#sorry this isn't much a response. i don't have a lot of spoons lately.

[zackmartin]

I will always love your tangents even if I don't 100% know what we're talking about 😤🤣 I was thinking about that a while back too! About the kids thinking he was made up.

As soon as I read the headline I remembered our convo so I just had to share with you. But, I thought it was really cute too and that just makes it so much better 🥺🥺🥺

I hope you're doing okay! I miss you and I love you 💕

I came here to tell you whenever you get back here that Matthew Lawrence and Chilli dating. How do they know each other? Where could they have met? What a bizarre coupling. It seems so random. And I have a long history with both. In very different areas, but. Idk. This was surprisingly perplexing and a bit humorous to me. Cheers to them 😅

I SAW THAT! That was my initial reaction too, I was like "This feels...random?" but to be fair, I know next to nothing about either of them so I was like "well, maybe that's just me, maybe i just don't know" 😅 I suppose there are more random celebrity couples.... Good for them, though, hope they're happy 🤣

[milkb0nny]

Hey! Do you write for Jing Yuan?

If so, can I request something where he is just to busy for his lover, and when reader finally gets the chance to talk to him he just kinda not paying attention.

Thank you 🙏

🤍 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔/𝒐'𝒔 𝒏𝒆��𝒅𝒔

note: Thank you sm for your request! I love these kind of requests since it's fun to combine angst with fluff. I'll give it a heartwarming ending. 🤍

characters: Jing Yuan

content: scenario, Jing Yuan ignoring s/o's feelings, angst, fluff, gn!/reader

warning: argument between lovers, not proofread

🍃...

You've been craving your man since days now. You rarely see him and even in bed, the time you always share together, he doesn't cuddle with you. It's not a secret he's fed up with work and has a lot of responsibility to take care of but where are you?

It started when he came home very late, immediately jumping into bed without giving you a graceful kiss. Normally the first thing he does is compliment on how beautiful you look but now he doesn't even look at you. It pains you. Are you invisible now? Does he have someone new he cherishes more than you? But you're his partner!

It got worse when Jing Yuan didn't eat the food you made. You always put so much effort in it. You prepare his favorite meals with so much love and care. Now he doesn't bother to eat three full spoons. What's up with him? Does he notice?

In the morning he wakes up really early and is at work before your first eye opens. You won't hear from him until the late evening. Not even a short message will arrive your phone.

His neglectful behavior hurts you and your self esteem. Are you ugly? Are you too less? Is there something wrong with you? Do you smell bad? Is your food horrible?

Does he still love you?

The past days you're dealing with inner trouble, no peace settling and only hurtful thoughts. You feel alone among so many people. You asked friends what Jing Yuan does all day and either they don't know or answer with "he's working as usual". You're questioning so many things. Can't Fu Xuan help him? She's always there to take care of his missions.

Even if she already does, can't you help him? Why doesn't he ask for help if he's so busy? Why doesn't he accept the care you're desperately trying to give him? It hurts so much. You're lonely, no one really gets your feelings. Most of your friends only suggest to wait for a quieter time but when will a single peaceful day come? Seemingly never!

You can't live with the feeling of being not enough and you decide to talk to him. He doesn't appreciate you or what you're trying to give him. It makes you mad. If he doesn't want you he should just tell you and not handle you like trash. You're not invisible and you have a right to be loved. The only confidence left in you took over and made you approach your tall, busy man.

"Jing Yuan. We need to talk."

Your first words when he steps in the door, late at night, already bother him. He ignores you, changing his shoes, taking his jacket off and passing you without a single eye on you.

"Jing Yuan! We need to talk! Now!" You shout as he seems to be actively avoiding you. You grab his hand and with a little strength turn him around. He now looks at you the first time in the past week. His eyebrows raise.

"Whats up, y/n? It's late. I need to get up very early tomorrow morning." He isn't fond of you robbing his sleeping time. You don't care though as he didn't care for you the past week.

You scoffed in disbelief how little attention he spend you. "I'm sorry?! For what do you have to work soooo much that you can't even notice me?" You're mad. You wave your hands in front of his face, furious with his attidue. "Hello?! Can't you see me?! I'm right here!"

"Yeah I do see you and now?!" He gets mad as well. His eyebrows depended and his expression changed. Usually he's a calm, collected and caring boyfriend but now he's not Jing Yuan. He's someone else.

"No you don't! You didn't see me the whole week. I was invisible to you!" You feel tears shooting up your eyes as your emotions come up so fast.

"What are you trying to say, y/n? I did see you, we sleep in one bed? I'm just really busy with work-"

You can't hear his repeating excuses and break him off. Now tears run down your cheeks and you try to meet his gaze.

"No. No you don't. You ignored the food today as well. Yesterday too. The day before too. You don't give me a nice word, or a kiss, or a look, or a whatever. You don't! You don't! You don't!" You step back. You're mad. Hurt. Anxious.

"No, you're getting a wrong message, y/n." He comes a little closer but he still doesn't understand what's up with you. Why are you so mad out of a sudden?

"So you're telling me my emotions are lying? Or my eyes? If I get the wrong message it may be because the sender sends a wrong message! It's not my fault you're being hurtful and neglecting." You sit down in a chair and make yourself tiny. Your head rests on your knees and tears roll down, hitting the ground. Is he stupid or does he want to hurt you even more? You want to vanish from this room, this house and this planet.

Silence ruled between you. Jing Yuan reflected the past week. He can't remember any outfit of yours, not even the food you made. Normally it's so easy for him to recall memories he loves. He forgot how the feeling how your lips caused butterflies in his stomach. He forgot of your soft smile warms his heart. He didn't see you smile the week. He didn't see you at all.

Seeing you bawl your eyes out, crying in pain and sobbing in suffer he noticed how he has let you alone. He wasn't there for you at all. And the worse thing is he didn't even take you seriously when you had the courage to tell him.

He comes a little closer. You feel his big, gentle hand on your shoulder but to you it feels like a burn.

"I apologize."

It sounds honest but you can't believe him. What is an apology? It won't heal your inner dissatisfaction and it won't solve your insecurities.

"I'm so sorry, my love."

He apologizes again. His forehead meets yours and you feel his soft hair. His smell. His warmth. It hurts you so much.

Jing Yuan picks you up from the chair as you wouldn't make a move. He walks into your bedroom and lays you down in the bed. You're still crying but it lessens. He drags you into his arms, petting your head carefully.

"I'll pay more attention.. Thank you for being so brave to open my eyes, my love." Some tears leave his eyes and you feel them dripping down on you. Jing Yuan rarely cries. It is a sign to you how sorry he feels.

"I'll take you with me tomorrow, y/n. I won't leave you alone again. I'm so sorry!"

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 19

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You nestle down on the couch. The house is quiet and dark, only the low glare of the television lighting the front room as you listen to the drone of your favourite Drew Barrymore movie. A shiver rolls through you as you recall the last night you spent in this house, the one that ended in the wet grass.

You still don't know what you were thinking and yet the temptation lingers. You're listless, still lost in the sea of Lloyd's making.

You keep a pillow between your legs to ease the pain in your hips. Ever constant but more obvious with the growing weight of your stomach. You fear one bad night might have you once again bedbound. As if pregnancy isn't uncomfortable enough. You already feel helpless, even without a fetus sucking the life from you.

You rest your hand on your belly and bend your arm under your head. You and Colin never wanted a kid. You liked it just the two of you. You did. Apparently it wasn't enough for him. You sigh away the thought. You shouldn't think about him so much but a whole decade can't just fade away in the bat of an eye. Even Lloyd's.

"So, you're not comin' to bed," he frightens you as he shadow looms behind the couch, hands on the back as he bends slightly over you.

"Yours? No," you answer bluntly, recentering your vision on the television.

He huffs, "I know you're mad but--"

"I'm restless. I can't sleep because the baby..." you retort, "the baby you cursed me with."

"The baby you don't give a fuck about, apparently. Your self-preservation is not your strongest suit, you know?"

