#thought it was jsut something up with me today .. no......

[spinecurlingmice]

everybody ive ever told abt my thing that toothpaste does to me sometimes has been like ?? maybe i should see a doctor

[monk--gyatso]

[hannamoon143]

Home in a stranger

Genre: angst, comfort

warnings: panic attack, shitty boyfriend (not jisung), crying, cursing, anxiety, breakup,

Summary: Your boyfriend Eunwoo is so nice, and he loves you a lot! Right…? Or he will break up in the shittiest way ever and give you a panic attack. Who is gonna dry your tears now?

A/n: okaay yalll, this won at the poll. i will contiue snow & sun soon i promiseee, but i had to write this.yes. Take care luvs<333

Your life had been a series of unfortunate events lately. You messed something big up at work, you had a little car accident and your car was broken now, and everyday was just another day with horrible things happening. And then there was your boyfriend Eunwoo. He had done nothing but texted you excuses whenever you asked him to meet, or wanted to tell him about your day. Yes, you were going tired of it, but you tried to excuse his behaviour. He had a busy job, and it wasn‘t easy for him either. Of course he didn‘t always have time for his clingy girlfriend. Yes that were his words, but you fully understood them. Or at least you wanted to.

Your friends had pointed it out a few times too. They had met Eunwoo a few times and everyone of them had a bad impression of him. Then last night, when you had slept over at your best friend yeji‘s, she approached you and told you that he was just using you. You had immediately brushed her off, and showed her the diamond bracelet he had bought you last month. Someone that didn‘t care about you wouldn‘t gift you something so expensive right? She had also pointed out how he never made time for you, but you excused him. As always.

You wanted to tell yourself that all of this were lies, because your friends didn‘t like him, or were jealous, or whatever. But you‘ve thought about it for some time now, and maybe…?

You got shaken out of your mind by the bus coming. You were relieved to finally get out of the biting cold. It was pretty full in the bus so you just sat next to someone, not really looking.

But you couldn‘t keep thinking about your boyfriend. You knew you weren‘t gonna get any sleep tonight if you didn‘t have reassurance that this was all just in your mind, and he loved you. So you took out your phone and went to Eunwoos chat.

Hi baby! Do you maybe wanna get dinner together today? We could go to that one restaurant you like. I want to talk to you <33

I don‘t have time, if you wanna say something, then say it now.

Okay, that was a bit harsh, but he was busy and probably really stressed right now.

Oh uhm okay… this is kinda hard over text…

Y/n seriously i‘m not in the mood for your games, just say it and don‘t act like a child.

That had hit you hard. You gulped but tried to mantain your composure. You had learned to not piss him off, so you shouldn‘t provoke it.

Okay so my friend yeji kinda pointed out that she thinks you aren‘t good for me and don‘t really love me and stuff, and not that i‘d believe it! But i jsut wanted to ask you..

God y/n you really do believe everything. I love you, your friends talk shit.bye

But eunwoo, you kinda always turn me down when i want to meet yk?

And? I‘m a busy man, and all the expensive gift i get you don‘t fall from the sky.

But i don‘t really know…do you really love me?

Okay i‘m getting tired of this. Y/n, your constant questioning and wanting reassurance and love is so pathetic and childish. Okay, maybe i just wanted a pretty souvenir on my arm, but you got lots of expensive things so don‘t whine now. We are done, there are other pretty dolls out there. Get your stuff from my apartment, thanks for being on my arm for a while,bye.

You didn‘t breathe. That wasn‘t true right? That was all just a stupid bad dream right? Never would he break up with you over text just like this, one little text for the last years spent together, and prove all the warnings from your friends right. Childish? Just a pretty souvenir?

Slowly you processed everything that had happened. You had just felt insecure and struggling lately and wanted reassurance but he was breaking up with you? You couldn‘t handle this. Not right now, not after everything your friends had said, and how you kept making up stupid excuses for him.

At this point the expensive bracelet on your arm felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Your face must have been paler than ever, and your hands were sweating and trembling. You didn‘t notice the man next to you first just giving you little looks but then he turned his head to you. In your mind was nothing fine right now. His texts, excuses, and everything raced in your mind. It wasn‘t true, it wasn‘t true, it wasn‘t. Suddenly the people in the bus were way too loud, and the fluorescent light way to bright and biting. Your breaths were ragged, and you slightly tilted your head down, closing your eyes, trying not to panic entirely. Your hands were fidgeting with the bracelet, wanting to rip it off and throw it away. You knew these. You had to deal with panic attacks earlier in your life, and you didn‘t get them often, but when you did, they were really really bad. Meanwhile the mans attention was fully on you. Suddenly you heard a honey like voice through the buzzing in your ears, your mind and all the noises.

„Hey hey, is everything alright?“

God how pathetic, you were having panic attack at a bus and a random man had to deal with you. You just nodded, not wanting to draw any attention to you further. But it was too late now.

„You don‘t seem like it. Panic attack, isn‘t it?“

His voice was calm, slow, but you couldn‘t get a response out. You felt like you were choking on your breaths, holding back tears, and your body was a trembling, sweating mess. The man didn‘t seem irritated though. He just nodded to himself. He was quick to take the headphones he had wore around his neck off, and he placed them over your ears. You looked up at him with wide eyes, but he just kindly smiled to you and said „I promise, it‘ll make it better.“ Then he started playing music. And he was right, his headphones had good noise cancelling and focusing on the music was helping a bit to drown out everything a bit. He gave you a sign that probably meant something like „Want to go out?“. You just nodded again.

Then he pressed the stop button and luckily there was a near busstop. You didn‘t question anything, and you also didn‘t care that you didn‘t even know this man, you were just glad someone was kind enough to not look away when you were having a panic attack. Something you‘ve never experienced before. The guy took of his hoodie jacket and threw it around your shoulders, as if to shield you from everything outside, guiding you out of the bus. There was something so familiar and tender in this motion, but you couldn’t really place it. It was already dark outside, and you were glad for it. He lead you to a bench, and your trembling knees finally gave in. He sat down next to you, gently moving the one side of the headphones back. He slowly started to speak.

„Okay, i need you to try and breathe for me alright? I know it‘s hard but try to listen to my breaths and mimic them.“ He looked into your eyes deeply. You tried to listen to his slow, steady breathing, and to do so too. But there was still something bugging you. The damn bracelet. As you were looking in these deep brown eyes, listening to the guys breathing, your thoughts disappeared, when also jsut for a while.

He slowly grabbed your hand, taking it in his, to make sure it was okay for you. He wanted to stop your fidgeting, looking down at the bracelet that seemed to irritate you so much. He looked at it, gave you a questioning look, and without words you understood each other somehow. You just nodded, and he took of the bracelet quickly, laying it on the bench next to you. You felt like a big weight was taken from you. Then he wrapped his other hand around yours too, and only then you noticed how cold your own hands were, and how warm this man‘s.

„You are doing great, that‘s good.“ He said, smiling at you. Your breathing had eventually evened out, the panic attack finally over. Staying back there was only a slight tremble in your body, and a unebelievable exhausted, hollow feeling.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in, smelling the faint smell of caramel like cologne from the jacket draped around your shoulders, quiet music still playing at one of your ears. Wasn‘t it weird?. This random man you had never seen before just comforted you more than your own boyfriend ever did in the past two years.

„That‘s it, you are okay.“ The man said, in that voice, that sounded like a soothing balm to your ears. His thumb absimendtly stroke your hand, the touch making you feel so cared for.

„T-thank you“ You finally spoke the first time to him.

„No problem, i wouldn‘t let someone suffer alone from a panic attack right next to me.“ That single sentence… You had a panic attack one time in front of your boyfriend.

After he called you a attention seeker and childish, you never did again. The thought that everyone seemed to care for you more than the man you had spent your last two years with, stung in your heart, and you couldn‘t help but tear up. The mans smile faded and he frowned.

„Hey hey hey, did i say something wrong? Do you want me to leave? Of course i can leave if you want! I didn‘t mean to be annoying or a creep or-“ You stopped his rambling with a quiet sob.

„Am i really that annoying and pathetic?“ You sobbed. You knew very well that it wasn‘t fair to take out all your emotions on this man, when he had already helped you so much but you just couldn‘t hold it in anymore.

You didn‘t expect it, but suddenly you felt two warm arms around you, and a hand caressing your hair. This felt so intimate, so comforting, also if you had no idea why. But you didn’t care right now, you didn’t care that you didn’t even know this man just one hour ago. This man felt so much like home. You leaned into his embrace. He smelled exactly like his jacket, warm, fuzzy and comforting. Quietly you were sobbing in his shoulder

„I probably don‘t really know you but if anyone ever makes you think this they are obviously an asshole and i would want you to leave them rather quickly. And you yourself should never think that in the first place. I‘m convinced you are a good person. Bad persons don‘t think about if they are good or bad.“ He mumbled, holding you tight and safely.

„Why are you so kind, you don‘t even know me.“ You sniffled.

„I don‘t know you, but i know how it feels. To be honest I’ve seen you sometimes the past days on the bus, and i always thought you looked so deep in thought, and somehow always kinda sad, so i started calling you the sad girl in my mind. And i think it was the biggest blessing for me that you got the panic attack in the bus, don‘t get me wrong, it must have been horrible, and it pained me to see you like this, but i finally was able to talk to you, and help you. I have no idea why you broke down, or who did this to you, but i know how it feels to feel like this. So i‘m just glad i could help you at least a bit, also if i‘m never going to see you again. I hope genuinely hope you‘ll be okay. I‘m jisung by the way.“ He pulled away a bit, and adjusted his jacket around your shoulders.

„Thank you so much, and I… i don‘t really know, but some reason you feel like home. You just helped me calm a panic attack better than anyone ever did before. I‘m sorry if that sounds crazy, but noone ever made me feel so comforted and cared for ever before. Can i…can i maybe have your number? And we could meet up sometime? I promise i don‘t plan on having another panic attack so soon. Oh and, my name is y/n.“ You joked a bit, hoping he wouldn‘t find you totally crazy. But jisung smiled, taking your phone and typing a number in.

„Oh, by the way you can keep the hoodie, i‘m glad i can be your home in some sort of way. Nice to finally meet you y/n“ He smiled, bright as if the sun and every single spring day was hidden behind his eyes.

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[seeingivy]

style

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

previous part linked here

an: this is 10k. I decided to leave the what am I to you scene for the next chapter bc of it...apologies....also I jsut wanted to post it bc I promised this at the beginning of the week and yday and now its been a long time coming

songs mentioned: style by taylor swift and glimpse of us by joji (minor mention of peace by taylor swift too)

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“Wait, so. I don’t get it. You’re basically…acting like a couple on purpose?” Zeke asks. 

Eren spares a weary glance to his parents, matching apprehensive looks in their eyes, as he slides the salt and pepper shakers towards Zeke. 

Leave it to him to bring up the elephant in the room. 

One mention of attending an award show or a red-carpet event had the three of them dropping everything to come to New York at the drop of the hat. Especially when Scott Clarkson was going to be attending. 

Levi was more than happy to oblige them at the hotel they were all staying at, much to Eren’s dismay, which left him in his current predicament. 

That unlike his friends, who were secretly letting him indulge in something he probably shouldn’t and turning a blind eye, the three of them were never going to let it go. 

Eren knew that part of what he was doing was wrong. That he was walking a very fragile line and that their concerns, in some sense, were very valid. 

He had promised you a show. The problem was that it wasn’t just a show for him. It wasn’t even the slightest bit difficult for him to give the public exactly what they wanted to see – to go above and beyond to prove that the two of you were better than ever. 

He wanted that deeply – for it to be true. Fervently, desperately. It wasn’t hard to pretend when Eren had spent a majority of his life thinking about you, about what this would be like, anyways. 

It started out simple. Eren offered to accompany you on your first walk out in public that morning – after watching you stare at the people through the window the entire morning. There was a big crowd lingering outdoors, supplied by rumors that the group of them were staying in the hotel, and he was positive that some part of it was making you feel green. 

That and the fact that as much as you could front, some part of this had to be some level of nerve wracking to you. You had put on a brave face very well, but Eren’s deep rooted fear is that this’ll just send you deeper into that cave you retreated into last time – and that you’ll leave him waiting outside again. 

So he offered to do your first paparazzi walk with you. Cited that it would have been the perfect thing to build up more publicity, give them a greater chance of stealing the morning headlines about how today was Hyla’s birthday and the buzz around what she was going to wear tonight. 

It gave him an excuse to make sure you didn’t run off this time – that he’d be able to catch you if something happened. 

Except Eren took it too far. He had given you the permission to pump the brakes whenever you felt like it was too much and the fact that you almost never did made it impossible for him to stop. So he pulled you close whenever the paparazzi were near, brushing his nose against yours as the two of you smiled sunshine into each other’s faces. 

It was a disaster waiting to happen. Though from Eren’s expert point of view, he couldn’t fall any more than he already had. 

The problem would come later – when it would just become another memory that he cherished, had to relive after he was finally denied the promise of your company and friendship for good. 

When the show ended in two months and when you would have no reason to talk to each other again. 

Eren shakes the thought from his head as he looks back up at them. 

“Yeah. But trust me, it’s actually working. The record label dropped Ricky James and now that Y/N promised them her new album, they’re going to sever ties all together.” Eren states. 

“I just don’t see what that has to do with pretending to date. You know, especially when you’re still in love with the girl.” Carla states. 

“It’s sadistic. Even for you.” Zeke states. 

Eren shoves him in the side. With his parents' eyes averted, he takes the chance to knee Zeke this time to catch his attention. 

Could you just back me up? Eren mouths. 

Zeke rolls his eyes, before quietly mouthing his response back. 

Okay, fine! Just relax. 

Eren turns back to the two of them, mustering his best smile. And hoped that deep down, that fleeting flare of hope that’s been burning in his chest won’t go to waste this time – that there are real grounds behind actually bringing Scott Clarkson down. 

“There’s a certain publicity that you can’t buy with people who have…such a drama filled history like us. We’re aiming for a solidified deal with Ethan Cole by the end of the Met Gala.” Eren states. 

He flinches when his dad drops the fork against the ceramic of the plate. 

“Ethan Cole? Are you crazy, Eren? He’s never going to agree to a deal with you guys.” 

“Maybe a little. But I think that we could do it. I spent years being played by idiots like Scott Clarkson – it’s not hard to tell that’s how he keeps people around. And…we have an idea of exactly how to do it.” Eren states. 

“I don’t know, Eren. I don’t exactly like this idea. I wouldn’t exactly put your hopes on this.” Carla murmurs. 

Eren gives her a smile, reaching to tangle his ankle with hers under the table. 

He gets it. Deep down, he does. Because the last time Eren did this – with the court case and Connie and Lana at his side – Eren was downtrodden when Scott Clarkson’s life virtually stayed the same. Almost everyone knew, or had some semblance of an idea, that Eren had sued him, that Scott had terribly wronged him. 

He had gone through the lengths of an entire court case, just for it to amount to nothing. 

He still had his career. He still had the movies, a beloved producing company, and the godawful tabloids that ruined Eren’s life. People continued to work with him despite everything that had happened. 

“I won’t be like last time. It…it almost feels better this time around. I have everyone around me and I don’t feel alone, so.” Eren adds. 

“Well, you weren’t exactly alone the last time.” Carla states. 

“You know what he meant. It’s different.” Grisha murmurs.” 

