#bc why easy if u can make it harder?

[kaia001]

Shang Qieckhua

[killjoy-prince]

Why are the second bad relationship ends hard to get for the deep route boys ughhhhhhhhhh

[astrow1zar6]

Astro Observations-32

Gemini moons have very unstable opinions and values. They usually change what they believe in based on their social environment. It’s very easy to convince them it’s this and not that if you’re convincing enough. These constant changes can make people confused in what they actually believe in. Very rare they have fixed beliefs about something. They contradict themselves a lot.

Gemini suns if underdeveloped can be big copy cats. I think they do it as a way to fit in so they’re more susceptible to changing their style or mannerisms based off of others they inspire to be like

Aries suns get triggered by everything very easily. If you say something they don’t like or that offends them they can take it from 0-100 real quick. They can be very mean at times but that’s usually their defense mechanism for feeling hurt. They can let wayyy to much things get to them they should learn to not take things so personally even if they are offended (this goes for Aries moon as well!!!) Controlling their reactions to how they deal with bs can help their mental peace a lot. When they learn not everything needs a reaction they can really become some bosses fr

Pisces/12th house placements show different versions of themselves based off of the persons vibe their interacting with. Which is why some ppl can see them as quiet and reserved and another person can see them as hot headed and loud and another can see them as sweet and outgoing etc. They can read ppls energy very easily which is why I believe they’re able to subconsciously change their personality to certain ppl as a defense mechanism to sorta see if that person is safe enough to be their true selfs. This can be why a lot of ppl see them in so many different lights. (Ex: my brother has a 12th house stellium and with family he’s extremely awkward & reserved but I’m his school he’s extremely popular & social and gets in trouble for talking too much). Learning to be more comfortable showing ur true self to others (other than the people they see as safe) can help others pin point better the person you are.

Cancer moons are so emotionally intelligent it’s insane

I notice your moon sign acts more like the stereotypical sign then your sun sign (ex: Scorpio moons act more like stereotypical Scorpios then Scorpio suns)

Leo moons are very passionate ppl. They want to live the intensity of life & they live it like that. That’s why ppl mistake their behavior for exaggeration & drama. These are actually their feelings they don’t exaggerate they truly feel that intensity. They’re only playful with selected people which is why others can see them as cold at times. If underdeveloped they can act like know it alls a lot, they can be very defensive and hard headed to others advice bc they believe they know better. Can result in big ego problems if not checked. But overall genuine hearted ppl.

Virgo moons get the “ick” from people easily that don’t value what they value

Sag moons do you guys deal with deep emotions at all? Everyone I met with this placement is abnormally very jolly & nothing usually bothers them much. How do you guys deal with emotions?? I’m lowkey jealous of this moon placement because of how well you take negatively. They’re able to transmute negative energy into something positive with such little effort. This can be somewhat stressful for deeper signs however to really see under all that joy. This lack of depth can make it harder for others to relate at times. This placement is the definition of golden retriever energy.

Ppl with Aries mars in their chart gain muscle VERY easily (especially in their arms) these people actually enjoy working out and going to the gym normally. As kids they had a surplus of physical energy. They were usually always running around or climbing stuff making obstacles courses, arm wrestling ppl etc. this placement is a blessing in terms of energy levels and health.

Taurus placement can sit around and watch tv all day if u let them. They really love TV especially movies. I notice this more with Taurus mars as well, they’re more likely to watch movies all day or binge watch shows for hours. It’s usually their happy place (and when u add food to it they’ll never leave lol)

Taurus moons usually always grew up loving fashion and clothes. Even as kids they can be very creative with the outfits the wore. They were usually too stubborn to have their mom pick out their clothes cuz they wanted a certain “look” (I’m guilt for this) they are also very fond of thrifting! Can be big shopaholics lol

Pisces moons tend to ghost ppl they’re close too with very little warning. They’ll just randomly decide to move to another state without informing anyone which can catch ppl off guard a lot. They do this especially when they feel overwhelmed with life and responsibilities. These are the hardest ppl to keep in touch with (unless you’re a love interest) they tend to put their love interests before everyone.

Pisces suns fall in love with some of the most psychotic/mentally unstable ppl ever lol. They tend to have very chaotic love life’s and tend to go for people that need some sort of mental help.

Out of all the Venus signs I feel like Taurus Venus’s have the easiest time in relationships. They tend to go for very stable people that usually treat them well. They have the ability to attract very helpful partners. (Cries in aqua Venus 🥲) however they can be more likely to take their partners for granted and don’t realize how good they have it.

Another question for other astrologers does the house of ur Venus give the same affect as the sign? Like for example ( does having a 5th house Venus give the same effect as having a Leo Venus in a way? Or is it not as strong?)

[ddejavvu]

hello! i just reviewed your req rules and i had been wanting to request something about spencer reid with an east asian partner bc i thought i remembered you saying you were okay with writing specific ethnicities, but i’m not sure if my request will match up with the rule you mentioned about teaching each other a skill.

my idea was for the reader to teach a clumsy, info-dumping reid about how to use chopsticks but i’m worried it goes against your req guidelines 😅 i’m not sure if using chopsticks is something you know how to do or also write about how to teach someone it, but i just thought it could be super fluffy and soft with reid being a klutzy nerd and the reader being super soft and encouraging but also laughing at him for being a genius who doesn’t understand chopsticks. super fluffy and soft stuff with maybe some kisses and stuff haha.

i hope that this doesn’t come across in any way i didn’t intend for it to bc i’m purely trying to ensure i obey ur req rules and don’t disregard them or disrespect ur boundaries in any way! 🥺

hope u are having a wonderful day or night 🥺🫶🏼🫶🏼

i appreciate your consideration!!! you have no idea how much i appreciate you reading my rules <333333 i do in fact know how to use chopsticks so i'm fine writing this :)

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Spencer's plate is suspiciously empty and his mouth is suspiciously full when you get back from the kitchen, and he grins at you through a mouth full of beef as you clutch the training tool.

"I figured it out," He speaks through his bite, and you grimace at the messy view, "No need for the dinosaur, angel."

You squeeze the silicon dinosaur in your hand, two holes built into its back so that the chopsticks can be slid into them and run parallel to its body. It's something a child would use to get the feel of chopsticks before their motor skills are fully developed, or, in this case, it's for Spencer to use while he tries not to drop any more dumplings onto his lap. You'd figured their bulky shape would make it easy to catch them between the chopsticks, easier than thin noodles, but Spencer is having an exceptionally hard time.

You squeeze the dinosaur harder, feeling it warp beneath your fingers, "Spencer, why is there soup on your plate?"

"Hm?"

"There's soup there," You nod at his plate, "Why?"

"These are soup dumplings," Spencer hums warily, "Isn't that what you said?"

"Yeah, they are. But the soup is inside the dumplings. And you can't get to it unless you break open the dough. There's an awful lot of soup on your plate, Spencer."

He swallows even though his mouthful is long gone, "I spilled one accidentally."

"You liar," You grouse, "Did you just stab the chopsticks into them while I was gone to get them to your mouth easier?"

"No!" Spencer insists, shaking his head so wildly that strands of his hair fly, "No, I used the chopsticks like you taught me to!"

"Prove it then," You narrow your eyes at him, taking your own pair of utensils and easily transferring a dumpling from your plate to his own, "Do it now, so I can see."

Spencer summons all of the courage in his lanky body to grip the chopsticks, his fingers already slipping and sliding off of the placement you'd showed him. His form is clumsy and it's no surprise when he can't even get the dumpling off of the plate, much less to his mouth.

"You liar!" You repeat, your point proven as you snatch the chopsticks away from him and slide the silicon dinosaur onto their ends, "There, it's like training wheels. It'll keep them together so that all you have to focus on is your grip."

"Training wheels," He mumbles, cheeks scarlet as he jabs the chopsticks at the dumpling, his fingers purposefully limp so that they don't pick up the food, "Whatever. I'll just ask for a fork next time."

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Translating Killjoy Names

The Fabulous Killjoys live in the American Southwest outside L.A. if u try to tell me that they're not all a little Chicano imma be mad. I say they get spanish names too bc i love translating.

There’s a quote that’s like “you’re never translating literally between just two languages, you’re also talking about the third thing that the original phrase actually meant” and Killjoy names got a lot of connotations and meaning behind them ESPECIALLY when they’re referencing other stuff. So without further ado:

Jet Star -> Estrella Oscuro

There's a couple different connotations of the word 'jet', notably as a specific type of plane or the color descriptor 'jet-black'. There's also some lesser connotations about elegance, usually as an offshoot of the two more common meanings. Which to use here in terms of translating to get the point of it across?It’s actually unclear bc we got little information about why the killjoy names were chosen or the associations they were going for (both in terms of in the danger days universe and outside of it). I went with the 'jet-black' connotation here. Jet is a kind of dark rock, and where we get the phrase ‘jet-black’ from. Literally Estrella Oscuro means 'dark star', and I think that is a really cool killjoy name as well as an acceptable translation bc it keeps the sense of 'wait, these words go together but WHY.

