she’s blushing.

Emil

Oh this sweet little guy.

Another awkward shy introvert😭

To the moment he saw you , he felt funny in his stomach. And he could feel his cheeks red.

Would try to start a conversation with you.

But if you tried you would be a stuttering mess, really nervous too because of how much you stuttered.

He doesn’t find it funny tho, in fact he finds it cute. He would chuckle a little, but when he saw your face like it was about to cry he immediately stopped and looked at you in worry.

,,I-I am s-so sorry for laughing! I didn’t m-meant to , i-it’s not that I promise!’’ Okay he accidentally held your hands without noticing. Man was panicking 😭

Now both of you looked like a couple.

You started feeling more nervous at the sudden contact, which he realised too, quickly stopped holding your hands and running away none stop saying ‘I’m so sorry!’ Man it was sure something😭😭

Next day he came to apologise and said that he will never do it again.

This man is so sweet bro.. and respectful too..

He found himself getting more and more comfortable by the time.

But not too comfortable because he would blush sometimes, trying to hide his face while you were looking at him confused.

When both of you were finally dating he would get more protective, not obsessive! He is just worried about you getting hurt!

When people misgender you, he would confidently say: ,,If you didn’t know Y/N is not comfortable calling them he or she!’’

Ur biggest support!

Always asks you if you’re okay with it before he hugs you or kisses you!

When you’re feeling down and don’t want to talk to anyone he would slide down a letter under your door and leave.

There is written how much he loves you, that the others are just jerks and a bunch of more praises and nice things written. And he finished with a ‘please talk to me later, I am worried’.

If you kiss him or hug him he would have the biggest smile on his face with red face.

Best bf material😻

[shadowsphere]

🔮A Psychic's Debt ⎯ Y. Hagakure

☽ Featuring: Yasuhiro Hagakure

☽ Request? ✓ @princeasimdiya12 again sorry for the long wait! Also, I did two timeskips in the middle, I couldn't think of anything to put but really it was just like a minute time skip. Not gonna lie, I stayed up writing on most of this so I'm sure some parts are rushed just because my brain was too tired to think of anything in between also sorry, the actual nsfw stuff is shorter lol i dont know how i did that

☽ Includes: abduction, drowning, gagging, ocean, no reader, character death, orgasm, almost naked and afraid, hallucinations, chained up, yakuza, forced drug taking, pain, does it count as a pain kink if the aphrodisiac started to take effect?, underwater handjob, drooling (again), forced blood kink, dick teasing, gn! diver, nipple play

☽ Synopsis: Yasuhiro Hagakure is abducted by the Yakuza, who decides to pay him back for screwing them.

☽ minors do not interact

🔮┊🔮┊🔮 ≛ ☽

Yasuhiro was tired.

He had been sprinting for hours, trying to make the distance bigger between him and his pursuers. If they got their hands on him, he didn't know what would happen.

Why did his clairvoyance power get him into these situations?

Let's go back to about two days ago.

Yasuhiro's shop was visited by a wealthy-looking man. He had two neatly dressed bodyguards with him. Yasuhiro instantly knew that he needed to make this man believe him. He might get a whole bunch of money!

Yasuhiro cleared his throat and the bodyguards looked at him and glared. He understood that he was being disrespectful by the look so he waited. The wealthy man looked around his shop. He was taking his time, which was raising Yasuhiro's anxiety.

The man finally acknowledged Yasuhiro and walked towards him. He was surveying the setup Yasuhiro had. From the tacky tablecloth to the standard crystal ball in the middle of the table, which Yasuhiro never uses. It's just for show. The man sat down and stared at him intensely.

Yasuhiro was getting uncomfortable with the silence that's been happening since he got here.

"Are you the psychic Yasuhiro Hagakure?" Yasuhiro was surprised that he knew who he was. Maybe his reputation was bigger than he thought it worse. "Yes, I am the amazing Yasuhiro." He thought it was a good idea to make a joke about how amazing he was. Yet his proclamation didn't get any sort of reaction.

'Tough crowd.'

"I will pay you 1,000,000 monocoins for you to tell me my future." Yasuhiro felt the laziness that usually plagued his body drain the moment he heard how much money he would be getting. He sat up straight. He was going to get him this money, even if he had to lie a little.

Yasuhiro showed a money-hungry smile. The wealthy man noticed his enthusiasm for the money offer and smirked. A lot of money can go a long way to get what you want. "There's a catch, however." Yasuhiro's smile never went away.

You could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes.

"If you lie or deceive me, you're disappearing from this world." Yasuhiro didn't hear that part. He was still focused on the amount of money he was about to get just for telling the man in front of him his future. Yasuhiro was just nodding along, not knowing what he just agreed to.

Yasuhiro got to work. He made the man put his hands on the crystal ball, Yasuhiro's own hands going onto the ball as well. He closed his eyes and faked like he was actually looking through the man's future when really it instantly came to him.

He just needed to act like it was difficult for him.

"I see. Hmmm...interesting. You should prepare...the war is starting....and you should be the one to start it." Yasuhiro opened his eyes and made eye contact with eyes that looked hungry with power. "Will I win?" Yasuhiro silently nodded and he noticed how the men who came with the mysterious man seemed to be nodding with approval.

He didn't really care, all he wanted was his money. So what better way than to lie a little?

"My visions are always 100% correct." That was a lie, it was a mere 30%, but they didn't need to know that at all. The mystery man stood up and reached out his hand. Yasuhiro shook it, noticing the glimpse of a tattoo that went from his hand, through the sleeves of the man's suit.

"Since you have such a high rate of success, I'll double the money. Just as a little thank you gift." Yasuhiro was silently cheering. Before the man left, he ended up getting Yasuhiro's bank information and sent him 2,000,000 monocoins to him.

Yasuhiro checked before the day ended, and the money was there. He continued checking it until the beginning of earlier today.

Yasuhiro had the day off and woke up to look at his bank account to admire how much money he had made. But when he looked, it was all gone. "What the fuck?!" Yasuhiro got out his bed quickly. He practically leaped out his door.

He should've stayed in bed.

In front of him were a lot of expensive black cars. Stood in front, with his hands in his pockets was the man from the day before. Yasuhiro noticed the tattoos some of them had. 'Fuck. Yakuza.' Yasuhiro's flight or fight response was getting ready to kick in. He saw how angry the man looked.

What the fuck happened?

"Yasuhiro Hagakure. You may have noticed that your money is gone. Wonder why? Turns out that my enemy came to you before and asked for their future and you told them I would be planning an attack on them. Because of you, I lost." Yasuhiro was confused.

He didn't see anyone who paid as much as this man. However, he didn't look like he would listen to anything Yasuhiro had to say. So, Yasuhiro did what his cowardly mind thought: run.

So, he's been running since then and he was becoming exhausted. Yasuhiro didn't want to take a break, but he had to, he needed energy in order to continue trying to get away. He was hunched over, catching his breath when he heard leaves crunch. He looked behind him but couldn't see anyone.

Yet his body was tense with fear.

This fear was justified. Within a second, Yasuhiro got tackled and forced to the ground. He was squirming around, trying to get out of the grip of his capturers. No matter how much he struggled, their grips never loosened.

Yasuhiro was lifted up like he weighed nothing and was carried a few miles away. During the whole walk, Yasuhiro consistently struggled but that only got him a few bruises and a broken nose.

Yasuhiro was thrown into a car and the door slammed. He sat up and looked around, noticing he was in the car with a man who was clearly the leader. "Listen, this is just a big misunderstanding." Each time he spoke, Yasuhiro could taste the blood that was running from his nose into his mouth.

He cringed at the metallic taste as the Yakuza leader just stared at him. "A misunderstanding huh?" Yasuhiro nodded and instantly regretted it, who knew a broken nose could affect you this much. "So are you saying I messed up? I made a mistake?" Yasuhiro knew this was a trap.

The man was trying to lead him into saying he fucked up, which would definitely cause more aggression toward Yasuhiro. However, he couldn't disagree cause then the man will say he tried to trick him, adding to the aggression that was already there.

Either way, it was a lose-lose situation.

Yasuhiro stayed silent though, no matter how he answered or how he played this, the situation would get worse. So he hoped his silence would be enough to let the man know that he didn't know. The Yakuza leader followed every drip of blood from Yasuhiro's nose.

He saw how Yasuhiro's eyes were struggling to stay open, not just from some of the blood loss but also from the pain he had to endure and the amount of time he spent running. It was catching up to his body. The man smirked, hoping Yasuhiro would fall asleep before they got to their destination. He wanted to surprise him.

Unfortunately for Yasuhiro, he did in fact fall asleep. A huge mistake he'll come to regret later.

Something was wrong.

Yasuhiro could sense it. Usually, he would sleep peacefully. But there was this dream that kept reoccurring. He would open his eyes and see a vast amount of water surrounding him every way he looked. He felt a pulling sensation constantly and looked down to see he had a chain around his ankle.

He would realize he was under the water, from the amount of fish that were swimming around him. He wondered how long he had been down here. It was hopeless to fight, he was at the bottom.

He knew he couldn't win so he gave up. He was losing air and consciousness and as his world started to get dark, he saw the cruise ship's silhouette above him. It was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed and then reopened.

With his eyes open, he saw the water and heard the cruise ship, then died. Then his eyes opened and he saw the water. It was like his dream was trying to warn him repeatedly that this was going to happen and he needed to wake up or it would keep repeating.

