#in my life feels real rn and i am a scared creature in my skin all the time. so no i don’t feel like i can hold my own and represent my work

[pepprs]

kind of amazing that i get down on myself for having impostor syndrome and feeling constantly stupid and naive and radiating insecurity about being young all the time when actually there is a completely explainable reason for it which is that i live in this house 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

[in-one-sockk]

1-150 for the asks :3🦋

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? - @when-youcant-sleepat-night2. Are you outgoing or shy? - im bipolar3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - my pretty girlfriend on my birthday4. Are you easy to get along with? - I don’t know, find out5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - begrudgingly, she hates vomit6. What kind of people are you attracted to? - butches with nice arms7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - definitely, we’re at six months!8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? - Frank Iero9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - not at all10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - the moon11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - “meanie”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - Make it Right - BTS, Summertime - MCR, bellyache - Billie Eilish, Dilbar - Neka Kakkar, This Is Home - Cavetown

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - NO I have curly hair and if you touch it or interfere with it it looks like I’ve been dragged through a bush by my ankles14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? - I believe in good and bad karma15. What good thing happened this summer? - I met my girlfriend16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - yes17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - I think it’d be pretty egotistical to not18. Do you still talk to your first crush? - nahh19. Do you like bubble baths? - I like them, for like five minutes because I need to wash my hair and they get in the way20. Do you like your neighbors? - my neighbours are scared of sunlight21. What are you bad habits? - pulling away because I think I’m a burden22. Where would you like to travel? - Norway, Japan, places with blue seas and flowers23. Do you have trust issues? - I have a narcissistic mother, so yahh24. Favorite part of your daily routine? - getting into bed25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - my shoulders, they’re broad26. What do you do when you wake up? - die inside 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - neither, I don’t really think about it28. Who are you most comfortable around? - my girlfriend 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? - a lot of them, but for manipulative reasons30. Do you ever want to get married? only to @when-youcant-sleepat-night31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yeah but not a cute one32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? - Brie Larson (short hair) and Erika Linder  33. Spell your name with your chin - nopee34. Do you play sports? What sports? - I used to be a swimmer, and I did trampolining and high jump, but I haven’t done sports in a while35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - nope, I’m quite blunt37. What do you say during awkward silences? - I’m usually the awkward silent one, unless I’m high energy38. Describe your dream girl? - can cook, nice hands, sweet laugh, fairly tall, short hair, strong, patient, likes cuddles, understanding, pretty masculine energied39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - ASOS Marketplace, thrift shops, Pull&Bear, Urban Outfitters, Run & Fly, Etsy40. What do you want to do after high school? - get married, have kids, be a housewife with a greenhouse and a vegetable garden. Can I do that? Nope. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - No, but context. If your partner hits you do they deserve a second chance? No. But you gotta let people learn and grow from their mistakes?42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? - I want attention, I’m sad, scared, suicidal, tired, confused, embarrassed. So really a lot43. Do you smile at strangers? - If I like their energy44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? - I love both of these things but am also terRIFIED of both these things45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - a better day might come 46. What are you paranoid about? - money and not having enough47. Have you ever been high? - yeahh48. Have you ever been drunk? - too much49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - yeah but obviously I’m not gonna tell you50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? - Green, my favourite51. Ever wished you were someone else? - a lot of the time52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? - I’d like to have a skill?hobby I could turn into a career I’d enjoy53. Favourite makeup brand? - I dont really have one, but I’ve used the exact same Rimmel London eyeliner since I was 1154. Favourite store? - Etsy55. Favourite blog? - @malnedott has a lot of cute aesthetics56. Favourite colour? - forest green57. Favourite food? - chilli with lots of sour cream (I dont like spicy food)58. Last thing you ate? - a jelly baby59. First thing you ate this morning? - a jelly baby60. Ever won a competition? For what? - I won a competition last month on “who can use the most words beginning with V and create a story that makes sense” 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? - I skipped school for a while when I was depressed62. Been arrested? For what? - nopee63. Ever been in love? - I’m very in love right now64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? - I actually can’t remember it..65. Are you hungry right now? - very, but I’m lazy66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? - I have no tumblr friends, no one talks to me67. Facebook or