Fun Ghoul -> Demonio Divertido

This translation is both easy and difficult. Right off the bat, you can do Demonio Divertido, literally Fun Demon (the word demonio means demon, yeah, but also has wider connotations for monstery things like Ghouls.) HOWEVER. This is one of the killjoy names we got an additional info for-another reason it was picked was because it sounds vaguely like ‘fanculo’ or ‘fuck you’ in Italian. Finding a spanish translation that also sounds like an insult in another language actually makes my job harder so we’re sticking with Demonio Divertido until I come up with something better.

Party Poison -> Maria Mata

Similarly, the direct translation of Party Poison would be Veneno Festivo. BUT Party Poison is also a slang term for molly/MDMA/ecstasy. Again, finding a Spanish term that keeps the idea of “killing your fun” WITH the added connotation of having the same name as a drug makes translating more difficult. Do ya use the spanish slang terms for molly, which vary but include extasis, pastis or Maria? A fun way to do it could be Maria Mata, aka “Molly Kills” going off slang terms, and I like that one because it keeps the idea of something/someone fun also fucking you up.

Kobra Kid -> El Hijo de Serpiente

The Kobra Kid translated literally is El Hijo de Serpiente, and I have no idea if there’s any deeper meaning behind that choice so we’re gonna stick with it.

Maybe I'll do more later?

[bugtoonz]

hii!! what headcanons do u have for the moonbase trio (362, 86, and 60)?

i always thought it was funny they were called the moonbase trio, bc isn’t patton stationed in like antarctica lol? anyways they’re super fun and i’m excited to talk about them!

for Rachel, i 1000% believe that girl lives on coffee. i know it’s like the equivalent of cocaine in the knd universe, but there’s no way she runs a worldwide organization of kids and isn’t majorly dependent on caffeine. that being said, since she’s also one of those said kids, she definitely piles it high with sugar and creamer. the sugar intake is probably worse for her than the coffee part😭 i also feel like she’s pretty tall. like especially now since she’s young, but even when she gets older i can see her being above average height. it’s definitely something she appreciates because it makes it easy to look down at people disapprovingly when they go against her orders. also, her and chad used to be super close. he was basically her older brother and the one that introduced her to nigel. since she’s soopreme leader, she’s aware of the teens next door, but Chad became somewhat distant after his fake-betrayal, and it’s something that really hurt her.

for Fanny, this is kind of random, but she’s definitely the kind of girl that reads fairy books about friendship and girlhood. she tries to apply what she reads to her real life, but for some reason it’s a lot harder for her to be kind and understanding than it is for Princess Sparklewand of Fairylandia. i also think that the reason she has an irish accent, despite having grown up in the same town as Sector V is because her parents are divorced, and she splits her time between Mr. Boss in Vermont and her mom in Ireland. it’s easy to do both when you own your own spaceship/aircraft/boat. her and her brothers all have her mother’s last name because she refused to change it when she married Mr. Boss and also refused to give her children his surname because she’s the one who had to give birth! it’s no wonder fanny is the way she is. her little brothers spend more time with her dad, though, which is why their accents are american. as much as Fanny bullies them, she’ll bully whoever tries to do the same to them 500x harder. she’s very protective of the people she loves.

i think Patton is really funny. he’s a total hard-ass that knows the KND rule book like the back of his hand, but also a total softie when it comes to his cadets. i feel like he’s from alaska. he seems rugged enough to be able to live there. i also feel like all of his time spent in freezing cold climates means that a trip below the equator might actually make him melt. Fanny doesn’t let him stand to close to her at the beach because she’s worried he’ll get his gross boy sweat all over her. Patton is also, like, super awkward outside of the work setting. someone get this poor boy an etiquette manual or something!! it’s not his fault he spends all of his time running drills and locking up villains. a lot of operatives avoid him because they always think he’s mad, but that’s just how he talks. he gets really confused when he tries to say hi to someone and they run away crying.

as for like their relationships with each other, Fanny has a huge, massive crush on Rachel that the latter is oblivious to. Rachel in turn sees Fanny as one of her closest friends, but also thinks she could maybe take a chill pill sometimes. Fanny and Patton have a sometimes-not-so-friendly rivalry with each other over which one’s the toughest out of the two. that being said, Patton is one of the few boys Fanny will tolerate, mostly because of his similar no-nonsense approach to work. Patton and Rachel are also good friends, and Patton has a lot of respect for her. when Rachel stepped up as Soopreme Leader, he was the first to back her campaign. Rachel likes Patton a lot, but he also needs a chill pill. it’s okay though, she loves her neurotic besties. (birds of a feather and all that)

[k4marina]

guesss who’s back to rantttttt 🙈

adding into this, i feel that simon wearing his mask (with the diy skull and the printed one) would do the complete opposite of being a ghost like literally. technically, simon riley is dead. he died in a fire with his family and the last thing he needs or wants is attention.

i mean can u imagine the rumors going around?

“that bloke who wears that skull mask? he’s bare weird man” (idek if that proper slang, pls don’t kill me).

i also feel like it would also bring unwanted people from his work to his home (or the little hole he lives in. i mean let’s be honest, it’s pretty fkn bare). there aren’t many people who are british, have a gravely voice, AND wear a skull mask. i mean that’s an easy target right there.

i don’t think that simon would introduce himself in a civilian setting as “ghost”. if a guy came up to me and said “call me ghost” i’d fkn laugh in his face and call him a bozo.

why would he introduce himself with his callsign if he isn’t in the “work” environment???? again that’s just unwanted attention.

i 100% believe that simon and the rest of the 141 are the types to have a work life and a civilian life. he wouldn’t want to bring any of the shit he has to go through at work back to his hole home.

as much as he hates being alone back in manchester, he still needs it. he needs a break from all of the war he has to go through.

ghost and simon are two different entities with two different lives and just because simon riley is dead on paper doesn’t mean he’s actually gone.

simon knows that if he brings ghost back home he’s only hurting himself and falling into a bottomless pit.

that’s why he wouldn’t wear the mask in public or anytime he’s on leave (unless it’s his home and there has to be a very specific reason why), and that’s why he wouldn’t walk around telling people his callsign.

unless the fic is taking place on base with a soldier!reader, there is no actual reason why simon would wear the mask and go by ghost.

ghost & mask = work

simon & and bare face = home or just civilian life.

there’s no reason why he would want to mix work and civilian life together.

and if people can say that he’s insecure about his face and don’t want to show it off, but i’d have to disagree. i mean did u hear him when he was talking with soap?

bro was 100% smiling like a cocky little shit when he said “quiet the opposite”. this mfer knows that he’s hot and enjoys it. in my delulu mind, i think simon enjoys whatever scars are on his face because he thinks they make him more hotter (i also don’t think he has that many scars on his face bc i think it’s one of the hardest places to attack idk).

that’s still not to say that he won’t get the usual waves of depression and the usual stares from people for his beauty and scars, but he’d still take it over the weird looks when he gets when he wears the mask.

technically speaking, no matter how attractive, it’s harder to remember someone with a pretty face and accurately described it than remember a mask and describe it, which i think simon understands completely.

someone also brought up the cut scene before the “no russian” one of where simons and the 141 are in the bar and he’s wearing the mask.

i have to agree with the person who said this that people saw that and took it face value that he wears the mask outside. not everything is lore, or is it 100% cannon. sometimes some things are for shits and giggles.

if you’ve read it this far i just wanna let y’all’s know i’m not trying to be mean. i’m just ranting. i’m all for creative freedom and wanting ppl to write whatever they want, i just want it to make sense yk? and if i came off bitch my bad bro.

anyways imma go sleep or smt. caio ;)

[another-lost-mc]

idk if someone's asked u this before but on a scale of mammon to lucifer, how easy would it be for the mc to make a pact with your ocs had they been one of the brothers and how long before they develop feelings for them? (realistically bcs personally om had always been too fast paced esp concerning the pacts)

Oh, I love talking about stuff like this.

I agree that the pacing of the siblings' pacts in OG is a bit wonky. In each of the OC's "canon" stories, MC's pacts with the brothers still happen but I'm tweaking the when/why/how details a bit.

