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h-harleybaby · 11 months

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hey pookie bear 😍😍

i am politely and cutely asking for like halloween party hcs with the main four boys 😍

like what they do at the party and stuff (i hope that makes sense 😭)

I LOVE YOU BAE FRFR ❤️❤️❤️

thank you for your time 😁

Ofc ofc hun ilyt 🫶🫶🫶

Cartman

• Cartman’s the type to demand that whoever hosts the party has a candy bowl “for the trick or treaters” and then hogs the bowl to himself. Sometimes if he’s feeling extra nice he’ll throw whatever candy he thinks sucks at the kids

• Absolutely the bouncer of the party, if you or the host doesn’t want someone there he’d probably threaten or annoy the person into leaving. It’s his job to ruin the party not theirs!!

• The kitchen is practically his home now and if anyone wants ANYTHING he basically approves it. Sorry if he doesn’t like you, because if he doesn’t he won’t even let you have tap water. Nuh uh, the kitchen is his domain

• If there’s a costume contest, Cartman bribes the judges or complains hoping it’ll help him win. He’s a winner and no, he will not take no for answer. Schemes are bound to follow if the judges won’t fall for his shit

• Definitely will try scaring everyone he can, especially with Kenny. He’s scared Kyle so many times I’m surprised the poor man hasn’t had a heart attack yet. He looooves scaring the unsuspecting kids who come to the door asking for candy

Stan

• Stan and Kenny have a tendency to get absolutely SHITFACED at parties, this one is no different. Can you blame a guy for wanting a little fun? He ends up waking up hanging from somewhere and having to call Kyle to get him down every time without fail. One time he woke up ducktaped to the ceiling and to this day, no one knows it was Clyde and Cartman who did it

• He’s the one in charge of the parties music, he won’t let anyone mess with the playlist unless he REALLY likes them or they’re good songs. He’s always the unofficial DJ at every party, even ones he’s not invited to. If there’s booze and music, he’s there

• Is usually one of the judges at costume contests and to this day, no one knows why. Maybe it’s because he rarely wears any good costumes outside of the kind of shirts that say “this is my tuxedo”. Somehow the one with the greasiest hair is the best judge and no one’s complaining

• Cartman has tried scaring Stan multiple times but he usually only ends up wheezing at him because he’s too drunk to be scared. That and his friend is so genuinely unscary that it’s hilarious!

• Stan pretty much lives on the couch of whoever hosts the party, doesn’t matter how many people are there and doesn’t matter how many different parties he goes to in a night. He has a habit of party bouncing and at every single one, there’s a spot on the couch for him

Kyle

• Kyle’s usually the “mother” of the party, he has a man purse he always brings with him that has stuff he never gets to use. It ranges from bandaids to candy for any trick or treaters who pass by, too bad the kids never take the candy. Though at least they’re practicing stranger danger?

• Usually ends up chasing down the kids Cartman scared at the door to give them the candy in his man purse if they’ll accept or. Sometimes he’ll give them an apple and bandaid if Cartman threw something at them. Oh those poor, poor kids

• Is usually the one who wins the costume contest, every year he always has some elaborate costume prepared despite never wanting to do anything. If he’s doing something for Halloween, he’s doing it RIGHT god damn it!

• Absolutely gets the ever living fuck scared out of him every year, multiple times. He doesn’t know why he still falls for it when Cartman scares him, but he always does. It’s a good laugh for Cartman and Kenny though, so he won’t yell too much

• Kyle usually finds himself sitting on the stairs, looking down at everyone. It’s kind of creepy but no one is gonna say anything because he takes care of it when something bad or unexpected happens. It’s like he’s watching over them… weirdo

Kenny

• Honestly, Kenny’s there for the vibes and food. He tends to take whatever food he can from the house before he leaves, sometimes known to shove a package of frozen bacon in his pants before running off while people yell at him. A guys gotta do what a guys gotta do, y’all know?

• Absolutely never wins the costume contests because every year after he takes Karen trick or treating he gets ready in the bathroom and just dresses as a dick. Sometimes he lets Cartman draw dicks on his face with sharpie, other times he saves money to get one of those horrible inflatable dick costumes

• He adores scaring the shit out of Kyle though, it’s one of his favorite traditions when it comes to Halloween. Not to mention the circumcision jokes, they never get old.. well not for him at least

• Kenny is also usually the one to initiate everything, going from games like spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven to things like Charlie Charlie. No one is safe from him no matter how quiet they are, they’ll always be included in some way

• By the end of the night people usually find Kenny on the floor somewhere or on a coffee table (better yet in a broken coffee table), dead or alive is anyone’s guess. Hell, one time they thought he died because he drew a dick in blood but he really just got thrown into the window and drew a dick in his blood before he passed out

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kysuu · 2 months

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Lost Souls

Hozier x Fem!reader

Chapter 4: How did it end? (D-Y-I-N-G) (part two)

I sit there tears falling down my cheek and i sat there bewildered. I felt so betrayed, a couple of drinks with Alex? Sure that’s harmless it could just be a “boys night” but it being a full blown party with models and other celebrities alike? It felt more like him going without me was saying he was single and that ripped my heart out of my chest.

I decide to go to bed not wanting to interact with him when he came home, unless he decided to go sleep in one of the models bed instead. The dinner that I did start to prepare was abandoned in the kitchen as i didn’t have the energy to make it anymore and I was too sick to my stomach to even eat it.

I heard a long bang coming from downstairs which startled me awake. I look at the time on my phone and it’s 3.00am. ‘It’s probably just Andrew” I think to myself as i hear more stumbling throughout the house. A couple minutes later he walks into the bedroom and slumps down drunkenly onto his side of the bed. ‘Heyyyyy’ he says whilst trying to kiss me on the cheek that i had dodged which he gave me a pout too. I turnt my back to him and went back to sleep.

I woke up feeling drained and i go downstairs to see Andrew in the kitchen making breakfast. ‘Hey honey.” I hear him say smiling and normally that would swoon me but after recent events i felt nothing but disgust. “hi.” I replied back nonchalantly as i go into the fridge to grab my redbull. “I’m making pancakes.” He says, his voice being a little more dull due to my tone.

“Enjoy.” I say before i turn on my heels to go back into bed. “Hey are u mad at me, I mean when i came in drunk you just ignored me and dodged my kiss and now your not even going to eat the pancakes I made cause i know there your favourite?”

I squint my back still facing him trying to think of what to say without getting too snappy at 9am. I sigh before saying. “Sorry just been stressed because of work , how was the drinks with Alex?”

He smiles my words being reassuring to him. “Great, we just sat down at a table and had a couple of pints,”

Lies

“It was so quiet in the pub there was only a couple of people there,” He continues and with each lie i feel my heart breaking even more, if that was even possible. I pull out my phone and go onto Alex’s insta story again. “That doesn’t look like a couple of drinks to me.” I say too angry to care.

“I- well..” He starts but I cut him off.

“How could you? I mean if you told me you were going to a party it would’ve been fine. But you’re just blatantly lying to me? We’ve been together for two fucking years what happened? You just decided to throw all of that away for some lousy models? Are u fucking insane?”

“Nothing happened! I swear baby i didn’t know it was a party i promise.” He says with panic clear in his voice.

“And maybe i would have fucking believed you if you hadn’t just said it was a couple of drinks with Alex and there was hardly anyone in the pub a mere two seconds ago.” i say with a glint in my eye and my voice breaking.

“Baby please. Nothing happened i just didn’t want you to be mad.” He says sighing a little.

“Oh really? if you didn’t want me to be mad you should’ve just asked me to come with you.”

He stands there blankly not knowing what to say. He realises there is nothing he can do because his own words betrayed him.

“Why?” i say with tears in my eyes. “Is it because now that your famous your too good for me and all of these woman that seem to throw themselves at you has that all gotten to your head?”

His face turns into disgust and he says “Is that what you think of me i’ve become so egotistical that I’d do that? Is that how low you think i am”

“well the evidence is damning. I swear men only ever think with their dicks or they don’t think at all. You’re such a fucking loser. I’ve given everything up for you. I’ve moved in with you, i’ve given up my music career for you but this is how you repay me?” My heart had dropped to my stomach even just thinking about anything “Where am i supposed to to go i don’t have anough money for another house and a café job isn’t going to sustain me. i-“

“what do you mean, where am i supposed to go, are you breaking up with me?” He says tears escaping his eyes.

I stand there thinking, am i breaking up with him? Has this happened before, and this time is different because Alex drunkenly posted it by accident?

A million thoughts pace around my head before i say, “Give me your phone.”

“I have nothing to hide” he says casually

“Then give it to me.” i say putting out my hand.

He reluctantly gave me his phone and i open up the camera app. I see a picture of him kissing one of the two models and my heart drops and i throw the phone at him which hit his chest with a thud as i ran up the stairs and hear him calling my name but i ignore. I lock myself into our bedroom and sob violently. I couldn’t believe him. After all of this? I’ve wasted two years of my life and he’s just thrown it all away within a day? I heard knocking on the bedroom door but i’m sobbing so loud i can’t even hear my own thoughts let alone anything he’s saying.