“I do think she can do it. These people only care about what makes them money or…or moves their business forward. No one can do that for them like her. And even besides that, she’s really earnest in the way she moves. I feel like people could even become more aware of this type of thing if she spoke out about it.” Eren finishes. 

Eren looks over, looking to his mom’s brown eyes hoping for her approval. He doesn’t exactly find it, but there’s a nod. He understands it all the same – that he’s the one who gets to make the calls here, regardless. 

“Oh, let’s all relax! If Eren wants to kiss her and run around doing god knows what, that’s his business! He’s a grown man.” Zeke adds, sliding one hand around his shoulder and using his free one to pinch his cheek. 

Eren seethes, stomping hard on his foot under the table. 

“I don’t kiss her.” Eren defends. 

“Not yet, you don’t. That’s for next month, right?” Zeke responds, with a wink. 

Is this what Zeke thought backing him up was? 

Eren can feel his cheeks burn. Leave for the empty spots in the script – that Levi had stated he had some special plan for – the last part of the show was almost finished. And much to Eren’s dismay, Hange and Levi overrode his opinion in the writers room and included a kiss in the script. 

He’s just hoping for his own sake that they end up cutting it before the day comes like they did the first time. There were only so many things that he could stomach. 

“That’s filming, Zeke. That’s different.” 

Zeke rolls his eyes. 

“Right.” 

Eren’s thrown out of the loop when the door swings open, with Connie and Mikasa barging in with you at their heels. The three of you look particularly disheveled – sopping wet from the rain outside, giggly smiles on your faces – as Connie and Mikasa shake their hands at the group of them. 

“We ran out of toothpaste over there, Eren. We’re just gonna take some.” Mikasa states. 

“You needed three people to get one tube of toothpaste?” Eren asks. 

“Well, I was going to come. Then, Connie decided he wanted to accompany me. And then Y/N realized we were going to get it from your room, then decided to come.” Mikasa responds, dragging Connie off to the little bathroom at the side. 

Eren lifts his head to find you standing at the door, with…an almost awkward look on your face. The big smile that he saw seconds ago was virtually gone. 

“You know what! I think Falco’s actually calling me…so I’m just going to…” 

“You should sit. Eat breakfast with us.” Carla states, gesturing to the empty seat at her side. 

That’s when Eren realizes it – and it sends an overwhelming amount of relief through him. That you didn’t feel awkward around him but around his family instead. 

Eren racks his mind trying to remember it – when you were with them last. And if his memory isn’t deceiving him, it was the last Thanksgiving that you guys were together, a snowy November years ago. 

And he gets it, the immediate nervousness. God knows he felt the same way around Falco and Colt when they arrived – after Levi hadn’t listened to his advice to not cast the two of them in the show. Just to spare him some torture. 

Levi, obviously, refused to listen. 

You always had your guard up around Zeke and if he knew you half as well as he thought he did, he knows for a fact that you must feel embarrassed to show your face around his parents now after everything that happened. 

“Mom, it’s okay. You can go see if Falco’s good, Y/N.” Eren affirms. 

Eren watches as your eyes meet his, slightly faltering before you shake your head and drag yourself to the table. From his peripheral, he can see that Zeke’s already too delighted for his own good as Zeke quickly offers you the seat at Eren’s side and sits directly across from the two of you. 

“Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Jaeger. I appreciate it.” you respond, smoothing the little cloth over your lap as you knit your fingers into knots. 

Eren busies himself with filling your plate, carefully sectioning small amounts of each dish, before he puts his hand in between yours. You welcome the touch, linking your fingers in with Eren’s under the table, as you shoot them all a smile. And Zeke’s godawful delighted smile back almost makes you sweat. 

“Eren. You should go check on Falco, since he was calling Y/N.” Carla states. 

“Huh? Oh, I-I’m sure he’s fine. Colt’s here and Gabi too, you know.” you mumble. 

There’s no way you’re sitting alone with his family. 

“I think Eren should check on him. That way, it won’t be in the back of your head while we talk.” Carla responds. 

Eren shoots you a questioning look at your side, as you release his hand, and give him a nod. You can tell that he’s hesitating, his movements painstakingly slow as he exits the room and closes the door behind him, leaving you with the three of them. 

“I apologize for that. He wasn’t going to leave unless you gave your approval.” Carla murmurs, as the three of them relax with his presence missing. 

Zeke takes the opportunity to take the seat at your side, filling the empty space Eren left. He leans closer, voice quiet as he whispers and nearly makes your heart drop in your chest. 

“Don’t worry. I’ve got your back. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to hold your hand under the table like he did.” 

You fight the urge to spit the water in your mouth straight into the glass – but swallow the shock and battery acid sensation down as you spare the two of them a glance ahead of you. 

There’s a twinge of regret – that at one point, you used to be like their chosen family and now it feels like you’ve allocated a lifetime of hurt to their son. 

“I want to start by apologizing.” you state. 

The two of them look up at you confused. 

“For?” Grisha asks. 

“Everything I did to Eren. I…I care for your son an awful lot, though it may not seem like that at times. And I hope that you know that even causing the smallest bit of pain is something that I have to carry with me everyday. Something I’ll spend a lifetime trying to rectify.” you state. 

Carla sighs, setting her fork down in her plate and crossing her arms against her forearms. You can tell that Zeke’s priming some sort of response against her just from the almost enraged look in his face and you make it a point to spare him a warning glance not to. 

Whatever wrath she had prepared for you was what you deserved. And just like Eren and Mikasa, you’d spend your entire life fixing it till it was better with her too. 

“I’m not going to pretend to understand what it was that happened between you and Eren. I can read news articles and watch interviews and documentaries but…it doesn’t exactly make sense to me. I can admit that. I don’t know why you broke up with him and…and I surely don’t know why Eren thought it was okay to say everything that he did to you.” 

“Oh. That’s nothing, really-” 

“I don’t understand how you guys can make these big, love confessions without even confronting each other in the first place. Because…you’re not together, right?” Carla asks. 

You bite down on your cheek. 

“That’s right. It’s just for the paparazzi, trying to build up the hype around-” 

“No, I get that part. But the interview, the documentary. You guys did that for each other, on some level. So I’ll ask again. You’re really not together?” Carla asks. 

You sigh. 

“No. I’m sorry. I…I haven’t thought much about that because I want everything settled before I even consider it. Being careless ruined everything last time…and I can’t afford to do that again. I want to be careful with his feelings this time around.” you state. 

Carla pauses, before standing up and joining you at your side. And you’re caught completely off guard when she wraps her arms around you, pulling you up until you’re nestled in her arms and she’s rubbing at the sides of your biceps. 

You forgot – she used to do this to you all the time.

“You…you’re a good girl. We’ve always loved you, always loved how Eren was around you, but…just be careful with our son, okay? I don’t want him to be hurt again and he’s sensitive, if that much wasn’t obvious at this point.” 

“I appreciate that. Really, I…I don’t think you guys understand what it means to me. And I won’t, I’m making my sincerest promise that I’ll try not to. He’s….he means the world to me. He’s been my best friend as long as I can remember and…no one is going to be who Eren is to me.” 

And for the first time, the two of them spare you a glimmering smile. 

“He feels the same way.” Grisha states. 

You sigh, offering the two of them a smile. And right on cue, Eren barges right through the door, the worry on his face melting as the two of you offer him a smile. You can tell that he’s a little confused – as he settles back into his seat and gives a questioning look to Zeke. 

The two of them return to eating, as you dig your own fork into the food and push it around. That’s when Zeke slides his arm around the back of your chair, leaning forward as he gives you a smirk. 

You can’t help but feel annoyed. Not in the genuine, hatred way, but in the same way you did when Colt used to tease you when you were a kid. 

“So…family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother? That is about me, right?” 

You roll your eyes, sparing him a laugh, as you elbow him in the side. 

“I’m so sorry to break your heart here, Zeke, but that line in peace was about Eren and Falco. Not about you and me.” you state.

“Yeah, dumbass. She doesn’t even like you.” Eren mutters. 

Zeke feigns hurt as he clutches his right hand to his chest and groans. You watch as Grisha rolls his eyes in front of you and Carla fights the urge to smile at his theatrics. 

“You’re a bitch.” 

“Language, Zeke! God.” the two of them cry, rolling their eyes at Zeke. Eren rolls his eyes as he stands up, stacking all the plates and placing them at the island as you turn back to look at the group of them. 

You shake your head, laughing, as you thank your lucky stars at how comfortable it is, that you’ve floated right back into the ease that you always seemed to be in when you were around them. And Zeke too, for the first time. 

Zeke spares you a genuine smile this time, as he gets closer to you. 

“I think that you and I could be really good friends. We both love Eren and…and maybe we haven’t always done right by him but…” 

You can tell that he’s getting tripped up by the words, that the sentiment that’s underlying is something the two of you have never really shared before. A closeness that brings you together. Because for you, Zeke was always something you needed to protect Eren from and for him, you were positive now, knowing what you did now, that maybe Zeke felt robbed of some part of that. 

Getting to meet his little brother’s first girlfriend. Tease him about it, give him some brotherly advice – the way Colt did with you. That maybe he wanted the relationship that Eren and Falco had with each other with you, if things were different. 

“Yeah. But…we’re going to do right by him this time. We’ll make sure of it.” you whisper back, averting your eyes to where he’s standing. 

Zeke breaks out into a smile, extending his closed fist out to you as you push your own against his. 

“One thing?” Zeke states. 

“What’s that?” 

Zeke has a nearly murderous glint in his eye when he says it. And it fills you up with a searing feeling of warmth. 

“You give that asshole Scott Clarkson hell. For all of our sake.” 

You give him a smile back. 

“That’s a promise, Zeke.” 

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Eren can feel himself sweating on the opposite side of the red carpet. The stickiness of the hairspray is sitting heavy in his hair, the collar digging into his neck, and palms embarrassingly sweaty as he stares at the group of people around him. 

Lana and Sukuna are fussing over fixing Connie’s outfit, Jean and Mikasa are taking shots at his side, and you can tell that Suguru Getou is truly cutting his losses at this point. 

Satoru’s wearing an outfit with literal, raw meat on it. 

“It’s camp!” Satoru whines. 

“That was the theme last year, dumbass. And it’s not camp, you’re just a nuisance.” Megumi grumbles, pinching his nose as he joins Eren at his side. 

Eren gives him a nod in acknowledgement, as he watches Yuuji at Satoru’s side, snapping excited pictures of Satoru’s meat hat and pokes his fingers into the red flesh. 

“Can you believe you’re dating that guy?” Eren asks. 

“Everyday I question my sanity.” Megumi mumbles. 

“Could be worse. You could be married to Satoru.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Suguru groans at his side, the two of them sparing a laugh. 

Megumi chooses to keep the comment to himself. He swallows, pointing out that you had said the same thing to the pair of them when Satoru dressed up like that godawful cat years prior. Megumi figures that he’ll keep this thread of your invisible string to himself, for the time being – that it might not exactly be productive for right now. 

Eren catches Levi’s head shifting towards him in the peripheral, as he looks over and tries to follow Levi’s line of vision. And feels his throat constrict as Ricky and Hyla walk past, the two of them sparing him and Lana a sickly sweet smile, and take their spots at the end of the line. 

Eren notes that despite the fact that you had side-swept all of her designers to work with you, naturally she still put together an outfit. He was hoping that it would be worse than it actually ended up being. Though he supposed the birthday girl would always get what she wanted in the end. 

“I’m ready to wipe that smug smile off of their fucking faces and I’m so serious.” 

Eren nearly jumps as he realizes you’re now standing at his side, your eye nearly twitching as you watch the two of them. But all he can feel now is his own throat itching, Ricky and Hyla the least of his problems as his skin ignites at the sight of you so close to him. Your flowery perfume is invading his senses, as he fights the urge to ogle your dress full on. 

“Y/N.” he whispers. 

“Do I look stupid? The underslip they had for the dress didn’t fit me because Hyla’s so much taller that they just…told me to wear this matching set. I feel like I’m going to be flashing everyone.” you mumble. 

“Better for you. You look fucking hot. And apparently, Hyla stole her dress from a piece that was already in the museum. I’m sure she’ll ruin it by the end of the night.” Lana states, as Sukuna joins her at the side and links his arm through hers. 

The two of them have matching stitching on their outfits, wedding rings sparkling on their fingers. Eren clears his throat, your eyes expectant as you wait for a response, and his head nearly spinning from the overstimulation. 

“She’s right. You’re beautiful.” 

“You can say she's hot, Eren. It won’t kill you.” Sukuna complains. 

Eren watches as your eyes widen, a soft pink blush running up your neck, as you avert your eyes. And Sukuna, naturally, ruins the moment by making gagging noises only to get smacked by Lana after the fact. 

The two of them shuffle off, giving you a thumbs up behind their backs, as you turn to each other. Eren links his hands in with yours, giving you three squeezes, as he looks down at the dark makeup smeared around your eyes, making your eyes appear even bigger and brighter. 

Eren gestures his head to the left, snaking his hand around your bare skin in the dress, and lines up directly behind Ricky and Hyla. And the two of you wait for them to walk out and follow directly after. 

It goes exactly how it thought you would. You haven’t walked a red carpet since the last awards show – and from what Eren told you – it had been years since he had too. 

It was simple. 

Seeing Hyla and Ricky at a carpet together was almost a given, almost too predictable. It would hardly spare a headline in comparison to you two – together. Years after the fact, with Eren’s documentary behind you. 

The clicking and the flashing immediately throws you off your guard, coupled with the screaming of your name, that you almost fall off the stiletto of your heels. But Eren’s quick with it, hands looped around your waist as he held you up against him. 

“Thanks. I-” 

“Don’t look at them. Just look at me.” Eren whispers, voice almost gravelly. 

“What?” 

“It’s better that way. Just act like you’re above them. Like you and I are the only people in the room.” Eren murmurs. 

You give him a nod, catching his drift as you follow his lead. And it almost works too well – easing your red carpet nerves when you literally don’t have to acknowledge them and just have to hold hands with Eren all the way down the carpet. 

Eren stops dead center, right before the steps, as you spare a glance over your shoulder. The group of them are following – Satoru’s raw meat causing a commotion at the start – and you turn back to him. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I know you just asked me to get you a necklace for the Ricky thing, but I actually did ask them to design a custom one for you.” 

You smile. You had made it a point – that you were going to stick it to Ricky for that stupid night that he left you drenched in the rain – but you failed to consider that this would happen. Though in hindsight, you should have expected it. 

Eren was always thoughtful when it came to things like this.

“Really?” you ask. 

Eren nods, as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the little charm necklace. You take it in his hands, admiring the little charm at the center, of the planet Saturn. You frown, turning it over in your fingers. 

“Does Saturn have some connection to Uranus that I don’t know about? I thought that I was supposed to be the moon.” you mumble. 

Eren laughs, as he shakes his head and gestures for you to spin around. You oblige, moving your hair to the side and feeling your cheeks heat up as the paparazzi snap what feels like hundreds of pictures – of Eren clasping the necklace and then pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. His voice comes out as a whisper on your skin as he pulls you closer to him, the two of you posing for the picture. 

“I mean, Marco was always a big fan of immature jokes. So I guess it does?” Eren states. 

You widen your eyes as you press your fingers to the charm, realizing what it means. 

Your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn. 

The last time that you were at the Met Gala was when you performed with Marco. You can feel warm tears accumulating in your eyes as Eren cups the side of your cheek, a soft smile on his face. He taps the little pin on the lapel of his jacket, a matching little saturn charm as you bite down on your cheeks and smile back. 