He crosses his arms over the back of the couch as he stoops lower. You sniff and let it out slow. You could strangle him, slap him, spit in his face. It's always your fault, he can do no wrong. You didn't ask for any of this. He knows that. If anything, he basks in that fact.

He hums, "it's cold upstairs. And this couch isn't the best for sleeping."

"Are you tryna be a good guy? Too late for that."

"I'm trying to make it up to you--"

You snarl and push yourself up, an awkwardly struggle to roll onto your back that undermines the anger within.

You sneer up at him, "make what up? That you humiliated me? Drag me around the mall and flirt with young girls in front of me? You're the same fucking pervert I met in the shop. Actually, you've proven yourself a lot worse," you snap. "Oh or are you sorry for shoving your dick down my throat until I gagged? You never seemed to mind that before. Wait, wait, I keep forgetting, I said his name. Wow, my god, fuck me for wanting to feel something. Anything!"

You swing your legs over the side of the couch and stand with a grunt, bracing your lower back, "leave me the fuck alone, Lloyd. Mommy's got you presentable but you can't fool me."

"Look, we were both wrong. But you didn't need to try to off yourself. You're not a weak bitch. I know that--"

"Oh, you think that's a compliment," you stomp away. "You'll have to try harder, if you ever try hard at anything besides being a fucking prick."

"Nah, that comes naturally," he follows you into the kitchen. You distract yourself with the fridge as you open it to search for a snack, "you should stay away from too much sugar--"

"Don't you even dare right now," you bark as you let the door shut and roll open the freezer drawer, "ah, here we go."

You take out the tub of rocky road and plop it on the counter. You fish out a spoon and peel off the lid. You stab the spoon into the frozen cylinder and dig away at it impatiently.

"I said sorry--"

"Because mommy told you," you scrape away a spoonful, "I don't fucking buy it, Lloyd. I know you. A little better than I want to."

"Uh, yeah, we are married so--"

"Don't remind me," you shove the spoon in your mouth and lick it clean, "it's a walking nightmare. Not like I don't have enough of the normal kind. Every time I close my eyes, I see your stupid fucking mustache and hear your dumb fucking voice--"

"I'm flattered."

"Of course you are. You're ego can't process what I'm saying," you jab the spoon down again, frustrated as you try to get past the hard surface to a chunk of chocolate.

He's quiet as he watches you. He moves closer, hand dragging across the counter. You focus on fighting the icy quart.

"I was tryna make you jealous. Those girls aren't my type, you know that."

"Not making it better," you growl and turn on him, raising the spoon, "get away from me before I scoop your eye out."

"I'd like to see you try, sweet cheeks," he laughs, "come on, I'm pouring out my heart here, peaches. I only want you, you know that."

"You're an idiot."

He inhales and turns, reaching up to the cupboard and opening the door. He takes out a bowl then slides out the drawer, grabbing the scoop. He runs it under warm water and grabs the tub of ice cream, carving out several balls of rocky road and putting it before you.

"There."

"I don't need your help."

"You need me, whether you want to accept it or not," he insists, "and," he turns to lean on the counter and crosses his arms, dipping his chin down, "indoo."

"Indoo? What gibberish--"

"I need you," he throws a hand up as he raises his head, "okay? Got it?"

You look at him as you spoon up the ice cream. You take a long taste as you consider his avoidant posture. He refuses to even glance in your direction.

"You don't get to just take everything. You, the baby," he talks with his hand, but not to you, "I don't get to find you dead on the lawn. That's not how this works."

"I know exactly how it works, Lloyd, why do you think I went out there?"

"Because you're stubborn as fuck," he snorts, "and that's exactly why I like you, peaches."

You send the sudden movement and you turn, deflecting his hand away from your ass. You tut and point the spoon at him, "ice cream and humble pie isn't gonna wipe the slate clean."

"Can you acknowledge that I'm trying?"

"I can acknowledge that you gave me a snack," you take the bowl and prance away.

"Not gonna return the favour, though, huh?" He trails after you.

"You try to touch me again, and I'll bite something off," you flop onto the couch, "go back to bed, give me some space. That's what you can do for me."

He looms and lets out another heavy breath, "are you gonna come to bed? Eventually?"

You don't look at him, opting instead to stare at the carnival scene playing out on television, "dunno."

He's quiet as he shifts on his feet, "I love this movie, you know? Had a big thing for Drew--"

"Go away," you say sharply, "or did you want me to go sleep in the yard?"

"Fine, fine," he raises his hands, "but... I'm just putting it out there that I changed the sheets and it's all nice and cozy and soft for you. I even freshened up my stache--"

"I'm going to throw this at you in ten seconds," you snarl, "and I'm not gonna be happy about the wasted ice cream."

"Sorry, mistress," he says coyly as he steps back on his heel, "whenever you're ready to spank me--"

You chuck the spoon in his direction and he dodges with a cackle. You shake your head as he quickly retreats.

"I'll be waiting with cheeks ready," he tosses back with another snicker.

"Fucking idiot," you growl as you put the bowl down, droplets of ice cream across your shirt from the angry hurl.

You shake your head as you listen to him go. How the fuck does he always wriggle his way out of these things? Well, you're not gonna let him off that easy.

[tinka-tank]

do u have any huntake headcanons 😁😁

Sorry this is such a late response I had a very busy day and then had a beach day today so yayyyyy

Which actually got me to think about one thing I thought of and that's that Huntake would love beach dates like

- Beach Dates 🏖 🌊

I really take the greetings to heart and in one greeting Jake spoke about his dream date I believe ? (Correct me if I'm wrong) and how it was at the beach and I know they'd end up there on a date...

Like Hunter needs 84 pounds of sunscreen on him and I know Jake would gladly apply sunscreen on him, which probably makes me think Hunter would like to play beach games like volleyball with Jake, but probably has to be under the shade for a bit watching Jake run around and in Hunters head its all in slow motion to take in all the glory

I think of simple things, them on a blanket preferably a magenta one... eating sandwiches they packed with small laughs since there's definitely some sand in the sandwiches from all the shit they got up to... THE SUNSETS... WATCHING THE SUNSET W SMALL SMILES WHEN THEY TURN TO FACE EACH OTHER

- Jake is more cleanly 🧹🧺

What I mean is this:

I like to think Hunters a bit more messier... probably sleeps on an air mattress or a mattress with no bed frame and shirts lying around.. and I think Jake would tweak out if he saw a roach living there and need to clean everything somehow... there's only so much mess he can tolerate the mess, but it makes for cleaning days and excuses for Jake to come over often to see him

- Jobless Brokeass (me) Hunter, Employed Jake 👔📋

Hunter gives off employed, like he went to college w no job just vibes and I always hced as Jake coming from a family with a businessman father or something like that, a more stern family that doesn't tend to understand his emotions and paranoia, so I think Jake is more likely to pick up jobs to make money and to feel fulfilled in someway despite Miriam having the damn mil...

Things like Hunter getting bored of being at home and watching movies and he gets up and goes to wherever Jake works to bother him and ask about his day, sweet things that show to Jake that Hunter cares in his own way

But like also the thought of Jake doing professional only fans or mlm schemes appeals to me so Hunter is probably behind the camera recording and taking photos bc at the end of the day the money means Jake will buy Hunter a new album or plushie

But also ALSO I do like the idea of Jake in a corporate job and starting off as a secretary that sees way too much and is on the phone with Hunter a lot to someone working higher up later... I can forsee Jake in his office and Hunter coming in for his lunch break to eat with him

- (controversial) Big Spoon Jake, Little Spoon Hunter 🥄 💕

This might be controversial to some in our unruly society, but I don't think muscular or buff or taller = top... I really think Hunter would enjoy being snuggled and being treated sweetly and enjoy just. No arguing and no bickering... no problems... just the sweet, tender embrace of the person he loves... and I know Jake ass probably possessive asf and would provide that sweet, strong hug or cuddle to make Hunter feel at home with him... the love Jake can provide with his sweetness is not just verbal or mental, but can be physical. We've seen how sweet Jake can be in canon with Tom and I know he wouldn't leave Hunter feeling any worse

- (more in line w my hcs) Jake helps Hunter with fashion and sewing 🛍🪡

I have a hc of Hunter doing drag so naturally he'd need certain outfits made and I think he isn't rich soooo he probably complained about having no resources and in my eyes Jake probably has experience with sewing and is good at it OR he isn't that good but TRIES to learn more for Hunter... I really like the idea of Hunter wanting to perform something but thinking he can't due to having no outfit and at the last minute Jake surprises him with the custom outfit... you can't tell me Jake wouldn't be that mf dedicated to some shit... he's really intense as is

Like imagine him hand beading an outfit, purposely remeasuring Hunter often just to feel him again... like I know they'd end up having matching outfits at some point...