When it comes to pacts, in terms of timing they're all closer to Lucifer. It takes time for their trust and feelings to grow to that point. All their pacts (or the ones that take place) happen towards the end of S1/the end of the exchange program. The pacts are less practical and more symbolic, a way to try and form lasting bonds with MC before they leave the Devildom.

It's easiest for MC to make a pact with Azra. He thinks about it for a long time before he gets the nerve to ask officially. The brothers' pacts mostly stick to canon in his story too. He doesn't care (that much) about MC making pacts with them in the background of their relationship.

Zekhan is a bit more challenging because he's less likely to offer a pact, but he'll accept one if MC asks. He won't risk that sort of rejection unless he's absolutely sure MC wants that. He would also be okay with not forming a pact at all during the exchange program (with the possibility of it happening later). MC's pacts with the brothers mostly stick to canon in his story too, but it bothers him a bit more than he likes to admit since he's more possessive by nature.

Karasu is the trickiest for MC to make a pact with. He's similar to Zee where he would be fine not having a pact. He doesn't actually plan to make a pact with MC at all. Pacts in general are more significant in his story. MC's pacts with the brothers happen in a different order/different pacing than canon. Mammon is still the first pact, but Levi's pact with MC happens later/differently.

In terms of feelings:

Azra falls first and falls harder. Being a lust demon probably has something to do with it, but he's such a sap at heart. Feelings develop earlier between him and MC than the other two OCs, but living in close quarters with each other definitely plays a role in that. He's a bit of a fiend so he's definitely DTF early on, but he tries to be romantic about it which is not his usual approach.

Zee falls harder but MC probably falls first. It takes the longest for their relationship to develop because they don't have as many opportunities to see each other. It's more of a slow-burn and there's some major hurdles to overcome before he can feel comfortable admitting any sort of romantic feelings for MC. He's also the most hesitant about being physical/sexual with MC due to his own insecurities. If their stories had a difficulty rating, he would be the hard mode LI.

Karasu falls first and falls harder. He's not experienced with relationships but he's confident enough to go for it anyway once he realizes what he wants. His feelings and relationship with MC happens alongside MC's bonds with the demon brothers. He's a bit more involved with what goes on with MC at the House of Lamentation since the brothers know/like him best out of the three OCs. Their physical/sexual relationship takes a bit of time to develop once they start dating because of Karasu's lack of experience, but that doesn't last long - he's a quick learner.

[prettyboykatsuki]

i can see sae and angst in the sense of like... you break up with him and he's just like okay. alright. no problem. take care. but as time goes on he starts getting a little bit more sore about it. a little bit miserable. when things get particularly bad he kinda wonders what made you finally go- what was that final straw, because it's not like he ever changed the way he treated you

and because it was such a chill breakup, you guys kept in contact. you hadn't asked him out on a whim and you had stayed with him because, despite being a less than ideal boyfriend, you did like him. a lot. loved him even.

when it finally gets unbearable, he turns to ask you (because it was such a quiet breakup. cold. almost emotionless really, in a way that hurt you with how much it didn't hurt you).

why DID you break up with him? you know he loves you, right?

casual. calm. chill.

and you laugh a little bit but he can see the way you scratch at your neck. the way you can't really look him in the eyes.

"I just- i never got the sense that you cared in that way you know? like i could be something important."

and it's like oh.

it's not enough just to like, not enough just to love.

he needs to care

OUGHHH STREI EXACTLY ITS EXACTLY LIKE THIS. LIKE YEAH

i dont think he ever really gets over you either. like in the most angsty context where u dont get back together - sae does what a lot of guys do where he just . settles. marries someone else, has kids for pr. does whats asked of him bc its easier. but he's hung up on you, realizes too late you're his first real love and he misses everything about you very intensely whether or not he can admit it

but he doesn't get over your relationship or you really. he lets you go bc he's not the type to beg for something - and when you do break up, he assumes that you won't care. in the moment he doesn't really care at least. he thinks its like any break up

but like you said - it's sore. a bruise that doesn't seem to heal, that's easy to ignore most times. except sometimes he brushes against parts your relationship and it feels like something is digging on that old wound. he sees instagram stories of you laughing and being bubbly. you're happy. and he's genuinely glad that you are, because you look a lot better when you smile.

but there's such a genuine, crushing loneliness to how much he misses making you that happy. its impossible to get back together right away i think. you both date other people and sae watches you go through milestones and life changes. you were probably much younger when you first started dating. he sees you graduate college and get a new job and get a little older and more beautiful and one day it kind of cracks. he kind of cracks.

you go to catch up with him as friends when he comes to japan once. you're both single. sae is older - enough to be half-way decent to you. and you have the conversation where you sigh, wispy and sad as you reflect on how he used to treat you. you have that whole conversation and its like his mouth dries up

he waited a long time, you know? to talk to you. about this. to do it at the right time but he can't really get the words out. still, he forces himself to take another shot. he really, truly doesn't want to fuck it up again or miss out because he did love you. he really did love you.

nothing happens right there, i don't think. but you see each other a little more, at least he has to work much harder than he did the first time to get you to look his way again, but it's a lot less bleak then when he's by himself and that's enough to make him want to try

[sadsillypuppygf]

don’t u wanna rape me? wouldn’t it be so much easier that way? imagine, ur horny n craving me. u know i’m likely to say no to sex, so u decide this time ur not going to give me the chance.

we’re in bed together, back to back, watching our own tiktoks. u put ur phone aside and turn over to face me. i’m still watching videos, so u reach over and snatch my phone, closing it and tossing it behind u. before i can react, u push me over onto my belly rather than my side. u keep ur hand flat on my back, right between my shoulder blades. i shout into the pillow my face is trapped in, trying to figure out what ur doing. u ignore me, climbing up onto ur knees. still keeping me pinned down, u use ur other hand to grab at one of my thighs and shove my legs apart. worriedly, i start to struggle harder to get up, lifting my top up off the bed before being shoved back down roughly by u. u don’t say a word to me, instead moving to sit between my widely spread legs. my whole body lays flat against the bed, tummy down and face still shoved into the pillows. i’m trying to talk to u, but my anxious words are too muffled by the pillow for u to understand. u don’t care what i’m saying anyway, u aren’t concerned about me. ur focus is on my underwear, a black lacy piece that has been on ur mind all evening. u use ur free hand to start tugging it down my body, not an easy task, but u don’t want easy do u? i start to struggle even harder, fear and confusion rising in me. u’ve never done this before. i’m not in free use right now, u shouldn’t be doing this to me. i buck and wriggle under ur hand holding me down. u have to stop tugging at my panties and use both hands to force me back down, leaning ur upper body weight down onto my back. i wiggle around even more, trying to get out from underneath u. my voice is louder and u can tell i’m making demands. demands to know what ur doing to me, why ur trapping me down. but i’m in no position to be demanding anything am i? something u murmur in my ear, causing me to freeze in place momentarily. i try to argue, try to fight ur weight and sit up, but i don’t succeed even a little bit. usually when we play fight, u go easy on me, u let me escape ur traps and u never use ur full strength against me. u know doing so would scare me, and before today u didn’t want to do that. or u told urself u didn’t want to, anyway. today, u don’t care if u scare me- in fact, u want to scare me. u feel a rush of excitement at the thought of terrifying me, of being in complete control over my body, leaving me helpless and fearful. u are not going easy on me today, this isn’t a play fight. u know what u want, and u plan on getting it.

with one hand, u use even more pressure to keep my head down, and with the other u continue wiggling my panties far enough down my thighs that they won’t be in ur way. it isn’t easy with my legs already spread open and u get frustrated. finally, u decide to simply rip them off of me. the fabric is thin and tears easily. i cry out in shock, bucking my hips down into the bed, trying to push away from u in some way. ur cock is twitching eagerly in ur sweatpants, begging for ur attention, to be buried deep inside me. for now tho, u ignore it. u want to make sure i’m wet before u enter me, not bc u’re concerned about me enjoying this, but bc u enjoy it when i’m wet. u shove two fingers in my cunt to find that i am in fact already very wet. a sneer forms on ur face and u chuckle darkly at me. i cry out again, this time actual fear evident in my voice, and i reach back with both hands, trying to grab at the hand that’s currently fingering me. it’s the perfect opportunity for u to grab my wrists, and u do so in a flash. now u have my hands pinned to my back, ur upper body strength being focused all into the arm holding me down, keeping me trapped to the bed. my head isn’t held down anymore tho, and i quickly lift my face and cry to u, begging u to stop. asking what ur doing, why ur doing this?!

u again ignore me, the fear in my voice simply another turn on for u. the fingers in my pussy move faster and my hips wiggle in an attempt to move away, but i’m not going anywhere. in fact, ur pretty sure i’m even wetter than i was a minute ago. what a filthy, pathetic girl, u think to urself, getting wet off of her fear of me, of what i’m going to do to her.