“He’s here with us. Haunting us from his grave like he promised.” Eren jokes. 

You give Eren a teary laugh. 

“Yeah. I think he is too.” 

You lean your head against Eren’s shoulder, as the two of you walk straight up the stairs into the venue. There’s a glimmering chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the stage decorated a sparkling silver. 

“Do you have a Maya Angelou quote for me? She always was Marco’s favorite.” 

Eren smiles. 

“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refused to be reduced by it.” Eren states. 

--

Falco and Colt are the ones by your side backstage. You can feel your hands shaking, throwing the mic from one hand to the other, as the two of them lean their heads against yours. 

You’re performing for the first time in years. Since you performed the grudge, at that godawful awards show years ago. 

You choose to use the wall of pictures as a distraction. One of your favorite things about performing at the Met was that they took pictures of each of the performers and pasted them to the big walls behind the curtains. People would sign the walls, the pictures themselves – to mark that they had performed here, to immortalize themselves on the wall. 

And it takes a few seconds, but you find the picture dead center. Of you and Marco. The two of you are hugging each other, cheeks pressed together with pink, teary eyes, with your names scribbled in Marco’s loopy handwriting underneath. 

seven by y/n l/n ft marco bodt 

And directly next to it, is a picture you’ve never seen before. Of Eren and Marco – their hands clasped together – and the same loopy handwriting underneath with the song. 

“He didn’t want to take that picture. He…he made me do it. Said he should still remember the moment, even if he wasn’t at his best.” Armin states. 

“Oh. Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Just checking you’re okay. First time performing and all that. And I was back here with you the last time this happened too.” Armin murmurs. 

You smile, lacing your hand through his as you both stare at the pictures of Marco and you wrap your arms around Armin at the first sound of his sniffling. 

“Well, this is hardly about me performing, Armin.” you mumble. 

Armin gives you a watery laugh, before pulling back and wiping the wetness on his face away. 

You frown as you lightly dig your elbow into his side, trying to gesture him into talking. 

You were a little harsh when you talked to him last – when you had to convince him to finally forgive Eren. You regretted it after, being so rigid and forcing him into it, but you figured direction was what Armin needed at the time. 

“Marco said that even though that moment was bad for Eren, that even though he felt like he was never going to recover, there would be a day that he looked back on it and would relish in the fact that it was never going to be like that again. I hate the fact that Eren’s probably having that moment right now and shit is still so awkward between us that I can’t even tell him that I’m happy for him.” Armin murmurs. 

You stare at the pictures. 

“I didn’t realize you were…with Eren that day.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I was. I called him a lot after the whole Girlfriend thing, he was kind of convinced that we all hated him. And I did the same when the whole Satellite Port thing happened too.” 

Armin pauses. 

“I was always there for him, until I wasn’t. And I feel like I’m fucking groveling but things still won’t be the same between us.” 

“Well, don’t lose hope about that. Mikasa and I-” 

“You and Mikasa are different. You’re…you overlook things easier than we do. Mikasa wanted you to be her maid of honor again after you said you wanted to sleep in her room – just because she realized you still loved her. Even if Eren knew I loved him, I doubt that would fix what happened with us.” 

You lean your head against your shoulder. 

“Did you finish the script yet, Armin?” you whisper. 

“What?” 

“Did you finish it?” 

“Yeah.” 

You look over at him and smile. 

“That last conversation? Between your character and his? He wrote that all on his own. It’s obviously a little bit more dramatic than he intends it but…the premise is still there. You and him, still best friends at the end of it.” 

Armin looks back at the pictures, running his hands through his hair, and ruining any semblance of styling in his golden locks. 

“You think Marco would be pissed at us? All of us?” Armin mumbles. 

“No. I know he would have loved to seen us all reconcile. That he would have been really happy for us.” 

Falco and Colt give you a gesture over your shoulder, as you shoo Armin back to his seat, and readjust the feathers on the sleeves of your dress. You give Colt a smile as he hands you the last piece of the outfit, the glittery garter belt that you wrap over your thigh as you take your cue. 

--

Eren gives you props for hundreds of things, but this one specifically. It was hard to find something that you were bad at, since it felt that you were naturally skilled at everything, but when he watched you, like this, he couldn’t help but feel like you were born for it. 

You really knew how to put on a performance. 

It’s pitch black, leave for your purple silhouette against the back of the stage. Of your fingers running across the neck of the guitar, playing the opening notes to the song Maki requested days prior – that you named Style. 

Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where it leads, but I Watch us go 'round and 'round each time 

Eren watches as you pause, the entire backtrack and music stopping, as the entire crowd jumps to his feet and starts hollering for you when they finally shine the lights on you. Eren watches as you give everyone a little wave, pressing your hands to your cheeks unable to contain your smile before you gesture for everyone to be quiet so you can keep singing.

And feels his chest fill with immense pride as you walk all the way down the stage, fingers fast and smiling from ear to ear as you sing again. He can’t help but feel embarrassed as the group of them – Connie, Reiner, and Jean – start smacking him on the back, screaming about how crazy his girl was. 

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

When you reach the end of the stage, Eren watches as you slightly trip on your steps, before averting your eyes down to your leg. In the mess of walking and the notches on the guitar, a part of your stockings had ripped. 

Eren was impressed that you were still singing, as you reached down and took the halves of the garter belt in your hands, before you started looking out in the audience. And Eren can’t help but feel like in that moment, that some divine power might actually be real. 

Because three years ago, it was Hyla’s birthday and he was stuck at a dinner table thinking about you. About how he’d never feel that rush, that thrilling electricity that seemed to thrum in his veins whenever you looked at him. 

And he knows for a fact that really, it almost has to be real – a higher power that was looking out for him the entire time. Because years after the fact, he’s sitting here, blushing profusely as you throw the garter belt to him to catch, before you like down on the stage and scream your heart out. 

To a song that you wrote about him. 

Take me home Just take me home Yeah, just take me home Oh, whoa, oh (Out of style)

Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down (now we go), we come back every time  'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style 

--

--

“Ethan Cole! You’re just the person I wanted to see.” you state. 

Fresh off of the performance, with the little note card tucked in your hand, he’s the first person that you beeline towards. 

On first impression, he’s younger than Scott Clarkson by a landslide – beachy, golden hair as he stands from his share to take your extended hand. 

“Y/N L/N! Quite the performance up there, my daughter is a huge fan. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Ethan asks. 

You give the girl at his side a warm smile, the girl barely above the age of fifteen, as you turn back to him. 

“You know, I’ve really missed doing romantic comedies. I’ve heard that’s your forté,” you state. 

“Is that right?” 

“As fun as Attack on Titan can be, the drama can…be a little draining. I would love to get behind you if you produced a romantic comedy that I could star in.” 

You watch as he pinches his smile, eyes strained as he looks around the room. 

“I’m not sure how keen…some people at the company would be about that.” Ethan murmurs. 

“Who said you had to do it with them?” you state. 

“Huh?” 

You give him the best, most sickly sweet smile that you muster. “Who said…you have to do it with him?” 

You pull the little note card out of your backpocket, with your phone number scribbled over the top, and hand it to him. 

“You could easily produce it on your own. And if it was a star studded movie, you could avoid the risks of being associated as a start-up all together.” you state. 

Ethan pauses, for a while. 

“My own company?” 

“That’s right. You’re young, younger than your competition, and with how things have been going lately…I’m doubt they’ll stay afloat longer. If I were you, I’d capitalize on the fact that your own competition is about to be eliminated.” you state. 

You can tell that he almost doesn’t believe you. 

“I’ll have to think about it.” Ethan states. 

“Sure thing, Ethan. If the situation was right, I could even be persuaded to get some of my….friends to join. And I know you’re a smart guy – there’s some publicity that other people couldn’t even dream of buying.” 

You spare a glance over your shoulder to Eren at the stage with Lana, as she takes her seat at the piano and Eren begins adjusting the microphone at the stand. 

“I look forward to talking to you, Ethan.” 

And you give him a sickly sweet smile before you walk away. You settle back into your seat next to Levi and Connie – who had decided to take Eren’s open seat while he performed. 

“How did it go?” Levi asks. 

“He didn’t buy it.” you state. 

Levi gives you a terse nod, as you shake your head and readjust your seat to face the stage. Connie pulls his seat up right next to yours, the two of you giving each other a smile as you link your arms together and lean your head against his shoulder. 

“It’s your song!” you whisper. 

Connie leans his head on top of yours, voice quiet as Lana starts playing the piano. 

“It’s actually not. It’s even worse.” 

“Huh?” 

You lift your head off of his shoulder to eye him, and he only smiles, deviously, in return. 

“Let’s just say if it was my birthday today, I’d commit a murder after this.” 

You turn back to the stage, eyeing the little star decals hanging from the little ceiling, and watch as Eren nervously shakes his hands, before placing them on the mic stand. He turns to his left, giving the group of you a smile, before he starts. 

“I wrote this song exactly five years ago today when I was twenty. I was stuck at a birthday party, with a bunch of people I hated, and all I could think about was how I just wished that I was somewhere else. And really, I was hoping that the person that I really wanted beside me, had some semblance of that feeling about me too. This is my new song, it’s called Glimpse of Us.” 

When you're out of sight In my mind

'Cause sometimes I look in her eyes And that's where I find a glimpse of us And I try to fall for her touch But I'm thinking of the way it was Said I'm fine and said I moved on I'm only here passing time in her arms Hoping I'll find A glimpse of us

Eren always claimed that singing was never his forté and even from the way he moved – you could tell that he clearly felt more comfortable when he was acting. That he most definitely believed that his talents lied on a set rather than on a stage. 

And for maybe the hundredth time, it’s clear that Eren’s own visions of himself have clearly limited him. 

Because he’s beautiful. 

The stage design makes it look like he’s suspended in the sky, in between the moon and the stars, and the lack of production to the song – the fact that it’s just his voice and Lana’s fingers on the piano is chilling. 

It reminds you of that song that he wrote for you on the beach. 

Eren dislodges the microphone from the stand, tossing Lana a smile over his shoulder, before he walks directly to the edge of the stage that’s closest to you and Connie. And uses his hand to gesture for you to come closer, as he takes a seat and dangles his legs off the edge of the stage. 

You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach as you pull your chair closer to the stage, right until you’re looking up at Eren from your little seat and he’s looking down at you. And as he sings, he reaches down and places one of his hands on your cheek – the biting cold of the rings on his fingers cooling the warmth on your cheek – but doing nothing to help the burning in your chest from his dark green eyes, filled with such warmth and sincerity that it makes your heart race. 

You bring your own hand up to where his is on your cheek and he gives you a dimpled smile in return. 

'Cause sometimes I look in her eyes And that's where I find a glimpse of us And I try to fall for her touch But I'm thinking of the way it was Said I'm fine and said I moved on I'm only here passing time in her arms Hoping I'll find A glimpse of us

When he finishes, you press a kiss to the top of his knuckles and try to memorize the way the smile spreads across his face.  

--

Your last chance to convince this cowardly idiot Ethan Cole to agree with you guys is at the afterparty for the Met Gala, which coincidentally, you’ve never attended. 

The last time you were here, the entire ordeal was so draining – considering it was the first time that you had seen Eren since you broke up and you were here with Ricky – that you just skipped the party afterwards and went home. And you would have done the same thing now, since your hair was feeling sticky and your legs felt like lead from the heels, but you had to give it one last shot before you left. 

You had taken Mikasa and Jean’s lead, and decided to take four shots with them, by the time the party was in full swing. And right before the fifth, Eren suddenly materialized after being missing for the first half of the party and slipped it away from your nimble fingers and downed it himself. 

“Are you drinking?” he asks, shaking his head from the burn, before handing the glass back to Jean. 

“Well, obviously not if you’re taking my glass.” 

Eren reaches forward, fingers on the little ribbon around your neck, before you smack his hand off. 

“I like the outfit. It’s like the scarf from the show.” 

“That’s the point.” you state. 

Eren rolls his eyes as you both lean back against the wall, eyeing the crowd of people in front of you. 

“You should have told me. I would have matched.” Eren states. 

“How are you supposed to match? Your costume on set doesn’t have something as…obvious like the scarf.” 

“I would have just done the titan marks and called it a day.” Eren mumbles back. 

You nod, mulling over the idea, as you reach for the back hanging around your shoulder. And luckily for you, your lipstick is still in the bag – though most of the time, the bags that you have on red carpets have literally nothing on them – and instruct him to crouch so you can reach. He obliges, flashing you a smile, as you intently focus on drawing the lines under his eyes. 

Eren takes the distraction – the focus that you have from drawing on his face – and uses it to observe you. 

“Did you like my song?” Eren asks. 

“You’re insane. Did you really write that five years ago or did you make that up?” you whisper. 

“Nope. I wrote it after the last Met Gala, I think Hyla’s birthday was like a week or two after that.” he mumbles back. 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, what you were hoping was actually true. When I was at that Met Gala, I really just wished that I was with you, sitting with the rest of the cast.” 

Eren laughs. 

“Who said the song was about you?” Eren jokes. 

You pause, only to look up to glare at him, before you lightly shove him. And you can tell that he’s joking but it’s still irritating. 

“You’re such a dick, sometimes.” 

“You were thinking about me?” Eren responds, closing his hand around yours and snatching the little tube of lipstick from your hand. 

He lifts his phone up, looking at the reflection from the screen of his phone, as he messily finishes off the marks on the other side, more messy and jagged. And as annoying as he is, it’s extremely attractive when he does it – capping the lipstick and curling it back into the palm of your hand. 

“You wish.” you respond. 

Eren leans against the wall and you join him at his side, the two of you eyeing Ethan Cole at the end of the hall, with Ricky and Hyla posted up on the other side. You can’t help but seethe with anger as you watch the two of them together, curling your hands into little fists at your side. 

“I saw that video that was going around on Twitter a little while ago. Of you and Ricky, last time you were here.” Eren responds. 

“What video?” 

“It was on the red carpet. He like…grabbed your arm and shoved you.” Eren clarifies. 

“Oh! That’s right. He was trying to introduce me to John and I said some crap about him to Historia. Then, he got all pissed saying that I had to be nice to him or whatever since he was nice to you guys.” you respond. 

Levi and Hange walk up to the pair of you, arms linked together, as you straighten up. The two of them had weary eyes, focused on Eren, as they look around. 

“Eren. He’s here.” 

“Who’s here?” you ask. 

“Scott Clarkson. He just walked in – guess he’s not deciding to skip after all.” Hange responds. 

Eren leans forward, angling his head over the crowd of the people, towards the opening at the front of the hallway and feels his throat turn to sandpaper. Eren clenching his fists so hard that he’s sure he’s drawing blood, the entirety of the conversation almost lost to him as he feels himself nearly losing balance on his legs. 

“You’re free to leave, Eren. We have a car ready for you. If you want to stay, we’re here with you.” Hange states. 

You look around to the other side of the room to find Connie talking to a group of people, none of which you knew. Mikasa and Jean are a few feet away – but clearly drunk out of their mind – and you can’t seem to find anyone else who could stay with him. You jerk your head back, to the two of them. 

“Listen. I’ve got Eren. Could you guys check that Connie’s going to be fine?” 

Hange and Levi turn their heads to the side, giving you a nod, as they speed walk to the other side of the room and you link your arm in with Eren’s. He’s still staring at the other side of the room and you lightly tug on his arm to catch his attention, his eyes almost dazed when he looks at you. 

“Sorry. Did Hange and Levi say something?” 

