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[snzcaretaker]

𝕬𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊'𝖘 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

As promised in Part 1, I'm introducing Edwin's Caretaker, Ambrose! Because I make shameless self-inserts, he is transmasc and a little gender non-conforming. He found Edwin crying and descending into fever, and looked after him. This experience awakened his interests in the kink, as shown by the following letter:

Dearest Edwin,

How can I convey what is happening to me on your account? What you initially called "the most undignified experience of [your] entire life" was, to me, a strange and illicit honeymoon. And perhaps it became that way for you as well, given how sweetly you parted from me, with so many words of gratitude.

Ever since I found you sniffling in that parlor, and locked the door against every prying eye to create our own little world, I have been wracked with a constant urgency. There has been, continuously, a burning inside my veins. Especially when I heard (forgive me for listening to the gossip passed so rudely from your servants to mine) that you are already ill again, so much as to be bedridden, and that you are generally this way all winter. How I pity you, sir! I pace and I pace and I think of you. I cannot sleep through the ravages of memory. I think about the way my heart battered the inside of my ribcage trying to crawl closer to yours. I think of the warm flush of your skin radiating into me. I think of your tears shimmering like pearls that I so gladly collected with my own sleeve, and how wasted they will be if you cry alone. I think, most scandalously of all, about how your delicate, miserable sneezes shook your body as you leaned into my touch, and how you will shake yourself to pieces without me.

I have never been charged with someone so tender and in need. It tore at my heart to think that you would never return the strange feelings blooming in my chest. But when, in your fever, you called me "angel" over and over, "my light, my angel..." even as you struggled to speak through many fits of the sinuses, my hope and my desire each grew overpowering. Something has awakened in me, and it is consuming me from the inside out.

Do you even remember what passed between us? You were so ill...if this is devilish lust running away with me, then censure me, burn my letter, and never speak of this again - I certainly never will. But if you feel the same, send for me at once and I will pack my bags, say my goodbyes to my own lodgings, and tend to you until April at least. Affairs are very settled here and can all be handled by post, so you need have no fear of any inconveniencing factors. If you are willing, I will soon be...

...yours,

Ambrose

[tcm--holland]

wings // peter parker

request from anon: hi! i was wondering if u can do an imagine where Nat & Tony knows that Peter likes the reader who is also Nat's goddaughter and they make them bond by buying them both chicken wings 🤣 also the reader is like a mini version of Nat 🤗

word count: about 2k

a/n: whoa things got so busy!!! haven’t been active in like a week but i’ll see if i can write more this weekend!! school is kinda killing me but i’m doin my best <3 also this is an au where nat and tony would be on better terms. hope you guys like this adorable request (and i hope i wrote it well for whoever requested) uneditedddd <3333

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“He’s not even trying to hide it. What a kid.” Tony mutters as he watches. It’s a sad sight, really. You and Peter are in the weight room, but there isn’t very much lifting going on. He’s leaned against the wall, hitting on you in a way only a fifteen year old boy can: incredibly unsubtle and awkward in manner. And although you’re flattered, you simply cannot take a hint and have no idea what he’s getting at.

“What’s worse is that she’s completely clueless,” Natasha says back. “I thought I taught her better than this. Is this really my legacy?” She takes a disappointed sip of coffee. You and Peter are so lost in your own world that you hardly notice Tony and Natasha ogling. They’re sitting outside of the room by the breakfast bar, but the walls are both thin and made of glass.

You get into position to deadlift a weight, your focus unswayed. You just hope Peter just won’t start talking and distract you. You’d rather not deal with another injury right now. As you slowly lift it from the ground, Peter is silent, watching you. Thank God.

As soon as you finish, he gushes, “Wow, Y/N, that was so cool! You’re really, really good at that. You’re so good at everything.”

