#am a m e s s at streaming but I think that a stream a year is fun for everyone involved xP

[deus-ex-mona]

scrolled a little too far back on mogetwt and found pure gold:

[abel-draws]

Thank u all for coming to celebrate 350 followers with me <3

[estinesstories]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽.

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤��𝙝 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙.

(𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 🥰)

It all started with a slam of the door, that’s when things first started going down hill.

“Don’t slam the door,” You grumbled, one more slam and you’d have to buy a new one. “where have you been? You were supposed to be here hours ago.”

He only scoffed and glared at you out of the corner of his eye, taking off his shoes. You leaned against the kitchen counter to your spacious apartment with your arms crossed, dressed in a sweatshirt and some sweatpants.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” He huffed, not yet meeting your eyes as he made his way to the cold dinner plate left on the island counter you were leaning on. “I told you I had a meeting that extended my hours.”

“No, you didn’t.” You stated sternly, making him finally look you in the eyes with annoyance. You ignored it and kept on, your voice rising with every word till you were almost yelling. “You never tell me anything, and it always leaves me worried on the couch looking at Velvette’s socials to make sure you’re there and not-”

You quickly cut yourself off. What were you even going to say- cheating? You felt your eyes sting slightly at the thought, but Vox didn’t seem to notice your sudden discomfort, instead taking the situation in the worst way. He growled, though it came out distorted, as he stomped a few paces towards you.

“What, fuckin’ some other chick? Are you seriously accusing me of cheating?” His own worries that accumulated inside his head came out in fits of anger. He didn’t mean that, not with that tone. Still, he went on. “Do you actually think I’d do that to you? After all I’ve done for you? If anything, you’d cheat on me!”

Holy fuck, he didn’t mean that at all. His screen glitched as he over thought the words, but you were too busy arguing, hurt that he would think you’d be disloyal.

“What in the fuck are you talking about? Why the hell would I ever cheat on you, Vox!?” You yelled in his face, vision becoming blurry from tears. He scowled at you, eyes widening in surprise at your little outburst, not even noticing this wasn’t anger, but pain putting you in this state.

“You don’t ge- zzt- to yell at me like that, fa-c-ce it! We both know you’d be t-t-the one to cheat in this relationship, you don’t-t-t even like me anymor-r-re!” He yelled back, voice glitching as his fans ran wild to stop him from blowing a fuse. You were taken aback, but refused to show it too much.

“What the hell are you talking about? Vox, when have I ever been anything but loving to you!? You’re the one running around, not telling me anything, lying to me, and making up shit excuses not to be home when I’m awake!” You cried, why would he accuse you of not loving him? That’s insane!

“What am I t-t-talking about? The fu- u-u-u-zzzt- ck are you talking abou- u-u- t!?” He shoved a finger in your face, but didn’t dare touch you. “For the last two fucking m-months, you’ve been so dis-s-s-tant! You never go on any dates with me, e-e-e-every time I’m home you’re either asleep or giving me the fucking c-cold shoulder.” He almost mumbled the last part. He hated these fights so much, and so did you, but when you were both tired, stressed, and stripped of love for months, stuff happens.

“That’s because you’re fucking famous, Vox! If I ever went out with you, it wouldn’t be date, it’d be a damn interview!” Tears streamed down your face, and Vox felt his heart break into a million pieces as he stopped dead in his trace. But he couldn’t just shut the fuck up, could he?

“Well, you should’ve f-zzzt-cking known you were gonna get your a-ass flapped down by fans-s when you chose to date one o-of the largest company owners-s-zzt- in the pentagra-a-a-m!” He deadpanned, face scrunching up with a mix of annoyance and guilt. Why couldn’t he just shut the fuck up?

“Well, maybe I didn’t date you because you were fucking famous, I dated you because I fell in love!” You retorted, getting inches away from his screen. Why couldn’t he just get it through his thick frame?

“Or m-maybe,” he was grateful he had no tear ducts, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cry. “You jus-s-t couldn’t comprehend-d the idea of not being o-o-on top, the right h-hand of one of the most pow-w-erful s-s-zzt-inners in the pentagra-a-m. You just ha-a-d to play with my feelings-s-zzt- and use me-e to get better-r.”

All of his insecurities about your relationship were just thrown on the ground in front of you, and now you could see that you weren’t the only one suffering in this short time of your relationship. You understood where he was coming from, and realized that this screaming-fest wasn’t helping anything.

Your eyes softened as they gazed into his pink ones, his beautiful pink eyes, brimming with sorrow. Tears freely flowed hot down your cheeks now as you looked at him lovingly.

“Oh, baby…” you whispered as you slowly brought your hand up to the side of his screen, gently caressing it as he only stared at you. As you softly rubbed the pad of your thumb across the side of his screen, though, he couldn’t help but lean into your touch.

Just because you fight sometimes, doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚! 💗💗💗💗💗

𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚

[crepesuzette2023]

@unchaineddaisychain thank you so much for the tag. It's not an exaggeration when I say that our chats about literature and McLennon as inept members of the Peaky Blinders have been a highlight of my year. Thank you for turning me on to the latter, and to Knut "Pan" Hamsum, and...

Your Brokeback Mountain AU. *Taps table patiently* (Also, thank you for the tag @notgrungybitchin!)

Favorite Movie: The Aviator, Shame, Talk to Her, and of course (moans) One Hand Clapping.

Favorite TV Show: I can't not mention Peaky Blinders, but (thinking streaming series as I don't have TV) I also loved Tales from the Loop, and that weird French thing where jellyfish give eternal youth to blasé rich people?! And The Terror.

Favorite Musical Artists: Wings, the Beatles, Prince, Bob Marley, and Cardi B's UP (daily).

Favorite Color: This always changes! Right now, a very deep red. (John Lennon voice: Red?)

Favorite Season: I love living in a place that has seasons, but winter is rough with the lack of daylight. My favorite has to be Spring, when the days are getting longer, and the will to live is back pulsing through my veins!

Favorite Book: If I had to choose just one, it would be Maurice by E. M. Forster.

Do you have any Funko Pops? : No.

Do you play any instruments? : Rejoice, world: I do not. My lack of musical talent is breathtaking.

Do you have any pets? : No.

Do you read or write Fanfiction?: Yes, to both! In the near future I'll probably be busy with a quote unquote 'original' fiction project (something about that label rubs me the wrong way; welcome to my neurosis, but it's fiction and not fan fic, so...). But I hope to finish a fic about Old Man Paul next year, and maybe a couple of shorter prompt fills. Not to mention the eternal Woodland Sprite Paul mirage...

What song(s) have you had on repeat repeatedly? : Right now I'm (once more) listening to Mike McGear (McCartney)'s excellent McGear Album, a "stealth Wings album" recorded in '73/'74. The McCartney brothers, reunited!

tagging for your consideration: @aquarianshift, @tenderlady, @pauls1967moustache, @getbackmountain, @dancingsunbeams, @crumblingcookies, @i-am-the-oyster, @eveepe, @tavolgisvist, and @javelinbk

[darlingdawnauryn]

How I Use Technology in My Practice

I know we've all been watching the online world disintegrate in real time -- and the rise of spiritual psychosis on Tik Tok is something I definitely don't want to think too much about -- but I'm here to tell you that it's not all doom and gloom and modern-day technology can still be utilized in a beneficial way. Here are some ways I use it to aid in my practice.

Music for Meditation and Ambience. There are a lot of premade playlists to help people meditate, consisting of binaural beats, eastern inspired zen music, and instrumentals and chants to help connect to a specific deity -- and that's probably only scratching the surface. But what I like about the modern-day landscape where anyone can post anything is the specificity: we're not limited to what could previously only be found on a CD your mom might've gotten from the back of a magazine; instead, there are playlists like "you're taking a bath in ancient greece," "2 AM," and one of my personal favorites, "T h e D r e a m p o o l s." There are people who post their own compositions too, like in the case of help me.'s channel! Most of the time I don't even use it for meditation; I put it on in the background when I write spells and hypersigils, when I work my herbal magick, when I feel like working energy by dancing, etc.

Liminal Portals. Speaking of the poolrooms, I use liminal spaces a lot in my work. Due to my mobility issues and my inability to drive, I can't exactly visit a cemetery, a crossroads, or even an abandoned house whenever I want. So I do the next best thing: pull up a picture of a liminal space and meditate on it however I see fit. Similar to the wider variety of music, this affords me the opportunity to pick a specific, sometimes niche location to harness a specific energy -- it's not like you can go to a funzone midday and expect it to be vacant, let alone expect to work magick with all the kiddos running around. I also like using the images as portals: something to focus on before I sleep so I can conjure it in dreams and do work in the astral.

Inspiration and Motivation! Like a lot of people who came of age alongside the Internet, I now spend more time on Youtube than I do watching TV or even using other streaming services. I use it for shits and giggles as much as the next guy, but I also try to be conscious and intentional with my screentime. I find more and more that I use Youtube for a place of inspiration: magickal as well as mundane. As I've said in previous posts, journaling and writing are serious hobbies of mine. I watch a lot of junk/journal Youtubers, so this video popped up in my recommended the other week -- decidedly un-witchy and completely separate from anything magickal. But I ended up using it to make a journal for my hypersigils, and it feels so much more personal that way. As far as witches go, I'm way more intrigued by Q&As and those in the community interviewing each other; I find the candid conversations more practical than short little how-to videos. Plus, they're a great go-to when I feel disconnected from my practice. Listening to a back-and-forth between two people who are clearly passionate about their Craft gives me the kick to get back into mine again!

Mapping Out the World. This one is a bit headier than the others, so bear with me. First and maybe most importantly: I've been a supporter of the New Age movement since before I knew what it was -- I've always been in contact with spirit guides, fairies, and other nature spirits, and I've always had an affinity for crystals and Hippie Culture (TM) and seen firsthand how the Law of Attraction can be both beneficial and detrimental to one's overall health. While I don't interact much with that side of the Internet anymore, owing to the alarming turn to far-right mindsets and some other problematic beliefs in that community -- as well as my pseudo-disillusionment with the movement at large -- I still think there's something to be said about some of those principles -- particularly the LoA. In a sense, the algorithm as we know it is a mini version of our lives. Do I think every word, thought, and emotion should be policed in an attempt to achieve the myth of ~high vibration~ and enlightenment? Of course not. But let's look at an example that's completely free from any kind of spiritualism: if I ask you to look around the room you're in right now and count as many red objects as you can in ten seconds, that should be a relatively easy task, right? But if I ask you to then conjure up the number of yellow objects without taking another look around, you won't be able to. Why? Because you were focused on the red ones. And in my experience, the world works much the same way and technology exists to reinforce this belief: what we watch, read, and give our attention to online will multiply; it's up to us to curate our experience.

The second thing I'd like to touch on is something that's completely personal -- what I've taken to calling Small Living. Maybe this was brought on by collective nostalgia for the aughts, but lately I've been preoccupied by early-days Internet (web 1.5?) and how much more contained everything felt back then. People can make their filtered edits and try to recapture the vibe by creating bygone-feeling analog horror, but it truly was an experience, going on Youtube and watching "ghost caught on camera" videos or logging onto Quizilla to read anything from local urban legends to proto-creepypasta. It goes without saying that a lot of this stuff was bullshit, but there was something exciting and transgressive about semi-hidden forums dedicated to paranormal and occult information -- back when nothing was monetized yet and people were earnestly either trying to spread knowledge or scare the shit out of unsuspecting viewers and readers.

In a way, getting into the Craft has brought me back to that smallness. Despite the paranormal boom that happened twenty-odd years ago, it was still rare to find people who actually took it seriously: ghost hunters, fellow witches, and the like. Now that "alternative spirituality" has gone mainstream, books about opening your third eye and connecting with nature spirits and high frequency diets are a dime a dozen, meaning it's the same handful of points regurgitated by people who are most likely just looking to make a quick buck. (And don't get me started on the bastardization/commercialization of metaphysical shops.) Thinking about this objectively was one of the biggest things that led me to starting this blog: compared to Insta, Tik Tok, Reddit, and even the cesspools that are Facebook and Twitter, Tumblr is almost a dying breed. I like to think I'm not too far off in feeling like those who stumble across my page looking for first-hand experience and/or potential pointers had to do some digging in order to find it. I'm also getting a kick out of older, secondhand copies of occult books for the same reasons. (Related sidenote: turning my attention to helping my immediate community instead of giving myself IBS flare-ups stressing about every worldwide issue has helped my mental health astronomically. Another pro of Small Living.)