Twitter? - neither68. Twitter or Tumblr? - Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? - nope, I’m on Skype70. Names of your bestfriends? - Non, Maya, Calli (my cat)71. Craving something? What? - a cuddle72. What colour are your towels? - I don’t actually own any72. How many pillows do you sleep with? - two!73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - a stuffed unicorn and a blanket my girlfriend gave me74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? - seven?75. Favourite animal? - penguin76. What colour is your underwear? - I’m not wearing any 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? - chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour? - sherbet!79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - brown ish red??80. What colour pants? - grey with batman logos81. Favourite tv show? - currently Killing Eve82. Favourite movie? - Mamma Mia 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? - we don’t talk about the sequel..84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls (I’ve never seen the other one)85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? - Glenn Coco86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? - The stingray bus87. First person you talked to today? - @when-youcant-sleepat-night88. Last person you talked to today? - my little sister89. Name a person you hate? - Gauge…. my old supervisor at work90. Name a person you love? - my little sister91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - Eden (my sisters ex who left her suicidal)92. In a fight with someone? - sort of.. a non-resolved ignoring of each other and93. How many sweatpants do you have? - one I think94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? - 495. Last movie you watched? - Jennifer’s Body96. Favourite actress? - Jodie Comer97. Favourite actor? - Rami Malek98. Do you tan a lot? - never99. Have any pets? - two cats and one spawn of satan with a cat face100. How are you feeling? - kinda empty rn101. Do you type fast? - when I’m high energy, but am I skilled at it? nope102. Do you regret anything from your past? - dating that teacher that one time103. Can you spell well? - awkwardly, I can spell complicated words really well, but basic words where multiple of the same letters are next to each other are evil, like, I always think there’s two F’s in professor or one D in address 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? - my old best friend I guess sometimes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - no but I’d love to!106. Ever broken someone’s heart? - my mothers maybe107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yes and they’re evil creatures108. What should you be doing? - homework109. Is something irritating you right now? - having to go cook110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - yes, my girlfriend before we got together111. Do you have trust issues? - isnt this repeated?112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - my girlfriend113. What was your childhood nickname? - Fifi Forget me not114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? - yes!115. Do you play the Wii? - yes, and hugely beat @when-youcant-sleepat-night at Mario Karts116. Are you listening to music right now? - my sister’s bath music from the next room117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? - I’ve never had it 118. Do you like Chinese food? - not really119. Favourite book? - The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier120. Are you afraid of the dark? - yes..121. Are you mean? - sometimes 122. Is cheating ever okay? - NEVER, especially when you’re Russian and pretend you’re a nice person and constantly talk about how cheating is never okay desPITE doing it to every girlfriend you’ve had123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - no, my converse are basically grey124. Do you believe in love at first sight? - i dont know125. Do you believe in true love? - thoroughly126. Are you currently bored? - a little127. What makes you happy? - flowers128. Would you change your name? - yes, for varying reasons. I dont like mine much, and to hide from some bad people129. What your zodiac sign? - gemini130. Do you like subway? - the food? not really131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - bluntly make it clear I’m gay132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - I think this is repeated too133. Favourite lyrics right now? - “I wanna build a place in you, where I can be made new”134. Can you count to one million? - probably not135. Dumbest lie you ever told? - “Of course I know what I’m doing”136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? - my bedroom door closed, wardrobe open137. How tall are you? - 176cm138. Curly or Straight hair? - I have curly hair, but straight hair requires a lot less effort and upkeep139. Brunette or Blonde? - ginger140. Summer or Winter? - autumn141. Night or Day? - night142. Favourite month? - August143. Are you a vegetarian? - no, but I can’t be in my current living situation144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? - none145. Tea or Coffee? - tea, black and cold146. Was today a good day? - no, all the customers decided to buy huge amounts as the store closed. If you do this, you are the worst kind of person and yes, we all thoroughly hate you147. Mars or Snickers? - neither148. What’s your favourite quote? - “They tell you to do your own thing but they don’t mean it. They don’t want you to do your thing, not unless it happens to be their thing, too.”149. Do you believe in ghosts? - no but I believe in bad energies150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? - Lateness fucking noticed, loser bitch  

[blufics]

Title: A Vision, A Person, A Promise

Universe: Icarus & I

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa

Syn: Questions of both the past and future plague Eren and Mikasa, who toe the line between fear and exhaustion with the recent loss of their best friend.

“He almost died.”