i continue begging at u, pleading u to let me go, telling u that i don’t want this. why? , i cry, why aren’t u listening to me? why are u doing this to me?

u growl and move ur fingers to my clit, rubbing aggressively, not caring how i feel about it, only wanting to torture me. i’m the master, u growl, not u. u don’t get to tell me what i can and can’t do. right now, i want to use this pretty little body of urs. and i’m going to. ur voice is dead serious, not a hint of teasing or playfulness to be found. upon realizing that, true fear strikes me and i try to fight even harder against u. it does nothing but turn u on even more. i can’t get either of my hands out of ur iron grip and every time i try to lift my torso or flip onto my back, u use the same hand pinning my wrists to shove me back down, none too gently at that. ur grip on my wrists is nearly bruising, each shove against my back is harsh and firm. i’m wiggling my hips, bucking wildly to try to shake u off of me. i’m not succeeding whatsoever, the opposite actually as each jerk of my hips just rubs my bare butt back against u. ur fingers are still working rapidly at my clit, rubbing vigorously and only stopping briefly to dip back inside me and rewet ur fingers before continuing again. despite my fear and desperation to escape you, i can’t help feeling the orgasm building inside me. i don’t want it, don’t want this, or so i tell myself. i get no say! i’m literally trapped underneath you, fighting for my life to get away. but u don’t seem to care. i can’t help the moans and whimpers that escape my lips. my eyes are squeezed shut as i try to stay focused on getting away from u rather than ur fingers abusing my clit, overstimulating me, nearly hurting me.

i haven’t cum yet, although it feels like i’m going to soon. that acknowledgment makes my stomach turn, it feels wrong to be on the verge of release when i didn’t want to be doing this to begin with. i’m still terrified, wondering what happened to make u act so cruelly towards me. i- if ur going to do this to me, c- can’t u just use me already? why are u playing with me? a- as if u care if i cum! i stumble over my words of false bravado, ur touch becoming even more intense and actually starting to hurt with how overstimulated i am. i’d rather u just use me and be done with me than drag out this torture.

u laugh at me, a harsh almost angry sound. oh u want me to fuck u now huh? u taunt me.

no! , i exclaim, i just want this to be over! if ur not going to let me go. i’m on the verge of cumming, on the verge of crying too. i don’t want to cum, not like this, not being abused by u.

too bad, u murmur, not letting up on my clit whatsoever, i want u to cum. so ur going to cum. and after u do, i’m going to fuck u until u cum again. and then i’m going to keep fucking u until i cum. u feel as my whole body freezes, my muscles clenching tight as my orgasm finally hits me. i start shaking beneath u, loud moans escaping my throat despite myself. an evil grin spreads across ur face and u keep rubbing my clit, determined to bring me to tears before u start ur turn. u’ve always been turned on by my tears, but u hardly get to see them in a sexual sense. today, u are determined to change that.

stop! please stop! i yelp, it hurts! i came! i came! it hurts!! my voice is reaching higher and higher pitches as i shout at you, u can hear the pain and desperation in my voice and u become even more desperate. u need to hear my agony, to see the tears streaming down my face. ur grip on my wrists tightens even more despite the fact i’m no longer fighting against ur hand. i’m unable to, too focused on trying to escape the fingers down below. i’m basically twerking against ur clothed cock now, my hips desperately thrusting in different directions, anything to try to get away from u. my legs tremble wildly and i’m begging u again to stop, to leave me alone. between the hold on my wrists that is definitely leaving bruises and the torture on my clit, i’m in more pain than i’ve ever experienced in such a sexual way. the pleasure isn’t even good, it’s too much. i need it to stop.

please! a sob wracks thru my body and triumph fills ur chest, please i can’t take anymore. u can’t see the tears as i’m still belly down on the bed, but u can hear them in my voice. even if u couldn’t, the second sob shakes my body violently and u know u’ve succeeded. finally, u pull ur fingers away from my clit. i gasp in relief, but it’s followed by yet another tearful wail. not wanting to miss seeing my tears, u quickly release my wrists - another relieved breath leaving me - and grab my legs, flipping me over before i know what’s happening. i’m too overwhelmed and weak to try to escape u now, but u hold each of my hips tightly in ur hands anyway. ur eyes bore down at my face and i can see the sick satisfaction in ur eyes when u see the red tear stains streaking down my cheeks. more tears are building up, just waiting for the flood gates to reopen, and u can tell.

why are u doing this to me? i mumble, trying again to understand what happened to make u turn on me. u shrug, an evil gleam in ur eye and a smirk on ur lips. i realized i don’t need to ask u, u say it as if it’s the simplest concept in the world, if i want u, i should be able to just have u. and i want u now. finally, u tug ur pants down enough for ur cock to spring out. right now, after what u just said, it intimidates me in a way it never has before. not even during our first time, or even when i gave u my first handjob. ur hands are still on my hips and u use ur grip to pull me closer to u, our sexes lining up perfectly. the head of ur cock brushes against my opening and u groan. u’ve been waiting so long for this, been thinking about how badly u wanted to fuck me all day. and this is better than u thought it would be. u hadn’t realized before how addictive my fear and pain would be for u. it makes u feel powerful and in control.

without warning, u shove into me, burying urself deep in my pussy, as far as u can go. a louder groan of satisfaction escapes ur lips, not that ur trying to hold back. u want me to know how much pleasure ur getting from this, how much ur enjoying taking advantage of me. i cry out when u thrust into me, my entire body seeming to be on overdrive. i bite my lip hard, trying to hold back my noises, not wanting to give u any more satisfaction. u notice and narrow ur eyes at me, a glare clouding ur face. to u this is just another act of rebellion, the same as my fighting against u before. u didn’t let me win then, and u don’t plan to let me win now. u begin thrusting into me in fast, rapid succession. ur hands dig into my hips, keeping me held in place as u use me. my eyes are squeezed closed as i try to ignore the pleasure/pain coursing through me. this only encourages u more, ur hips begin to dig into mine with the force of ur movements. in horror, i begin to realize i’m going to have bruises on far more than just my wrists. the feeling of ur cock moving inside of me is pushing me over the edge again, i can’t control the whimpers leaving my throat. my hands are gripping ur arms but i don’t remember reaching for u, my nails are digging into ur skin but the pain only adds to ur pleasure. i don’t want to open my eyes, knowing if i do the tears will escape. all of these feelings, physical and emotional, are too much for me. i can’t control myself at all.

u growl in frustration, ur eyes still trained on my face, waiting for my tears to fall. u crave seeing them, angry i’m withholding yet another thing from u. u remove one hand from my hips, not stopping the movement of ur own, and grab my cheeks harshly. my eyes fly open in surprise and the shock and fear in them sends a pleasant shiver down ur spine. cry for me, u say. i gape at u, as much as i can with ur hand basically locking my jaw in place. indignation courses thru me, no! i mean to shout the word at you, but instead it comes out as nothing more than a harsh whisper. i can hardly focus on anything other than u thrusting into me. the slap of ur hips against mine hurts, but the internal feelings of pleasure war with the pain.

u glare at me but ur movements never falter. yes, u growl, i can see u want to. i can see the tears in ur eyes. just let it all out for me. i shake my head, or attempt to, but ur hand keeps me mostly still. ur glare deepens. fine, u want to play the hard way? we can play the hard way.

before i can even try to ask what that means, ur hand has released my face only to be replaced by seering pain on my right cheek. i gasp and a few tears flow down my cheeks. i gape at u. u slapped me. hard. harder than u have before. usually ur fairly gentle on my face, but not this time. u grin excitedly upon seeing the tears. ur palm burns slightly, but it’s nothing compared to the soaring pleasure coursing through you. not only physically, but mentally. u’ve never felt so in control, so powerful. u think maybe this won’t be the only time u take advantage of me. ur hand finds its way to my throat now, gripping the sides hard, not trying to stop my breathing, rather, the blood flow to my brain. more tears stream down my cheeks, my mouth lays open and whimpers pour from my lips in a way u find delicious. u tighten ur hand on my throat, ur hips moving faster and harder against me. u can tell ur going to cum soon, but u still want to push me over the edge once more first. my eyes are nearly rolled back into my head, i can’t think at all anymore. between the pain, the pleasure, and the darkening of my vision as oxygen levels in my brain start to drop, i can’t focus on anything. i can only feel and endure.