It was a couple of days later and i had avoided him at all costs. Whenever he went into the shower i would come out of my room to eat, and our bedroom was an en-suite so i didn’t have to worry about that. I mostly spent those days crying not knowing what to do but then i remember about my grandad’s land in Kildare. I grab my phone and call him.

Hey chick

Hey granda um i wanted to ask about something

Sure, anything

You know that land in kildare. The one i was staying in whilst everything that happened and i was going to uni? Is anyone staying there me and Andrew have bro- well it’s complicated but we’re not speaking to eachother and i needed somewhere to stay for a bit.

Oh no don’t tell me that fellas not treating you right, I thought to two of you were gonna get married and have weans but anyways your uncle johns staying there but it’s just him wife and kid, i’ll give him a call i’m sure he won’t mind

Thanks granda, i owe you.

Alright well have a good day chick and listen if you need someone to beat him up just call me. he says whilst laughing a little. Which i giggled too and he hung up after that. I felt relieved that i atleast had somewhere to go. And upon thinking of it I decided that maybe breaking up with Andrew would be for the best as the one thing i’ve learnt with men is if it happened once , it will happen again.

I hear him downstairs talking to someone so i go downstairs. He’s in the kitchen with Alex and i stand there looking at him. His eyes widen at the sight of me after not seeing me for days. “can we talk?” i say nonchalantly.

“sure.” he says replying with the same tone

“Alone” i say looking at Alex.

“Whatever you want to say to me you can say infront of alex.”

I take a deep breath, was he seriously trying to snap back as if i was in the wrong? Whatever he’s the one that’s about to get dumped. “Fine,” i say sighing. “ I’m breaking up with you.”

His eyes widen immediately filling with tears. “What? After everything? We said we would get married and have kids and you’re going to break up with me?”

I laugh like a mad woman as i say “ Maybe you should go do those things with that model you was so adamant of kissing. I mean seriously? where do you get the audacity of saying those things when your the one who cheated on me. I hope one day you wake up and realise that the model girlfriend lifestyle isn’t going to keep up. All you’re ever going to be to them is a famous musician who they managed to have sex with or dated for a few months. I’m done. Good luck on your singing career.” i say before i turnt on my heels and went into the cupboard near the stairs and grabbed suitcase i had packed a few days ago and walked out the door ignoring his words of protest. I was so angry i threw my case into the boot of my car and drove off as he attempted to chase after me but i didn’t give a fuck not after everything that happened i mean seriously? Who the fuck does he think he is?

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Okayyyy well that’s chapter four done and i hope you like it :) The next chapters going to be a bit of a skip. its going to be like a year or two later and your music career had started kicking off in Germany (don’t ask i’ll explain more in the next chapter😭)

#for you #hozier #hozier x reader #hozier x y/n #hozier x you

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junkh3ad · 1 year

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After giving it some thought, I’m convinced that all of Dethklok including Charles might be neurodivergent. I headcanon Nathan, Toki and maybe Charles on the autism spectrum. Nathan is more obvious cuz he was nonverbal until he was five, has special interests like metal or anything brutal. Toki does have special interests too like cutesy stuff and animals or plushies and gets overstimulated by loud noises. I have autism myself so I can kinda relate.

Skwisgaar is obvious, it’s canon that he has music dyslexia. Murderface might be dyslexic too since he can’t spell too good and I think he might have adhd too probably. As for Pickles, I’m not sure. Some headcanons say that he has adhd too so probably.

i love a good HC. i really do, and as someone with autism it’s been my favorite thing to look at a character and be like mmm…autism radiates from you.

Nathan, Toki and Skwisgaar do that for me. Nathan is really obvious i feel, like it feels almost wrong for it to not be cannon. This goes into play with the ask i answered yesterday about Nathan not liking showers for sensory issues.

Tokis got the childhood neglect/abuse plus autism combo. I know he’s use to the cold because of his upbringing but it also could be related to how people with autism deal with some things differently (hot/cold tolerance.) The toy models are definitely one of his Interests, and Deddy bear being his Comfort item is just. i relate to that.

Skwisgaar. my beloved tall man. This man has such a complicated relationship with emotion. You know he cares about Toki, you can tell he does. But he absolutely hates showing emotion, it’s weird to him and he doesn’t understand why people need to explicitly be told he cares about them. Guitar is his Special Interest, and that’s one of the reasons why he’s a God at it. The music dyslexia also adds in here, the fact that he figures out a way to play music without ever reading it is really amazing to me.

Murderface i think definitely has ADHD, he’s got the same vibe as a younger sibling with ADHD up the ass. Constantly trying to get your attention and when you get overwhelmed he thinks you hate him (you really just need a moment of silence.)

Pickles! my beloved!! i think he’s got audhd. He’s got the good ol double whammy autism and adhd but never diagnosed. His drinking/drug use is a coping mechanism, he hates how his mind races and how he can’t get it to shut up unless he’s stoned or drunk. He’s got rituals, he does things a certain way and when those rituals get messed up it freaks him out. The one extra where he makes the rest of the band go into the closet for a little so he can have alone time. do i need to explain any more?? lmfao.

i love these men. i love projecting onto them.

#metalocalypse #dethklok #pickles the drummer #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #william murderface #mtl #metalocalypse headcanons

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thelightsandtheroses · 1 year

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Lolabee’s July Wrap-Up

This Month’s Fic Recs

These are just a few of the fics I’ve enjoyed this month, but there are so many great and fics out there by very talented writers within this fandom! I’ve avoided repeating some of the series I highlighted last month, but I still love those too. Like last time, some of the below I still need to leave comments on but I wanted to highlight here as a start!

Please be mindful of any content warnings and I believe all fics/ blogs in this list are 18+

Javier Peña a pile of cards - @mvtthewmurdvck Senorita - @lavendertales

Joel Miller this is me trying - @swiftispunk To Hell and Back - @darkroastjoel Notch - @fuckyeahdindjarin Sleepy - @hier--soir Stay In Bed -@psychedelic-ink

Frankie Morales Life Is Good -@something-tofightfor Shared Breaths - @frenchiereading

Ezra (Prospect) Compulsion - @iamskyereads

Din Djarin Passenger by @whatsnewalycat

My Writing Throughout July

I've managed four updates this month which I am personally really happy about because this month was hectic! All of my fics are x female reader unless otherwise indicated. I’ve indicated any personal faves with a *

Javier Peña

Secret Smile - chapter three

- chapter four

-chapter five *

Frankie Morales Sing fever to the form*

Favourite July Books, TV, Music, Games and Films

Bunny - Mona Awad [book]- this became so weird though, but definitely carried through the dark academia vibes Bless the daughter raised by a voice in her head - Warsan Shire [book] - her poetry is honestly incredible The Ex Talk - Rachel Lynn Solomon [book] loved this one and there was great chemistry with the main characters

Stick Season - Noah Kahan [music] driving to work while loudly singing Dial Drunk or Homesick is both stress release and a vibe, okay? De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier [music] After one listen, this ended up on about four of my writing playlists. Hozier is just fantastic and I am so excited for his new album - I’ve decide I’m even going to get the vinyl of it.

Hijack [tv] - I am but a human being and a real-time thriller with my man, Idris? Yes, please! It was super tense and worth watching. The Lincoln Lawyer [tv] - I love a good legal show and this is really fun. I also like that they’ve expanded on Haller’s Mexican heritage in the show compared to the books and while I hate they've split the season in half, am looking forward to the new episdodes in August

Sims 4 [game] - yes I’m a simmer, no, I don’t care if you judge me for that. This franchise has had a hold on me since the first iteration and it may never stop.

#lolabee recs #lolabee’s july 2023 wrap up #lolabee writes stuff

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mangoposts · 9 months

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Omg I love this idea and trust your judgement. Can you tell me whose type I’d be? (You can include Nick if it fits lmao).

I’m 5’11, I’ve got shortish black hair and blue eyes, I’ve got a bridge and septum piercing and I’m covered in blackwork tattoos. I’m also from England. I’m into all kinds and music but I really love alternative rap, hardcore techno and I fuck with UK hardcore metal.

I’m pretty reserved, don’t really speak much unless I’m spoken to but when I’m drunk I literally won’t shut up and just wanna hug everyone. I’m the kind of person to be really affectionate with my friends and go out my way to make sure the people I care about are always smiling.

I love the rain, my favourite time of year is like that weird period where it’s spring going summer because it’s like.. not TOO warm but it’s also not freezing.

My hobbies include producing music, exploring abandoned buildings, photography, collecting vintage magazines, graphic design and painting.

My style is kinda like gothic chic. I’m obsessed with Alexander Wang runways. I also love the southern gothic aesthetic.

I think that’s everything. 🤭

- ⚔️

Love it love it you’re giving me a Colby brock vibe more than anybody 😭 Ion know if u fuck with him but i kept picturing him as u spoke.

I’m between Nick and Matt, i think you’d get along nicely with Matt but Nick would probably fw ur style/be attracted to u the most

So nick or matt’s type fs

#⚔️#sturniolo triplets

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misssakuramochi · 1 year

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may i have a stardew valley matchup? thank you very much!