- Hunter loves to do karaoke 🎤 🎶

Why his ass always singing Lady Gaga songs in greetings. I know his ass wants to sing the entirety of Artpop and will 💯% make Jake watch him and sometimes participate in duets... this also ties into my drag hc thing because Jake getting to remake certain Gaga outfits for Hunter is real...

- SPORTS OR FUN DAYS 🥊🎳

Hunter is muscular SOMEHOW and Jake appears to be athletic in some way and his fit kind of suggests it unless he fucking robbed someone which I wouldn't put past him... anyways

Hunter getting Jake into new sports and activities !! Imagine them trying out things like frisbee or soccer, dates at parks avidly being an annoying gay couple... if they took on boxing I can imagine Jake getting too intense and accidentally clobbering him or the coach... one punch = k.o. type shit 😭 but them trying tennis too or some other crap and if they suck ass at it they say oh well and get some food...

E yeah I think that's all I can think of FOR NOW bc my mind is kinda empty but TRUST I thought of more before

I would've added a Miriam hc in here but I have a tough time deciding if she'd like Hunter or want him dead

[doctorho]

You inspire me to write, but i am no writer (and english isn't my native although I'm pretty good enough at it.). I don't know what to do, literally, with words. I used to daydream about characters i love and try to translate that into words but... It feels odd, cringey even. Now i don't feel like i have any imagination or any creative take on anything (mind feels dry?)... But i still wanna make something that makes me and otger fans happy. Tips?? Sorry if it's too confusing idk how to articulate this in less words.

!!!! hi! first of all thank you for the absolutely beautiful message, my heart just grew 3 sizes. SECONDLY, honey, if you feel like you want to write, you are a writer. congrats! i'm afraid it will always feel like something soft in your heart wants to get out, but that's just the human condition of wanting to create i guess. welcome to the club.

(also i take great honour in being an inspiration! woo!)

but seriously. i think the best advice i have in regards to creating anything is to just make stuff, without being too self-critical. (something something if you hear a voice in your head that says you can not paint then by all means, paint. something something the best way to start writing is to start writing <- advice from my guys vincent van gogh and joseph fink)

i think daydreaming is a great start. it for sure is how i started, just writing down daydreams and thoughts and feelings (thoughts and feelings my beloved!) and then slowly shifting it over to fanfiction when my one-dimensional oc's weren't cutting it.

english isn't my first language either, but i think it is a very poetic language, which makes writing in it easier for me, because i am a poetic bitch. also i love using words incorrectly (using adjectives that shouldn't make sense in places they shouldn't be, nouns as emotions, etc) which is also easy in english i think. yall have so many fun words, and i love stirring up the emotional goo from the botton of my heart when i think about The Characters. stringing it up like honey in one of those wooden spoons.

(more thoughts under the cut because this answer got LONG, i have shit to say apparently ->)

it's super late where i am, and i'm not sure where i was going with that. the key point was probably though that i heavily encourage you (and everyone!) to keep on creating.

it's good for the soul.

lets you rest for a bit i think. or at least in my case, my head gets pretty peaceful when i'm making stuff, compared to when i'm not (undiagnosed adhd who?) and i know that Art and Stories have been super duper important to me, so i'm just... trying to put some of that kindness back out there. i mean i would write even if i didn't share it anywhere, but... it's nice to be able to share it, and it's always nice to hear good feedback about it. the first fic i ever shared here got such a massively positive response that it made me want to keep writing more, and here we are.

okay i think this answer is probably all over the place now, but we don't strive for logic or perfection here. HERE'S MY TOP WRITING TIPS:

1. keep making stuff. you get better at the stuff you do the more you do it. unfortunately this requires time and effort and mistake-making, but here's the best part; you get to have fun while you do it. and i've found the writing community to be really nice, and positive feedback helps a lot.

2. do what makes your soul happy. you don't have to write stories all beginning-middle-end, you can just do what you want. and if you feel like you don't know how to do something, do it anyway, but do it in a way that works for you. you can write in bullet points or pure dialogue or no dialogue at all if you want. you can just describe the feelings or just a single situation. a picture can be a poem. one sentence can be a story. one of my favorite story formats is comics, and if i had the patience for drawing that much i would probably be making those. art? fun, valid. scribbles? awesome. character studies? my beloved.

3. when people say write what you know, they mean that people want to read stuff that feels honest, even about the stuff that hurts. especially about the stuff that hurts. people love reading about things they recognize & resonate with and that makes them think "that's how i feel!" because we're all human and we only know the inside of our own head and our own heart and it's nice to have some borrowed understanding sometimes, even if it's fictional. there's a reason why being relatable is high praise for characters.

4. don't be afraid of the cringe. seriously. it's fine. we're all just out here doing our best in a hectic over-capitalized world. if it doesn't hurt anyone and it makes you happy then just have fun with it. (also, i assure you, everyone is cringe. and it's fine! did you see that snippet i posted a while ago about stuff i wrote when i was sixteen? i promise i've written so much cringey stuff and had a great time doing it. i also though the little christmas fic i wrote felt pretty cringey and a lot of people still seemed to enjoy it, me included).

5. if you're not sure what to do with your words? it feels Awkward or clunky? look at it and figure out what it is you don't like. what do you want to say? are you saying it? could you describe it in a different way that would feel better? can you make it more honest? often if i look at my writing like "hmm this feels wrong somehow" it usually boils down to "this isn't really the exact thing i wanted to say - i can adjust it this way" and then it feels better. but i'm not gonna lie i don't think that much when i'm writing i just go with the flow

6. if you feel like you need more inspiration... try bouncing ideas back and forth with someone (tumblr is full of people who would be excited to talk about The Characters) or try some writing prompts. all ideas come from somewhere, and they don't need to all originate In Your Brain. character playlists? fanart? looking at a real life situation and thinking What Would Happen if i put a Character in this?

7. i'm not like a big grammar rules person. do what you want. but it helps if it's clear in your writing who is saying/thinking The Things, and if you break up your paragraphs every now and again. i mean i love a good runaway sentence but most people don't like looking at a wall of text. people need to be able to mentally take a breath you know.

8. just have fun? honestly, don't think too much. don't be afraid to be honest and don't think too much. the mortifying ordeal of being known can actually be pretty cool sometimes.

[love-from-middle-earth]

If you have the spoons I’d love advice from Húrin about persevering through stress/after trauma. No pressure and thank you for all you do! 🌸

Dear anon,

It sounds like things have been pretty rough for you lately; I'm sorry. It's terribly hard when something difficult happens and one has to contend with the aftermath of it along with the regular stressors of daily life. I find it's important to remember that you're allowed to not "go back to normal" right away, or at all. You aren't necessarily going to be able to do all of the things you want to or used to enjoy, and while that can be painful, it's also a completely regular human response. If something is too much right now, you can opt out. Your worth is not affected by your productivity or your capacity for doing the things you used to. Rest is a vitally important part of healing, and you deserve to have it without guilt.