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay. We can leave if you want to, there’s a car and everything.” 

“No…no, we didn’t talk to Ethan Cole yet. And, it’s fine.” Eren responds, shaking his head. 

It’s not that Eren’s exactly scared of Scott Clarkson, though there was a point in time that he most certainly would be. It’s more that he’s intimidated by what could go down, because while Eren knows that he isn’t exactly being swayed by him anymore, it’s a debilitating reminder every time he makes a comment that sends Eren tumbling back down. 

“Lana and Sukuna are together. I sent Hange and Levi to check on Connie. And I’m here with you, so…so all the bases are covered.” you respond. 

Eren smiles. 

“You’re here with me? What are you going to do?” 

“Punch him in the face.” you respond. 

Eren laughs. 

“Are you crazy?” 

“Do I look like a comedian to you?” you ask Eren. 

“You look more like a clown to me.” 

You feel your eyes widen, as you turn to your side and find Hyla and Ricky standing right to the left of you and Eren. You’re not sure what it is, but Eren suddenly squared his shoulders back, muscles tense at the sight of them. 

“Do you need something?” Eren asks. 

Hyla rolls her eyes as she looks at Eren, before turning back to you. And her eyes flicker to the necklace around your neck, before she looks back up at you and smiles. 

“Cute necklace!” 

Eren grins at your side. They took the bait. 

“Do you like it, Ricky? It’s custom Tiffany. I had it made special for Y/N myself.” Eren asks. 

You watch as Ricky furrows his brow, slightly clenching his jaw and nearly pink in the face, as he rolls his eyes in response – very clearly understanding the reference. 

“I don’t know where the fuck you think you get off, Eren. Need I remind you, that while I was at the top of my fucking career you were cleaning up a baby’s diapers.” 

You watch as Eren’s eye twitches, knuckles white at his side as he doesn’t respond. And it only gets more agitating since Ricky clearly gets off on the fact that Eren refuses to fight back, and takes it as an invitation to keep going. 

“Seriously, dude. You started at the fucking top of the food chain – your parents are literally Grisha and Carla Jaeger – and yet you’re slumming it with Lana and Sukuna. Lana’s quite literally the biggest bitch I’ve ever met in my life. Don’t pretend like you’re both not trying to get your five minutes of fame by talking about me. And don’t even get me started on how pathetic Sukuna is for what he said in that dumbass documentary the two of you made. Donating to sexual assault victims won’t fix a lack of talent.” 

“Where do you get-” 

“Y/N.” Eren states, silencing you all together. 

“That’s right, Eren. You better keep my sloppy seconds-” 

Ricky doesn’t get to finish the statement, because Eren’s punched him in the face. Not once, not twice, but three times to the point where he’s tackled him onto the floor, a bright red decorating his knuckles. 

“Y/N. What the fuck? Get him to stop!” 

You know that it’s petty. That maybe if you were a little bit of a better person, you actually would have asked Eren to stop. But Ricky James was quite literally the worst person you had ever met and deep down, there wasn’t even a single part of him that didn’t deserve what he was getting right now. 

You crouch down on your knees, Eren momentarily stopping to look at you, before you shake your head and look down at him. 

“I’m so sorry, Ricky. I don’t think I can do that right now.” 

Eren smiles, as he lands one more punch, before a very drunk Jean and Reiner are able to pull him off – Maki and Pieck at your sides as they rub into the softness of your arms. You shake your head, signaling to them that you were fine, as Eren looks over at you over the accumulating crowd of people, and gives you a gesture. You nod, as Eren extends his hand out to you, and the two of you walk to the other side of the room. You eye the blood on Eren’s hand, all Ricky’s you’re sure, as Eren stops at the table and starts filling the cups with the lemonade. 

“We need a drink.” Eren states. 

“That’s what got you pissed off, Eren? When he started talking bad on my name?” you mumble. 

“I love your name.” Eren defends. 

You smile. 

“Though, I always felt like it’s missing something.” Eren adds. 

You roll your eyes. 

“And what’s that, huh?” 

“My last name.” Eren responds. 

Eren watches as a blush creeps over your cheeks and try not to laugh when you mutter something that sounds an awful lot like fuck you under your breath as he passes you one of the glasses of lemonade. Which is right when Lana comes up and snatches the glass from his hand and slams it down on the table. 

“Are you a fucking idiot, Eren?” Lana seethes. 

“What?” Eren responds, giving her an annoyed shrug back as he takes the glass back and hands you one. 

“You promised, Eren.” Sukuna responds. 

“You two can get your panties out of a twist. I didn’t break any promises.” 

“Do you think I’m blind, Eren?” Lana asks. 

Eren rolls his eyes, as he leans down, bringing his face closer to Lana’s. It’s the same thing that Colt does to you – on the rare occasions that he’s able to prove you wrong. 

“You made me promise that if Ricky said anything about Teddy or you, I wouldn’t say anything. And Sukuna made me promise that if Ricky said anything about him, I wouldn’t do anything, because it would upset you.” Eren states. 

That’s why he didn’t say anything. 

“Our princess over here didn’t force me to make any promises like that. So the second he called her sloppy seconds, I did what I had to do.” Eren responds. 

Lana’s eyes widen, as she turns her head to you. 

“What a dick. Are you okay?” Lana asks. 

“I’m fine. He said worse about you guys, I wanted to punch him myself.” 

Eren smiles, as he leans down to look at you. 

“Too bad. He’s getting escorted out on his ass now, so you lost your chance.” Eren responds, pointing towards the door. 

And surely enough, the security are taking him out with his hands secured behind his back – no thanks to the obscene screaming he’s doing – while Hyla looks maybe the most irritated you’ve ever seen before. She spares you one last glance, to which you and Eren respond with glimmering smiles, before she walks out. 

Lana gestures towards the bathrooms as Eren follows, presumably to wash his hands, leaving you and Sukuna by the table, nursing the little glasses of lemonade in your hands. And wordlessly, you extend your glass out to Sukuna – and thank your lucky stars that he understands – as he pulls the little flask from the pocket and pours it into your drink and then his. 

“Eren’s been waiting for that one.” Sukuna states. 

“I’m shocked you haven’t.” you respond. 

“Maybe before. But you know, with the kid, you have to be a good role model and all that. Plus, I hate when Lana lectures me because she gets really mean.” 

You snort. 

“I’d be scared of her too.” you respond. 

“Speaking of scared, how many drinks until he falls off?” Sukuna asks, pointing to the left. 

You follow his line of vision to find Yuuji standing on top of the bar, tie loosely hanging around his neck and pink in the face with Satoru, as he sings along to the music playing from the speakers. 

“Which one are you talking about? I think they’re both well past that point.” you respond. 

“Yuuji, obviously. I’m going to stop him before he ends up on a headline.” Sukuna responds. 

“You have fun with that. I’ll watch from over here.” you respond, as Sukuna walks away. 

When you scan the room for Ethan Cole, you find that he’s already looking at you. You give him a polite wave, positive that whatever Eren just did with Ricky James must have swayed him some type of way, as you lean back against the edge of the table. And the table dips slightly under you, nearly making you spill the glass of lemonade, when you find Scott Clarkson leaning against at your side, his beady eyes fixed on you. 

“Y/N. It’s nice to see you.” 

“I’m so glad you were finally able to learn my name.” you respond.  

Scott clicks his tongue in his cheek, before extending his hand out to shake it at you. You begrudgingly oblige, skin curling with disgust as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, and leans back. 

“I’ll admit, I had you pegged all wrong in the beginning. But I’m sure that you can understand, it can be so hard to trust new and upcoming talent like that when you run a big company.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” you deadpan. 

“I think we should let bygones be bygones. I even think that we could be useful to one another. If you really wanted full ownership of your albums back, I could get it for you. Just a few movies, here and there, and they’d be back in your hands.” 

You feel your throat dry. 

“What did you just say to me?” 

“I’m sure you know I am well acquainted with Danny and Sareen. I’m sure I could persuade them, after a little give and take.” 

You thank the heavens that the stylists had stacked each of your fingers with a perfect set of silver rings. You sure it made it hurt even more when you slapped him across the face. 

“You have some nerve, you asshole. Don’t even think about-” 

You feel a set of arms on your biceps, squeezing hard, as you turn your head to find Levi at your side. You shake your head, turning back to Scott, who no whas a group of people around him, inspecting the red mark you’ve left on his cheek. 

“Levi. Fucking, get off.” 

“This is not the time for this. You and Eren are leaving, you’ve had too much to drink.” Levi responds, pushing you out into the cold air outside the hall and near the taxi. 

Eren’s leaning against the car door and he quickly jumps up at the sound of your voice, meeting Levi at your side. 

“Did you hit him, Y/N? They’re saying that you hit him.” 

“I slapped him.” 

Eren pinches his mouth into a line. 

“Did he hit back?” Eren asks. 

“What? No. Levi started yanking me off of him before I could get another one in.” 

Eren passes Levi a thankful smile, before ducking your head into the taxi, and tuning back into your rambling. 

“He’s such a dick. He fucking had that coming, trying to offer me a career like I don’t know who he is and what he fucking does. Like really, even down to being an opportunist, does he really think I care about my album that was already stolen from me over all of my friends? Over you? I think he’s a psychopath and we didn’t even get to solidify the deal with Ethan Cole or-” 

“Okay, Y/N. Relax. It’s-” 

“We have to do something to get his attention. Something crazy. I have an idea but…you have to follow my lead, okay?” 

Eren’s slightly hesitant. Only because he can tell that you really are tipsy from the light pink tint in your cheeks and the way that you’re shaking your legs. But he hates to tell you no, especially when you’re staring at him so expectantly, waiting for an answer. 

And when you drag Eren into a sweaty tattoo parlor, Eren realizes that maybe you’re well past tipsy. 

“I technically picked what we did last time, Eren. So it’s your turn. Just make sure it’s something like…fucking crazy. Like iconic.” 

Eren has an idea. But he can’t say it. Because you can’t possibly get that tattooed. And he’s sure that it’s showing on his face, because now you’re giving him an excited smile, jumping up and down on your feet waiting for him to tell. 

“Oh my god. What is it? Tell me right now.” 

“Uh. The moon and the ocean.” Eren responds. 

You frown. 

“We already basically have that as a tattoo, Eren. With the fish? And I can tell that’s not what you were going to say.” you respond. 

Eren sighs. 

“Y/N. It’s too much.” 

“Nothing’s too much! Come on, it’s you and me that we’re talking about. We got fucking matching tattoos when we were like eighteen and released songs about quite literally fucking each other on the same day! We can get a crazy tattoo!” 

“You’re so crass when you’re drunk, Y/N.” 

“The word Levi used was homicidal.” you respond. 

Eren sighs, as he tells you his idea, and watches your face light up. And after the fact, Eren can’t help but feel like he’s on top of the world.

Because for a second time now – the two of you are running down the streets, bathed in the dim lamplight and laughing into the night. Matching tattoos of each other’s names on the inside of your lips, a confession on the tips of your tongues like you were two soulmates destined to be together.

That’s the moment you’re able to coin it. 

You’re head over heels in love with Eren Jaeger. Again. Maybe even worse, more desperately than the first time.

And as the perfect cherry on top, Ethan Cole sends you a message confirming the deal the following morning.

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next part linked here

an: are you catching my hint for the songs in our next chapter.....which is an AWARDS SHOW CHAPTER ARE WE READY. and don't worry....scott clarkson and danny/sareen welcome to your tape...this next chapter is for you

(pls tell me someone gets the pussy joke that megumi made and that im not just horrendously chronically online)

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[persephonyed]

it wasn’t ideal, none of this was, and jules was half convinced their rooming assignments were just a cruel joke the rest of their friends forced upon them. either way, there was apparently no budging or rearranging — she’d already checked. so jules’ only resolve was to plug her nightlight in and drown herself in a good book, hopefully managing to ignore her roommate nightly until the trip was over. if they only had to sleep in the same room, they could still manage to hate each other in silence, right? it didn’t seem like the hardest task. that is, until freddie decidedly ruined the plan jules had silently set into action, piercing through her once strong resolve and annoying the girl immediately. “you’re not one of those people who bitches about every little thing possible, are you? oh wait,” jules shot back, glaring at the other over top of her book. she could have approached the situation differently, but when it came to freddie, all bets to keep her hostility at bay were off. and the nightlight was a sensitive subject. “is it going to be a problem if i do?”

@persephonyed / freddie & your choice of muse, perhaps someone sapphic? 👀 / based somewhat on this post.

freddie hated the idea of sharing a room with anyone, but especially them. even when she was growing up, long before her older sister had died, freddie pitched a fit about sharing her room with gabi weekly until their parents partially converted the basement into a bedroom—then she complained about how gabi got the bigger room just because she was older. well, she was older now and her sister died last year, but freddie never gave up her complex about rooming with someone else. she swore the host of their winter break trip put her in a room with the one person she couldn't stand out of their friend group on purpose. exposure therapy, maybe.

the first night of the trip, freddie was ready to go to bed. after doing her skincare ritual and brushing teeth and hair, she entered the room to find her hated temporary roommate still awake as well. she tried her hardest to ignore them, pulling the covers back and climbing onto the bed. she tossed a haughty glance over to the other twin bed on the opposite wall. "you're not one of those people that sleeps with the light on, are you?" she asked, trying not to let judgment slip into her voice (and immediately failing!).

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 116

Well it looks like once again nobody reminded Me that a New chapter was out, First Things 1st I absolutely ADORE this Cover Card and judging from it, it looks like we may be focusing on yashiro again but considering how last Chapter's was misleading, I'm willing to bet otherwise and that we may be actually picking up from where we left off with baby Tsukasa and if This is really him, or just the Entity wearing his face; Other than that the Colors for this Cover are really Beautiful and I really love the font style they choose for this 1, even tho I still perfer the other one we got last chapter, man Summer's edition Really is looking like to be the Best ^^

Ah already with the creepynes I see, alrighty then I mean I guess Aside from this Gorgeous piece of artwork, I gotta have this thing Stare at me now huh, didnt expect Nightmare fuel to be on my To do list today, and in the beginning of chapter no less, Ok Wow aidairo Thanks looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight ^^; Also is it jsut me or is it that everytime we get a Chapter for these 3, Something ALWAYS goes wrong, and ends Tragically in some way, because If that's the case then I'm really scared now, because i don't want anything Bad to happen, *sigh* I just hope aidairo goes easy on us and does nothing Too Major 🤞

Alright Ngl Kou came in clutch just now, 1st off mitsuba Why the hell would you even try listening to that thing, I mean you Literally just Saw that it isn't human, due the gapping HOLE it had in its face, plus didn't kou literally just explained to you that most Supernaturals are Dangerous, so why would the hell you even bother🤦‍♂️ Also is it me or is anyone elese getting odd vibes of Nanika from HXH from this Thing, because the fact that you literally have to obey his commands in oder to receive something in return is heavily reminding me of Nanikas powers from Hunter x Hunter

So If you weren't convicted before that this isn't Tsukasa but is just a lifeless husk, then you're sure as heck are Now because the fact that thing literally talked like how it did in the Red house arc, all but confirmed it for me, because evertime I see that style of text bubbles in the series, I Know for a fact that it's from that THING in someway, Also the fact that kou Literally just punched a child with No hesitation is hilarious to me🤣🤣🤣

Question: what is wrong with aidairo? Like I really feel like they wake up in the morning and go "*sigh*...... So How we gonna torment our readers today? ^^" Also it may just be me overthinking but the way he touched Kou's hand kinda reminded me of what happened with Aoi and her hand after being in the far shore, which makes me even more curious about this Entity...