Personality, I’m very passionate inwards. Unless something small that I’m interested in pops up I wouldnt express it outwardly. I’m very levelheaded, contemplative, *opinionated*, honest with my heart on my sleeve (but I’m not fully open, more of a “I run my mouth sometimes” type of honest), individualistic, realistic but in optimistic way. Sometimes I talk a lot, and sometimes not at all. I’m pretty smart and quick on my feet. I’m a bit of a perfectionist, and try to push myself and others to healthier versions of ourselves. I’m very indifferent towards many things. I am a prideful person, but i keep my wits about.

i like to read and write and listen to music and taking walks. i'm really good at explaining things in a very cohesive manner. my logic is really good, so my persuasion is good too. im very efficient and creative, which i apply to many things in real life. I tend to maladaptive daydream a lot. I like drinking juices a lot.

love languages: physical touch and quality time.

extra stuff: i’m an sx/sp and intj. i usually get taken too seriously a lot. i give good advice too.

thanks again! i will be patiently lurking 🦅🦅

I match you with...

SHANE

○ While you're more... let's call it socially apt than Shane, both of you keep a decently tight lid on yourselves. Both valuing your privacy and personal thoughts, you keep things close to your chest - until you hit the right buttons. Shame respects that you're pretty inward with your thoughts and feelings since he's the same way. It helps you understand one another.

○ Speaking of how you open up when you're passionate - that gets Shane interested like crazy. He knows you only speak up when it's important to you, so he's sure to listen when you do.

○ While some find your... push to be better and make them better in turn to be a bit much, it's actually exactly what Shane needs. Someone to tell him to smarten up, without abashedness or censorship. You're exactly that person and he'll forever love you for making him better than he once was. Not only do you push him to be better, but you give him a reason to be.

○ Shane also helps you be better. He's not the pushing type, really, but knowing he's there supporting you with all his heart is more than enough to help you strive to improve. Your opposite styles make you butt heads sometimes, but your love is strong enough to get through any small miscommunication

HEADCANONS:

○ Your first introduction to Shane in more than simple passing is you running your mouth, spouting an opinion on shit he was spewing while drunk at the bar. While it ended in him angry, he thought about the interaction -and more specifically you- for days afterwards.

○ Whenever reminds you in little ways why you love him. He fucks up sometimes, sure, but he does everything he can to make it right when he does. When you're tired he cooks, when your sad he brings you to his happy place (the coop.) It's the little ways he proves he loves you

○ Speaking of, Shane buys you a chicken. They're important to him and he wants to show you that you're important to him, so he tries to share his passion with you the way you share yours with him. He does all the work, but you get to name and love your new feathered friend.

○ Shane becomes a lot more open and expressive as you get closer too, as you teach him it's safe to have... healthy coping skills. He does the same for you, listening and caring to pull you from your daydreams when they're counter productive

#matchups #stardew valley #sdv shane

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maaarine · 5 months

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Boys & Sex: Young Men on Hookups, Love, Porn, Consent, and Navigating the New Masculinity (Peggy Orenstein, 2020)

"All that said, African American boys have been found to have an easier time than girls integrating socially into largely white schools.

Both sexes are stereotyped by their peers, but the guys are admired, considered “cool,” “athletic,” “street smart”—like a hip-hop star fallen to earth—while the girls are labeled as “loud,” “aggressive,” or “ghetto.”

In Xavier’s school, white girls had been only too happy the previous year to attend prom with black male classmates, but few girls of color were asked by boys of any ethnicity.

“Which it shouldn’t be, but that just shows how everything is,” he said.

The black girls weren’t typically invited to white classmates’ parties, either, whereas hosting the guys conferred instant street cred.

“We have the coolest music, the coolest dialect,” Xavier said.

“Black culture basically is the culture, and that’s the ideal of what a lot of white males want to be. And I guess I’m the closest they’re going to get to that.” (…)

Guys like Xavier and Aidan, who grew up in some of the poorest neighborhoods of their city, are both advantaged and constrained by the image projected onto them.

“You have to be careful,” Xavier said.

“People will treat you like you’re the coolest guy in the room and everything, but they’ll also think you’re the dumbest person in the room.

So down the line, it won’t really help you unless you show a different side of yourself. You basically always have to prove yourself.”

Xavier hadn’t been to a party since his sophomore year. “The idea of drinking in a situation where there’s fifty drunk white people . . .”

He shook his head. “I don’t feel comfortable at all.” (…)

Those gender gaps play out in intermarriage rates as well: over a third of Asian American women outmarry as opposed to about a fifth of Asian American men; among African Americans, again, the reverse is true, with black men marrying people of other races at fully twice the rate of black women."

#peggy orenstein #boys and sex #book

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ciaossu-imagines · 10 months

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Thank you and I’m glad you like the requests / asks I sent so far. If I’m not doing the list one correctly, I apologise and will pick numbers from the list itself. Could you do the ever young and the ‘OC Ask Meme’ for your OCs from The Ever Young?

Of course I do! And I have no problem doing this, though the answers might be short, sorry. I'm so sorry about that but hope you'll enjoy anyway!

Send me a number and I will reply with what OC does what

1) Gets turnt up at a party on caprisun

Okay, if it wasn't Caprisun but actual alcohol, Mirror is the cheapest and easiest drunk while Brooklyn is the one who enjoys a good drink the most (and can hold her liquor the best). Caprisun though? It's super sugary and I've always seen Cat as the OC there that's most prone to sugar rushes...along with caffeine really affecting her, as a bonus headcanon.

2) Laughs a lot

I think this one is a three way tie between Amber, Dell, and Mari, all of whom are quick to laugh and smile. Mari and Amber are both just quick to find either the fun or the positives in a situation whilst the trickster Dell knows that laughter and smiles often can be used to great effect to endear yourself to others.

3) Will blare loud death metal music but is a cinnamon roll

Okay, death metal doesn't really exist in The Ever Young, but if it did, this is so Nina or Mirror, mostly because this girl behind the screen actually has a really huge love for metal (been listening to way too much Children of Bodom lately haha), and because I find it funny to have someone super small and cute and seemingly completely shy and innocent like Nina be into music like that. But then, she's a lot more than she looks in most aspects.

4) Likes hugs

Okay, this is easier to answer this way:

Even the suggestion of a hug makes Mirror panic and move as far away from you as possible. Unless she really likes you and trusts you, hugging Tea will end up with her stabbing you. Dell would let you hug them but there's a 50/50 chance something really bad might end up happening to you. Hugs with Lou end up with your wallet gone, just because they can. Cat hates hugs from people she isn't close to and Whisp hates physical contact of any sort from people she doesn't trust. Brooklyn has to be in the mood for hugs, even from people she likes and while Nina likes hugs, she is really bad sometimes at remembering how strong she is so hugs can be very painful from her. So only Mari, Marta and Amber are safe bets for hugs.

5) Will stab you if you take their piece of pizza

Okay, so this is just related to food in general and not just pizza but both Lou and Whisp know what it is to starve, to be completely without food. And because of that, both of them do have some food-related insecurities that do lead them to becoming rather territorial of their food, though neither one of them would probably resort to murder if you did take it.

6) Stays up too late and regrets it

Mirror doesn't sleep. Not for pleasure, at least. She is capable of passing out from pain or because of injury but she has no need to actually sleep, nor does she know the experience of being tired.

7) Lets their phone die

Okay, phones don't really exist in The Ever Young but if they did, I see Tea being the one who cares least for her phone and the one most likely to be perpetually on low or no battery.

8) Eyebrow Game. Strong AF.

Dell has the strongest eyebrow game. Like, their eyebrows are always great...even when they shapeshift, if what they shapeshift into has eyebrows, they even make sure to bring strong eyebrow game in that form.

9) Regrets decisions made 5 seconds ago

I think almost all of the characters do face this at least once during the entire storyline, but I think it happens most frequently for both Amber, who does things just for her own amusement without really thinking things completely through, and Nina, who , when upset, becomes just someone who acts completely on emotion and impulse.

10) Will punch you in the face, and you will thank them for it

Amber, Tea, and Mari can all do this and the person would have either asked them to or thanked them for doing so because of powers these women possess throughout the story.

11) Listens to gentle instrumental music but looks like they will kill you

Tea is someone I do see as enjoying just peaceful instrumentals during meditation or training, something soothing and calm in the background for her mind to absorb. Make no mistake though, not only does she look like she'll kill you, if you pose a real and present danger to her or those she feels the need to protect, she will gut you.

12) Makes flower crowns

I don't know why but there is actually a scene, because it popped into my head as something cute and light and charming in between some super serious moments, just kind of roughly written out, of both Nina and Cat chilling together in the grass and making flower crowns together for the others.

13) Makes non-funny puns

Amber loves to toss out really horrible pick-up lines to make others laugh and it's hit or miss on whether they succeed. Meanwhile Lou has a very dry and acerbic wit and a lot of their jokes tend to go over people's heads.