If you can, I would also encourage you to seek help from people who care for you. There are always burdens that can be taken, at least in part, off our shoulders, and a lot of the time, someone in our life is more than willing to help. It can be hard to ask for support, but giving is part-and-parcel with love. The people in your life don't want you to suffer or have to handle more than you're able to, and it isn't an imposition or a sign of weakness to reach out for help. The fact that you've already done so is a sign of such courage and will on your part, anon. I'm proud of you for doing that.

It can be difficult to believe, but I promise that there is something on the other side of this. Things are always changing and nothing is permanent, not even this situation. You're a valued, strong, cherished individual and you're going to outlast this moment and be all right. It might not be like how you imagined, but there is life beyond the hurt and it's worth sticking around for.

Best of luck, anon,

Húrin Thalion

(Thank you for your considerate request, anon! I'm so glad you enjoy my little blog ♡)

[sweetmage]

SebastianxBethany -or- CarverxMerrill

Hi! Sorry for the late response! Well, late for me anyway, I guess it's still the same day😅

For Seb/Bethany... I don't actually ship this personally. I would try to answer the questions anyway for fun, but unfortunately I don't know Bethany very well/have never seen them together other than skimming their banters on the wiki so I don't think I can't add much😅No shame to them at all though, I have seen some of their banters and they definitely got some little thang going on!!! As for Merrill/Carver... I like them a lot 😌

when I started shipping it if I did: This was my first DA2 ship. I was sad when Carver left (and even sadder that he became a templar in my playthrough, like come on...), I wanted to see more of him and Merrill!!!!

my thoughts: I think they are very awkward and cute, love how flustered he gets around her. It's also really sweet to see the softer side of him.

What makes me happy about them: Same as above! Also height difference. They're also just very funny, I loved that she thought everything he said was an innuendo when he was being more wholesome than Hawke could ever hope to be when flirting with her. She also doesn't pick on him or antagonize him the way the other characters seem to!

What makes me sad about them: They get separated from each other no matter what (wardens, templars, or death), but I would imagine him becoming a templar in my playthrough kinda puts a huge wedge in things, I don't really see them coming back from that tbh 😅 Though perhaps there is something juicy in the heartbreak/betrayal of it ending in that way. And Warden Carver is a whole other can of worms...

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I have never read a fanfic about them. However, I do not like when any fic infantilizes Merrill or has a non-mage step in to save the day because she "doesn't know what she's doing" or whatever so I would dislike that here too.

things I look for in fanfic: I think I'd only prefer to read fluffy things about them, personally. Especially her worrying over a warden Carver, especially in a canon where one of her clanmates became the HoF so she'd have that personal experience to strengthen her concern for him. Not to mention the general issues with maintaining a relationship while being a warden, etc. I'd love to see them navigate that. I'm sure there's a million fics about that, I just don't read fics often so I'll have to look some other time😅

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I also ship Carver with an unnamed male warden I just mentioned offhand in a fic once and I ship Merrill with Isabela, my m!blood mage Hawke, sometimes with my dalish circle mage/blood mage El'la as a QPP. I also sometimes ship her in an OT3 with Tamlen (who survived) and my dalish warden Savil. I also love her having some sorta deep platonic thing going on with my canon Hawke and Anders post-canon. Same with her and Sebastian being deeply close besties. (Merrill is my favorite DA character so I think about her with everyone, she has such good chemistry with so many people)

My happily ever after for them: I think it might be asking a lot for them to ever have a normal, quiet life but I'd at least like them write to each other frequently and find times to meet whenever they can, even if only just to chat and steal a smooch for a few minutes as he's passing through.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Carver as the little spoon is funny to me because he is so Large so I am kinda digging it. There is also something cute about the safety and security of being wrapped comfortably in her arms after many months away experiencing The Horrors. Not to mention post-nightmare too. He seems to take the whole Warden thing really well, but I can't imagine it isn't at least somewhat taxing.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Just catching up and sharing funny anecdotes, exchanging gifts perhaps. When they live such different lives that don't allow for much normalcy I could imagine it might be nice just to relax and enjoy each other's company peacefully for a while 💗

[entomjinx]

Apologies for the very awkward opening sentence. It was what spontaneously came to me.

In a way, it's very simple to guess who I am. Just by your stats. But it really has been literal years since we've interacted but I just had a moment yesterday. And the sudden urge to interact. And here I am...

OP is such a WORLD of a manga. I hope you have a lot of fun - the characters are so damn good! May the Muse keep inspiring you to get all the fic and art! ❤️

I'm so sorry for the late response, Tumblr doesn't tellme when I have asks on mobile anymore kasdhkajsdas

Also no need to apologize for any awkwardness, I'm worse lmao. And yeah, ithasbeen, hasn't it.... it feels both like forever ago and yesterday, and I'm glad you came and said hi!

One Piece is wonderful, and the problem isn't lack of muse, but lack of spoons for writing all the muse down! All the characters are so easy to get attached to, and I have clung to them all likea lifeline. there's so many things I can analyze and backstories to bolster fic ideas..... It's honestly a smidgen overwhelming, especially compared to FT, where most of what I wrote were Fix-it fics or even creating backstories for the characters that don't much of one. There's much less wiggle room in OP. It's fun! Thank you so much for the well wishes of muse, and I wish the same for you. I'm not sure what you may currently be working on, but I hopeyou have the spoons for it too! <3 ^_^

[twstedtales]

Hello Athy!! I love your works very very much therefore I’d like to make a request ( sorry this is my first time making one so i’m nervous ;-; ) I’d like to request where the reader is a white bunny who serves for the queen but instead of the savanaclaw boys + azul I’d like it with Riddle, Deuce, Ace and Vil. Thank you very much if you decide to do this! спасибо ♡

𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋.

❝better be late than never.❞ - English proverb.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, ace trappola, vil schoenheit × gender neutral reader

𝐭𝐰 | none!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | very sorry this took so long! i quite enjoy making that one so thank you for requesting this again <3

If you were late, Riddle would strictly remind you time and time again. He wouldn't spare you for slacking off even if you're his s/o. Look, he would even give you five different alarm clocks that will ring simultaneously if you're genuinely forgetful of your meetings and responsibilities.

Though like Azul, the punishment for being late would be kind of half-baked and toned down a lot compared to others. He won't admit it loudly, but he has a soft spot for you no matter what rule you break and he would blindly pretend to not see it for your sake.

This special treatment will earn the ire and exasperation of his dorm mates, enviously glaring at you for escaping Riddle's harsh beheading, especially from Ace that would vocally complain about it. 

Since you're one of his "people", Riddle constantly invites you to a tea party for two, poorly disguised as one of your missions but in reality, he really just wanted to have some peaceful time (date) with you. Everyone in Heartslabyul knew what it was all about all along, but he doesn't need to know that, no?

Setting aside your rather late nature, Deuce looks up to you a lot, not just because you're his s/o, but because he extremely admires the hard work you put to help Heartslabyul become a better place, and of course, the efficiency at which you can get your responsibilities done despite your poor punctuality.

He would try his best to help you out whenever he could, and if by some miracle he didn't forgot it himselfーwhich always happens, in fact, but you found it kinda endearing that both of you were late so you didn't put much attention on itーDeuce would try to remind you the exact time of the stuff you need to do. 

Deuce would help you lessen your workload, especially if he already felt that you were exhausted from your duties. If he can't persuade you to rest a bit and forgot to eat at the right time, you could expect Deuce to run immediately and bring food for you. And if you still stubbornly refuse, he would innocently offer to spoon-fed you himself...

He can't possibly stop you (because Riddle would simply have his head and because he knew that you were just that unstoppable from doing something you want) but he could at least carry heavy things for you, run errands, fix machinery if you need it, and all that stuff that he could easily do for you.

Unlike Deuce who would tell you to rest when he knew you were exhausted, Ace is a little different. He has the same intentions of wanting the best for you like Deuce, but is not shy in using underhanded methodsーif not conventionalーto make you do what he wants, no matter how hard you protest.