You turn to look at him, serious as ever. “Thanks, Peter. But my form really needs work. If I keep stiff legging, it won’t go well with my back. And I need to be lifting heavier, two-fifty pounds sucks.” At one point, you start talking to yourself more than you’re talking to him, but he nods along anyway.

“You look pretty tired, you should refuel,” he says, eagerly offering you some of his protein shake.

You politely shake your head. “Let me guess, that’s one of Stark’s protein shakes.”

“Uh...yeah. Why does it matter?” He asks, confused.

“It’s full of crap. For a genius that is excellent with technology, he cannot, for the life of him, figure out the culinary art. Nat’s are way better.”

“What? No, hers taste like soggy cardboard! How can you even take a sip without gagging?” Peter exclaims.

“That ‘cardboard’ is made of vitamins. And important nutrients. Why drink a protein shake when there isn’t even any protein in it?”

Both Natasha and Tony look extremely offended at this. Later on, you take a few sips of water and use a towel to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Want to get, like, pancakes?” Peter asks, nervously playing with the hem of his muscle tee.

“Sorry. I already ate. Deadlifting on an empty stomach kills me. And I can’t have pancakes if I’m not on a cheat day.” Yes, you’re craving pancakes terribly right now. But if there’s one thing Nat taught you well, it was self-control.

“Oh.” His faces falls slightly.

“I have practice with Cap in an hour, so I’d better get going. See you later?” You give him a rare smile. Upon seeing you smile, he’s immediately back to grinning. It’s admittedly pretty cute.

Tony sets his head in his hands. “You realize we have to do something, right?” His voice is muffled by his hands.

Natasha glances over, eyebrows raised quizzically. “Like what? We can’t just rule this one a lost cause?”

“No. You want two heartbroken, sad teens on the team? I sure don’t.”

She sips the last of her coffee, tossing the cup into the trash. “I think you secretly care about Parker too much to let him go through his life unsheltered, but okay,” she mumbled.

“And you don’t overprotect Y/N?” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Tony, she’s my goddaughter.”

“And Peter’s my...intern…kind of.”

“See?” Natasha gave him a look. He gave her a look back.

“So? You’re not related to her, and I’m not related to him. There’s hardly a difference. Anyway, we need a plan.” Tony changed the subject quickly.

“A plan, right.”

A few hours later, Natasha and Tony carefully set up a sort of ‘trap’. As you walked past Peter in the living room to go meet with Clint to do some archery, he’d say hi. And that’s where they’d ambush you.

At around five, you enter the living room as expected, walking past Peter. He glances up immediately. “Hi, Y/N!” As soon as he says it, the doors instantly slam shut and lock themselves. Peter instantly flips out of his seat and you both stand back to back in fighting stances.

But instead of facing a threat of any kind, you hear a voice above you. “Hi kids,” Tony greets.

You both relax and side eye each other. “Did he just call us ‘kids’? He never does that, why is he doing that?” Peter asks, a little freaked out. You can only shrug.

“We’re going out today,” Tony begins, ignoring Peter’s comments.

“We are?” You ask without restraint. There’s a short period of silence, and you can just imagine Tony fuming.

“Yes,” he says, clearly through gritted teeth. “It’ll be a family dinner. Me, Natasha, and you kids.”

“He’s doing it again!” Peter whisper shouts to you.

You cross your arms. “What kind of family dinner is it without the whole team? And it’s kind of weird, because it implies a brother-sister bond between me and Peter.” Peter does not look enthused at this idea.

“Okay, you know what? If it matters so much to you, punk, then it’s not a family dinner. It’s just a dinner.” Tony can’t stand you sometimes, but you’re okay with that. You know that he does care, deep down. Very, very deep down.

“Why are we getting dinner -” You start to question, but Peter cuts you off.

“Sweet, where are we going?” Peter asks, sitting back down on the couch.

“Y/N, it wouldn’t kill you to be more like him sometimes,” Tony mumbles, but then there’s an audible slapping sound. “Fine. Fine! Y/N’s fantastic just the way she is.” The sarcasm drips from his tone.

