#like time isnt passing and my body is just being moved from one moment to the next without my consent

[suck-mein-pokeballs]

I should be a whole ass person by now I think but I'm just fat, skin, hair, and gore with a full time job

[tinystarbites]

accidents pt. 1.5 | Spencer Reid x Reader

Okay so, WOW. I am completely blown away by the response to my first fic on here, 120 followers in 6 days are you guys okay? Because I am definitely not :,). While accidents pt. II isnt quite finished just yet (thank you so much for being so patient with me<3 uni is kicking my ass already rip), I thought I'd give you all a small sneak peek, aka the first 800-ish words of the second part. I hope you enjoy and thank you all so so much for the generous feedback so far!! <333 I'll go rewatch my genetics lecture now yippie :,,,,)

here you can read the entire first part, please head the warnings! Same ones apply here. also, if you wanna get tagged in pt. II, let me know in the comments!

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Spencer’s never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.

His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-

It’s you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he can’t just-

“Spencer?”

He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-

“Uh, yeah, just a second!”, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-

He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and –

“Okay, I’ll just…chill with that weird plant here.”

An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.

After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that it’s not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.

And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.

For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.

“Hi.”

You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesn’t know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.

You’re not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelope’s.

“Hi to yourself”, you chuckle, “Can I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?”

Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.

“Only seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.”

He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you don’t hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.

Spencer’s breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his body’s response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is… a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious he’s trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isn’t enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.

The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what you’re thinking.

“Spencer”, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didn’t make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. “Do you hate me?”

“Wha-“, he sputters your name, “No- no! Of course, I don’t- whe- why would you think that?”

You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. “Because you’ve been acting hella weird these last few days and you won’t tell me whyyyy”, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else he’s just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.

“I haven’t been acting weird, really, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-

“Is it because you saw my nudes?”

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oh spencer, you weren't quite as subtle as you thought. rip my boy. also whooops another cliffhanger? haha my fingers must've slipped my bad

tags: @sebastiansstanswhore @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

[gyu-ine]

Sick reader x Chuuya

This is my first time using Tumblr so I really dont know how to use it, also englidh isnt my first lenguage, so expect this to be kinda of bad.

Cw: none, probably occ

You had just woken up, and... you felt like shit, you dont know how you got so sick, but it felt like you were dying, your head and throat hurt, and you didnt have the energy to move, or at least move to do more than to hug Chuuya, who was laying next to you, you thougth he was still asleep, but you felt him move, and saw him open his eyes- [name]? Your boiling...- he mumbled, worried- are you sick? Your sweating a lot too- he said, while carresing your forehead, he got up, and you started complaninh, wanting for him to come back with her, making Chuuya laugh- dont worry, I'm just going to get you some medicine- he promised, before leaving the room.

You lied in bed, sure you were dying, in part because of the fever didnt let you think well.

Chuuya finally come back to the room, with pills and a glass of water, he sat next to you, smiling softly.

He gave you the pill, looking as you put the pill in your mouth, and put the water next to you- drink- he said, pressing it against your mouth- I can drink from a glass myself- you complained, at what Chuuya smiled softly- I know, but I want to do it myself, come on, drink- he repeated.

You drank the water, and swallowed the pill, to then rest in the pillow, complaning- it hurts so much, I'm actually going to die- you cried, at what Chuuya rolled his eyes- dont be dramatic...- he mumbled.

Some hours passed, Chuuya lied with you the whole time, even if you told him he was was going to get sick, Chuuya just laughed and said that he would gladly get sick to not leave you alone.

He leaved to make you some soup, so you would eat something, he insisted in spoon feeding you, and after some complaning, you accepted.

As he fed you, he also carresed you, smiling softly and mumbling sweet nothings, you felt sligthly better, the pill had made the pain subside, but you still had no energy- you're so sweaty... do you want me to bath you after you finish eating?-he asked softly- Chuuya... I dont need need you to do everything for me... - you said, at what Chuuys smiled- maybe I dont have to, but I want to, your the one who's always taking care for me when I come home lste and hurt from missions, I want to do this for you, once at least- he said, and you couldnt help but smile and blush, he was being so sweet...

You accepted and kept eating the soup he gave you, and then snuggled with hkm, wanting to get closer to him and feel his warmth, even if the least thing you needed was to get hotter.

Chuuya picked you up, using his ability to make sure you wont fall, and helped you undress to get into the bath, thr water felt really good against your body, and Chuuya's hand gently massaging your shoulders felt even better, you cleaned your body yourself, as his fingerd gently strokes your scalp, cleaning it with shampoo.

You were smiling, it all felt so comfortable, the moment was so intimate and cleaning the sweat off make you feel a lot better too- Chuuya...- you muttered, and he answered with a soft "hm?", inviting you to talk- I love you- you said, you both had said it a million at times, but it still felt special, as the first time you said it.

It didnt even matter if next dat Chuuya woke up sick next yo you, you were still happy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This is really bad, and it also has not proofread, but I hope someone enjoys it anyway

[justab00knerd]

𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓜𝓮?

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Chapter One: Where the Heck Am I?!?!?⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Yuri 23:11:

Come on stop being a killjoy, it’s the weekend y/n!! We should hang out and go to a party or something!

You 23:12:

Not today Yuri! I want to finish my homework and then take a well deserved rest aka im passing out after this.

Mina 23:12:

At least watch Hunter x Hunter so we can talk about it. Please~

You 23:13:

No way! You already talked about it to me more than enough times, not only that you insist that this Hisoka guy is supposed to be hot like please he’s A CLOWN! FYI I searched up his picture, and what do you even see in him????

Mina 23:13:

Oh come on y/n dont be like that! Hisoka is so fuckin’ hot and omg you have to see him in the greed island arc!!! Like OMGGGGG

Yuri 23:15:

Oh shut up Mina! Hisoka is SOOOO much more handsome in the York New arc!

You 23:17:

NONONONONO BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!!!! I am NOT watching that stupid cartoon show! Im tired I have other things to do and i dont need to listen to both of you rave about how “hot” this Hisoka person is. BC NEWSFLASH HE ISNT

You 23:18:

Anyways just finished my last homework, so if you don’t mind imma pass out now I have a long day tmr so if you text just know im ignoring y’all >:(

I let out a sigh as I let my phone drop out to the desk. A sharp pain pierced my head. An audible groan left my mouth. 

Well, I suppose if I’m going to go to sleep, I might as well do it in bed.

Planting my hands on the top of my desk, I push myself into a standing position. Before moving away, I slightly stretch out my back, hearing a small crack here and there I let out another sigh before moving. At least I tried to, the moment I stood a sharp pain hit me like a wave. Black dots danced my vision as a groan involuntarily ripped itself out of my throat. A step. A step was all it took for my vision to go black and I fell to the floor with a loud thud.

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A throbbing ache woke me from my slumber. Unlike before it didn’t come from my head, but more so lower down my body. 

Damn it, why is my lower back killin’ me?

A bright light made up the majority of my vision. Causing me to squint for more than I care for. I found myself in an unfamiliar room, in unfamiliar clothes, and with an unfamiliar bag. As I let out a yelp as I look down at myself. 

“Okay, this isn’t funny. Who the hell changed my clothes?!? ANd where the heck am I?!?!?” I was met with silence. Utter silence. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I looked through the messenger bag that laid by my side. Inside was some food, water, a first aid kit, and what looked like throwing knives. 

You know? Like the type of knives you would see ninjas use? Yeah, those were in my bag too. 

I picked one up for examination, and low and behold they were real. 

Maybe I could use this for darts or something?

I let out a snort at the thought. Before coming here, anytime I was free, me and my friends would go to this bar. The bar had this late night deal that if anyone who could hit the center of the darts board would get unlimited drinks on them. Unknowingly, I had an above average aim. My friends abused this power and always begged me to get them free drinks. 

I let out a sigh. Oh, how I wished that.

A small ding echoed in the room, before the walls opened up what looks to be a tunnel. As I spun towards the door, something hit the chair I once sat in. Looking down, I found a sheathed katana. With further inspection, I was able to come to the conclusion that it was a real life katana. Not like the wooden ones I had used at the dojo my grandparents ran, but like the real thing. I swing my bag around before clutching on to the katana like my life depended on it. If it was given to me then that would mean that I would need it.

I didn’t know where I was, or how the hell I even got there but I was sure of one thing. 

I was getting home. No matter what.

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A shiver went down my spine as I entered the tunnel. Looking around, all I could find were hundreds upon hundreds of people. People who looked at me like fresh meat. 

”Hello miss. You are number 406. Please wear this badge on your chest at all times please.” I perk up looking around me to see who was speaking to me. Tilting my head down, I found a cute little bean shaped man in a lime green color.

Weird. But okay, I guess? 

I bow slightly as I take the badge with the number “406” written in bold. I mumble a quick ‘Thank you’ before pinning it to my jacket. A jacket that I was grateful for because if it weren’t for the jacket I was sure I would be dying of hypothermia by now.

“Hi there! You must be new here, I’m Tonpa!” I flinch at the new voice and spin around to find a stubby little man in a blue shirt. He was smiling at me in this welcoming way, but nothing about him seemed, well… welcoming. 

There was something off about him. Something that screamed at me not to trust him. It was like a gut feeling, ya’know? The type of feeling when you feel like you’re being watched and yet can’t find anyone looking at you. 

“H-hi?” I answer in a meek voice. 

“Want a drink? We can toast to our new friendship!” I take a big gulp. Alarms in my head screamed STRANGER DANGER. And who was I to ignore them? Especially when my gut feels have always been quite accurate. 

“No thank you.” I say curtly before quickly walking away from the man. Although, even that was short lived.

“Hi!” It was a high pitched voice, not enough to be a female’s but enough to be identified as a child’s. My head snaps towards the voice to find a young boy clad in green. Two others followed close behind him, a brunette that was tall and lanky and the other being a young blond that could be misidentified as a girl.

“He-hello there…” I say awkwardly. The boy in green had this big grin on his face. The one that could compare to the brightness of the sun. He couldn’t be older than my younger siblings who were 12. “M-may I help you?”

I was met with silence, and the child only continued grinning up at me with stars in his eyes.