The awful, bitter, sharp truth retched from Eren’s throat and onto the ground. He sat on the hood of the van, his long frame curled in on itself, post-rain droplets soaking into his shorts. His knuckles stung terribly- they were an awful, brutal shade of reddish-purple where his skin had hit the asphalt. Bruises lined his jaw and cheeks, as well, where he had hit himself. His throat was dry and coarse, enough so to cause near-pain when he talked, but the words fell, anyway, because they were so purely real that they had no other choice but to be released into the air. Mikasa watched him, silent.

“There were two times when it was too real- him dying. The first one was when I opened the door and saw him….there. You know. Setting it up. I can only remember feeling the loss before it had hit, and then- it got all fucked up. I pummeled him, but I wasn’t angry. I don’t even think I was sad- and that’s part of what scares me. There was just this, like, rage. Not angry rage. Just rage. Blind shit, pure emotion. And the only way I could let it out was to beat the living shit out of the person I hated most right then.

“Then, too late, it all hit me. Not the fact that what I’d done was fucked up, but the idea that, right then, he could have been dead. I just, I don’t know. He was out. I was guilty. It was weird, and really, really, messed up. I still don’t know what to think about it. I really don’t.”

In his vision, he could see only bloody fists in his lap. He focused on them, his expression tensing.

“You know,” he admitted, “I feel like there’s this creature. This thing. Inside of me. Something less than human. Makes me swing my fists and scream my lungs out at the dumbest things. And then it, like, infects this part of me I’ve built up as I’ve grown, and it makes me feel so much, care so much, it fucking hurts. Everything fucking hurts. And I notice everything at once, ‘cause I have to, and I just want it all to- to stop. I want to stop being me. I want everyone to move on with their lives without having to worry about whether this ticking fucking time bomb is gonna go off.” He took a deep breath; the air scratched at his gravelly throat as he did so. “And, y’know, maybe I’ve reached my peak. Maybe I should just-” His hand began to tremble in his lap once more, every inch of his skin, his mind, aching for pain,begging to be as damaged and ruined as he had made everything else, when-

Warm fingers slid into his own. He realized that he had been digging his nails into his palm.

“You know that’s not the solution,” Mikasa reminded him quietly.

“I don’t know anything. I’m an idiot. I’m not even a person. I’m this fucking monster-”

“You,” she insisted, “are beautiful, Eren.” Her eyes were still, her hand gentle where it caressed his cheek. “You’re human. Very human. Maybe overwhelmingly human; who can say? But you’re a person, through and through, and I know you.”

He crumpled, into her hand, then her lap, where he buried his face. She stroked his hair with a delicate touch.

“I just want it all to stop,” he sobbed. There were no tears present, but his stomach spasmed as though it were shaking violently in its own little turbulent panic. While one hand held tightly against hers, the other wrapped itself around her waist, securing. “It just keeps on going, Miks, and I want it to stop.”

In the back of her head, there was wild panic for her best friends- for all of them- but in the forefront of her mind, she kept an ocean of tranquility, and she kept her heart on her sleeve. At least for now, she had to stay strong.

Still, Mikasa didn’t have all the answers. So when Eren pleaded for life itself to give him rest, silently asking her why it couldn’t, she simply told him, “It can’t. We just have to keep on.”

In the liminal space of the motel room, where all that lie with them were moonlight and the smell of cheap soap, Mikasa absently ran a thumb across her stomach, imagining she might have felt something there.

“Eren,” she whispered, her voice suddenly tight.

“Mm?” he murmured back.

“Eren,” she repeated.

“Yeah, Miks?”

Her thumb hooked into the cloth of her shirt, twisting it.

“Do you….want….a kid?”

He hesitated before asking, “Honestly?”

“Please.”

“Right now,” he admitted, “all I can think about is how much I already love them.”

“It’s- it’s probably not much more than a fertilized egg right now, Eren-”

“I know. But I just- I have this vision. That you and me are together, and we’ve got this perfect little life. We make mac n’ cheese and stuff with cheap-ass hotdogs, and I make chili to go with them, but you never eat it. We share a car and a house, and we do all the intimidating, stressful, boring adult stuff together. With our own place, we’ve got, like, a dog, maybe a cat, maybe some fish, maybe every pet we can afford at the nearest store. And this kid, hypothetical or not….well. They’re part of it.”

“Part of it?”

“I just see them taking after you and being so good at everything, it drives everyone around them nuts. And I get to be the kind of parent they need, to love them like they need to be loved, and they’ll love me back. And the three of us can eat ice cream together, watch shitty kids’ movies, go to the park, train the dog. And then, when they’re in school, if they need help with homework, Armin….”