Yasuhiro's eyes opened and he saw the sky. He found this weird. Was everything he experienced a warning that he should get a head start? Yasuhiro tried to sit up but couldn't. He let out a groan as the soreness in his body started to hit him.

Nope. Everything but the water actually happened.

"You're awake. Oh, but you won't be able to move." Yasuhiro looked to his left and saw a large group of people. They were all watching him with the scariest look on their faces. Why were they all looking at him like he was a piece of meat? Yasuhiro opened his mouth to speak "W....W..." He couldn't speak.

His throat was dry and his voice was scratchy.

Everyone laughed at him, again causing some worry to appear in Yasuhiro. They were getting enjoyment from his suffering. The Yakuza leader tilted his head as he stared at Yasuhiro. "Would you like some water?" Yasuhiro desperately nodded. He needed it. "Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty soon."

'That sounds creepy.' Yasuhiro thought about the vision he had. That vision couldn't be real right? His accuracy was only thirty percent, so it couldn't have been true. The Yakuza leader made it no better. "Yasuhiro Hagakure. I wanted to make you sleep with the fishes figuratively. However, I had a change of heart and decided to do it literally."

Yasuhiro's eyes widened and he attempted to move around. Yet he still couldn't. It was like his body was being held down by a powerful force. "Sorry about you not being able to move. I had to give you a paralytic drug. It would make this easier."

They forced a drug inside of him.

They paralyzed his body to make it easier for them to throw him into the water. They were going to drown him and he couldn't do anything about it. "Boss we're coming up to the middle of the ocean now." The Yakuza leader nodded and stood up. He walked towards a scared and paralyzed Yasuhiro.

He crouched down next to him and whispered. "So your visions aren't 100%. Fascinating how far someone would go just for money." He stood up and ordered everyone on the boat. "Start preparing him. We need to hurry and get back." Everyone on the boat started moving.

Random hands started to grab at his body, all reaching and manhandling his body to strip his clothes. He couldn't even move to fight back against the forced undressing he was undergoing right now. They took off all his clothes but his boxer briefs.

Yasuhiro's body shivered from the exposure to the air, he couldn't focus on that for long though.

Yasuhiro felt someone tug his leg harshly and he let out a hoarse scream, it was barely even a scream. His throat was so dry that he couldn't even scream. He heard a click and looked down to see someone had wrapped a chain around his ankle and kept it together with a lock.

He was forced to listen and watched as they prepared him for his demise.

He felt another tug on his ankle and looked over to see them pulling the anchor he was attached to. They were taking him to the edge of the boat and he couldn't fight. Yasuhiro couldn't even pathetically beg for his life. He felt tears welling up as he realized that his life choices finally caught up to him in the worst way possible.

"Awe~ He's crying." Yasuhiro heard a girl say as he got pulled. He bit his lip to stop himself from whimpering. These were the last people that were going to see him alive. He shouldn't cry. Yet the tears started to fall. He didn't want to die. He was too scared of death.

The Yakuza leader came back but this time with a bottle of pills. Are they about to put more paralytic drugs into him? The leader saw him looking at the bottle scared and he laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to prolong your paralysis. Instead, I'm going to make you feel good. I hope you're fine with aphrodisiacs."

They were trying to make him horny? Why? Why would they do that? he didn't have an option of forcing his mouth to close. The Yakuza's followers forced his mouth open and allowed their leader to drop a pill into his mouth. They also forced him to swallow the pill without any water that would help to hydrate him.

After forcing him to swallow, they put a cloth gag into his mouth.

The leader lied straight to his face, he wouldn't be getting any water at all. Yasuhiro wondered if he would pass out from dehydration and die or if he would be drowned while awake. "We made it to our destination Yasuhiro Hagakure. Say goodbye." Yasuhiro shook his head wildly.

He was trying to find some way to convince them to not throw him overboard. Let him repay in some other way. Even though it hurt his throat, Yasuhiro tried to speak. "Dommt dmo imt!" The Yakuza leader tilted his head. "I wonder what you're saying. Probably something insignificant."

The tears started to fall even more. He was hoping that they would have some compassion, but they didn't. They wanted to throw him over no matter what. "Throw the trash off." Hearing that final command, Yasuhiro closed his eyes tightly.

He didn't want to witness his death.

The members of the Yakuza grabbed ahold of the anchor and threw it into the ocean. Yasuhiro listened to the horrifying sound of the anchor's chain unraveling. Each time it unraveled, it tugged Yasuhiro towards the ocean.

When the anchor finally unraveled completely, Yasuhiro's body started to quickly and smoothly move toward the ocean. 'I can't accept this.' Yasuhiro started to panic. He could feel some of his body was starting to become unparalyzed.

Yasuhiro wrapped his arm around one of the Yakuza members. "Let go!" Yasuhiro shook his head. The member was starting to panic, Yasuhiro was going to pull them into the water with him. The Yakuza member grabbed onto the boat tightly, which halted how much Yasuhiro's movement.

"Safhh!"

Yasuhiro celebrated too early. Everyone on the boat started to attack him to force him to let go. They kicked and punched him. None of them were holding back. Yasuhiro felt his body become hot for some reason. He started to breathe and pant heavily.

"The aphrodisiac is finally taking effect."

The punches and kicks to his body were starting to feel good. Each form of abuse to his body, made him moan. "Hmmph..." He was starting to drool and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Even when his nose started to bleed again, he got pleasure from it.

"Look at how disgusting he's become." Yasuhiro started to grind his bulge into the boat. He looked like a mess. His body was dirty from running, and he had dried up blood and tears on him, with even more blood to follow. His body felt so, so hot that it was getting uncomfortable.

The only way to cool down would be to go into the water. With his mind under the aphrodisiac effect, Yasuhiro let go. The anchor, after being held up for so long, went deeper into the ocean with more speed than before. Yasuhiro couldn't think logically right now.

All that mattered was getting rid of the heat.

Instantly, Yasuhiro plummeted into the water. His body was now wet and his eyes were seeing all the ocean creatures as he went passed them. Yasuhiro felt his body jolt when the anchor finally sunk into the ground at the bottom of the ocean. He looked up and could barely see the sky. The fish continued to swim around him though like he wasn't there.

He was emerged in water, yet his body was still so hot and his arousal was showing underneath his briefs.

This was so disgusting but it was so...stimulating. Just the fact that he was hard underneath the water as if he was drowning. Yasuhiro moaned softly around the cloth gag as he started to teasingly touch his bulge

He needed to fill that pleasure more, so Yasuhiro put his hand on his bulge and squeezed his hardened cock. The aphrodisiac made him more sensitive so he almost orgasmed fast. He held it in, wanting to edge himself.

Each time he got close, he took his hand away from his bulge. Yasuhiro stopped teasing himself through his briefs after several minutes of edging himself. His cock was leaking, the wetness of his arousal mixing in with the wetness of the ocean.

In the distance, Yasuhiro saw a big shadow. He looked up and saw the ship he saw in his vision. It was closer to him than the vision. This was his chance to be saved, he couldn't think about drowning right now when he was close to being saved.

His visions didn't always come true. So his death wouldn't come true.

Yasuhiro could've sworn he was at the bottom of the ocean, he could see the very top of the ocean floor more clearly. He couldn't worry about that though, he started moving around but stopped. His body felt lighter. Yasuhiro looked down at his leg and saw there was no anchor connected to him.

Yasuhiro, again, felt like something was wrong because he remembered being forced to be connected to an anchor. He shook his head and started to thrash around in the water, hoping the bubbles and the movement would catch someone's attention on the boat as they passed by.

His hopes were answered. He saw a figure that was obviously not a part of the ship. He saw how they stared at him before they dove into the water. But as they swam closer and closer to Yasuhiro, he noticed he couldn't see their face.

He could only see the diver suit they had on, which couldn't tell him what their identity was. It didn't matter to him though, he was being saved by this person. The person reached for his body and focused on trying to take him out of the water. The diver wrapped their arms around Yasuhiro's waist tightly and pulled him against them.

"hmph..." Yasuhiro hoped his small groan from his bulge being pressed against the diver's body would go unnoticeable. However, it didn't. He could see how the person looked down at him instantly. He would be blushing if he wasn't underwater right now.

His back was arched and his head was thrown back as the diver experimentally pressed against him harder. Yasuhiro knew he could remove the cloth gag, but for some reason, he didn't want to. It was adding to the pleasure of the situation he was in.

He didn't know if it was because of the pill or not.

It seemed the diver figured out Yasuhiro's problem and let go of him. Panic arose in Yasuhiro, afraid that the diver would leave him like this. He grabbed onto the diver's suit, willingly them to stay. 'Please....don't leave me like this.' It seemed the diver knew how to read his mind because they reached for his very wet briefs and squeezed the bulge.

The amount of pleasure that shot up Yasuhiro's body was different from the pleasure he got from his own hand. It was like his body was highly sensitive just for the diver in front of him.

As their hand repeatedly squeezed Yasuhiro's bulge, their other hand went to his nipple and pinched it. "Fuuu..." Yasuhiro's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body enjoyed the pleasure it was experiencing. Yasuhiro was going to cum, all the edging he did earlier was finally catching up to him.

When the diver tugged on his nipple, Yasuhiro saw stars as he came into his briefs, the water getting into his mouth, the cloth gag freeing itself from its clutches. For some reason though, he didn't panic when the water get into his body.