“I’m sorry about him. He was intrigued by you walking away from Tonpa and his “peace offering” of a drink.” The blonde sighed. Relief filled my body. At least, I wasn’t the only one who got cornered by that Tonpa fellow. “I’m Kurapika and that’s” he pointed to the lanky one, “Leorio.” The man called Leorio then started yelling/complaining to Kurapika about not letting him introduce himself to a “beauty.” I couldn’t help but let a smile work its way to my lips as the scene reminds me of my friends and I when we were younger. 

“And I’m Gon!” Gon spoke up. He was still smiling and my own checks started to hurt at seeing him smile. Coming to the conclusion that these three were merely children; minus Lerorio but who knows he could be a child stuck in a man’s body( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ), and are probably not out to kill me. I finally introduced myself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m y/n.” I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to make a few friends. Especially in an unknown environment. You never know when you might need some people you can trust. “Is it your first time here too?” I ask, trying to not make it obvious that I had no clue where I was. 

“Yep! My dad took the Hunter’s Exam at my age so I wanted to do the same! Plus it allows you to travel basically anywhere.” He said in awe as he talked about his dad. He probably didn’t know him much from what I can tell as he goes on telling me stories of his dad. I felt… oh I don’t know, empathetic. 

When I was four years old, my parents dropped me off at my grandparent’s. They left me with nothing but the faintest of memories of them. No memorabilia. No jewelry. Nothing. The only memory I could vividly remember is when I was 10 years old ish, my parents came back to the dojo and I thought like a silly little child that they were back for me. Oh, but how wrong I was. They barely stayed an hour before leaving again. You know what they came back for? To drop off twin infants. Infants. Ever since then, I have hated them. I hated them for having me and my siblings. If they didn’t want to raise us then why have us in the first place? 

I listened to Gon talk about how he was able to participate in this “Hunter’s Exam” from going on about his Aunt Mito and Whale Island, which is named because it is the shape of the whale and not because there is an abundance of whales in the area, which I only knew because he made me guess the reason of its name. Gon then went on about how he met Kurapika and Leorio, in which Kurapika fully explained to me as he said “Gon’s exaggerating it, it’s more simple than that…” His words, not mine. 

“Ne, y/n how did you get to the Hunter’s Exam?” I froze at Gon’s question. What was I supposed to say? 

Uh, I don’t know? I just magically appeared in this elevator room thingy?

Yeah, hard pass.

I opened my mouth to make some sort of lame ass excuse but only a scream echoed in the tunnel.

[ap41cu5]

can you do joseph x reader when the reader have a nightmare when reader wake up from the nightmare but she doesn't wake joseph up because she doesn't to bother him but he can't sleeping without her and he comfort her

Plagued Dreams

Joseph Oda x F! Reader Rating: Fluff Genre: One-Shot Fluff Word Count: 1173 Short Synopsis: The reader wakes up from a nightmare that used to persist often in the past. The incident causing the nightmare had troubled her for months and she had seemingly recovered from it. But the nightmare returned, and the reader, who didn't want to wake up her fiance (Joseph Oda), begins to have a meltdown in the living room. Joseph hears her cries and immediately goes to comfort her. A/N: im gonna be honest this is not my best work and i am so sorry that i posted this so late but i do hope that you enjoy this nonetheless! i havent had much time to write as usual, and i apologize if this fic isnt as long as you were hoping

“Holy shit, oh my God..” you whispered to yourself, your head aching as you rubbed your temples.

You had just woken up in a cold sweat, gasping for air as the sheets clung uncomfortably to your body.

What the hell?

You couldn’t wrap your head around it. You had gotten over it years ago, so why did it come back now? You hadn’t even thought about the incident in months. Why was such a tragic memory coming back to haunt you?

It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault, so why was it that you could never shake the feeling of guilt that washed over you whenever it was mentioned?

You looked over to Joseph, who was peacefully lying beside you, the sheets sloppily thrown on top of him and one of his arms carefully wrapped around your torso. His lips slightly parted and his head tilted, even lightly snoring. The clock on his nightstand read: 3:23AM.

You were always so grateful to be engaged to a man like him. He was smart, had a delightfully dry sense of humor, beyond compassionate, sweet, and such a gentleman. He always had a knack for reading you like a book– like all of your thoughts were written above your head for him to see. You balanced each other out wonderfully, rendering the both of you the perfect team.

You moved to gently shake him, but checked the clock one last time before your hand had the chance to make contact with the resting man. The small lettering beside the time read in all caps: TUE. That’s right. It was a Tuesday morning, meaning you both had work. It wouldn’t be fair to wake him up and have him miss out on sleep because of you. 

Carefully retracting your hand, your eyes still scanning his sleeping form, you gently took the covers off of you and got up out of bed. You gently lifted his arm off of you and placed it atop your pillow, hoping he wouldn’t notice the difference as you began to make your way towards the living room.

Carefully shutting the bedroom door behind you, you immediately headed for the kitchen to treat yourself to a cold glass of water. 

The cold liquid made your throat ache as you gulped it down. It was oddly refreshing, and seemed to clear your head during the brief moment. The night was silent, the only sound rushing through air being the occasional buzzing of cars passing through the intersection outside the kitchen window. 

Placing your glass in the kitchen sink, you made your way towards the couch. Maybe watching a bit of TV would help put me back to sleep, you thought. Plopping down on the couch and grabbing the remote, you flipped through a couple channels before finally settling for the news. Since it was three in the morning, you had a feeling nothing good would be on anyway.

You tried as hard as you could to focus on the news, but the incident refused to leave your fatigued, debilitated mind. Images seemed to flash through your head, no matter how badly you tried to think about anything else. Nothing seemed to work. It was suffocating. You hugged your knees as you felt your chest begin to tighten. The low sounds emitting from the TV seemed to fade into nothingness as everything around you seemed to crumble from beneath your fingertips. Your breathing became heavy as you tried your hardest to snap yourself out of it. Tears cascaded down your cheeks and the walls seemed to cave in around you. 

“(First Name)?” The sound of Joseph’s voice seemed to cut through the haze of your anxiety.

He quickly took your side, wrapping one of his arms around your back as his other hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you,” Joseph quietly muttered to you as he gently pulled you towards him.

The feeling of his arms around you immediately helped you to ground yourself again. His embrace was warm and his words were comforting. You turned, slowly wrapping your arms around him as you sobbed into his chest. 

Joseph stroked your hair, “It’s alright, you’re alright. I’m here,” he whispered into your ear. 

He laid backwards onto the couch, allowing for you to lay on him as you held him. His scent was awfully soothing, and his warmth only added onto it. His arms were carefully wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in. One arm placed around your hips, the other gently rubbing your back.

“It wasn’t your fault. It never was.”

At this point, you were squeezing him. Your head buried in his chest, your legs wrapped around each other’s, his head in your hair. 

It always took you a while to finally calm down whenever you’d experience any panic attacks or meltdowns related to the incident. But Joseph was always there for you, every step of the way. Willing to do whatever it took to help you calm down no matter how long it took. He never grew impatient, not once. 

He grabbed you a couple of tissues to blow your nose with while he wiped away your tears. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up, (First Name)?” Joseph asked, his thumb wiping away a tear as he caressed your cheek.

You sniffled, “I.. I didn’t want to bother you. You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping, and– and you’ve had to do this for me so many times already. And you have work in the morning–” “(First Name), I will always be here for you whenever you need me. I love you, (First Name). I’ve never been more sure about anyone else before. You are the most sweet, thoughtful person that I know. That’s the reason that I’m marrying you,” Joseph tilted your head towards him.

You chuckled, “you’re so sweet, Joseph. I love you so much, I really don’t deserve you.”

“You never give yourself enough credit, (First Name). I know better than anyone how amazing you are. I can say with full confidence that you deserve the whole world and more. I love you, (First Name),” Joseph murmured, cupping your cheek in one of his hands.

Taking one of your hands in his, he gently coaxed you back up onto your feet.

With one arm around your waist as he began helping you back towards the bedroom, he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s head back to bed, my love. And after work, why don’t we visit that new cafe that just opened up? It’s been awhile since we’ve gone on a proper date, and I think you deserve the treat,” Joseph gave you a slight smile as he tucked you in.

Climbing into bed beside you, you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist to cuddle him. With your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and one of his hands gently stroking your hair, you felt yourself almost immediately drift back off to sleep. 

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Denton! Come hither, we must finish dinner!" Amara called for her son, waiting by their cottage door. It was another night her son didnt come running fast enough, teenagers will be teenagers after all. "Dont be dizzy dear, hes out with those...ruffians." Diminicus responds, gently pulling her back inside and shutting the door. "He will join when he can. The years are catching up to him, you must remember he isnt our kid anymore." He reassures and she looks over at him confused.

"But why must he be so daft? Not consider our feelings? Its always such selfish nature with him, imagine how his wife will feel if he can stop moving about so freely for one!" She fusses and Diminicus shushes her with a kiss to the forehead. "Gives us more time for solitude. You must remember with him not being home...We have much more time for each other." He teases and just like that, Denton was an afterthought in both of his parents mind.

"Such a dolt! Waving his riches in front of us as if we are just as crow as he!" A kid yells at Denton, making him roll his eyes and wave him off. "You consider cleanliness to be a sign of wealth? How your parents must be proud of you for not going to the creek to wash. Take a gob of soap and a rag the next time you depart your home." Denton responds, annoyed at being considered an outcast.

The year was 1644 and Denton just turned 21. It was a year after the English Civil war and he had to stay with his parents for a bit to get back onto his feet. He disliked it though, having departed their home when he was 18 for war. The experience was traumatic and caused him to grow a phobia of being filthy. Even if he wasnt alive for the plague, he would be damned if he was going to be a casualty in it. Gods, people lived as if living in filth and squalor was a normal occurance.

Looking at his pocket watch, he curses and heads home to greet his family for dinner. He was bickering with his mates for too long and lost track of time. Passing by a creek, he notices a body face down in the water. This would be a normal occurance except for the clothes they was wearing. They didnt look to be of a material he recognized, his mother being a seamstress so he had some knowledge of fabric.