Although he did want you to rest up, he wouldn't really say it out loud and because he knew you were stubborn as a rock so talking to you would be similar to talking to a freaking wall, so instead, he would just likely swing you over his shoulders and cheerfully tell you to stay put if you don't want him dropping you.

About you being late, don't worry, Ace tends to be late, too, so both of you just need to face Riddle's wrath together. Easy, right? At least you're both together in misery, he guessed the death sentence isn't half-bad, but the collar on his neck is really uncool.

If he's in the mood to actually help you, Ace would remind you of the time of whatever you're supposed to do, but if he's feeling a little shit, which is his usual mood, he would just let you be late because it was funny to see you cutely scampering around. If you reprimand him for this...well, you really can't do anything about him.

Vil would never tolerate this unhealthy nature of yours in pushing yourself past your limitations for your duties. He understood that you are dedicated in your dormitory and even its strange rules and he silently admires how much of a hardworker you are, but not to the point where you would forget taking care of yourself.

Vil will have you rest, by hook or by crook and he wouldn't accept no as an answer. You can be as hardheaded and stubborn as you want, but Vil's stern gaze was enough to make you shut down your complaints about being late to your meeting with Riddle yet again.

As for your poor punctuality, Vil was a few times stricter than Riddle. As a model that has a definite schedule planning, he would openly criticised you about it. He would scold you a lot, and you may or may not probably just fall asleep listening to him nagging you for hours, which would escalate to another session of scolding.

Though if you're really the hopeless case and beyond saving, Vil supposed he could just spare a few of his precious time in personally picking you up in whatever you're supposed to do, especially if the next few hours is your planned date with him.

[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Ten

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it’s all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared, for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au ??? (at this point idek) angst, fluff, slice of life etc ?? word count :: 4k author note :: haha.... wowww it's been long since i last updated. honestly my physical and mental health have just been horrible... that's about it, i lost a lot of motivation but if you're still reading i am very thankful and i will try to deliver the story well. i tried my best but writing whilst sick is very tiresome :-) tags :: @patience-is-here​ , @chwlogy​ , @a--nonymousse​ , @imkumichan​ 

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Keeping yourself cooped up within Levi's estate and never daring to step a foot outside should have been what you had done. Blackmailing him to keep you confined within the walls of your bedroom would be much better compared to the problem you have to resolve now. Perhaps if you had done so you wouldn't have collided face first into this muddle.

Jean fiddles with the ends of his button up, he doesn't take the chance to glance up at any of his superiors. He's either much too embarrassed or has nothing noteworthy to start off with.

Erwin chooses to call the shots seeing as neither you or the Viscount by your side wish to begin.

"You both understand why we're here. Correct me if I'm wrong?" The Commander looks between you, Jean and your unfortunate excuse of a husband. Suddenly it looks as if the gears and cogs in Jean's brain move without warning.

Offering a demure nod you expect for him to follow in your footsteps and do the same only he stands there looking between you and Levi.

"Wait...The two of you are? A couple?" Stunned isn't the word, Jean's completely flabbergasted.

"If you figured that out this late, I do not understand why Erwin sees you remotely fit for my team." Levi's beyond insulted at the fact he's only just understood the situation.

Jean, now more intimidated than ever before straightens his back and coughs clumsily, "Sorry." He murmurs chestnut eyes making contact with the hardwood floors.

The Commander's laced hands sit atop his desk, elegant fingers moving similar to honey on a spoon. He sighs not out of fatigue but pride. Whatever plan he's come up with has to be decent at the very least, his body language is telling you that much.

"We have a number of possibilities we can choose from. We owe that pleasure to Mr Kirstein here." Erwin offers him an almost cynical smile, you can't help but gulp thinking about how this is essentially your fault. With all the constant training sessions and team building tasks it makes sense for Jean to have completely forgot about your unspoken rule. Solely blaming him is incorrect.

Raising your arm above your head to intervene you make it known that you're aware of Levi shooting you a look of warning by returning it. It's best he knows you don't care for anyone's opinion let alone his.

"Permission to speak Commander?"

Your request is agreed to immediately with the wave of  Erwin's hand.

"It's my fault for not reminding Jean. I'll take the blame, I hadn't even told him the full story concerning me and Levi."

Levi doesn't enjoy your defense in the slightest. "I don't expect my wife to fling herself at other men and allow for them to snoop around gathering the details of our personal lives."

Scoffing you shield yourself with your arms over your chest.

"Oh dear husband. If you want to get personal do tell me where my family is?" It's an inside joke only Levi will be able to understand.

"If you call those people family your standards are disgustingly low."

"Maybe that explains why I settled for you."

Again, other's opinions are not at the forefront of your priority list. Regardless it's quite enjoyable pushing Levi further into a corner with that sentence. You see the internal struggle play out within him. Jaw clenched, hands balled together. He doesn't have an appropriate response

Jean bursts out unable to hold it in any longer, chest trembling with every quake of laughter that ripples through him you have to shove him with your elbow. For a Viscount his etiquette sure is nonexistent.

"My word, the two of you sound like..."

Levi stares at him most probably expecting something along the lines of "An old married couple."

But, no. It's nothing anyone in the room expects. That includes you.

"It's as if you're unhappy with each other..."

Not a noise is made after that. Jean isn't mistaken, your heart is miserable. You've never had many relationships to begin with, whether it be familial, romantic or platonic and for someone such as your husband to treat you the way he does - it feels futile having to navigate around the complexities. Even if he isn't really your husband it's disappointing to reflect on your marriage so suddenly.

Feeling your face droop a little you bite your bottom lip with your teeth. Hearing the truth from someone you barely expect to hear it from has an effect on you.

You're so caught up analyzing everything it takes you a minute to even register Levi grumbling and lunging forward pilfering the collar of Jean's shirt.

"Every day you prove to be more and more pathetic than I expect." Levi turns to look at you after that. His stare bores into you but he doesn't come off threatening, you assume his last remark is directed solely at Jean.

When he turns back only glaring at Jean now with even more tenacity than before. He's ready to snap but Erwin has clearly had enough of the unwanted altercation in his office.

"Enough. The both of you. This is most bothersome." At the Commander's orders Levi is silenced although it takes all of his resolve to do so.

Finally bothering you take a good look at Jean. He's calm in an incredibly out of character way.

Is this not the man who trembled in his boots the first time he and Levi came into contact? It's almost as if he seems pleased with himself for drawing out such a reaction from his Captain.

Erwin shuffles through stacks of paperwork on his desk. The man needs an assistant at this point. You doubt you could find anything in that haphazard pile. Edges of crumpled paper poke out uncomfortably and Erwin becomes increasingly annoyed when he can't locate what it is he's looking for.

Just as you're about to ask if he requires any assistance it seems he's found what he's been looking for, that's if his eyes are any indication of the relief he feels.

"This." He holds up the paper, all eyes in the room are trained on it. "Under normal circumstances would not have to become an option."

"But these aren't normal circumstances?" Jean's thoughtless question is irksome when the answer is so obviously staring him down in the face.

Nonetheless Erwin nods incapable of losing his cool over something so minor.

"Sign to confirm to my proposition."

The document he places onto the desk isn't what you imagine, you can practically feel the dread climb up your throat once you're done scanning it. Jean's full name placed right next to yours in bold lettering has your stomach lurching. You don't have to read the rest to understand the new circumstances you've landed into.

To make matters worse Erwin places two rings down right in front of the both of you.

A pot of boiling hot water is what you've been thrown in.

Are you supposed to be some sort of replacement for potatoes? What's Jean in this scenario? Carrots?

"It is troublesome to have the two of you put on an act to be involved with one another but I see it as our safest option." Erwin notices your parted lips and slacked jaw. "You need not worry this isn't a marriage contract, you're simply acting."

There's no path out of this pot, you and Jean will simply have to deal with the prospect of being boiled alive.

Ah, you forgot to mention who would act as the hot water but you're sure the suspect is obvious.

Even right now Levi's fury radiates off of him, it's unclear if he was given the details of the Commander's plan beforehand but if his furrowed brow and pursed lips are indicators of the truth he must have had no idea.