He faltered, something stuttering in his gut.

“But it’s not going to be like that,” he realized. “I guess it never can. Especially since- I mean.”

“Since what?” Mikasa prodded, turning to face him.

He didn’t meet her eyes. “I know how important school is to you, Miks. And I also know that it’s tough and dangerous to try out something like college when a baby’s in the picture. So I get it if-”

“Eren, I’m keeping the baby. There’s no question about that.”

He glanced at her, somewhat disbelieving. “You’re- you’re sure?”

Though traces of melancholy seeped through, Mikasa managed a soft smile. “You don’t think I’ve had the same dream? Having that picture-perfect life? Starting a family with you?”

“But maybe we should wait, Miks-”

“I’m not ready,” she admitted. “But, Eren, I don’t want to risk regretting having gotten rid of the first step we’ve made together- intentional or not. And I think we can make it work. I believe in us.”

“I believe in you,” Eren sighed. “But, even getting past my anger issues, I’ve got a gung-ho mom, a distant dad, and a low-key psycho older brother to use as examples. I can’t be the parent they’ll need, because I’d have no idea what that would look like.”

“What parent does?”

“Even so, though, most functional parents I know haven’t almost killed their suicidal best friend. Or threatened to kill him, after the fact.”

She took hold of his hand once again. “You can’t let your worst moments define you.”

“I can if my kid’s life is on the line.”

She promised him, “You’re going to get better. And I’ll help you.”

He grew quiet for a moment, as though he were afraid a response would shatter the validity, the possibility of such a promise- as though it were only a ghost of a future that could be sucked from the air if he were to speak a word.

Then, Mikasa added, “I mean it.”

And he said, “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, hey.”

“Yeah?”

She squeezed his hand lightly. “We’re going to find him. You know that, right?”

Though he didn’t know that, not at all, because nothing at that time felt certain, he said, “Yeah, I do,” because he trusted her- even more so than he trusted reality itself.

AN: Here it is, to those of you who asked! Sorry for possible typos and whatnot- its 4 AM rn and I wrote this in one go. Hope it was worth it! Thank you all for your patience!

[echoequinox]

Daily Write 1/1/2017

A lot of what I’m gonna write is gonna be snippet stuff, probably based on writing prompts I find! I may continue stuff if they get interest from people, or maybe if I just enjoy them or something, dunno. It’s also mostly gonna be pretty gay so be ready for that.

And as with all of my stuff (unless I say specifically in the post) feel free to reblog, like, etc.! As long as you don’t steal it and claim it as your own. :P

There’s the prompt for what I wrote today, as seen below!

Henrietta – Ren – Charles stood outside of the small, creaky house, standing alone amidst several boarded up and condemned houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. The autumn wind was unseasonably chilly, the trees here bare while around town they were blooming and still beautiful shades of red and orange. Somehow, despite the once colorful paint on the old, derelict homes and the hints of where there was once life in the form of abandoned treehouses and swing sets, the neighborhood felt… foreboding.

“You can do this, Ren,” she whispered to herself, breathing into her cupped hands to warm them. “It’s just… it’s just a neighborhood. They’re just rumors.”

Damning rumors, of course. This street, hell, even this part of town was said to be… haunted? Some claimed it was haunted, others spread rumors more akin to a stalking ground for some sort of… creature. The whole town, located not far away in Massachusetts, always felt like an off-brand Salem to Ren, with rumors and stories and mysterious deaths, but never anything truly PARANORMAL to call its own, like its supposedly witch infested cousin.

Even Ren’s own best friend bought into the hype, though she consistently talked him down.

“You can’t SERIOUSLY be wanting to go to THAT side of town!” he had begged only hours prior. “You’ve heard… what people have said!”

“Sure,” she’d responded. “People have also said you’re a werewolf, and Mr. Brown is a witch.”

“You don’t know for sure he’s not,” Lee had said with a wilting smile. “But seriously… you can’t do this, like. Just come over to my house? We’ll play video games or watch Netflix or something.”

And yet… here she was. Alone.

There was something frightening about the neighborhood, to be sure. She paused on the sidewalk outside of the one inhabited house, listening. Whistling wind, creaking boards… but no animals. No birds chirping, no bugs chittering. Maybe that was what was so unnerving.

She pulled her jacket tighter and made her way up the drive, passing the mailbox with the broad, stark letters emblazoned on the side: BLACK.