It was like his body became one with the ocean and he could breathe. The diver forced the cloth back into his mouth after Yasuhiro calmed down. Yasuhiro could tell that the person was turned on as well, yet was focusing on getting him off so that he could be saved without any distractions.

Yasuhiro was hard again, the aphrodisiac working its magic, but not as much now that he orgasmed.

The diver let go of his growing bulge and floated around Yasuhiro so that the front of their suit was on his back. Yasuhiro felt the diver's hand go back to his sensitive nipple as the other dipped into his briefs, having a firm grip on his cock.

Yasuhiro relaxed into the diver as they slowly stroked his cock and teased his nipple. The rough feeling of their gloves was stimulating Yasuhiro nicely. He bucked up into their hand, feeling his body getting embarrassingly close to the edge again.

The diver let go of his cock and put the now free hand onto Yasuhiro's other nipple. "Das so guud.." Yasuhiro was thrusting into his own briefs, loving the feeling of the rough texture. The diver pulled, pinched, and flicked at Yasuhiro's nipples.

He didn't know it was possible to cum from just his nipples being played with, but he now was. "PHOOK!" His orgasm was more intense this time and his body was shaking. Yet again, he was getting hard.

No matter how many times Yasuhiro came, he kept getting hard. The diver was continuously pleasuring him until Yasuhiro couldn't get hard anymore, but as time passed by, it seemed impossible. The ocean and his boxer briefs were filled with his cum repeatedly and he couldn't get enough.

Unknowingly to Yasuhiro, he was already dead. He was dead when the anchor hit the ground. People can only survive up to a minute underwater, it's been longer than that. Yet, he's been having this same dream for seventy years now, he was a ghost just reliving his life.

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rent a gf - two eren yeager x reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of sex, talks about "getting bitches", eren is an idiot, fuckboy!eren implied, tatbilb mention, uhh fluff idk theres not much to warn abt in here, not beta read

notes: chapter two is out! i'm really glad a lot of people are enjoying rent a gf. it really means a lot! i see some people commented on the previous chapter, and i would love to reply to them, but i'm not familiar with tumblrs commenting system D: if you wanna leave a comment for me to just read, that's fine you can still keep commenting here on tumblr. but if you would like me to reply to it, you can comment on ao3, and i will reply! happy reading :) p.s, waffles w whipped cream r so much better

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you felt a hand shaking your shoulder to wake you. Groaning and mumbling, you sleepily swatted the hand away and pulled the covers over your head. No one should be forced to wake up early on the weekends. It was Saturday, for fucks sake. Not to mention your hangover due to last nights mistakes was making your head throb.

The hand rested on your shoulder once more, shaking you gently. “(Y/N),” Mikasa said softly. “Your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. Wake up. I have water and Advil.”

“Nooooo,” you moaned, snuggling deeper into your bed. “Don’ wanna.”

Mikasa stopped bothering you for a moment, and you let your guard down. Finally you could sleep. When it was time to wake up, you’d wake up.

Right as you were about to pass out again, your blanket was roughly tugged off of you. “Mikasaaa!” you whined, covering your face with your hands. “What was that for? I was trying to sleep.”

“Get up. You have to shower and get ready for lunch with Eren today. Breakfast is almost finished,” she explained, setting down the pills and water on your bedside table. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face so you can eat. Now,” she instructed sternly, moving to your window to open the curtains. The bright sunlight hit your still half-asleep face, making you hiss quietly.

She left the room moments after, probably to check up on breakfast. Honestly, you didn’t know how she could function this early in the morning despite having partied all night last night. Curse her and her inability to get hungover.

Grumbling to yourself, you adjusted your sleep clothes that had gotten disheveled overnight to make sure you looked decent. Your sleepy gaze wandered over to your nightstand to see two Advils on a napkin beside a glass of cold water. Thanking every higher power for sending Mikasa to you, you downed both pills and the glass of water. Even though you might bitch and moan to her constantly, you really weren’t lying when you said you’d die without Mikasa.

After sitting down at the edge of your bed for a few moments, you eventually shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine. It took longer than usual thanks to your sluggish and tired movements, but you got done nevertheless.

A wonderful aroma came from the kitchen when you left, stomach grumbling in anticipation for the wonderful food you were about to scarf down. Mikasa was in the process of setting down both your breakfasts on the island, sitting down on the stools when you walked in. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she greeted, resting her chin on her hands.

“Morning, sweet angel,” you replied, sitting at the stool beside her. In front of you was a plate of Funfetti pancakes with whipped cream instead of maple syrup (syrup was for pancakes only). There were a couple of cut up fruits beside them, too. “Where did you get these?” you asked, picking up your fork to take a bite of your breakfast.

Mikasa dug into her own breakfast of oatmeal as soon as you started eating. “Went grocery shopping and saw the mix in the baking aisle. I thought you’d like it,” she explained, taking a bite of her food. “Good?”

Your response was a moan, tilting your head back as you chewed. “Insanely,” you said, cutting up another bite. You stabbed the piece with your fork and guided it to Mikasa, keeping your hand under it to catch anything if it dropped.

She finished her bite and leaned in to take the bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Good,” she nodded.

“They put like crack ‘n this shit,” you said through a full mouth, shoveling forkful after forkful into your mouth.

You could feel Mikasa's judging gaze for eating like a pig, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was eating these crack laced waffles as greedily as possible. “What time are you supposed to meet Eren today?” she asked to make conversation.

You remember drunkenly slurring to her that Eren was supposed to take you out for lunch today while she was trying to put you to bed. All she did was nod and dodge your flailing limbs while she tried to change you into your night clothes.

“Uhhh,” you trailed off, “I dunno actually. I think he’s gonna text me when.” The familiar notification from your phone indicated you had a text from Eren. “Right now.”

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:04 AM picking u up at 12 dont be late

you - 9:04 AM k

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:05 AM dont use k with me that makes me sad :(

you - 9:05 AM k

“He says 12,” you told Mikasa, setting your phone back down on the table. You went to go take another bite of your waffles, only to be met with stray bits of whipped cream and waffle crumbs. How disappointing.

“You have time to get ready then,” she said, finishing up the last bit of her own breakfast. Holding her plate, she got up to go put it in the sink, taking your plate for you as well. Literally an angel.

Suddenly, she leaned in to sniff you like the weird English professor you had your freshman year and cringed. “You’re gonna need all the time you can get. You stink.”

Never mind, not an angel.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you got off the stool to go take a shower. “And here I was about to offer to get you something for lunch while I was out.”

“A burger from the joint I like would be nice. So would a Coke and side of onion rings.”

“Size?”

“Medium for both.”

You would’ve caved in and bought her something, anyways. Might as well know what she wanted in the first place.

Showering took longer than expected. Most of your time got wasted by you standing under the shower stream and soaking in all the warmth. It wasn’t until Mikasa knocked on the door asking you not to use up all the hot water that made you actually start going through your routine.

The clock read 10:09 when you got out. You still had more time to kill until Eren came, so you elected to sit on your bed in your towel to scroll through social media. At 10:45, you started to get ready for real now.

Your makeup was just enough to cover any imperfections on your face, and your outfit cute enough for a lunch outing with your friend-fuckbuddy.

At 11:50, you stepped out into the living room with your belongings in hand to lounge around while you waited for Eren. You would’ve gone to bug Mikasa, but she had just stepped into the shower minutes prior.

12 on the dot, a rhythmic knocking was rapped on your door, meaning Eren was finally here. Skipping over to the door, you opened it to reveal him while slipping on your shoes.

“Hey,” he grinned when the door opened. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips after you’d straightened up from putting on your shoes.

A grin found its way on your lips during the kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds, ending with you pulling away with a quiet smack. “Hi,” you greeted back.

“Ready to go?” he asked, one hand leaving his jacket pocket to jut his thumb down the hallway towards the elevators.

“Yup, ready,” you said. Over your shoulder, you yelled into the apartment to say goodbye to Mikasa and locking the door once you closed. “Okay, ready for real now.”

There was a new hot pot restaurant near campus, Eren told you, that he so desperately wanted to try. He overheard some people talking about the place in his Stats class, and he’s been wanting to go ever since.

“So, about what I told you last night,” he said, leaning on the table close to you after giving your orders to the waitress. “You said you would help me get Mina.”

“I said it was a bad idea,” you countered, taking a sip of your drink.

“But you said you would help me. For a price.”

“That I… did say,” you sighed. “What’s your plan?”

Smiling, he opened up his jacket and dug into the inner pockets, getting out a small notepad and a pen. Your eyebrows raised at the sight of them. “Okay,” he started, flipping through his notepad. “So I was thinking about it this morning, and this is what I have down so far.”

Sliding it towards you, he waited impatiently for you to read what he had.

Your lips pursed to prevent giggled from leaving your lips. Well, it was a plan, alright. Written in Eren’s chicken scratch of handwriting were a few very simple steps.

eren yaegers fool proof plan to get bitches get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. talk to mina to get her interested in you ✓ 2. get hot girl ((Y/N)) to pretend to be your gf and show you can be a good bf 3. get mina jealous so she wants you even more and not poopy thomas wanker 4. “break up” with (Y/N) and pretend to be sad 5. get mina to comfort you 6. get bitches make mina your gf 7. pay (Y/N) for her services 8. ta-da!

When you looked up from the notepad, you saw Eren waiting for your answer. “Well? What do you think? Is it any good?” he asked.

“Were you high when you wrote this?” was the first thing you asked him. Eren shook his head innocently. “You’re 100% serious?” He nodded.