fuck this is hot, u murmur, watching my face in fascination. u loosen ur grip on my throat, not wanting to knock me out completely. after a minute, u can tell i’m too far gone to try to fight u anymore. i can’t see straight, my mouth hangs open in silent moans, tears still stream down my cheeks, my hands lay limp at my sides. perfect, u think to urself, pride and satisfaction filling ur chest, she looks so perfect right now. completely brain dead off my cock, looking all the part of a pathetic abused whore. the hand on my throat glides down my body until it finds my clit again. the faintest brush of ur fingers brings another whimper from my lips. u play with me, only slightly less aggressive compared to before. my body writhes underneath u, but i can’t fight u off. i attempt to grab ur wrist with one of my hands, but i’m far to weak to do anything more than hold on to u. it doesn’t take long until i’m cumming again, sobs wracking thru me once more. fuck, u think, moving ur hand back to my hips, using them to force my body to meet ur thrusts. u become hurried and unsteady, ur own orgasm tittering on the edge. u’ve never felt this good, felt this powerful or on top of the world. if u’d known raping me would be this good, u probably would have done so much, much sooner. with one last thrust and a loud growl, u bury urself deep inside me and release, cum filling my abused cunt. cumming takes all of ur energy out of u and u collapse on top of me, panting. i yelp at the sudden weight of u on my body, but don’t move otherwise. i’m no longer bawling, but silent tears continue to pour down my face, more from exhaustion and general emotion than pain. my body has never felt so used, so sore. my core aches from how hard u’d been thrusting into me, my throat hurts from how tight u’d been holding me, my wrists and hips ache similarly. i feel utterly spent, on the verge of passing out, but a piece of my brain stays in fight or flight mode, my fear of u not dissipating at all now that ur done. if anything, i grow more and more scared as my brain starts to pull itself back together. was this a one time thing? would u do this again? would it always be so rough? the knowledge that u raped me slowly settles in my brain. alongside the fear, i feel confused, shocked. had i done something wrong and this was my punishment? or did u truly just not care whether i wanted this or not? would this become a regular occurrence? would i forever more be on edge, always worrying about if i was safe or if u were going to take me again? a shiver slithers down my spine at the last thought, one not entirely made up of fear. with dawning horror, i begin to realize that underneath all of the pain - maybe even bc of all the pain - i had enjoyed being forcibly taken by you. the wild look in ur eyes, the dark energy surrounding u, the force behind ur touches. despite my very real fear, i had enjoyed all of it. the thought of living in fear every day, waiting for when u would strike next, wasn’t entirely off-putting like it should have been. still very scary, but maybe a little bit good scary?

i flinch when u lift ur head from my chest. i’m unsure how to act. should i be angry? should i avert my eyes? self-preservation tells me not to fight anymore, to submit instead. prey-brain seems to want to take control, internal commands tell me to avert my gaze and bare my neck to u, as if we were wild animals and i wanted to show u i would not be questioning ur obvious dominance. anxiety fills my chest as i worriedly ponder how to show u i’m willing to submit now, desperate to appeal to ur softer side, desperate to receive some type of comfort from you. something that will tell me i’m forgiven and u still care for me.

i don’t realize i’m panicking until i hear u gently shushing me. in a moment, ur body is gone, leaving mine feeling much colder, but not for long. u’ve moved to sit on the bed beside me, u pull me up into a sitting position and tug me over until i’m sitting practically in ur lap. ur arms wrap around me and i expect them to tighten, to trap me, but they don’t. one of ur hands begin stroking my hair, and ur rocking us. gentle shushing noises leave ur lips and i realize i’m sitting stiff as a board and still hyperventilating. we must submit! my brain shouts at me, show him we see that he’s in charge! but i still don’t know how to show u that. a tiny, logical voice in my head tells me u already know, but it’s quickly drowned out by the louder voice of a scared prey.

what if he doesn’t know?? it yells, escalating my fear. what if he thinks we’re being bad right now?! we must show him we’re submissive!

a twinge of pain pulls me from my thoughts and i realize ur nipping my earlobe. that seems to be enough for me to let prey-brain fully takeover and ive dropped my head back before i realized it, baring my throat to u and hoping it satisfies u. somehow, u seem to understand. ur mouth moves down to my exposed throat, nipping gently down to the junction near my collarbone. there, u bite down a little harder and hold. i whimper softly, but don’t move. i want u to know i’m submitting, that i’ll follow ur lead now. this seems to satisfy u as ur release my throat and press a soft kiss to the spot u’d been biting.

that’s my girl, u whisper, nuzzling my neck. the words soothe me even more, and i realize i’m no longer panicking. i’m not in danger anymore. i’ve appeased u for now. i let myself relax more into ur arms, but not entirely. after all, i wasn’t expecting it the first time around, so i want to be on guard now.

we should talk, u say softly. i nod in agreement, but don’t meet ur eyes. i’m afraid to, my brain still telling me u’ll take it as a sign of disrespect. can u look at me, little one? ur tone maintains its softness, so different from the cold taunting from before. i really don’t want to look, but i suppose now if i don’t look that would be more disrespectful than if i do. slowly, i meet ur gaze. my cheeks heat as i do so, i feel embarrassed, almost shameful, tho i don’t know why. will i always feel this way after..after u rape me? i know its not the same as real rape, surely i could have safeworded and u would have stopped… right? using my safe word hadn’t even crossed my mind during it all. i can only hope if i had used it, it would still mean something to u.

did u enjoy it? u ask. i’m surprised by the question.

i- i don’t know, i mumble, i don’t know. m…maybe? i whisper the last word. i’m still unsure, despite the tiny zaps of arousal thinking back on it sends thru me.

u nod once. i’m honestly not sure whether i wanted u to enjoy that or not. u look bashful for a second, upset for another, than back to normal. i wasn’t thinking about ur enjoyment, u admit, only mine. did i hurt u too much?

i don’t know, is the only way i know how to respond. i will definitely be littered with bruises, which sends both good and bad tingles down my spine. and there was a lot of pain, a lot more than i’m used to.

would u let me do it to u again? this time ur question freezes me completely. let..u? did i let u this time? a bitter voice tells me no, but then again i didn’t safeword either. maybe u were waiting to see if i would? i lower my gaze again, unable to keep eye contact while i ask, …would i be able to stop u?

u freeze around me and in response i also freeze even more, anxiety soaring inside me. did i say the wrong thing?

yes, u say firmly. i…i got carried away today, u admit softly, sounding apologetic, but if u had said ur safeword, i would have stopped. i probably would have had to leave for a little bit, but i would not have continued if u had said ur safe word. did i scare u? did u think u couldn’t stop me? u pause and i glance up to see ur stricken, upset face. did u want to stop me?

ur expression, the genuine upset i see, the twinge of fear in ur eyes that maybe u went too far, is enough to give me a little relief. slowly, i shake my head, then shrug, i did at first. i did for a while…but i think…i think at the same time, i didn’t want u to stop. i never even thought about safewording.

u search my face, ur expression stern, are u sure? if i hurt u too much, pushed u too far… i want u to tell me so i don’t do it again. as much as i loved, er- what i did to u, if i scared u and ur just trying to make me happy- don’t. i would never truly want to hurt u, my love.

more of my fear eased out of me at hearing those words. i should have known better than to think u would truly mean me harm. ur my Daddy. u love me.

i’m sure, i whisper and nuzzle into ur chest, feeling shy, i..i can’t say it wasn’t too much. i’ve never been more scared. but i’m not- well i am still scared, but not as much. i would let you do it again.

ur arms tighten around me briefly and ur hand cradles my head. u don’t say anything else, and neither do i.

[hellbillydefux]

Sometimes the trust issues are nuts and we gotta stop and remind ourselves,

It would make no sense for ppl in our lives to waste their time and energy on pretending to care abt us. It would make no sense for them to stay this long and would be much easier for them to just have left by now if they really didn’t love us, be it as partners or friends. If everyone truly didn’t care it would have happened months/years ago and it hasn’t. It would make no sense for ppl to put time and effort into giving us their time and support just to want nothing to do with us

It gets easy to believe that ppl don’t actually care bc u don’t feel like ur doing enough or are enough, because it’s hard to accept that people do love and care about you when you can’t figure out “a good enough reason ppl would stay”

Its harder to have to look at the messes, and the bills, and the lack of energy or health or etc. and accept that ur loved despite ur struggles now, bc then u have to look back and remember how ppl who were supposed to love u despite ur struggles failed to give u the support u needed deserved.