They were wearing silk. He never seen silk before, no one within his town had it and traveling was still limited due to the world. What the hell is going on? He rushes over. "Are you okay?!" He calls with no response, which causes a silent curse from him as he had to get wet to retrieve them. He hated getting dirty but this was a good reason even if he can already hear his mothers scoldings.

He didnt want to risk not saving a life and living with that for the rest of his days. He drops his things and dives in to save them, grabbing them, swimming them back to dry land, which he could feel their chest still moving. "I got you...I got you. Come on stay with me." He began to do heart compressions, giving them mouth to mouth. In that moment he didnt care who seen him, even if it was looked down at the time to do such a thing with a man.

Wait...This isnt a man. Long hair, breasts, feminine features. A woman. A strange woman wearing a silk dress but he was too focused on reviving them, gender didnt matter. After a few minutes, he stopped upon the person sitting up and spitting water out. A wheeze left their mouth as they laid back on the ground. Denton looked down at them, out of breath himself. "If I didnt know any better, I would think you were trying to steal my lungs in order to save your hide." He teases, patting his chest.

"Did....Did I die and go to heaven?" The person asks, sitting up holding their head. At that moment, Denton realized what the person was. It was a woman. A beautiful one at that. Hair black, curls all throughout, covering her back like the finest fabric. Her skin was the color of the sunset, her skin seeming to absorb the light effortlessly. Her eyes were just as brown as a cocoa bean and lips the size of a small saucer. He looked at her with a flustered gaze and chuckles shyly. "If you died, that means I failed the job of saving you." He responds, sputtering over his words.

The woman looked over at him, smiling at his flustered nature. "You are quite charming. Whats my hero's name?" She responds, Denton finding it difficult to even piece a sentence together. God, he thought he had crushes before but she gave them a run for their money. Without a word, he covers her with his jacket, helping her off the ground. "Well...since I get my hero's name...My name is Renia. I hope your kindness extends further than covering me in your jacket. I am a bit famished.." She comments, which he nods, still not looking at her. He doesnt even know if he could.

"Denton is...is my name. I can lead you to my home, apologies for not having anything dry to give you. We need to get you in front of a fire." He keeps his gaze anywhere other than at this woman. Nothing he could help, female attention wasnt something he got very often on account of his long hair and deep voice. It either scared someone when he had his back turned to them or his voice echoing along the small walls of rooms made people rumble with fear.

"Pleasure to meet you Denton. May I be straight with you for a moment?" Renia asks and stops, making Denton stop with her. He was still looking over her head, refusing to make eye contact. "Yes?" He responds and Renia reaches up to take the hat from his head and put it on hers. "I'm not of this world. I would hate for us to be burned at the stake for....other worldly features." She teases and he looks at her as if she has 4 eyes.

"Eh?" He asks, confused then she lifts up the hat which exposes the cat ears on her head which he freezes and looks at her with eyes as big as saucers. "I come in peace. My ship just crashed here. Keep this between us, I will give this back before I return home." She winks in response, starting to walk ahead of him, leaving him behind with his jaw to the floor. Leave it to you Denton, you always get the weird situations.

A thick layer of smoke filled the air as they were closer to his home. Denton tried to keep conversation but as soon as he looked over at her, he was stuttering and stumbling over his words. It seemed as if her eyes sparkled when he looked at her, putting her deeper under his spell. He pauses when they get closer to his home, looking over the horizon. "What in the gods..?" Denton interrupts Renia midsentence, not quite spotting his home yet.

"What is it?"

"My home." He responds breathlessly, sprinting ahead, which Renia quickly follows behind him, getting that feeling in the pit of her stomach. Oh no. "MOTHER! FATHER! Oh gods!" He sees his home engulfed in flames and immediately drops to his knees.

Renia scrambles to look around the rubble, wanting to find some resemblance of life. Then a flaming bottle was thrown over in their direction and Renia screams, quickly hopping on top of Denton, covering him in a protective bubble. "WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT ARE YOU-?!" He screams until the bottle explodes, raining flames above them. They went untouched, the flames dissipating as soon as they sat on the purple protective bubble.

Denton looked stunned but looked at Renia with admiration. "I suppose you arent of this world. We...We need to get put of here." He calms down, picking Renia up and sprinting to safety. The clambering noise of horses and yelling began to fill the air, Denton's legs carrying them to an area out of sight and he delicately places Renia on the ground. They waited for the noises of horses and yelling to subside, Denton clutching his heart with a groan. "My parents...My family...Those mealey-mouthed bastards!" He sobs, Renia sitting up and looking around. "I must have landed in Liverpool..." She mumbles, gently clutching his fist.

"Denton." She gently calls and he looks over at her, both of her hands holding his face. "You saved my life...I want...I want to give you something. Something that will help you get revenge and much more of this world. Do you wish to have it?" She asks, Denton crumbling in her hands, tears running down to her hands. "I want to kill all of them...All of them who caused me this pain. They deserve to pay." He sobs and Renia nods.

"Your wish...is granted." She mused, kissing his forehead. His fate was sealed after that day. Immortality was his from that day on.

[strykingback]

☭ - Zek if he had to fight Hax >:)

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse (RWBY EDITION) (Accepting!)

(Due to there being Inner!Demon Hax and Normal Hax. You get two for the price of one!!!!) ____________ Normal Hax! ____________

Battle Theme: Fight Again from the Jujutsu Kaisen OST- Chica

Battle intro: Zek would look at his significant other smiling with his facemask off for now. "Like I said before Hax, this time I'm using live rounds so you'll have to be ready to expect the unexpected. Especially if some of your family members come after you again" He would say putting the facemask on and cocking his rifle.

Victory: Zek would walk over to Hax, helping them onto their feet with a gentle smile on his unmasked face. "Better, but we'll still need to work on some things."

Defeat: Zek chuckles a bit as he gets up and smiles at Hax. "I think now we just need to refine some things and then your family will see that you are the most strongest." He would say to them with a smile.

Assist: "I'm here Hax!!! Providing covering fire!!!"

Taunt: "Hmm? I still think I can easily lift you despite you being seven feet tall... and myself being five feet tall."

Reacting to Taunt: Zeks face would turn red for a moment until he shakes it off.

Flee: "Oh Chyort! I hope that was not Ergis howling!!"

Reaction to Flee: "Huh?! Hax... you do remember I did say Live Rounds right?"

Tie: Zek would sit upwards looking at Hax with the biggest smile ever. "I think your family would not dare to come and mess with you this time and if they do. I'll be there ."

Perfect Victory: Zek would walk up next to Hax and lay down with them looking up at the forest sky, smiling. "I think this is nice..... plus... there are a LOT of things we need to work on. For now..I think this will put an end to our training for the day."

Semblance Activation: "Try and dodge this Hax!!!"

Finishing Move: Zek would immediately look like he is about to use the Reapers Bullet but instead he would quickly give Hax a kiss before pulling away.... "What did you think I was going to use THAT attack."

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Inner-Demon!Hax ______________

Battle Theme: Scream from FFXIV: Endwalker- Masayoshi Soken

Battle intro: Zek would wander the forest before looking up at the monstrous Hax, gulping lightly swallowing back his fear. "Hax.... this isnt you! I know you can fight this!!!!" He said pointing his rifle at them while trembling.

Victory: Zek would fall to one knee panting and nearly bloodied. Thankfully alive.... as he limps off knowing while he may have subdued them.... he needed to find Eath......and fast.

Defeat: With a gasp, Zek was against a large oak tree his body slowly going limp as he tried to fire one more shot but failed as he looked up at the split Hax. Tears filling his eyes..... "I'm.... so sorry... Hax..." saying his last before passing away. Death had finally claimed Zek's soul after so so many attempts on his life.

Assist: Zek would remain silent helping this "Hax" before leaping back to the sidelines.

Taunt: "Hax! I know you! You are so much stronger than this!! I would always love you with my heart! You, Taygete, and Eath!!!"

Reacting to Taunt: "Hax.......why would you..... bring up that scar... that memory that had to be burned onto it....... my memory.."

Flee: Upon realizing he was outmatched for the moment he pointed his rifle in the air launching a dust round into the air as it exploded. Hopefully signaling Eath where he was as he started to run as quick as he can.

Reaction to Flee: "Hax! Don't run please!!!!!"

Tie: Zek would fall to the floor panting and trying to catch as much breath as he could before he would go unconscious hoping that Eath could find him soon... knowing he was out of aura...

Perfect Victory: Zek rushed up to the fallen Hax, trying to find some sort of life in them. Instead... there was none, falling to the floor and weeping silently before looking up to the sky and screaming with a loud wail as if he was damning the Gods for taking his joy and happiness away again.

Semblance Activation: "HAX!!!!! I'LL SAVE YOU!!! I PROMISE!!!!!"

Finishing Move: Zek points his rifle at Hax with his hands still trembling as he closed his eyes tightly seeing the many memories of them and him in his mind. Before reopening them seeing the barrel of the rifle covered in energy......

"I'm sorry... Hax."

He said firing the bullet at them.

[systems-overloaded]

feel like theres something on the horizon, like weve been on the precipice of /something/. something big, unknown. (its been like this for i think almost half a year? at least a couple months. idk if this is system-wide or just the select few fronters who i have better communication with though.)

sometimes it feels like its just trapped emotions that need to be released, intense emotions finally coming closer to the surface... but sometimes it feels like something else, something entirely unknown and earth shaking, reality changing, and entirely unknown about if its good or bad or neutral.

today (absolutely triggered by an event yesterday, and influenced by being overwhelmed/overstimulated/shutdown alot of that day) it feels like humiliation and shame and sadness are so strong, forcing its way to the front, to be felt, to be acknowledged, i cant ignore it, its here. as if these emotions are these big entities, larger than me and forcing these sensations upon us.

its here, and it demands to be felt, yet it is unable to be felt. its held behind a paper thin sheet, preventing it from being felt and released. its so intense, yet i know this is only part of what is truly there, the emotions within, the intensity within.

i want to feel it, so i can release it. im trying to. im actively speaking out loud and in my head, journaling, doing somatic things, making space for big things to be felt, and to happen (including being prepared for both an epileptic seizure and/or PNES, or other medical events that could occur).

but im struggling alot. please, i want to heal. i want to be happy, i want to feel at peace. let me release these things. let these emotions pass, and truly be processed. not just squashed further down to arise in unknown ways at unknown times, to subconsciously be wrecking havoc on my mental and physical health.

even if what im trying to feel, to release isnt related to this precipice-sensation, the feelings of grasping for /something/. (maybe stability, maybe distraction from the pains, maybe full attention to the pains, idk). but whether its related to that or not, maybe simply these strong feelings are purely what was created due to the situation yesterday (versus old emotions being triggered). even then, it hurts and i want to release it.

if i cannot be free from it, if i cannot even release it in any way, then at least let it be dimmed by distractions. at least let me dim these feelings, let me make the paper thin sheet thats between us a little less translucent, let me make it a bit more opaque. i need to take care of this body at least and i cannot in the state weve been in since yesterday.