Oh Well Nvm i guess, it looks like I was absolutely right about it being similar to Aoi's situation Lol, also I really Love how kou is completely nonchalant about this whole situation and is just unphased by his hand completely turning, i mean the way he just assesses everything and describes the situation really just shows how much experience he has in this timeline, I gotta say I love it ^^

Wait so that's what happened to the girls who summoned him? I just thought he made them disappear or turned them into sacrifices for the Entity, you're telling me He did That to them!? Oh nah this thing is Sick

It's just Hilarious to know that no matter what timeline they're in, Mitsuba will always hate Kou's earing 🤣🤣

Till this day Kou Still continues to prove to me why he is the Best character, like the dude was literally willing to be a Decoy in order for mitsuba to escape, While he lures away Tsukasa, like this probably the 2nd time I've said this but I Really love his character, especially when he does stuff like this, also I find it really strange that Tsukasa called out Hanako's name, even tho this isn't Tsukasa, but just a lifeless husk, So I'm really interested to know what direction they're talking with this, Because if this IS Tsukasa, then would that mean he still has some control, and isn't just a Puppet like before? hmmmmm 🤔(pending thoughts)

I really find it interesting that we get some information regarding yorishiro's, because up until this point, we've only just been given the understanding that they represent the item that the spirits cherish, and that by creating or destroying 1, you're able to lose control over the boundary that you inhabit, So seeing the actual process behind what goes into making or Qualifies as 1, is just Really interesting to me

Oh, well that's terrifying

Man I feel so bad for Mitsuba , like he's literally the only character that has probably gone through the most shit In this series and it's SO painful to me because C'mon cut the dude a break already, like it's already Bad enough that in the original timeline he was already dead, then he was turned into a doppelganger of himself, then he was dealing with his own issues regarding his identity crisis, and then he wanted his best friend/ boyfriend to kill him, So in the new timeline I was hoping that maybe he could finally get cut some slack, and maybe just maybe Not go through some shit, but alas, I guess not, Sry mitsuba, but maybe 1 day you'll have your chance to Shine tho😅😅

Awesome mitsuba finally get a Dub for once, even more Awesome the Students were able turn back to normal, should be a win right? So then why do I get the feeling something bad happened? Because that was Wayy too easy 😥

Omg please Don't tell me something Bad happened to Kou, Omg aidairo please Don't I'm begiging you, Kou is literally the Best character Please Don't this, No no no no 😰😰😰😰

NOOOO!!! 😭😭😭😭 Aidairo Why must you do this to Me!!! Damn it 1st JJK now this WHY!! actually Wait a minute, so if it can just move 1 body to a New one, then what does mean for Tsukasa, did he really just go back to normal, or is he just a lifeless husk lying in the hallway right now

1st off this looks Straight up Terrifying, Second of all PLEASE STOP THIS Aidairo I'm begiging you PLEASE, it looks like mitsuba is going to have to resort to Killing him if this continues, So begging you Lord please somebody Stop Him, I don't wanna see this character Die Please!!! Anybody

YES!!! I mean As much as I Hate this character I'm So happy that he's here right Now, THANK YOU GOD!!

This just made him go up a scale as 1 of my favorite characters Now thank you lord for sending us Teru because idk if was gonna be able to continue reading after this, That scene was Just Wow, I was literally scared for a second there, Omg Please Stop playing with my emotions Aidairo sensei please, I don't think I can take much more of this

Ok So it looks like I was Right about this being Not the same Tsukasa, because like i said before judging from the way he was talking, it really reminded me of the way it was in the red house, Especially from the way it was talking, Also could you please Stop beating on Kou for 1 second mitsuba, like i get that you love him and all and that were probably worried about having to Kill him, but for crying out loud the guy just got Shot by lightning for christ sake, so you could at least go easy on him, Second of all wait you're telling me that this Thing isn't even Dead after that and was just only weakened, Jesus how many more Chapters Do I gotta suffer with that Thing Before that THING is FINALLY Dead, Also i guess that pretty much Answers what I've been saying this entire time, That No matter what Timeline you make or whatever Strings you pull, it's pretty much inevitable that Tsukasa or eventually somebody will be the host for that thing, and judging from the way this chapter ended, it Looks like we might be in for something BIG Next chapter, especially now with that Thing on the Loose, idk whats about to happen, but I can guarantee you that I will be here to cover it, man this is really starting to feel like the final arc, and gotta say If it is I'm Not ready, but if this Truly is the end, then It's been sure 1 hell of a ride

[believemetheodore]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Ted Lasso x Reader

Requested by @lavendernlemons (I'm so sorry it took so long!!!)

"okay, can i make a request for a ted x reader, where the reader’s brother/close male friend comes to visit the reader at richmond (reader is maybe keeley/rebecca’s PA) and ted gets a lil jelly? maybe an indirect confession from beard or roy that just can’t handle it anymore?"

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Jealousy isn't usually his style. It doesn't fit. It pinches at his sides and sits tight around his chest, and shoulders. It closes in around a friendship and relationship he normally feels so comfortable in. It's like slipping into a once-favourite sweater that's been shrunk in the dryer. He has no intention of giving it away. Hoping that forcing himself to spend the day in it might make room might stretch things back into a tolerable-- no, loveable shape. 

He wonders briefly when this feeling settled in and made itself a home. He knows it's not rooted in any level of possessiveness, that's something he's never felt-- far too much a believer in everyone deserving their own autonomy. He accepts that it's likely the itch of insecurity tickling in the back of his mind. The fear that being him might be too much. not right. not enough. 

Regardless of the source of the emotion, watching his partner tucked under the arm of another man as they take a walk around the pitch just doesn't sit right with him. His heart clenches and he feels his hands doing the same. His palms are sweating and he chooses to head inside to get a drink, unable to watch the scene in front of him play out much longer. 

Beard meets him in the office silently offering a bottle of cold water. 

“You wanna talk about it, coach?” 

“Talk about what, Coach?” 

Beard raises his eyebrows shooting Ted a knowing look, “hey jealousy”.

“Great song-- I feel like we've had this conversation before”.

Beard shrugs. 

“It shouldn't bother me,” Ted offers, lowering himself into the chair at his desk, “but it does. I can't shake it. And it's nobody's fault. I know that”.

“You're right”.

 Ted stares puzzled as his friend, “can you elaborate?”

“It's not anyone's fault. But it isn't about blame. It's about fear. Insecurity. Vulnerability. They're friends. You know they're just friends-- still you're jealous. It's not a fault, it's just something you need to get to talking about”.

Ted nods, opening his mouth to speak.

“Not with me. With them,” Beard cuts him off before he can begin. 

At home he's quite at dinner his brain preferring to stew over all of his thoughts from the day rather than enjoy his meal or the company of the person he loves. He sits further away on the sofa. He Showers on his own when he'd normally crack a joke about conserving water, squeezing himself into the tiny stall jsut to share space and time for just a few more waking minutes. In bed he lays staring at the ceiling, motionless and silent. 

The words he wants are all stuck in his throat, and the ones that find their way to the tip of his tongue are all jumbled up, saturated in misplaced frustration and unfair comparisons. He wants to speak but he can't get his lips to move. So, he just lays there. 

“You were jealous today,” the statement is gentle. Non-judgmental. But it still lands like a punch to the gut, and the sour taste of guilt tickles at him. 

“Yes--uh, yeah. But not in a weird way…”

He stutters out.

 The laughter he's met with is surprising, but welcomed. It's good natured and warm made even better by the hand sliding into his and squeezing. Firm but gentle. Reassurance in the simplest way. 

“I'm sorry. Eddie and I are just friends,” rolling over, their eyes meet and he continues to listen, “and I know you're not one to be controlling in anyway, but I hadn't considered that it might not be very nice to see me so close with someone you've hardly met”.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I guess there's just some lingering insecurity I hadn't anticipated rearing it's head at me today. One minute I was fine and the next I was sinking. Like one of them quicksand traps!”

“I appreciate you telling me,” the statement is punctuated with a kiss, “I love you, Ted”.

“I love you too sweetheart”. 

His heart swells, a smile wide on his face. The tight grip of jealousy loosens, the lead load of guilt lightens. He breathes deep and settles, sinking into the mattress comfortable in the space he's carved out for himself. He appreciates the stretches he made today, the anxieties he had to navigate. He loves those who were by his side. Balance returned to his mind and heart. Jealousy isn't his style, but believing sure is, and with all the love they have in their hearts he knows there's nothing they aren't making it through. 

[aromantyczno-liryczna]

I'm at the stage of pmdd where I feel awful and guilty because I've convinced myself my flatmates hate me I've been avoiding them and the kitchen like the plague except for sometimes when I pass them on the stairs so I'll say hi or when one of my flatmates visits my floor and I feel terrible they have gone out drinking 6 nights in a row and that got me pissed even tho it's none of my business and they did try to include me and ask if I'm going the first few days but then they stopped bc I literally have been staying in my room all day then I started leaving early and returning late to take away that stress and after went out with friends Friday i was so chill it was the two glasses of alcohol but I thought that maybe I could do this and could go down to the kitchen but it's so impossible and my mum calls me everyday what did you have for lunch and I've been saying so much rubbish like all that food I had bought hasn't been touched even tho I said I've been eating it because she told me earlier how when she left on Saturday she was so worried how would I fend for myself when I was literally pushed into the deep end but she said she felt so much better after I explained how I was doing because I just know it would be 100% worse if i told her the truth. Anyway as I was saying my bread went mouldy and the cheesecake I thought everyone finished went mouldy and I do think my flatmates are nice because this girl asked if forgot that I had some and tbh I want to make an effort but I'm just so damn tired on Saturday they did a pub crawl and I thought maybe that's the perfect time but no i messed that up because I just didn't text them and then today they had a movie night and again that'd be a good way to break the ice but no i messed that up again because I'm sill sitting in the library at 1:50 am. And I was going to go back to my room but there's people downstairs so what did I do I went back to the library and now they're all jsut wondering where I am all week because they haven't seen me in days I do know names but I can't match some of the faces because I struggle with that I don't like being teased like 3 days ago one kf them asked if I know their names this isn't primary school ITS ALL S FUCKING STUPID I haven't used to my voice often enough i was literally going to cry on Friday because that was the first time I had people around me that week and it was nice to hang out and I'm just sad because my best friend hasn't even talked with me that much and he lives opposite me so now I'm panicking that a friendship of 7 years has gone to waste even though it was perfectly fine before move in I've literally been talking to my other friends back home more than i have been talking to people here and I want to attend the daytime events even but then I end up changing my mind last second what if went to the other uni the friends I've made are so nice though I just wish I lived in their flat instead we ordered pizza and we played smash bros so it was fun they don't all live in the same building they're spread out I was worried i wouldn't have anyone to get a 2nd year house with but they probably will because they're in the same kind if situation as me and anyway I was going to throw out the food yesterday something is blocking me from going inside the kitchen I even was meant to do the laundry because I'm running out of clothes too wear on the daily but did I do that? No and at the start I did keep my room clean but now it's all messy again I have to psyche myself up to go to the bathroom even though it's right next to my door so yes it is getting bad again

[ofmdee]

😵

been having some thinky thoughts today, and for a while, rly, abt my Feelings abt breathing underwater and i tried to type something up on twitter but that jsut was not letting me think my thoughts correctly

i love BU........... so goddamn much. it started out as nothing more than a silly idea abt little mermaid ed meeting stede and kind of ballooned into what ive built it up into today. it's so important to me... but it's making me a little miserable right now?

miserable because i dont want to work on it, but i WANT TO want to work on it, i want to tell this story and read the finished product, ive got so many ideas, but i just. cannot get myself to do the actual WORK of making sentences and then staging all the pics........... what used to be a fun little pastime now feels like a chore, an obligation, a compulsion almost. it sucks, but it sucks more NOT doing it, you know what i mean? idk.

i know ive built it up into this big THING to myself, like... idk, i do this so often, i have big ideas and love to plan and organize them and then i get going with such intensity until i abruptly fizzle out. i start things and dont finish them, and i guess i just rly dont want this to be another thing that gets thrown on my unfinished projects pile :/

i have the next 2 parts drafted, but every time i go back to poke at them and edit them i just get so disheartened because it's obvious that my heart wasn't really in writing them, and it's difficult to salvage a rough draft like that. part of me wants to just delete those parts entirely and say fuck it im taking an indefinite hiatus, and i will start fresh when this is fun again! which would probably be the best thing, actually, but... i am reluctant to do that, because i just dont have anything else to rly fill my time rn.

i havent been getting a lot of joy out of... anything, rly, for a long time now, im so bored and apathetic and even my normal go to things arent cutting it anymore. and idk if it's a depression thing or if im truly outgrowing some interests, but either way i know i need to get more Things in my life somehow, because writing and sims are my two biggest pastimes, and then i combined them, and then i got sick of both so ive got so little to go on! so i keep poking at the things that i used to love, hoping to find that spark again 😪 i love these little guys and their little world!!! and it makes me sad that im not actually having Fun with the PROCESS.

it doesn't help that i am constantly torn between man i wish more ppl read my fic!!! i work so hard on it!! and man i never want anyone to perceive me or my writing ever it's so amateur!! idk what i want and idk what i want to DO about it!!

so, idk!! idk where this is all going, lol, i just... wanted to try and organize these thoughts somehow.

trying to reason w myself that at the end of the day, i am writing a fanfiction. that's it. it's not that big of a deal, and yet it feels huge to me, somehow. I don't wanna let down the ppl who are reading it, and i dont wanna let myself down again, either.

BUT it's not supposed to make me feel miserable it is supposed to be fun i am lowkey crying rn because like urghghghgh why isnt it fun?!!?!

so. i think i gotta do some more thinking, because not making any kind of decision is making things worse! and idk, if all of this hasnt put u off of the idea of my fic, here is the series page lmfao i could use some encouragement i guess......

but i am going to seriously put more thought into an official hiatus, because i think i am getting Too preoccupied with it again and it's messing with me!!!

i actually had a decent time doing those kitty ed pics today, even tho they didn't do so hot, so maybe i am just gonna try to focus on that kind of thing, doing stuff that actually catches my attention, and also doing things without the intention of sharing them at all. allowing things to be messy. i get so caught up in the thought of someone else seeing my work that i paralyze myself trying to make it PERFECT.

i had a decent time doing that oneshot from ed's pov as well. so maybe i need to work on projects that are a bit smaller scale. i dont have to say goodbye to BU stuff forever, but i am just so ALL OR NOTHING that it feels like a way bigger decision than it actually is 😓

so i guess....... im gonna sleep on it for a while. think about it and try and come to a firm decision. because if i take a break, i need to REALLY take a break, which includes not thinking about it all the time and constantly beating myself up for not doing it 😅

idk, thank you if you read this far, here are a few kitty pics of ed for ur time:

[spitdrunken]

currently i'm really busy with writing for my thesis, which unfortunately leaves me with little creative juice... ive been engaging with other people's creations a lot more rather than writing for myself, but have some assorted thoughts on things ive enjoyed recently below, for anyone who is interested. feel free to send me asks about anything that's mentioned, but because of the above, might take me a bit to get back to u <3!

these aren't really x reader thoughts, just rambling! if you read this, thank u, i am giving you a kiss on your forehead/hug/fistbump/handshake/whatever words of affirmation you have been wanting to hear today. pick your favorite!