“Thanks, Stark.” You can’t help but grin, taking a seat beside Peter.

“Yeah...don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Stark.”

He sighs. “Anyway. We’re going to get buffalo wings.” You instantly open your mouth, but he gets there before you do. “Yes, Y/N, I’m getting there. Natasha wanted to try this place that serves fake meat. Their wings are supposed to be good.”

“Hm. Okay. Can you open the doors now? I’m late, and I know Clint won’t care, but I have a schedule,” you stand up again.

The doors slide open. “See you for dinner, Y/N,” Peter waves as you start leaving.

“Yeah, you too.”

Hours later, everyone is dressed and ready. Neither Natasha nor Tony was able to get you to wear anything other than a sweater and jeans. But it turns out to be okay, because Peter comes out in a similar outfit. Jeans and his school sweatshirt, simple.

“They're both dressed like they're going to a family dinner,” Natasha leans over, lowly talking to Tony.

“Uh...that's kind of what I told them to get ready for.”

“Great going, Stark.”

By the time you get to the restaurant, you and Peter are hungry. Before either of you can even take your seats, Tony and Natasha fill up one side of the booth. You give Peter a polite smile and step aside to let him in first. He grins back and slides in. You take your seat next to him.

You don't know how to feel about eating fake meat. The last time you did, you got food poisoning and couldn't train for almost a week. You'd rather not have that happen again, but this place seems okay to you so far. The only reason you're really here is because it’s clear that Nat wanted you to come. But there's something strange about it all, especially with Tony and Nat. Taking you and Peter out, getting dinner...it all feels a little off to you. As though you're missing something. You can't shake it off.

After what feels like an eternity, the wings finally arrive. You quickly grab a plate and load it up with food. When you look at Peter, you see him doing the same thing and can’t help but grin a little. He laughs in response, pushing up his sleeves to start eating. You stare for a few seconds. Have his forearms always been so...muscled? When he glances at you, you quickly look away.

You think you might be blushing. Come on, Y/N, have a little control, you chastise yourself in your head. You pick up a wing and take a bite, not knowing what to expect. Oh god, this is the best thing you’ve ever had in awhile. You suddenly understand where Peter is coming from when he says Nat’s shakes taste terrible. It’s a beautiful combination of tender tofu, tangy barbeque sauce, and mouth-burning hot sauce. You thought you hated barbeque sauce!

You eye Tony as he gingerly picks up the single wing on his plate, skeptical. He glances up at you, and you nod enthusiastically to encourage him. Slowly, he leans into the tofu wing, like he’s going to kiss it. It’s a strange sight, really. He eventually takes a bite. As soon as he does, he looks a little dead inside. He slowly closes his eyes, drawing his eyebrows together. “Why, God? Why?”

Upon seeing this, you burst into laughter, your face slowly reddening from laughing so hard. You don’t outwardly express much emotion around anyone but Nat, but Tony’s done it for you. Gasping for air, you try to explain what happened to Peter only to end up giggling again.

Then you see everyone staring at you, and you quickly dial it down. Were you being too much? You purse your lips, taking another bite of your wing as you try to hide your face with your hair.

Peter’s lips are parted as he watches you. Breathily, he says, “Could you do that again?” His hands shake a little as he takes another bite. You turn to look at him, eyes widened slightly.

“Natasha and I are going to go get real dinner. Have fun, kids,” Tony quickly stands, turning to give Natasha a look. She nods slightly, getting up. You look at her, not knowing where to stay or join them.

Nat’s lips curve into a small smile and she winks before turning away with Tony. You stare after her and then turn to look at Peter. Why are you so nervous? Are your hands supposed to be sweating? You can’t focus on anything else, and you don’t know why. On the exterior, you appear normal, except for the fact that you’re shamelessly staring at him. He catches you and his cheeks turn the unnatural red color of the sauce covering the wings.