[dramioneasks]

Hi can you say your top ten pinning draco fics?

Not top 10 as this isn't a fav trope of mine, but here are some recs:

Title:All I Want Author: magical-mystery-girl Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort Chapters: 5 Word Count: 39,480 Summary: For as long as she had known him, time always froze whenever Draco’s eyes connected with hers. Suddenly finding herself ostracized from the Weasleys as a result of an argument with Ron, Hermione might finally be able to give Draco something he has wanted for a long time, something he never thought he could have, and something she never thought he would want.

Spilt Tea by Katkatkittymeow - E, one-shot - In which a pining Draco realizes he is pining, as well as jealous. And an idiot. Pretty much porn without plot

Friendly Interference By: cleotheo - T, 5 Chapters - When Draco refuses to ask Hermione out his best friend, Blaise Zabini steps in and vows to bring the pair together. Will Blaise be successful in getting the couple together or will he ruin any chance they have of happiness with his interference? Short five part story.

Cyber Sex - sweetestsorrows (katschako) - E, 12 chapters - While some people might think Draco simps for a certain cam girl, it’s a label with which he wholeheartedly disagrees. Would a simp drop everything as soon as he receives a notification that she’s starting a live stream? Likely. Would a simp find himself getting an erection the moment she posts new photos or videos? Maybe. Would a simp leave tips that are larger than some people’s car note, several times a week? Not a chance. Honestly, simps could never dream of supporting their favourite content creator the way Draco does, and if he’s emptying one of his bank accounts in the process…Well, that’s his business. He can afford it and he’s perfectly content with investing into this online relationship, even if there’s no chance of it ever going anywhere. Then, the best and worst thing possible happens:He actually meets his dream girl, in real life.

Title:Forget Me Author: Emara88 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 25 Word Count: 134,372 Summary: The war ended over two years ago, but Hermione still feels the echoes of strange memories from that time, as though something is missing or has been taken from her. When she sees Draco Malfoy at a Ministry ball and collapses, falling into a coma, the truth about their past together is revealed.

Remain Nameless - HeyJude19 - M, 51 chapters, Words: 312,316 - How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore?

Project Aphrodite - MrsRen - M, 22 chapters - When a decision from the British Ministry years after the war blindsides the public, Draco doesn’t think it can get much worse. However, when all the blame is placed on the shoulders of someone he’s not supposed to care about anymore, he can’t turn away. It would help if Hermione Granger wasn’t so fucking stubborn, but she’s exactly how he remembers.

5 am, waking up by mysterious_intentions - T, 14 chapters - He didn’t want this. Never did. Hermione Granger isn’t some stranger— she is his classmate, someone he spoke to regularly before, someone he saw every day, someone he wasn’t remotely friends with, but someone who wasn’t nothing either.But now, faced with the opportunity to lord his superiority, he finds himself wondering what the fuss is all about. Pureblood and mudblood is just…blood. Blood is blood, and blood is red.A coming-of-age Draco POV story as he returns to his eighth year of Hogwarts and struggles with living in the aftermath of the war.

-Lisa

[arcanereactor]

augh the tumblr tag limit kills me sometimes and im too lazy to reformat it properly so i'm just chucking my stream of consciousness under a readmore LMAO

THIS THIIS THIIS THIS THIS, whenever i tell ppl about gale's sex scene, they all laugh and think it's funny, and yes i guess the spinning is silly ! perhaps!, but this scene was SO important to me, i was ALL IN from go, the only reason i saw the other ways that huge romance scene could go, was bc i dropped a save bc i like to explore dialogue trees, but my gut reaction my first instinct, was enthusiastically following his fucking lead, he is SO vulnerable and he wants to share this, super duper fucking important thing to him, to him to gale his magic and the weave, is his entire self identity, this is who he is, which is part of why he is struggling with this mystra shit so much, bc she represents everything a wizard is, everything he defines himself as, and so to want to share that with tav, LIKE, THIS WAS CONSISTENT WITH HIS CHARACTER TOO !!, THAT'S LITERALLY THE MAGIC MOMENT EARLY ROMANCE SCENE, HE IS TRYING TO SHARE HIMSELF AND HIS INTEREST WITH YOU, and this is just an extension of that! a furthering of the concept !!, it is sooo insanely special and intimate, and shows a great deal of vulnerability for gale, and while there's probably something to be said about his, huge desire to be impressive to you, in ways the astral scene plays out, (his several clones for example could be interpreted that way), that's not what the entirety of the scene is about, that's simply a small part that you can find if you look for it, that builds his character, because yeah buried under most of his romantic gestures, is that nugget of gale's like, underlying struggle with being enough, but that doesn't mean the bed scene is somehow?? more valid???, personally i always took the ''small gesture towards your comfort'', to mean the bed LOOOL, i hadn't considered that line meaning the bodily sex portion of the scene, though that makes sense, but like, the weave is who he is, it is so intrinsic to his person, and that can be bittersweet when you know he's a child prodigy, but regardless of how bittersweet it is, it's still the truth, and so weave sex like?????, bro that is his ultimate form of ''see me. know me.'', i am so, feral, about this fucking scene, AND THIS SCENE /IS/ FOR ME ! LOL, gale's entire romance has felt like a zeroed in just completely surgically precisely honed precision tactile strike against /me/ specifically, he is so perfect, i am SO normal about him i fucking p r o m i s e

Let's talk about Gale's sex scenes

I love the astral sex scene and it means so much to me, and I have some problems with the way I've seen it talked about.

I should start by saying this post is not intended to critique anybody's personal preferences. The license to do Whatever The Fuck in an rpg is sacrosanct and there are no wrong choices. But I’ve also seen people imply that the astral scene is not “real” sex, or that Gale romancers “deserved more.” I hope I do not have to explain why that's kinda fucked.

Additionally, I think it is a saddening misread to call the astral scene “performative” in contrast to the bed scene (which gets correspondingly framed as “showing Gale that you want the real him.”) But doing a grandiose magical gesture IS the real him!

I know I'm not alone in viewing Gale as autistic; for me the astral sex scene is a big contributor to that. For one thing, it resonates with the concept of having unusual sensory wants. For another, it reads to me as Gale opening up and showing his passion for magic to the PC in a way he’s never been able to with another mortal before. What neurodivergent person has not had someone view their passion as too weird or too over the top? Have you ever been at a level of enthusiasm that wraps back around into seeming “performative” to others? Ever wanted to show a loved one something that matters to you, but worried they’d never understand—or, worse, they’d actively cringe?

In the astral sex scene, Gale shows the PC how much he loves the Weave (which is not the same as loving Mystra), and the PC does not cringe.

If all the glowing merging translucent bodies, the nebulae, the multiplying limbs, the spinning, the trippiness, the celestial music—if all these trappings made you, the player, cringe: there is nothing wrong with that. But I do think it is a misread to say that the bed version constitutes “helping him heal from his trauma.”

Maybe I have a hair-trigger for anything that implies “becoming more sexually normative = character growth.” Or “vanilla sex = a more intimate connection.” But they are just such tiresome concepts.

I understand that some of the dialogue in the game also suggests that idea, but all that dialogue is coming from the PC. What Gale says is that having bodily sex is “a small gesture toward your comfort.” This has been widely glossed over, imo.

Ultimately the two versions of this scene fulfill two different narrative functions: the bed version is to show the player that Gale will set these wants aside for you should you ask him to. But the astral version is there to show the player who HE is and what HE wants. And I think it is sad to write off this beautiful, lovingly crafted, unique and creative approach to a sex scene as merely something “performative” that he only does because Mystra made him think he had to.

“Stay with me now. There are endless worlds out there. Countless ways to declare love. Infinite ways to express it. Too much for one night... but we shall try.” I've admittedly got a ways to go in the game, but so far this is my single favorite line of dialogue. I genuinely don't understand how people can hear this line, the way it’s acted, and think it's just for show. He knows he's about to get weird but he longingly, vulnerably asks you to stay there in his weirdness with him.

Many writers, when they are writing something kinda out there, have doubts of the form Who is this even for? If the astral scene just isn’t for you I don't have beef with that. But the people who saw the astral sex scene and went "Oh, my god, now THIS is FOR ME"—are perhaps people who only very rarely get to watch a sex scene and have that reaction.

I'm glad Baldur's Gate brought something this beautiful to this particular table and I think it deserves consideration as a serious element of Gale’s characterization.

[erraticfoxboy]

Twiter Weekly Update 07.Jan.2023 - 13.Jan.2023

Crossposted from Erratic Foxboy.

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[plutonium12]

A - Age: 16 A - Annoyance: people repeating themselves multiple times. 

B - Best feature: my very enthusiastic tone B - Beer: = bear? B - Birthday: december 6th

C - Crush: what if i crushed you like a bug under my shoe C - Car: i dunno im not a car guy C - Candy: starbursts

D - Day or night: night D - Dogs or Cats: CATS LETS GO CATS WOOOOO

E - Egg nog: probably gross  E - E-mail: no 

F - Favorite color(s): green and black  F - Favorite Band: smash mouth and foo fighters

G - Gummy Bears or Worms: gummy bears >:) G - Giver or taker: GIVER !!!!!!!! G - Gum: i hate gum

H - Hair Color: brown H - Height: 5′2 H - Happy: :D

I - Ice Cream: salted caramel OR cookie dough I - Instrument: guitar ! I - Idol: edd :)

J - Jewelery: yes ! necklaces and bracelets and rings, also im hoping to get my ears pierced soon ! J - Job: i want one.  J - Jail: not until 3004

K - Kids: not yet, ill probably adopt tho K - Kickboxing or karate: i want to try kickboxing, it looks fun K - Kindergarten: it was chill from what i remember but i accidentally flipped off a kid i think

L - Longest Car Ride: 6 hours? 8 hours? smth like that

M - Milk Flavor: regular??? M - Most missed person: lee :((( M - Movie Last Watched: avatar 2

N - Number of Siblings: 2 brothers N - Number of Tattoo's: 0 N - Name: plutonic plutonium pluto plu pluton

O - One wish: that my online friends could live next to me :) O - One Phobia: agoraphobia  O - One regret: not joining many clubs last year and not talking very much, i try to make up for it now by putting myself out there

P - Part of your appearance you like best: my silly face hehe

Q - Quick or Slow: im hella slow like i can understand things just give me a few minutes 

R - Reason to smile: my friends, eddsworld, spy x family, old dsmp streams, wilbur soot, and saiki :) R - Reality TV Show: none.

S - Song Last Heard: maneater  S - Season: winter S - Shoes: checkered ! 

T - Time you woke up: 7:25 am T - Time Now: 9:39 pm T - Time for bed: 12 am usually

U - Unpredictable: maybe. U - Underwear: why do these things have no boundaries i mean SERIOUSLY

V - Vegetable you hate: all of them.  V - Vegetable you love: except for aparagus that one can stay V - Vacation spot: who freaking knows dude

W - Worst Habits: picking at my nails with my nails. its hard to explain but like i end up picking at my nails with my other fingers until the top part of it comes off W- Where are you going to travel next: to my bathroom  W - Weather: rain is nice to watch from inside my house :)

X - X-tra special someone: the pizza delivery guy 

Y - Year you were born: 2006 Y - Year it is now: 2023 Y - Yellow: like the coldplay song !

Z - Zoo Animal: the penguins are chill  Z - Zodiac: sagittarius ? Z - Zombie: AAAAA NOT MY BRAINZ !!!!!

[gikairan]

You ever see a story so Sad, all you can do is laugh, because otherwise you'll just fall into a pit of despair?

[indigodawns]

..

[forsworned]

Nah I get ya, that's understandable, so uhhh, I guess you can make the judgement based off of this?

