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Sorry if you've answered this! In the Scarlet x Violet, Ansy and Ikirit are in the uniforms which implies they are taking classes there. Is there a reason they decided to?
Also if they instead were going to teach a course there, what course do you think each of them would teach?
(Hey, NP! Part of your question involves something that didnât make it in the Scarlet x Violet highlights post anyways - gives me an excuse to share it! ^_^)
For your first question, I sorta answered in the last panel of one of the multi-panel comics I made for SxV:
When Ansy & Ikrit were separated & ended up on the Scarlet & Violet timelines respectively, they could still keep in touch via their Rotom Phones for a mysterious reason that may or may not show up again in DxP - they figured out their situation together, & decided to go to Naranja / Uva Academy. There, their respective Director Clavel offered a place at his Academy in order to make them less conspicuous, & seeing as there are literal senior citizens in class with the player (canonically about middle-school aged), their being in their 30âs wasnât that odd lol. XD
As for your second question, meet Ms. Ansy & Mr. Ikrit (& helpers!)
Going off what the mister & I majored in school, Ansy wouldâve worked under Professor Hassel in Art while Ikrit would just straight teach Astrophysics (&/or Astronomy, as Ikrit canonically works for a meteoriticist). As Ms. Ansy assists in a pretty hands-off subject that already has a very capable professor (honestly, she probably would just sub when heâs serving as a member of the Elite 4), she could easily make her way around Paldea between classes. Mr. Ikrit had a similar arrangement, but for a different reason: as his subject is very specific & very advanced, he doesnât have a lot of students, & so would have plenty of free time to solve Paldeaâs mysteries.
Honestly I really wish we had an option to be students or not, or at least not have to wear school uniforms - felt very kid-coded, & if we didnât have to have uniforms, we couldâve used our imaginations. At least I got to use it for a joke eventually lol XD
#DxP Ask#pokemon#scarlet and violet#paldea#teachersona#vaporeon#glaceon#such good helpers#Rain would be happy to demonstrate watercolors#Ms. Ansy could likewise teach about traditional mediums but maybe she could concentrate on digital ones for contrast?#Mr. Ikrit would happily go on about extraterrestrial & meteorite Pokemon etc.#Sasha would have to remind him of the time lol#Geez this art is oldâŠmust suppress need to redo itâŠ!
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!
hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!
beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol
pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader
wc: 9.1k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)
have fun ;)
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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that youâve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Erenâs ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music heâs blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.
âCome on, Eren. Itâs just one night!â
âAnd what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly âbreak upâ?â Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.
âI just canât face him alone,â you sigh, âitâs only been four months and Sasha told me heâs hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I havenât even had a drunken makeout at the bar.â
âSo? Just because Jeanâs been whoring around doesnât mean you have anything to prove.â Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.
âYouâre my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.â
âWho would even believe us? Itâs not like itâs a huge party- we know everyone going.â
You cock an eyebrow. âHow many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connieâs been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other dayââ
âFine!â
âFine?â
âFine. Iâll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,â Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, âIâm going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.â
He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your âdateâ. Heâs in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she wonât consider you to have downgraded, thatâs for sure.
You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.
You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Erenâs typical attire âjust to be cuteâ. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but youâve already gotten everything lined up, and itâs too late for regret.
Itâs far too late for hindsight, too; youâre already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if youâre my fake girlfriend, youâre getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Eren parallel parks smoothly on Arminâs quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friendsâ cars. Itâs Connieâs birthday, but Armin always hosts. Itâs an unspoken rule at this point; you arenât sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.
When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic heâs had since high school. âYou ready?â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. âOw!â
âI open the door, remember?â Eren says, visibly annoyed.
You roll your eyes at him.âIsnât this a bit much?â
âYou think Iâm going to be caught dead letting my âgirlfriendâ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.â
You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. âFine.â
If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.
As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than youâre willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Erenâs fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. âWe better pull this off.â
âItâll be fine, just follow my lead.â Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Arminâs bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.
âHiâŠguys?â Arminâs friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Arminâs wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Arminâs intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.
âSup, âmin?â Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Arminâs shoulder.
âCome on in.â Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesnât outright ask why Erenâs holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.
Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connieâs favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Arminâs recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Arminâs bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that thereâs only one unoccupied seat left in the room.
âMy two favorite lovebirds!â Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sashaâs impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand thatâs closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. âYou guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?â
âLaying it on a little thick, Sash,â you whisper into Sashaâs ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.
âWhat?â Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. âHow long has that been a thing?â
You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explainâ
âJust a few weeks.â The still-strange weight of Erenâs arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Erenâs quite the actor.
âYeah,â you jump in, grateful for Erenâs lead, âwe just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, thatâs all.â
âSasha knew.â Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.
âItâs about time.â Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. âGood for you guys.â
You canât help yourself, finally meeting Jeanâs eyes. Heâs openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.
âThanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,â Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.
The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; youâve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jeanâs comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.
âNot your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.â You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. Itâs been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.
âAnyway,â Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, âwhat bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.â
The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the eveningâs next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter whoâs around.
âI need a drink,â you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.
âDo you mind getting me one, babe? Donât want to lose our seat.â Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jeanâs eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.
Over the years youâve been friends with him, itâs never been lost on you that Erenâs attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like youâre seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jawâs grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and heâs your best friend and now fake boyfriendâ you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.
âWant me to make you one?â Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. âConnie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you canât taste any of it!â
One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. Youâve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sashaâs offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. âUmâŠno, thatâs okay Sash. Iâll probably just stick to beer.â
Connie sticks his tongue out at you. âBoring!â
Predictably, Sasha pouts. âOkay, but weâre definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?â
Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who canât pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.
âFine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and Iâll meet you in there.â
âUgh, couples,â Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. Youâve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you canât blame him.
Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Dazeâs between Reiner and Bertholdtâs domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.
You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Erenâs behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.
âHowâs it going?â Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.
âI mean, it seems like everyoneâs buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.â
âWhat were you expecting? Heâs always thought Eren had a thing for you.â
âEveryone thinks Eren has a thing for me,â you roll your eyes, âat least itâs working in my favor now.â
Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. âIf you donât think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.â
âSashaââ
âI mean, even if you hadnât told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That itâs just natural for you two toââ Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. âJust makes ya think.â
âSasha!â Connie calls from the living room. âLetâs do Eye of the Tiger first!â
âWoo!â Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.
You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sashaâs observations. The truly irritating thing is that sheâs entirely right. Not only do Erenâs little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feelsâŠnice. Itâs as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connieâs amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.
Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jeanâs angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annieâs nodding along with whatever Erenâs saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you arenât exempt from.
Youâd met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldnât stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charmingâ to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series youâd been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?
He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.
âMissed you,â he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
âYou too,â you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Erenâs eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, itâs impossible to discern if itâs part of the act, or Eren being himself.
His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldnât help but wonder how theyâd feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on yourâ
Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.
The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but heâs still Eren.
âTheyâre practically in sync already.â Hitch, Marcoâs girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.
âItâs a little freaky,â Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. Thatâs enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyoneâs just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.
Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.
âIâll go talk to him,â Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.
âEren, I donât know if you should-â
âItâs fine,â Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasaâs eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Erenâs walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.
Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are âtalkingâ. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.
âAre you alright?â The question comes from Armin, whoâs placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. âIâm sorry that Jean isnât taking the news well.â
âThereâs no news,â Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.
A neat little cross appears between Arminâs eyebrows. âTheyâre-â
âFaking,â she interrupts Armin, âthey arenât dating.â
Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. âHowâd you know?â
âOne of you would have told me,â she shrugs, âor at least Iâd like to think you would.â
âItâs justâŠI couldnât bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.â You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. Itâs your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.
âWhy would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,â Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, âI- I donât mean youâre silly, just, you shouldnât-â
âYou know.â Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.
A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.
Eren has Jean pinned up against Arminâs cabinets, forearm tight against the other manâs neck. Jeanâs still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Erenâs eyes.
âNeed to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschsteinââ
âEren!â Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. âLet him go!â
âDo you want to tell her what you said, or should I?â Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jeanâs eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.
He spits directly in Erenâs face.
Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jeanâs cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reinerâs shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.
âItâs my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!â Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.
âJaeger- back off!â Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, whoâs struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.
âMaybe we should leave,â he suggests awkwardly, âtake the party elsewhere.â
You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.
âWe are,â he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.
âEren, waitââ you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but itâs fruitless. Erenâs strong, stronger than you, and you donât stand a chance stopping him now that his mindâs made up.
He doesnât drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; itâs more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isnât taking you to your house, but to his. What heâs thinking, you canât be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just canât wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like thatâ Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.
Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Erenâs faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.
âThe fucking child lock button?â You leap out of your seat once heâs opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. âIs that what I am, Eren, a child?â
âCome inside.â Erenâs voice is low, dangerous. Youâre too angry to indulge his temper.
âNo,â you snap, âIâm going home.â
No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. âCome inside.â
You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you arenât sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.
âCome inside, please,â Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide youâll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least itâll catch him off guard, and youâll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.
Whether Erenâs house smells like him or Eren smells like his house youâve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily itâs a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. Youâre more than ready, fists shaking by your side.
âWhat the hell was that, Eren?â
He doesnât answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.
âAnswer me!â Your voice rattles the cabinets. âYeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connieâs birthdayââ
âYou didnât hear what he said,â Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.