It’s almost as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just you and Peter, in this booth, a few feet away from each other. Everything is muffled in comparison. Were just too busy all the time to notice how much he genuinely adored you? You catch his shy gaze and find yourself leaning in against your own will. Your heart pounds faster than it does when you do your high-intensity cardio.

He tilts his head to the side to meet your lips, but it never happens. As your lips brush his, your phone starts ringing. You open your eyes and look at him. He shakes his head and smiles. “Take it. It’s okay.” You smile apologetically back at him and pick up.

“Cap, I was kind of...in the middle of something. Yeah. Later. Bye.” You finally turn back to Peter, cheeks rosy. Slowly, you reach out to take his hand. He accepts yours gratefully and interlaces his fingers with you, barbeque sauce and all.

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[todokori-kun]

WELCOME BACK!

 <3 I really missed you, and it’s so great to hear you had fun! (and omg yes so ready to see all those beautiful pics)

Yaaayyyy join me in MCU feels hell. And oooh, you have a ship for the fandom now! Like, Stoki’s still my favorite Steve pairing but Stony’s really cool too…you know I ship almost everything XD (also am I the only person who sorta hated almost everyone by the end of CW? Like, of course they’re still my favs and there are still some cinnamon rolls, but, come on. Why couldn’t you all just get along ;-;)

Speaking of Illumi, do you know that Hisoka/Illumi is an incredibly popular ship in the HxH fandom? Probably because both of them are so horrible that they have like 0 friends other than each other. Nobody else wants to hang out with these losers. (Chrollo tolerates Hisoka and the adults in Illumi’s family seem to spend enough time with him to give him orders, but that’s about it.) It’s a trash ship with two trashy people and tbh I love it XD

So continuing with the eye jokes, imagine. Hisoillu version of Helpless. Hisoillu version of Satisfied.

“Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit”

“Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame”

(I know you did thise one before but still) “But when I fantasize at night, it’s Illumi’s eyes”

just, I’m imagining animatics for this with the ‘camera’ zooming in on Illumi’s dead fish eyes every time the lyrics mention them. It’s hilarious and also mildly terrifying

(though I guess if we’re actually making a Hamilton AU Hisoka’s way more likely to do something like Say No To This…)

idk if I’d want to be a parent either really LOL. Kids are adorable but I don’t think I’ll ever be responsible enough to raise one…

If Ishida makes a plot twist or something about it being someone else pretending to be Hide I'm actually gonna get mad. Dude. Not only would that bring the Hide feels right back it’d just make absolutely no sense omg

(also you read the new chapter, right? So, let’s talk about Juuzou and that huge death flag)

I’ve heard of Soul Eater and considered reading it but it’s not really the kind of thing I’m into…artwork’s cute, though, and Death the Kid seems like an interesting guy so maybe someday XD

AGH I’M ACTUALLY SORTA JEALOUS BECAUSE WOW I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW TO WATCH THAT LEGALLY HERE IN KOREA. (unless I ask my dad for help but he doesn’t like manga/anime at all, so…) But yes, I’m really happy Lizzy finally got her moment this time! Now anime-only fans can’t complain about her being a ‘shallow’ character so hopefully there’ll be less fighting over Lizzy in the Kuro fandom :D

FINALLY. Fellow Death Note fan <3333 Who’s your fav? Do you have any ships? Are you done with the anime??? :D (also do you know…you picked a really interesting time to join the DN fandom. The American live-action movie just came out and it sucks so freaking bad, like I haven’t even watched it yet and just from the reviews/clips, here’s what I got:

-They turned Misa into this Harley Quinn-type character. Only without any depth.

-Light/Misa is an actual canon ship, like, it’s not abusive or one-sided like it is in the anime/manga, it’s just…a thing. Light loves Misa. Misa loves Light. It’s like every cringey high school romance movie ever, only with more murder

-They freaking bent the Death Note rules just so Light could get away with all sorts of ridiculous stuff

-L cries, L rants, L is overly emotional

-Light tells L where he hid a page from his Death Note. Light doesn’t deny being Kira. Light shows Misa his Death Note when they like barely know each other and she’s still a complete stranger to him. Light acts like an idiot.