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i know this was long, i guess its another vent piece. but i thought maybe some people could relate. wanting so desperately to heal, and feel better. being able to identify an emotion, locate it in your body even (or other identifiers), maybe even knowing exactly where that emotion came from, and trying so many things to release it, to let it be felt, but not succeeding.

its so confusing, because clearly /it is being felt/, (at least in some way even if not at its full strength), but its just not being released. i know when weve had strong emotions that happened /in the moment/ from events /in that moment/ (or very very recently), we could feel it and release it, and move forward. but this is like, idk i guess its stuck?

maybe its not my own emotions to be felt, and so i cannot release it. maybe the parts who this pain originated from must be the ones to release it?

i worry if thats the case, because there dont seem to be any answers at all when i try to communicate or connect within, not beyond these emotions being blaring-ly loud. and though there seems to be only a thin wall between some of us and these emotions, maybe the wall is thicker than i understand... but thats such a scary thought, because does that mean these emotions are actually much MUCH stronger than they've already been felt? genuinely makes me concerned, can this human body even handle emotions of such a large scale? would we have a heart attack, fatal heart arrhythmia, or something like a stroke or aneurysm? a body much younger, before alot of illness expressions came forward couldve handled some of this im sure, wouldve felt fucking awful, but they wouldve been mostly fine... but this body now is very fragile in health, very sick with physiological/biological illnesses.

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anyways... it still hurts right now tbh, but maybe what it (these emotions, or the parts that hold them?) wanted was to be heard /by others/?

when journaling myself, it wasnt helping. but typing here, seems to have taken a little of the edge/intensity off.

so, thank you for reading if you did. this has been kinda nice. it feels like i can write a letter to the universe, or a friend, and not worry about how i will be perceived. i can be vulnerable and honest about it. alot more open then i would feel safe to even talk with my therapist about, let alone anyone i know irl.

its still there, will demand to be felt later again just as strong... but for now its a bit more manageable, so i can do the bare minimum at least to try and keep this body alive for a couple more days. thank you random internet strangers who might be reading this, knowingly or not, /actually reading this or not/, youve played a part in this.

[mu-pt1]

fear

growing up isnt a feeling I ever expected to experience. I thought id have passed long ago. from the moment I realized that im just a little different at the ripe age of 10 to still trying to connect with life at the age im at now, ive been in a constant state of trying to fit in. so much so that I didnt plan much for the future. my only plan is to work with animals and if that doesnt work out, im not sure what else to fall back on. soon, ill be an adult. soon, ill have to actually grow up and stop falling back into my childish ways when things go a little wrong. as I sit in my room, candles lit, windows open staring out into the dark forest night, I feel a sense of peace though. im not sure what im doing but im doing it and im trying my best. I hope all goes well. I love my boyfriend dearly. I say that about a lot of guys that ive talked to/dated so I wont bother trying to convince you that I truly do love him. I think I love hard and suffer harder as a result of it. im fearful he may play me like the rest have but im fine with it. ill cry and then ill get over it like I always have. people wonder why I move on so fast but I have no choice. life wont pause just because something went wrong in my life as much as I wish it would. my number one fear is to be left behind and forgotten about. so to beat this, I move on quick in the effort of staying caught up. someone breaks my heart, I cry, and then I move on. I cant stay behind otherwise ill be stuck behind. if I could get the moment to grieve, I would. but unfortunately, life just simply doesnt work like that. Ive gotten used to the fact that people you love are going to hurt you. theres no way to avoid that. hiding from that and denying it will only have you denying yourself. denying and hiding from yourself is the last thing you want to do. I often time feel alone. sometimes I like it but then I remember that sometimes, I truly am alone. this is where that painful feeling creeps in. its like a pinch that you just cant stop. a rock in your throat that you just cant cry out. I wish that I could get people to pay attention to me but we're all living our own lives and who am I to beg someone to stop and look at me for just a moment? this is why I dont blame attention seekers for being the people that they are. we all want attention in some way. some of us just go about it the wrong way. I was one of them. I used to show off my body. when that wouldnt work, id start arguments. when that wouldn't work, id show off how bad I had hurt myself. when even that wouldnt work, id lock myself away and accept the fact that no one truly cared. to battle through that is a scary and very excruciating feeling. its a feeling I dont want anyone to have the pain of experiencing. this is why im so giving to others and always help whenever I can. from human to animal. I dont want anyone to experience what I felt. to think what I thought. thats why I made this account. to let others battling the same issues as me to know that there is someone who understands that pain down to the waking up with excitement and then realizing theres nothing to be excited about.

[2bit-sunshine]

Hi friend, I hope this isn't untoward but I hope the things that have helped me can help you. Do you have a pet? It doesnt help everyone but it did for me to sleep with my dog.

But the true advice is this. Learn your warning signs. Dont open your eyes. remember it will pass because they always do. And focus on something to keep you grounded.

For me if i slept with my head at an odd angle or with any weight on my chest it could lead to an episode. I once had too many blankets over myself. Just 2 light ones. Another i was literally sleeping with my hands folded on my chest. Both times i had an episode. It doesnt take much weight.

Second I learned sometimes I can literally feel it start with a weird pulse through my body. Like a sensation starting from my chest and spreading through my limbs and head. Once i learned that i started watching for it. Then when it happened I knew I what Was gonna happen.

I stopped sleeping with more than one blanket unless its cold and then i just keep em off my chest. Weighted blankets are a no go for me. I keep weight off my chest and avoid sleeping on my back. The air pressure can be enough to set it off. If youve seen that video of someone snapping a ruler by setting 1 sheet of paper over it then slamming the end hanging off the table, it can help to think of the air applying the same pressure per square inch across your chest. Its heavier than youd think.

Now the thing i hate is i do just have to wait it out. Thankfully because im half a sleep its easy to lose track of time before i fall back asleep. But during that i keep my eyes shut to avoid seeing dream like stuff. My imagination is active enough as is i dont need to see more than i can imagine. (If you have trouble with hallucinations or are sensitive to weird stuff, thats a different beast but id be willing to read into it if youre too busy). So the last thing I do to pass time is I focus on something I can do or try.

Dont panic and keep your breathing even. For me I try to move a body part even if its really, really hard. Sometimes i have managed it. Knocked my dog off the couch though because it is a very clumsy thing to move a leg when you cant send the nerve signals right. She got kisses and love when i came to though.

I have done things to try to draw attention. Making noise if i can. Breathing sharply but evenly through my nose. Moving my leg as hard as i can so it hits the floor and makes a noise.

It doesnt always work but the important thing isnt that it draw attention but it lets me do something keep myself busy. Itll pass on its own as it always does i just need to think of something else to do instead of panicking.

Stress plays a factor too but sometimes unless something really changes in your situation it can be very hard to be not stressed. That being said. Meditation and mindfulness are one of those pesky things that can be helpful here. Youre unable to move but you can try to keep yourself stable and grounded mentally. Its stressful in the moment so try praxticing when youre just going to sleep. I like to think of the sound of one hand clapping and what the hell the actually means. Breathe steady and evenly. Think of something weird but unstimulating. Like a sound of one hand clapping. What could it sound like? Is it clapping against a wall? A bed? A thigh? What do those sound like and is it a hand clapping by itself? Or is it like a silence or a whoosh of air as the hand moves?

These questions dont have answers theyre just useful distractions and excercises in emptying your thoughts. A tree falls and nothing is around to hear it? Does it make a sound? Yes but what does it mean to ask that question. Does it matter if no one heard it? Does it matter if it made a sound at all but nothing could hear it? Get lost in asking questions with no regard to if the answer actually matters. Asking questions for their own sake. Screw what the answers might say.

Finally i wish you luck. Ive been there and it really sucks. Like a metric ton of suckage. Sometimes alittle change can do a lot, ya know? Best of luck and im here to talk if sleep doesnt work. Feel free to message me if you want!

every single attempt to sleep turns into sleep paralysis JELP

[buckybarnesdiaries]

fallin' all in you

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky takes care of you after a hella day.

word count: 1.216.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the best man on earth.

author notes: as i said so, i didn't plan to post anything today but this is a product of my mix of feelings because of my period and the first time (of many) watching monday. i'm drunk too and i haven't re-edited it, so enjoy my little fluffy shit. i love you all. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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It had been a hell of a day in the hospital, running from one side to another and attending a difficult surgery. As soon as you closed the door of your apartment behind your back, you took off your shoes and left them thrown along the hallway, leaving a path of clothes to the kitchen too. Conscious that Bucky would complain about the little mess you had done, you really didn't care about it. He knew you'd have a stressful and long shift. Grabbing a bottle of wine from your personal reserve, you opened it up before continuing your way to the bathroom.

The first sip came while waiting for the tub to be filled with warm, warm water, using one of those bath bombs your sister gave you with a floral smell and rose petal inside it. For a second, your mind blanked, keeping your eyes on the dense bubbles eroding in the middle of the crystal water until turning it completely white. Once it was ready, you didn't lose time on sinking your body to your neck, resting your back against the huge tub, closing your eyes while taking another gulp from the bottle.

The house was silent like a cemetery, just what you needed. Peace, calm, no noise. A minute to relax, feeling the pleasant temperature slackening the contracted muscles in your legs and arms. You rested your drink on the floor, next to the bathmat, to dip your hands and place them on your relaxed thighs.