Your suspicions are confirmed to be correct once Levi reaches forward plucking the paper away, it just so happens he's snatched it away the very moment Jean leans in to get a closer look at it.

"I was never informed of this."

Erwin gives him a guarded smile. "Do you have any jurisdiction over what I think is best?" Is his freezing reply.

"Yes. When it concerns my wife and another man - Correction. I meant boy."

Jean's taken aback by the subtle jab and shamefacedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

You watch the scene go down with a perplexed look the entire time. Levi's frustration seems to be legitimate yet he has no logical reason for it to ever be present in the first place. Unless he has a plan which outperforms the one you've just been given he's doing this all for nothing.

"I assure you your wife is in safe hands so long as you stop interfering."

Levi's about to bark back until he catches your confusion. He's become aware of your tilted head and telling expression and only then does he silence himself permanently not before sighing deeply, muttering an expletive under his breath.

 "I’ll sign it.” That seems to be Jean’s indirect way of asking what your choice will be.

“I... will too.” Is your hesitant reply.

Levi only becomes avoidant after that. Half way through Erwin explaining how you and Jean have to look believable Levi just ups and leaves without a word. Perhaps you've hurt his pride but for what he's done to you it's a small price to pay and so you do nothing to make amends. He has no reason to feel uncomfortable, you aren't really his wife, you're essentially strangers. Does he even know your favourite colour? Your favourite food? Your favourite pastime?  

You doubt he does.

Jean and you are rather successful with your act. It feels pleasant having him brush your hair out of your face occasionally or lovingly place a hand on your forehead to check if you've come down with a fever. He laces his fingers with yours when others are around and when they aren't he lets the act go. It's satisfying having a cooperative partner.

Naturally Jean is still a tease, even now he makes the odd suggestive comment or two in passing but you can't say you hate it. In fact it excites you to think of a response that borders the edge of teasing and simple fun between friends.

The increasing openness between the two of you is enough for the cadets to deduce that he's most probably the noble man you wed in secrecy.

It's only been a few days since yours and Jean's newfound behaviour, thankfully you haven't been flooded with questions just yet. The higher ups sit nearby during breakfast, lunch and dinner keeping watch over the cadets. It leaves you able to eat and drink without having to handle the constant inquiring of your comrades.

However, you aren't as lucky today. A meeting's taking place and after yours and Jean's convincing act Erwin deems it safe enough to leave you unattended for a short while.

Of course it doesn't go according to plan because when you're involved when does anything ever go according to plan?

The cadets are flocked around your table at dinner as soon as they notice they've been left to their own devices. The opportunity to sit down without everyone invading your space is barely provided to you. Krista is sat to your right leaning into you rather animatedly, Annie has made herself at home sat across you which in itself is completely out of character and slightly unnerving, Annie never and you repeat never concerns herself with you.

"Why did you and Jean hide it?" Armin hovers over your shoulder as per usual. He can't be blamed for naturally being inquisitive and it does give you the opportunity to lay out the foundations of your plan. Now's your time to muster up one of your rehearsed responses.

"It would interfere with work." You respond immediately wanting to appear natural. Pondering on an answer for too long would raise suspicions.

Armin makes a sound of approval and shuffles into the seat next to Krista, that is until Ymir can be overheard telling him to move if he knows what's best for him.

"I have a question." Says a voice across the table, you don't have to look at the blonde parallel to you to know it's her.

For once Annie’s initiated a conversation with you, she’s not particularly great at keeping her intentions discreet. Maybe she doesn’t care if you can tell what she’s up to? But if that’s the case her plan isn’t all that foolproof, there's no way you're to let any details slip away.

Sharply inhaling waiting for what it is she has to say you find that her sentence never comes. Instead she shakes her head and murmurs a "Never mind.". You don't even have the time to ask her to stick around, she's already rose from her seat taking her unfinished plate of food with her, you let her go assuming she feels unwell.

"So how'd you two meet? Jean already told me earlier but I'd like to hear your side." Reiner's taken Annie's empty seat and his gaze is unwavering. The trap they've set up is a clever one. Surveying the hall for Bertholdt you know he has to be observing too. The two never operate alone.

You suddenly hate Reiner. For whatever reason he and his trio are endlessly obsessed with you, they've caught onto something that's for sure but you don't know what it is and now they've completely ensnared you with a backhanded trick. There's no way out of this, you have no idea what it is Jean said to Reiner, the chances of you providing the exact same answer are slim to none.

"My memory is really fuzzy, I don't think Jean gave off much of a first impression so I've forgot." Your horrible excuse doesn't fly by, everyone simultaneously narrows their eyes in disbelief. What you've said isn't convincing at all.

Husband and Wife yet you've forgot how the two of you met?

Fidgeting with the ring adorning your finger the cool metal isn't doing a great job at alleviating the pressure of the situation.

"Jean said the two of you hit it off almost instantly. Who's being dishonest?"

Reiner's either lying to catch you out or he's saying the God honest truth and right now all you can do is hope and pray for a miracle to sweep you off your feet. Mikasa and Jean still aren't within view. At this point you're hoping for Levi to save you, it doesn't matter how so long as you escape unscathed.

"Hey, I think we're just making her anxious with all the questions." Armin is quick to side with you, deep down you know he only does so due to the respect he holds for his Commander. You thank the Heaven's for Erwin's admirable smile and commendable leadership, it seems to be the only reason Armin believes you and Jean.

"Or she's lying." Reiner's resting his head in one of his palms, he's still boring holes right into your frame.

Your eye twitches, this is all unnecessary and uncalled for, whatever it is Reiner wants out of you it better be worthwhile.

He still eggs you on. "You walked out of the Captain's quarters. I saw you."

Standing up and leaning forward you plant your feet to the ground as firmly as you can you.

"And if she did what's it to you?"

Fighting the urge to sigh in relief you've never been happier to hear Jean's voice but something's off. His breathing sounds heavy - like he fought his way to get inside. Turning only then do you notice Mikasa standing by him. She looks equally as exhausted. There's been some sort of a struggle.

"You think it was funny getting Annie to guard the door?" He heaves and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"And you think hiding secrets from the rest of us is any better?" Reiner's adamant there's information that the both of you are hiding, he's not wrong but that doesn't change that he's challenging you unprovoked without a reasonable motive.

"We're hiding nothing." Unlike you Jean is sure of his words, he's confident speaking up and he seems to be able to pull off the role of a protective husband perfectly.

“I came out of the Captain’s quarters because he had access to hot water. He said I could use his shower. That’s all it was.”

Reiner quirks an eyebrow upwards and is pleased with your answer. God you’ve said something incriminating haven’t you? It's not incriminating per se but it's without doubt malleable and easy to twist.

“Jean, you were okay with your wife doing that at the dead of night?” Reiner's still leading the interrogation.

“I was the one who suggested it.”

“I don’t believe you’re a couple." If it were Reiner who said that you wouldn't care much, after all it's pretty clear he never believed it but to your displeasure it isn't him who's spoken. Ymir's lopsided grin is all knowing and you're beginning to lose your footing in this argument any second now if any more people start to side against you.

If Ymir disagrees that almost certainly means Krista has her qualms about you too, you've observed beforehand that Ymir tends to speak for Krista on occasion. This happens to be one of those times.

Krista timidly raises her hand and Ymir gives her an approving nod encouraging her to speak.

"I don't like the conflict going on but it is suspicious..."

"Why have I only ever seen you two hold hands?" She asks.

Ymir slings her arm over Krista's shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, I tell Krista I'll marry her every day of the week."

Mikasa mumbles something unintelligible, Ymir gives her a look of warning but Mikasa doesn't seem to care. Instead she repeats what she has to say loud and clear.

"Stick to only speaking when Krista is involved."

Krista holds Ymir by her arm so she doesn't get up, she knows how she gets when she's been provoked. Even if Krista has her suspicions it isn't worth Ymir gaining a permanent penalty point on her record.