-Oh sure, he’s Kira, God of the New World, but he still cares about going to prom with his girlfriend and making stupid faces as they pose for pictures

-So much unnecessary gore. Heart attacks are Kira’s thing, Light isn’t that emotional about his kills, he doesn’t care as long as the 'villains’ are dead, so why???

-Apparently Rem does not exist. Sayu doesn't exist either. Light’s mom is dead (probably so he can angst over her)

-Light Turner. Light TURNER. Out of all the surnames they could have chosen…

-And now, for the most unforgivable sin:

How dare they not include the Potato Chip scene)

And then random things: JJ and Light have the same voice actor. Yurio and Mello (imo…have you met Mello yet?) could be long-lost twins.

Also:

I’ve fallen into Steven Universe hell and now I’m imagining so. Many. Gem AUs. Have you ever heard of SU?

(look:

1- don’t stress about the messages, and come on, I’d never get mad at you over something like this! You’re way too awesome.

2-  I don’t really know what to say 'cause I’m bad at comforting people, but ugh, it sucks to hear that school’s tiring you out! Queen Luna’s gonna get through this, though. I mean, you’re great at so many things and you’re freaking smart and…this is awkward but maybe you understand Evans Language by now? XD Guess I’m just trying to say that I’m sure you’ll do great, and if you ever need someone to talk to I’m (almost) always free *hugs*

3- Um. So, other than tumblr, I think the only way I can talk with you right now is if we email each other? The email address I used this time is my real one (or rather, my dad’s, since I don’t have one of my own yet…) so maybe we can talk about this more through email and find a better way to contact each other? If that’s ok with you can you send me a message there?)

P.S:

I’ve started college and have no idea what I’m doing

*slams head against keyboard* guess who managed to get sick. It’s only been a week since school started. Whatever, I’m still going to school, but I woke up breathing like a fish on land, bc asthma. Yay.

I’m definitely gonna upload the pics today!!

Okay, but one thing I’m wondering about, is How? Not in a malicious way or anything, I’m genuinely curious to why you ship Stoki (and where it began). Was it that redemption fic you told me about or did you ship it before? 

Tbh, I didn’t hate the characters in CW, I hated the situation. Because there’s so so much pointless conflict that could easily be solved if everyone sat down and talked like normal people. But nooo we have to go around attacking each other. ((ALSO CAP’S LETTER TO TONY, I AM DEAD))

I’ve already learned (and experienced) that shipping is a very weird and unusual thing, so I’ll be honest and say I’m not even surprised that ship exists. At least it has some basis XD

I’m actually tempted to go through the lyrics of the whole musical and find every single eye line there is, only to replace it w Illumi’s eyes.

Not only zooming in on the eyes, the word itself is louder than the rest XD man if only I could draw…

Tbh I’d say I’m responsible enough (HA, that’s more or less a lie), but I’m honestly way too irritated with the little ones to be able to have one of my own. My cousin recently celebrated her 3rd bday and I was stuck looking after her during the party, bc all the adults were talking among themselves and I swear to god, I haven’t moved that much since I had to run 2km for PE. Where do they get their energy. Not to mention the adults thought it would be a good idea to leave me w her, because I’d already drunk 3 glasses of wine (i was bored and not allowed to do anything other than stare at emptiness or look after a 3yo). Turns out my tolerance isn’t that bad after all.

Lol let’s be honest, Ishida would totally do that. He knows the fandom would riot and that’s the whole point.