So the idea I had in mind was

Kyojuro's S/O being turned into a demon, but they don't want to eat people, maybe even surviving something else instead (like idk, bamboo, tree bark, just anything besides humans tbh)

Is that teetering on the edge of too self-indulgent or am I cool?

[. . . Whatever it takes I will make you human again, I promise it . . .]

+warnings. angsty af, mentioning of violence and blood

+word count. 1.8k

+categories. f/m

+relationships. kyoujurou rengoku x f!reader

+characters. kyoujurou rengoku guest appearance(s): yushiro, tamayo

+author’s note. personally i think kyoujurou wouldn't put up with this and he would ask to kill his s/o out of mercy, like he wouldn't want them to go to hell or whatever the place that demons end up going to. like he would want to have them meet in the afterlife? so i can see him trying to find a cure for them as tanjiro does for nezuko currently, here it goes !! as context, this will be set as post mugen train arc and kyoujurou somehow survives. if you can recall just before his death he accepts nezuko so in this he will be a retired demon slayer. so his will to kill his s/o is not as much as it would be if he were still an active demon slayer. also this shit took my fucking whole being to post this bc it was being a bitch and PLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT ASK ME FOR A PART TWO THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN MENTALLY HANDLE

Kyoujurou was not one to have mercy or sympathy for demons. That was until one faithful day. Kyoujurou had come home from the city as he was visiting the rest of the Hashira. He was retired after he had miraculously survived his fatal wounds. His missing eye was now covered with an eyepatch, so he had no choice but to retire. Kyoujurou was expecting you to greet him with your using beautiful beaming face, but instead he had found you writhing on ground. "D-don't come near me!!" You shrieked in fetal position convulsing. Kyoujurou's worse nightmare had come true as he clutched onto the sheathe of his sword not knowing what to do. Oh, how cruel life could be. Tears pricked at his eyes as he struggled to search for the words he wanted to say, but nothing was coming out. "[name], please don't tell me..." His voice trailed off as his eyes widened in shock and horror. You finally met his gaze. Your once beautiful [e/c] human hues were now a perverse version of them. Pupils slitted like a cat and they were a luminescent purple and orange. Your claws were practically ripped from your skin and your teeth were now elongated into fangs that were now meant for shredding human skin. Your breathing was raged as tears stream down your face. "K-kill me." Kyoujurou's shaking hand gripped onto his sword, but he could not find himself to raise it from its place and slice your head clean. You were the love of his life after all. I can fix this. He shut his eyes tightly as he grit his teeth. "I can't." He stepped forward and opened his eyes to meet yours once again and you backed away against the tatami floor. "Who did this to you?" You watched as he crouched down to you level and reached out to cup your cheek but you turned away. "It was...It was..." You tried to recall your memory, but it was in fragments. It appeared in small flashbacks as you recollected the man in your head. He was an uppermoon. His long hair in a high ponytail and two scars on his forehead and neck and how could you forget the six eyes he possessed. But that's all you could remember before you blacked out and then woke up in agonizing pain, and then falling back into unconsciousness over and over and over again. "It was an upper moon...Koku-kokushibo...?" You said breathlessly recalling a short lived flashback of him speaking but the only words you could make out was his name. It was like it was a warning... You gasped. "We need to leave. Now." He searched your face for an answer. "Why? What's happened? Did you remember something?" "This was...this was suppose to be a warning to the demon slayer corps...Just kill me, Kyoujurou. I cannot bear this any longer." You twisted in agony. "No, I cannot allow that." He shook his head as he wept. He took another step forward to your body. He noticed that you were not healing and that made him gulped dryly. "Tamayo. Let us go see her. I recall Tanjiro talking about her whereabouts. She can, she can fix you." "Kyoujurou..." You cried out holding on to his arm in pain as the tears trickling down your face. "I cannot live like this. This vile creature that's threathening to come out of me." Kyoujurou wanted to scream. "I cannot let you die, [name]!" And with that he quickly sent out a crow to Tamayo warning her of what the situation was. He wrapped you up in a blanket and cloth and attached you to his back and then he was off. He never looked back at the home you used to share. Life was ever moving. By the time he had arrived to Tamayo's secret estate, she was already prepared for his arrival and rushed him inside to begin the procedure. "Why isn't she healing?" Tamayo gasped looking down at you as he laid you down on the operating table. "I don't know! Can you fix her?" Kyoujurou panted as he looked down at you and then her. Tamayo nodded with full resolve. "I will do my best." Time past by agnozingly slow as Kyoujurou sat there with clammy palms begging to anything and everything that you would come out okay. Yushiro sat there only staring at him in silence as Tamayo liked to work alone. "Do you know

who did this to her?" Yushiro asked as he watched Kyoujurou praying to what ever was up there. "I'm, I'm not sure. She said he was an upper moon, he went by the name...Koku...Kokushibo." Kyoujurou's voice was unusually quiet as he spoke. Yushiro froze for a moment at the name. He didn't want to let Kyoujurou be aware so he changed the subject quickly. "She's going to be okay." Yushiro licked his finger and flipped the next page of novel. Kyoujurou's fiery eyes were now on him. "How can you be so sure." That irritated Yushiro as Tamayo-san was the best at what she did, so how dare he insult her?! But this was a dire situation in which the former demon slayer's significant other was involved, so he calmed down. "Because Tamayo-san is the best. She would never let your precious [name] die on her table. She couldn't live with herself knowing she did that to her. She is precious to her as well. Just like that other demon child." "Nezuko." Kyoujurou recalled her name. "Tanjiro's sister, yes she's quite the child." "Yes, well, while I think she's nothing special, Tamayo-san adores her. She's working on a cure." "A cure?" Kyoujurou was on the edge of his seat hearing about this. He had never heard of a cure for demons. "Yes, Tanjiro is gathering blood samples of the upper moons to bring back to Tamayo-san so she can find a cure for Nezuko. I'm sure she's going to put [name] on the same roster, so please try not to worry." He replied nonchalantly. Kyoujurou almost felt relieved hearing this news, but before he could reply Tamayo had come out of her operating room. "She's awake and I stopped the bleeding. She's regenerating, but it's slow. I was able to reverse her curse, and I gave her something for the pain. Just try to speak quietly to her." She stopped Kyoujurou midway with a gentle hand to his chest. He winced a little at her cold touch. Although, he was accepting of Nezuko, he wasn't used to being around demons that wouldn't rip your head off and feast upon it the moment they had an opportunity. She noticed this and slowly put her hand to her side. "She's in critical condition, so please do not try to make her remember anything that occured earlier today when she turned. Turning is...pure anguish mentally, physically and emotionally. Be gentle." Although, Tamayo's words were painfully obvious it did help reinforce anything that Kyoujurou may want tp say when he wanted to be by your side. Millions of thoughts were racing through his head and he wanted nothing more than tear of this Kokushibo's head right off. Unbeknownest to Kyoujurou, Yushiro had whispered that name to Tamayo and she froze in place. Froze in complete disbelief that he had gone that far as to send a message to the demon slayers. "My love." Kyoujurou whispered as he approached your crumpled body. Your eyes that he was not used to shifted to him and he gulped at the sight of you. He smiled at you regardless as he touched your face. You sighed at his warm hand meeting your skin. "I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize. It's not your fault." Kyoujurou soothed as he took a seat beside you. "I cannot lie, my love, it is killing me to see you like this." "I know." You took his hand in your own and he had to force himself not to flinch at your touch. Your fingernails were razor sharp and yet they only grazed at your skin. "I remember what happened now." "Please, do not talk of this just yet. You must rest." She squeezed his hand gently and Kyoujurou could not believe how you were not hurting him one bit. Tamayo and Yushiro noticed this immediately and a smile was now upon her gentle face. "But--" You began, but Kyoujurou only shook his head. "But, nothing. Rest and we will speak of this tomorrow." Kyoujurou wasn't one to tell you what to do, but this time--this time he really needed you to listen to him. "Okay." You croaked out and nodded. He smiled tenderly at you. "You can carry her to her room. We will need her to stay here a few days to monitor her progress and see how she heals. You are free to stay with her." Tamayo spoke in a gentle tone to

him. "It's down this hallway on the second door to the left." And with one swift movement, Kyoujurou was carrying you off to your temporary room and slid the door open with his foot and entered. It was a relatively nice tatami room with a large and comfortable looking futon. He laid you ever so gently onto it. "Thank you, Kyo." You murmured still feeling like you were in a daze. "Whatever pain medication Tamayo-san gave to me is really making me feel woozy." You held your hand to your head. Kyoujurou softly chuckled at you. Your same mannerisms, your same soft voice and gentle touch. It was as if nothing changed. "[name]." He held your hand suddenly ans squeezed it. "Whatever it takes I will make you human again, I promise it." He had tears running down his smooth visage and it was enough for you to bring out the waterworks. You only nodded not trusting your voice. He immediately enveloped you into his arms. His scent overwhelming delicious and sweet, but for some reason no matter how good he smelled to you you held no urge to devour him. You only felt sleep overcome you. "I love you, Kyo." You whispered into the darkness as you felt yourself go limp. Subconsciousness was beginning to take over as you felt your eyes droop. You felt wetness against ythe nape of your neck and you sighed.

"I love you too, [name]. Just wait a little longer..." Was the last thing you heard before you drifted to sleep.

[poppywrites41]

Forever and Ever (MTA Pt. 3) Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader

Hello, my lovely Poppies! I am back with the third and final part of More Than Anything!! I literally cried/laughed/wanted to throw myself away so much while writing it lmaoooo! But I had so much fun with this three-part fic, and I hope you all enjoy this last installment! Let me know what you guys think! Yes, I kept the same photo bc i vibe with it for this last chapter.

SPOILERS FOR AOT ENDING

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, language, shower sex, mentions of titan fucking, slight dumbification, FEELINGS! LOTS OF FEELINGS!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan nor the characters, nor this concept of Eren returning (I just came up with it since i saw no one else do it. if yall wanna make ur own fics of him returning, be my guest!).

Masterlist

Previous

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eren leaned down and gave the beautiful woman beneath him a slow and passionate kiss. Y/N gave out a long sigh of content as their tongues danced with each other in perfect rhythm. Eren’s hands wandered her sides, grabbing and kneading her flesh, earning moans from the woman.

“You haven’t changed a bit Y/N,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Well, I am technically five years older than you now,” the woman snorted.

Eren chuckled, “No you’re not.”

Y/N raised a brow, “Uh, yeah I am. You look the same as you did before.”

Eren shook his head, “Did you seriously not notice that I grew a bit?”

“So what? Did Ymir pump you up with an air pump before she sent you back?” Y/N laughed.

“She molded my body out of clay, Y/N,” Eren scoffed, “That’s how she made my body to send my ‘soul’ into. Physically, I’m your age.”

“Okay, but what about mentally? You still 19?”

“Aren’t I already acting like a mature man? I think I’ve got this whole ‘dad’ thing down pretty well.”

“You’ve been back, for what? Half a day, and you already have parenting down?”

“Of course!” Eren said, “How hard is it? Ian loves me!”

“Yes, but he’s five, Eren. Do you think you can handle a newborn?”

Eren shrugs, “How hard can it be?”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, Eren. I’m leaving the next one in your care to test you.”

“Great!” Eren said with a smirk, “Let’s start now.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.” Eren said, trailing his lips down her neck as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, “Ian’s sound asleep. We can take it as slow as we want.”

Y/N let out a soft moan once Eren latched his mouth on her breast, his hand twisting her nipple on her other.

“I can’t wait for these to be full of your milk,” Eren hummed as he switched to her other breast, giving her a lick that sent shivers down her spine, “Can’t wait to drink from you…”

“E-Eren~” Y/N whimpered.

“Shhhhh~ Gotta keep your voice down or you’ll wake him,” Eren whispered.

“Eren-”

“Mommyyyyy!” a voice cried outside their door, jolting the adults out of their trance.

Eren hissed as he jumped off Y/N, who was scrambling to button her shirt back up.

“He sure has good timing…” Eren muttered quietly.

“Oh hush!” Y/N hissed, “He’s a child Eren! Welcome to parenting, where we rarely get time to ourselves. You better get used to this while it lasts. With a baby, you don’t even get sleep.”