(Pokephilia mention) Pokémon Legends Z's announcement!! It'll be forever until it's released (which, as a true Pokémon fan, I'm very happy about BAHAHAH), but I'm so excited! Very curious how they are planning to implement, what seems to be, citybuilder elements... If Emmet shows up in this game, I'm going to be super delighted, but I honestly doubt it. Either way, it's made me think a bit more about the twins, and Poképhilia stuff in general as well! It's such a shame/pain the main tag is blocked... one day I will start and stick to my intention to write, like, porn about all the Pokémon, haha. A dream...

(cannibalism(????) monster eating??? mention. consensual!) Dungeon Meshi really was as much fun as everyone mentioned! Don't really see myself writing fic about it, except for a very specific idea I had... I like the thought of Laois 'obsessed with eating monsters' Touden got to meet a monster (AKA Reader) who is equally obsessed with the idea of being eaten!! Maybe a mermaid, or something like that? It's his one chance to eat a humanoid monster! Though the others probably won't believe him when they tell him that it was 100% consensual, and are judging him harshly LMAO

Welcome Home updated! Very happy about this. Though I don't connect them publically, I actually have written quite a bit of WH fic and my sfw sideblog for it used to have more followers than this one LMAOO. Maybe one day I'll write NSFW works for it, but I dunno if there's interest... Plus, I very much fall underneath people the creator would consider 'unwelcome' in their squeaky-clean fandom or whatever, but they have like a quarter million followers now, lol. Anyway, Wally is, as has been said many times before, the Most! He draws me in <3

And also, poor Eddie, lmao. It's very interesting to me, with the inclusion of the Narrator, that the characters seem to be forced to steer in a specific direction, if that makes sense? To upkeep a certain mask. I wonder if 'as above, so below' is a reference to that, in the sense that whatever is dictated by the stronger forces of narrative, is what shall occur 'below'-- In their world. Like, the animosity some of these puppets have for each other!!!!! Some of them are just straight up Not Friends, lmao.

I need to play more of it, but if anyone is reading this, go play I Was A Teenage Exocolonist. I expected it to be waaaay more popular, especially on Tumblr, but it's so underrated? The writing is wonderful, the characters are well-defined, and the art is breathtaking! Please take a look at the trigger warnings, cuz there are a few that are definitely applicable, but it's soooo good... If it has to be said, I romanced Dys first, lmao.

I am watching The Apothecary Diaries right now, just started today, and can I jsut say... I'm such a fan of all the women in this show!! I love the perspective it gives on court life a lot! Maomao definitely is pulling in all the men AND women, huh.... i appreciate that. Jinshi also 100% wants to get degraded by her, huh. Maomao is the sexywoman of this show.

[moonshine-nightlight]

Will all of Dale out, I took the time over the past few days to reread all of it (pretty much all I did because sleep work and eat!) And oh man, I wish I could experience it anew again! To see how far you as a writer had come during the entirely of this, and seeing how sana and Dale grew and changed together.. it was just so well done!

Do you have plans to visit them again, in the future? Couldn't help but notice some things were left unfinished ;) and also I would LOVE to hear certain parts of the story from Dale's perspective. Those last few chapters when we finally *finally* got to peer into who he really is just made me want more!

And again, thank you for all the time and effort you put into this series. I don't think I'll ever forget it! (I also really like some of your shorter series, I went back to read them again too!)

@watch-out-for-them

thanks for sending this in! that's so sweet! i've hoarded this for a month because december flew by so fast

i do have some idea for little bonus stories and for full stories that take place in the same universe/setting (with a name-drop or mention of Dale and Sana etc), but no proper sequel is currently planned. One of the bonuses would be what you mentioned - specifically Chapter 6 (Walk in the Garden) from Dale's POV - as well as other ideas. it is hard to write companions stories from another POV if the main POV is 2nd person lol. I've helpful sorted my handful or ideas into categories because i lov to organize in excel instead of writing (the categories are: pre, mid, & post story; AU; Parody; and Outside POV)

one in particular i wanted to get out before the year ended, but i'm not quite done with it. originally after Chapter 24 (Assassin Aftermath) Sana was going to have a spicy dream about Dale, which is referenced in Chapter 25 as having happened, but which was originally going to be in the story proper. however, not only was a behind in writing with the story ending up longer than i planned, but it became hard to figure out how it would work since Sana thought Dale knew but he didn't and i didn't want be to get confused about that, also Sana wouldn't know the truth of how the Depths worked or Dale's backstory so i couldn't include much of that (because i didnt want ppl to think Dale could lik dreamwalk etc or something). It jsut got to be a weird balancing act that i didnt have time to figure out so i didn't. however, i decided to make a bonus/AU divergence where I changed the fight scene and did have Dale come to talk to Sana after the fight alone and stuff~ happens~.

this side path/AU story is what i wanted to get out over the holidays and which i have made progress on, but still isn't finished. i will try to get it out within the week (the modified end-of-fight to have an obvious reveal is done and i might put out today or tomorrow since its just a tweaked chapter 23). I've got over 3k for the new chapter and have been making progress, it just will not be done today lol

thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask! getting messages and comments and tags like this make all the effort worth it! ^^

[stainedglassandpigs]

Ruskaina pt 2

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“Pururuuuurruu”

someone was calling

But my body felt like it had just been thrown into the sun then stomped on for good measure

the last thing I wanted was to have to be social so early in the day,

so in response I simply turned my body, the dem dem Mushi couldn’t bother me if I couldn’t hear it

so now I wasn’t facing the direction of the nose.

Peace please it shoudlnt be so hard to have a quiet moment.

“PURURUUURUUUURRRU”

No, I’m to tired I’m nawt getting up.

I refuse

Covering my ear with another pillow I try to get back to my rem sleep, my dream cable was real interesting before I was rudely awaken something about a boy and a beast but i couldn’t remember the rest anymore.

The ring was still there only now it sounded to be underwater, this I could easily work with so letting my mind ease its way back into sleepy mode was natural.

My breathing was slower and I started to forget why I was even awaken in one first place when it happened directly next to my head this time that little fu(ker had moved.

“PUUUUUUU RRRRRE UUUUURRRRUUUUURRUU”

“FINE” I yell jumping up and taking the phone from Athena’s massively interrupting self.

“HELLO!” I was rubbing my eye buggers away annoyed as hell laying back down in bed stubbornly closing my eyes.

“Isabell that’s no way to greet your wonderful mom”

Well great I jsut yelled at my mother for no reason. Today as alr looking to something special.

Wait .

Mom

Why was mom calling so early

Opening my eyes I looked around trying to gauge what time of day it was.

There was no sunlight coming from the window, just a deep twilight.

“Mom why you up so late, everything okay?”

Getting up from bed I move the phone piece and grab Athena I decided I might as well get a snack while I talk

“Yeah I just was bored and everyone’s asleep, I figured you’re always up so late. I don’t wake you did I pretty ?” I could hear her concern clearly, I missed our daily call today I was so busy with-

With… what did I do today

Strange.

My memory was so foggy.

“No mom you’re fine I was just straightening up a bit” lie.

“Oh okay that’s good, oh btw your monthly don’t die care package should be coming soon, so yk don’t die. “

“Ha thanks for the encouragement mom”

“You’re welcome” I could hear her laughing which brought a smile to my face. It was always nice to talk with mom being away was so lonely I missed my family and our daily calls kept me sane.

“How was your day mom ?” Opening my fridge looking around it, empty.

Didn’t… I…

Wasn’t I supposed to go out today, I thought I did.

Odd

“Your little brother started his first day of daycare today so we took loads of pictures, don’t worry we sent you some in the care package I know how you get about seeing pictures of everyone. Oh the gardens doing lovely that tip you gave about adding crushed bone is making the compost top shelf shit fr. And the Saffron plants have begun to pop above ground which your Stepdad is really excited for soon we’ll be able to send you some, we’ve been working womp womp Also the other- wompawa wa She said to me that- wa womp”

Mom just kept rambling as a searched the kitchen area for something to snack she was basically my podcast at this point.

The kitchen was so bare, I really should’ve gone out today but I was stuck with doing my… doing my ? Doing my what ?

What had I been doing all day

It was so hazy for some reason.

Never mind it I was to focused on my snack now, ig tea would be fine for now.

“And then Miss Jackson threw all the navy out the community garden it’s a shame to see how much they’ve changed from me and your father’s time. But anyways how was your day Isabell you’ve been real quite”

“My bad mom I was making tea my day was actually-“

“BANG CLACK!”

Jumping up I fell-off the couch this time all my sections were on over drive.

It was a dream, which ment I still needed to call mom.

The sun was now pouring into the house and I was actually awake this time and the sound I heard was real.

Getting up I look in the direction of where the sound came from only to find a man standing in my kitchen making ???

Something ?

A mess ???

Both unfortunately for me the person who cleans this shoddy abode

“Your supposed to be recovering unable to move what the hell are you doing up ???”

The man turned to me and smiled

“I got hungry” he said it so matter of factly like it made so much sense.

“But your wound ??!!!?!? It’s gonna tear with all this movement” Rushing over to him, mouth running a mile a minute talking about everything that could go wrong and how we was supposed to be recovering

The kitchen was a mess for sure but that was the least of my worry’s now, this man with a straw hat was about to start bleeding out in my house AGAIN.

It was bad enough the first time my nose still burned with the smell of his blood I was not looking to relive that.

Reaching him quickly I look at the bandages. So far it wasn’t soaked through with his bodily fluids thankfully.

“May I ?” Gesturing to his wound.

“Will you make me something to eat if I say yes”

Rolling my eyes deeply, I didn’t even know his name and I was already catering to the strange man so much.

“Omg yes now can I please check the stitches”

“Okay hehe, since you promised”

“I didn’t promise” I said as I began to reach for the wrap when he stepped away just before I could do anything.

“Hey !”

“PROMISE”

“OMFG FINE FINE I PROMISE NOW STAY STILL”

I tried again and yet again he stepped out the way.

“WHAT NOW” I regret so much.

“Pinky promise me first” his features had the most serious look on them since I met him. Mind you we had almost died and he was laughing through all of it.

Sighing I raise my pinky to him which lite his face up instantly. Eagerly he took hold of mine

“Say it”

“I pinky promise” I tried to let go but he held my pinky firmly.

“Tooooo”

I shoulda just minded my own business yesterday.

“To make you breakfast if you let me see you wound and make sure you okay, good?” I look up at him growing more than slightly annoyed.

“Okay! It’s a promise you can’t break it!!” He let go of my smallest phalange.

Attempting once more I raised my hands to remove the wrap heisting just before glancing up at him to make sure he wouldn’t move another time.

Immediately I was met with his big brown eyes staring at me as he smiled lightly.

I guess he was just as curious as me about the conditions of his wound.

Looking back at my hand I carefully began unwrapping the white cloth.

As it unraveled the white seemed unchanged until the very last two layers that covered the gauze which had turned an ugly red color.

Bracing myself for what I would see I peeled the last of the bandages off.

Looking at the wound immediately one thing came to mind.

“Devil fruit ?” I said looking up at him again.

“I the Gum-Gum fruit! Hey how did you know that !!?”

“Educated guess” I shrugged

Looking back at the wound I examine the wound that remained there after a night of his devil fruit working its magic. There was some redness paired with a dark scab and a few stitches pocking out. A far cry from the deep gash it used to be.

“Stay here for a second okay”

“Sure, what are you going to do tho ?” He said watching me as I moved about the cave.

“Dressing your stitches again because they’ll get dirty if I don’t, I really wanna avoid an infection. Wait.”

I stop mid digging through my medicine bag that was still by the bed because exhaustion over took me before I could put everything up.

Standing to my full height again I looked at him. The only part of his body that was clean was the area that I cleaned.

This mf needed a shower.

“What ?!” He quirked his bushy eyebrows

“When’s the last time you took a shower ?”

“A week ago”

“Go taking a damn shower lord how are you alive still. You need to go clean your ass”

“But you promised!” He crossed his arms and stood planted.

“I am doing exactly that, see” walking over to my back pack I grabbed it and began spreading all that I foraged out onto my table.

“I first need to clean everything I didn’t get to yesterday, well, because of you. Respectfully you changed my plans drastically” As I took every thing out it was like Christmas a bit I thought .

All the commotion from yesterday rattled my brain so much I completed forgot everything I collected.

He was still standing in the kitchen as I unpacked my bag I gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t know where the bathroom is.”

“Righhht” was all I managed out,

I was so ready for my morning calm I didn’t even bother telling him I just grabbed his hand and walked him to the bathroom.

Quickly I turned on the shower, taking out a towel and rag, and dumping it into his hand.

“Do you need some clothes?” Looking him up and down I accessed his attire.

Said atire being dirty blood stained jorts and a straw hat, the t shirt he once had on long discarded

“No need to answer actual, I’ll find you some. Take a shower I’ll leave the clothes right here” I pointed at a storage unit near the door.

“And you’ll be making breakfast right” He was looking straight into my eyes again, direct eye contact really was his thing huh

“Yes yes yes, now go clean yourself. And please be careful I don’t want you to pass out in the shower. You may heal quick but who knows what’s really going on inside there.”

Walking out the bathroom I closed the door and began looking for some clothes for the straw hat man.

Which reminded me I needed to ask him for his name.

Finding some close was easy enough, although I live on the island alone my brothers some times would visit and they always left clothes and crap here.

Setting the close on the storage unit I began tidying up even tho I was still pretty tired doing nothing would only make me over think about yesterday .

And besides the cave really was a mess, blood soaked rags and stuff thrown everywhere while I was in a panic, she desperately needed some tlc

Waking Thena and giving her a treat I request I track while I clean she graciously obliged me. Cleaning for the most part goes by fast only real hassle was cleaning and sanitizing everywhere with blood.

Once I had picked everything up to an alright level I put my medical back next to the just in case my guest indeed did need something else done.

I didn’t know what that man eats so I decided on something relatively simple.

Eggs, potatoes, with some random veggies. I was a little limited since I needed to prep all the new ingredients I got yesterday before I could use any of it. And I was certain he wouldn’t want to wait for food.

Turning the stove on I added some butter to a pan and let it heat up a bit while I chopped some onions and ramps since I used the last of the garlic and the new batch was still uncleaned and processed like I liked.

Throwing those in I went to the spice cabinet and took out all that I thought I would need for the meal, adding a bit of sea salt to begin with to help caramelize the ramps and onion together.

Moving onto the potatoes I thought of what I could do with them.

Would he like hash browns more ? Baked potatoes ? Fries ???? Potato stew on the side ?

Fuck it seasoned chopped potatoes would have to do.

Going to the sack of potatoes I kept in the pantry I took out 4 medium Rosara potatoes a favorite of mine personally.

Not even bothering to peal them I roughly chop em up and call it a day

Adding a ton of seasoning just like my mom taught me I throw them in the pan with the butter and onions.

As I cleaned my area up a bit as everything continued to cook I thought about the fight.

This random boy appearing from the sky laughing going toe to toe with one of the islands most formidable beast without flinching.

For a brief second there was this moment I remembered

When the light shone on him like a hug

And his stretched fists and kicks where coming down on the beast like something akin to hell fire that he…

Almost look sort of…

Like… a god.

A small laugh leaves my lips as I think about it all.

Refocusing on what I was doing I transition now to preparing some lions mane with carrots as the the main veggies, tossing them in some oil then seasoning and finally into the oven.

With the veggies in the oven all that was left were the eggs.