All the death flags. Tbh I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s obvious that either Touka or Juuzou are probably gonna die and I wan’t neither (If I have to choose tho, I’d rather Juuzou survives.) Also Naki. HNNNNNNGH

I think you’d actually like the manga? It takes a pretty dark turn compared to the anime and deals with lots of mental issues (the whole theme of the later volumes is Madness). Also, lots of death XD Well, the artwork changes drastically, so which one are you talking about XD

The girl in the coat (left first pic, middle 2nd) is the same person for reference. Death the Kid was one of my first anime crushes. The guy has OCD and is a total badass. 

MUHAHAHAHA I think someone uploaded the Lizzy fight to youtube so you can probably find it there, but I am in love. The animation is beautiful, so that’s also a huge plus. All in all, it was handled really well.

Death Note

So last I’ve watched is ep 25, aka the one WHERE L DIES. And i am not okay. I am nowhere near okay. Nope. Not at all.

Oh i’ve heard all about the adaptation. Tbh I find the whitewashing hilarious. Setting the movie in America removes so much of the series’s logic, so why? L being the way he is is probably my favourite mistake. They took the best character and ruined him completely.  POTATO CHIP SCENE NOOOO But my question is: did everything go just according to the keikaku?

Have fun w SU! I’ve watched it for a while, but gave up at some point. I might pick it up again if I have the time ^^ Word of advice, watch out for the fandom, they’re among the most toxic ones I’ve ever encountered. One time, they almost drove an artist to suicide because she didn’t draw Rose ‘thick enough’. So yeah.

What did I do to deserve you as my friend TT^TT Thank you so so much, those words mean more than you can imagine.

Um. Looks like we’ll be staying here, because I never, ever check my mail, despite getting school assignments there, so yeah. If we used mail, you’d probably get a response every leap year.

How does the education system work in Korea? Like, at what age do you start going to which school?

Also, I’ve told you about Mystic Messenger? I think you’d like the newest update, because damn, it’s creeping me out. Also, it’s in Korean, so + ((My thoughts during the prologue of the new route: Nani the fuck))

[moricatlibrary]

Comfort

In which Armin and Ymir have another heart to heart after the events of Trost regarding his distress for Eren. 

It’s EreminSeason so here’s a short sequel blurb to my previous Eremin week blurb “Hurt”, featuring some additional YumiHisu fluff ;3 For Day 2: Jail

I never get sick of writing Eremin and YumiHisu supporting each other, nor do I get sick of writing Ymir chatting with Armin, so here is this; Enjoy if you can!^^<3333

Armin sat at the table, staring at his tray of food that he couldn’t bring himself to swallow. With Eren in jail, and whole new fears in his brain, his appetite had finally disappeared completely…

“Armin, you have to eat, you know. Eren would want you to.” Mikasa’s sweet voice urged from the seat across from him.

“I know. I’m just… taking it slow.”

“Just finish the tray, please. You haven’t eaten in over a day… I know it’s hard to, but you have to keep your strength up for him.”

Armin nodded and raised his spoon over his soup bowl as Mikasa resumed eating in silence… She had been struggling to eat at first too, but with Armin’s gentle convincing, and time, she managed to down her meals. Armin stirred his broth in mutual silence, wishing he had the strength to practice what he preached…

It had been 3 days since the battle of Trost wherein Eren had become the symbol of freedom to the walled world, and taken away by the Military Police for it… Armin had essentially sold Eren’s soul to the government and was currently wallowing in worry over his dearest companion caged up in a dingy jail cell under the courthouse… He was certain that’s where he must’ve been hidden… Cold, dirty, hungry, dehumanized, confused, empty, and alone… until he could either be made useful by the Scouting Legion or turned into mince meat by the Military Police… A cattle’s fate that Eren didn’t deserve. A fate Armin sold him into. A fate he wished he could’ve been different… What if Eren was already being tortured?… And they didn’t even get a chance to talk after all they’d been through. There was so much on his mind Armin wanted to say, and so much he needed to hear… 

“Oi, Nancy boy!” a boisterous voice rang out, suddenly breaking the wall of silence surrounding Armin and Mikasa.