Thankfully Armin cuts in. "There's no solid evidence to show they're lying and even if they are the Commander's most probably told them to. Don't you think there's a reason? Leave it be if that's the case. I trust him with our lives."

"We have a right to know." Annie's returned and insists to keep this back and forth going.

Just as you're about to fire back Jean takes a hold of your waist, you look down and seeing his large hands planted securely around your frame has your stomach bubbling with anticipation.

"What are you— "

And then he kisses you, he doesn't ask and instinctively your arms move to whack his chest but you stop yourself in time. You realize it's for the sake of your plan not falling through and so you gently place your hands on his shoulders attempting to ground yourself. It becomes increasingly difficult when you sink deeper into the kiss than you'd like to admit. Blood rushes to the tips of your ears and the thumping of your heartbeat makes it difficult to articulate any thoughts, all you really know is that you like this, whatever this is.

Jean's hands don't feel like they were made to rest against your back, they feel slightly out of place as if he's a key and you're an unmatched lock. In spite of that the circles he comfortingly rubs into the sides of your waist are appreciated, you almost forget you're in a room full of people until you're flooded by cold air.

You've been dragged off of Jean and something in the pit of your stomach has you wishing Levi isn't responsible for the interruption.

To your relief it's just Hange, they're glowing in mischief, the grin on their face shows they aren't mad. They might even find this entertaining.

"Well I be damned... maybe they weren't bluffing?" Connie's been persuaded by the looks of it and Krista's busy whispering to Ymir, you hear the faint sound of the word "Romantic" escape her lips, she's equally as convinced as Connie.

Hange smacks your back light-heartedly and looks to the door for a second. "We leave ya' both for a while and you decide to give everyone a show?"

Erwin's stood by the doorway with a humorous smile playing at his lips, Levi however is anything but amused, he glares at you with murderous eyes, he looks like he's ready to end your life then and there but you know he won't dare do so and for a second you feel braver than you ever have before. Without much thought you grab onto Jean's forearm.

"Me and my husband will get going now!" You allow your gaze to loiter when you get to Reiner. He grunts an apology and you're oh so tempted to ask him to repeat himself but you'd rather not instigate anything.

With that said and done you and Jean leave after giving the performance of your lives.

Slowly but gradually the sky outside becomes dark.

The will to sleep left your body long ago. It's by pure luck that you even manage to catch three hours of rest. Training is the only available distraction and dying out in battle isn't favourable by any means, your boredom may as well be used resourcefully - Strapping yourself up in your ODM gear is the best option.

A quarter way through your warm up you can sense a presence behind you, the leaves rustle and the wind feels noticeably quieter. You'd bother to turn around to see who's intruded but Levi's snuck close enough for you to be able to smell his perfume from where you're stood.

"Feel disrespected? Embarrassed even?" You jab at him knowing it'll rile him up, you don't face him not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing your face.

"Watch your mouth." he warns sharply.

Rolling your eyes you go about your business, it stays that way for a few minutes. All the while Levi stares at you darting from tree to tree, his scrutinizing gaze scalding you repeatedly.

"Y/N!" He yells at the top of his lungs.

For some unknown reason you automatically stop and lower yourself to the ground

"I have something to tell you." Comes his tense follow up. A finger of his latches onto one of the leather straps on your back.

You can't believe he's still denying the undeniable.

"You can wait till tomorrow. I'll be going to bed."

Levi doesn't seem to care for your cold response and proceeds with no warning.

"I'm jealous." His voice shakes. The grip he has on your harness doesn't let up. With your back turned to him you're still somehow able to detect the very obvious crack of pain.

Levi, jealous?

Gritting your teeth together you feel deceived.

How much longer will you have to tolerate Levi's push and pull?

“May I ask, what he is to you, my love?”

Your breathing grows heavy, tensing up you're completely shocked by the term of endearment that falls from his lips. You haven't heard it for so long, Levi sounds eerily different.

You hate to admit it but a flicker of foolish hope lights in your chest.

"Levi why would you ask— "

"Why don't you call me Lev anymore?" He whispers sounding strangled. You can't take it anymore and hesitantly look his way.

His eyes are filled with tears "I'm sorry my love, I don't know what went wrong." you falter for a second not knowing what to think.

At that moment the flicker becomes a flame.

The man who stands right before you is meant to be dead, never to be seen again. By all accounts this should be impossible, but Lev has always been a fighter.

Bitterness stings your heart, the wounds you've collected are still fresh but despite your body's protests you don't flinch when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Lev...? Is that really you...?" You ask desperately.

The warm kiss he presses against your pulse point provides you with the answer you've been longing for.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Anon T here! Don't worry, I’m sorry I put that responsibility on you but I just wasn't sure. I joined a chat with people with my theme and they seem to relate to things I've done and I relate to them so there's a high chance. It does sound like an avoidance technique, though, because people in the chat lose interest in artists who come out, are out, or shows with lgbt couples. (I did this too. I refused to watch the second part of the 7th season of once because of Zelena's daughter. And I had to convince myself to keep enjoying Descendants after Dove casually mentioned she's bisexual in a live. Just when this happened I had no idea what was happening with me.) People reading this must feel like we're homophobes lmao. Thisbthemes often does and I understand why, but we’re not. Ocd IS a branch of anxiety and anxiety makes us avoid things.

If you think you have Ocd I suggest to look up ocd pages on instagram (a good one is anxietyocdtreatment) and see if anything resonates with you, cause this isn't fun :/ That’s how I found out and, honestly, now I'm connecting so many dots from my thoughts these past years. I didn't know this was OCD until a month ago, so I didn't know I was doing avoidant behaviors. Thankfully it didn't reach the point I had to avoid places or friends– some on the chat have)

I think I might've had (might have a little still) scrupulosity too at some point. I would just get these blasphemous thoughts while praying (Like F*** God over and over and got mad I couldn't control them) but didn't think much of it cause I saw a post on instagram that people had the same intrusive thought as me. The thing about Ocd is the persistence and the anxiety it causes. Those thoughts lasted weeks. Sometimes I still get scared when my mind for some reason just goes "Hail Satan" -oof just writing that sent shivers down my spine- but anyway oversharing again lol. I just want answer for my physical symptoms and then see if this is OCD. Thanks for listening ❤️

Hey, sorry it took so long to respond! I kept waiting for the moment when I’d have the spoons to give you a proper response, but I’ve been pretty drained a lot lately, so I’ll keep this short and simple: I’m so glad that you’ve found the answers you’re looking for, and that you have a support system now!!! <3 You’re still in my prayers. And thank you for the resources! 

Oh, also wanted to say that you don’t have to apologize!!! I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful!!! 

[addictofsupernatural]

The Southsider (pt. 4)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Now that an old secret is out, y/n's life takes some emotional turns in different ways, but Sweet Pea is there for her every step of the way.

Word Count: 1966

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

You stared blankly at the jacket, before trying to give it back to FP. "I don't know what you're talking about. My mom wasn't in the Serpents."

FP didn't grab the jacket. "She was, kid. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"No she wasn't. She couldn't have been." You felt your anger rise.

"Why is that?" Jughead asked. He sounded slightly offended, but you didn't care at this point.

"Because when we were getting beaten and bruised up, where the hell were the Serpents, hm? I didn't see them, or anyone, lift a finger for us. Isn't it one of your laws to protect one of your own? Clearly that can't be true because, guess what, she's dead." You were tearing up, your voice cracking. You hated people watching you cry, but today had been too emotional for you. You couldn't help it.

"She didn't tell us anything. She made it seem like nothing was wrong. Whenever we'd ask about you, she just said you were shy. She was always smiling we didn't think..." FP trailed off, tears in his eyes.

If you weren't so confused with your feelings, you would be comforting him right now. But you were, and so you didn't hold back what you wanted to say.