Eren groaned, flopping down on the bed.

“You sure you want another kid now?” Y/N asked as she hurried to the door where their son was crying.

“Of course!” Eren said.

“Then don’t complain,” Y/N said as she opened the door to reveal their son, holding a teddy of a horse, tears streaming down their face.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Y/N cooed as she knelt to wipe his tears.

“M-Mo-Mommy!” he wailed as he hugged her, wiping his tears and snot on her shirt, “I-I h-had a dream that D-Daddy came b-back…b-but he left!”

Eren sat up on the bed as he watched Ian break down in his mother’s arms. It made his heart swell knowing that his son was already so attached to him, even though he only just met him hours ago. He got up from the bed, walked over to the pair, and knelt.

“Hey Ian,” he said as he rubbed the boy's head, “I’m still here.”

The child looked up at the man with red eyes. “S-Still here?” he questioned, putting a hand on top of Eren’s as if to make sure he was really in front of him.

“Still here,” Eren reassured.

“N-Not g-gonna leave?” the boy sniffed.

“Never,” Eren said with a smile.

The boy tore himself from his mother and wrapped his small arms around Eren, whimpering into his shirt.

“Ian, why don’t you sleep with us?” Y/N suggested, “Just so you can make sure Daddy is still here in the morning?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically into his father’s chest, not daring to let go.

“Okay baby. Why don’t you go get into the bed while daddy and I go get into our pajamas?”

The boy nodded and ran to the bed, quickly climbing up and plopping himself right in the middle, snuggling himself into the blankets.

Y/N grabbed Eren’s hand and led him to the bathroom, “Come on.”

Y/N walked into the closet to grab her sleep shorts and shirt, pausing to realize she had no clothes for Eren.

“I can just sleep in my pants,” Eren suggested as he tied his hair up into yet another perfect messy bun.

“Okay,” Y/N said as she turned to him, “We’ll get you some clothes tomorrow-”

“What?” Eren asked when he finished what he was doing with his hair, noticing her glare.

“You still need to teach me how to do a messy bun.” She grumbled as she changed.

“Oh. Well, I don’t really have a technique…” he said as he admired her body, “I just put it up. I don’t care how it looks.”

“Of course!” Y/N chuckled, “You’re just so good at everything you do.”

“Exactly!” Eren said as he took off his shirt. Now it was Y/N’s turn to admire him. He was right. He was bigger than when she last saw him five years ago, and his physique made her mouth water. Eren caught her ogling at him and smirked.

“You wanna…”

“Absolutely not!”

“Not even a quick one?”

“No, Eren!” Y/N hissed, “Ian is on the other side of that wall, fearing that you will be gone when he wakes up. Control yourself and maybe tomorrow we can while he’s at school. If we have time after our errands.”

Eren groans, “You’d better prepare yourself then sweetheart. Because I will not be holding back~”

Y/N hums, “I hope you won’t~”

“Will this happen a lot?”

“Will what happen a lot?”

“Ian sleeping in our bed.”

“Probably. He did it a lot until he was about four and a half. Then he decided that he could sleep by himself. But now that you’re here, he might slip back into that. Don’t worry, he’ll probably start sleeping in his room once he feels comfortable knowing that you’re staying. But don’t get used to it when he stops, a baby-”

“Yeah yeah, the baby will be with us all the time.”

“Exactly.” Y/N said, grabbing his hand, “Let’s go. He needs to go to bed now.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eren saluted, earning a laugh from Y/N.

Ian’s smile brightened when he saw his parents enter the room, hand in hand.

“Daddy, your hair looks so cool!”

Eren chuckled as he slipped under the covers next to his son, “Thanks, buddy!”

“Alright boys,” Y/N said, slipping into the bed on the other side of Ian and reaching over to turn off the lamp, “time for bed.”

“Wait!” Ian said, sitting upright, “What about goodnight kisses?”

“Oh! How could I forget!” Y/N said, matching her son's posture.

“Goodnight kisses?”

“Yeah!” Ian said with a smile, “Mommy and I will teach you!”

Ian climbed into Y/N’s lap, facing her, “Watch closely Daddy!”

Eren nodded to his son with a smile.

“First, we do Eskimo kisses!” Ian said as he and Y/N rub their noses together with big smiles on their faces. Eren chuckled at Ian’s excitement.

“Then, we kiss our foreheads! Me first!”

Y/N angled her head down for Ian to kiss her forehead, then she kissed his. Ian then turned to his father with a big smile, “That’s our goodnight kisses! Now you try Daddy!”

“Alright, come over here,” Eren said.

Ian crawled into his father’s lap.

“What’s first?” the little boy said.

“Eskimo kisses,” Eren replied, leaning in, and rubbing noses with his son, earning giggles from the boy. He glanced over at Y/N who was giving a big smile at them.

“Forehead kisses!” Ian said. Eren leaned down, letting Ian kiss his forehead, and then kissed his son.

“Mommy and Daddy’s turn!”

“Can I kiss her on the lips?” Eren asked.

“Ew! No!” the boy exclaimed, “It has to be the forehead!”

Eren pouted at his son, earning a laugh from Y/N.

“Can he kiss me on the lips after?” Y/N inquired. The boy thought about it for a second.

“Fine! But I’m hiding under the covers!”

The adults chuckled at the boy's disgust for kissing on the lips. Ian watched with a smile as Y/N and Eren rubbed noses, each wearing a big smile, then kissing each other’s foreheads.

“Time to go under, Ian,” Eren said with a smirk.

“Wait!” Ian said as he dove under the covers, “Now go!”

Eren chuckled as he placed his lips on Y/N’s, giving her a quick and loud smooch, making sure to add a ‘muah’ at the end of it.

“Ew!” Ian exclaimed.

“Oh, come on buddy!” Eren laughed, “It’s not that bad! You’ll understand when you find someone you like.”

“Never!” Ian said, peeking his head out to make sure his parents were separated, “Kissing is nasty. Too many germs!”

Y/N laughed, “Alright! Time for bed!”

“Goodnight, Mommy! Goodnight, Daddy!”

“Goodnight!” both adults say as they wrap their arms around each other, Ian snuggled contently in between them, drifting off to sleep.

What Eren didn’t expect was to wake up halfway off the bed in the morning. He looked over to see Ian taking up almost the entirety of his side, limbs sprawled out, and Y/N sleeping peacefully on her side.

“This is normal.” Eren huffed as he got out of bed, careful to not wake the other two, and left to the bathroom to shower. As the warm water ran down his back, he thought of what the future would hold for him. He could no longer see the future, now that the titan curse has been broken, and it scared him a little. Was there still conflict between Paradis and Marley? Will another war break out? How will the people of Paradis react to him returning? Will they hate him? Fear him? Will Y/N and Ian be safe?

“Mind if I join?”

Eren looked up to see Y/N, naked, and stepping into the shower, closing the glass door behind her.

“Well, you’re already here,” Eren chuckled, turning back to wet his hair. He felt Y/N’s arms wrap around him, her breasts pushed against his back, fingers drawing circles on his toned abdomen.

“I should really thank Ymir…” she hummed.

“For what?”

“Making you look so sexy~” she purred.

Eren chuckled.

“What were you thinking about?” Y/N asked, planting a kiss against his skin.

“What do you mean?”

“You were standing under the water doing nothing, Eren. I know that’s when you’re thinking.”

Eren sighed, “I was just thinking about the future…”

“Like?” Y/N asked as she poured some shampoo in her hand, handing him the bottle.

“Like if Marley and Paradis are still in conflict, how people will react to me being back…if you and Ian will be safe…”

“Well,” Y/N huffed as she rubbed the shampoo into her hair, Eren copying her, “There is some minor conflict between Paradise and Marley. It’s only been five years, but Historia and the others are working hard to work with the Marleyan government to bring peace.”

“The others?” Eren questions, moving to let Y/N rinse her hair.

“Yeah. Me, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Annie, Connie and Pieck. We’re her diplomatic ambassadors. Well, more Armin, Connie, Reiner and Pieck. Historia let Me, Annie, Mikasa, and Jean have more time off because of their kids.”

“What about the Captain?”

“You know he’s never had a thing for diplomacy.” Y/N chuckles, grabbing the conditioner and letting Eren have his turn under the water, “He was more about killing titans as well as keeping you and Zeke in check.”

“What does he do now?”

“He owns a tea shop in Marley and here.”

“How does he run the one in Marley?” Eren asked as Y/N poured some conditioner in his hand, switching places with her.

“Gabi and Falco are running that one. Onyankopon helps from time to time.” Y/N said, rinsing the conditioner out of her hair.

“How did he get them to work for him?”

Y/N chuckled, pushing Eren back under the water, “I don’t know honestly. All I know is that they offered to help… As for what happens here with you being back, I think we’ll be fine. Historia might want to make an announcement about it, so we will probably need to be there for it, and you might have to say something about not coming back to kill us all.”

“But I didn’t do anything to anyone on the island!”

“Eren, almost everyone on the island drank Zeke’s spinal fluid wine. When he roared, they all became titans, and everyone had to kill them all. Not only that, but you also destroyed the walls, allowing the colossals to trample the city. You did take lives, whether you intended to or not.”

Eren rubbed the back of his head in shame, “Well when you put it like that you make me sound like…”

“A devil.” Y/N finishes. She looked up at Eren and sees the shame on his face.

“Hey,” she said, cupping his cheeks as she plants a kiss on his lips, “Everything will be fine. We will be fine. Baby steps. We’ll figure this out. We’re not alone. Everyone else is going to help us.”

Eren nodded and rested his head on her shoulders, both standing in their embrace, letting the warm water run down their bodies.

“Historia’s expecting her third soon!” Y/N said, trying to change the subject. Eren reels back with wide eyes.

“A third?”

Y/N nodded.

“With the same guy?”

“Yep.”

“I thought she didn’t like him?”

“They’ve gotten along better since then. They’re happy. I can tell she still misses Ymir from time to time.”

“What’s the second one?”

“A boy.”

Eren hummed, fingers drawing circles on her lower back. Y/N leaned up on her toes and planted a kiss on Eren’s lips.

“Ian is still asleep. He doesn’t have to wake up for another hour for school.”

Eren raised a brow, “Is he now?”

Y/N nodded with a small smile, a blush forming on her cheeks, feeling him harden against her stomach. Eren let out a growl as he gripped her jaw and smashed his lips against hers, his free hand reaching down to grip her butt. Y/N moaned into his mouth as he kneads her ass cheek, thighs rubbing together as she felt her core heat up. She let out a yelp as Eren roughly lifted her in the air, immediately wrapping her legs around his torso. Eren groaned as he felt her grind her core against him, thrusting his hips up into her. He slammed her against the tile wall of the shower, smothering her neck in kisses.

“Eren, Eren no m-marks~” she moaned, hands weaving themselves through his soft, damp hair.

“Too late,” Eren said with a smirk, looking at a hickey he left right under her collarbone.

“E-Eren!” She whimpered, meaning for it to sound sterner, but ultimately failed when she felt him thrust his cock against her, “W-What if ah! I-Ian sees it?”

“Just tell him that he accidentally hit you in his sleep,” Eren chuckled, pressing kisses along her breasts, “He almost kicked me off the bed this morning.”

“Y-You’re so-oh~ evil!” she moaned.

“That I am sweetheart~” Eren said, biting her earlobe.

“Eren! Eren please just put it in!” she moaned, grinding her hips into him.

“I would much rather take my time with you baby, but seeing as we will need to wake up Ian in a little bit, I’ll make it quick~”

Y/N’s mouth watered as she saw Eren line himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed himself in. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud as he pushed himself in. Eren threw his head back, mouth agape when he fully sheathed himself inside of her.

“Shit!” he hissed, “You’re so tight!” Eren mentally cursed himself for almost cumming immediately.

“I-It has been five years!” Y/N cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. They stayed still for a moment to let Y/N readjust to Eren and for Eren to compose himself.

“M-Move. Now.” Y/N groaned, rotating her hips against him.