You bit your lip, deep in thought about Eren’s supposedly fool proof plan. “What makes you think it’s gonna work?”

“I know girls and how they act. If Paradis University let me major in women -- don’t get smart with me I don’t mean Women Studies -- I would be passing all my classes with flying colors. I know it’ll work, trust me,” he said cockily, leaning back in his chair.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. I know you. I know everything about you, (Y/N). I even know how to make you scream my name in--”

“Okay!” you cut him off, not wanting the strangers around you to know the intimate details of your sex life with Eren. “Okay.”

“I knew you were gonna do that. See, I do know women.”

A moment or two passed, both of you staring at each other. You with a deadpan expression, and him with a proud one. You were the first one to break the silence with a heavy sigh. “Okay, say I agree to this. What do I get in return?”

“Anything you want,” he said. “Within reason, of course. Please don’t ask me to like, hide a body or something.”

Ignoring his last comment, you continued speaking, “You’re not allowed to back out of whatever I ask you to, right? If this plan fails or succeeds, you still owe me whatever you promised.”

Eren nodded. “Of course. I swear on it.” He shifted a little so his elbow was on the table, holding out a pinky. Instinctively, you held out your pinky as well and intertwined the both of them. Pinky promises were something you and Eren had been doing for years now. It meant that the other was dead serious on their promise.

The waitress came back with your broth and dipping ingredients, setting them on the table for you right when your pinkes left each other. Thanking the waitress, the two of you talked some more while you waited for the broth to heat up.

“We should make it official. With a contract and set of rules,” he said. “Like that one movie you forced me to watch with you. The Boys I Loved or some shit like that.”

“To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” you corrected.

“Yeah, that. They’re kinda doing something like us, yeah?”

“Guess so,” you shrugged, picking up your chopsticks and a sice of pork belly when the broth started to boil. “After we eat though.”

Idle chatter was shared between the two of you as you ate. Even though you saw each other nearly every day, you never ran out of things to talk to. You could be talking about complete nonsense or how quantum physics made no sense, and you would still have the best time of your life.

By now, the broth had been drunk up and the table had been cleared out to be replaced with banana milk and ice cream. Eren brought out his notepad again to write down the set of rules for your fake relationship while enjoying your desserts.

Good progress had been written so far on the notepad. Both of you had given input and criticism on each rule made. In the end, you finally had a good set of rules written down.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N):

Eren tapped a beat on the notepad, reading “payment” over and over again. Eventually he looked up at you, deep in thought. “Have you thought of anything so far?” he asked, clicking the pen to write what you wanted.

This was a tough decision. Eren was ready to give you anything to help him get Mina. You had to be wise and pick something big to take advantage of him. Something you were sure you wouldn’t ever regret getting.

“How about,” you started, trailing off, “you do my laundry for the rest of our time at ParadisU, buy me lunch every Wednesday even after we break up, recommend that godsend of a tutor you keep gatekeeping to help me too, and…”

“And?” Eren asked, looking up from his writing, waiting for your next words.

“All the orgasms I want during our relationship,” you finished, satisfied with what you chose.

“Is that all?” he asked, writing down the last of your words. “That’s a lot.”

“How about I let you know if I wanna add more,” you said. Eren nodded in response. His head hung to look at the notepad again, writing something down. Once he was done, he plaed the pen on the pad and slid it to you.

“Sign it so it’s official,” he instructed.

There were two lines beside each other, one already with Eren’s signature. Without hesitation, you signed your name neatly on the paper, giving the items back to Eren once you were done.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N): eren has to do the (Y/N)’s laundry for the rest of university, buy her lunch ever wednesday, get tutor to help her and give her as many orgasms as she wants during the course of the relationship

signed x eren yaeger x (y/n) (l/n)

The two of you shook hands when Eren put away his things, to seal the deal again. The waitress came by again to give you the bill and collect your dirty dishes. Eren set down the cash needed to pay along with a tip in the check presenter before the two of you left.

You walked hand in hand back to Erens car before you realized you missed something. “Wait. What do we tell people when they ask how we got together?” you asked, pausing in your tracks.

Eren stopped with you, turning to look at you. “Um, you can say I confessed after lunch, and that this is technically our first date,” he suggested, tugging your hand to walk back to the car.

“Huh. Okay. That works,” you nodded.

The two of you got into the car a little bit past 2:30 in the afternoon, ready to go home. “Wait,” you said again, making Eren pause. “Mikasa wanted a burger from that one joint near our apartment. Could you take me there first?”

Eren smiled and nodded, starting the car. “Of course. Burger with medium Coke and onion rings?”

“How did you know?”

“She always gets that when we go there.”

“Huh… I guess you’re right.”

“When am I not?”

"Always."

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okay I was debating on whether or not to send you a request because I was kinda nervous to put any extra work on you, but if you're not too busy, can I request a matchup for the Hobbit and/or Harry Potter? (If not that's totally okay, just pretend you didn't see this <33 and honestly I don't mind waiting, you can put this request on the bottom of the list if you need to!!)

My pronouns are she/her, with a preference for men hehe. I'm 5'6, an ENFJ 2w3, and a Virgo. My physical appearance is long blonde hair with almost fluffy bangs, blue eyes, but they're not the sparkly icy blue ones that I wish I had, they're more like deep ocean blue so they almost look black unless I'm in the sun :( I smile a lot, probably too much honestly. I'm a lil buff, (not that much, I may just say that because I lift like 10 pound weights every day😭) but I think that's all for the physical appearance.

Personality wise? Well, I'd say that I'm pretty nice. I have a lot of friends but sometimes I have to convince myself that they truly do like me, because I think I'm pretty annoying. I'm very cheerful, but sometimes it's like my body needs to balance the cheerfulness out with an overboard amount of sadness. I used to be as tough as nails, never cries, never is vulnerable, but now I am the most sensitive (as in like empathetic) person I know, I cry about almost every remotely sad movie I watch, and I overshare hehe. Also I kind of hate watching movies with my guys friends because literally like two weeks ago we watched the first LoTR and I cried when Boromir died (I've watched it like twice but it hurts every time) and they were making fun of me >:(

I would dare to say I'm probably the mom friend in the group, even though in almost all my friend groups I'm the youngest. I've been told I'm thoughtful and loving. I'd say my biggest flaw is that I am pretty anxious all the time, and I don't really think before I speak (which normally ends up being a crude joke that I regret saying immediately). What's funny is that I'm very sweet to most people, but I realized that I just match people's energy. Like I'm not usually sarcastic, but when my dad makes a joke about me, I always have a retort or something funny to say in return. I love hugs which sucks because all of my family are not big huggers.

Hobbies? I love to write basically anything, but I'm pretty good at writing poems! I wrote my friends poems for their birthday's a year ago, and it was really fun. I adore singing, but I'm not really sure if I'm good because I don't sing in front of people unless I'm forced to. I play soccer, and I used to play basketball. I don't play any instruments, but I hope to learn one someday. I know Latin, (which is pretty useless because no one speaks it, but at least I know some fun Law terms) and I've taken it for the past 8 years.

Miscellaneous: I have several pets and I love them very much, I'm pretty ok at riding horses, I keep letters that people write me on my wall, I have a decent taste in fashion (probably like light academia), I love earrings and necklaces, my favorite drink is probably lemonade, I actually skipped a grade so I'll graduate several months before I turn 18, I'm not gonna mention my type but I will say I've always liked the villians in stories or shows (probably because my favorite trope is enemies to lovers and I always see myself as a hero😭) I used to take archery courses, I adore ice cream, and I have always been an avid reader since I was 4 years old.

I think that's it! Let me know if I missed something important. Thank you so much <333

hiiiiiii maddy omg its literally an honour to work on a request for you!! dont worry about the work, at the moment my asks are not too full and luckily i’ve just finished my last exam today~ which means i finally dont have to stress as much!

hope you enjoy this <33 i did my very best! (also goddamn, 8 years of latin???? i mean i’ve been at it for pretty long myself but holy shit, thats almost a decade, i have so much respect for you)

I ship you with...

before we start down that road let me just say i gave this a hell lot of thought because there were many, many fucking options that perhaps would’ve fit just as well, but i take great pleasure in explaining my thought process to you later on <33 anyway, lets go!

Cedric Diggory!!

- Cedric works perfectly with you. Usually you’re the one people go to for advice, to get their feelings off their chest, and it can be stressing as much as you love it. But with Cedric, you don’t have to be that person. You don’t have to be the voice of reason and you don’t have to take care of others when you need to be cared for yourself. It’s not that you wouldn’t be, you do gladly look after him as well, but he’s well aware of the role you have in your friend groups, the way it’s sometimes just too much. And he doesn’t need someone to be that person for him; what he need to speaks about he will like boyfriend to girlfriend, not mistake you for a therapist. Though he could very well be yours the way he acts. When you ask him about it, he reassures you that it’s good that way, that he wants and chose it to be like that because it’s simply the refreshing dynamic the two of you have. 

- Whenever you’re down, Cedric makes sure that you’re just as quickly well again. Not fine, but well, actually good. No matter if it’s just a sadness that somehow finds its way into your heart, or if it’s stress, or if it’s exhaustion from always being there for everybody. He forces you not only to heal mentally, but physically, barely letting you out of bed those days regardless of how much you huff and complain about it. The same goes for days you’re sick, especially during the holidays. At school, of course, he takes you to the hospital wing, and if you need to stay there, he does too. If he’s got classes, he’s back a minute after they finish, often with dishevelled hair, a little flower picked up on the rushed way and a crooked smile on his lips. 