"Four years, FP. You kept this from me for four years. All this time I thought I had no one except you and Jughead, but even then I didn't want to be a burden. I could have had a family to go to, but you kept this from me. You took away an option that my mom could have wanted for me-"

"You don't think I know that?!" FP yelled. You flinched, backing up. You backed up into Sweet Pea, tears flowing down your cheeks. Sweet Pea unconsciously grabbed onto you. FP calmed down, instantly regretting yelling at you. That's something your dad must have done a lot. "Kid, I'm sorry-"

You slipped out of Sweet Pea's arms and opened the trailer, not looking back as you began to walk away. Sweet Pea bolted after you. "Y/n wait!"

You turned around, tears flowing down your face. He grabbed you and held you into a tight embrace. This caused you to just let go. You clung to him, letting all your tears out. He put his nose in your hair, kissing the top of your head.

When you calmed down you looked up at him. He wiped a tear from your eye. "Why are you still here with me?" You said in a hoarse whisper. "You see how broken I am, so why do you stay?"

"You're not broken. I don't care what you say about yourself. I like the way you can make me laugh, and the way you're so nice to everyone, and I like the way you get back up after being hit with something. You see something in me that I can't even see, and I do the same for you." He grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss.

You then rest your head on his shoulder. "It's starting to get dark. You want me to take you home?"

"Sure." You said quietly.

"Good. I kinda like it when you hold onto me." He smirked, causing you to smile. You two drove to your house, both seeing the paper that was taped to your door.

You both walked up and saw that someone had written Southside Skank on it. It was coincidentally in Reggie font as well. You sighed. "On second thought, maybe you should stay the night at my place. I don't like you being here alone tonight."

And with that you packed your toothbrush and a pair of clothes with you, riding back to Sweet Pea's trailer. When you got there you both sat down on the couch and Sweet Pea started asked you about your likes and dislikes, wanting to get to know you better. Once you answered a question, you asked one right back to find out more about him.

"It's getting kind of late, we should go to bed." Sweet Pea suggested.

"Sure." You looked into your bag, and wanted to slap yourself. "Dammit."

"What's up?"

"I forgot to bring something to wear to sleep."

"Just wear some of my clothes. It'll be hot." He smirked. There was a knock at the door.

"I'll go find something to wear." You said, after seeing his worried expression. He didn't want any more drama to happen to you today.

He opened the door. It was Jughead. "Look man-"

"I know she probably doesn't want to see me. I just want you to give these to her." He gave him the serpent jacket, the letter, and the camera. "I might have borrowed the camera for a bit." He said quietly.

He took all the stuff, not knowing what to say. "Could you tell her that I'm sorry, and that, uh, she does have a family?" Sweet Pea nodded in response.

He closed the door. You came out of the bedroom in just a big t-shirt, long enough to be just above your knees. He stared at you in awe. You were so beautiful to him. "Pea." You said sweetly.

"Yeah?"

"Eyes up here please. This is already embarrassing enough."

"Sorry." He gave you a shit eater smile. "You look pretty. Who knew you'd look so cute in my clothes?"

"Ha ha." You giggled. "Who was at the door?"

"Uh," he looked at you, unsure on what to say. You smiled and nodded, reassuring him that you'll be okay. "It was Jughead. He wanted to say that he was sorry and that you have family. He also brought some stuff."

You nodded and walked over to the table. "He took my camera?" You opened the camera, looking at the pictures in it. They were of you and your friends, including FP and Pop.

"Is it important to you?" He asked, wrapping his arms around behind you.

"Yeah. My mom gave it to me." You went to the very first picture. It was of a girl with a woman. They were both smiling. "That's me and her."

"Am I important to you?" He asked quietly against your neck.

"Mhmm." You smiled.

He then took the camera. "Then I think I should be in here." He turned the camera around kissing you on the cheek. You giggled. He then checked to see how the picture turned out. "You look good."

"You look better." You gently say. He gave you a peck on the cheek and went to change into his pajamas. He came out in pajama pants and a plain grey t-shirt, carrying a pillow and a blanket. He set the pillow down and laid down. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to bed?" You didn't want him to be uncomfortable because of you.

"What? No, c'mon." You took his hand, pulling him up. You lead him to the bedroom. "Lay down." He complied, intrigued. You got under the covers, facing the other way. "Good night."

He stared at you for a moment. "Night." He mumbled. You were so adorable to him, he couldn't help but stare at you.

His mind then began to wander to that note. He knew he shouldn't be nosey, but he couldn't help himself. After a while he waited until he knew you were asleep, then slipped out of the bed and went to the table in the kitchen. He opened it, reading every word. He smiled, thinking about how this could have a good effect on you. He hoped you took your mom's advise.

He went back to bed, to see that the covers were kicked off. The shirt was hiked up, and he saw your star wars panties. He held in a laugh. He looked at you, perfect as can be. He gently pulled down the shirt and put the blanket back over you, getting into bed next to you and holding you as you slept. "Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

You woke up to Sweet Pea holding you as you were snuggled up near his chest. You smiled, slowly getting out of his arms and off of the bed.

You sat down on one of the chairs at the small table in the kitchen. You took notice in the letter that was meant for you. You grabbed it, taking a breathe before unfolding it.

Dear Y/n,

Now that you're reading this, I didn't make it. I am so sorry for letting you live with the burden of your dad. I thought I loved him, but he changed. I should have told somebody what was going on. He threatened me using you if I told anybody, but I could have figured out a way. I'm sorry for that.

I was and will always be a serpent. My tattoo is on my ankle, in case you were wondering. I joined the Serpents when I didn't have anyone else to go to. They are my tribe. My family. Don't blame them for my death, they didn't know. I hope you accept this jacket and join the family that I loved as much as I loved you.

I will send this letter to FP, my best friend. I don't think I have much time anyway, your dad is drinking more often. FP will give this to you when he thinks your ready to join.

You have a very important choice to make y/n. Think it over, because it could be a best one you'll ever make.

Love, mommy

You folded the paper back and sighed. You weren't going to cry over this, you were done crying. The Serpents. They seemed important to her, and every Serpent you knew were full of trust and loyalty. The Serpents. Maybe you should join.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Sweet Pea asked, his voice thick from barely waking up. His hair was in a cute mess as he scratched his stomach.

"Just thinking." I gave him a small smile as he took out two bowls onto the table, pouring one with cereal and giving the cereal box to you.

"About what?" You poured the cereal, giving it to Sweet Pea, in exchange for milk. You poured yourself some, and he put the stuff back.

"About that jacket." He sat down and nodded. You two ate in comfortable silence. After you finished you got up and washed your bowl and spoon, heading for the bedroom.

"Star Wars, huh?"

"Oh my God! Sweets!" You slammed the door shut, changing into your clothes. Sweet Pea smiled. You came out in your regular clothes and pony tail. "Not cool." You gave him a kiss on the cheek, heading to the bathroom. You heard him laugh.

You both got ready, smiling to yourself as you saw Sweet Pea do his hair. It reminded you of Grease. He was just too cute in your eyes. He opened the front door, holding it open for you. "Ready?"

You hesitated, looking at the jacket. You couldn't help it. You let out a sigh and quickly stuffed it in your backpack after folding it. "Yeah." You looked at Sweet Pea, who had the biggest smile on. "Don't." You bit back a smile.

You two rode to school, and you were about to walk to class after hopping off, but a hand grabbed yours. "Wait!"

"What's wrong Sweets?" You asked sweetly.

"Nothing, I, uh, was wondering if you'd want to go on a date with me, tonight." He looked down at your held hands.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned against his bike. "I'd love to." He smiled, and was about to kiss you until the warning bell rang. "Gotta go." You pulled away.

"What?!"

"I'll see you later!" You said as you rushed away to your class, leaving Sweet Pea feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. He'll have to get you back for that.

The rest of this school day was about to be horrible for you. Just as you thought, the people of the Northside did not take kindly to those who are not their own.

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Author's Note: I was going to leave this on a bigger cliffhanger, but I figured I could push that for a little later in the story. For now let's focus more on fluff.

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