âWhat could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had toââ
âIt was about you.â Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.
Your heart stutters. âYouâ what did he say?â
âTold me if I wanted to taste your âslutty pussyâ so bad, I could just smell his breath. Sâwhy he spit in my face.â Erenâs fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.
Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. âHeâŠhe said that?â
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd been fucking him?â Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.
âExcuse me?â
âDonât play dumb,â Eren snaps, âthis whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?â
âI havenât been fucking him,â you hiss, âhe lied because he was jealous. And youâre not some toy, youâreâ youâre my best friend. I needed you.â
Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years youâve known him, heâs never looked at you like this before, not once. âSay it again.â
âYouâre myââ
âThe other thing.â
âI needed you.â
âAgain.â
âI neededâ fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?â
He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. Heâs forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. âSay it one more time.â
âIâŠneeded you,â you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologneâ when did he start wearing cologne?â musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.
âI like the way you say that,â his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. âThat you need me.â
Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.
âDo you still?â
âStill?â
âNeed me.â
You blink, eyes still watery. âHow?â
âYouâre a smart girl,â Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, âyou know. Youâve always known.â
You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.
âI still need you. Now.â
Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Heâs kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. Itâs all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.
âThis shirt is ridiculous,â Eren pants into your mouth, âwish I wasnât about to rip it off of you.â
A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Erenâs chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; heâs big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.
His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. âIâm going to take you to my room. If thatâs not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.â
You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. âI want it- want you.â
Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.
Oh, and do you watch. Itâs difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. Youâve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.
Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.
âCareful, Erenâ youâll leave marks,â you gasp, pulling at his hair.
âGood,â Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, âyou wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didnât you? Let them see.âÂ
Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, âwhat you do to me. How long Iâve wanted you.â
Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Erenâs confession and the way youâre clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.Â
âRememberâŠâ Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, âremember college? When youâd wear those slutty little dresses out?â
âI remember,â you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.
âUsed to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,â Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, âcould practically see it in those short ass dresses. Iâd cum thinking about how youâd sound when I stuck my tongue in it.â
A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Erenâs pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes heâs making across your clit are making you dizzy.
âFuckâŠâ Eren trails off, eyes wide, âgot such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.â
âEren, please,â youâve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.
âIâve got you,â he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. âSo fucking sweet. Knew you would be.â
Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Erenâs no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.
He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; heâs teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you donât even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.
Eren chuckles. âYou need something?â
âStop fucking with me,â you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.
âYou want me to stop fucking with you?â
âPlease, Eren, I need youââ
âThatâs all you had to say.â
And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like heâs trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds youâve ever heard slipping from your mouth. Heâs so good, better than youâve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.
Just when you think it canât get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.
âMy girl likes being full, doesnât she?â He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.
âM-more,â you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.
âWhat was that?â You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
âI needâ fuckâ I need more.â
âMagic word?â
âPlease, Eren, fuck!â
âGood, good girl,â he coos, pushing another finger into you, âso sweet and needy for me, yeah?â
Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.
âW-what are youâ oh,â you hate yourself for it, but you canât even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; itâs just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but itâs more intense, wetter than youâve ever felt it.Â
âClose?â
âMhm,â you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where youâre pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. âBut it- it feels weirdâŠI, I canâtââ
âSh,â he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, âyou can do it, just for me, I know you can. Itâs going to feel so good, youâll see.â
Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need toâ
âCum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.â
The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Erenâs face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You canât even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.
âYou have the messiest little cunt,â Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, âknew you were a squirter.â
He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.Â
âIâIâve neverâŠâ you take a shaky breath in between every word, ânever done that before.â
Pride illuminates his face. âReally? I knew you could do itâ just for me, right?â
You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. âYour cock, Iâ I want it in my mouth. Please let me.â
You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. âNext time. Iâd never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.â
Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. Heâs big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldnât touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.
Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. âChrist,â he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.
âPlease, Eren- oh!â You jump; Erenâs circling your asshole, using the mess youâve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. âErenâŠâ
âYouâd let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,â he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. âMaybe next time, then.â
You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.
âOh, baby,â Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, ânever gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.â
âEren, itâs soâ oh my god,â you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.
âFuck,â he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, âyou feel so fucking good. Best Iâve ever had.â
You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; youâre just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.
And when he rolls his hips into yoursâ you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.
âNever giving this pussy up,â Eren grunts above you, ânever letting you give this to anybody else again. Itâs mine, isnât it?â
You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. Heâs picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that itâs Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.
âSay itâs mine,â his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. âGod, you look fucking incredible. Say it.â
âMyâŠmy pussy is,â you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, âyours. Itâs yours.â
âThatâs my girl,â Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, âmy pussy, my girl. Isnât that right?â
âYes,â you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.
Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. Itâs toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.
You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, heâs studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. Thereâs a moment happening here, an important one, one you donât have the mental capacity to absorb right now.
âI want to see you now,â Eren says quietly, âneed to see your pretty face when I cum, mâkay?â
You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.
Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Erenâs pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.
You stare into Erenâs eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. Itâs a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.
âYour other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?â
âHeâs not my-â
âBetter not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,â Erenâs voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.
You find your words, but they come out quiet. âHeâs not. Never again.â
Erenâs grin grows darker. Heâs nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Heâs pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.
âSuch a good girl,â he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, âsuch a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.â
You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. Youâre addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.
âIâŠâ you arenât sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. âYou feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.â
âGod, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, donât you?â Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. âLove how I fuck you like a whore, donât you? Tell me, baby.â
âI love it,â your voice is quivering, and youâre vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. Youâre overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.
âMy pretty baby, youâre so fucking perfect,â Eren rambles, âso pretty when you cry for me.â
You canât break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Erenâs letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.
âGonna cum soon,â he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, âgonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?â
âOkay,â you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.
âFuck, you like that donât you?â He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. âYou want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?â
You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. âIâ I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.â
He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know itâs a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.
Itâs Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. Heâs incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.
âHoly shit,â Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, youâre overcome with the urge to smack him.
âThatâs one way of putting it.â You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadnât just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. âI should probably call Jean back.â
That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. âWhy?â
âMaybe he wants to apologize.â
Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you arenât sure where heâs taking you, but all the fightâs been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. âWho fucking cares?â
âI might,â you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize heâs carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldnât begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.
Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.
âYou donât need him,â he says, solemn as youâve ever seen him, âand from what I saw tonight, you donât even want him. You know that now, right?â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.
âI justââ
âI meant it, you know,â Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, âIâve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.â
You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. âReally?â
âWe donât need to get into it now,â he shrugs, âbut you know that. You know Iâd do anything for you. You know Iâd treat you well. âM not a bad guy.â
Your chest aches. âI know, but Erenââ
âSo that wasnât the best sex youâve ever had in your life?â He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.
âYou might have me there.â
âBetter than horseface?â
âWatch it.â
The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. âWe wonât talk about it, for now at least. Iâll get us cleaned up, and we can go watchââ
âMamma Mia,â you blurt, hopeful.
âNo fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.â
âEren!â You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.
He grins crookedly back at you. âThatâs not a no.â
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Eren Jaeger Loves Taking Photos of You
âËàŹȘâč fluff + smut - MDNI
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Eren loves taking photos of you.Â
It reminds him of the first time he saw you - on Sashaâs private snap. You were in pajamas with your hair tied up out of your face. Your hand covered your mouth, obviously mid laugh when Sasha snapped the picture. He felt like he was gut punched, maybe even a little offended Sasha never mentioned you. Why would she? He doesnât know, but he does feel betrayed. Mikasa was next to you, leaning on your shoulder for the picture. The caption: âmovie night with these girlsâ followed by a heart emoji. Maybe if he wasnât so enthralled by you he would feel shame for sliding up, asking for your socials. I mean, if you're Sasha and Mikasaâs friend, it was only a matter of time you would be his too. Whatâs the harm in speeding up the process?
The second photo was a group photo. Jean, Connie, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Eren, and of course you. The group photo wasnât his idea but he was adament it was taken on his phone. He noted you covered your smile again. He remembered making a mental note at the time that he needed to get you out of your shell.Â
More photos followed after the night he convinced you your face was nothing to hide. You two still werenât together yet, but the tension between you two wasnât going unnoticed by the group. Your legs would rub against each other when you were sat side by side with him. He found any excuse to touch you. Adjusting your fly awayâs, wiping the ice cream off your chin, whispering jokes in your ear to name a few. You did the same, shoving his shoulder when he said something cheeky. Or grabbing his biceps when walking side by side. You swore every time you grabbed him you would never get over how strong he felt. The night he told you he wished you werenât so camera shy was the night you spilled your feelings to him. How you developed later in life and that you always felt behind your peers. You grew up the odd kid and you still struggled to fathom you werenât still that awkward girl from high school. It was just the two of you on the loveseat of Armin and his shared apartment. He squeezed your thigh and his genuine eyes spoke to you before his words did. âYou are really a sight for sore eyes.â
Even as just friends you felt more loved than you had ever felt from another human being before. Because of this, it felt incredibly natural becoming his girlfriend. The flash of his phoneâs camera became more prevelant than before. He insisted taking pictures of you dressed up pretty for your dates or when you were sleeping soundly in his arms.