- He’s never really seen touch as that big of a thing, specifically just an arm draped around a shoulder or kisses to the cheek, the little things - but once he realises that it is very important to you indeed, that you melt into his every embrace and relax the second his fingers graze your skin, he becomes very aware of the stability and security it creates. He uses it not only as a way to be close to you, but as a shield, to take the burdens off your shoulders if only for one moment. He grabs your hand if he sees you tense, puts his arm around your waist whenever he’s next to you, brushes your hair behind your ear to make you smile.

- He’s just as much of a cuddler, though. The little, almost accidental, what one might see as usual touches, they’re for the both of you to recognise each others presence, but the hugs, the embraces, the resting-in-his-lap’s, they exist just the same. When you’re sitting down, he pulls you close, and when you’re standing up, he puts his arms around you from behind, and sometimes, when you’ve not seen him for too long or when you’re in that one good mood, you run up to him and jump and he catches you, stumbling the first few times it happens but soon used to the sudden loss of balance. 

- Cedric plays Quidditch, and he’s good, real good. But the sports that you do, the things you train and explain to him, he is just as interested in. When you play football, kicking at him a ball with your feet, one that was just a ball without any trace of magic, he’s confused first, but soon finds fun in the muggle game. As well as in other muggle things you show him. Ice cream being one of his favourites. He learns to make it himself, though with magic, and whenever you feel down he’ll have it ready to devour because he knows how much you love it. He tries lemonade, but stays rather with butterbeer and pumpkin juice. There must be limits somewhere. 

andddd I ship you with... 

again. this. theres so many other options. i- it was so hard to pick i swear its like a lot of goddamn people would work?? so i had to look into it in detail and decide who’d be BEST (which i did happily once again) spoiler alert: not that easy for you??? 

Thranduil!!

(DO YOU SEE THAT GIF OMG?!?!?!?!? THAT IS LITERALLY SO CUTE I USUALLY NEVER PICK GIFS WITH SUBTITLES THATS LIKE AN UNSPOKEN RULE TO ME BUT- THIS. IS. TOO. FUCKING. ADORABLE!!! LOOK AT MY SWEET KING <333)

dont be surprised hun! and let me tell you that i had both bard and thorin in my last round of picking so. just saying. they’re all kings. wonder what that means~

- Thranduil may share few of your traits at first sight, few of your likes and few of your hobbies, but the differences between the two of you are not just what makes the relationship exciting, but very fulfilling too. Not only does one bloom where the other lacks strength, there’s a beauty that comes with learning about differences, accepting and loving them, and making the best of what they bring. Different does not equal clashing, it can mean harmony as much as war, battle as much as peace. It could have gone both ways with the two of you. The one it did - that worked out. More than just fine. 

- You’re young, younger by a lot, and sometimes it shows. Thranduil has lost and lived and seen, grieved and loved and fought. He has much, much more experience than you, and while he is able to share it with you, tell and teach, he can learn from you just as well. The sense of adventure that he’s lost, the playfulness, perhaps the one that comes with love. You’re as sweet as you’re stubborn, as bold as you can be shy, as daring as you... no, you’re not that cautious, really. And it’s all those things that make him smile - all those differences between the two of you, all those years he’s lived that feel lost and colourless with you now in his life. 

- Thranduil though, because of that exact experience, is not in need of someone to play his therapist. He’s seen how you do it for others, and he is glad that he does not have to be another burden on your shoulders, not in that way. Though you barely complain about it, he notices quickly that it strains you, that it drowns you and does not allow you to be all parts of yourself. So he makes sure that you never feel you have to act the same around him. He gladly accepts every aspect of you, does not mind when you need someone to be there for you, but pays close attention not to place his weight onto your shoulders in return. He does not hide any part of himself because of it - he has rarely needed a person to take care of him like that, but in the way he does, you are there, and you are perfect. 

- Even though you have told him that you have not touched a bow in a long time, he takes his time to help you find your way back to archery, trains with you how to ride a horse better, improves your lifting and in general finds pleasure sharing more straining activities with you. He reads your every wish in your eyes, and fulfils it in a heartbeat, no matter what. He brings you instruments to study, books to read, parchment to write on, and although he certainly teases you about it now and then, with a slight smirk on his face and a swagger in his step, only to pick you up after bridal style and kiss you, he never once disrespects your likes and dislikes. He never demands to know about them either. When you want to tell him, want to read your writing out to him, want to play the flute for him or talk about the book you’ve finished, he smiles and sits back and listens, does not interrupt you once, only asking questions when you’re done, perhaps to keep you talking for longer, to listen to your voice and watch your eyes widen so passionately. 

- He marvels at your eye for fashion. As a king, he’s well able to provide you with the most beautiful dresses, and he spoils you endlessly, the exact clothing you’ve told him about or shown to him or said you liked, at the foot of your bed the next day like a miracle. He presents you again and again with jewellery, with necklaces made so delicately and earrings forged so beautifully, no matter how often you argue that you cannot accept his gifts. 

- Thranduil is big on physical touch for two basic reasons. One, because he simply loves it, because he wants to be close to you, because he senses and sees the way you calm down and enjoy his touch, because he watches you relax every time he as much as puts his hand on your arm. And two, because he wants to make sure that everyone knows very well who you’ve chosen to be with. Who you call yours and who he calls his. It all varies from the simple brush of fingertips, from an innocent hand placed on your thigh, to pulling you into his lap as he sits atop his throne, to randomly picking you up and throwing you onto the bed and leaning down to kiss you. There’s not one embrace the same as the other with Thranduil, not one kiss even close to the one before or after. 

- When he hears you sing once, he freezes, and if anyone was seeing him, they would not have believed their eyes - their king stopped in the midst of his movement barely breathing, eyes wide and chest rising and falling irregularly. He peeks into your chambers to find you sprawled on the bed still in sleepwear, sun shining on your face and your eyes closed. He doesn’t ever get that image out of his head again, and he has to smile every time he remembers. You don’t hear him coming in, don’t notice him listening, only realise that he’s there as he sits himself onto your bed and you stop at once. But he’s entranced, enchanted almost, looking at you as though he’s never seen anyone like it before. And when he asks you to sing again, it’s the only reason you part your lips and don’t disobey. Though he notes your hesitance every time, he asks again and again, in moments when it’s just the two of you, and from time to time, your silent disagreement shrinks. He has patience, much of it, so much because he knows that he has forever left, so he does not mind. 

- Forever as long as nothing happens to you. And he makes sure of that. Because there’s been a woman in his life once, and she has met her end far before it should even have been a possibility. He doesn’t keep you caged in the slightest, especially when you ask to be alone, but he always keeps you company when he can, and when he cannot, he sends guards after you. He assures you’re alright with it, but he reminds you even when you argue you could take a bow with you that it’s only to keep you safe. And against his company you rarely have objections - it’s love that’s in the air, who would disagree?

~someeeee things at the end that i find worth noting:

i picked both cedric and thranduil heavily because of the whole mom friend - thing and the empathy that you described often turns into emotional breakdowns. that’s why in the end, for hp i picked cedric and not remus, cedric and not sirius, cedric and not neville. as you could probably tell from the way i dived into it, i found it really important to match you up with someone who did not need that kind of energy from you, who instead was that person to you or completely made it unimportant. 

i also went overboard with the thranduil one simply because he’s one of my favourite characters and uh. my head was full of ideas that i had to write down there was no other way

by the way, “in general finds pleasure sharing more straining activities with you” is a sentence in there somewhere and i just wanted to say that “straining” was supposed to be “physical”, but sounded SO wrong that i had to find another word 

ALSO IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST AGAIN HUN DO SO I WILL LITERALLY SCREAM BECAUSE I STILL HAVE BARD AND THORIN HEADCANONS AND THEY NEED TO BE SEEN BY THE WORLD 

AND I JUST FOUND OUT THRANDUIL AND I SHARE A PERSONALITY TYPE, SO I STAN THAT (intj anyone???)

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! Im back, tysm for doing my HC ;;/ it was super cute, i really liked Mammons and Satans!! If you dont mind if i ask for another? Hdjsks Recently, i slipped while walking home with some pals and scrapped my knee. It wasnt too bad, but it sure looked bad lmao If you can could you do HCs for the boys reacting to MC slipping and scrapping there knee while walking w them? Im sure Mammon would have a heart attack hfjd Tysm!! Keep up the good work♡

Thank you so much! I hope your knee gets better and that it wasn’t too painful! The brothers would all be panicking in their own way but I agree, Mammon would faint or something lmao.

Hope this was OK.