Eren nodded, pressing himself closer against her, and pulled out almost all the way only to snap his hips harshly against hers. Y/N bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as Eren mercilessly pounded into her. It felt like they had been going at it for hours, but it had only been a few minutes before Y/N felt her core start to tighten.

“E-Eren~ F-Faster! Almost t-there~” she begged as she pulled his lower half closer to hers.

“I know baby~ I know. Me too…” Eren panted against her forehead as he upped his pace, “Gonna fuck another baby into you~ You like that? You tightened up again baby~ You want Daddy to fuck another one into you?”

“Yes! Yes, p-please Daddy~” Y/N whined, teetering at the edge of her high, “Please give me another baby! Please! Please!”

“Gonna be a good Momma again? Gonna let Daddy drink that sweet milk?” He groaned. Her walls tightened around him, bringing him closer to his high.

“Yes, Daddy!” She cried out, “I’ll be good mommy~ I promise!”

“Good girl~” Eren growled as he drew his hips back one last time, slamming them into her, bringing her and him to their euphoria.

Y/N slammed her lips over his, screaming into his mouth as her body quaked. Eren grunted into her, his hips jerking as he filled her with his seed. Eren detached his mouth from Y/N’s lips, taking in big gulps of air as Y/N leaned her head against the wall to catch her breath. Once they both calmed down, Eren pulled himself out of Y/N and helped her steady herself on her feet. He laughed when she almost doubled over on her shaky legs.

“Let me clean you, baby~” Eren purred as he grabbed the bar of soap and began to clean her legs, taking a second to watch his cum drip down her thighs, mixing with the water from the shower.

“Eren!” Y/N hissed, slapping his shoulder, “Hurry up! Ian might have already woken up by how loud you made me get!”

“Oh, that’s my fault?” Eren snorted, “I think you were enjoying it a little too much~”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man, “Just clean me!”

“Alright!” Eren chuckled, planting a kiss on her thigh, and continued to clean her. When he got to her core, she flinched.

“Sensitive?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“I’ll be gentle.”

When Eren finished cleaning Y/N, he cleaned himself and stepped out of the shower. When he had just wrapped a towel around his waist, as if on cue, a half-awake Ian walked into the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning, buddy!” Eren chirped to the small boy.

“Good morning, Daddy~” the boy yawned, trudging over to his father, hugging his legs. Eren chuckled. He knelt down and wiped the rest of the sleep from the boy's eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” Eren asked.

“Mhm,” the boy responded, “Where’s Mommy?”

“In the shower. I was gonna make some toast and eggs for breakfast. You want some?”

“Mhm…” the boy said, slowly nodding off while standing in his father’s grasp.

“Why don’t you get in the shower with Mommy while I go get breakfast going?”

“Not gonna join?”

Eren almost choked on his spit at the question. He shouldn’t have been surprised. He and his parents used to take baths together when he was Ian’s age. Eren just was not sure about a shower…where his kid could see him…all of him…

“N-No sorry bud,” Eren stuttered, “I already showered. Maybe we can all take a bath later?”

Ian nodded, eyes closing again, “I like baths more anyways…”

“Need help getting out of your jammies?”

“Mhm…”

“Alright,” Eren said as he grabbed the bottom of Ian’s shirt, “Arms up. Good! Alright, hands on my shoulders. Good. Now this foot, lift it up. Okay, now the other foot. Alright! Let’s get you to Mommy.”

Eren opened the shower door and helped Ian step in, “One shower for Ian, Mama!” Eren called as he closed the door and walked to the closet to put on his clothes.

“Good morning, baby!” he heard Y/N coo at the child, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Ian said, “Wanna bath…”

“Well, we can take a bath tonight. We are running a tad bit behind schedule so we got to take a fast shower,” Y/N said, Eren smirking to himself in the closet as he finished getting his clothes on, “Daddy, can you breakfast going?”

“On it!” Eren called as he jogged into the kitchen to prep breakfast.

“Mommy!” Ian cried, now fully awake thanks to the shower, “What happened to your neck?!”

“Oh um,” Y/N stuttered, “You got a little crazy last night and accidentally hit me…”

“I’m sorry Mommy!” Ian exclaimed.

“No no no! It’s alright baby! I’m okay! I forgive you!”

“Okay... Daddy!” He called from the shower, “Did I hit you last night?”

Eren burst out laughing. Not because Ian asked if he hit him, but because Y/N used his excuse for the hickey, “No! But you did almost push me off the bed!” Eren laughed.

Ian laughed along with his dad, “Sorry Daddy!”

“All good, dude!”

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When Ian finished getting dressed for school, he ran into the kitchen and sat at the table, eagerly waiting for his first breakfast made by his dad.

“You hungry?” Eren asked, approaching with a plate of food.

“Yeah!”

“Alright,” he said, setting the plate in front of him with a set of children’s cutlery along with a glass of milk, “Eat up little man. Gotta build those muscles!”

“Thanks for the food!” Ian said as he started munching in the toast.

“Ian, don’t forget the eggs and fruit!” Y/N said as she walked out, brushing her hair, fully dressed for the day.

“Yes, Mommy!” Ian said and began to scarf down the eggs and fruit.

Y/N walked over to where Eren was sitting at the table and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a kiss to the top of his head, “Smells good~” she hummed.

“Want me to get you a plate?”

“No, I was thinking we could have brunch at Levi’s after we drop Ian off at school,” she said as she began to brush his damp hair, getting the tangles out.

“I wanna go to Uncle Levi’s café too!” Ian whined.

“We can go together later, baby,” Y/N said as she was working through a tough knot in Eren’s hair, “Just you, me and daddy.”

“Okay!” Ian said. He chugged the milk and jumped out of his chair to run to his room, “I’m gonna get my backpack!”

“Alright, buddy!” Eren called, “We’ll be waiting!”

Y/N kept brushing his hair as Eren hummed at the soft feeling of her fingers rubbing his scalp. When she finished, she handed him his hair tie and watched him tie his hair up. Eren stood and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

“How are you feeling?” he hummed.

“Like I just got railed after being celibate for five years,” Y/N snorted, earning a chuckle from her lover, “A little sore, but I’ll live. It’s nothing compared to fighting titans for days on end. How about you?”

“Just peachy!” Eren smiled, planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’m ready!!” Ian yelled as he jumped down the stairs.

“Alright baby!” Y/N said, grabbing her purse and opening the door, “Let’s get going!”

Ian grabbed Eren’s hand and dragged him out the door, “Come on, Daddy!”

Eren laughed at the boy's excitement, “Alright, alright! Don’t forget mom!”

Ian’s slipped his other hand into his mother’s with a big smile, “Let’s go!”

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To say that Eren’s return had been kept a secret would be a lie. The adults did try to keep it on the down-low. They really did. Connie and Jean couldn’t go without telling their mothers that their friend had returned, which resulted in the women telling their friends which resulted in their friends telling their friends, and so on. Soon almost everyone heard that Eren was back but didn’t quite believe it since they had yet to see him. That was until they saw him walking through town with his son and Y/N, all holding hands. As they walked, they would see people stop and stare as well as hear them whispering to each other, asking if that was really him and if he still was a titan shifter.

Y/N looked over at Eren and saw his mouth form into a frown and his eye begin to twitch.

“Eren,” she said, catching his attention. She gave him a small smile, “It’ll be okay.”

Eren returned the smile and nodded. Ian seemed to notice the interaction and squeezed his father’s hand, causing the man to look down at him.

“It’s okay, Daddy!” Ian said with a smile, “We’re happy you’re back home!”

Eren smiled and picked up the boy, bringing him into a hug, “How did you get to be so strong?”

“Because I am!” Ian smiled, patting his father’s cheek, “Let’s go! I don’t wanna be late!”

Eren and Y/N laughed. Eren shifted Ian to his side and grabbed Y/N’s hand as they continued to the school, ignoring the murmurs and stares of the crowd.

“Ian!” Nico shouted as he ran towards the trio as they approached the school.

“Nico!” Ian said, running to his friend after Eren put him on the ground.

“I’m guessing the walk here wasn’t too pleasant?” Armin said sheepishly, putting a hand on Eren’s shoulder in comfort.

“I’m a walking corpse,” Eren snorted.

“Historia knows,” Annie said, “She’s arranging for a conference.”

“Immediately?” Y/N asked.

Armin shook his head, “No. She knows that you two would probably want to spend a little bit of time together, so she will set the date for whenever you two are ready. She would like to get it done before a wedding so that things won’t be too hectic for you. If you guys are even going to get married. Are you?”

“We were actually going to go to the Captain’s cafe to discuss that,” Y/N said, “If you guys want to join us, you’re more than welcome to. We’d actually like your input.”

“Captain’s got some good banana bread!” Jean said, walking up with Mikasa’s hand in his.

“Now we’re just missing Connie…” Y/N hummed.

“I’m here!” Connie shouted, running towards them, “I had to make sure what happened last night wasn’t a dream. Eren! You’re still here!”

“In the flesh,” Eren chuckled.

“Connie, we’re going to the Captain’s for brunch,” Mikasa informed.

“Oh cool, okay, um, Jean?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you…”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Connie, you make your oen money being Historia’s ambassador, how do you keep forgetting your wallet every time we go out to eat?” Armin asked.

“I know! I know!” Connie sighs, “It’s just that I’m so forgetful and Sasha- well- she would always remind me…”

Everyone fell silent at their fallen friend's name.

“Connie,” Eren said, “I’m sorry about Sasha… I really am. I’m sorry I acted like such a jerk when it happened. I just saw it in the future, and I tried so fucking hard to make different choices so she wouldn’t die…”

Connie pulled Eren into a hug, “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you also. I can only imagine how hard it was to know it was going to happen all those years. I just wished I could’ve known, or even Niccolo, so we could have cherished our time with her more. She believed in you, Eren. She believed in you till the end.”

Everyone stayed silent while the two hugged it out, letting them have their moment to reconcile and mourn over their friend together. When the two pulled away, they heard Ian calling to his parents.

“Daddy!” Ian said with a smile, leading a woman by the hand to the group, Lily and Nico following, “Daddy this is Mrs. Foster. She’s my teacher!”

Eren looked from the boy to the woman, who was almost shaking to death looking up at the tall man. The man who almost flattened their entire kingdom five years ago. Everyone else turned away, trying to hold in their laughter at the sight of a teacher about to piss herself in front of their friend.

“I told her that you weren’t dangerous anymore, Daddy! I said you weren’t a titan anymore!” Ian said proudly.

Jean and Connie couldn’t help it. The kid literally told the grown woman that the man wasn’t dangerous, yet she looks like she’d come face to face with the Grim Reaper. Both men doubled over, laughing their asses off.

“Would you two shut up!” Eren said in a broken laugh, Y/N rolling her eyes at the childish behavior of the men around her. She stepped in between the teacher and Eren, drawing the woman’s eyes to her.

“Mrs. Foster, this is Eren Jaeger, Ian’s father,” Y/N said with a smile, gesturing to the man next to her.

Eren smiled at the woman, stretching out his arm to offer her his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

The woman slowly placed a shaky hand into his, jumping at how he firmly grabbed it, “P-Pleasure to m-make your a-acquaintance.”

“I hope Ian hasn’t given you too much trouble,” Eren said, sending a wink to the pouting child.

“Oh, n-no not at all! T-There was a small incident with the children during role call yesterday-”

“Oh, yeah. He told me about it.”

“O-Oh he did?”

Eren nodded, “I told him to not worry about it. He has good friends and a great support system, so he shouldn’t worry about what other people call him. I understand that some people see me as a monster, and it’s what I was. I did it for the protection of Paradise, the whole world actually.”

Mrs. Foster looked at him in confusion, “I-I don’t understand?”

“Everything will be revealed when Queen Historia has her press conference with Eren and all of us,” Armin told her, “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Mrs. Foster nodded, still confused, “Still, such rude things shouldn’t be said to children! I will try my best to make sure that my children don’t be mean to each other.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Foster,” Y/N said with a smile, “Ian really likes you as his teacher. We just want him to have a good time at school.”

“And I will make sure he does!” Mrs. Foster said, “Come along now children, time to go to class!”