14) May or may not own 500 stuffed animals with all intricate plotlines and personalities

Okay, so it's not so much stuffed animals, but I do think Whisp is someone who made up lots of imaginary friends, fully fleshed out people with their own families and stories and personalities, to combat some of the loneliness she's spend a lot of her time in.

15) Has an obsession with dragons

Its' Dell. I don't even know why, it was just the first and immediate answer that came to mind and the only answer that feels at all right.

16 & 17) Doesn't blink twice when it comes to murder & will offer to kill someone for their friend

Okay, I am going to combine these two. And I'm going to be upfront before any of the story beyond the world-building even gets posted. Upfront and honest - The Ever Young is not a soft place. It is not a safe, secure, happy world where there are no real stakes in place. The Ever Young, at the point we go into the story at, is a powder keg, a land on the brink of all out war. There are no guarantees of safety or continued survival for anyone living in that land and even the most pacifistic of these OC's, if push comes to shove, would end up killing to protect either themselves but especially their loved ones.

18) Likes rocks

Mirror, for some reason not even she understands, seems to have retained a comprehensive and thorough knowledge of the various types of rocks and gemstones and the symbolism behind them. I mean, she can't remember anything about herself but she knows all that. I also see Marta and Cat both liking pretty rocks and gemstones, with Marta being prone to wearing jewelry made of them, particularly a necklace Kusakabe gifted her made of turquoise.

19) Knows how to bake a cake

I see both Mari and Marta being good bakers. And what's more, it's something both women truly enjoy doing and before things got so bad in The Ever Young, I like to believe the two women would meet up throughout their years growing up together to have baking dates, where they'd talk and laugh and enjoy each others company whilst making delicious treats.

20) Knows all the words to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody

Okay, so again, I don't think this is something that would canonically exist in the world of The Ever Young, but if it did, the answer to this question would be Brooklyn and Cat both because nothing will ever convince me that all of HOMRA's boys don't know every word to this song and that they don't sometimes just spontaneously and drunkenly start singing it in the bar.

21) Has screen shots that will ruin lives

While not screenshots, because again, no cell phones exist in The Ever Young, both Whisp and Dell tend to trade in information and secrets and that's part of what makes both characters quite as dangerous as they are.

22) Likes being petty

Honestly, Amber does find some amount of joy in being a little childish and petty, maybe even instigating some petty revenge or prank wars, though she never becomes actively mean and cruel in those endeavors unless the person in question truly deserves it.

23) Will cut you

Tea is one of the most accomplished and well-known swordswomen in the land. She won't just cut you, she'll carve you up like a Christmas turkey.

24) Will get angry at themselves when they develop a crush on someone

Okay, Mirror struggles to really understand her own emotions and even more so, she struggles to feel like it's okay for her to have any of those emotions, especially towards other people, as she feels she would just be a burden or something unpleasant to them so the first sign of her liking someone would honestly scare her so much. I also think Lou, Dell, and Whisp have really hard times trusting other people fully and so, when they feel that attachment or attraction to another person, they do have some complicated and conflicting emotions because they are scared to let people get too close to them, because they all have been burned badly by people in their pasts.

25) Will fight someone twice their size

Nina? She isn't even five feet tall. Does that stop her from kicking ass and taking on a literal giant at one point? Most definitely not and she'll tell you it was one of the most fun experiences she's ever had, she had a ball going up against him.

#replies #ask game #my ocs #the ever young

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twicearoundthesun · 2 years

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[roommates au]

Chaeyoung adjusted her shirt as she stepped into the nightclub; it was unbuttoned a little far, but she looked too good to care. It’d been a very long time since she’d been able to do anything like this, between work and the stress of the past few months, and she was going to enjoy it.

She scanned the crowd for a familiar face but found none. She couldn’t have been the first one here, she was almost forty-five minutes (fashionably) late. She pulled out her phone.

“A little lost?” A sweet voice interrupted her text. Chaeyoung turned.

And was nearly stunned speechless. She cleared her throat and tried not to make a fool out of herself in front of the beautiful woman sizing her up from against the bar.

“Meeting a couple friends here.” She replied, quickly getting her feet back under her. She felt a surge of confidence as the woman’s eyes traced the tattoos up her arm, settled on the one under her collarbone for a second and then met her gaze again. Chaeyoung smirked. “You like them?”

The woman let out a laugh that both stomped any confidence she’d just built up out of existence and became her new favorite sound in the universe. “I do, yeah. Nice to meet you, Chaeyoung.”

Chaeyoung tilted her head. Was she dreaming? She had to be. She’d never met this woman in her life – she sure as hell would remember a face like that. Was she about to get abducted? Murdered?

The woman’s eyes went wide as she seemed to realize how creepy she’d sounded.

“Oh! Oh my god, no, I swear I’m not a stalker. Minari told me you had a tattoo of a penguin that looks like this little penguin she draws and – I mean, that looks almost exactly like a Miguin, the one on your forearm, and what are the odds two people would have an almost-Miguin, unless Mina actually stole it from somewhere – not that I think she’d do that on purpose! And-”

“Sana, you’ve just met the poor girl and you’re talking her ear off already.” Nayeon suddenly appeared, an arm around Sana’s shoulders, swaying a bit. Chaeyoung was grateful for the interruption. “Did you order another round? I’ll help you carry them. Hello, Chaeyoung, this is our friend Sana Minatozaki. She’s exactly this cute all of the time. We’re all sitting at that corner booth, over there. Go put your jacket down. I’ll get you a shot.”

“Uhm- cool, thank you.” She reached for her wallet, but Nayeon pushed her arm back.

“No, no. My treat. To new friends. Go sit, Jihyo’s been worrying you got lost for the past thirty minutes. She nags when she’s drunk.”

Chaeyoung just nodded, actively fighting to wipe the confused look off of her face on the walk over. She couldn’t help her smile as the table cheered upon noticing her.

“Chaeyoung!” Jihyo beamed. “You made it! See, Mina, she’s fine! Why’d you worry so much?”

“You’re a mess, my love.” Mina laughed, making the table erupt into laughter again.

Chaeyoung could tell they’d all certainly had a few drinks by now, but everyone seemed to be having a great time. Jihyo sat leaning against Mina, poking at Jeongyeon who nodded at her with a tight-lipped smile but seemed preoccupied, gaze quickly moving elsewhere. At the other end of the booth, a girl she hadn’t met before with dark hair, perfect cheekbones and a breathtaking smile was pinching Tzuyu’s cheeks.

“Aw, no Dubs?” Tzuyu sat up straighter, shrugging the woman off.

“Am I not good enough!?”

Tzuyu blushed. “I just - I thought you two were a package deal-”

“I’m kidding, Tzu.” She laughed. “Dahyun needed a night in. Clubs aren’t really her scene, and she needed a good recharge.” She noticed she had Jeongyeon’s full attention, now.

“She’s feeling okay, though?” Mina spoke up. Jihyo seemed to sober up a little waiting on her answer.

“She’s feeling okay, yeah.” She confirmed.

“And you’re feeling okay?”

Again, Chaeyoung couldn’t hold back a smile. Here they were in a club, music blasting louder than their thoughts, people packed in from wall to wall, and Mina was making her feel like she was one of the only people on earth that mattered. No one at the table bat an eyelash at it; it was a normal occurrence to check in on each other.

“The only way I’d feel any better is with a few shots in me.”

Mina laughed. “Careful what you wish for. Nayeon is awfully good at peer pressure.” She then nodded at the woman who sat next to Tzuyu. “This is Momo, a friend of ours that went to school with Nayeon. Sana is here too, I think you met her on the way in.”

The beautiful woman stuck a hand out, sleeve sliding up her arm enough for Chaeyoung to tell she had a tattoo that she couldn’t quite make it out. She shook it – of course it was a firm handshake – and offered a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Chaeyoung. I’ve heard your name a lot.”

“Everyone keeps saying that. Should I be worried?”

“Eh, it’s been a while since we’ve had anyone new to talk about. We all know each other’s business too well. Talking about Tzuyu got old fast.”

“Hey!” Tzuyu whined. Momo smiled and pulled the girl back into a side-hug. Tzuyu was definitely a few drinks in, she didn’t shy away from the affection like she normally would. She just squeezed her eyes shut with a smile and rested her head on Momo’s shoulder. It was kind of cute. Chaeyoung briefly wondered if there was more there than met the eye, but reminded herself it was Tzuyu. She’d tell Dahyun and herself if she had any romantic prospects.

That being said, she’d have to corner Tzuyu at some point later to ask whether Sana or Momo had any romantic prospects at the moment.

As the night went on, Chaeyoung realized Mina wasn’t kidding; Nayeon was quite the life of the party. Any trace of awkwardness went down the hatch when Nayeon handed her shot number four, and before long she was being pulled onto the dance floor with some of the most beautiful women she’d ever met, trying hard not to stare. Tzuyu, Jeongyeon and Mina opted to stay back at the table, but Nayeon assured her they were more than content to avoid the dance floor.