In the back of his mind he always knew the next step to his new hobby of photography. It came to a head one night with his hands in his pants while he panted against his pillow. His bottom lip was between his teeth and his fist was becoming sloppy imagining you spread open and allowing him to take a picture of it. Afterwards, he wouldnât be able to get it out of his head, but he was still scared to bring it up to you. He didnât want you to be uncomfortable - you had only recently stopped shying away from his lense. He couldnât ruin that for you. But the nights he pondered the mental image of you letting him capture your most delicate moments pushed him to the edge unbelievably fast. His hot cum would shoot onto his stomach and cover his hand. He used to think it was impossible for him to have such a large load until his fantasies started.Â
He decided the digital form of your naked body was a no-go. Thatâs why he bought his first polaroid. He asked for your permission of course, promising it would be kept between you and him only. He used it during the first time you went down on him. It was hard at first to lift up the camera, he was too lost in the pleasure of your tongue. Your mouth fit him perfectly even though you were nervous he would fit. He knew he would, and he knew you would make him feel this good. He massaged your jaw each time you took him deeper. His fingers lightly stroked your throat as he lined up the camera. Click. He set the photo down next to him, getting ready for the next. âLook at me sweet girl,â he cooed. Your eyes reached his. Click. Another photo joined him on the bed. You were on your knees in front of him, taking him in the back of your throat. You tasted the salty precum every time you ran your tongue against his head. His head lolled back for awhile, basking in the feeling of your tight throat. His hips moved into yours, but only lightly. He didnât want to hurt you. He wanted to wait till the end to see the developed photos but he couldnât muster the patience needed. He picked up the last one he took, your doe eyes looking at him with pure love. He groaned, professing his undying loyalty to you and your warm wet mouth. You were such a good girl, wanting to swallow his cum when he came but he knew what needed to happen. He gripped your hair and pulled you off of him, requesting you to close your eyes. He spilled his seed all over your face, cumming loud against your features. When he was done he rubbed his tip against your lips and you opened your eyes, not expecting one final click. He praised you all day about how beautiful you were. That you were meant for the camera.Â
You were most nervous for the day he wanted to take pictures of your wet pussy stuffed full with his cock. He spent an hour warming you up for it. Lapping at your clit with his tongue, using his index finger to tease the entrance of your pussy. He wouldnât give it all to you, making sure to leave restless. Restless and ready. By the time he pushed himself in you were dripping against his cock. If he wasnât so determined to photograph the moment he could have easily been lost in the bliss of your plush walls. He pushed himself as far as he could go, causing you to mewl out at how deep he was. His hand pressed down against your stomach and he snapped a picture. He allowed to lose himself for the moments it took to development. Skin slapping against skin as you gripped at his thighs. He made sure to praise you through all of it. Your pussy was heaven. You looked so sexy under him. You were such a good girl for letting him savor this for later. He pulled your legs completely over his shoulder, locking you in with one arm. The other lined up for yet another photo of his member deep inside you. He threw the camera down as it developed, going slow and sweet talking you. He needed to let you know how much he appreciated this. He reached down to play with your clit and you were quick to fall apart. You secretly loved the photos as much as he did. Seeing the ones of you taking his cock in your mouth turned you on more than you thought it would. You couldnât wait to see the ones he was taking and you came hard at the thought of being able to see you stuffed full of him. He rode you through your climax before manipulating your body onto all fours, pounding you hard, determined to cum too. âYou were made for me, huh?â He asked and you replied incoherently. Your walls gripped his length at the thought of what was to come; His semen that was about to spill into you.
He thought he would pass out once he finally saw it. His cum spilling out of your folds, you whining at the feeling. He lines up his camera one last time for the day. Click.
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Pacific Rim texting headcanons:
Pentecost has absolutely zero typos.
There's no way Chuck is a good texter he has no one to talk to beside his dad he sucks at it
Also Chuck's most used emojis are the dog one and the insulting ones lol
Mako is the queen of abbreviations she is also a smooth texter (like her dad) but with more emojis.
Raleigh was isolated from the world for years he is an awkward texter for sure. His face was priceless when he saw all the new emojis. He is an overtexter, of course.
If the Wei Tang brothers text you a voice message you CANNOT listen to it in public there's no way of knowing what it says
Newt sometimes only talks using emojis combinations that only Hermann can read.
Seriously Hermann texts are either long ass paragraphs or hand emojis kehfkfjfkfj
Bless Tenko, king of smooth texters.
The Kaidonovsky has this rule of no pics no videochats no voice messages if you don't ask first if you can't summarize what you want to say you should be calling.
Half the Jaeger Program have Newt blocked on their phones.
Hermann list of contacts is so funny he puts emojis on their names to identify even the pizza delivery guy.
Raleigh insists on keeping his old ass phone because he still has Yancy's chat there :((((
The Jaeger pilots have an official group chat only for information that Pentecost manages and no one can write but him, except when he opens it so everyone can reply understood
Then there's the unofficial Jaeger pilots. group chat that Herc cannot open when he's near Pentecost or he'd be unable to stop his laugh in time.
When the rest figure out that Chuck has like two contacts in his phone, it's over. His phone goes from a peaceful creature to the endless buzzing of a group of clowns sending him whatever.
No one complains about the group chat they have to share pics of Max btw.
Mako and Raleigh sometimes text each other in Japanese and they even forget about it so sometimes they do it in the group chats too it's adorable and annoying
There's a viral voice message of Aleksis drunk singing that Aleks doesn't know exists 'cause Sasha kept it a secret. There's a betting poll about who would accidentally mention it in front of Aleksis.
As a general, the Dome is always reminding people to please use their private phones and not the work phones when they flirt text each other please the technicians can read those
#pacific rim#pacrim#pacific rim 2013#pacrim 2013#pacrim headcanons#pacific rim headcanons#raleigh becket#chuck hansen#mako mori#stacker Pentecost#newton geiszler#hermann gottlieb#hercules hansen#sasha kaidonovsky#aleksis kaidonovsky#wei tang trio#wei tang brothers
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ÂĄCedlock week 2024!
3. Nerves
So, this was going to be a fic but I didn't have time to finish it (just start it basically lol) So I drew what I thought the rest would have been.
The morning of the jubilee, as with every major event at the castle, was quite a spectacle. The hallways bustled with servants hurrying back and forth, ensuring that every detail was nothing less than perfect, ferrying items from the kitchen to the great hall.
Two nervous sorcerers
This yearâs celebration was planned to be even grander than the last. Neighboring kingdoms, both near and far, were invited to celebrate Enchancia's anniversary with a day of attractions, dancing, and feasting. Naturally, the amount of preparation for a party of such magnitude had the staff a bit unsettled.
Even for Sofia, the morning was hectic; she had to get up early to get ready and join her family in welcoming the hundreds of guests expected that day. Still, Sofia was very excited to see her friends and spend an afternoon playing with them, as she had missed the last one. She wondered if Cedric would offer to join in again.
Smiling and greeting the staff she passed, the princess snuck through the corridors toward a certain sorcerer's tower. Her small heels echoed against the endless stairs until she finally reached the top. Pushing the door slightly open, Sofia found Cedric gazing into a mirror, muttering nonsensical things to Wormwood.
"Mr. Cedric?" she called, snapping the man out of his reverie. Cedric gave a small jump of surprise and sighed with relief upon seeing her.
âPrincess Sofia! Shouldnât you be with your family?â
Sofia was about to respond but paused as she noticed Cedricâs unusual appearance. It was rare to see him look any different from his usual violet robe and tousled bangs; however, this morning his hair was slicked back, and his robe, though only noticeable to someone paying close attention, was different, brighter than usual.
"Sofia?"
"Why is your hair styled like that?"
Cedric hesitated. During that moment of hesitation, Sofia couldnât help but think of how much the sorcerer reminded her of Baileywick, although, of course, the steward wore his hairstyle with far more elegance and tidiness than Cedric, whose rebellious strands were already starting to escape the waxâs hold.
âDoes it look bad?â he asked nervously, quickly raising his hands to his hair.
âNo! It looks nice on you, Mr. Cedric!â she assured him, watching the sorcerer undid the entire hairstyle in frustration.
With Cedric back in front of the mirror, trying to fix his hair, Wormwood sighed from his perch, covering his face with his wings in exasperation.
"For Merlinâs sake, how many times are we going to do this" the raven muttered under his breath.
âWhatâs going on?â she whispered back.
âUgh. Heâs gone crazy over that jester from Rudistanâ Wormwood grumbled.
âJester?â
âYes, that clown who calls himself a sorcererâ he replied disdainfully. âHeâs been fussing over his hair all morning to impress him. I donât get it; he was our sworn enemy, and now heâs acting all... like thisâ he said, gesturing with his wing at the nervous Cedric fussing over his hair in the mirror.
Sofia raised an eyebrow, and Wormwood sighed.
âHeâs worse than when that Sasha farce happened. I swear, if I have to hear one more minute of his babbling about him, Iâll fly off and never look back.â
âWormwood, donât bother the princessâ Cedric interrupted upon hearing the birdâs squawks, silencing him as he turned around. His hair was now back in its usual style, though it looked sleeker than usual.
âGood luck spending the whole day with himâ the raven grumbled before flying to the top of the tower, visibly annoyed.