Lily and Nico give their parents last hugs before running to the school building, calling for Ian to follow them.

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Ian said giving his parents a big hug before running to the building, “See you after school!”

“Bye baby!” Y/N called, “Have fun!” When Y/N looked over at Eren, she gave him a warm smile and grabbed his hand, turning to the group.

“Eren you totally spooked the old lady!” Connie started laughing again.

“It’s like she thought you were gonna turn into a titan and eat her for what happened to Ian!” Jean howled.

“Which is why we need to make a plan about what our next steps will be,” Mikasa said, dragging Jean and Connie by the ears, “Come on guys. I’m hungry.”

There was no going against Mikasa when she was hungry, so everyone else followed her, snickering at the pain the two men were in, to Levi’s café.

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“Captain!!” Connie shouted once they entered the café, all eyes turning to the former soldiers of the Survey Corps. They were about to give a round of applause for the group but fell silent at the sight of Eren.

“What are you brats doing here?” Levi said hobbling over with a crutch.

“Woah, Captain!” Connie gasped, “You’re…walking?”

“I thought you weren’t allowed to walk.” Armin said, “Your leg was busted.”

“I didn’t want to tell you kids this since I knew you would make a huge deal about it,” Levi sighed, looking around at his uneasy customers. He looked at Eren then the rest of the group, “Let’s sit down and talk.” Levi led them to a corner of the café where he had the boys push two tables together. Levi called one of his employees over to take everyone’s order. Everyone snickered at how Levi told the young man to keep his composure when he saw Eren. But instead of being frightened of Eren, the young man thanked him for protecting Paradis and admitted that he was a Jaegerist when hee was a teenager.

“Mr. Jaeger!” the man exclaimed, “We are having a meeting, the Jaegerists, this weekend. You should come! Everyone would be thrilled to have you there!”

“Oh god…” Jean groaned in annoyance.

“What do you say, Mr. Jaeger? Will you lead the cause once more?”

“There is no cause,” Eren said flatly.

The man looked at him in confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“I never wanted to build an Eldian Empire. I never wanted to destroy Marley. I only used you for my own plan to end the curse of the titans, which I achieved. The Jaegerists should have been disbanded when I died. Go tell your men that Eren Jaeger orders them to give up. Now if you will go do the job that my captain has so graciously given you, I would like to have a peaceful meal with my fiancé and my family.” Eren said.

“Y-Yes, sir. Apologies, sir!” the man said, almost saluting to Eren, but caught himself and walked back into the kitchen.

Eren sighed in annoyance, rubbing his forehead, listening to the whispers spiraling throughout the café.

‘He told the Jaegerists to disband?’

‘Why is he back?’

‘He’s getting married? Wait, that’s the woman with the child that lives alone at the beach. Is he the father?’

‘He did all of that to get rid of the titans?’

Levi noticed Eren’s discomfort, and stood to address the customers in his café, “Alright, everyone out! The café is closing early. If you haven’t paid don’t worry about it. Everyone out, now!”

Slowly but surely, everyone in the café filed out of the building. Levi told Jean to lock the doors and flip the sign to ‘Closed’. The young man and another employee came out to give everyone their food but were surprised to see the café empty. Levi told them to go ahead and clean up then clock out.

“The Jaegerists still exist?” Eren asked in disbelief.

“Yep,” Jean sighed, “You got some dedicated idiots.”

“I mean, most of them did some good,” Armin said, “They combined the three military branches into one to protect the kingdom… but yeah there are a few of them that still believe that we should take over Marley or something.”

“That’s one thing you’ll have to address at the conference,” Y/N said, rubbing Eren’s back in comfort.

Eren nodded in understanding, then turned to his captain, “So you can walk?” he said, still intrigued by seeing him walking.

Levi sighed, “Not fully. I was in Marley so much the last two months because those two idiots were having trouble running the café over there. I made acquaintances with a doctor there who said that they came up a new method of surgery that helps mend bones faster and better. He said he knew about what happened to me during our battle against you, and it hurt him seeing me in so much pain. Not that I was, I just hated being in that wheelchair for so long. So, he offered to perform the surgery on me.”

“And you said yes?” Jean asked.

“Of course, I did you brat!” Levi growled, “I’m tired of people doing things for me.”

“But why were you in the wheelchair last night?” Annie inquired.

“I’m still in therapy,” Levi huffed, “I have to use the wheelchair occasionally, so I don’t re-injure myself. I’m told in about a year from now, I should be able to function normally again… It’s a pain in the ass, but at least I’ll be able to do stuff by myself.”

“That’s amazing, Captain!” Y/N beamed.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Captain’, Y/N. The Scouts are disbanded.” Levi said.

“I mean yeah,” Mikasa shrugged, “But we don’t feel comfortable calling you by your name. You’ve always been ‘Captain’ to us.”

“And you’ll always be our Captain!” Y/N smiled.

“You all kept your ODM gear, didn’t you?” Levi sighed.

“Yep,” Jean said, “Sometimes Mikasa and I go into the woods and use them while Lily is with my mom. It’s nostalgic. Feels good to use them.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Eren said, turning to the other two couples, “How do you guys find time to do… you know… with kids around?”

“We haven’t really had much time to ourselves,” Armin said, Annie, nodding with him.

“We usually get time to ourselves in Marley. We leave Nico with my father while we stay in a hotel for a night. Here, not so much. Sometimes while she’s at school. But either one of us is with Historia doing work.”

“Same here,” Mikasa said, “Usually we will send Lily to Jean’s mother.”

“Let me guess,” Jean snorted, “Ian cockblocked you?”

“I told him it’s normal. Kids require a lot of attention,” Y/N said with a sigh.

“I mean yeah,” Connie said, “But you both have been like- well in Y/N’s case, holding back for five years. And you,” he said gesturing to Eren, “have been…dead? I mean you both must be…frustrated?”

“We already fixed that this morning,” Eren said.

“Shower?” Armin asked.

“Shower,” Eren replied, snorting at Y/N covering her cheeks in shame as she looked over to the captain. It then dawned on everyone that the captain, the person they considered a parent, was listening to them talking about when they fuck.

“Oh god…” Armin groaned, “I am so sorry Cap-”

“I agree,” Levi said casually while taking a sip of his tea, catching everyone off guard, “Do it while the kids are still asleep in the morning. The shower drowns out the noises. But if you want a more intimate and open setting, send the kids off.”

“Yeah, but where?” Eren said in a broken laugh, “Both our parents are dead.”

Armin let out a snort, everyone turning to him, “I’m sorry,” he giggled, “but I just had a fun idea. Why don’t we each take turns hosting the kids ‘slumber parties’ when one of us needs a break?”

“What do you mean?” Jean asked.

“Well, let’s say you and Mikasa want to have a romantic evening with just the two of you. If you don’t want to burden your mom with watching Lily, just hand her off to us or Y/N and Eren. That way Lily can have a slumber party with her friends and you two can enjoy some alone time. Same with Ian and Nico.”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Y/N agreed, “We might be hosting for a while because Ian will want to be around Eren. He’s been wanting to have a slumber party with Nico and Lily, but now that Eren’s back, he’ll want to stick around with him. But we will definitely take you up on that offer when the wedding rolls around.”

“So, you’re going to get married?!” Connie said, “Did you propose, Eren?”

“Not really,” Eren said with a small smile.

“We kind of actually just agreed on it,” Y/N chuckled, “We want to keep it small and intimate. Just you all and your families. Historia and the others in Marley as well. Nothing too big.”

“When do you plan to have the ceremony?” Mikasa asked.

“Well, we wanted to do it soon, because someone is desperate to have another baby,” Y/N chuckled, giving Eren a light punch to his arm, “But because of the conference Historia is planning, we might have wait until after that. Just so we can have the wedding and not worry about too much after that. By the way, Captain, are you ordained? We knew Commander Erwin and Hange were.”

“Yeah,” Levi said, “I’m ordained. I’ve performed a couple of weddings in the Survey Corps.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Mostly desperate couples who fucked a couple of times and decided to get married before missions in case something happens to them.”

“Tragic,” Connie said.

“Mhm,” Levi agreed, “Made me feel like shit when they died.”

“Well,” Y/N said, clearing her throat, “We’d like for you to officiate our wedding. Will you?”

Levi gave her and Eren a smile, “Sure.”

Y/N gave Eren a big smile and hugged him.

“Thank you, Captain,” Eren said.

Levi gave Eren a nod and turned to Armin, “So we just need to decide a date for the conference?”

Armin nodded and turned to Eren, “Historia said it’s up to you when you’re ready.”

Eren looked at Y/N to get her opinion. She squeezed his hand, “It’s up to you.”

Eren looked back at Armin, “This weekend. I want all of this behind me so I can live my life with my family in peace.”

Armin nodded, “I will tell Historia today when I leave from here. Now I know you both have some things to do for the rest of today, so let’s finish up our meals. Each of you will be participating in this conference as well. This is where we tell everyone the truth about what really happened five years ago.”

Armin lifted his cup, everyone following him, “For Eren.”

“For Eren.”

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Everything went by so fast for Y/N and Eren. The whole town was buzzing now that Eren was back. People would cower in fear before him or rejoice in his return, all the while the couple just tried to act like it was normal. The conference happened. Everyone was there in attendance, even the Warriors from Marley came in to participate. It was there that the truth was revealed about what happened five years ago. That Eren’s plan all along was to turn into the villain to bring the two countries together to end him and the curse of the titans. It was there that Eren apologized publicly for his actions and the lives he took. That he had no choice but to do it so that no one else will suffer under the rule of the titans. That he would accept any punishment given to him. To everyone’s surprise, the conference, the reveal of the truth, and Eren’s apology had people both in Marley and Paradise stepping behind him. Many people would thank Eren for everything he did, for sacrificing himself so that they could live without fear. Because of the amount of support, he received and with the titans now gone from the world, Queen Historia and the government of Marley agreed to drop any charges against Eren Jaeger, allowing him his wish to live a peaceful life with his family and friends.

A week after the conference, Y/N and Eren were wed at the beach near their home, finally bringing their dream that they promised each other eight years ago when they first went to Marley to reality, surrounded by their family. Not even a month into their marriage, Y/N became pregnant with their second child. Eren was ecstatic at the news. He made sure Y/N was well taken care of. It got to the point where Y/N had to get onto him about not letting her do much, only to have her heart melt when he told her that he wants to do everything he never got the chance to do for her when she was pregnant with Ian. She laughed every time Eren and Ian would work together frantically to make sure she was comfortable. She knew that they both made an agreement to protect her, and it warmed her heart to see that they have formed such a strong father-son relationship.

Ian was doing better with the kids at school. Since Eren’s conference, the kids had been nicer to Ian, apologizing for how they treated him when school started. He was almost as happy as Eren was to hear that he would be a big brother, immediately telling his friends.

The ‘kids slumber party’ trade-off had been very successful amongst the couples. They even allowed Connie to watch the kids sometimes when all three couples need some alone time together. The kids absolutely adored their Uncle Connie. Sometimes it got to the point where Levi would have to step in and assist the poor man in maintaining the hyper five-year-olds. Levi would never admit it, but they all knew he enjoyed spending time with his kids’ kids. One night, after a long session of passionate, heavily pregnant lovemaking, Y/N and Eren had decided on a name for a boy and a girl and who the godparents would be. A couple of months latere, Y/N, coincidentally, gave birth a couple of days after their captain was released from his physical therapy. When Levi walked into the hospital room, he noticed Connie was there as well, cooing at the baby in Y/N’s arms with Eren standing next to her with tears in his eyes. Y/N looked up from her baby to see her captain walking towards her, giving him a big smile.

“How do you feel?” she asked him.

“Like myself again,” Levi said. He approached the side of her bed and looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in its mother’s arms, “And who is this new cadet?”

Eren looked at Y/N who gave him a nod. He placed a hand on Connie’s shoulder, and gave it a squeeze, “Her name is Sasha. Sasha Jaeger.”

Connie looked at the couple with wide eyes, tears quickly filling up as he hugged Eren with all his might, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he cried. Eren chuckled at his friend's excitement that they decided to use the name he suggested.