But I didn’t wanna use another pan and the potatoes needed a bit longer so I just but everything away that was not in use and took out some plates and such for us to eat on while I waited for a pan to clear up.

Using a fork I poked the potatoes through.

They still needed a bit more time, but I wanted to start the eggs so everything was done when he came out. Using an oven mitt I grab the veggies out and move em over a tad then dump the potatoes onto the tray and put in all back in to finish off nicely.

Using a bit more butter to coat the pan I add 3 eggs in on low heat mixing them into the pan so they would scramble. The process was a quick moving one because the eggs cooked so fast, I graded a bit of milk and splashed it into the end mixing the whole time. The eggs had basically formed by now so I added salt pepper and garlic to it.

And with that I was pretty much done, using my shoddly made oven mitts I took out the veggies and begin plating the food.

Should I put his plate next to mine ?

In front ?

Far away ?

Looking in the direction of the bathroom I wondered how much longer he would be.

In front, I decided

That way I can see his face when we eat.

For manners and stuff..

Placing all the plates and utensils I go to grab us something to drink.

In the cabinet I look at the tea options, Dandelion, Rose, Oolong, Lemon, Matcha, ginger all these options.

I usually had a cup of matcha in the morning but my brothers always said it tasted like grass cum.

So perhaps some Oolong, my family’s favorite.

Taking it out I eyeball enough for two cups and but a kettle to boil.

Bringing the sugar n cups to the table I just sat n waited.

Either the tea would be done or he would either way all I had to do was wait.

Athena was playing a jazz inspired tune now and focusing on that was what occupied my time as a waited.

Circling my thumbs together trying to focus on the music my thoughts unfortunately begin to drift back to last night.

Exactly what I had been trying to avoid.

I could vividly see it again.

The way he looked was just so haunting his chest barely able to rise and fall skin pale as a cloud on a rainy day.

It was like sun that once lit his body had been sucked out all because he tried to save me.

He was on deaths door because I was too busy digging for truffles to noticed a 5 ton beast rampaging towards me.

It was all my fault

As I knew alr being left alone with my thoughts was indeed taking a turn for the worst

Even tho I knew it helped no one for me to think like this the cogs in my brain still churned to push out every single thought that’s while purpose was to make me feel like a royal fuck up

Closing my eyes I make myself take deep breaths and think 2 positive things I did.

1. I got more us to one cave without dying

2. I made sure he didn’t die

The again he would even-

Before I could finish my thought the bathroom door swung open and the energetic young man can out…

Running

He was running to the table

“ thankyoufortheclothes!!! FOOD FOOD FOOD “

And just like that the room and my mind was quickly filled with his bright presence.

I smiled

As I watched him almost collide with the chair I thought to myself something I had been pushing back since I began my research on the island by myself.

Maybe I did want company.

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Authors rambling time 🤩

I honestly couldn’t even tell you why I’m writing this story but it’s definitely fun to try and characterize Luffy. Using this as a learning experience bc I do wanna get into writing more. I know only 2 ppl and mice see this but I would love to hear the feedback for those who do !

[thepenguinclub]

just a normal boy, with a normal life

miraculous ladybug au, harry as ladybug, draco as chat noir, developing relationship, fluff, short and sweet, warning for brief misgendering (draco uses female nicknames for harry when he's in costume because of the ladybug thing)

Wordcount: 3,377

Summary:

When Harry arrived at the top of Big Ben, there was already a figure waiting for him.

“Took you long enough.” Chat Noir grinned at him, white teeth flashing. “I missed you, dame rouge.”

“The feeling was not mutual, kitty,” Harry replied, lips pursing. “What is it today?”

“Straight to business, how boring,” Chat pouted, his tail swishing behind him. He leaned on his baton, all lean muscle and black leather. His blonde hair ruffled itself in the wind. “Don’t you want to spend a few meow-ments with moi?”

Harry gave him a flat look.

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The Drarry Miraculous Ladybug AU that no one asked for but everyone needed.

i created this document weeks ago with only the title and the sentence "Hp miraculous au idk". now my baby is all grown up and it took me sitting down and typing for two hours and thirty seven minutes. sometimes it happens so fast. it's a little fast-paced but honestly i dont think expanding on it would help so we're all just going to get through it together.

this is something that i feel like fits so well i dont know. i just. them yknow. also YES i know i keep saying i wont write more hp fics STOP HOLDING ME TO MY WORD i have no control over my actions i guess.

i have not finished s5 of miraculous so no spoilers in the comments please and thank you. this is jsut a little thing. just a little guy.

gifted to the fabulous fabledfrog because they're a good friend. i don't need more of a reason i just felt like writing something i thought they would like than thar she blows. go check out their stuff, the merlin oneshots are near and dear to me. love, hope you have a great day <3.

WARNINGS: vague descriptions of fantasy violence (talking vague vague, just a lot of falling and a little hitting nothing bad), swearing, eating, google translate french (if the french doesn't make sense let me know and i will fix it!!!), misgendering (mentioned in the tags but draco calls harry (a cis boy) female nicknames like chat calls ladybug in the show, it isn’t meant maliciously or in a negative way but i know it can make some people uncomfortable so be aware of that!!)

enjoy. :)

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Harry sighed for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. Ron shot him a look, and Harry gave him an embarrassed smile, cheeks pinking. Ron rolled his eyes, used to his antics.

He couldn’t help it though, really. He tried to pay attention in class, but he had made the mistake of sitting behind Theodore Nott, which meant he was sitting diagonally to the most beautiful boy in England. Possibly the world. Definitely in the UK. 

Draco Malfoy was just perfect. His hair was blonde and spun like weaved gold. His skin was smooth and clear. His eyes were gray and sharp and his mouth was just-

“Mate, really,” Ron whispered, nudging him. Harry must have sighed again. “We both know I’m not getting any of this, I’m really counting on you.”

“Just get the notes from Hermione later,” Harry whispered back, pointedly not looking at Draco Malfoy. He sat in the perfect position to ogle Draco, far enough behind him not to get caught but close enough to get a fraction of his fantastic side profile, his perfectly shaped nose- 

“She told me she wouldn’t help me anymore,” Ron told him sullenly, smiling politely at Professor McGonagall when she glared down her nose at him. He waited until she continued her lecture before continuing. “Said I need to ‘learn to do things on my own’ or something like that. Like I didn’t live fifteen years of my life just fine before meeting her.”

Harry could talk about Draco Malfoy for hours without interruption, sure, but at least he recognized the fact that he had a (massive) crush. Ron, on the other hand, could rant about all the things Hermione Granger had done for just as long, yet was still very unaware of his own crush.

Hermione was no better, Harry reflected. Everytime she had any emotion other than ‘smart’ she tended to just snark and smirk until it went away. They made a dreadful pair, the two of them.

Then again, Harry was equally as dreadfully gone on Draco Malfoy, a boy who only knew he existed because of the various sweets he brought into class. It was an awful existence he lead, truly.

Thankfully, McGonagall saved him from having to navigate Ron’s crush by assigning them an essay, to be started immediately. Harry bit his lip as he got his laptop out. He needed to focus. Pads and Moony were so proud of his good score on the last essay, and McGonagall was a harsh grader. He wasn’t very good at focusing on the right things at the right time, but he needed to try. Which meant no distractions.

Even if they were gorgeous, blonde models. With perfect ears and sharp cheekbones. And slender, sensual fingers.

Ron slapped his shoulder.

“Harry!” Sirius greeted loudly. The bell tingled above Harry as he walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh bread welcoming him home. “Come on, lad, Remus needs your help in the kitchen!”

“Oi, Black, lay off the poor boy,” a regular admonished teasingly from her seat at a table, her laptop in front of her. 

“Yeah, Pads, listen to Madame Vance,” Harry agreed, smiling at his godfather, who reached over the counter to ruffle his hair aggressively. 

“Being betrayed in my own business,” he ‘tsked’. “Go on, pup, get.”

Harry raised his hands in surrender as he made his way into the back of the bakery, the temperature immediately rising as he entered the kitchen. Remus was bent over a roll of dough, kneading it methodically. He looked up when Harry tapped his shoulder.

“Good afternoon, Harry.” Remus smiled at him, warm as the kitchen. Harry threw his bag up the stairs quickly before washing his hands and joining Remus with his own dough.

“Hey, Moony.” Harry rolled the dough under his hands, falling into the familiar action easily. “How’s your day been?”

Remus opened his mouth to answer, but was caught off guard by the shrill ringing of an alarm, blaring through the building. Harry jumped, looking around.

“Another akuma,” Remus sighed. “Suppose Hawk Moth doesn’t work a nine to five like the rest of us.”

“Haha, right,” Harry agreed through his smile. “Uh, Moony, I actually have some homework I need to do before I forget, can I-?”

“Go, go.” Remus mimed shooing him with flour-covered hands. “Have fun.”

“Not likely,” Harry yelled back, already sprinting up the stairs, grabbing his bag on the way. As soon as he got into his room and closed the hatch behind him, a little red figure was zooming out of his bag. 

“It’s sad you couldn’t finish those croissants,” Tikki said, little hands wringing together. “They smelled so good.”

“I’ll give you some later,” Harry promised, jumping up and down and shaking his hands out. “For now, we’ve got an akuma to take care of. Tikki, spots on!”

When Harry arrived at the top of Big Ben, there was already a figure waiting for him. 

“Took you long enough.” Chat Noir grinned at him, white teeth flashing. “I missed you, dame rouge.”

“The feeling was not mutual, kitty,” Harry replied, lips pursing. “What is it today?”

“Straight to business, how boring,” Chat pouted, his tail swishing behind him. He leaned on his baton, all lean muscle and black leather. His blonde hair ruffled itself in the wind. “Don’t you want to spend a few meow -ments with moi?”  

Harry gave him a flat look, and his partner groaned. 

“Yes, yes, fine. It’s a giant troll-thing today, because of course it is.”

“That’s more like it.” Harry looked out at London, and at the smoke rising across the Thames.  A roar shook the air, and Harry took a deep breath. “Make sure you keep up,” he said over his shoulder with a grin, before running and leaping off the tower. He heard Chat sputter over the air rushing in his ears.

Harry swung off Westminster Bridge and onto the roofs of various buildings, running and jumping his way towards the akuma of the week. Chat caught up quickly, keeping pace next to him. 

“I’m just saying,” he commented, and Harry groaned, “we should get together outside of akuma-fighting.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, kitty?” Harry asked, exasperated. “I’m not going on a date with you.”

“Why not?” Chat whinged. “I’m pretty, you’re fucking phenomenol, truly, just de toute beauté-”

Chat was, thankfully, interrupted by a car being flung their way by, yes, a troll-thing. It’s head peaked out over the buildings, beady eyes fixed on Harry and his partner. 

“We’re continuing this later!” Chat yelled at him. Harry ignored him in favor of swinging horizontally, coming at the troll's head from the side and landing a solid kick to its cheek. The force sent it stumbling, and it tripped over Chat’s waiting baton, stretched across the street, falling in a heap.

“Where’s its akuma?” Harry asked himself, looking over the troll. It roared and staggered to its feet, showing off its shirtless, un-accessorized body. There was nothing that stood out as something for the akuma to hide in. 

“Where is it?” Chat yelled at him, obviously thinking the same thing. 

“Just keep it contained until we can figure it out!” Harry yelled in response, already taking steps to wrap his yo-yo around the troll’s legs. He pulled, and it once again went down.

“Doesn’t seem very coordinated,” Harry noted. Chat came to stand next to him, hands on his hips. 

“Doesn’t seem able to do much of anything,” he corrected. “And there’s nowhere for the akuma to be hiding, it’s not wearing anything but a diaper. And there’s no way I’m destroying that.”

Harry scrutinized the troll for another second before a light went off in his head. He threw his yo-yo in the air and yelled out a quick ‘lucky charm!’

A giant, ladybug-spotted teddy bear falling out of the sky and almost crushing Chat Noir confirmed his theory. Tuning out Chat Noir’s spluttering and profanity, he looked around until he formed a plan.

“Chat, do you see the billboard right there?” he asked, pointing. Chat Noir grumbled something under his breath in French.

“You couldn’t have helped me out with the teddy, ma dame?” he asked snidely, arms crossed. Harry spared him a raised eyebrow, and smiled slightly at the flush that rose on the other boy’s pale cheeks. “Yes, I see it.”

“Wait for my signal,” Harry told him. Chat nodded and took off, just in time for the troll to let out a particularly loud roar and push itself up with its arms. Harry called his yo-yo back and allowed the troll to get up fully, then started shouting.

“Over here!” he yelled, waving his arms. “Look at me, Troll-y!” 

The large figure turned, eyes quickly fixating on the brightly-colored, massive teddy bear. Attention having been grabbed, it stumbled forward and roared. Harry wrapped the bear in his yo-yo a few times before running in the opposite direction, lugging the bear along with him. It bounced behind him as the troll fumbled its way towards it, roaring louder once it realized the bear was moving away from it. 

Harry ran until he came to an intersection in the street and stopped, panting. That bear had no business being that heavy. He turned around just in time to be covered by the troll’s shadow as it loomed above him, arms outreached for the bear.

“Now, Chat!” he yelled. 

“Cataclysm!” was his only response, and then a giant billboard with the Prime Minister’s face on it came crashing down onto the troll’s head. It crumbled, and something on its head must have broken, because a black butterfly fluttered out of the lump that was the troll and the broken billboard. Harry quickly captured it and de-evilized it.

“Bye bye, little butterfly.” He waved as the white butterfly made its way into the sky, and then stared at the giant teddy bear.

“How are you going to throw that?” Chat asked, and Harry jumped, looking over his shoulder at his partner, who grinned at him. “Don’t worry, coccinelle, I would never harm someone as purr- fect as you.”

“Ever get tired of saying that?” Harry asked in a sigh. Chat didn’t have a chance to answer before he was interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. Where the troll had been, a baby girl now sat, clad in only a diaper. Harry walked quickly over and picked her up carefully, rocking her and making comforting noises.

Chat picked up a broken tiara off the ground and raised his eyebrows. “Guess it didn’t grow with her.”

“It’s alright, love, you’re all right,” Harry said softly, wiggling a gloved finger in front of the baby’s face. “You’re going to be just fine, yes you are.”

“Carrie!” a woman’s voice yelled, and a moment later there was a frazzled mother in front of Harry. “Oh, thank God. Thank you so much, Ladybug, thank you, I saw her get akumatized but it was too late and I was afraid she would hurt my other children and I hoped you would come, but-”

“We’re happy to help, madam,” Chat assured her kindly, cheeks pink. Harry shot him a grateful look, unable to get a word in through the woman’s anxious rambling. Chat, uncharacteristically, ducked his head, cheeks reddening further. Harry held out Carrie, who looked happy to be back in her mom’s arms. 

“Thank you so much, Chat Noir, Ladybug,” she said once again, looking close to tears.

“It was our pleasure,” Harry replied with a smile. He and Chat walked away, letting her calm down with her daughter. They ended up at the teddy bear, bright red with black spots and twice their size. “How do we do this?”

“Don’t ask me,” Chat shrugged, hands back on his hips and his head cocked to the side. “So fur, you’re the one that comes up with the paw -some ideas, not me.”

“Please, stop.”

The sun was just beginning to set when Harry and his partner made it back to Big Ben, their meeting place. It cast London in a haze of purple and yellow, and Chat Noir’s eyes reflected white in the lighting.

“I do wish we could spend more time together, ma dame ,” he said, taking Harry’s hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He looked up at Harry through his lashes, lips warm through his glove.