Sofia watched him go, puzzled and thinking about what he had said. Was Mr. Cedric trying to impress someone? The sorcerer from Rudistan? She searched her memory. Last yearâs jubilee had been memorable, though not necessarily for the right reasons. The worry over losing her friend still lingered in her mind; for a moment, she truly believed Baileywick would leave the castle. And Slickwell... that steward. So much had happened that day that she could barely recall anything beyond her mission to stop Slickwell from succeeding.
However, she still remembered Amberâs and the othersâ stories about their games during the banquet that night. The sorcerer from Rudistan certainly sounded like a fun and skilled magician; Sofia remembered clearly how he had lifted the ship with Cedric to save everyone from the collision.
Cedric and Greylock seemed to be good friends, something the princess couldnât often say about the people around the sorcerer. Perhaps Cedric was nervous about seeing him again; but Sofia couldnât quite understand why.
As they descended the stairs to join her family at the castle entrance, his nerves became more evident. Somehow, Sofia knew that these nerves were different from the ones Cedric felt when he had to present himself to the king. No, this was something else. Something that seemed far more important and crucial than that.
This is Sofia uniting people who love each other like in "The Silent Knight"
Seriously, what I had written was better and it's a shame I can't find it. Full page now.
#It's still nine o'clock here so I'm basically on time#cedric the sorcerer#greylock the grand#cedlockweek2024#cedlock#Sofia knows#wormwood is done
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Beware! Potential growth's peaking out!
Siege and Storm- Chapter 11
LOL
Alina doesn't know anything the Darkling himself didn't tell her.
Forget artist!
Modern!Alina would be a member of doomsday cult!
Just... what does she built her hypotheses on? Baghra's words about Aleksander and her own fatalism?!
Frodo, halfway to Mordor:
Yeah, I shouldn't talk much about the Ring. Sam doesn't want to go to Mount Doom already. What if he turns around and bails on me? I'd have to abandon my quest alongside him...
For a person certain the world's about to end, unless she "stops" the Darkling, Alina sure lacks determination.
No, you only wanted her to inform her rapist about Darkles' plans... I'm sure that would result into heartfelt apology and her promotion from a cocksleeve to respected member of household.
Alina, repeat after me: There's nothing wrong with becoming flushed, when an attractive man touches your bare skin, especially on parts not used for casual contact. It doesn't make you a wanton whore or fallen peasant girl, and it doesn't mean you're provoking further intimacies.
Gods! I so wish to shake her or at least watch her overcome her prudish upbringing.
Thought 1- Genya might be in trouble.
Thought 2- ... and what about poor lonely Alina?!
Subtle, but I'd more appreciate spiralling due to Genya's possible fate. Alina believes the Darkling to be heartless monster and theoretically understands mechanics of offence and punishment. Yet Genya's situations is a possiblity, Alina's feelings regarding herself certainty.
Alina's sense of duty's quite something. Especially for a lowly peasant. Instead of learning, she's learning new excuses she can use to get away with bare minimum.
I don't think actually poor person with no real status (lineage AND money) would attempt such thing. She constantly treats her "betters" as nuisances, equals at best. While not perhaps actively insulting, she's hardly behaving properly. Exactly in a way that cannot be ascribed to her origin.
Perhaps Nikolai should try acting like a Royal Prince towards her sometime. Remind her of their priorities, instead of tactfully insinuating she's forgetting to be discreet about her preferences of company.
Darling, uniforms have their purpose. And it's not only to make people hate you. Sure, a lovely LITTLE pin will make it obvious, who belongs to your retinue...
I didn't want uniforms.
The uniform in itself distinguishes members of the military from civilians, but also from one another (infantry, artillery, navy, and later air force).
I've read "they" and immediately went back, because that didn't sound like Alina at all. It seems too little sleep might conjure caring heroine, yet not even that's enough for the rest of the brain to believe it.
Oh dear, how shall Tolya cope?!
Look! A place for character development! Now's the time to set up for realization the Darkling was right to require his subordinates' obedience. Yes, that incudes you, Alina...
It's shocking to see Alina act as the voice of reason. If only her perception remained at all times.
Surprisingly sound logic on Alina's part.
Sleeping under the same roof as potential assassins?!
What's the point of all these parallels or at least similar situations offering them, if Alina won't connect the dots and change her worldview?
Why should I admire Alina's courage to accept and offer protection to possible traitors without granting the same courtesy to Aleksander?
Because she's the MC? Because she's the Sun Summoner, therefore a greater target?
Yeah, and Sasha's The Black General, the most powerful Grisha alive AND a living amplifier...
She ain't completely stupid! I'm officially rooting for THIS Alina to stick around!
#Grishaverse#S&S Chapter 11#Alina Starkov#The Darkling#Nikolai Lantsov#Malyen Oretsev#Morozova's amplifiers#Genya Safin#self centred and paranoid#grishanalyticritical#Siege and Storm#Grisha trilogy#V#books#quotes#Leigh Bardugo
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Adam x Reader x Mammon AU anon here.
MAMMON CATCHING FEELINGS yessssss. I love the idea of Adam falling for Reader instantly while with Mammon is takes a while; he wasn't made to be domestic like Adam is lol. Plus the HB twitter's Pride post showed that Mammon's ace, so I like the idea of him being a sex-favorable gray-aroace who's had more experience with sex than with romance and he's pissed that he low-key wants to be with Reader forever now cuz it was just a sex thing before and that was easy since he knew the territory but now???? atewrdfrgtvh help him how does he romance
I love the idea of Glitz and Glam trying to replace Reader. Need them to be Reader's rivals aaaaaa
ADAM AND MAMMON AS GIRL DADS!!!!! I like the idea of the girl being named "Sacha"; it's alt spelling of "Sasha" that I chose because it reminds me of this angel named Sachiel whose associated with wealth and finance (wikipedia.org/wiki/Sachiel).
mammon the aro ace king â€ïž
adam is easy, he meets someone where he can project his domestic fantasies on to and heâs whipped
i think once mammon realises he wants more from reader he pulls back đ heâs like sulking. but at the same time he canât stay back like what if he misses a milestone from sacha and what if adam worms his way into readers heartâŠ.hes sitting on your living room floor, arms crossed and glaring at your carpet while he watches over sachas tummy time đđ
glitz and glam rivalry beiskd i think itâd be funny if reader doesnât react to their very offensive attacks against her (running their mouth while mammon isnât there) and reader just establishes dominance over them subtly. like they complain to adam and stomp their feet at him and he just tells them fuck off, meanwhile reader sighs and mammon is like âwhat? what fucking is it? ya want a break? want me to kick this guy out? want some money?â
i think reader has like insane stage presence and charisma. once the switch goes on itâs like people have a hard time looking away from her (her auraâŠ.. itâs giving half succubus and posseser vibes)
i think mammon wants all three of them to get like vasectomies/ sterilised đ adam refuses for obvious reasons like why does this pimp want to take his manlinessâŠ. reader waves him off like let me do what i want bro. mammon thinks about getting done but then also what if reader gets pregnant again. then they for sure know whoâs the father this time. he canât have that
I THINK ALSO!!! adam and mammon make some sort of plan to get like a paternity test done. theyâre like brain storming it. of course behind readers back. but then theyâre both babysitting the little chubby angel and itâs like. what does it mean to know whoâs the biological dad? does the other one have to stop being a father to the light of their life? and if reader finds out how fucked are they? then neither mammon or adam would be part of either of your lifeâs. they end up scraping the idea, the fear of not being able to simply be there for reader and sacha is too big to pull through
in my mind also. at first when reader is pregnant mammon doesnât get the appeal. like adam is OBSESSED heâs down bad he was made for pregnancy sex and massaging his pregnant girlfriend. mammon is just like đ€š so what? until reader gets further and further along with heavy breasts and a round stomach that hangs over her thong and the thought of his seed causing all of that, being in her and possessing that spaceâŠâŠcmere love so he can bounce you on his dick real quick
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Thinking about the softness of Leon going to the store to pick up a few groceries and picking up Sasha's medicine at the pharmacy, and even helping him refill his little weekday pill box or reminding him to take his medicine/bringing it to him when he's having one of his bad days to help him out and dote over his boyfriend.
Just all the soft fluffy caretaking kennachenko vibes.
Even when Leon is absent because of a mission, he'd somehow find a moment of respite in a middle of it just to call Sasha about the meds. He'd remember different time zones so regardless of where Leon is, he'll know exactly the right time for his boyfriend to take those.
Leon speedruns slaying B.O.W.s just to take a quick call, probably accompanied by a text and a selfie next to the dead monsters like 'lol just saving the day as usual anyways dont forget' as if that's not gonna give Sasha a coronary.
Ok my own bs aside ty for sharing đ„č Made me think how Sasha would also do the same, both of them are equally stubborn when it comes to others offering help since they're used to managing themselves.
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You know what time it is! Chaotix Member Tangle headcanons PT 4. Warning: There's a lot of angst
-In an alternate version of the Metal Virus arc, Tangle encounters Charmy slowly being infected, Charmy was scared and constantly begged his sister to help him. Tangle, being obviously horrified, told Charmy to not say anything else anymore and let her deal with it. However, the Metal Virus started to infect her, the most horrific part, it began to fuse body with Charmy's. After they we're infected, they were grotesquely fused together, like Amalgamate from Undertale level of grotesque
-While Tangle and Espio were doing a training session, Espio was noticeably more down and a lot more monotone that day. Tangle and Espio had a talk and Espio confessed that despite his cool demeanor and hardworking nature, he secretly suffered from major depression. Espio's depression was greatly more frequent after the Metal Virus arc, I'm which he had voices in his head to end it and violent thoughts towards himself and his family. Tangle, obviously heartbroken by this, hugged her big bro and became his personal therapist from that day forward.