Then u sit and ask urself why, and u ask ur loved ones why, and they give u reasons they love u that u can’t empathize with or struggle to, and it all feels like some incomprehensible scary thing. Things that are unknown can feel scary

That inner child gets easy to get stuck wondering how anyone could ever love u if ur imperfect, bc “even your parents couldn’t do it”

U deserved to be held then. U deserve to be held now. We deserve to have been held then. We deserve to be held now. Nobodies struggles make them unlovable. There’s no such thing as being inherently unlovable

[likesunsetorange]

When he finally knocks how she wears certain sets with the intention of getting him to notice just for her to get embarrassed when he starts playing along and doesn’t try to hide his looking 🤭

THESE PAJAMAS!!!!!!!!!!!! why are these in particular such a pivotal thing in this au like???

but anyways fuck it drabble rahhh 🦅🦅🦅🦅 is this my drabble emoji bat signal lmao??? anyways whatever here we go!! ended up being a lil diff but i think it kinda fits the realm of what you said hehe bc i def agree he’d eventually just stop trying to hide his staring all together he’s just so brazen w it lol

ALSO HBD EREN 🥳🥳🥳

(also if u ever notice it takes me comically long to reply to your ask even tho im answering others more than likely this is probably why haha)

Eren is enjoying this shift in their dynamic more than he likes to admit—more than he's proud to admit. Going from yelling at one another, hardly even getting along, to whatever he can say they do now, a mostly amicable and peaceful dynamic within their shared space, it's nice. But aside from that, he can't say he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa, the Mikasa who was once a constant 66 inches of never ending rage and bitchy remarks, be absolutely flustered at the smallest things.

At first, he couldn't quite pinpoint that Mikasa of all people, could possess feelings of shyness. She could bitch him around with no issue—she'd spent months doing exactly that, teetering along the lines of verbal abuse. But now that they've made amends, establishing a friendship of the sorts, and things between them have shifted to say the least, Eren can't say that he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa fret.

The first time he notices it, he thinks it's just because of her pride. After months of being aggressive towards him, of course she's a bit hesitant at being amicable. She moves around him hesitantly, almost like a cat, coming around randomly, sometimes more than others, but it's always with a level of hesitancy behind it. It's then he hears her stutter for the first time, her words lacking their usual confidence, as she shyly stalks around him while he makes dinner until she musters up the courage to ask to help him.

Eventually, as time goes on, Eren finds that he enjoys her company. For one, Mikasa is funny (to his great surprise) and someone he finds easy to talk to, the two of them having a lot more in common than he would have ever expected. They can spend hours talking about nonsense, ranging from the shows they watch to their favorite foods, the two of them having very passionate opinions on food. h

There's also the reason that it's Mikasa, and well, she's an objectively attractive girl, something he's known since the first day he met her. And even though he tries hard to keep those thoughts locked tightly away, he can't deny that sometimes they resurface, and he finds himself staring a little harder than he'd like to admit.

He would be foolish to deny her other worldly attractiveness, and sometimes he hates that he feels a little smug, a little bit too satisfied, the way he enjoys that he’s the only one who’s constantly around her. While he’s had enough insults thrown at it him to last a lifetime, and reached levels of anger he’d like to never reach again, he also gets glimpses of her at every hour of the day, which as much as he hates to admit, makes up for it somehow.

Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her perfectly picked outfits, not a hair out of place, and at night who parades around in her silken pajamas, something Eren’s found himself growing fond of. Every night waiting for her to trail into the living room or kitchen, so he can get his one quick glimpse, the moment he allows himself to let his thoughts run rampant before he tucks them back away.

Through his observations, when he’s not just ogling her, he also notices the way, at times, she randomly shuts down, her face scrunching up, Mikasa sometimes running off to her room suddenly at the mention of certain things, if she suddenly feels embarrassed, or if Eren accidentally lets his touch linger for too long for reasons at the time Eren couldn't quite pinpoint.

Sometimes, he thinks she may have noticed his staring, in the way that she’ll get shy if she catches him looking too long, her face flushing red at the sudden contact. But Eren is almost certain though, that she pays attention, taking note of what exactly he's staring at.

Because one day, when Mikasa somehow convinced him to share shots of soju with her, leaving Eren more loose and lax than he ever liked to be, it was then that she takes his wavering glances into consideration.

There's an almost empty glass bottle of peach soju between them sitting on her coffee table, the two of them sitting on the floor in front of it in her living room. The TV is playing some random romcom Mikasa somehow convinced him to watch, but if Eren's being honest, he hasn't been paying attention since the second shot she made him take, too busy allowing his mind to venture elsewhere—Mikasa. He finds himself trying not to stare, but he's sure his eyes keep drifting back towards her, fitted in her black silken pajamas, hair pulled back with a pink velvet headband—she's cute, he thinks—his hand resting on his head shifting in her direction, almost like a gravitational pull.

"Eren," Mikasa says, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You okay?" She asks, stiffling a laugh. "You've been staring for a minute now."

"Oh," he says, trying not to show any signs of embarassment. "I was just thinking, I guess."

"Are you a lightweight?" She asks teasingly, taking note of how his eyelids look heavy and his face a bit flushed. "I think you're way too big to be a lightweight, Eren."

"'m not a lightweight, just tired," he says trying to make excuses.

She quirks her brow, clearly not believing his lie. "Well, either way, you're staring into space. Are you staring at the wall or something?"

And maybe it was because of his lack of a filter due to the alcohol; he simply shrugs, casually replying: "Oh, I was looking at your pajamas—you never wear black ones like that—thought they looked nice," too busy in his own head to notice the redness that flashes across Mikasa's face before she whipped her head in the other direction, resuming her attention to the movie.

It's after this that Eren notices the usual colorful and pastel pajamas are traded out for an array of darker ones. At first, it's subtle, almost to where he doesn't notice, but then it becomes more apparent, to the point where he's almost certain she's seeking out his glances, lingering around just a little longer, wearing the ones that are just a little tighter, just a little shorter.

And Eren certainly doesn’t mind, but he isn’t sure if it’s because the attraction he has for her is a mutual thing, or if Mikasa just enjoys his attention, but knowing her, he’s almost positive it’s probably the latter, Mikasa always one to enjoy riling him up, and apparently now, in other ways, sincethey’re amicable.

But if it’s attention that she wants, then Eren doesn’t mind giving it to her—especially since it doesn’t seem all that surprising given her bratty nature—so he does exactly that.

Eren goes about his normal day, Mikasa for once, opting to stay home, locking herself in her room, with claims of a headache, not wanting to be bothered. He takes out Caro, runs a few errands, and even goes for a run, knowing eventually she’ll stumble into him at some point, as she always does.

The day transitions into evening, still no signs of Mikasa, which surprises him given she normally comes out to at least make dinner, but even after 8:00, once Eren’s finished making dinner and even cleaning up, there’s still no sign of her.

He takes this as a sign to go check on her, even bothering to bring her a bowl of ziti, her—their—favorite, assuming she hasn’t eaten since he has yet to see her step out of her room all day.

Eren knocks on her door, waiting for a response. He can hear the shuffling of her feet behind the door, and he’s certain he even hears Caro bark at some point, realizing that’s where she disappeared to a while ago. Finally after a few minutes, the door swings open, the sight of Mikasa taught in a black satin robe, her hair messily tied into a bun on the top of her head, and her face, usually glowy, looks tired and almost a little as if she’s visibly in pain.

“Hey…” Eren starts, taking her in. Her satin robe leaves little to the imagination, Eren’s eyes trail down longer than he normally would’ve in such close proximity to her, but Mikasa’s clearly too distraught to notice. His mind ventures to the place of what exactly she has beneath it, before he remembers why he came to her room in the first place, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “Haven’t seen you all day, brought you dinner—figured you hadn’t eaten,” he continues, nodding towards the plate in his hand.

Mikasa opens the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside, “Sorry, I haven’t been feeling all that great,” she replies quietly. Eren takes note of her dark room, save for one tiny light in the opposite corner, Caro sits at the foot of her bed, her head perching up at the sight of Eren. Mikasa resumes her place on her bed, Eren placing her plate on her desk before leaning against the wall. “Thanks for the food, I haven’t even gotten the chance to leave my room today; my migraine’s barely started to let up just now,” she says motioning towards the bed. “Caro’s kept me company for the last few hours though,” she adds, a small smile on her face.

“I thought you just had a headache?” His brows furrow, a bit of guilt starting to fill within him, knowing he would’ve asked if she needed anything earlier had he know it was that bad.

“Headache, migraine—most people just think they’re the same anyways,” she shrugs. “I don’t get them often and they’re not that bad, just have to sleep it off usually.”

“Are you feeling better now at least?”

“I am, but I should probably eat, I haven’t eaten all day, so thank you,” she replies before getting up to grab the plate he made her, her face lights up when she notices he made ziti. “You made baked ziti,” she exclaims, before taking a bite, humming in delight.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreeance, eyeing her. Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her sweet expressions, her out of this world beauty, and her silly little pajamas that always drive him insane. He watches as she eats her meal, too busy enjoying to notice his staring at first until she catches his gaze.