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The Brothers with an MC who fell and scraped their knee:

Lucifer:

-It was a miracle you managed to convince him to come out on a walk with you at all

-The man doesn’t know when to take a break from his work

-He’s more likely to accept if it’s you asking tho, he has an obvious soft spot for you

-The others call him a suck up behind his back because of it

-You were so happy that you managed to pry Lucifer away from his desk, you were basically skipping alongside him

-Long story short, you tripped over your own two feet and fell

-Luckily, your knees and palms were the only things that got a bit scruffy

-Well, actually your right knee looked as if someone tried removing your entire knee cap with a scalpel, skin and all but adrenaline was kicking in and you couldn’t feel much

-You’ve never seen Lucifer freeze the way he did then

-His mind just drew a blank

-You were about to shrug it off and call it a day, get up and continue your walk but daddy Lucifer can’t have that

-He has six younger brothers (and a younger sister at some point) he is pretty experienced when it comes to treating injuries

-You aren’t walking for the rest of the day, let me make this clear

-He will carry you back to the House of Lamentation no matter how much you protest

-In case it wasn’t obvious already, Lucifer gives off massive dad vibes and now he’s bandaging your leg while you’re laying down on his bed

-While the rest of the brothers watch the two of you from behind the door frame because they are all equally worried

-Get ready for the three hour lecture coming your way

-He’s pissed and amused at the same time tbh

-Silly human, falling over like that and hurting themselves

-Lord Diavolo forbid you try to get out of that bed, he will drag you back and make sure you stay there until your knee is better (kinky)

Mammon:

-He was on his merry way to the casino to blow off all of Lucifer’s money and you tagged along solely for the purpose of making sure he didn’t spend all of Lucifer’s money

-You’d both be done for if he did

-But I guess fate really had it out for you on that day since your foot slipped on....something and you tripped

-Both of your knees looked bloody and damaged as hell but you were more irritated than anything

-Mammon on the other hand did a fucking double take and almost passed out

-He screeched his lungs out

-One look at your injured knees and he was ready to drag you all the way to the human realm on foot to find you a doctor

-“MC ARE YOU OK WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH BLOO-HOLY SHIT STAY STILL DON’T MOVE! THE GREAT MAMMON WILL FIX THIS...SOMEHOW.”

-It was very dramatic, he cried

-You stood up to prove that you were alright because you thought he was going to have a seizure soon enough

-OK, that helped him calm down a little

-At least now he knew your legs weren’t about to get torn off and you weren’t on the verge of death

-Fuck the casino, you were going home

-Like Lucifer, don’t expect you will walk home by yourself

-He will carry you, a bit embarrassed by his initial freak out but still eyeing your wound, concerned

-As soon as you get home and the other brothers help you out because he’s shit at bandaging, he just sits in his own pool of misery and guilt

-Your poor knees wouldn’t be so jacked up if you hadn’t come along with him today

-He was so determined to make it up to you, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal puppy with a wagging tail (flashback to the animal event)

-Overall, he almost went into cardiac arrest and was too panicked to realise you were fine

-You thought he was smothering and overprotective before? Good luck for the rest of the week

Levi:

-“See, this is why I don’t like going out. There’s always some normie laying on the groun- OH MY LORD DIAVOLO, MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU OK?”

-HIS HENRY ALMOST DIED ON THE NEWLY POLISHED FLOOR OF AN ANIME CONVENTION, HE HAS VERY MIXED EMOTIONS

-You fell knees first and hurt them quiet badly but you could stand, even if the pain made you twitch a little

-This confused Levi because you looked fine even though your knees certainly didn’t

-You told him you felt alright and it wasn’t that big of a deal and he absolutely rolled with it

-But you guys still went home after that

-He said it was because you bled all over your cosplay but that’s just him being a tsundere

-Levi is usually very shy when it comes to physical contact but he firmly insisted that he help you walk home

-I mean, he knows you said you were feeling OK and maybe humans just have a lot of tolerance for injuries like that

-But he still felt it was necessary that he took you home and checked out your injuries

-He kept the mood light while disinfecting you’re wound with some help from Satan by talking about how the convention went

-High low-key relieved seeing you walk around like normal two minutes after that

-He started bitching to you about how you made him miss his the event but he didn’t mean any of it

-“Stupid normie, making me miss my favourite Ruri-chan event. You’re lucky I love you and think you’re cute....did I just say that out loud??”

Satan:

-Oh dear, why would you go out for a walk in the middle of a rainstorm? What were you thinking?

-Actually, it was Satan’s idea

-He may be a demon and the prince of Wrath no less, but he is such a sappy, cheesy bastard at times

-He definitely thinks that walking and kissing in the rain is very romantic (bet he read something like that in an erotica)

-You know what’s not romantic blondie? Slipping on a very small puddle and potentially fracturing your leg

-It was just a scraped knee but you were frustrated enough to be extra

-He’s helping you up before you even have the chance to realise you fell in the first place

-Your knee was looking pretty bad so you guys went home just to avoid any further casualties

-He’s actually chuckling all the way back while you playfully glare at him because how dare he laugh at your misery?

-Date night was ruined but at least he got to take care of you

-He knew your knee must have hurt and he felt bad but he couldn’t help but giggle a bit to himself because your fall was so comical

-Ah but he does enjoy fussing over you for the rest of the night a bit too much

Asmo:

-You thought Mammon was melodramatic?

-Take a look at this fucking guy

-He actually screeches even louder than his brother and probably falls to his knees too (but not really because those pants were expensive)

-His screams definitely got the attention of at least 10 random passerbyers

-He’s actually on the verge of crying

-I mean, can you blame him?? Look at your beautiful knees!! They were ruined

-He felt so bad for you, he actually babied the hell out of you that day

-“Asmo, it’s fine. It’s just a scrap.”

-“A SCRAP, MC IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR KNEE IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF YOUR POOR SKIN-“

-It was just a scrap but Asmo’s secret talent is being extra as fuck

-He totally spilled all the tea to the rest of the brothers when he got home

-And then he ushered you into his room

-Funnily enough, he’s pretty good with injuries. Not as much as Satan and Lucifer but still

-He pampered you for the next few hours but that image of your skin being all grazed like that will forever haunt him

-How can you not be so bothered by it?? He’d die if he was in your place

-I love Asmo just because of how dramatic he is

Beel:

-Your shoelaces were undone and of course that meant a fun little trip to the floor of Hell’s Kitchen

-Beel didn’t notice you fell at first, he was concentrating on his food and assumed you were next to him

-But then he realised that you weren’t and for a moment he thought you disappeared or something

-Before he turned to find you laying on the floor, curled up because life was pain and you were suffering

-“Are you OK? Or are you just tired? Belphie does that a lot when he’s tired.” Or depressed one might say

-But for real, he’s good at identifying serious wounds and less serious wounds since he’s an athlete

-He can tell your knees were bleeding way more than they should have from just a simple scrap

-He slinged you over his shoulder and carried you, calmly, back home, with a burger still in his hand

-He’s actually really collective and talked to you while cleaning up your injury to take your mind off the pain

-He knows humans are a little more fragile than demons so even though he knows it’s not a big deal, he can’t help but worry

-It’s kinda hard falling around him tho because chances are, he will actually catch you even if he happens to hold something

-He’s sad if you’re sad so please don’t cry he will bandage your scraped knee do you want the last bit of his burger to make you feel better?

-Comfort hugs afterwards!

-Which is awesome because Beel gives out best hugs :)

Belphie:

-Ah yes, another beautiful day at RAD

-Walking alongside with your grumpy and sleepy boyfriend when a random demon bumps into you

-Wel not bumps, more like shoves you so hard you fall down and tear the fabric of your pants

-While the dude shrugs it off and speeds away

-You were a bit pissed off because rude

-But Belphie was fucking fuming

-He felt so offended on your part

-I mean, the nerve of him

-He was tired as shit but he wanted to chase after him and throw hands, possibly fill his pillow with rocks and hit him over the head with it

-He forced himself to focus on you first before hunting the moron down

-He was a bit concerned when he didn’t see you come back up after you fell

-Turns out, you scraped your knee pretty horribly and now you were bleeding all over the floor

-He’s even more quiet than usual as he helps you up and half carries you to your next class

-He starts taking care of your knee in the middle of DevilDom history he doesn’t give a flying fuck

-He’s still furious by the time he gets home and most of his brothers know to leave him be when he makes that scary ass face

-No talk to him

-He angy

-“Does your knee still hurt?”

-“A bit but it’s not-“

-“Come nap with me.”

-“Why?”

-“Naps shall cure your pain.”

-“...”

-“Nah but for real come take a nap with me.”

-Next day at school, the dude from yesterday walks by him and Belphie smashes his head against the wall

-Before walking away as if nothing happened

-I stan protective Belphie

These HCs are really bad but I love them anyway

Al~

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

This is a bit random, but could you do some headcannons for Armin encouraging his S/O to finish their meals? I absolutely love food dont get me wrong, but sometimes I'll get super anxious about eating lunch or dinner for absolutely no reason. I feel like Armin would be the absolute best advocate for his S/O's health!

I don't usually skip turns in doing requests but this one seemed really important, so of course I'd love to do that💛

And hey don't worry, you don't have to feel like you owe me a explanation or a justification for why. I've been there, i know how hard it can get and how even your favourite food seems too much and there is a sour taste in your mouth.

Mental illness sucks man, but we have to cope with it in any way we can. And Armin would 100% help you with that! He'd love and care for you and your health so much!

Armin encouraging you to eat HC

{ Armin x reader | tw:eating problems tw: anxiety | comfort | modern }

{ "Still Life of Oranges" 1863 by Rafael Romero Barros 1832-1895 }

First thing first, Armin would never ever try to pressure you into finishing a meal or guilt trip you. He understands the struggle, he wouldn't try to lecture nor criticise you.

Yes he's concerned and worried, yes he got sad thinking about how your health will suffer. And yet he knows there is a much bigger reason behind it, that you're an adult with complex emotions and not a child being stubborn. He'd never force you nor blame it on you.

Instead he'll be understanding, paitent and supportive. He will make it clear that he's here for you, that he cares about you and he believes in you.

that he’ll be there in whatever way you need, whenever you’re ready. He'll listen without judgment if you're willing to talk about it.