Jihyo was more of a party animal than Chaeyoung would have given her credit for, and especially when her and Nayeon egged each other on – there’d been a lot of teasing about who needed to ‘catch up’, and who could handle more shots, who was ‘getting old’ and couldn’t hang. Realistically, Chaeyoung was the one who couldn’t keep up and, further, couldn’t believe they were still standing. But they danced along to the music like they hadn’t been at it for hours, not a trace of fatigue showing through bright smiles, and their laughter was infectious.

Sana and Momo made conscious effort to involve her, too, even though they didn’t know her. Sana was all smiles, ready to dance with anyone that’d give her the time of day. Momo was a bit more shy but would share an amused smile with Chaeyoung any time one of the others did something embarrassing, as if they were sharing a secret as the most sober of the bunch. She tried to ignore the butterflies.

She didn’t have to for long. Sana and Momo were, as she found out, both very much not single. Chaeyoung had to stop her eyes from bulging out of her head at one point when she turned to find them grinding on each other, lost in the music. She quickly turned back to Nayeon, who rolled her eyes and told her it was ‘a miracle they kept their hands off each other this long,’ and she ‘guessed they had been on their best behavior because you’re new’. The next time Chaeyoung met eyes with Sana, the woman winked at her before bursting into laughter at the blush that crept up her neck.

Mina, the angel that she is, wrapped up the festivities at two a.m. when Jihyo started asking when they could get married. She organized Ubers home and double-checked designated drivers, and took Chaeyoung back to the apartment in her car. Chaeyoung was grateful Mina drove there; she hadn’t been out that late for fun since she’d dropped out and she was admittedly too drunk to navigate the busses.

She thanked Mina profusely at the door and told her the night had been just what she needed and she was happy she agreed to go. Mina helped her get the key in the door (maybe she was a little more than tipsy) and reminded her to eat some carbs before going to sleep.

Once the door was locked, she shrugged off her pants and shirt, pulled on a T-shirt she was only half sure was hers, and plopped down into the bed.

“Ow.”

Right onto her intended target.

“Chaeng. Why are you in my bed?” Dahyun’s gravelly, tired voice whined.

“Because I’m lovestruck, Dahyunnie.” She sighed dramatically. She bit a huge chunk out of a slice of bread she’d picked up on her ay through the kitchen. “I’m lovestruck and I’m heartbroken.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Gross. Not you.” She wrinkled her nose. She turned and pushed Dahyun further towards the wall. “Move over.”

“You woke me up. And you’re making my bed smell like tequila. Why would I move over for you?” She mumbled, moving over.

“You weren’t asleep.”

“How would you know?”

“I can sense these things.”

Dahyun let out a long sigh.

“Fine. What was your problem?”

“I’m in love, once again.” She sighed. “With women who aren’t in love with me.”

“Women? Plural?”

“Sana Minatozaki and… Momo.” She realized she’d never gotten her full name.

“What is it with you and unavailable Japanese women lately?”

“I guess I have a type.” She mumbled, eyelids heavy. “They’re Mihyo’s friends.”

Dahyun giggled. “You’ll get over it.” There was a bit of shuffling. Chaeyoung squeezed her eyes shut as Dahyun clicked her reading lamp on and leaned over her to dig through her dresser. “And how are Mihyo and squad?”

“They’re good. They asked about you.” She mumbled. She jumped as something cold touched her eyelid, but realized it was just Dahyun with a makeup wipe. She smiled. “Jeongyeon was there, too. I think she missed you.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“Good. I missed everyone too.”

“You missed her especially.”

“I think she’s cute, Chaeyoung, I’m not… what did you call it? Lovestruck and heartbroken, like you get. You’re just dramatic.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“I’m serious.”

Chaeyoung hummed. Dahyun finished wiping at her eyes. She heard the light click off and the bed dipped a little as she settled back down. Dahyun gently ran her fingers through Chaeyoung’s hair a few times, putting Chaeyoung right on the edge of sleep.

“Chaeyoung.”

“Mh?”

“There’s a water bottle on my nightstand. When you wake up, drink a little, if you can.”

“Mhm.”

“And if you puke in my bed, I’m moving out.”

Chaeyoung didn’t remember responding to that one. She just fell asleep.

#this got real soft #chaeyoung is such a gay and dramatic little shit #but see dahyun takes care of chaengie too its just love all around #sorry i think this doesnt exactly flow well.... but i dont care #Dahyun #chaeyoung #dubchaeng #roommates au #twice fic #twice au

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~The Price~Chapter 43~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

Warnings- Kidnapping, shooting, abuse, r**e (brief and attempted vague descriptions)

After the show, Thatcher was quick to find Taddie at the bar with his brothers, sisters-in-law, and Ash. He scooped her up and spun her around as she let out a squeal and giggled, turning to him once he set her down. As they embraced and kissed, Dario came up behind Ash, sliding a hand over her ass, making her jump and turn, then hit his shoulder as they both laughed. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear before he stole her away, the pair sneaking off to the green room again.

“Ahh…It feels really good to have you here, angel. I’m glad you came out.” Thatcher said, smiling down at her. Taddie nodded, sliding her fingers over his as she said, “I am too. This-This was really fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out on my own with my girls…This is nice, Thatcher. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess. Are you…Feeling safe enough to drink a little bit? We’ll just do a shot and have a drink for the night, ja? Nothing heavy, no more being drunk-”

“No, no, no--Thatcher, I’m not going to take that away from you, I-I just-I…I’m still healing. I know you’d never do anything like that on purpose…I was drunk too. I gave in to my anxiety. I’d never tell you to stop drinking, unless it becomes a real problem…But no more drunk flirting? Unless it’s with me, then-then I guess that’s okay.” Taddie said with a light giggle, sliding her hands up his chest, winding her arms around his neck as she lifted on her toes to kiss him slowly. Thatcher held her close, gripping her hips, lightly, as he began to sway along to the music.

Taddie giggled and broke the kiss, biting her lip as she rocked her hips from side to side with him. She nipped at his lip as she felt her cheeks heat and her chest feel like it was about to burst. They danced along to the music for a little longer before Taddie tugged him toward the bar and Tristan ordered them all a round of shots. Taddie noticed Ash was absent, but so was Dario, and she quickly whispered into Thatcher’s ear that they had both disappeared, a smirk jumping across his face. He whispered back that at least their friends were getting along before they took the shot with everyone, then Thatcher ordered them some drinks.

They drank and laughed with the band and Thatcher’s family, Ash and Dario soon joining them after the second round of shots. Taddie teased her friend, Ash going red faced and leaning into Dario as he slid an arm around her shoulders, the pair exchanging enthralled looks before she looked at Taddie again, then gave a simple shrug. Thatcher and Taddie burst into laughter, then Taddie dragged Ash to the dance floor, both Thatcher and Dario following the women and slipping behind them as they danced. The friends fingers were laced, lightly, as they swayed and moved about, letting the alcohol take over and mix with the music, both of them laughing randomly, making Thatcher wonder if they’d slipped edibles into the club or even their own drinks.

Soon enough, Taddie released Ash’s hand and turned to Thatcher, biting her lip as her hips fell into rhythm with his, rocking back and forth, swaying from side to side, her hands playing with his before she slid her hands up his arms, into his hair, that was blessedly down for the show. As her fingers sunk into the dark strands, all the hair flips Thatcher had done that night ran through her mind and a wicked smirk crossed her face.

Kissing across his cheek, she gently nipped at his ear before she said, “I might be a little drunk…But I…I really want you, Patch. What are the chances of you taking me to the back for a while? Give me a ‘private tour’?”

“Mmm--Careful what you wish for, Princess…I was actually hoping to keep our little adventures private for now? Anyone can walk in on us back there…If you’re ready to go back to the house before everyone else?” Thatcher rumbled back at her with a low chuckle. Taddie bit her lip and shook her head.

“I want to keep dancing with you. I like when we get to dance…” Taddie said with a giggle, nipping along his cheek, scratching at the well groomed beard he was now sporting. It was so dark and had grown so fast, for reasons unknown to Taddie, she found it incredibly attractive. She giggled and turned in his arms again, pushing back at him as she ground her hips against his groin, making him wrap his arms around her waist and squeeze gently. Taddie squeaked and giggled, tugging at his hands to pull them away and lace their fingers together, sliding his hands down her thighs as she leaned forward a little more, looking back at him, over her shoulder.

“Keep that up, Princess, and I’ll make you go home…” Thatcher threatened with a smirk, making her giggle and lean back against him, lifting her arm to curl around his head. She giggled as he lifted their joined hands, wiggling her fingers around to make the sapphire ring sparkle on her hand in the flashing lights. Taddie bit her lip, then laughed before turning her head up to him, their lips sliding together in a deep kiss. His free hand slid down her thigh, gripping the edge of her skirt and fingering the holes in her ripped up leggings. “Let me take you home, Princess. I had my show, I’ll see the boys tomorrow. I want you right now.”

Taddie bit her lip and buried her face in his cheek with a soft whimper as she nodded and whispered into his ear, “Ravage me, my Viking.”