You weren't sure if you were just too submerged in the nothingness of your mind for too long, after making your brain overwork during the day, or if you really fell asleep in the tub when you heard the front door being closed —but the fact was that the water was a little cold. Tilting your head to the hallway, you just waited with pouty lips and puppy eyes for Bucky to show up. And he did. He did show up with the same gesture on your face, causing in you an exhausted half-smile as he rested his shoulder against the wooden frame, crossed arms.

“Y'know? When I've come and seen all your clothes spread on the floor, I thought you were cheating on me”.

“Yeah, could be an option…”

“But then I thought… what a drag, right…? Fight, packing, move”. Bucky kissed his teeth while squeezing his bottom lip funnily.

“Uh—huh, don't have the energy to breathe, imagine having to bear with you… such a pain in the ass”. You joked, sitting up a little enough to rest your arms on the edge of the tub and your right cheek on them.

“Long day?”

He didn't need to ask and you didn't need to reply using words, the tiredness taking control over your face and body spoke by itself. Bucky removed his jacket to hang it on the doorknob and rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt to kneel close to you. Beckoning his left forefinger to urge you to turn around inside the bathtub, you gave him your back, curling up your knees to your chest not knowing what he was going to do. But watching his flesh hand borrowing your shampoo, gave you a clue. His iron digits offered you the bottle of wine before taking care of his new mission.

Kissing the back of your head, Bucky focused on rub hand against hand to place them on your hair. His fingertips massaged slowly your scalp, starting by the roots and making some gentle pressure on your temples. It was like a dream, everything you needed at that moment —and everything you deserved. Your boyfriend was such a loving man whenever you needed him to, without asking him to pamper you, Bucky knew exactly at any second what to do to make you feel good, to feel better after a long, tedious day in the hospital.

He washed your hair without any rush, enjoying the intimacy between both inside the bathroom. And you could swear that you were about to fall asleep when he took the wine from you to take a sip and leave it close to the sink, on the floor. Grabbing the showerhead, as he took off the stopper, Bucky checked that the water had a proper temperature on his forearm. Not too hot, not too cold. Rinsing your hair with all the care and tenderness in the world, he helped you to finish your relaxation routine.

“You're a blessing”.

Your boyfriend chuckled because of the delighted purr you let out on his neck, whilst wrapping you in a cozy towel, carrying you onto his arms to your shared bed. Bucky left a kiss on your forehead, disappearing afterward to find one of his shirts to put you on.

“D'your hands hurt?” He asked then, staring at you drying your skin before wearing the piece of clothing he was offering you.

“They're good for now”.

“You sure?” You just nodded as he held them onto his palms to bring them to his lips and kiss them both. “What else can I do for you, darling?”

“Cuddle me?”

You couldn't help but pout again at him. Bucky leaned forward, pressing his lips on yours so loving that the gesture almost dizzy you. Licking his bottom one, almost brushing yours, he nodded one time.

“Lemme take my clothes off”.

You did, tucking in your side of the bed and waiting for him not more than a minute. Your boyfriend locked the front door and turned the lights off before meeting you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as his strong, toned arms wrapped around you, sticking his bare chest to your back. Bucky intertwined your legs and fingers together, spreading a bunch of tender kisses on the back of your neck.

“What I'd do without you?” You whispered holding back a yawn, feeling warmer by his body and caresses under the clean sheets.

“Wash your hair by yourself”. He chuckled, causing you to turn under his firm grip with a smirk showing up on your mouth.

“And also find my own clothes after the shower”.

“That's obvious”. Your boyfriend replied with a feigned deep tone of voice, stroking your cheek gently using his thumb. “Want to talk 'bout it?”

“About finding my own clothes?”

“Nah, 'bout washing your hair by yourself”.

You both laughed lively, still feeling like you were about to pass out at any moment, shaking your head. You couldn't help but sink your face into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his strong scent under his jawline.

“Sleep now, doll… I take care of you”. Bucky murmured tightly embracing you.

His fingertips roaming your back —as if it was the first time he touched you, with so much delicacy and adoration— caused you to fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Bucky wasn't tired, actually, but watching you sleep peacefully under his caresses and soft kisses was his favorite thing in the world. He used to fall in love with you once and again every single day, but the trust you used to put on him every night when the noise and all the chaos were shut off (...), that made him feel sure that there wasn't a life for him without you.

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[cursestothemoon]

hellooooo<3 so, ive always loved the idea of Harry having an older protective sister(he really need one😭) could u pls do a headcanon of how she protects harry and their relationship? annnnddd how she also is dating Fred?? my heart needs it, pls and thank u❤️

i LOVE THIS 

(also i switch from third person pov to second person in the middle of this so im sorry :) but its fine ) 

ok 

i know a common headcanon/ fancanon for harry’s sister is that she looks like lily 

but hear me out 

Y/n Potter who looks exactly like James 

i mean to the T

and Lily would always make little teasing comments about how both her kids look like their dad and james is just :)

anyway

just picture it 

dark brown, wavy hair that was just tussled enough at all times

blue eyes

and the round rimmed glasses that James used to wear

stOP SHE WEARS HER DADS GLASSES BECAUSE WHEN SHE WAS LITTLE SHE’D PULL THEM OFF OF HIM AND AFTER HE DID SHE KEPT THEM AND WHEN SHE MISSES HIM SHE WEARS THEM AND THEY ARE SLIGHTLY TOO BIG AND SIT CROOKED ON HER FACE 

i made myself cry

anyway

lets talk protecting harry first then we will get into dating fred 

so she’s older meaning she’d be in Hogwarts for before him

let’s say she's two years older

George and Fred’s year

and she’d hear the whispers about her 

obviously

and i think she wouldn't tell harry

she would know the story of how their parents died and who harry was to the wizarding community but in an effort to protect Harry’s innocence and childhood for just a little while longer she wouldn’t tell him

at least not until he got to school then she’d be the one to tell him everything 

she is fiercely protective of Harry 

if someone so much as looked at him funny she was chewing their head off 

Harry might’ve been like James 

but Y/n Potter is James 

down to the way her eyes would narrow at someone in class when they made a rude comment 

or she’d try to charm her way out of trouble 

or charm Harry out of trouble

oH MY GOD SHE’D BE IN MCGONAGALL’S CLASS AND ONE OF HER FRIENDS WOULD SAY SOMETHING FUNNY AND SHE’D BE TRYING SO HARD TO HOLD IN HER LAUGH AND SHE’D MAKE THE SAME FACE JAMES WOULD MAKE WHEN TRYING NOT TO LAUGH

Mcgonagall almost cried 

she needed a moment 

ok Y/n would take the first week or so just to show Harry around Hogwarts 

she did not care if she was late

Harry was going to feel comfortable 

oH SHE NEARLY BEAT OLIVER WOOD WITH A BEATER’S BAT WHEN SHE FOUND OUT HE PUT HER TEENY LITTLE BROTHER ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM AS A SEEKER

she is also part of the team, a chaser

will get spend most of the first few games with Harry making sure he’s ok

yeah malfoy doesn’t stand a chance

never did

10/10 would use the cloak to prank him

all the time

nothing is out of limits 

especially after he’s been nasty to Harry and his friends

growing up harry gets all embarrassed when she protects him because hes 15!1!1! he can handle it 

she is kinda hurt 

very dramatic 

“mY WITTLE BROTHER DOESN’T NEED ME”

“y/n... please”

“nO ITS OK HARRY I GET IT, ILL GO”

“where are you going?”

“YOU DON’T NEED ME ANYMORE, I AM NO LONGER NEEDED HERE”

“you don't HAVE TO LEAVE, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS”

Ron was giggling on the couch in the common room he thought this whole scene was hilarious 

ron thinks she is so cool

ok i think she’d also have these little bits of lily that would shine through

unlike harry and james, who could just inhale near a book and get just above average grades

she took pride in studying and being able to sit down and absorb material 

Lily always passed with flying colors because she was a good student who wanted to prove herself 

it was the satisfaction of spending hours studying and being able to retain the information and apply it to earn an amazing grade that she loved

she passed this on to you

as well as her kindness to people who she believed deserved it

and quick wit

you two also had the same hands 

you had everything else from James but your hands looked like your mothers

down to the way your nails grew and fingers held a quill

snape hated it

because he really couldn’t hate you

he was weird around you though

hes just weird

where he'd bully and embarrass Harry 

he couldn’t do that to you because you wouldn’t give him the chance to

you knew the material

you knew the answer 

and he hated how when your hand shot up it looked just like Lily’s 

but you were making the stupid face James would when he’d concentrate 

you did not like snape

at first you were impartial 

then when you heard how rude he was to Harry...

it was also over for him

he didn’t stand a chance 

you had an affinity for pranks, fiercely protective, and you had gall 

your hand writing also looked like Lilys and snape had a rough time grading your essays

tough for him 

:)

also if any rumors went around about harry you were quick to make them actually about you

harry is the heir of slytherin?

actually no Y/n Potter is, there is no evidence but we just heard that it was her somewhere 

you didn’t care as long as no one was being rude to Harry

leTS TALK DEATHLY HALLOWS

so you don’t go with them on the hunt for Horcrux 

and you’d be going insane not knowing how they were or if they were ok

because all your life you had been able to protect to some extent 

but you were completely helpless now

you could do nothing

and then at the battle of hogwarts 

pLEASE

no one stood a chance

the feeling of seeing harry again

beaten, bruised, but still alive 

it was overwhelming

then seeing Hagrid crying in his seemingly dead body

also overwhelming

because you had failed 

you couldn't protect him 

and he heard you scream first 

it was loud and strangled and Harry felt so bad but he knew he had to do this 

I like to think Y/n Potter is the one who killed Voldemort in the end 

you cant argue with me on this sorry

ok

now

lets talk

dating freddie

so he’d probably notice you here and there starting in first year

but he was an eleven year old boy and girls were not on his radar right now

but he thought you were funny and pretty cool 

and your round glasses that were just a little too big for your adolescent face made you look cute 

then you tried out for the quidditch team with him and George 

you were amazing 

not only did you have James natural talent for the sport but that paired with Lily’s tactical thinking and quick mind

you were unstoppable 

you were brought on the team as a seeker 

and you were good at it too, but it wasn’t you’re favorite position

it entailed a lot of waiting and not really moving until you caught sight of the snitch

it was your excellent flying mixed with the fact that you literally had no sense of self preservation that made you a really good seeker

you'd just

nose dive 

if you hit the bottom you hit the bottom oh well 

but when Harry showed up you were happy to give him your position as seeker and take on the more exciting (at least to you) job of chaser

it was your quidditch playing that really got fred’s attention

because you were good 

and during team lunches or team hang outs you were always the life of the party

not because you were avidly trying to be 

but like james, people jus gravitated to your goofiness and happiness 

it was about the middle of fifth year fred realized he had a crush on you

and little man was panicked 

you had noticed fred before that

obviously 

but he was always just the funny guy on the team 

but as everyone knows the potter’s have a thing for gingers 

and it was when they came to pick you and Harry up from the Dursley's just before the quidditch world cup that you saw how attractive he really was 

please its james and lily all over again

kinda 

you become the funniest person in the room when he’s around

always smiley

lilypad?