Levi sniffed as he tried to quickly wipe a tear that was about to escape his eye.

“I saw that, Captain,” Y/N laughed.

“It’s a good name,” Levi said with a deep breath, “A good way to honor her.”

“So why are we here?” Connie asked, wiping his tears away.

“Well,” Eren said, looking at Y/N.

“We wanted to ask you two if you would be her godfathers. Will you take care of her if anything were to happen to us?” Y/N asked.

“Yes!” Connie said, tears spilling out of his eyes again, “Of course, I will!”

Y/N looked up at her Captain, who leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Anything for you, kid,” he said with a smile as he looked at the couple, “You both did good.”

“Connie,” Y/N said, “Do you want to hold her?”

“C-Can I?” Connie said, looking at Eren almost asking for permission.

“She’s the boss. Don’t look at me. But if you drop her, I swear-”

“I won’t!” Connie said as he held out his hands.

Y/N carefully placed her newborn into his arms, watching with a smile as Connie carefully swayed with her daughter.

“Hi, Sasha~” Connie cooed, “Aren’t you a beautiful thing! I’m gonna be the best godfather you could ever have. Actually, Levi might be better at it than me, but I’ll be the funnest one.”

“That’s not even a word,” Levi said, “And of course, I’ll be better than you.”

“Sh!” Connie hushed his captain, “I’m speaking to my goddaughter. You’ll have your turn. Now I want you to know that you are named after a very special woman. Her name was Sasha Braus and she was the absolute best, just you’re gonna be…”

Y/N gave a big smile at how attached Connie and Levi are to their daughter already. She looked up at Eren who leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, “You did amazing my Campanula~”

“Well, I had my two favorite boys help me along the way,” Y/N smiled, taking his hand in hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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As Y/N and Eren live on their lives, they have three more kids, the last pregnancy being a set of twins, catching them both by surprise. The family ended up being three girls and four boys. When Y/N was pregnant with the third, Eren decided to expand the house, adding a couple of more rooms. Y/N laughed when the twins came, joking with Eren that he somehow knew the future when he added the extra rooms. Because of the success that Eren had at getting Y/N pregnant so many times, the boys dubbed Eren the BMG, the Baby Making God. Though after having the twins, Y/N told Eren that she was done having children. She laughed at his reaction and told him that sex would still happen, but that he would need to be more careful.

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Y/N sighed in contentment as she walked along the beach with her husband hand in hand, watching their children play together in the water.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” Eren asked as he brought her hand up to his lips.

“We went through so much as kids,” she said, as she watched eleven-year-old Ian and six-year-old Sasha entertain their younger siblings with so much love in her eyes, “so that they could smile.”

“We did,” Eren said as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side. He watched as Ian tied his hair up so that his siblings wouldn’t pull on it, his son’s green eyes filled with laughter as his younger brother but a sand bucket on his head. True to his word, Ian grew out his hair to look like his father.

“He really does look like me,” Eren chuckled.

“I know!” Y/N huffed, “There’s like, none of me in him! You literally put a clone of yourself inside me. It’s so funny because the rest of them look like both of us!”

Eren laughed and pulled his wife in, pressing his lips against hers.

“Do you miss it?” she asked.

“Miss what?”

“The old times. Battling titans. Being a titan yourself.”

“I mean, not really,” Eren said, “I was always scared of losing you then, and now I don’t. Because we are safe, with our family.”

Y/N smiled and hugged her husband.

“You know, I kind of miss your titan,” she confessed.

“Ugh, I know! I kind of do too. It was so awesome,” Eren groaned, completely agreeing with her.

“Except for the whole ‘you only have thirteen years left to live’ thing,” Y/N said.

“Yeah, except for that,” Eren agreed.

“It was pretty sexy, not going to lie,” Y/N hummed, “It’s a shame we never tried anything with it… you were always off with Hange doing experiments or using it on missions…”

“You know that physically would not have worked, baby,” Eren said.

“I mean,” Y/N shrugged, “you had fingers and a tongue…”

Eren grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to try that?!”

“I thought you wouldn’t want to,” Y/N whined.

“Of course, I would’ve!” Eren groaned.

“Oh my god, Eren!” Y/N exclaimed, “Of course, we figure this out when there are no more titans!”

Eren laughed, “I guess we’re both at fault for that missed opportunity.”

Y/N snorted, “Yeah…”

“I’m just happy to be here with you,” Eren said as he kissed her head, “To have a family with you.”

“Me too,” Y/N sighed, leaning into him, noses touching, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Eren sighed, latching his lips onto hers.

“You’re stuck with me Jaeger,” Y/N smirked against his lips.

Eren gave her another kiss, “Forever and ever.”

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Whoo! The final part is done! I hope you all enjoyed it! i feel like i might’ve rushed it at the end...idk ive been running on like 5 hours of sleep for like the past two days lol! I would love to hear what you thought of it!

[kasunana]

Morning After

I tried looking for Nana x Hachi fic yesterday, and it was a struggle bus so here I am to write my own fic after a very, very long hiatus. Inspired by every Hachi playlist on Youtube because god bless those creators. 

Synopsis: What if it didn’t matter that Nana was a girl? What if Hachi was in love with her? And what if they... kissed?

Rating: M (maybe E, we’ll see lmao - this first chapter feels more T though) 

Content Warning(s): Dubcon

Pairing: A very bisexual Nana and a comphet lesbian who is currently single Hachi (Nana Osaki x Nana Komatsu) 

As autumn sunlight streamed in through the large window over the kitchen table, Nana began to stir. It was warm, but it was bright - and the pounding in the back of her head was starting to ramp up to a pain that she couldn’t ignore. Her muscles felt stiff, and the back of her neck ached from leaning against the table all night. 

Just what the fuck happened last night? 

She opened her eyes, slowly so as to avoid the worst of the glare and rubbed away the remnants of last night’s eye makeup with the back of her hand. The last thing she remembered was singing loudly with Hachi on the karaoke machine that Nobuo had brought over, and then nothing. As she straightened up,  something moved in her lap. She glanced downwards. 

Oh. 

Hachi had shifted to bury her face into Nana’s thighs, her light brown hair tousled and messy from sleep. She was breathing steadily, the rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still dead to this world and quite comfortable where she was. And though she had shifted relatively quickly, nothing could hide the red lipstick prints peppered across her cheeks, her neck, her lips. 

Did I - ? Could we have? While we were drunk? 

The idea of it didn’t upset her, but there had always been a line. A thin one, sure, but the thought that they may have crossed it without knowing it was upsetting. She groaned, and Hachi seemed to groan softly in response. She heard a quiet, “Nana...” and the arms around her waist tightened for a moment before her roommate’s eyes fluttered open, widening as she realized what she was doing. She let go and shot up, banging her head on the table in the process. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” She gripped the back of her head and looked to be in almost as much pain as Nana, and her face flushed a deep pink as tears welled in her eyes. 

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Nana! I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but I didn’t think I would fall asleep-” she was blubbering now, the words tumbling out in a cascade of um’s and ah’s.

“It’s okay, Hachi.” 

She raised a hand to rub at the bump starting to grow on the back of Hachi’s head, smoothing her hair down in the process.

“Are you okay?” 

“I’ll be f-fine,” Hachi said, averting her gaze as her voice hitched. What Nana hadn’t realized was the trail of pink lipstick marks across her own face that wound their way into her shirt - as well as the purpling hickeys on her neck and collarbones. Hachi had noticed though - after all, she had been the one to put them there. 

Nana looked unconvinced, but she scooted off the bench anyways and headed to the kitchen - returning with two glasses of water and the bottle of painkillers they kept in a cabinet for hangovers. Hachi took the water gratefully, bringing the glass to her lips and swallowing two pills. A wave of relief washed over her - until Nana asked something that nearly made her choke. 

“So, what happened last night?” 

[coollemonsaresour]

Promising Hands

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Child reader x Romanrogers  

Warnings: blood, Injured child, violence, angst, but fluff. THIS SUCKS, it was a rush job, and is not edited 

Summary: One Red-head Russian, One Cool Ranch Dorito, and a mission that can change their lives forever.

Word count :1458

A/N:  Spare me I have not written in awhile.  this has been in my drafts i have just be to S H Y to post them. oh, and request are open.

Request?: NAH!!!!!!!!!!! DIS WAS ALLLLLL MEH .  Spare me i have not written in  awhile. 

“Steve this floor is clear, I'm moving to  Sub-level one.” The Russian spy said, pressing and releasing the button on her earpiece. “Okay, be careful.” She then rolled her eyes with a scoffed and pressed her earpiece. “When am I not?” She said, continuing down the flight of stairs. “I can think of a couple of times,” he said in a seductive voice. “You know what Rogers, I have work to do, you should do the same. “Whatever you say” she then turned “Mmhmm'' she said with her guns raised starting down a hallway. She then came in contact with two hydra agents but shot them down effortlessly, each three times. Head. Chest.Stomach. She then saw a light flicker in a room down the hallway with its’ door cracked open.

 She walked down the hallway and pushed the door open with her gun ready for any danger. The room looked like a messy lab, things were everywhere, the computers were destroyed, chemicals and serums spilled on the table as if they were in a rush. 

 An agent then came behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, making her drop her gun. Nat countered by elbowing him in his face and then kicking him in his chest through a glass table, then grabbed her gun. When he attempted to get up she shot him twice in the stomach. 

She then heard a gasp and snapped her attention toward the sound raising her gun once more. She then slowly proceeds toward the table. She leaned over the table and looked under it to see a little girl about 3 or 4 with her knees curled up to her chest and her head buried in her crossed arms. 

 “Hello,” Natasha said in a calm and friendly tone, which is very unlikely for this assassin. The child then looked up and flinched trying to scoot back farther. When she backed against the wall, she snapped her focus back at the women. 

 Her e/c eyes were met with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, which were comforting. She gasped when she saw Nat’s gun. “H-hey, it’s’ okay, I won’t hurt you,” Nat said, putting her gun into the holster.  “What is your name?” She asked the girl “Y/n” the child responded barely above a whisper.”That is a beautiful name, I’m Natasha, now let's get you somewhere safe.” 

 “N-no more b-bad people?” The little girl asked, voice is full of insecurity. “No more bad people,” Nat said reassuringly. “You promise?” “I promise” “How can I trust you?” “We promise to protect you from bad men always, and if you give me your hand I promise to never let it go, Okay?” “Okay,”  

At the moment, Nat knew that she was immediately attached to the wounded girl. What wounded girl!?! Nat was too distracted by the girl to realize the blood-soaked shirt and the growing crimson pool around the girl. Without hesitation, Nat grabbed the little girl and rushed out of the room.  “ Hey Steve I found Hydra’s project and she needs medical help.” “She?... It’s a person?” “Yes and she needs medical evac, keep up Steve.”  

The little girl wrapped her arms around Nat’s neck and her legs and her waist. When they got outside the little girl buried her face in Nat’s neck to avoid the blinding light in the sky that was unknown to her, Nat could help but think of how cute the sight was.  

Nat felt the body go limp and started to run faster. When she reached the quinjet, Nat carefully laid the unconscious girl on the floor and then examined the little body. The little girls were very pale, hardly breathing, and had lost a lot of blood, multiple cut wounds, a very big and deep stab wound. It looked like someone tried to kill her, in the mist of their base being invaded.

 Nat found a cloth and started applying pressure while Steve flew the jet as fast as he could. With one hand Nat tried to stop the bleeding, and in the other she held the child’s hand, keeping her promise.  

 When they arrived, Nat ran with the little girl straight to med bey, there she found Bruce, who was talking to Dr.Cho. “Hey Na- who is that?” he asked immediately getting a gurney. “Hydra’s project, and she needs help,” Nat stated, placing the girl on the bed, still holding her hand. “Bruce, help her please, she stopped breathing like a couple of seconds ago.” she said still holding the girl’s hand, following the gurney down the hall toward the O.R. when they reached the doors of the room nat was stopped by a nurse, the sudden action causing her to let go of the girl's hand.    