Thatcher let out a soft growl before he latched onto her neck, gently biting then sucking before he pulled away with a smirk, nudging her along. Taddie squeaked and giggled, taking Thatcher’s hand and tugging him with her as they went to the bar, first telling Ash they were leaving. Tristan and Theo decided to go back to their hotel as well, trusting Thatcher’s men to get their girls back safely. They took one final shot before the brothers escorted Taddie out the back, to the SUV’s.

“That was a good show, brother. Best I think I’ve seen you play.” Tristan said, clapping his brother on the back, the two exchanging wide smiles. Theo and Taddie said goodbye before he went down to his own car, getting in and his driver taking off.

“Thank you, brother. It was good to see you all here. I appreciate it.” Thatcher said, bracing his hand on Tristan’s shoulder then pulling him into a tight hug. Taddie watched them from where she leaned against the trunk of the car, smiling at the brotherly moment. As she began to tear up, something cold snaked around her neck and tightened, aggressively, so that only a strangled, ‘No-!’ came out.

Tristan looked up, over Thatcher’s shoulder and saw a masked man dragging Taddie away, then pushed Thatcher toward her as he cried out, “Taddie! Thatcher, someone’s got her-!”

“Taddie, no! Leo! Erik!” Thatcher screamed, calling for his men inside the car, but when Tristan went to the passenger side and ripped open the door, he saw bullet holes in both the men’s temples. Tristan shouted out in Swedish to Thatcher, but got no response, prompting Tristan to emerge from behind the car. A shot rang out and Tristan groaned as he spun around and fell to the floor. “Tris-!”

Another shot and Taddie fought harder against her attacker as she watched Thatcher’s shoulder shoot back and he, too, hit the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she was dragged off, the arm around her throat disappearing and she was finally able to scream out, though it was rough and raspy, “Thatcher! Tristan! No, let me-”

Something hit the back of Taddie’s head, hard, as she fell silent, her head dropping forward as she moaned in pain. She didn’t fall unconscious, instead her vision tunneled then blurred as her heels dragged along the cement, then she heard a car door opening. Taddie was hauled into a car, landing hard on a soft surface, then she whimpered and shifted around, trying to sit up, but the second she pushed herself above laying flat, her world tilted and her stomach rolled, threatening to empty. She whimpered and dropped back down, reaching her hand back to her head, gingerly feeling around.

“Let-L-Let-Let me…Let me go…Thatcher-Patch--” Taddie mumbled as another door opened, then closed, then she heard the sound of an engine start. With a light whimper, Taddie let her head fall toward the sounds and she slowly opened her eyes. Everything was blurry, but she soon focused in on the driver. The short cropped hair, a tattoo that she couldn’t quite make out on his neck-Then he glanced over his shoulder at her and gave her a cruel smirk, coming through even more through his piercing blue eyes. Her eyes went wide as she gasped, tears streaming down her face as she whispered, fearfully, “Jack…No. Please-”

“Beg all you want, Thaden. You fucked up big, this time. Now, you’re going to pay for it. Shut up and lay there or you’ll regret it.” Jack said, stepping on the gas and peeling away from the curb. Taddie whimpered and turned her head to look out the back window, seeing the venue’s marquee pass over her and she let out a sob as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Thatcher came to hearing the frantic cries of Leah and Luna, along with shouting from the boys. Blinking his eyes open, Thatcher let out a groan as he tried to sit up, but heard Theo’s voice as a hand pressed him down.

“Don’t move, Thatch. You got shot. Just stay down, brother. An ambulance is on the way.” Theo said, appearing above him as Thatcher looked around.

“Tris-”

“Tris is fine. You both got hit in the shoulder. Either dude wasn’t trying to kill you or he’s a terrible shot…Thatch-”

“Taddie.” Thatcher begged, tearfully. Theo sighed and Thatcher realized it was Theo’s hand on his other shoulder as he squeezed it, gently. Thatcher squeezed his eyes shut and sniffled, shaking his head as he breathed, “No, no, no, no-Not her…Please, not her-”

“Relax, brother. We’ve got our men out scouring for her. We’ll find her.” Theo said. Thatcher let out a soft sob, then his anger took over and he pushed his little brother’s hand away and groaned, loudly, as he sat up, holding his injured shoulder and pulling it away to see it covered in blood. “Thatcher, come on, man. Don’t be this stubborn.”

“Either I go out and find her or you do, Theo. Get the girls home with Seb and the boys and find her!” Thatcher hissed, tears in his voice. Theo let out a sigh, giving Thatcher’s uninjured shoulder a squeeze, then he got up and went to the girls. Thatcher groaned as he turned and crawled toward Tristan a few feet from him on the ground. “Tris…Hey, Tris-Come on, man. Don’t play around like this.”

Thatcher gave his brother a nudge, but Tristan only shifted with the motion. Thatcher’s eyes filled with tears, thinking Theo was wrong about them both being hit in the shoulder, then suddenly Tristan gasped and coughed, groaning as he held his shoulder. Thatcher let out a relieved sigh and tugged his brother into his lap, as best he could.

“Tad-Is she-” Tristan started.

“Sh-She’s gone. I don’t--Theo said--” Thatcher stammered, his throat going dry as a lump formed. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears slipped down them and he petted his brother’s hair as Tristan slipped back into unconsciousness. Thatcher sniffled and held his brother close, muttering in Swedish, praying they would be alright and they’d find Taddie soon. Very soon.

God, Thatcher prayed.

Taddie had blacked out in the back of the car and came to in completely unfamiliar surroundings. It was half demolished and dusty as all hell. Rubble sat in piles around her and as she shifted, she realized she was placed on one as something hard dug into her hip. When she moved her hands to push herself up, she couldn’t pull them apart and realized they were bound in front of of by a piece of rope. She let out a gasp and kicked out her feet, finding a chain wrapped around her ankle.

Her anxiety set in as she realized Jack had finally gotten her and now it was looking like she wasn’t going to make it out. How many times had Jack threatened her that he’d kill her? How many times did he actually hold her down and wave a knife in her face? She should have left after those incidents, but Jack had said that it was just a small mental break because he was so stressed and promised he’d seek help. Of course, he didn’t, but she thought she loved him, so she believed him, believed he would do better, be better. She was a fool. A stupid, little, ‘Thought She Was Lovesick’, fool. Now she wasn’t going to make it out again. Not this time, she knew Jack would make sure of that.

As the sound of a door bursting open, Taddie gasped and her whole body started shaking as she watched the empty, open doorway of the room she was in, listening to the footsteps get closer and closer until Jack appeared in the room, looking up and smirking as he saw Taddie was awake. She whimpered and shifted around, wanting to scramble away from him as he got closer, but the chain around her ankle was very short, to keep her in place.

“No-No, Jack--Jack, please, don’t-” Taddie whimpered as he came to stand in front of her. She quickly covered her face and head with her bound arms, whimpering as tears streamed down her face.

“Awe…Still afraid, are we? You fucking should be. Filthy whore. Cheating slut! You think you can just walk out on me and find someone else?! I never said this was over!” Jack shouted at her, making her flinch and whimper.

“Jack, please-Please, just let me go. This-This isn’t right, this isn’t love-” Taddie let out a small scream as Jack quickly squatted in front of her, far too close to her for her liking. She peeked out from behind her arms and chewed her lip as he chuckled and smirked at her.

“You think this is about love? What the fuck do you know about love? You wouldn’t know love unless your parents came back to life. And even there, you’d still be a stupid, little girl, who can’t do a simple task right…Wouldn’t you?” Jack spat at her. Taddie winced and squeezed her eyes shut, her anger slowly building and replacing her fear. Breathing heavy, Taddie slowly lowered her arms as her brow furrowed and she looked at him.

“Keep my parents out of your fucking mouth.” Taddie hissed at him. She let out a cry as Jack quickly backhanded her, throwing her across the rubble. She lifted her hands to her face, gently rubbing the back of one over her cheek before she turned to glare at Jack as he got closer, gripping her jaw and bringing her closer. Taddie sputtered at him, trying to find her words as she pushed at him, trying to fight his tight grip.

“You’ve gotten bold. You’d better break that habit. Or it’ll be very painful for you.” Jack threatened. Taddie’s body filled with rage as she inhaled deeply that spat as hard as she could in his face, making him give a shout of disgust and quickly back off of her as she shouted at him, “I’m not fucking afraid of you anymore, Jack!”

Jack wiped his face then quickly came back to strike her again. Taddie whimpered as she fell against the rubble, this time feeling something wet and warm seeping down her cheek. He’d cut her. Taddie panted, seething with rage, anger, and fear, slowly lifting her head to him with a glare. Jack rubbed the back of his hand then cracked his knuckles before looking down at her again.

“Watch that fucking mouth of yours, Thaden. Looks like you still need time to learn to be grateful again. I’ll come back for you tomorrow.” Jack said with a light snicker before he turned and strode out of the room. Taddie let out a soft gasp, realizing he was actually leaving and she would be stuck there for a whole day.

“Wait-Jack, I need water! I need food! Jack!” Taddie screamed after him.

“Should have thought of that before you spit in my face, then, huh, Thaden?” Jack called with an amused tone.