no.

freddie bug

aH STOP PLEASE THAT’S SO CUTE

YOU’D JUST STARE AT HIM WITH A STUPID SMILE 

it would get to the point you'd be just blatantly flirting 

and fred bluSHES

BECAUSE HE ISN’T USED TO BEING THE ONE ON THE RECEIVING END OF SUCH CLEAR FLIRTING

usually he is the one to pick up girls

he has the charm

likes to make them blush

but yOU CAN JUST LOOK AT HIM WITH A STUPID SMILE AND HES BE ALL GIDDY 

he could barely get a compliment in between your flirting

“Morning Freddie bug, looking cute as always.”

George thinks it both hilarious and disgusting

ron just thinks its disgusting 

but fred is ultimately the one to make the first move to be more than just friends who flirt when the yule ball comes around

he asks you

“Potter! Potter!”

“yes?”

“You, me, Yule ball....”

and as he’s pantomiming it (ya know like in the movie) he also pantomimes a very heavy make out session then what you could assume would be kisses all over your face

it was now your turn to blush as you agreed to go with him

you guys started dating after that :)

pLEASE ONCE HARRY GOT WITH GINNY AND HE SAW A PICTURE OF YOUR PARENTS 

YOUR MOM BEING A RED HEAD AND YOU AND HARRY LOOKING JUST LIKE YOUR DAD

HE WOULD NOT STOP THE JOKES

“i see why you’re with me. it’s my hair isnt it?”

“what? no its no-”

“you probably wouldn’t even look my way if i didn’t have red hair. you potters are unbelievable.”

“you are such a dummy”

“oH AM I? BUT YOU KEEP ME AROUND BECAUSE OF THE HAIR. I SHOULD’VE KNOWN IT WASN’T MY SPARKLING PERSONALITY THAT YOU LOVE.”

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Lady D. barely survives the fight with Ethan. F!Reader kept to the shadows the whole time, to not make her presence known, but Lady D. could still feel her and is now scared, that reader won’t love her anymore, because of her monster Form. But jokes on her, reader still loves her just as much, because she ist still her Lady. No Transformation could change that. Please make it fluffy and if u wanna, nsfw? You are amazing, and I hope u can work with that request ❤️

OKAAAAAAAY SWEETIE OF COURSE I CAN DO THATTT!!! I thank you for the request, and you're more than amazing you're perfect splendid! I've try my best to bring to you this 💖

TW[18+]::: BLOOD AND SMUT

Obs: English isnt my first languague, I Always review my writing but, you know...

Pairing:: FEM!R x Alcina Dimitrescu

Your let the shadows cover you, Ethan destroyed the castle and you hated him for that, the moment that he shoot Alcina your heart stopped, you wanted destroy him like he did to your love, he shoot her multiple times and you saw it.

You saw the whole fight, you saw what she turns into, you knew that she felt you in the shadows, and Alcina was mad. Mad about what Ethan did to her beloved daugthers, to HER CASTLE, what he made her do to protect what was hers. You was hers.

Alcina was bleeding too much, y/n knew that she needed blood, Alcina flee into a snowy forest at South and was there you would go to meet the love of your human life, because Dimitrescu refuses to turn you into a vampire because of the risk of turning you into a Lycan, and she doesnt want you like that, being controlled by Heisenberg, only if she had one hundred about the Curou would be stable in your body. You was her human, and she love you.

Your almost lose your lungs running into the forest but you didn’t care at all, following the trail of blood in the woods was easy because of the snow in your feet, those minutes felt like hours, was then you found her, those monsters parts of her was already a messy pile of blood and flesh, Alcina was pass out When you saw her.

“My love, Alcina, wake up” you put Alcina head in your lap, cleaning her face of to meet a pale/greyish skin “This was bad...” Alcina was dying “Please, I need you, Alcina, open your eyes please!” You cry out begging to someone hear your prayers, she cannot die, she wasnt going to die, you wont let that happen. In that same moment you heard Alcina moaning in pain.

“Y/n? What... why’re you he-re?” She mumbling with difficulty

“Saving the love of my life of course!” Your response very clear to her, you wanted to her knowing that no matter what, you love her.

“But, you... saw... w-what I’m” Alcina was ashamed? The most beautiful and gorgeous woman that you ever see in your life, being ashamed?

“No more buts Alcina Dimitrescu, I love you. Nothing would chance that, my heart is yours, my body is yours, I’m yours” the eyes of Lady D widened open, “Y/n loves me, Ethan would never take this alway from me”

Dimitrescu needed blood, she needed to recover, and you will give this to her.

“Alcina... you need blood” Not thinking twice, in a fraction of a moment you was in her lap exposed your neck to her “Please” Dimitrescu met your gaze like she was asking you more than your blood and you felt your legs trembling because of the temperature, but Alcina kisses your neck giving shivers down your spine, this was torture and she knew.

“Alcina p-please...” You’re already begging her to do whatever she wanted, your body wasnt responding to you anymore. She ran her long fingers down your thigh, your blood was boiling wanting her so bad that you pull her into a kiss, this kiss was passionate but at the same time full of lust and desire. Alcina hands pull you closer by your waist only to feel the wetness in your panties.

“My sweet doll, I barely touch you” Her voice made you heart skill beats, mumbling please she just pull your panties aside and you felt the cold breeze “I couldnt ask a better woman than you, so beautiful, so perfect” she whisper only to kiss your collarbone “I’ll protect you from everything” Alcina’s fingers started to play with your wetness, arching your back her cold index finger press your clit.

“Shhhh” Dimitrescu was kissing and licking your neck and you didnt want to hold yourself, you’re searching for more friction, and you moan in the moment that Alcina bites your neck and start to suck your blood, you couldnt stop moving your waist to help her, it was good. You felt your breathing getting irregular and Alcina didnt stop, she kept going, she likes that, that feeling of you being under her influence. “Your blood its so delicious y/n” you moaned in response and Alcina’s voice made you cum, with cheeks blushing so much you didnt want to meet her gaze.

“My Sweet doll, lets get back in the castle, let me take care of you”

And she did actually take care of you. In her way of course.

[sningo-prompts]

Now I want to hear about the first time Emmet saw Ingo lose to his instincts. Sounds really angsty and you are indeed good at doing that

Took me a moment to get back into the angst but my brain went DING like an oven so now im ready. Though idk how indepth this is gonna be.

Im back after finishing this up! This isnt at all what i had in mind originally but it took me a bit longer to get the angst train going and i lost the idea so i hope this is ok. Its not very long but it is like one huge paragraph. Who knows what kinda typos we got.

Its very early on in Ingos return home. Hes still very Injured. Though im gonna have Emmet 100% sure this is Ingo. So Emmet had Ingo resting on the couch next to him when it happened. Ingo was having quite the nightmare. Emmet started hearing Ingo whimpering in his sleep and set to waking him up. Heres the thing Emmet might have been a little y and gotten a little too rough with Ingo to wake him up. So Ingo wakes up scared and now in pain. His sneasel brain overwhelmed him thinking he was being attacked so it kicks into over drive. He swipes put at Emmets hand, just barely missing it. Emmet jerks back shocked. Then when he moves again Ingo books it. Quickly hiding in his old room under his desk. Emmet is worried because his brother not only attacked him and growled at him but he ran from him too. Emmet quickly follows and finds Ingo. Its not that hard hes big and white. Ingo is bunched ingo a corner under the desk eying Emmet and growling at him. Slowly Emmet approaches. Though when Ingos growl gets rather loud Emmet stops. Hes maybe three, four?, feet away from Ingo. He kneels down and every so softly calls out to his brother. Oh please please let him still be in there. He cant lose him again. Not like this please. Emmet slowly goes to reach forward only to stop when Ingo hisses harshly at him. Oh Emmet cant take this its getting to be too much. In his mind hes spiralling pretty rapidly. He goes to move a little closer and Ingo tries to back up and then felling hes cornered swipes out again. Emmet pulls his hand back and just looks into Ingos eyes. All he can see is the eyes of a wild angry pokemon. His arms droop to his sides. He looks down and starts tears fall to the floor. Hes gone isnt he. I just got him back and im all alone again. What do i do. Finally after hearing Emmet softly cry something in Ingo clicks and he blinks the instincts away. Oof his body very much so hurts. A soft whimper gets Emmets head to snap up. What hes met with is Ingos eyes back to normal. A hardly audible “ingo?” is met with Ingo slowly nodding and reaching out for Emmet. Though he winces at the movement. Emmet is so relieved to see Ingo is still in there. Hes no alone. Ingos still here with him. Hes still here. Emmet is snapped out of his momentary joy by the sound of Ingo trying to call to Emmet but its cut short with a whimper. Oh right Ingos verrry injured. Slowly Emmet reaches out, hands still shaking, to help Ingo back to the living room. Ingo passes out in his brother hold from the exhaustion of the events. Emmet passes out on the couch from the stress of the events.

Ingo loses out to his instincts a few more times before Emmet catches on that he will alway come back. So he does panic as much but hes still afraid Ingo will one day fully lose control and never come back.