Armin looked up and turned his head to the call while Mikasa grimaced at the sight of one of her least favorite trainees swaggering towards them…

Christa’s sweet preachy voice could be heard clearly from their table, scolding her companion. “Ymir, can’t you be polite for once? He’s been through a terrible battle!”

“Yeah, so surely he can handle a little honest conversation.” She argued, glaring briefly at her short muse.

Mikasa irritably spoke up. “Ymir, what do you want?”

“I wanna talk to goo-goo eyes, here, do you mind?” Came her sarcastic reply.

Mikasa’s lips formed a silent snarl at the rudeness of the frisky freckled girl and she turned to check Armin’s response.

“I-it’s alright, Mikasa.” Armin said with a meek smile. “Can you give us a moment?”

Reluctantly, Mikasa rose up, staring ferociously at Ymir as she walked away with her tray to finish eating outside.

Ymir dropped her own tray on the table and plopped down onto the bench where Mikasa had been sitting, joined by Christa. She smiled with satisfaction, staring intensely at Armin before her…

“…Is… is there something I can help you with, Ymir?” He inquired.

“I heard what happened… So… did you dry hump him awake, or what?”

“YMIR!” Christa shouted, offended and embarrassed on her behalf.

A bright red blush washed all over Armin’s face at such an ugly comment, while Ymir’s howling laughter echoed against the cafeteria walls.

Christa scrambled to apologize profusely. “I am so, so sorry, Armin, I think she might’ve broken into Commandant’s liquor cabinet!–”

“Haha- Oh, come off it, I’m as sober as you. Take a joke, Christa.” The crude girl snorted while her red faced blonde friend grumbled to herself in the loss of her sweet composure…

Armin cleared his throat still wondering how he was supposed to respond to that as Ymir’s indulgent chortling continued on…

Ymir sighed and finally found her serenity for conversation again. “Ahh… But seriously, congratulations on that. I’m glad you little throw pillows finally got some sense knocked into you.”

“Y-Ymir, I–” He paused to check his surroundings to make sure no one was listening, and leaned forward with a hushed tone. “I haven’t told him how I feel yet…”

“Hä?!” Her eyes shot wide open as her index finger flew to her forehead, wondering where the hell his brain was. Though still rude and frustratingly overt, Ymir did pay mind to her surroundings to ensure no one was listening in, earning Christa’s tolerance of the conversation. “That idiot died saving your ass, miraculously came back to life, and hauled a fuckin’ mountain for you, and you still didn’t tell him you’re hot for him? Forgive me if I’m stepping out of my boundaries here, but what the hell are you waiting for?!”

“I–”

“And don’t give me that ‘it’s too dangerous to confess it during a war’ crap, cuz guess what, everyone saw your gay asses saving the day through the power of your raging boners, so what gives, Arlert?”

“…Well, for one, I didn’t really get a chance before they took him away…” Armin informed her with somewhat furrowed brows. “He was falling unconscious when we had to hand him over…” His eyes relaxed and he quickly fell somber. “Now he’s in jail, all alone, caged, and chained up like a monster…”

Armin’s look of heartbreak for his missing companion surprisingly struck a chord with Ymir. “Damn… That really sucks, bunny boy… That really sucks…” She tsk’d, finally noticing Armin’s untouched lunch… and took a swig of her water.

“I’m so sorry, Armin… Really…” Christa lamented, genuinely empathizing with Armin’s pain herself. “I’m sure he misses you a lot.”

“Thanks.” He muttered through a solemn smile. He then began choking up a little… “I just hope he’s alright… He must be so confused…”

Ymir slammed her cup down onto her tray with a satisfactory sigh. “To say the least… But hey, look at it this way, he’s got plenty of time to himself to jerk it off to you in there.” she snorted.

“Ymir…” Christa growled.

Upset, Armin simply blushed again, finding it hard to feign politeness at this point, and gazed down at the table, eyes zoning out at the uneaten food.