-Tangle and Charmy's favorite show to watch together is Amphibia, mainly pointing out how their dynamic is similar to that of Anne and Sprig, they would also tease Vector by calling him Hop Pop. They also both had a 1 hour cry session after watching True Colors and The Season 3 finale. Tangle's favorite is Marcy and Charmy's favorite is Ivy, they both despised Sasha at first, but grew to like her during Season 3
-Charmy doesn't like Lanolin mainly because of the way she treats Tangle and the other's. Whenever he visits Restoration HQ, he always sticks his tounge out at her and whenever she tries to talk to Tangle or anyone else, he immediately leaves and would sometimes drag Tangle away. Tangle would notice this and said that it's sometimes her own fault because she sometimes wouldn't take things seriously, but Charmy obviously dismissed her and tells Tangle that Lanolin is the way she is is because she never does things to fix herself and always pour more work onto herself.
-Charmy may be attached to Tangle, but he surprisingly isn't that clingy, whenever she needs to go on a mission alone, Charmy would accept and tell her to do her best to come back home in one piece.
Yayyy more of these!!!
-I would have never thought about an amalgamation between zombots, and omg that would be terrifying to see. Imagine if Espio got to see them like that... more trauma for him đ
-Ngl, I too headcanon that Espio has some sort of depression and became worse after MV, so I am glad I am not the only one who thought this. AND YES TANGLE BEST THERAPIST
-Omg Charmy and Tangle have amazing taste it seems (Amphibia is my favorite animated show lol). And yeah, I too cried with True Colors and The Hardest Thing so I get them dfghgfds
-I love this one. Lanolin and Charmy may be some of my favorite characters but yeah they would not like each other. Charmy would think she's too bossy and Lanolin would think he's annoying and why is a 6 year-old part of a detective agency dfghjkjhgf (This reminds me I have a whole idea of throwing Lanolin into the Chaotix for a day and see what happens, but that's a story for another day)
-Charmy may not be(e) that clingy, but I feel there would be days where he sits in front of the door waiting for Tangle to arrive XD
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Who are the Partyâs acnh dreamies, and did they get them? Also, do they have Happy Home Paradise?
Completely unrelated, but Iâve had the random urge to play animal crossing all week. And Iâve felt this weird connection to Isabelle. Strange. /s
(Iâm so sad that I never got to play New Leaf, but I had a DSI instead of a 3DS so I couldnât play any of the cool games đ)
OHHH THIS ASK IS FOR MEEEE ITâS FOR ME!!!!!
i definitely think they have all their dreamies!!! dustin absolutely makes his own amiibos so i think he helps everyone get who they want. i also think he gets involved in a lot of discords and treasure islands so even for the 8 new villagers that didnât have amiibos at the time, he def had a billion nmt and was very lucky with villager hunting lol. in terms of who their dreamies aaarrrrreeeeâŠ
mike: lucky, ankha, wolfgang!! i think those are the only 3 he super cares about and likes to have a rotation + enjoys villager hunting. he just vibes with whoever and isnât super picky but i think heâs attached to the 3 i picked because he had them in new leaf and theyâre his Friends.
will: ruby, coco, sasha, gaston, teddy!! i know that him being bunny coded is affecting my vision but iâm correct. he lovvveeeesss bunnies and i think heâd love ruby and coco so much bc theyâre cute but also a little creepy looking so heâd feel bad for them. and i think gaston is so silly looking that he is obsessed with him. teddy is bc he reminds will of a real life walter :)
max: agent s, hazel, keaton, katt, bob!! quite a few but sheâs definitely super picky. i think she hardcore judges villagers for being ugly but has also decided some âuglyâ ones are so ugly theyâre cute (hazel and katt) and they are her ride or dieâs. she didnât seek them out they sought Her and she vibes. definitely hits villagers she hates with a net and sends them hate mail even though that increases friendship with them lol. hates sheep villagers.
el: dotty, audie, pekoe, beardo, greta, scoot, tia, faith, dobie, papi!! obviously a full list but she went through and made sure she had one of each personality type and doubled up on her fave types (normal and peppy). she is def into aesthetics but also thinks some of them are funny!! like scoot with his hat and beardo (who reminds her of hop)
lucas: benjamin, lucky, daisy, butch, shep, cherry! truthfully i think he loves dogs and would have a whole dog island. the ones listed are his absolute faves and the other spots he kind of just rotates as necessary until he finds a personality combo that he likes!!
dustin: raymond, marshal, shino, sherb, zucker, merengue, julian, judy, roald, pietro!! sorry that he is the way he is. he sells villagers on the black market and then just puts them back in his town. itâs not my fault (it is).
2 me they all share a nintendo switch online family plan, so they all technically have hhd! i think mike, dustin, and el are the only ones who actually really play it tho. el tells will he would love it and will doesnât listen but he might suddenly have another interest in acnh and specifically hhd starting in september 2023. who knows. (i know.)
also you didnât ask but dustin and mike time travel. sorry about it!!!!
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Hello hello I am a random and nervous anon who will probably never interact with you again but. I would like. to hear your thoughts. on the minecraft diaries au u mentioned hjbskjdnfksfd i remember watching through that series like 1000000 times back in the day lol
YESSIRRRR I LOVE YOU ANON!
OKAY OKAY SO!
i have a lot of ideas for it and so many thoughts
1st variant of Minecraft Diaries x QSMP crossover.
qMariana is Aphmau, Juanaflippa is Levin and qCharlie is Laurance
Mariana just kinda appeared outta nowhere and Juanita got left at his door and as the Lord of the Quesadilla Village he just fuckin' had to keep her until he found her mother
on said adventure he meets this very pretty guy who for reason has really long green hair and pieces of slime on him like HUH? AND HE'S FLIRTING WITH HIM?? AND HE COMES OVER TO VOUCH FOR HIS INNOCENCE ALONG WITH HIS OWN KNIGHT FOOLISH?
okay and now he has a fucking Wyvern and offered to give him a ride? fuck yesss, but honestly even if he wants to jump this man's bones like every other bitch but he has a kid to take care of! and a village! also Foolish is kinda hot and Charlie is a knight for another village
Mariana just looks like his normal self, some people question the outfit but he doesn't really know either
Charlie's outfit is exactly like Laurance's, but his hair is Green because his childhood friend, aka. Wilbur Soot, and who he considers his brother, dyed his hair and disappeared before he could change it back
Charlie ended up having to take care of Tallulah, Wilbur's daughter. Phil, the new Lord of Meteli also takes care of her and his other son, Chayanne. Missa is his guard.
Quackity takes Sasha's role, having died and turning into a Shadow Knight. TilĂn disappeared after his death and Charlie is still working on trying to find them.
when Mariana goes to save the Chicken Shaman, aka. Maximus, Charlie sacrifices himself to save them, hoping for Maximus to turn Wilbur back to himself
he gets raptured and turned into a Shadow Knight, where he sees Quackity as Sasha, Luzu as Gene and someone else (i have yet to figure out who should be Vylad. )
Mariana is honestly fucking devastated that Charlie is in the Nether with no help and no way to come back, until he sees him while on a trip with Juanita. Charlie wanted to reach out to Mariana and hug him and kiss him, but he couldn't. the rage imbued in him by the Shadow Lord making it also impossible from pulling out his sword and gutting Mariana, the last Lord he served. but seeing little Juana there, staring at him with big bright eyes and a smile, reminded him of TilĂn and Tallulah. it broke his heart and he fled, afraid of hurting the poor child.
when Mariana later finds Charlie, blind, hurt and nearly on death's door with the wyvern, Cucurucho (yes Cucurucho bc qCharlie's interactions with it are funny and adorable and sad) suddenly turned dark and disappearing
Wilbur, now turned normal thanks to the combined efforts of Vegetta (Zoey) and Cellbit (Kawaii-Chan), came to visit and Mariana left to give them space, but thennnnnnn
the High Priest, Rubius, is outside his tattered house which was blown up by Leo (Zenix) while he was on his adventure for the mother of Juanita. threatening Charlie
yaddi yaddi yada, story goes as normal y'know, except arguments and love between Charlie and Mariana and jealousy with Charlie over Foolish and Mariana
now misc facts about this version of this AU go! -> Charlie is a slime elemental and human hybrid. Mariana is still Lady Irene and i guess a reincarnation? Aaron doesn't exist in this version. TilĂn takes Malachi's role, having died and become a ghost with the same fear powers, but Charlie takes them in instead of Mariana. Roier is Dante. Donna and Logan are Forever and Bad respectively. Jaiden is Kiki, and Fit is Brendan. Emmalyn's role is taken up by Baghera. Lucinda is Etoiles and Nicole is Melissa. yes. no, it doesn't make sense. yes, i know.
2nd variant of the AU!!
their roles are just reversed. that's it. Charlie is Aphmau, Mariana is Laurance.