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Hey! I really liked your Annie angst where she hits the reader and wanted to request one where it's the same idea but just with Mikasa? Thanks a lot!

HAHA YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!

“A broken promise ” Mikasa x Reader. || Chapter 1. Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!

this contains spoilers for the manga of AOT. || rumbling spoilers ahead||

You walked into your both’s shared bedroom to find Mikasa staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes sad as she looking down at her feet as she laid against the mirror. Her back faced you. Your arms crept around her waist, hugging her strong body as you cuddled you head into the back of her shoulder. “Please.. come back to me..” you softly whispered for the both of you to hear. “Your so distant yet… so close..” you hugged her tighter as you embraced her presence.

Mikasa pushed you off of her after a while, and started to walk out of the room. “You make me sick.”

Hours passed since your encounter with your girlfriend.

You couldn’t stand just letting this happen. Your relationship was slowly but surely being torn apart, weather or not mikasa was realizing it or not. Could she not care about you anymore? Her attitude changed Jurassic-ally ever since Eren told Her he hated her, which to your dismay you turned your back on him, saying that Mikasa deserved better.

You finally built up the courage to talk to her directly, as you made your way through the airship, coming out of your dorm. The common area was a wide open space, couches and a new thing from Marley that had just been discovered by the people of paradis, something called a “television.”

You turned your way to the room next to it, a small conference room. The room was long with a small glass table, a bookshelf, and a fireplace with couches. The woman stood at the bookshelf’s in the back of the room, looking at one of them.

“This has been going on for way to long,” you said to the raven haired woman, her gaze now looking at you with her eyes stern. “What happened to you?” All she could do was roll her eyes, not saying a word. “I know how attached you are to him, and I don’t want that to happen either, but I’m just saying, it’s a possible outcom-“

“No it isn’t,”

She said fiercely. “Mikasa , you have to accept the fact eren has changed,” “No he hasn’t!” Her voice got louder, to your surprise. “You act as though you knew him for your whole life, he will stop this rumbling,”

“And what if he doesn’t?”

“He will,”

“Your in denial”

“Maybe I’m so in denial because all you’ve done is try to bring me down for these past few weeks!” Your girlfriend yelled, “All you’ve done is hate on Eren all this damn time!”

“Mikasa are you fucking NUTS?! HE LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE HATED YOU!”

“He doesn’t mean that,”

“Are you sure mikasa? Think about everything he’s done to you.” There was a pause before you added, “think about everything he’s done to us,”

Mikasa shut the book closed, tossing it on a nearby table.

“Shut up,”

She gritted her teeth at you before pitching the bridge of her nose.

“What happened to you?” You asked her sadly,

“Absolutely nothing,”

“Everything changed,”

“NOTHING ABOUT ME CHANGED!” Mikasa screamed at you, pounding her fist on the wall. “Mikasa .. listen to yourself! You used to never be like this! You were so sweet and caring, and then Eren changed, and so did you.”

She went quiet, an irritated look on her face. The Airship you and the rest of the cadets were on, soared through the air. The thing they call ‘a flying boat’ letting off steam as it flew. Towards Marley you headed, where the rumbling was occurring. Eren had already planned this whole ideal out behind the Survey Corps backs, his mean demeanor changing the person who you barley can recognize, you girlfriend.

“You never used to yell at me the way you do now,” you said as her breathing got heavier with anger.

“We used to be inseparable, now look at us. Ever since the rumbling started and Eren actually going through with his plan, you slowly started drifting away from me. And at first I understood why.”

She looked at you, the woman’s eyes still as stern as they could ever be, giving you a violent but silent glare.

“And then you became mean.. and aggressive.”

She started stepping towards you, her eyes bloodshot with anger, “you don’t understand because you never took the time to listen!,”

“All you did was push me away! Every time I tried to help! You treated me like your punching bag!” Your girlfriend moved towards you aggressively, making you hesitant to stay put. Your girlfriend looked at you dead in the eyes and for a slight moment, you swore you could see a tear forming. “I became aggressive? Yoru kidding me! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS ISNT A SERIOUS SITUATION! I TRIED TO BE NICE FOR THE LONGEST TIME!

“You are NOT the same woman I feel in love with!” Your voice trailed into her ears. Your heart heavy as your words spilled out. “Oh yeah? Then maybe you weren’t in love with me at all.”

“Mikasa you know that isn’t true,”

“I tried protecting ALL OF YOU! AND LOOK WHERE WE END UP! SASHA’S DEAD! COMMANDER HANJI IS DEAD! “

“Yeah and the same person you’re defending is the cause of their deaths.”

“Eren wouldn’t do this.” She stated. Your head filled with irritation. ‘Why can’t she just accept it?!’

“Are you kidding me?! WAKE UP! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING AROUND YOU!?” you yelled, “EREN IS KILLING, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!” your voice cracked out. The pain that you bared because of your friends actions was one you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried. No matter how many days would linger past, the fact that Eren, the boy who you once knew when he was running around playing tag with you and the rest of your group, is now a mass murderer.

“we don’t have to kill him-“

“MIKASA WE HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT HE’S DOING!? EREN IS JUST AS GUILTLY AS REINER AND BERTOLDT!”

“SHUT UP!” Her voice raised with irrational and anger. “YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE THAT DECISION!”

“You aren’t LISTENING! EVEN JEAN SAID THAT WOULD BE BEST! I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM BABY I REALLY DONT BUT WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO!”

“DAMNIT I SAID STOP!”

And just like that a loud crash noise was heard. The swift movement of a fist collided with the side of your face, the power containing it sending you falling back and into the glass coffee table behind you. You didn’t even realize what had just happened. You didn’t want to believe what just happened. You stared up at your girlfriend who’s face turned from anger to complete horror, her hand over her mouth as she stared at the damage she just caused. And boy was it bad.

The sting of redness on your face started to bleed droplets of blood. Soaking through your broken skin as a large red colored bruise begin to form. Tears started welting up in your e/c orbs. The sadness washed over you as you saw the woman who was suppose to love you, show an action of hatred that you never knew she could do. She hit you. She hurt you.

Heavy and frantic footsteps were heard rushing to the door of the conference room. The door swung open and there stood your best friend, Armin Artlert. “I-is everything okay!? I heard glad breaking!” He said, worried. His eyes looked around the room. The salty pieces of water flooded down your face as you choked on your tears.

Armin’s face went dead, he couldn’t believe it either. “Y-y/n.. baby.. oh g-god honey i-“ Mikasa couldn’t even form words. Hell SHEE couldn’t even believe she did that.

“W-wha-“ armin barley got out when you rushed to the door, pushing armin aside and ran back to your dorm room. “Y-y/n!” Armin tried calling out to you as your dorm slammed shut. You sinking to the floor crying.

Armin stared at Mikasa, “W-what happened?” His eyes saddened. “I..” Mikasa couldn’t get out any words, her face still in shock. “I hit them…” she managed to get out. “O-oh god I- I hit them,” her eyes filled tears as Armin pulled her into a hug. “I-I’m so sorry.. I-I’m so sorry…”

You laid on the floor after sinking down to the ground, slamming your door shut. Wiping your tears away with your hands, you looked at your both’s shared bedroom. Studying the interior. Thinking back on the time Mikasa promised you how she’d always be there for you, how she promised that she’d never hurt you. She promised when you both had your first kiss. She kept that promise and always kept it for so long, never once breaking it. Your numb body looked over at the ticking clock.

The thoughts that ran through your head as you watched the clock tick, and with every second you couldn’t bear to accept the fact, Her promise was broken.

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Chapter 2 “The conclusion”

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lost ocean troubles | 2

college au! sub!armin x dom!reader

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warnings - vomit, blood, mentions of abuse , injuries

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so incredibly sorry for this late update but testing season is approaching and I need to study sadly :/ this part is very rough with spelling errors and grammar but will be revised later !

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The flowers had this magnificent pale blue color to them, the sun hitting them just at the right angle and the sage leaves accented the stem, the weight of the beautiful petals making the stem slightly wilt downwards .

this piqued armins interest, so much so that he walked towards them , feet trudding against the soft sand. As he comes close the overwhelming smell of coconut with a hint of sea saltseasalt overwhelmes his senses, his nose srunching up in question, the scent resembling of clean linen,a quite odd observation , even more so for a flower .

Just as he reaches to pick the flower up, the sun all of the sudden blazes furiously, the rays bouncing everywhere and blinding armin, now groaning as he squirms in abrupt discomfort. His feet dig at the sand … or what was the sand… the feeling of plush fabric instead meeting his skin, surrounding his body in comfort and warmth.

Snuggling further into this random source of heat, the sudden realization hits him. His eyes open the tiniest bit and he stops for a moment … this isnt the beach… in fact he’s laying on a bed… an unknown bed

At this his body jolts upward and armin frantically looks around his surroundings, the white pillows and the grey blanket not correlating in his mind as his. ‘This isnt my room’ the panic quickly sets in, quickly throwing the blanket aside and standing up abruptly which proves to be a grave mistake as a headache and the urge to vomit surges up his throat.

He clutches his stomach as he runs to the bathroom ,quickly kneeling over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach, the acidity already making his throat burn angrily. The sound of quick footsteps echo the walls and he goes to turn his head towards the door when the second round of bile threatens to escape his throat.

His ingers clutch the toilet ,violently puking when a second presence is felt . armin feels someone kneel next to him and gently rub at his back

“Its okay , its okay ,let it all out “ you push his bangs away from his face while the other hand rubs at his back . armin lifts his head up ,groaning as he moves away from the toilet feeling his head throb way too violently.

You hand him the cup of water and pain killer you set down when you entered the bathroom

“Here take this, dont move too much . your head is most likely killing you” he takes the items and pops the pill in his mouth quickly downing it with the water. When he sets the cup down he looks at you ,eyes squinting, clearly confused

“Where am i ?”

You chuckle lightly, standing up and lean against the counter “you dont remember anything do you huh?” the boy sitting on the floor thinking ...

Suddenly armin visibly stiffens, his cheeks flushing “uh w-ww di-idnt do i-it ,rig-ght?” his eyes all of the sudden finding great interest on the floor tiles .