He'd just gently express his concern over your health instead of trying to offer solutions or lecture you. He will remind you how much he loves you, how much he wants to help if you allow him.

Instead he'd just be there with you, have breakfast in bed, spend lunch time together, maybe go out for dinner. He'll eat with you and wait for you to finish your food while telling you a whole lot of interesting stories.

He knows it's not a simple as it seems, that saying "just eat" won't solve anything and it actually belittles the whole experience.

Armin wouldn't allow anyone to say that to you.

Maybe give you a bite or two of his own food, feeding it to you and giving you a small kiss after.

And if you can't finish your food still, don't worry! He reassures you that you don't have to finish it in one setting, you can just take the plate with you or save it for some time later and gradually finish it.

He'd reheat it for you each time, wanting you to have warm food with something to drink.

Armin would also suggest dividing it into small bite sized servings, just eat this tiny bite. It would be much easier and less overwhelming! Can you take another bite for him? Just one.

Does eating fruits seem too much? It's okay! He'll just put them in a blender and make a smoothie, much easier to finish.

Having built a routine to text you daily beforehand, he'd add reminding you to eat in that text! He'd even send a picture of his own food, doing the peace sign with his hand or maybe a shy half heart and asking you to do the same.

Turns eating outside into an adventure! He'll bring you to new restaurants so both of you could try new dishes together, some from different cultures and others from different countries. He'd even get Sasha's opinions on which dishes to try, you know she knows the best restaurants in the country.

And if you don't finish a dish at a restaurant, even a really expensive one. He wouldn't be bothered at all, he'd just ask the waiter if he can take it as take out so you both could snack on it later.

When the two of you go on walks, he'd pack some sandwiches for you to enjoy while watching the ducks swim in the lake at the park, or maybe while watching the sun go down into the sea at the beach.

Additionally, he always comes back with snacks whenever he goes outside. Bringing you your favourite candy bar and drink, maybe some chips and popcorn to watch a movie together.

Being decent enough at cooking, he'd try to learn how to make your favourite food, experimenting with the seasoning and ingredients. He'd make it for you whenever you're having a rough day and your brain just won't cooperate.

He really knows how it feels, he's been there.

When serving you what he made, he'll tell you that one of the ingredients is his love, with the sweetest smile you've seen.

Tries to keep things new, like making a special day of the week dedicated for something, maybe pizza, maybe tacos, maybe sushi or maybe whatever your heart desires.

Is something stressing you out so now you lost your appetite? Armin will sit with you and let you vent and talk about it till you feel better, he will hold your hand through it and comfort you after. When he's sure you're better he'd suggest grabbing a bite.

If you're dealing with anxiety, he'll share his own experience and can relate to you. He'll be so understanding and non judgemental because he knows just how hard it is.

Makes it a habit more than it already was to remind me how much he loves you, he adores you, all of you.

How much you brighten his day, how much he smiles just at the mention of your name, how many times a day he can't help but think about you.

To him the definition of beauty begins with your name, you're absolutely beautiful to the core and he believes it in his soul.

Armin is a pacifist but he will fight for his beliefs, and that's one of them.

{ Note: I just finished wirting this and I'm going to go get something to eat rn, so if you grab a bite while reading this then we would be eating together, and I'd love to eat with a friend💛 }

[vanilla-vivillon]

Part two of Zoyalai kid as promised

Here’s part one- https://dablackdahlia.tumblr.com/post/650586205772201984/the-black-dahlia

Massive row spoilers

Prince Mycanae Juris Nazyalensky( My Kuh Nay Uh) was turning one years old

It was suprising how quickly he grew up

To Nikolai at least

For Zoya, who adored her son couldn’t wait for him to get older

For one thing while the baby didn’t cry to much at night (whitch was a blessing from the saints)

He couldn’t be Grisha tested

Most ravkans were tested around the age of seven though it varies

Myca was far to young

It was decided when he turned four he would be tested

And so the country was forced to wait four long years

Three more years to go Zoya thought to herself

Myca was an easy baby

That was what his doctors said

He barely if ever cried in the night and was sociable enough

Unlike Genya and David’s son Forrest Kostyk who from all of Zoyas interactions and everything Genya and David mentioned he was a nightmare

Constantly screaming

Hates to eat everything

And now that His teeth were a big enough size he started biting

She had gotten lucky

But Nikolai and her started talking about having more kids

And Zoya found she wanted more aswell

Nikolais pitch however would be far to amusing for her to not listen to

“Come on Zoya only children are the freaks in the playground!” Nikolai said gesturing incredulously

They just gotten Myca put to bed and were having much needed glasses of wine

He needed his rest for his birthday tomorrow

Even though they could’ve had many nannies take care of him that night, neither of them wanted that

Nikolai grew up like that and he wasn’t as close to his mother because of it.

Not to mention the old king was scarce most of his early upbringing

Zoya didn’t want that for Myca either

Of course with all of there duties they had to get some help but they always, always, made sure they put him to bed in the room across from there’s

“Nikolai I’m an only child” zoya retorted

“Touché, but what if something were to happen that Myca couldn’t become king? We would need another option!” Nikolai threw back

Nikolai having another realization

“Plus, it would’ve really helped me growing up to have a good sibling”

This was something Zoya thought about aswell

As a girl she wished for a baby sister

And so did her mother

Sabina had four miscarriages

The last one was the worst

She was safely in the third trimester when it happened

Sabina was distraught for weeks

And when she finally came to, she was different

Harder

Sadder

Meaner

And a couple years later marching Zoya down an aisle

“You know I’m already convinced Nikolai right?” Zoya laughed tired of this charade

Before Myca was born Zoya thought she’d have one

One child

One heir

But she had changed her mind and wanted more

Nikolai showed her a dazzling smile “perfect” he said with a kiss

Zoyas second pregnancy was different

Her morning sickness wasn’t as bad as her first

But a new thing has arrived

cravings

She was consuming unhealthy amounts of Ravkan chocolates

But nonetheless the baby’s due date was July eighth

The date came and passed

But it was nothing to be worried about

There was a lot of moments where they were like “this Is it, the babies coming” then nope

Zoya was 43 weeks pregnant

The baby would be post term

Nikolai would say this is a sign that this child was going to Be late for everything

A difference when Myca was born on the exact due date

But in the middle of the night July twenty second Zoya went into Labor

There second child was Prince Nazariy (Nah-Zuh-ree) Dominik Nazyalensky

He had Brown skin almost darker then Zoya’s and black hair

But it was his eyes that captivated people

He had sectoral heterochromia

His Blue eyes like his Mothers had parts of brown (example below)

They decided on his middle name after Nikolais friend Dominick after some rigorous debate

Zoya wanted to continue with Saint middle names

Nikolai argued Juris was a personal friend

In the end with Nikolais charisma he won

His name Nazariy was actually found in a simple baby book

While Mycanae was in old ravkan and they liked the nickname Myca

They were much more lax with there second son

They eventually decided to have four kids but wanted to wait until Myca would get tested before having there next two children

Time skip three years because your girl can’t detail everything

Myca was four years old and today was the day

He was dressed in his best clothes

What would happen is he would go up in front of the entirety of the Ravkan nobility and other ambassadors and such and would get tested

Zoyas power still couldn’t sense anything in him or Nazariy, but a couple months prior Forrest Kostyk was revealed to be an Alkemi

It seemed that when the grisha first used there ability it activates something and typically Zoya could sense it

Because now Zoya could see Forrest as an Alkemi easily

So while she couldn’t sense anything in her sons that didn’t mean there was nothing there

Zoya and Nikolai had finally gotten most of the details finished and it was them, Nazariy and Myca, and the triumvirate working out some details in the meeting room

Well, Nazariy was pretending he was a squaller by blowing on some paper

And Myca was clearly trying to convince him that wasn’t how it worked

It seemed Myca hadn’t quite grasped his two year old little brother couldn’t care less about what he thought

A fact that would never change over the years

“I don’t understand why we don’t just test him right here right now?” Adrik insisted for the ninth time “less risk”

“And then what if he turns out to be Grisha but presented before the nobility nothing happens? The grisha test only works when they just start out” Tamar responded

“It could still work in front of the nobility” Adrik insisted

“And if all else fails we can just tell him to summon a gust” Tolya added

Tolya was fiercely protective of the boys

It probably started when a couple months ago Myca showed a vague interest in his favorite Poet and the friendship bloomed

“Tolya most summoners can’t summon until days of practice” Leoni interjected “Plus, we’ve made plans on all outcomes and it’s to late to change them now, look on the bright si-”

“Nazariy spit that out!” Zoya interupted

Apparently the little hellhound put one of David’s nails in his mouth

Nazariy, learning his mother wasn’t to be trifled with quickly on, spit it out

Back to the conversation they started on a topic healthy debated

“There’s no way the kid is Grisha!” Adrik started on

“But Adrik he hasn’t gotten sick. And Grisha dont get sick to!” Leoni countered

This back and forth started since Zoya announced her pregnancy

It was a headache really

But when she turned towards the three boys who had come to mean the world to her it was all worth it

Nikolai was with the boys and was apparently taking on Nazariy’s side claiming him blowing on the paper was just as credible as Mommy’s lightning

Myca fought back and claimed any otkaxatsya could do that

It was something happening more often

Myca makes an offhand statement and Nikolai fighting the other side

It was adorable really how Mycas eyes would light up and debate with his father

Plus it would make him think more critically and would make a good king out of him

Not to mention how it really helped Nikolai and him bond

Nikolai and him had some trouble sometimes

Myca doesn’t usually respond to jokes

It seemed after his silly and rambunctious troublemaker of a brother was born he decided he would have to be serious enough for the both of them

Or at least as serious as a four year old could be

But rigourous debate on whether or not green looked good on Nazariy was something they both seemed to enjoy

And as much as Zoya wished she could watch forever it was time

Time to see if her baby boy had certain talents

Myca was scared

He was behind the door waiting to be presented before his mother, father, brother, who would all be seated on the thrones, and of course the rest of the nobility

‘People like you Myca!’ Nikolai would insist ‘there’s nothing to worry about no matter what happens!’