3rd variant of the crossover
Charlie is Logan, Mariana is Donna and Juanaflippa is Yip. but make everything else and everyone else normal Minecraft Diaries or other QSMP members i honestly don't know
Charlie, instead of being greedy and mean, is very friendly and weird and quite diabolical, a slime hybrid. when he gets turned into a werewolf, it messes with his slime and instead transforms him into and eldritch mix of werewolf, slime and demon with too many limbs, too many eyes and teeth and claws, too much fur and goop and,,,, tentacles? goo goobie bitches
Mariana is a nurse who got moved into the "Babe House", and after seeing the hot buff merchant, he's very much into it and wants to become a sugar baby, but instead falls in love and gets married. mission failed successfully?
their relationship is very much playfighting and joke arguments that seem a bit too real for others. they are madly in love and have done el sexo de grande multiple times. even with Charlie in monster form. Charlie gets ruts btwâ *gets shot*
when they get kidnapped, Charlie fights tooth and nail to keep Mariana safe, at the expense of his health. he's near death when rescued by the Lord, and frantic in going back to Mariana
Flippa, the lone survivor of the murder of her tribe, later found by Charlie, instead of the Lord of his village. he takes her in and treats her just like he would his own biological daughter
then when he sees Mariana again, reencuentro el sexo de grande
when they go back home, Charlie goes back to his job and dotes on his brand new daughter and his bitch wife like no other, it's sickening how much he adores his family
and during the war, Charlie stays behind to fight, wreaking havoc against his opponents. and during the 15 year time-skip, he waits for Mariana patiently, sitting at the docks like dog waiting for its owner. when he comes back with Flippa, Charlie almost tackles them into the ocean with how happy he was, crying with Flippa about missing each other and kissing Mariana breathless
the Backflippo family is one of the few who stayed at the village. Charlie is one of the few people who are capable of fighting off the bandits easily, along with the help of Juanaflippa, but he has to he away to keep getting more resources and food to keep everything ok and running
Mariana starts a garden at the wish of Juanita, giving them to Charlie to sell and Juana to make crowns of and press them. he farms as well and makes sure everyone stays healthy, rasing Juanita while Charlie is off doing business and exchanging letters with him almost every single day, sending them talking about their days and how they're doing while away
they're so in love your honor
Juana is very hyper and very energetic, practically hounding Charlie to play and teach her how to be a werewolf every time he's home. whenever that happens Mariana takes a big big nap and enjoys whatever gift Charlie brought back
i'm so normal guys, trust me
hope you liked these ms paint drawings HSBDJDHHDGSGVS
#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp el mariana#fliporiana#slimeriana#vienoreal arts#vienoreal aus#qsmp x minecraft diaries crossover#ms paint drawing#shitty ahh drawings lmaoooo#it was fun though ngl#goo goobie#qsmp#minecraft diaries#crossover ideas oooooooo#juanaflippa#i need to draw more Juanaflippa i love her so much#long post
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bf!armin x fem!reader
guys i won't hesitate to admit that i'm head over fucking heels in love with armin and if you disagree, fucking fight me
also sorry to my gn or male readers!! these hcs would only make sense with a fem!reader due to how it was written (i am so tired i didn't even realize)
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aot manga spoilers
god where do i start with this maaan
you more or less likely grew up with him, eren, and mikasa
so one day
when you know
THE FUCKING WALLS FELL
he was with you and eren that day
and istg the scared look on his face had you IN TEARS
fuck your parents, armin is all that matters
i would sell my left kidney for armin
anyways
during training, you were almost certain that armin was gay
like absolutely in love with eren LOL
so you brought it up
"yo homie are you gay?"
and he looked at you with the most PUZZLED expression like đš
but he was like "nah fam"
and he whipped out the "i.." awkward ass gulp "like someone else"
and you already knew it was either you or mikasa but mikasa seen him as brother
and let's b honest
who wouldn't have a crush on armin!!
yeah you were one of em
time skip to god fucking knows where
bro grows some balls and kisses your goddamn ass
regardless
halfway thru, it was ruined due to eren and mikasa walking in like "woah. who is THIS BABE??"
until they realized it was you and that they were screwed lmAo
armin is extremely soft
like not even in like his skin is soft
he's just
baby
yk?
he's so gentle and scared to hurt you
and he's constantly checking up on you and making sure you're okay
often brings you things to show you
he LOVES reading books with you about the outside world
esp b4 he seen the ocean!!
i could see him and you taking horse rides into the large forest against levi's wishes
he feels rebellious when he's with you
random hc buuuut i feel like he would LOVE to dance in the rain
or lay in the grass and watch the stars all the way to the sun rise with you
he knows every single constellation
no doubt abt that
for your birthday, he gets you books!! it's more of a gift to himself, really, but you don't mind cause it's cute!!
for HIS birthday?
you get him books.
for valentine's day?
books.
it's always fuckin books
but it's armins hobby and you love him for it
armin is extremely awkward and constantly needs praise
he has a fear of yoh leaving him for some one who he considers "better"
and you have to remind him
"armin honey there is no one better than you"
he constantly has to be near near you on the field cause he's scared of losing you
but you have to remind him that you can handle yourself
honestly
he finds it hot when you take down a titan
cause like
your muscles are flexing against the tight suit and he just likes the way it looks
he will stand up for you with his life
cleans your injuries for you since he's a goddamn doctor
what kind you may ask?
abortion
he often writes stories abt you
they don't explicitly say your name, but you often realize that they describe you
he actually wanted to be a writer at some point in his life before everything went down
during the time you visited marley, the two of you got some quality time in like eren and mikasa had
but the two of you often sought out the other for comfort when eren started changing
cause like
you grew up with that boy
and to see him change his life so drastically kinda hurt the both of you
regardless
his dreams kinda went down the drain like eren life did
he was so happy that he got to see the ocean with you of all people though
when sasha died, he cried in your arms
as well, when he hange died and he technically became the next commander
he needed a lot of comfort
cause he wasn't sure he was going to do good
but armin struggles to talk abt his feelings!! so to have him open up to you and let himself feel vulnerable infront of you is a huge step for himself
he often doubts his self-worth!! like way too often to be considered normal
anyways
when the rumbling started, his priorities were both you, and mikasa
and he did his best to keep you safe
but hot goth mommy mikasa honestly did better
don't tell him that tho
he never talked about the future
like what would happen after all the titans went away
omg how could i forget
when he became a titan, he started closing himself off for weeks at a time cause he didn't like killing innocent people
but when he opened up you felt bad for him
cause he was so exhausted
like he hadn't slept for weeks at a time
armins trauma is so overlooked
anyways back to the future
he honestly wanted to travel the world and write about what he'd seen over the years
he also wouldn't allow himself to get into a relationship with you until the whole thing was over
cause even tho it would hurt, atleast you or him would've died knowing that there wasn't a future for either of you
buuut it still hurts lol
anyways when he killed eren, he literally sobbed for weeks
regardless if he was seen as a hero in others eyes, he didn't see himself as one
but during the aftermath, when he gets to finally settle down with you, he feels ecstatic
mikasa, you and him (as well as the other living cadets) often visit erens grave and leave things there
armin usually leaves little notes telling him about his life and how things are doing
and they always end in the same way
"how are you doing up there?"
and he usually gets a sign back from the universe somehow, sometimes it'll be a bird landing on him, and other times it could be leaves swirling around him
regardless, it leaves him happy and you in tears every damn time
whenever there's a thunderstorm, armin always says (without failure)
"oo, someone pissed eren off again" while laughing
and you can never understand how he's not sad by his death
he is
god i wrote this with the intention of it being happy but i'm fucking sobbing i hate this
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#armin attack on titan#armin x reader#armin arlert#armin headcanons#armin fluff#attack on titan#aot spoilers#aot fluff#aot anime#aot headcanons#headcanon
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HII... looks at you gently..... could i request headcanons about sasha nein please đ„ș (romantic edition)
yeah yeah of course!! ty for the request ^^ romantic hcs for sasha coming right up :-] sorry if some of these aren't fully accurate lol, i made a lot of assumptions about his character but that's basically what headcanons are hehe.. these were so fun, i look forward to doing more of this kind of stuff in the future :D
đ§ Romantic headcanons for Sasha NeinđŹ
i imagine he would get flustered really easily, especially through physical touch. he probably isn't used to much physical affection, so once he gets it, it hits him harder than it would otherwise. it might take him a moment to process it, but once he does, it hits him like a truck. it would affect him a great deal, he'd think about those moments for a long time.
he would express his love through how he generally acts around you and doing things for you. i think he'd struggle with showing affection physically and with words, so he would do other subtle things to show that he loves you! maybe he puts something important on hold because he cares about you, or maybe he goes out of his way to remember tiny details about you, maybe he gives you something that reminds him of you! he would also help you do things that you might struggle with, whether it's a heavy amount of work or simply cleaning ur room :-] he wouldn't be judgemental at all either way, he'd be more than happy to help you.
he would have a much easier time opening up and being more vulnerable around you. he trusts you a lot! he isn't scared of showing his emotions around you :-] and on the other hand, if you opened up to him, he would do his best to help you and give you advice on whatever it is you need help with. he would be very patient and understanding with you, especially with his background knowledge on mental health!
there would be moments he'd ramble about what he likes about you. maybe he says something and worries if he came off as blunt or hurtful, so he'd try making up for it by complimenting you! then he would snowball into thoughtlessly talking about why and how he likes you and would get very embarrassed once he realizes what he's doing. oopsies !