“Don’t fucking call me that-Jack!” Taddie screamed after him. She heard his footsteps retreat then a door open then close. A shuddered gasp left her lips and she chewed her lip as she sat in the dim light, looking around as her fear crept back into her. She sniffled and wiped at her face as the tears flowed steadily. Looking around the empty and destroyed room, she desperately wished to wake up and this was some nightmare, that she was really at Sebastian’s house, wrapped in Thatcher’s arms, having a nightmare. But the pain that blossomed across her face, the aches that set into her ankle and arms from being bound--This wasn’t some dream. It was real and the nightmares she’d had about him finding her and killing her seemed to be coming true. Taddie curled up on the rubble and closed her eyes as she cried herself to sleep.

Thatcher shifted in his hospital bed with another, deep, annoyed sigh. Tora reached over and smacked the back of his head, giving him a look as he gave a light shout and reached up his uninjured arm to rub the spot.

“What was that for, Mother?” Thatcher asked, shifting around and laying his head on the pillow behind him.

“I’m sick of your sighing. Feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to get you discharged any faster. Your brother got shot as well, Thatcher, and yet he’s sitting there, waiting, patiently.” Tora shot at her son. Thatcher gave her a brief glare as he shot back, “He also has his fiance at his side. The woman he loves comforting him. I don’t, Mother.”

“Your father has all of his men crawling over Virginia and the entire East Coast. Every family, enemy or not, is looking for her. You’re doing Taddie no good by sitting there like a petulant child.” Tora said before turning back to her magazine, turning the page. Thatcher sighed and glanced across the room to Tristan’s bed. Leah laid with him, his uninjured arm around her, holding each other close. It was traumatic enough that they came out after hearing the shots, but Leah completely broke down seeing Tristan on the ground, shot and bleeding. Luna was frantic for Thatcher and immediately called Theo back. While Thatcher was in surgery, his mind was filled with worry and thoughts for Taddie. He knew it had to have been Jack that took her-Tristan had sent him a a mugshot of the man and Thatcher recognized the blue eyes that glared at him through the ski mask. That and the fact no one else would have any reason to 1.) Take Taddie and 2.) Shoot Thatcher and Tristan to do it. Especially when Thatcher was unarmed and had his hands up, ready to negotiate with whoever had her.

Thatcher’s fingers curled around the blankets and his heart machine started beeping faster. Tora shot her son a look and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tried to calm himself. He was incredibly concerned for Taddie and terrified they would find her body washed up on the bank of some river, or even the beach for all Thatcher knew. He tried to keep that image from his mind, but if Jack was willing to shoot at the brothers, Thatcher didn’t put it past the man to kill Taddie out of rage and anger. Thatcher only prayed he’d get to Jack to do it to him first.

Over the next several days, Jack moved Taddie around Virginia to keep Thatcher’s men off their trail. Every night he beat her, every day he left her alone, chained up, thirsty and starving. He gave her scraps of food he didn’t like or didn’t want, barely gave her water. As the days went on with no sign that anyone was any closer to finding her, she slowly began to lose hope and was more and more ready to die. Jack was growing tired of her as she began to fight back less and less, starting to get irritated with her.

One day, Taddie was left alone longer than she was used to and when she realized this, she began to try and pick the lock on the chain around her ankle, and when that failed, she began using her teeth to tug at the knots. She’d managed to wriggle a little more slack free by the time Jack finally came for her, but she hadn’t heard him come through the building.

“And where exactly were you going to go with your ankle chained up?” Jack’s voice came, making Taddie scream and jump, turning and scrambling back as best she could as he advanced on her.

“Jack-Jack, please--Jack, I’m not going to run, I ju-It hurts, Jack, please--” Taddie pleaded with him as he stalked over and roughly shoved his hand into her hair, making her yelp as he yanked her up, to her feet. She pressed her hands against his chest with a whimper as he dragged his lips across her cheek and said, low and cruel, “I’ll give you something that hurts and to cry about if you don’t shut the fuck up. What makes you think I trust you, Thaden? You’re a selfish, little bitch that would run to the cops the second I let you loose. You’re lucky I don’t leave you here.”

“Jack--Please, I-I’m-I’m hungry, I’m th-thirsty. Please-I know you’re not this cruel.” Taddie whimpered, gripping his shirt as she tried not to pant too hard in fear. Jack chuckled in her ear, the sound making her sick to her stomach, no longer that hungry.

“You’ve done this, Thaden. You made me cruel. You never fucking listen, so maybe this will teach you--This is what happens when you cheat and slut your way around the country.” Jack hissed at her. She shook her head and sniffled as she tried to protest, but Jack quickly pulled back, his other hand connecting with her cheek and making her cry out. “How else did you make it around the fucking country to avoid me?! All those apartments and houses you rented--You whored yourself out until you found one that fell for your bullshit.”

“Thatcher loves me. He-” Taddie let out a shriek as Jack shook her around by her hair before throwing her to the ground. She whimpered and tried to crawl away, but she was too dizzy and weak. As she turned to Jack to plead with him again, she saw him pull his leg back and she covered her stomach as she screamed, “No! Jack, please-I’m pregnant!”

It was a lie, but it was the only thing she could think of that would make him stop. And it did. Slowly, Jack brought his leg back down before squatting closer to her. Taddie let out a relieved sigh and relaxed, panting softly as her vision stilled and she looked up at him. His face was blank, devoid of any emotion as those chilling blue eyes stared down at her. She chewed her lip and began to think the lie just made things worse as he stayed silent.

“Jack-”

“You don’t get pregnant with my child after 8 years…You spend a fucking month with this kid and suddenly you’re pregnant…This is your fault, Thaden. Remember that.” Jack said, coldly. Taddie gasped, lightly, unsure of what that meant, but before she could so much as open her mouth to ask him, his hands were on her, flipping her over and pushing her down, pinning her against the cold concrete.

“Jack. Jack, wh-Jack, stop--Jack-Jack-J-What are you doing?” Taddie panted, her fear rising as she felt his hands sliding down and gripping the edge of her skirt, yanking it up. Her breath hitched, telling herself he was only scaring her, that he’d never really go through with it--Then she heard her leggings rip as he tore them away from her skin and tore her panties in half. “Jack, stop! No!-Jack, please!-Jack, don’t do this! Jack, please! Please! It-It’s yours! We-We can say it’s yours! No-No-No one-No one will know! -Jack, please!”

“This is your fault, Thaden. You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like a whore.” Jack growled down at her. Taddie sobbed and cried as she begged him to stop, Jack gripping her arms and moving them above her head as he forced her legs apart, pinning them with his knees. She whimpered as they dug into the back of hers, then she heard his belt buckle clinking before the sound of his zipper.

“Jack, please…Don’t do this…Please-Jack-Jack, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. No-No-N-!” Taddie gasped and stilled as he was suddenly inside her, then whimpered as he forced himself into a rough thrust as she sobbed. She whimpered in pain, feeling a rough yank on her hair everytime she did, but she desperately wanted him to stop and back off.

“This…Is your…Fault…You filthy…Fucking…Whore…You pathetic…Little…Slut! Ungrateful!” Jack growled into her ear as he pinned her down. Taddie cried and pleaded with him until he was finished and pushed her away, leaving her exposed and frozen in fear. Panting, Jack got to his feet and did himself up, giving a deep sniffle before he said, “You’ve just about pissed me off to no end, Thaden. And I’m getting sick of dragging you around everywhere…You’d better shape up if you want to see the next day.”

Taddie cried softly and slowly curled into herself, tugging her skirt down over her bared backside. Jack scoff at her in disgust, then turned on a heel to stride out. She clasped her hands together, twisting the sapphire ring around her finger, for some reason he’d allowed her to keep it. Sniffling, she repeatedly pressed her lips to the stone, silently begging and praying that Thatcher found her soon.

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Welcome to Aurora Bay @aurorabayaesthetic, [KEANU VELASQUEZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [EVAN MOCK]. You must be the [TWENTY-SIX] year old [CASHIER AT LAVENDER HAZE SMOKE SHOP]. Word is you’re [ENERGIZED] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [SHE BY TYLER THE CREATOR FT. FRANK OCEAN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [mad, 27, pst, they/them].

Name: Keanu Anthony Velasquez Nicknames: Key, anything related to his pink hair (pinky, bubblegum, highlighter) Age: 26 FC: Evan Mock Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him/His Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Dating Kylee Anthony @kyleexanthony Height: 5′8 Blood Type: O+ Build: Medium Vices: Cannabis, alcohol, vape, occasional psychedelic Favorite Colors: Hot Pink & Lime Green

Quick Facts

Keanu was born and raised in Aurora Bay. His mother had him fresh out of high school and his father was never in the picture. He lived with his mom and grandmother all the way up through high school and maintains a good relationship with both women to this day.

Keanu had been an underachiever since day one. He never applied himself in school often trying harder at being a class clown than excelling in school. He managed to graduate high school with a C average greatly due to cheating on tests and relying on others during group projects. College was never in his cards. Even if he'd had better grades he'd never be able to afford it.