Charlotte Black. An enigma, a right curiosity at Ren’s school. It made her sick to her stomach. No matter how weird or quiet the girl was, it gave her classmates no right to make fun of her, torment her, steal her things or deface her locker. It was disgusting.

Though, living here… No. No, she wouldn’t let those thoughts get into her head. Charlotte wasn’t some kind of freak to be made fun of, some sideshow curiosity to be prodded and poked for amusement. She was just a girl who went to high school, whose parents had… questionable choice in real estate.

As she climbed the steps, Ren was amazed this house wasn’t condemned with the rest on the street. Some windows were boarded up, others had rustling, moth-ridden curtains that seemed to be decades old. As she watched, shadows moved beyond. Some bizarre thing must be casting… shuddering shadows. Nothing human moved like that.

She stopped, heart nearly beating out of her chest, and closed her eyes tight, clenching her fists. Deep breaths, Ren, she reminded herself. In and out. She took her phone out of her pocket, managing to wrench open one eye to look down at the screen. Her lock screen showed her and Lee taking a silly selfie, and unlocking it showed a single text. “Okay!! :)” She drew in another deep and ragged breath, pocketing the phone and marching up the steps, rapping hard on the door several times.

It seemed to echo through the house, and the wood seemed to groan in response. After a moment, there was a click, and the door inched open, just a tiny bit. Ren blinked, pushing open the door and peering around inside.

This place… had to be condemned. Or at least violating some serious health laws. It looked as if no one had set foot in the living room for years, a thick layer of dust covering everything inside. A few footprints led to and from the door through the dust, and… handprints, barely visible, lined the walls. Why were there HANDPRINTS? And how did… they get so high up the walls?

Her phone buzzed and she cried out, covering her mouth quickly before wrestling the phone out of her pocket.

“Are you there?” Lee’s text read.

“Fucking christ lee yes I’m here,” she responded. “This place is spooky as hell” She shoved the phone in her pocket, steeling herself again and making her way deeper into the house. Part of her wanted to call out, to see if Charlotte was living in this kind of house… and another didn’t want to notify anything living here that WASN’T Charlotte. Her phone buzzed and she cursed.

“No shit its spooky dingdong, its a haunted fucking house. Can you just come home? Please???”

“No, shut up, its fine,” she replied, scowling. “Its all good, you can have my computer if i die if you promise not to bog it down with too much creepy hentai shit”

“Excuse me.” She spun and cried out, dropping her phone, only to see a figure snatch out and catch it before it hit the ground. “Who are you.” She took a step back, the man in the doorway imposing and gaunt. He had straight, black hair, incredibly pale skin, and piercing eyes. His question was more of a statement.

“R-Ren,” she squeaked. “H-Henrietta Charles, um, s-sir,” she managed. He arched an eyebrow, handing her phone back delicately.

“Ren, is it?” he asked. “Follow me.” He moved deeper into the house, and she could swear he wasn’t making any footsteps.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT,” she typed quickly. “I THINK A FUCKING VAMPIRE LIVES HERE???” She pocketed the phone before the man could see anything, and he led her to a doorway leading down into the basement.

“Um, are… we going down there?” she asked. He gave her a short look before descending into the dark. “FOLLOWING HIM INTO THE BASEMENT I GUESS?? HOLY SHIT UHHHHH BRB??” As she sent the text, the screen lit up with a call, showing Lee’s name. She sighed and slid “ignore” before following the man into the basement.

The stairs were… far longer than she expected. At some point, they reached a landing and went the OPPOSITE way, for what should’ve been at least a few more floors. Finally, at the bottom, was an enormous wooden door with a single lock. She felt the phone buzz and glanced at it as the man began to unlock the padlock.

“REN I STG IF YOU DONT COME HOME RN IM CALLING THE COPS IM SERIOUS”

“Its all fine, no worries, see you in a bit” She sent, shuddering and turning off the vibration on her phone before pocketing it for the last time.

“Welcome to our home,” the man said, smirking and opening the door into a large open room. It was a beautifully decorated living room, far more lived in and lavishly decorated than the upstairs. Not a speck of dust in sight, and all the upholstery on the curtains and furniture was stitched immaculately. “Charlotte,” the man called in a surprisingly booming voice. “Your friend is here.”

“Coming!” came a soft voice, followed by a giggle.

“Um, so,” Ren muttered softly. “Are you like… Charlotte’s dad?” The gaunt man raised an eyebrow. “O-or, like, an uncle or… uhh. Caretaker…?”