he doesn't laugh or smile a whole lot, but when he's around you, it's hard for him not to. everything you say echoes in his mind and he can't help but smile or chuckle about it. he would cherish the moments that he spends with you, reminiscing over it and feeling so lucky that he gets to be with you.
quite a hopeless romantic! he's a sucker for traditionally romantic things, like dates at fancy restaurants, slow dancing to love songs, gifting bouquets and heart chocolate boxes, kissing the front of ur hand while holding it in his (what a gentleman), etc etc. he'd probably be pretty nervous or shy to initiate these though! if you were to invite him to go somewhere romantic or give him a particularly romantic gift, his heart would flutter with joy.
if he was feeling extra confident, he'd give pecks on your cheek and hold your hand :-] he'd get soo shy about it though and would try to act as casual as possible, but you'd be able to tell how flustered he is. he'd be blushing hard under his glasses and would be stumbling over his words.
if you're a psychic u bet he would telepathically talk to you, like all the time. he would give you little secret messages and send you comments that only You are allowed to hear. like whispering but to the max. he might poke fun at what's going on sometimes when he doesn't want anyone else to hear, too. i think he actually has a pretty good sense of humor and likes to joke around! he just has a deadpan delivery and others might not get his jokes at times. but yes he's silly and will be silly around you
overall he would deeply care about you and your well-being and would want the best for you. he would go out of his way to make life easier for you. he has so much love to share and to give đđ
#psychonauts x reader#sasha nein x reader#sasha nein#psychonauts#i love this guy hes great#f/o imagines#sasa aaawwww snasha awwwwwww
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I still have Thoughts on Volume 2, but I think it's time to start Volume 3. Maybe the Volume 2 thoughts will sort themselves out better in the meantime.
Archive
Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10
Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8
TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6
TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7
Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 3, Chapters 1-3 below.
TriMax Volume 3 Covers
Eyyyy! It's blonde Milly!
I kinda miss Meryl's long hair....
His life as a what?!?!
Whyyyy is Vash getting punched on the alternative version of the cover?? Hasn't this boy been through enough pain???
LOL, Milly eating the food from Meryl's chopsticks.
I just wanna point out that the kanji all over the alternate front cover just says "meat" over and over again. Sasha Braus would be proud.
Nooooo, send the puppet guy awaaaaaaay! No more puppet guy! *cries*
Yes, the puppet guy bothers me more than the otherworldly horror on the bottom of the back cover. And more than Legato, who is arguably also a puppet guy.
I'm a lot less sure about all the untranslated Japanese on the alternate back cover, but it looks like Wolfwood is saying something about meat, and the text bubble on the bottom left just says, "Meeeeeeeaaaaaat."
LOL, tiny poorly drawn penis on the giant monster-guy.
Chapter 1: Reservoir Dogs
Awww, look at everyone being deceptively happy! Even Kuroneko's making an appearance! (Also, yes, this is Wolfwood's happy face.)
I love how calm Vash looks here despite everything. Wolfwood, on the other hand, seems to have some different thoughts. But... he's actually onto something. That level of calmness despite everything is and should be terrifying. (I colored it because Vash is so pretty.) (Also, I legit forgot the smudge on his face was blood until I started coloring this.)
Pretty sure this guy is giving Wolfwood major tit window envy.
Heh, the real reason Wolfwood is swearing is because everything Vash has told him is messing with his head. What would normally be a point-and-shoot choice for him has suddenly become complicated with Thoughts.
Not sure what happened here. Something exploded... and... Wolfwood threw up??
Well, that cleared some stuff up for WW. Though I get the idea this guy can eat a LOT of lead before it gives him an upset tummy.
LOL, "Takin' out his hands is like disarmin' him." I'm not sure if the pun works in Japanese, but it's funny in English.
No no no no no! Put Puppetman BACK WHERE HE CAME FROM!!!
I don't even mind his horrible body-moosh-horror abomination as much as I mind Puppetman himself. (I know he's "Puppet Master," but he doesn't deserve enough of my respect for that.)
Is... the abomination trying to do a video game cheat code on Vash?
Shoot all the things, Vash! I dunno what you're shooting, but as long as you do, that's what matters!
Cool guy pose.
Awww, sad Vash. When this battle is over, someone needs to give him the biggest of hugs. He's earned it. He needs it.
WTF, bat wings??? From where?!
Oooh, creepy comparison shot of Vash plus Knives. I approve.
Dude. Now the creepy guy is digging trenches in his own face with his own hand. While wearing gloves. What the hell. Please get rid of him.
Untainted material?! Make him your puppet?!? Where's Wolfwood with his murder-cross? I need some murder to happen here.
Oh, he's in a hole.
"Yer name might remain, even long after ya die... but yer ideals join ya in the grave." I love this line. It reminds me of a favorite of mine from Mass Effect's Samara: "Only your actions will be remembered. May you choose them well."
I like how, all throughout this scene, Wolfwood's got the Punisher on a little leash like it's a boogie board or something.
Holy crap, the girls are here, too??? This is not a safe place for the girls. Or for anyone, really. But particularly people without some sort of superhuman something going for them.
Saved, by terrified toma causing delays!
Chapter 2: Cement
Legato, you freaking dork. Glad you're enjoying being carried everywhere in your weird coffin-iron maiden thing.
Heheheheheheh. Wolfwood the traitor. <3 you, Wolfie....
LOL, Wolfwood's absolute casualness at this accusation is beautiful.
Dude. Ninelives needs some dental work pronto.
For as much as he resents certain aspects of his life, Wolfwood really seems to revel in certain kinds of carnage. He's nothing but focus and falling bullets in this fight.
One must wonder, does the Punisher ever run out of ammo? Does Wolfwood even know that machine guns are best used in short bursts, or is he just that good at "pray and spray"?
Ninelives clearly ate ALL his vegetables as a kid. WW's looking a bit worried.
RIP Wolfwood's ribcage.
And the Punisher is so far away, too....
Ha! Pocket Pistol!
I just wanna say that despite this guy having a cat-like name, Ninelives is a disgrace to cats everywhere. He's nothing like a cat and that's not a compliment.
You know... using a big-ass industrial factory-type door to keep out the giant murder monster is a pretty good plan at this moment.
LOL, Wolfwood, you cheeky bastard.
I dunno if taunting Ninelives is a great plan, even if he's missing an arm. Congrats on finishing your disarming procedure, though, Wolfie!
Or is he the dumbass who dove right in and is now torn apart in this place...?
I don't have any idea why this chapter is called Cement. Like, usually I can make some sort of connection, but this one is lost on me.
Chapter 3: No Escape
Wait wait wait. Did that disembodied arm just CRAWL ACROSS THE ROOM AND OPEN THE DOOR?!?! Gods, someone kill it with fire, please.
This is just... so Wolfwood. You do you, my lovely foul-mouthed murder-friend.
I feel like Vash heard all that and is mad because Wolfwood is trying to kill someone again.
Gods, why did Nightow have to make Vash SO PRETTY in this arc??
Ew, Ninelives is gross. He's just gross. Puppetman is creepy. Ninelives is gross.
He's called Ninelives. Maybe you just have to kill him nine times....
Uhhhh... Ninelives has EYES in his belly?? PEOPLE IN HIS BELLY?!?! LIVING BELLY PEOPLE?!?!?!?!
For some reason, Wolfwood cocking the Punisher here amuses me. (The sound effect is "ga-kin".)
Scenes like this make me kinda glad this isn't in color. Then again, I got through Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, and Hellsing Ultimate despite all the guts and stuff, so *shrug*.
SO. MANY. GOOD. VASH PANELS. Ugh, I just want to pour them on pancakes and eat them all up.
Ugh, Vash knows as soon as he sees them. He has no choice but to know. The situation means there's no way it could be any different. But part of him would still hesitate.
Also, the baby pulling a gun is REALLY darkly hilarious.
This whole business is really mucking with Vash's instincts, and Puppetman knows it. Can we please throw Puppetman into Mount Doom now???
Wait, who's Emilio??
Ugh, I have to call it here for the night. I just want to get past this. I want Vash to get past this.
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â°â†hopeless - tbaw. â takes place at the end of chapter 16 - hopeless.
why was it deleted. i wanted to show more development with reader/jean and wanted to show jean helping reader with work, so I cut this scene out and replaced it with the jean scene that was published on ao3. also, i felt like all of the interruptions in this chapter were getting too gimmicky (reiner, pieck, jean, pieck again). what changed. jean never came to the room to help reader with the queries and there was no phone call with sasha. ft. reader, eren, pieck. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, second person pov, 1,000 words.
Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.
context. you're in your hotel room working on queries by yourself.
Pieck comes back an hour or so later, and youâre still working on your review notes. The only time she talks to you again is when sheâs settling in for bed and she asks, âIs it ok if I turn off the light?â
âYeah, Iâm good,â you say, still hunched over your laptop.
After your little support circle for Reiner with Pieck earlier this evening, you feel like things between the two of you are less tense. You know that the fact that the two of you have a mutal friend doesnât mean the two of you will become friends, too â but, things just feel lighter.
You have to remind yourself that you're still in some weird competition for Jeanâs feelings, so the two of you will never truly be friends, but youâre willing to set aside your differences to make sure that Reiner is ok. It was really tough seeing someone as strong and tough as Reiner show such a vulnerable side of himself.
Wait a second⊠where did Pieck go?