He's worked all over town, usually at minimum wage jobs like McDonalds. He recently got a job at Lavender Haze which is great for his vape addiction. He really likes working at the smoke shop because he's actually knowledgeable about the products and likes the music they play. Keanu got addicted to Juuls in high school right when he started smoking weed and has been a daily user ever since. He usually shows up to work stoned but no one cares.

The one subject Keanu always excelled at in school was art. He'd always been a doodler and used to draw references off cartoons he'd watched as a kid it later evolved into Keanu becoming a tagger. He's usually armed with a paint pen and has littered his signature alien in a little space ship all over town. He's yet to be caught so he's getting more and more daring with his placement.

Keanu's love life is tumultuous. He's never had a relationship lasting longer than six months. He's usually the cause of his relationships going south and has been a cheater in the past though the older he's gotten the less he's inclined to cheat and will just break up with someone if his gaze starts to wander. He's finally learned his lesson there. He's not afraid to send a late night text either and has many people he keeps on rotation.

His body is covered in shitty tattoos all of which have been stick and pokes done by himself or friends. He's always been too cheap to get a real tattoo and many of the tattoos he'd done back in high school have already started to fade away.

He's banned from The Reef because one night he got too drunk and started lighting playing cards on fire at the bar. He spends most of his nights off at Sharky's instead and has probably seen every local band play live there. He doesn't spend many evenings just sitting at home unless he's nursing a hangover from the night prior.

On his 21st birthday his girlfriend at the time dyed his hair pink and he's kept the look ever since though he's usually pretty poor on the upkeep and his hair is usually fade.

Both his front teeth are fake due to a pogo stick accident as a kid. He's also covered in tons of scars from various mishaps growing up but has luckily never managed to break a bone but the possibility is still there. He's taken to climbing to get at hard to reach tagging spots and he rarely does so sober.

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kdipshit · 1 year

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Hard Knock Life ;

I’ve spent years trying to weed through this mess in my head, but it’s getting so clean now, It’s like the cord of thoughts in my brain was hiding some pretty cool stuff under it, pretty dope realisations. Yanno I didn’t go outside and run or walk or workout because my mum would laugh at the people who did that. I wouldn’t speak up because my mother would judge those who did. How can I say this without sounding like I’m an ungrateful daughter who doesn’t like her mum, that’s not true, that the furthest thing from the truth. I love my mother and I don’t blame her, I don’t even think I knew enough to even piece it all together. I feel like im making no sense, but im trying to read this damn chord but it’s hard. I feel like right now, im actually sick so maybe it’s the best time to talk about the rotten seeds imbedded in my brain, I’ve got a headache, im nauseous as fuck, im kinda high a little bit so im not in as much pain, my headaches aren’t fkn normal they’re fat fkn migraines that effects my neck, eye, temple, shoulder, jaw, sometimes it makes my teeth hurt or like they’re falling out lol, it’s pain I can’t open my eyes my vision goes black it’s so dramatic and so fitting for a BPD bitch lmao.

Anyways, I think that convo was getting a little like fucked up so I needed to get my mind off it, idk man I feel like I’m just rambling, I’m thinking too much about the reader and not shifting my attention back to just writing.

I have an appointment with my drug & alcohol Therapist tomorrow and like ugh. I’m feeling sick so it automatically makes me not want to go, she has only asked me of one thing, and that’s to sort my licence out, and do you think I’ve done that? No I haven’t done that, because idk why. I forgot. Like idk why I didn’t go do my licence, I guess I don’t fucking care that much. I don’t feel good today mannn, but I did still do my morning routine, most of it, which just consists on me cleaning my room, making my bed, putting music on and taking my meds lol, I’m back in bed now, but I still feel good and super grateful because my room is clean, my meds are taken, and I don’t really have to worry about anything else until a little later, I’ve given myself the space to chill, which I need sick she’s a sick girl. Oh yeah I applied for a job yesterday like full on went into the shop and handed my resume. I’m excited for the response. Sick of waiting for this other bullshit job, hours are better and it’s closer than my old job and my old job was literally 1km away.

I feel like my mum dropped me, not like physically, but she dropped her association with me when I was like 13-14 she kind of gave up on me and just let me run wild in my own brain, with no help or direction on where to go. She didn’t wanna talk to me about anything, she didn’t wanna hear anything from me, she didn’t care how I felt, what was going on at school, she didn’t care about me, or didn’t make it feel like she did, so I got a boyfriend who I became extremely codependent towards. My mum ignored me, for years, and didn’t talk to me unless we got drunk together, for years, I’m talking like 10 years she left me alone, it was awkward to talk to her, it was horrible, I missed a ghost it felt like, I missed her but I didn’t even know her.

Y’all I know I said goodbye but I’m soul tied to this man. I can’t let him go and I’m a freak for holding on still, thats how I feel, the last thing he said to me was how beautiful I am, and how much he loves me, so why is it so fucking horrible. Why does this feel so horrible, I shouldn’t reach out, thats not what I should do. Not anymore, I make myself look like an idiot, and all these thoughts are just so silly to me. But I miss him, and I don’t know if its because he’s my favourite person, or because he’s the only person to ever get that closet me… like he knows me in a way no one else can, I wouldn’t let them anyway…. I landed a job interview with a company I’m really enjoying, I don’t want to go because its a far journey, and its all too new, I just wish I had ‘him to talk to right now. I just wanna talk. It always turns into an argument, I miss him. ha. I do, I miss him, I still see him everywhere, I see him in me, I see him in everyone, and all the songs that are playing are song I was singing when we were together, yang, all that r&b shit, wee belong together by Mariah Carey just started playing, like, fuck off. Am I not tormented enough? I cant see myself with anyone else, and if that means I’m single forever then I’ve accepted that, and I’m okay with that, no one compares to my first love. And I’m not sick and tired anymore, I’m okay with that, I can understand that, and I’m okay. I guess he’s just a character that lives in my head, and thats the only way I can make peace with not being with him. Maybe he doesn’t even exist? Maybe he’s in a happy relationship, maybe I don’t even love him and I’m just in a mood swing, maybe im in love with someone else, maybe I’m in love with someone I can’t be with BECAUSE I can’t be with them, maybe I’m meant to be with someone else. Idk. Because I have loved after him, and some even more intense than my favourite person, but with my FP, I just don’t know….. I’m bound. Not for too much longer now… surely. I am so ready to let this go, soooooo ready. Omg, I still have his ring in my draw I gave him as a promise ring, he got me one swell, I know we were so married, anyways I still have his ring. Idk where it is but I know its hidden somewhere, that ring is my goodbye. I’ve always known it thats why I kept it. Just like I kept my goodbye from him for so long. The ultimate disrespect to myself. I was open for him for this long, my very first love, my first everything, it was 100% a relationship that was more grown than we were, way more grown. we were acting and living like we were so much older than we were. We were pretty locked in. And it was okay with me because I was following in my parents footsteps, young love, the seriousness, all the ugly. I accepted it all, and I loved all of him, for everything he was inside and out. ill always have love stored away somewhere for him, but choppitty chop chop Jesus Christ its HURTINGGGGGG MEEEEEEE. How??! gahh damnnn I’m tryinggg….. why don’t you fucking do it lmaooo, okay okay okay your right. Were gonna do it together girlie, aswell as let go of the anger I have towards my mother, since it all came out at the same time. Ugh, my counsellor told me to be honest tho so I am. I’m so much stronger than this, holding onto all of this bull fucking shit. I don’t need to hold onto anything, at all. The only thing that exist is this moment right now, thats it and thats all. Consciousness feels pretty trippy btw. Idk why I said that, I think I went into the void of the moment, lmao. Its good to not have to think or feel for use a little bit, everything disappears. All my problems leave, all my overthinking.

He kept me in line, and told me off, he guided me, he helped me, he loved me he cared for me. I can do all of that myself. If its really that, that I want. I guess I’m lonely, and he’s the only other person who can cure that for me. I feel a sensation of completeness when I’m talking to him, no matter the topic, or argument. I forgive him, and I let him go, please.

I love all my ex’s lol, not gonna lie, they all made me so crazy for them, all my ex FP’s , LMFAO, no one does it better, I wanna say I miss having a FP but I don’t, except for that one fkn FP that won’t loosen its grip on my mind, I’ve learned to live with him, its peaceful sometimes, but its still a fucking parasite. I’ve also decided I’m not going to take that job with that cool company in the city, its too far, ill keep an eye out for the other job I wrote a whole cover letter for. The universe has given me options and I am so thankful for that. Thank you thank you thank you. For everything, for it all <3 I was trying to whack the weeds out without looking at them in the eye, how rude.

#blogging #new blog #mental health #actually bipolar #actually borderline #mental instability #actually bpd #original post #original writing #original words

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miekasa · 3 years

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mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao).

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait.

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key.

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster.

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it.

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back.

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you.

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards.

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity.

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in.

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you.

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out.

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it.

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay.

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week.

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone.

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house.

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho.

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening.

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day.

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around.

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son.

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying.

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his.

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it.

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever.

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out.

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car.

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part.

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