“Is something wrong?” She asks. “You’re staring.”

Eren gives her one over before he shrugs, standing up to get up to leave. “Nothing’s wrong, just looking. But feel better, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, okay. Well goodnight, thanks again for the food and stuff,” she replies meekly.

He walks towards the door opening it, turning back one more time before he leaves. “Oh and I like the robe, it’s cute. You should wear it more—especially like all the other black ones.”

Eren doesn’t have to turn to face her to know that her face is red, clearly knowing her little ruse is up.

[aperiodtm]

'Let me know you' | Choi Yeonjun

PAIRING: Choi Yeonjun x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and yeonjun get some alone time to hang out..

GENRE: fluff, slight crack

WC: 508!

A/N: second fic! this was recommended to me by a friend inspired by a little conversation we had with someone else! might not post till august 25, ill try to post something else before june 5, bc i have exams :/

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''this is boring'' you bluntly remarked, just staring at a river while standing on a bridge. you didn't know why your best friend even liked doing this, you already felt unentertained at your first time accompanying him.

''you're just stupid, that's all'' yeonjun didn't even look at you while saying that, too busy admiring the water.

you and yeonjun have been friends for almost 2 years now. you first met him when you first came to school, you made a friend, yunjin, and she wanted you to meet him and his friend, choi beomgyu. the four of you got along well (most of the time...).

at first yeonjun was pretty...cold, he wouldn't talk much. most you ever heard him speaking was arguing with beomgyu about their looks.. soon enough, he warmed up, but still remained so mysterious to you, and you liked it. you eventually realized you may have caught feelings, and you still dont get it. i mean, he just stands and stares at a river, how do i like someone i dont even share interest with?

thats what you were thinking about right now, about how to dive in more into this boy's soul, while hanging out alone with him. both of you quite frequently did this, and it was fun. you talked about random things, trying to understand each other.

''you know, if you tried enough, you'd see that the water has all the peace to offer'' you were confused at his response ''it's just water, like the type at home'' yeonjun rolled his eyes and sighed, looking at you ''try a little harder'' he stared back down, smiling ''if you focus, you can feel the peace in your heart. its relaxing, not having to worry about anything, and just looking at something so calming'' he smiled widely watching the little waves flowing down the river. you kept quiet for a few minutes before speaking ''i still dont get it. it's water.''

he laughed silently ''maybe you have a different way of calming yourself'' you raised an eyebrow ''what makes you need comfort?''

yeonjun chuckled, ''you don't know me'' you replied back ''that part's obvious, but you don't know me either''

''then let me know you'' he spoke as he stepped closer, leaning towards you, just enough to make you feel flustered, he knew what you had in your heart, he just wanted you to say it.

you, on the other hand, were too shocked to respond, until you heard a voice

''i wanna know you too, y/n!!!'' ''beomgyu! shut up! they heard us!''

and out came beomgyu and yunjin, bickering along the way before sheepishly smiling. yeonjun stepped back in annoyance and rolled his eyes ''what are you two doing here!''

''hey, relax, we had reasons. it was beomgyu's fault. but, i guess you two can continue, just pretend we're not here, and we'll pretend we didn't see you, easy'' yunjin replied.

yeonjun looked back at you, slightly smirking and leaning forward again ''what do you say we pick up where we left off?''

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[frogiwi]

i think i know the answer to this one but i would like to hear about him anyway so :3c

17 please! and 28 and 29 as well!

WAH THANK U CRAB this got suuuuper long so under the cut

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

you do absolutely know the answer and it's CHIHAYA SHUNPEI WITH THE STEEL CHAIR. ok i never could have anticipated getting such intense blorbo brainrot again this way and i'm still getting more obsessed with him every day so like. he needs to be studied and so do i probably.

i mean anyone could have seen this coming from a mile away, he's every bit my type in anime boys. he's snarky and mean, really good at what he does, hates himself to some extent, he's pretentious, he wears megane (even better, THEY'RE FAKE... i love a fake ass bitch.... the akane aoi tbhk-isms are strong with this one), and he's cute and hot and small and easily manhandle-able. i can't get enough of him. he is irresistible to me.

inevitably he's a guy i can project on a lot and i tend to find it much easier to write pretentious, overthinky characters than ones who are simpler in both their thoughts and manner of speech, bc well, i am pretentious and overthinky LOL. i've actually written a good amount in todo's perspective this year as well, but i don't think i capture his inner voice as well as i do chihaya's especially in longer works where there's a lot more for them to think about. sometimes i think i get too convoluted, but that's kind of the fun with chihaya. i think he's a really convoluted guy who has a lot of wants and desires and a degree of self-interest that causes Problems when other people get too close to him. i want bad things to happen to him and i want him to miserable bc i think it's good enrichment for him. and i think affection scares him. this question is not about my headcanons but i just UGH i love characters like this bc they're so easy to fuck up a little (a lot) and i feel like i HAVE to fuck them up a little (a lot). so cheers to chihaya, here's to fucking you up some more in the future bc god i have so many wips

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

i think it's gotta be something blooming, it's consuming (will be referred to as vamp fic). it was really close between this and pretend it's the same (will be referred to as cheating fic), but there's a few reasons why the vamp fic comes out on top.

first of all, both of these ended up unexpectedly long, but i think vamp fic is more cohesive, even though it's longer. i say 'even though' because i feel i have a harder time keeping track of the threads i want to follow though on and making sure everything is wrapped up properly the longer a fic gets. part of the reason for this is how i handle getting stuck on a scene. i'm always a supporter of the tactic of if you get stuck, jump to some other part you have ideas for, and connect them later. doing this helps me a LOT, and usually makes it easier to write the part i'm stuck on once i know what i need to do to get to the next scene i wrote. but i think with the cheating fic, i ended up with some inconsistency/tonal differences due to writing most of the start after writing almost the entire rest of the fic. i started writing that fic in the middle of the scene that the whole fic idea was born from, and i went and did the lead up to it afterwards. but that scene involves the pov character getting drunk, and i think his... level of coherency? and eloquence of thought? varies between the late-written intro and the first-written middle of scene. i don't think it's super glaring but it's enough to bother me a little (not enough to fix it LOL).

by contrast, i wrote the vamp fic pretty much entirely in order. i think doing it this was was important in this fic because it has like 3 main scenes which are increasing in intensity/intimacy, and i do think if i had written them out of order, the ramping up would've become more muddled. i think the way it ended up is really satisfying (and hidey told me the same while betaing hehe :3 that the progression was really clear) and so i'm especially glad for that because this is also one of the most intimate fics i've written so far, even though this doesn't have actual smut and i have written actual porn. but in each of those three scenes, the dynamic between todochi shifts into something new each time, so it being a clear demarcation is yummm

another point of comparison is that both fics are about chihaya's insecurities, even though vamp fic is from todo's perspective. but that was one of the unexpected things for vamp fic that makes me love it even more - it was supposed to be a simple, horny idea about chihaya drinking todo's blood, but while writing it, i realized how great of an analogy vampirism is for chihaya's body issues, and that realization (which happened early on, as i was writing like the first scene itself) is what fueled the rest of it, really. so the fic ended up being about like, instinct and desires vs shame and repression, which was rly fun. it was really interesting to end up writing about chihaya through todo, even though the fic was about todo's desires too, because in a way it was simpler than actually being in chihaya's head LOL like i was in cheating fic. only having his words and actions to go off of and having to make todo figure him out and break down his walls i think helped me understand their relationship better than if it had been from chihaya's perspective and his resistance to todo and his instincts. another thing that came up as a really strong focus of this fic was that todo's interest wasn't just in the vampirism, it was in chihaya's experience with vampirism. for todo, it's about chihaya. but for chihaya, this fic would've been about his vampirism, and not about todo.

also, this fic was just straight up sexy LOL i have trouble writing porn bc it feels not as hot when i actually have to write it but i really like writing this stuff that's like on the edge, suggestive and intimate without going all the way, and i am super into how i executed it here. also i got really sexy fanart for it from a friend so like. yeah blessed. how could this NOT be my favorite thing i did this year

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hands down, it's the following from pretend it's the same

Makita goes where he’s led, more obedient than he’s ever been in his life as Chihaya guides him, learning how to kiss him in between each breath.

i like. exploded when i wrote this. for context chihaya is cheating on todo by kissing makita in this scene because he's lonely, and makita has had feelings for him for a long time and has never been with anyone else. i'm just hnghhhh [horny grip]. makita can be so dense and bullheaded and he pushes chihaya too much but it's all such a simple, without ulterior motives, interest in chihaya as a person. he'll argue and push chihaya's buttons, but for this, he lets chihaya take the lead. and he learns. ugh i think the concept of obedience is super interesting with makita aaauuggh like he is so devoted to improving and getting better (in baseball) and i see that diligence extending to chihaya as well. he wants to understand him better. he wants to be closer to him. but he always approached it all wrong. so the idea of chihaya letting him be close, giving makita the opportunity to learn him in this way, when there's someone else who loves chihaya and has already learned him, who knows him intimately i just went nuts AAAAAAA

ok this was super long BUT THANK U FOR SENDING AN ASK YAYYYY

ao3 wrapped asks

[bigmack2go]

So you finished your outline kr even your entire story? And now yove gotta come up with a title but you don’t wanna be as boring as using the main characters full name? LET ME HELP YOU!