You give him a light smile and laugh even louder this time “no, no we didnt ,dont worry about that. Here cmon” you reach out a hand to lift him up off the floor

He takes your hand sheepishly ,shoulders relaxing in relief, his red cheeks calming down “ then what happened? Why am i here ?” he asks following you out of the bathroom and into the room.

You cringe at the events that happened the previous night and you wonder if you should tell him everything. You head over to your drawers and open them, turning your back to the stumbling boy “well you got extremely wasted and this creep saw that you were alone and he tried messing with you but i took care of it”

your hands clench harshly at the shirt you were holding thinking about the old fuck. God humans can be pieces of shit

“Oh.” armins bit his lip and he desperately tried to remember exactly what happened , your answer being quite vague , but this did nothing but make his head throb once again . wincing in pain he goes to lifts his hand up to hold his head when he notices the bandages around his wrists ‘what happened ?did i get injured ?’

After picking out what you needed , you turned to face him and you catch his line of sight , looking at his wrists . as if you heard what his thoughts you say “ the perv was being really aggressive towards you and he injured you quite badly but i brought you up to my apartment and fixed you up a bit “giving him a warm smile you hold out the clothes you had previously searched for

“ here , take this and clean your self up a bit then i can take you home, yeah ? you got a little bit of a stain forming on you “ you chuckle, head nodding towards the vomit on the shirt before walking out ,leaving him in the room alone

His eyes widen at your comment immediately rushing to the bathroom and sure enough his vomit is all over the shirt , the mirror reminding him of his earlier commotion . armin sighs in embarrassment ,blue eyes scanning his appearance, finally now knowing how much of a hot mess he looks like . he notices another bandage on his face, his cheek specifically , a bit of blood staining the white bandage along with another few scratches all over his face.

His finger traces around his facial injuries ‘wow, what exaclty happened last night ?’

He shakes his head , not wanting his head to pound again, instead just focusing his attention on the shirt you gave him noticing that it looks similar to the dirty one he is wearing currently.

‘Oh god …..dont tell me …. Im wearing her clothes ‘ the realization hits him and his ears turn an angry shade of red. ‘God how much more of a burden can he be to you ?’ he groans before closing the bathroom door

…

As soon as you close the door , your eyes land on a very dishevled eren leaving his room , hand shielding his squinting eyes away from the harsh sunlight “what happened ? i heard what sounded like someone vomiting” his morning voice rasping out, following you to the kitchen and sitting down on the kitchen bar stool

“Oh he woke up and well... , you know how hangovers are like “ you open the fridge , scanning the interior “wait why is the fridge empty ? i thought i told you it was your turn to go grocery shopping this time ? what happened ? “ you frown turning towards him, crossing your arms

Eren only yawns and stretches his body, not seeming to mind that you were glaring holes at him “dont you remember ? i couldnt go so you said we’d go together after we ate something yesterday but then you got too caught up fighting someone if i recall correctly ” he confidently said, fingers tapping at his chin , eyes meeting yours, glaring back.

You sigh giving up “ ahh yeah i remember now….” you take a quick glance around the kitchen and see nothing of nutritional value “ the hell are we going to eat then ? and why didnt you clean up the medical supplies from last night ?” you badger him looking at the medical supplies messily strewn all over the counter

Eren scrunches his face , hand running through his bedhair, still groggy from just waking up a few minutes ago “ we can always just doordash something” he picks up the bottle of rubbing alcohol remebering how you carried armin into the apartment when he passed out and set him on the couch leaving eren to tend to his wounds.

*

Just as armin was falling , passing out after just vomiting all over you , you quickly grab at his waist and preventing him from hitting his head on the floor . the stench of the vomit was awfully intense and you scrunch your nose trying to stop the smell from affecting you “ can you be any faster over there ? you tease seeing him struggle with the keys , his fumbling being weirdly endearing somehow

“Im trying , im trying. I swear this cold is messing me up or something “ he puffs out now fumbling with inserting the key right . you roll your eyes upon seeing this , giving a light chuckle before reaching a hand underneath the blonde boys legs and bringing them towards your chest, effectively lifting him up bridal style.

You walk into the apartment and set the boy softly onto the couch before looking down to the mess that your clothes are in , heading towards the bathroom “ hey eren could you patch him up for me ? i have to clean myself up before he’s not the only one with body fluids all over the floor.” you smirk

Eren scoffs “dont you go throwing up on me , you hear ? i just mopped the floors yesterday and im sure as hell not letting you mess my hard work up “ he hears your distant laugh down the hallway , before the sound of boots fade, leaving him alone with the boy

Eren looks at the boy slowly sliding down on the couch and ultimately sighs before going to the cabinet where all the medical supplies are stored. He opens it while lowly muttering “just cause my dad was a doctor and he taught me a few things doesnt mean i have to tend to everyones wounds “

Grabbing a few bandages and bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, he grabs a stool and places it in front of the boy. ‘Your injuries shouldnt be that bad ‘ he thinks before he lifts the boy and positions him upright. Immediately the sight of scarce blood and vomit greets erens eyes . eren winces in slight sympathy and disgust before he wipes armins face clean with the cloth he has in hand and disinfecting the wounds next

The rubbing alcohol stirred a reaction out of the blonde boy seeing as he squirmed in discomfort , the position he was put in faltering, falling into the nearest thing, which so happened to be erens chest, more specifically his neck

Eren was flustered ,not knowing what to do he freezes , his ears turning red upon feeling the shallow breath of the boy on, his sensitive neck . Eren looks down and he admires the peaceful features on the petite boy .’he looks so peaceful, pretty even ‘ eren stares for a bit before he snaps out of it and pushes the boy off his chest , tending to his wounds , doing what he first came to do.

*

“ i left the supplies out because i knew i would have to tend to your wounds too “ he gets up , walking to the other side of the bar, heading where you are

You squint your eyes in visible confusion “ my wounds ? what are you talking about ?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, “dont play dumb with me , you beat up someone to a bloody pulp and dont expect any damage to your hands, more specifically your damn knuckles ? “

He reaches down, grabbing your hand and lifting them up as to make a point “look at this “ you look down towards your hand and the sight of multi colored bruises,blood and even some open skin greets you.

“ you didnt let me tend to them yesterday so let me do it now “ you meet eyes and his are practically pleading you, but before you get to open your mouth to say anything, you hear rustling and you look behind eren to see what it is .

Armin is awkwardly standing there in the living room, the clean shirt you gave him reaching his knees , and the sweatpants a bit too baggy . you have to physically stop yourself from cooing , the sight being way too adorable for you to handle this early in the morning

Eren senses his presence as well , turning around , both of you guys forgetting about your previous conversation . you clear your throat, sensing some sort of tension in the room “ hey youre finally out ! i was going to make you something to eat but turns out the fridge is empty “ you rub your neck sheepishly , making a mental note to go grocery shopping asap .

Armins eyes widen at this , his hands extending and quickly shaking “ oh no no , please you dont have to, i dont want to be more of a bother than i already am ,” he shyly looks down at the floor , swinging his body , slightly nervous

You smile seeing his cute habit of not making eye contact, fetching your car keys off the wall “ well i bet youre missing your home right ? i can drive you home now if you want “ you also grab the plastic bag off the floor by the corridor

Armin seems to stiffen again , eren now chuckling , his hands stuffed in his sweatpants , noticing how the blonde boy seems way to nervous around you guys . armin looks at eren momentarily before he looks at the floor again ‘ how the hell do you guys look so good this early in the morning ‘ he thinks ‘ meanwhile here he is looking all messed up ‘

“I actually dont live too far away, i can walk home by myself “ armin lies straight out of his teeth , clearly not doing it well judging by the look of your face . youre not convinced seeing as the whole reason why he’s here in the first place was because he was wandering alone.

“ id feel much better knowing that someone is walking you home , i dont want a repeat of what happened yesterday .” you bite your lip, now staring more intensely at the boy in front of you

Armin mentally groans ‘ damn you and your kindness, why cant you get the hint that he doesnt want to hassle you any longer ?’

“Well um … “ he pauses, intensely thinking of a solution that doesnt involve him burdening you guys any further when he hears some shuffling and then someone handing a phone to him. Armin looks up and green eyes stare back at him

“Do you have anyone you can call ? a friend maybe to come pick you up ? “ eren suggests , reading right through the boy

“ o-oh y-yes i do umm thank you , for your phone i mean “ armin scrambles to take the phone and calls his roommate , knowing for sure she is freaking out about his whereabouts

He hands the phone back to eren and shuffles his feet “ luckily she is around the area and can pick me up in 5 minutes , i can wait outside …” you ponder for a second at this suggestions , before ultimately nodding

“Yeah sounds like a solid plan , okay , here take this bag before you head out “ you hand it over and armin looks at you and tilts his head slightly “ its your clothes from last night , i washed them and folded them , oh and your bag is also inside “ you explain while he peeks at the contents inside grief striking his face

‘How much exaclty did you do for him , he’s the worst guest ever in history , throwing up all over your bathroom ‘ he cringes at the thought. He's definitely gonna think about this experience at night,when he reminisces about all the embarrassing moments he's had in his lifetime

“Thank you guys so much for all youve done , i really do appreciate it “ armin rubs at his nape laughing out softly “ well i should get going “ he goes to the entrance, hand on the knob

“Yeah absolutely no problem , take care pretty boy ! “ you say waving , smiling brightly when you see his cheeks flush once more , eren just nodding goodbye . he waves a small goodbye before leaving , closing the door gently . sighing in relief when he got out.

Armin walks out into the street and sure enough there is his roommate , waiting and the look on her face looks not so pleasantly happy .he knows what is going to happen. he opens the car door ready to hear her badgering soon enough

“Look , mikasa , i can ex-” not so shortly as he begins his sentence, she yells out

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOUVE BEEN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS WHEN YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY MANY PHONE CALLS ? ARE THOSE BANDAGES IM SEEING? “ armin winced at her reprimations, slowly sinking further into the passenger seat as she kept rambling, knowing that he has to face her wrath for the whole drive home .

he still has no clue as to what exactly happened last night, the only thing he can do is hope his memories would come back soon and clear up his many questions