“ No I have to stay with her.” she said, trying to push past the doctor.“ Ma’am you should let the doctors do their work.” the nurse said, trying to block the doorway. Nat was getting angry, and trust me you do not want to make Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow angry. “ No she needs me. I have-,” “Ma’am, please, listen to me-” “ NO! You listen to m-” “ Sorry nurse, I’ll take it from here” Steve said, cutting off Natasha and pushing her away from the door  to a wall in the hallway.   

“Steve, babe, no, I-i h-have to be in there, I-i need, i need to hold her hand,” Steve looked at her with a sad expression “She was scared, and I know what it is like at that age, when your in a situation you don’t want to,  a-and have horrible people do bad things to you and make you do bad, bad things.” she stated with worry.  

Steve gave her a small smile and then pulled her into a hug. He knew that she was referencing the red room, and how she hated what they did to kids at such a young age and how it was scarring. “Nat, everything will be fine,” he said, stroking her hair, all she did in response was give a nod. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get something to eat and come back down, and I will be here when they finish with her in the recovery room.” he said pulling away from the hug, she just nodded again and walked down the hall.   

When Nat came back down to MedBay, (y/n) was out of o.r., and in recovery. She walked into the room to see the girl connect to all different monitors, an IV, and a breathing tube in her nose. Steve was asleep on the armchair next to the bed with one of his hands resting on top of one of the girl’s. That made Nat smile softly. 

 She was walking around the room reading Bruce's analysis, and that's when Steve woke up. “You look refreshed” he said stretching, his voice still groggy.  “Yeah after showers, eating, and debrief, I was really tired, and took a cat nap,” she said, kissing his forehead. “How’s she doing?” Nat said, holding the girl's other hand. “M’kay, but my tummy hurts.” the girl said with a small smile, Nat and Steven happily returning  it.  

That a was 4 and half months ago 

 Y/n woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, and tears streaming down you  face. A bad dream. The small girl got out of bed and walked down the hall.  Three doors down, make a left, first door on the right.   

Being the trained ex-assassin/spy she is, as soon at the door opens she lifted her head to see who it was. “Y/n, hun, why are you up?” she said concern taking over her face.  “I had a bad dream” she whispered.  “M’sorry babes, do you want to sleep with me and daddy,” she asked giving the little girl grabby hands. The girl gave a small smile, and nodded her head, walked over to Nat’s side of the bed and climbed in. the girl got under the blankets and and cuddle closer to Nat and she held you tight, and buried your face in her chest.   

“я люблю тебя, детка” she planting a kiss to the girls forehead. “I love you too mama” the girl replied with a small yawn. Steve then rolled over, moving closer to the pair, wrapping a protective arm around Natasha and y/n.“ I love you y/n/n” he said. “I love you too daddy.” “My two favorite girls,” “Good night babe” he said to the redhead, giving her a kiss. “Good night baby.” she said, returning the kiss. “Good night y/n” they said at the same time, kissing your head. “Good night”. 

я люблю тебя, детка~ I love you Baby

FIN                                                

[lavenderjacobs]

fluff alphabet - karl jacobs

tw; none just pure fluff >.< wc; 2K pronouns; tried my best to make it gender neutral <3

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?) 

Karl just loves looking at your pretty face. He loves the familiar feeling he gets when he looks at you. He loves your nose and how it feels under his fingers. He loves the way your face fits perfectly on his shoulder. He loves cupping your face with his hands and looking into your eyes. It might be really cheesy, but Karl also just adores your smile. This man just melts at the way you’re entire face lights up when you laugh.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you) 

Karl is a simple man lmao. Obviously he loves going out and doing fun things with you. But he would way rather enjoy your company in private. Just the two of you. His favourite memories of being with you probably consist of being cuddled up and completely devoured by blankets while watching a movie. Or you sitting on his lap while he plays Minecraft, struggling to stay awake while he keeps planting little kisses on the top of your head. 

C=Cuddles  (What type of cuddles do they like?) 

OMG KARL IS SUCH A HOE FOR CUDDLES. Whenever you two lay in bed together he just holds you so close to him the entire time. He just loves feeling you so close to him and knowing that you’re safe and happy. He loves being bigger spoon so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours, but he definitely won’t complain about being little spoon either. He loves resting his head on your chest, just listening to your heartbeat as he has his arms wrapped around your waist. 

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?) 

Karl definitely has a dirty mind oops. He is very open about it too. He can be very soft with you but when he’s whore knee he just wants to have his way with you. That can mean planting sloppy kisses on your neck from behind you while your just minding your business in the kitchen, or giving you ‘that’ look when you come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around your body.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?) 

Karl is on it 24/7 to make sure your happy. He loves planning little dates, even if it’s just a walmart run or a drive around the neighbourhood, he just wants to spend time with you. Whenever you’re going through a tough time he will drop everything to make sure you’re okay. For example he could be streaming, and you would text him saying you’re sad, not knowing he would be streaming, and he’d just end the stream right there to go spoil you with cuddles and loving words.  

F=First date (What was your first date together) 

Your pre-dating relationship was probably either a friends to lovers one, or an enemies to lovers one. Constantly teasing each other but everyone, including your friends, would know what was really going on. You probably got tricked into going on a date with him for the first time, both acting like you hated it but secretly falling harder and harder for each other with every second. 

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?) 

This dude literally treats you like he could break you. He hold your hands like they’re little butterflies and plants the softest kisses on your forehead. He’s also super protective and possessive of you. He hates the thought of you going out alone, and whenever you two are at a party or something he’s just constantly holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you, to show you’re his.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

To be honest, Karl’s hands are probably one of his best features. He takes such good care of them and loves wearing rings. He also loves wearing black nail polish, and constantly wants you to polish his nails for him. He could easily do it himself but that’s not the point lol

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

The first time Karl saw you walk into a room he lost his breath for a second no joke. He was just so taken aback by your charming attitude and thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He just immediately walked up to you to ask you for your name. 

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

Karl is such a pouty little jealous boy. He gets really whiney and needy in public when you’re not giving him enough attention. Whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he just gets extra lovey-dovey with you, wanting to make sure everyone knows you’re his. You would know exactly what was going on but just play along with it. One time you joined him on a filming day with the mr beast crew. All the boys would give you lots of attention, making flirty jokes mostly just to mess with Karl. Which worked because oh my god you had never seen him so touchy. You would ask him what was up and he would act like nothing was bothering him. “I’m fine why? Am i not allowed to show affection to my gf/bf/so anymore?” 

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

Anything that has to do with touching you, Karl is a sucker for. (have I mentioned this man’s love language is 100% physical touch?) He litarally kisses your neck or forehead every 5 seconds, it’s just his way of showing he’s there. He doesn’t shy away from pda either. He won’t hasitate to kiss you passionately in front of a crowd of people. He doesn’t care who’s watching, all he cares about is you. 

L=Love  (Do they show their love?) 

As I said, this dude’s love language is definitely physical touch. After that probably comes quality time. He will get super pouty if the two of you haven’t gotten to properly spend time with each other for a while. For example, whenever you’re on your laptop working on something for school or work he will get super whiney, constantly begging for you to get off your laptop and come cuddle with him. He’s less good at expressing his love through words of affection. Obviously, this man tells you he loves you all of the time, but he gets scared about having deep conversations about your relationship, he’s just scared he’ll say something stupid and mess it all up.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

His favourite memory in general 100% has something to do with you. If he had to pick one, it would probably be that one time he introduced you to all his friends from the SMP. He’d be on a videocall on discord with Dream, George, Sapnap, Alex, Tommy, and Wilbur. They had been begging to meet you since forever, but he always said no, because he was scared they’d say something to embarrass him. But after some persuasion of you, he finally gave in. “HOLY FUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REAL THATS SO POGGERSS!” Alex yelled when you joined the call and sat next to Karl. You burst out laughing. You all just played Minecraft and messed around with each other for that night. All of Karl’s friends really liked you, and Karl himself couldn’t be prouder. 

N=Nickname  (What nicknames do they call you?)  

He has practically replaced your real name with “Baby” at this point. He loves calling you baby or babe in front of other people to show that you’re his. But when it’s just the two of you he would definitely be the type of guy to call you something really cheesy like sweetheart or darling. You love it tho :)

O=Over  (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

The only thing you and Karl would ever fight about would be whenever your schedules would clash and you would spend less time together because of work/school. A lack of communication and both being exhausted lead to a huge fight once. Ending with you both thinking it just wasn’t gonna work out like this. You had slept in a nearby hotel for a night or two, basically crying yourself to sleep every night, because Karl wasn’t laying next to you. After a few days of both being miserable you realized that the two of you are meant for each other. You showed up to your house again, and almost tackled Karl with how fast you ran into his arms. “I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered in your ear. 

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

You and Karl both think it’s too early to have children, but you love just having endless conversations about how amazing it would be to have a little baby of your own. Just fantasizing about showing the little thing off to all of your friends, thinking of ridiculous baby-names together. Everytime you have these types of conversations you just melt at the thought of Karl actually being a dad one day. He’d be perfect for it. 

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

I’m not saying homeboy has abandonment issues but....whenever you get up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something, he either gets very twitchy in his sleep, or wakes up right away and asks you where you’re going. “Y/N?” He says with a sleepy voice. You reach out for his face in the dark and gently ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Only getting some water baby, I’ll be right back.” You reassure him. 

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

Karl doesn’t want things to feel forced. He just wants things to be effortless. Big romantic gestures and fancy restaurants scare him. He has a very specific way of showing his affection to you and you know this, so you don’t expect him to wake you up with breakfast in bed or anything. Making it even more special whenever he does pull something like that. 

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

Karl didn’t really like showing any emotion to you whenever he would be sad, he felt like he’d be bothering you with his problems. But after you explained to him that you just want to be there for him whenever he’s feeling down, he started warming up to you. Sometimes he would just crawl in bed with you hiding his face in your shoulder. You would play with his hair while he talked to you about what bothered him. He always feels so comforted and safe with you.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

Karl can be super hyper. Constantly wanting to do stuff like bake cookies or play minecraft with you. You’d obviously always be down to do these types of things with him. But he could also really find the joy in simple things like just watching a movie or getting his nails painted by you. Whenever you would have these types of moments, Karl just keeps cracking little jokes to make you laugh. He also would be telling you how much he loved you every 5 seconds. Just so you know.

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

Sometimes Karl can have a little trouble trying to get into your mindset. But he does think it’s super important to know what you’re going through and do his best to help you. Whenever you’re dealing with anxiety or depression, he makes sure to ask you what he can do to help you and be there for you. He tries to do as much research as possible, trying to find the best way to help you.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

Karl cherishes the relationship you have for so many reasons. One of the most important ones being that he can have fun with you. Both understanding each other’s type of humour, finding joy in the same types of things. He just loves that you know and understand exactly how his brain works, because it’s very similar to yours. 

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

Karl literally proposed to you 2 months into dating. He knows you’re the one. It’s very clear to him. But after discussing it you both decided that having a wedding would be way too stressful right now. It’s definitely not that you wouldn’t marry him, obviously you would, but you both know that breaking up just isn’t an option, so why go through all that trouble, just to get it on paper? You both agreed on this, but after all Karl just wants to see that ring on your finger, just so he knows you’re his forever.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Earlier in your relationship, Karl would often have trouble reading you, he would be very hyper and touchy with you, and would just be completely oblivious to the fact that you where sad or tired or something. But as he got to know you better, he learned exactly how to tell when you’d be sad. He knew to get you some food, put on a tv show and play with your hair, without you having to tell him you weren’t feeling like going out or doing something extravagant.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

Karl would hate to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t in it for the same reason as he is. He doesn’t like to ‘date around’. He want’s someone who was a very similar vision of their future, so that’s why he’s so lucky he found you. The most reoccurring arguments you two have are about not agreeing on your future. He finds it very hard to compromise and doesn’t just ‘agree to disagree’. 

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

Karl just has to touch you in some way when he’s sleeping. Having his arms wrapped around you, having his legs intertwined with yours, resting his face in the crook between your head and shoulders, you name it. He also loves to hold hands whenever you two are sleeping. As i said, this man gets very icky about you leaving him when he’s sleeping. So, he just wants to know you’re there. All of the time.