Harry’s heart squeezed. Truly, Chat was a good friend. But he didn’t know Harry, didn’t know who he was underneath the mask. He seemed to have a habit of falling for boys who didn’t know Harry at all.

“I’ll see you next time, Kitten,” Harry said in reply, trying to put a small smile on his face. Chat’s face fell just slightly, but he nodded anyway and stepped back. 

“Next time,” he agreed. He turned and jumped off the clocktower, disappearing into the glow of the sunset. Harry sighed and made his own way home, slipping into his room and de-transforming. He collapsed on his bed and stared at his corkboard, full of pictures. 

His parents, just a few weeks before the car crash that killed them. Padfoot and Moony with a five year old Harry in front of the bakery, a few months after Sirius had been released from prison and they had decided to buy it in the first place. Ron, Harry, and all of Ron’s siblings, dressed in matching Christmas sweaters. Ron, Harry and Hermione, munching on cupcakes in the bakery while working on schoolwork. All kept with the theme Harry had clutched against his chest his whole life: family.

Only two pictures didn’t match. The first was Draco Malfoy, posing for a photoshoot. It was in Kensington Gardens, and he looked radiant in the lighting with the gardens in the background. The second was Chat Noir, a wild grin on his face with his tail whipping behind him as he fell through the air, right into Ladybug’s waiting arms.

“Why are you upset, Harry?” Tikki asked lightly. She was perched on the pillow next to his head, munching on a macron, and he turned to look at her.

“I suppose I wish I was noticed a bit more,” he confessed, oversimplifying significantly. Still, she seemed to understand, because she scooted towards him and pressed one of her small hands against his cheek.

“You’re noticed by the people that matter, Harry,” she told him firmly. “Anyone who doesn’t notice you isn’t worth your time.”

“I guess,” he acquiesced, aware that was exactly what Moony and Pads would tell him. He turned to look at the ceiling, only partially mollified. Tikki hummed and flew up to burrow in the space just above his collarbone and below his neck, and her warmth comforted him.

“I notice you,” she told him. He smiled and brought a hand up to lightly rest it against her.

“I know, Tikki,” he said. “I notice you, too.”

The next day it rained. Hard. 

Not very out of character for London, except they had been having a rare sunny patch, and Harry hadn’t brought an umbrella, and it was raining. Very hard.

Harry hiked his bag up higher on his shoulder, gritting his teeth and trying to mentally give himself enough motivation to start the walk home. He was failing.

“Harry? What are you doing here so late?” a smooth voice asked, and Harry just about died when he turned around to see Draco Malfoy looking at him with a neutrally curious face. A perfect neutrally curious face.

“I, um.” Harry swallowed and bit his lip aggressively. “Raining.”

“Do you not have an umbrella?” Draco asked, tilting his head. His blonde hair was styled perfectly in place. Harry was sure he was about to go into cardiovascular failure.

“No,” he said. “I mean, yes. I mean, no, no umbrella, yes, I do not have an umbrella. Um.”

Where was Ron when a mate needed help? Really? Harry held his breath, waiting for Draco to respond. Maybe, if he was lucky, Draco would take a while and Harry would pass out from lack of oxygen. 

“Oh,” Draco said, and Harry let his breath out all in one breath, just barely managing not to choke on it, only having to cough a bit. “Would you like to use mine?”

Only then did Harry notice the black umbrella Draco had in his hand (beautiful hand), just before he held it out in offering. Harry stared at it for longer than was probably socially acceptable.

“Sure! Uh, yeah. Wait, don’t you need it?” he rushed out. Draco’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. Harry’s heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his skull.

“I get driven.” He nodded to a black car parked in front of the school. “It’s alright.”

“Oh, well, uh, I guess, yeah.” Harry smiled weakly. Draco handed him the umbrella, and he tried to open it, only to be unsuccessful. He tried again, pressing a button, but the umbrella stayed closed. 

“Do you need help?” Draco asked. His voice was clear and velvety and Harry really was going to die. He must have made some sort of assent, because Draco reached over and put his hand over Harry’s and oh fucking shit Harry was going to see the way their skin contrasted against each other in his dreams for the next twenty years. “Here, you have to push it down and then pull. Voila.”

The umbrella snapped open, and Harry jumped slightly. He laughed awkwardly.

“Thanks, er, thank you, Draco.” Harry tried his very best to give Draco a normal, totally-not-in-love-with-you smile. Draco gave him a perfect, amazing, gorgeous smile in return.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Draco said with a wave. Harry didn’t have enough time to formulate any sort of response before Draco was off, running to the car through the rain and sliding into the back seat. The car pulled away not even a second later, and Harry was left staring at where it disappeared in the rain. 

Tikki floated up to sit on Harry’s shoulder.

“That went well,” she told him brightly.

“I’m about to vomit,” Harry replied.

Tikki’s high, giggly laugh could just be heard over the sound of the rain.

“He’s perfect,” Draco whinged, flopping onto his bed. “He’s beautiful and perfect and je ne sais pas quoi faire, comment suis-je censé vivre comme ça.”

Plagg, the traitor, only laughed. 

“Ladybug isn’t interested in you, Draco,” he said, nested in a shoebox of soft fabrics and holding a slice of cheese. “It’s just sad at this point.”

“But he’s perfect!” Draco repeated, propping himself up on his elbows. “How do you not understand this?”

“Because I’m not as hopeless as you are,” Plagg replied easily, mid-chew. He swallowed. “Try and crush on someone more your league, maybe? What about that Harry kid? He’s cute.”

“He is cute,” Draco admitted. He sagged onto his mattress, resting his face on his hands. “He’s too nice for me, though. Too sweet. I’d ruin him.”

“You give yourself too much credit.” Plagg polished off his cheese and zipped over to sit on Draco’s head, pillowing into his hair. “Maybe sweet and nice would be good for you.”

“Maybe.” Draco stared at the pictures pinned above his bed, of Ladybug. Smiling, laughing, serious, mid-villain takedown. He was the most lovely human ever created.

“Forget about Ladybug,” Plagg instructed him. “Focus on Harry.”

Draco sighed, but did as he was told and got out his phone, scrolling to Harry’s Instagram where there were dozens of pictures of various baked goods and of his friends. Only when Draco went to what he was tagged in did he find pictures of Harry himself, of his pretty green eyes and dusky skin.

“He is cute,” Draco said again. Plagg made a triumphant noise and made himself comfortable on Draco’s head. Draco sighed and threw his phone onto his pillow, putting his head down carefully so as not to knock Plagg off.

Boys, Draco decided, needed to just stop being so pretty. It really wasn’t fair, especially when he had to choose between them.

Regardless, both Ladybug and Harry stayed on his mind for the rest of the night.

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harry is something that can just be so personal you know. i love him. he is my baby boy (he is a grown man with ptsd but not in this version he isn't! either way he is my baby boy). hope you enjoyed. i tried to stay close to character but obviously circumstances would change things so i feel like i have a smidge of leeway.

i debated making up a new superhero name for harry but ultimately i didn't want to come up with a new one and also i thought it was fun to playa round with draco's female nicknames for harry! if i ever write something else in this universe (maybe i will maybe i wont who knows im a mystery (i will do anything for the commenters)) i might play around with how he feels about that in the beginning and hten how he grows to accept it and even like it, maybe even have some gender studies??? who knows. anyway.

draco is also my baby boy just fyi. they fit in my pockets.

i hope you liked this! fable i love you and i love having you as a friend.

all you readers, i love you too and i hope you have a fantastic rest of your week. bye!!

my ao3

[zannolin]

loving the stranger things posting as someone going through a sudden random stranger things phase lol. i have a question: what makes byler an interesting dynamic for you? i'm not a big shipper person personally but i like to hear people's thoughts!

it's so funny i got here because i was suffering from cares too much disease about the karate kid and i needed something to distract me and then um. it did more than distract.

sidenote: coming back to say this got??? so long. so i'm sorry lol. i'm a chronic rambler.

i'll be honest i never actually shipped byler seriously until literally 2 months ago today. i sort of went "haha what if...?" back in 2022 mostly because my friend was into it and i really love mike as a character. oh mike wheeler the character that you are...i've loved him since 2016 lol and i loved him and will as a dynamic since i saw s2. i was so sold on their friendship, and then s3 and s4 were brutal for me to watch as someone who has grown apart from a lot of friends because of similar circumstances (moving, mostly, but also some relationships, and the inherent tragedy of growing up, and the fact that having a shitty family and being 15 can do a lot of damage to your relationships if you're not careful, etc) so like basically i then got More into them because i am obsessed with friendship estrangement plots. and i like both their characters. ("like" is such an understatement even in 2022 i was unhinged about michael wheeler)

frankly they're interesting to me as a ship for all the same reasons as they're interesting to me as a friendship: devotion, knowing someone better than you know yourself, the fear of loss, the fear of change, how easy vs how hard it is to grow up with someone, estrangement, feeling like you're a bad person and self-sabotaging, etc. the funny thing is i didn't even think will was gay or that there WAS (one-sided, anyway) byler until the literal van scene in s4 because i have that little faith in netflix lol, not to mention i used to be a mileven shipper. and then s3 happened which killed my interest in that and then s4 beat the dead horse from here to california. i realized for one thing mike being queer is really interesting to me and opens a lot of room for fun angles on his canonical character with comphet and internalized homophobia, etc, and it works very well with established canon. to me.

i'm honestlyyyy kind of surprised i got into it at all because besides the fact that i'm not a big shipper anymore, i'm RARELY a childhood friends to lovers fan because 1) it's often boring to me, i'm like but why do we need something Other than friendship?? (aro alert) and 2) i personally do not enjoy romance where it's like. you end up with the person you dated in high school? like it's jsut a me thing but i go aaaaaa when it's idk 12 year olds being like "i'm in love" no you're not you're twelve. i literally have DMs of me to my sister watching s4 where i was like michael why are you saying you loved eleven the day you met her, you were twelve and spent the entire season fucking obsessed with finding your best friend and kept dropping her the second she wasn't useful for that, like i love you but you were— what. (regardless of whether or not that bullshit turns out to be, you know, Actually canonically bullshit. that was my reaction lol). um i'm rambling sorry. anyway. they just happened to hit really good beats for me where it could go either way for me (platonic or romantic) and i wouldn't mind and i'm happy with both. but apparently my brain is like What If Romance when it comes to fic for them and i'm being a bit self-indulgent. i want will byers to have nice things and i want mike to not be stuck in the world's worst written relationship ever (to me).

actually the tl;dr is basically everything i like about mike as a character has to do with his plots concerning will, and everything i don't like about what they've been doing with him lately has to do with his relationship with el, so via potentially unintentional gay symbolism, the power of friendship estrangement plots + my love of friendship breakup/makeup scenarios, and my fascination with writing queer loneliness and mutual pining, AND that "good luck, babe" edit, i ended up here.

also finn wolfhard keeps making the most ridiculously intensely tender expressions during byler scenes and i'm a simple creature i see a man with big wet brown eyes and i go oh well mayyybe....

[bluiex]

Cw: Mind Control but tis consensual

Elf Scar loves his boyfriends okay, he just wants them to take care of themselves.

Mainly Scarian, if you guy want Mumbo just ask :)

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Watching them today wasn’t as great as it should be. The obvious bags under their eyes, the tires slump of the shoulders, and barely any acknowledge to the world around them. Grian was the worst for it, always moving around and never stopping. Mumbo was coming at a close second as he was tirelessly working on his base.

Both his pretty boys were exhausted, humans were so fragile compared to elves. They could often forget just how breakable they were. Scar hated to see his loves so exhausted, and when simple coaxing wasn’t working… well he could take matters into his own hands.

“Gri please come to bed with me.” Scar muttered into the bird man’s shoulder. The harpy grumbled and shrugged him off.

“Scar I’m so close to finishing this. Just let me do that.” He mumbled rubbing his eyes, the slight red look to them from lack of sleep.

Scar huffed at that, he disliked how Grian ignored gentle probing. But, he had permission, and he would get Grian to take care of himself.

Names held power in Elf and Fey worlds. And Scar looked at Grian, and spoke softly his true name.

The effect was almost instant, meaning Grian didn’t have the energy to fight him. The foggy look over his eyes as Scar’s magic rooted in. The tension of the shoulders fades away.

“Oh gosh dear, that was fast.” Scar cooed “Mumbo at least had some energy to say something.” He reached out petting the others cheeks and feathered ears.

Grian could only coo under his hands, leaning into them with a dazed expression. A faint humming sound, as Scar chuckled “You really wanted to be mindless for the day huh?”

Another purring coo, a smile that had no thoughts to it. The magic rushed over Grian, numbing his body and fogging his head. Only Scar mattered, just his voice cut through the haze of his mind.

Charm speak was often used on other creatures to get them to agree to thing. Elves would pretty their voice up, and coax out your name. Then speak it back to claim you, body, heart, mind, and soul. A name was everything to magic beings. And Scar adored his mates gave him theirs.

“That’s it Grian.” A softer version of his full name, etching a sigh from Grian. Please speak his name more, again, please say it. That voice was so wonderful, so beautiful, Grian wanted to belong to that voice. “Just let your thoughts fade away, only my voice matters. Let yourself be a good boy and nothing else matters.”

He was right, Scar was all that mattered. Obeying was simple, Grian felt exhausted. Thinking was too much work, his thoughts felt like ripples on a still pond. Fading in and out, never really grasping them for long. And Scar’s voice soothed any worries about that.

“Follow me, my pretty bird, no need to think jsut hold my hand and I’ll guide you to Mumbo… and we can rest together… isn’t that good?”

Yes, that was so good. Grian felt everything fade around him, a hand in his the only grounding he had. The world wasn’t there, it was just Scar’s voice, his fade, his lips, his beautiful eyes.

Scar watched the last threads of resistance fade away. The calm, dreamy smile on Grian’s face. The only thing in that head of his was obeying commands. Mindless and obedient. It was honestly cute, and Scar adored the trust they gave him.

Taking his hand and leading him to his base. Where he’d pamper him along with Mumbo. A long rest together, the three of them curled up. And a day just to relax. Preening the awful looking feathers, soothing the soreness out of Mumbo’s shoulders, and letting them brush out his long hair.

“You two deserve all the things I can give you… so let me spoil you both.” Scar cooed to his mates holding them close. Listening to Mumbo’s soft breaths and Grian coos.

Scar enjoyed being the one in charge sometimes.

UWAH YES PERFECT. I love it qoq. How I I invision it where they are okay with Scar using his powers to get them to actually rest and relax <3

[midnightsun-if]

i rlly like thinking about random established relationship mc x caden stuff.... today's power thought is that since its becoming realllly cold these days (at least where i live), i imagined caden trying to boldly hold mc's hand and mc on instinct just yanking their hand free because caden is fucking freezing, but as soon as mc looks at caden's heartbroken face they jsut go "im so fuckign sorry LOL" and just decide to bear the cold so they could hold hands... and maybe from then on theyd make sure to bring gloves everywhere or something help lmao

Caden would definitely be bundled up when it comes to cold weather— not that extreme cold bothers them… They just despise feeling it. Could definitely imagine Caden happily wearing the gloves the MC gifts them (if that’s something you’d like to do) or making an improvised handholding thing with their scarf (you hold one end, they hold the other).

Caden reminds me of a little penguin sometimes when it comes to their attire during the colder months, just layers upon layers.

Thank you so much for sharing that with me! It’s so cute! ❤️