Myca thought he was trying to alleviate the pressure but it wasn’t working

Suddenly his que to come In was called and he walked in

Head held high and posture immaculate he waltzed through the door

The person who was testing him was the Baron of Banewood

An old man who hated nonsense, children, and Prince Nazariy since he was both of those things

He came forward and after some very boring speeches that Myca couldn’t bring himself to listen to until the Baron told him to stick out his hand

Myca complied and the baron produced a very big pin

Guess everyone wanted to be really sure he was Grisha or not

His eyes wandered to his family

Theyre faces looked calculatingly impassive

He knew it was a front

They needed to seem stable for the people

Nazariy who was standing next to the throne was having difficulties standing still

Myca felt bad for him

Half of being royalty is sitting still looking pretty

He trained his eyes back on his parents and saw his father give him a small wink

I got this, I’m prepared for the result, I can do this

As the pin was stabbed into his skin Myca felt it

That calling

That thing begging to come out whenever he saw his Mother doing something grand

Or when he really wanted his brother to leave him alone

And Myca let it overcome him

When he opened his eyes he could see the Baron knocked over and a small breeze

A firm hand clamped his shoulder

“Congratulations Mycanae” Tolya started dragging him away from the scene where the nobility were discussing the scene “Your a Squaller”

Hey so part two of the Zoyalai kid as promised. This was originally gonna be longer but then It became a 230 word monster and i cut it down and will save the rest for part three

35 likes and I’ll make part three

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Savior [Raylan Givens x reader]

Part four! Sorry this is so late. Also sorry it’s kinda short. Gender neutral reader as always :D also I finally realized a good ending to this series, there might be only a few more parts left

Summary: Raylan finds out why you’re in Kentucky. And it seems that you’re the calm before the storm.

Word count: 1,446

Warnings: Alludes to sexy times but its skipped over (i dont write smut, sorry)

part three

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You were forced into protection by the U.S. Marshall service the morning after the attack. Raylan didn’t give you much of a choice. The unanswered question still lingered in the air. 

You never answered him. You’ve been dead silent since the night before. It was starting to give him a headache. Actually, maybe that was the hangover.

Raylan was pacing around his workspace, waiting for your interview with his coworkers to end. He didn’t have the opportunity to sit in on the interview since Art said it was a conflict of interest.

Eventually, Rachel and Tim left the conference room simultaneously. You stayed in your seat while thinking over everything. Raylan wanted to go and comfort you but he needed answers.

The look in his eyes was enough for Rachel to skip past him, throwing some excuse to grab a coffee. Tim attempted to do the same but Raylan placed a hand on his coworker’s chest and stopped him in his place.

“Why are they here?” Tim remained silent. “Tim-” He said slowly, keeping his eyes on the ground- “If I don’t know why they’re here... Then I can’t help them. Any information you give me can save their life.”

The deputy looked to the side and sighed, “They’re in Kentucky because of some sort of family thing.”

“Family thing?”

Tim met his friend’s eyes, “They’re distantly related to the Crowder’s. They suspect that Bo Crowder is after them.”

Raylan was frozen where he stood. His eyes flickered to you in the conference room. The rim of his hat barely hid his deadly glance. 

You were messing with a dent on the table. You could feel his stare. All you wanted to do was melt away forever.

“Alright,” Raylan held his composure. “I’m taking them out of town.”

“Art knew you would say that. I’m coming with you.”

The majority of the car ride was silent and Tim could feel the tension in the air. As he sat in the passenger’s seat, his eyes would dart between you and Raylan.

You were comfortable in the backseat. Tim was kind enough to get you coffee from the office, as crappy as it was. As usual, you were unnervingly calm.

Raylan tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, biting down on his lower lip. Everything he wanted to let out he held in for as long as he could.

The two marshalls came to the conclusion that it would be best if you stayed at Raylan’s motel. Your room was next door and easy access for both of them. But the three of you stayed in Raylan’s room for the time being. You still never spoke.

“Well, I’m gonna turn in,” Tim stood. “Raylan, are you taking the bed or will you be a gracious host?”

Raylan threw a playful glare at his coworker and gestured towards the bed. You stood from your seat across from him.

“I’ll walk you back to your room,” Raylan stood up quicker than any bullet shot from his gun. You held up a hand to stop him but he followed anyway.

“Goodnight, Raylan,” You said, facing the doorway and clutching the knob. Raylan flipped you around by the shoulder, keeping you against the wooden frame.

“What is the matter with you?”

“Excuse me?” You stared at him with a certain harshness. His brown eyes were desperate.

“You’re- ...You’re insane! You’re completely insane, (Y/n),” Raylan whined. “Someone is after you and you’re sitting like a duck. A duck waiting to be shot.”

“I am not a duck, Raylan.”

“You know that’s not the point,” He stuck his finger at you.

"Then what is the point?”

Raylan’s voice went up in volume. “The point is that you’re not afraid!” 

“Why should I be?” You matched his voice.

“Because you could die!” Raylan lifted his hands as if he was about to cup your face but didn’t. His large hands dropped while he stared at the floor, trying to wipe the stress off of his face. 

“The fact is you nearly died,” He talked slowly. “...And with your lack of a response to the situation... I am inclined to believe that you’re not bothered by that fact.”

It took a while for you to respond.

“I’m not.”

“Why?” He whined. “Why in the world are you okay with that?”

You looked away from his face, afraid of what you could say when staring into his eyes. “I’m not okay with it. It’s just... complicated.”

“Try me.”

You looked back at him after a moment passed. It dawned on you that he hadn’t stopped staring at you in the past thirty-six hours. Like you would vanish at any second.

The Kentucky breeze flew by your figures. A cool comparison to the heat your bodies shared. 

Raylan was so worried. You hated to see him like this. If he knew the truth, would it make everything better or worse?

You drew a long sigh and pushed Raylan onto the outdoor furniture on the porch. His hard gaze remained.

“Assuming you know I’m related to the Crowder’s,” You began. “Only distantly... But not distant enough.”

“I’m aware of the Crowders,” Raylan said. “I didn’t know you were from Harlan.”

“I’m not,” You said. “Not really. My parents had me in Louisiana, but when I was three I moved to Kentucky. In another small town not far from Harlan... We visited often.”

You scratched your forearm, suddenly nervous. Raylan had never seen you like this. You continued.

“Long story short, my parents got involved in the drug business that Bo Crowder was in charge of. They never repaid their debts and...” You could feel yourself tearing up. “Now they’re gone. They had someone sent up to Oregon to off them... Honestly, the Crowder’s have been tormenting my life since.”

You didn’t dare look him in the eye as he placed a comforting hand on your back. 

“I figured I would just get it over with... I have no money to spare so-”

“So you just offer yourself up... Like- like... Some sort of sacrifice?” Raylan stared at you wildly.

“I have nothing to lose, Raylan,” You met his furious eyes. “I have nothing left in my life. The only family I had left in the world is gone.”

All Raylan could do was stare at you. He watched as silent tears trickled down your cheeks. He inched towards your figure and inclined his head to place a subtle kiss on your cheek, where the tear streaks ran.

You looked at him dumbfounded and found yourself unable to speak. Raylan gently kissed your other cheek, then continued to do this until his lips met yours. They were hesitant. Gentle. You leaned into his body, finally allowing him in. 

Your hands lifted to his cheeks. You could feel the stubble on his skin as you inhaled his scent. He tasted like whiskey but smelled like Cypress. 

Somewhere along the lines of this, you found yourself pressed against the cushiony duvet of your motel bed. Raylan’s large hands trailed all over your body as you did your best to rip off his extra clothing. 

By the end of the night, you both were cozied under the covers. Raylan’s grasp on you was tight. With one arm under and another over your torso, his head rested comfortably on your own, you stayed in a spooning position. Neither of you spoke for a long time but remained awake.

“I’m here,” Raylan finally said.

You hummed in response, too tired to speak. 

“You said everyone was gone... Well... I’m here,” His southern drawl was deep and full of compassion. 

“Raylan...”

“No, no... You had your time to speak,” He said. “...You know... I’ve been running around this damned state for weeks. Hell of a lot longer before you came along.”

You stayed silent.

“And I get it. I know how easy it is to give up. I don’t love it here, not as much as the next person,” He chuckled. “But laying eyes on you, that day we met... Life felt a little different in Kentucky. I found myself involuntarily looking for you... How weird is that?”

You gave a tiny laugh, holding Raylan’s hand against your beating heart. “Kinda weird...”

He sighed, “Then I saw you in that bar again. For a split second, it was like I could breathe. It was like I was drowning and you were the breath of fresh air.”

Taking in Raylan’s words, you didn’t say a thing. You slowly kissed his fingertips before falling into a deep sleep. When your breathing steadied, Raylan nestled his face into the crook of your neck. He slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.