“I mean he’s got nothin’ better to do than to think of you and your scrawny blond ass. It’s gotta be pretty boring: no battles to fight, no titans nipping at his heels, a bland as fuck meal to eat every day, and shitty MP guards cowering in fear of him. I mean, what else are you gonna do with your time?”

Armin’s gaze began to drift back up as something in Ymir’s raucous comments oddly managed to lift his spirits…

“He’s probably thinking of you right now. Saying ’damn this cabbage water tastes like shit, I’d much rather have a bite of that hot Arlert sausage.’ Ahaha!”

Christa’s face fell into her hands groaning in defeated embarrassment…

“Guess your fruity lil’ ass has a lot to look forward to then, eh? Or wait, never mind. I guess not if you haven’t even told him you’re into him yet… But it’s none of my business. Where you wanna shoot your load at night is up you…” She concluded with a shrug.

“Ughhh…” Christa’s fretful eyes peered up from her hands to look at Armin, whom, to her surprise, started swiftly eating everything on his tray…

“You gonna finish that?” Armin asked gently, gesturing to the bread on Ymir’s tray.

“Nope, nibble away there, hasenpfeffer.” She scoffed, shoving the bread towards his eager hand.

Christa looked at Ymir in awe…

Armin munched and chewed, as dignifiedly as he could in this sudden energy burst, and muttered muffled words through his busy lips in a friendly tone. “I woke him up by talking about the outside world.”

Christa cocked her head in curiosity. “Eh?”

“Tch, what could possibly be out there besides Titans and maybe some fresh dirt?” Ymir argued conclusively as she rose up and playfully shoved his head, ruffling his hair in the process. “They’re gonna burn you alive if you bring up that kinda talk. But, hey, whatever draws your swords, short stack.” She smirked.

Armin smirked in return, and thought for a second… Seeing as Christa was distracted staring by Ymir’s snarky smile, he proceeded to casually jerk his arm, smacking his cup of water and splashing its contents all over Ymir’s shirt…

“AGHHH, what the fuck, cornball?! That was my last clean shirt!”

Armin’s sweet voice sang a phony apology. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Ymir! But maybe once she dries you off, Christa could lend you one of her shirts?”

Ymir blushed with wide eyes…

Christa smiled in her usual honeyed way for her soggy friend. “Oh, certainly! Let’s go, Ymir. And hey, you can do your laundry with me later since you’re out of clean clothes! Have a good afternoon, Armin! I hope you feel better soon and that everything works out…”

As Christa began to lead her away, Ymir glanced back at Armin, who gave her a kind nod. She smiled at him graciously and then turned her sights to the impromptu “date” ahead of her, simpering to herself over all the possible outcomes for it…

Armin swallowed his bread, and stared at his nearly-empty bowl of soup, thinking about what Ymir said… Eren was safe. Maybe he was cold and uncomfortable in his hidden cell, but he was safe. And since the government would be too afraid of him to touch him, he’d be left alone to rest… And after what they just went through in Trost, of course Eren would be thinking about him… And in his state, probably missing him terribly indeed, especially with how confused he is… Maybe even… coming to terms with his feelings?… Thus Armin had a very healthy chance to tell him how he feels and began looking forward. His heart throbbed beneath his chest and shivery shirt buttons and a smile appeared over his lips for the first time since he last spoke with Eren in Trost… 

He was able to eat without any problems for the rest of the month.

Somewhere underneath the courthouse in wall Sina, an empty Eren with dark circles under his eyes and longing in his heart, shifted over the jail cell bedsheets… He glanced up at the ceiling just wishing there were a window to the outside at least. Was it noon? He wasn’t sure what the time was at all anymore… He sure did miss the sunlight… With nothing worthwhile to look at, he closed his eyes, just as he’d been doing ever since the moment he’d woken up in that putrid cage, and pictured his favorite image: Armin’s sweet face and glimmering eyes.