Idk how to make a good intro to this but i’ll just try by starting with: theres a difference between fanfics and books

For fanfics it’s okay to have a shitty title, a song related title or just a whole ass quote(all tho that last ones debatable) theres still a lot of fanfics with great titles though.

This one seems obvious but please at least make your book SEEM interesting

But if you do want or need a good title let me help. I have no idea where to start so jm just gonna give u a couple of things to keep in mind withoutany particular order.

Okay so idk how to start this but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep your title at two words or less. If you have three… fine i guess but thats the absolute limit. Also absolutely avoid going over four syllables! That also in most cases means: no quotes, not songs etc unless theyre short enough. This is not optional! There’s nothing that i hate more than a name that takes ages to say when i try to recommend a book or show or movie which is why i simply dont do it. And you don’t want that. You want your storry to be recommended. Like the summer i turned pretty. Great book. Great plot. The title almost made me not read it.

Talking about at one. The summer i turned pretty also made no sense what so ever! Especially with the sequels??? Please make your titles make sense for the story! And if you wanna do sequels i’m BEGGING you to keep that in mind for the title.

Dont spoiler anything but for fucks sake make it make sense

Also pls dont start it with “the” cuz thats bad enough as it is but thats not even my point: if you dont want something boring as the MC’s full name, you also dont want something like the important object or just some random noun i promise. It CAN work if its like a name for a group of people like the outsiders or a gang name or smt but its like that it won’t so just… dont

I’d also avoid using original words that u amde up for the story. This isn’t necessarily smt that makes the title bad but it automatically means that it’s harder to remember so if you wanna be recomended thats probably a No. Unless its super easy to remember foe whatever reason.

So now that ive told you what NOT to do, let me give you some ‘DOs’

So theres several kinds of titles.

My personal favourite are like word plays. Not necessarily puns bc they often create new words which are as we’ve established hard to remember. But just something with a double meaning or something like that… i love that

Something else that always works are inconsistencys. Nothing like titles that contradicts itself! It sparks confusion and most importantly: INTEREST. People wanna know what the fuck is up with that. And it can alsk be rly soothing (for some reason)

References and innuendos are smt else i’ll never say no to if they’re used right. This can also overlap with wordplays. Famous (short) quotes or sayings, places or names are never not it

Smt else that slaps is good ol’ simplicity. Be bold. This👏does👏not👏have👏to👏be👏a👏spoiler! I promise you that just because you make it obvious what’s the book about that won’t spoiler shit.

Talking about: i love a good On-The-Nose title especially because most people expect nothing less than the exact opposite of it. Dont get me started on how banger of a title “They Both Die At The End” would be if it were just a little shorter!

And lastly even tho fullnames are an absolute turn-off last names can be sooo good. Especially when they’re about the whole family and especially when they’re in singular

Ofc these rules don’t always apply. Here are some examples of when they didnt

Fifty shades of gray (not defending the book itself, im just saying: the title is awesome)

Ansalom

The guy who didnt like musicals

Pride and prejudice

The kangaroo chronicles

Dracula

Alice in wonderland

That nineties show

Lollita

Bonny and clyde

Out of africa

Come from away

The never ending story

But trust me they usually do apply and just because a book is doing well it doesn’t mean the title had any part in it! Here are some books that should not have done so well and wouldn’t if it were for the title

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson

Mathilda

Birth Control is Sinful in the Christian Marriages and also Robbing God of Priesthood Children!! (Like holy shit dude wtf u literally have not one but TWO exclamation marks in there and take up TWO lines)

The little shop of horrors

Here are some really good titles

Red clocks

Hamlet

Star Wars

Maze Runner

Qualityland

Hamilton

Let’s win

Newsies

Half bad

Blackbird

Avatar

Chrimson rivers

Fight or flight

Young royals

Bridgerton

Titanic

Here are some titles that could have been soooo good if they just… (and what i would change them too

How to get away with murder its so long (sort of wordplay?, interesting)

The fifth season- season five its too long sry (interesting)

Maze Runner-*not having sequels* it just doesn’t make sense for the sequels (simple and interesting)

Just lovers (like we’re suposed to be)- just lovers (contradiction, interesting)

History is all you left me-simply history (?) (contratdiction) too long

More happy than not (interesting) too lonh

They both die at the end (on the nose) too long

Half bad: the bastard son of the devil himself- half bad (interesting) too fucking long dudeee

Also some that DID folow the rules but are still… not so good for some reason? (This is only about the titles not the works!!!!!)

Best friends brother

Choices

Girl in pieces

Boy meets world

No one saw

That nineties show

Lalaland

Im also maybe gonna do some of these on covers and genrally viduals

[yellowjacketsfashion]

:) what you do is honestly so impressive, can i ask what your strategy is or some of the steps u take (bc im curious, not asking for an extensive tutorial or anything lol)

Thanks, I try my best! :)

For the most part I use Google’s image search to find items (though Pinterest and Ebay have similar programs that do the same kind of thing). I usually start with a good photo of the item I’m looking for, in this scenario I’m going to use tomorrow’s item as an example.

In this instance we’re looking for Lottie’s pink sweater (Top Left Image). I then click the camera icon and crop the image down to what I’m looking for (pink sweater).

The search will give me results and I look through them to find a similar item (bottom left image shows examples). In this instance, the sweater is really distinct and so it’s not that difficult to point out. The bottom right image shows that I’ve found it on ebay. From there I’d save the original image of Lottie wearing the sweater and a screen shot of the found item and crop them both to be square photos for my post. I’d copy down the found item name and add that underneath the photos on my post before putting it in my queue!

Sometimes items aren’t as easy to find (usually because I can’t find a good picture) and so I have to resort to typing out descriptions of the item. If I was doing that for Lottie’s sweater I’d probably say “pink houndstooth striped sweater” and hope it comes up in the results.

If it doesn’t I usually add what I call “mall stores” to the end of the search to help find it (so like Zara, Forever 21, Urban Outfitters, Anthropologie, etc.) I’ve found that at least for the younger cast, items are mostly from stores like that and depending on what the item is, I can usually narrow it down based on the clothes these stores usually carry. What I like so much about the Wildreness wardrobes though is that because they needed multiples, pretty much all the clothes are modern and so I don’t have to look for vintage (which would make this whole thing significantly more time consuming). The older cast is a little harder to find stuff for because as a younger person I’ve usually never heard of the stores their stuff is from or I haven’t shopped there to know what they sell. I know some of the adults also wear vintage clothes and that can also make it harder to find an exact match (though they did use a lot of vintage in the Pilot for the pre-crash scenes apparently).

Some of the hardest items to find are usually flannels and striped shirts (which Yellowjackets has no lack of) due to the colors and patterns being difficult to pick up in the Google searches. Though, because they’re patterned they are usually easier for me to visually identify when I find them. Solid color items are harder because they could literally be from anywhere (this is why I have like no Travis finds). Plus, because I’m looking for items the costume department bought years ago, I’m usually at the whim of people reselling their old clothes online. Over all though, for some reason Adult Taissa’s clothes have been the easiest to find? I think it’s because they’re pretty much all designer and there’s more monetary value in reselling those rather than a forever 21 t-shirt you bought 2-3 years ago.

Besides my own finds I also repost other people’s finds or listings from sites like Spottern and Shopyourtv.com to help add to the content I publish on here. I find those posts to be good filler and helpful for me because it usually makes up for my lack of Adult Yellowjackets items.

In addition, I read/listen to interviews with people like the costume designer because they’re really insightful and usually provide inside information that can help me find items (or give me fun facts).

I know you didn’t want a tutorial but looking back I think I kind of gave you one. I think i covered everything but let me know if you have any other questions! I’d be happy to answer! Either way, I hope you found my process interesting! :)

(Edit to say that Laura Lee is hands down the hardest person to find stuff for because all the clothes are modest and I kind of think the costume department didn’t get them from the stores everyone else got clothes from. Idk though but that’s just my thought.)