“I am her adoptive father,” he replied softly, looking away.

“Oh! Okay, cool. Cool.” She fidgeted nervously. “So you like… single dad, or married…?”

“Married,” came a voice to her left, making her jump and cry out. She turned to see another man, larger than the gaunt one, and far more athletically built. He was broad and had light facial hair, the same rusty brown as the hair on his head.

“Oh, my god,” Ren chuckled, clutching her chest. “S-sorry, you just scared the sh- er, I mean, you scared me pretty bad. Sorry.” The brunette man smiled and Charlotte’s adoptive father rolled his eyes.

“My name is Luke, and this is Isaac,” the brunette said, holding out a hand.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, of course,” Ren said, shaking his hand. His grip was ice cold and she shivered lightly at the touch, causing Luke to smile again. “Nice to meet you both.” She paused and rubbed her neck.

“You’re wondering,” Luke smiled.

“H-huh?”

“You can ask,” he shrugged.

“O-oh. Um. Are you vampires?” Luke’s eyes widened and Isaac visibly recoiled.

“What?” Luke asked.

“Oh, um, I mean. The, uh, the pale skin and abandoned house, and like, there were handprints up on the walls?” she pointed upwards, toward the house. “And you guys live in a creepy basement. Uh. Wait, what were you expecting me to ask?”

“Is that why you’re here?” Isaac hissed softly, looming over her. “You think that Charlotte is some sort of… freak? You’ve come to ridicule her like the rest?”

“N-no! God, no!” Ren sputtered, pressing back into her chair. “No, I j-just, was- was wondering and all-”

“If you aren’t here because you think we’re…” Luke shifted uncomfortably. “Vampires… and if you aren’t here to ridicule Charlotte, what are you doing here?” Ren blinked.

“Oh. Um… well, this is… kind of awkward, I guess,” she replied, blushing. “I mean… I was thinking, like, you know, dinner and a movie since the new Star Wars just came out, and like, I saw her doodling the rebel symbol – or, fuck, I hope it was the rebel symbol, it’s gonna be real awkward if she doesn’t like Star Wars, I planned out this whole night around the movie and uh-” She froze, looking up at the two faces staring down at her. “Oh, god, is that okay?”

“You’re here… to take our daughter on a date?” Luke asked.

“Well… yeah,” she chuckled. “I mean… I mean, shit, I hope I read the way she was talking right and that she likes me. Oh god, I didn’t even think of that…”

“And if we are vampires?” Isaac asked, still looming over her, his eyes predatory.

“Well, I mean… you’re kind of scaring me, to be completely honest. Luke is, uh, like less scary. But… what do you mean what if you’re vampires?”

“You’d still want to take her out on a date?” Luke asked.

“Sure? Wait, is she a vampire too? I mean, I guess… I don’t really MIND, as long as I’m not gonna get like, bit or anything. Or… I mean, uh, wait, is she a vampire too?”

“Hey, Ren!” Charlotte said, coming out of one of the doors, grinning. Ren took in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt and a black jacket over a pink band t-shirt. Ren had never seen her wearing much color before.

“Hey,” Ren grinned, standing. “Are you, uh, all ready to go?”

“Mhm! Ready when you are.”

“Can you wait outside, honey?” Luke said with a smile. “We’d like to talk to Ren for a moment.”

“Okay,” Charlotte nodded, smiling. “You alright with that, Ren?”

“Y-yeah, should be fine,” she smiled as the girl left the room.

“You know NOTHING about Luke and I,” Isaac hissed. “Even if your presumptuous statement of us being vampires had any measure of truth, you’d know nothing of it. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, sir, of course,” she nodded stiffly.

“Loosen up, Isaac,” Luke said, patting the gaunt man on the shoulder. “Do you think your movie will let out by ten?”

“Oh, um, yeah I think it’s out by about 8? Maybe 8:30.”

“Bring her home by 10,” Luke smiled, giving her a smile. “And have fun, alright? If you hurt her…”

“Sir, if I may, I won’t let anyone or anything hurt her,” Ren replied, with all the courage she could muster. For a few long moments, she and Luke shared intense eye contact before he broke into a large grin.

“Good! Go, go. Don’t keep her waiting.” Ren smiled and nodded, bounding up the stairs and to the front door, where Charlotte waited.

“Are we ready?” she smiled brightly.

“Definitely,” Ren smiled, taking Charlotte’s hand in hers.