You feel your heart racing in your chest as you break out into a cold sweat. Shit, shit, shit. Did she leave to go see Jean? Is that where she was?
You glance over at her from the corner of your eye and she looks⊠happy. Fuck. She said she was going out for a walk, thereâs no way she would have left to go see Jean, right?
Right?
When Pieck shuts of the lights, you feel like youâre on the brink of hyperventilating. You try to calm yourself down by taking slow breaths from your nose, but all you can think about is Jean and Pieck together. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
To your surprise, you see your work messenger chat light up and you eagerly take the distraction.
Eren Jaeger: still working? Eren Jaeger: itâs almost midnight, you should go to bed
You: Youâre working too
Eren Jaeger: iâm not. Eren Jaeger: i just came online to check on you
You: Iâll go to bed in a bit. Iâm just finishing up.
Eren Jaeger: k, iâll wait until you log off
You: You donât have to do that
Eren Jaeger: i want to
He knows youâre not just finishing up. Even over text, Eren can tell that youâre lying and it bothers him.
Heâs really worried about you and itâs making him feel fucking terrible because you keep pushing him away. He wants to help you and be there for you and hold your hand and fucking kiss your face.
Eren feels like heâs fucking losing it every time he thinks about you. Which is constantly because heâs always thinking about you.
Flochâs already asleep with his eyemask on and his earplugs in while Eren is sitting hunched over his laptop, staring at your profile picture and the little green dot next to it, signifying that youâre still online.
He sighs heavily and pinches at the bridge of his nose. Heâs tired, but he doesnât want you to be up all night, so he intends to sit here and wait. Surprisingly, he doesnât wait long before you message him again.
You: Ok, Iâm all done. You: You can log off now.
Eren Jaeger: for real? Eren Jaeger: iâm come over there and check
You: Lol You: Iâm not lying. You: Iâm tired You: Goodnight Eren
Eren Jaeger: k Eren Jaeger: goodnight
Eren waits until the little green dot turns grey, signifying that youâre offline, before he takes a heavy sigh. He knows youâre still lying to him, he knows you can manually change your status through this app, and if he knows that, then you probably do too.
He closes his laptop dejectedly and pushes it over to the other side of the bed â your side of the bed. He shuts off his bedside light and settles into bed with a heavy sigh, lips pursed in thought.
He considers just packing up his things and marching down to your room.
âŠÂ
In fact, he really wants to do that. The more he thinks about it, the harder it is for him to come up with a reason not to go check on you.
So he does. He throws off his blanket and grabs his phone and the key to his room, but nothing else and marches out into the hallway and down toward your room in just his pyjama pants.
Eren knocks quietly at your door, unsure if Pieck is awake or not. Once⊠twiceâŠ
Just as heâs about to knock a third time he hears feet padding against the floor and the soft click! of the lock on the other side of the door before it swings open.
Eren feels like heâs melting into a puddle as he looks down at your face. Even though the two of you spent all day together, he feels like he misses you. He wants to scoop you up in his arms and never let go, but the way youâre frowning at him makes him hesitate.
âWhat are you doing here?â you hiss, voice low as you look behind you. âPieck is sleeping.â You seem frazzled and Eren immediately feels like heâs made a mistake coming here.
âI told you I was going to come check on you,â he says with a shrug, stuffing his hands in his pockets when he feels them start to shake. âCan I come inside?â
âNo!â you hiss, eyes widening in alarm. âIf Pieck sees you, sheâs going to think weâre dating, and then sheâs going to tell Jean. You canât be here.â
âCome over, then,â he says, and even though he tries to play it off as cool, he can hear the desperation in his own voice.
âIâm really not in the mood to suck your dick right now.â
âWhy do you think I only ever want sex from you?â he asks, frowning.Â
âBecause thatâs what we do,â you say, brows furrowing in confusion. You sigh heavily, running a hand up and down across your face. âLook, Eren. I know we had all these big plans for this job, but I have a lot of work to do, so I canât come over every night.â
âThatâs ok,â he assures. âWe donât have to have sex, we can just cuddle.â
You look up at him skeptically. âWe both know you donât mean that,â and it hurts his feelings a little to know you think so lowly of him.
He knows this is his fault, though. This is because of how adamant he was about keeping things casual, about how heâs not into relationships, about how heâs just in it for sex. He really shot himself in the foot with that one.
âIâm serious,â he says, but youâre already starting to shut the door.
âGoodnight, Eren. Maybe tomorrow,â you offer with a shrug before closing the door in his face.
Fuck. Whatâs wrong with him?
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jean or mikasa đ«¶
i'll do jean since he's one of my favs (love mikasa too ofc but it's probably fairly obvious from my username which one i gravitate to more LOL). can happily do mikasa too if someone wishes <3
1. Why do you like or dislike this character?
i like how realistic he is!!! 𫶠like he's very relatable for me personally which sometimes is a good thing and other times is bad. i have always enjoyed that he's supposed to represent the everyman and doesn't have special abilities or anything but still excels anyways!! and it's such an obvious answer but his development đ©·
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
i love how he acts selfish and like he doesn't care about anything but actually really cares about great deal đżđż it's so endearing to me ugh
3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?
i guess when he yelled at his mom LMAO but also he was 15 and i was an awful teenager so that would be hypocritical. idk jean is so dear to me im not really sure if theres anything i dislike???
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
my first instinct was resident evil simply because it would be kinda funny but in actuality he deserves a nice calm rom-com movie đ§ž
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
gonna go with please, please, please, let me get what i want by the smiths simply because i imagine it for him just wanting to live a simple life amongst all this hardship đż
6. What's something you have in common with this character?
man where do we begin LMAO. there's a reason i had this man on my kin list back in the day đ the blunt honesty, being doubtful of situations, easily frustrated/overwhelmed, acting like im apathetic about everything but deeply caring too much đ
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
making him a shipping bicycle
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
I generally HATEEEE indulging in discourse but i hate how people sometimes reduce him to a teenage crush and ignoring everything else about his character and villainizing him like he's super evil đđ he's a really great character with wonderful development and i wish that could be focused on a little more. BUT i also dislike some of his stans and the way they conduct themselves with people that don't like him. feel very much like That one girl from mean girls đšđđšđ feel like the discourse kinda clouds a lovely character:((
9. Could you be roommates with this character?
yes maybe he could cook me dinner and cure my picky eating. idk i feel like he's a good cook. we could watch movies together. i feel like he'd make a really good roommate.. keeps his spaces clean and is pretty respectful and such đ«Ą
10. Could you be best friends with this character?
i think so definitely!!! we'd probably annoy each other sometimes but we'd get along well. maybe we're too similar sometimes?? feel like we'd get into silly arguments over differing opinions on a show we were watching LMAO and we both end up pouting but forgive the other eventually... even tho it takes a while since we're both stubborn
11. Would you date this character?
in a heartbeat LMAO
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
bisexual (this one is pretty universal) đłïžâđ. but i also imagine him to be a very good cook, as i said earlier... idk i find that so sweet like he isn't always the best with words so if you're upset he tries to make you feel better by cooking/baking đż
13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?
obsessed with the idea of him responding to any text from sasha or whoever asking him to do something with the đ«Ą emoji idk it's funny LMAO
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
i wish i knew anything about fashion unfortunately i wear the same three sweatshirts every day of my life so im not qualified
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
anyone who knows me well is familiar with my not-so-guilty affinity for erejean UGHHHH i adore them they might be my favorite aot ship. definitely top three at least i love them sm. but ofc naturally i love jeanpiku a lot for post-canon i think they would be so great together đż they're so very fun to write too like aw so lovely
16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?
jean/annie irks me badly for irrational personal reasons. like seeing it annoys me horrendously and puts me in a bad mood im sorry to its 10 shippers but i cannot do it đ
17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?
jeanhitch/dreystein. it's just Fine. like i dont hate it but i dont personally like it either. but shipping it doesn't annoy me or anything. i just prefer them as unlikely best friends who talk mad shit. i tend to like most jean ships he's very shippable. jeanmarco used to be my main ship LOL
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
obviously sasha and connie đż like my silly little trio they're so fun they deserved happiness. jean and connie as the fun uncles to niccosasha children idk i can yearn a little đ
19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?
i cant really think of any??? idk i think his dynamic with the others is pretty good all around
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
he already has his ideal best friends but ofc Sasha died LMAO. this is silly since he's older but idk I kinda like to imagine him and onyankopon being absolute pals especially post-canon after all the fighting. i just want onyankapon to have nothing but happiness and companionship đżđż
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
making him submissive in bed đđ
but in all serious i like making him kinda snarky and super stubborn LOL. my silly boy im always putting him into mildly embarrassing circumstances bc it's funny to me
22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?
don't really read enough fics to qualify!
23. Favorite picture of this character?
24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?
this probably doesn't match very well but just because i ALSO adore him im gonna say leon kennedy (specifically re4 version because re2 is a little too idealistic for jean). just hardened from the experiences and snarky/jokey but still willing to go the distance to help people. i find leon's attitude and subsequent personality change following the rc incident comparable to jean's shift following marco's death. also him in infinite darkness just bears a strong resemblance so the comparison is low hanging fruit there LMAO
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
can't fully remember but i remember finding him kinda embarrassing but in an endearing way LMAO like that's my favorite boyfailure truly. and now ofc i adore him he's fighting with erwin for the spot of my favorite aot character
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