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[surven-snacks]

Got through more of the story and my urge to kiss him grows with each encounter.

send help.

aNYWAYS, I have some questions abt ur OC ship<33

Who tries to hold the others hand the most? Who gives the first kiss? Whos big spoon when they cuddle (if they do)?

You dont have to answer but I am curious teehee

hope that helps quell the curiosity king u3u)/ <3

[useless-englandfacts]

I find that the Aldi own-brand peperamis are tastier (they're more meaty, actual peperamis taste like meat-flavour than actual meat to me) and they don't have a foreskin, which is better for the environment too. I think they're called Meatsters. Downside is that they only have them intermittently.

…..so what ur saying is the Aldi peperamis are circumcised?

[heliopauseentertainments]

AO3 Wrapped! 7, 16, 20 (if it's not too late)

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I actually don't use song lyrics! Songfic has never been my jam. And apparently my taste in music is dated.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

According to AO3, it's "Drabble Collection" (though I've been meaning to remove that since it doesn't actually apply since I post my drabbles in a series rather than a monster work), followed shortly by "Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence" and "Post-Transformers: Lost Light 25".

Huh.

After that is "Swearing."

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Let's see, I've already done this one twice, so... I think another one of the ones I reread the most is... uh.

Mostly, when I reread fic, I reread stuff other people wrote. I don't reread my stuff all that much unless I've forgotten what happens/that I wrote it.

Whenever it snows for the first time of the year (snow is rare where I live), I read The Long Walk Home by Spoon888 (it does contain some 18+ content so know that before you click). I really enjoy the feeling of being cold it evokes.

[jjkeremika]

Valentine

description: AoT men and women asking you to on a valentine's date <3

pairing: Levi; Armin; Jean; Erwin; Eren & Mikasa; Historia; Zeke; Reiner x reader

Levi

Levi stood at your apartment door with flowers and concert tickets to your favorite band. He shifted his weight between his heels and toes as he nervously wondered if he should turn back before you realized he had arrived.

Two solid knocks and a light pause later, you opened the door to his stoic demeanor, his lips relaxing into a smile at the sight of you in comfy clothes. He briefly glanced down to his ratty jeans and aged leather jacket. “Hey,” he greeted after clearing his throat, regretting his appearance. He felt he should've dressed up for you.

“Levi, hey!” you returned excitedly, about to pull him in for a hug when you noticed the flowers in his hand. You didn’t comment on them. “What are you doing here? Oh! Come on in!”

You dragged him by his forearm inside, closing the door behind you. “Oh, I was just,” he said quietly, shrugging, “around. And,” Levi lifted the flowers, shifted the weight between his feet. “I saw these and thought of you.”

“Awh, Levi, they’re beautiful!” You eagerly took the flowers from him, brought them to your nose for a long sniff. “Thank you.” You hugged him with one arm before pulling away and rushing to your kitchenette. “Let me just get a vase. Make yourself comfortable as always.”

He followed you to the kitchen, stood awkwardly in the doorway and tried to not blatantly gawk at your figure as you bent over to search the cabinets for the vase.

“I, uh, also saw that Linked Horizon are coming on the fourteenth. Did you s—?”

“Oh my god, yeah!” you exclaimed, hopping up from your position in the cabinet, the ornate glass in your palms. “I saw that!” You filled the glass with water and a spoon of sugar. “But I never bought tickets and now it’s sold out.”

Levi rubbed the papery tickets against each other in his pocket. He watched as you used shears to cut the bottoms off the stems. He pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket.

“Well, if you’re not busy that day…” You carefully dropped each stem in the water, rearranging the flowers and tossing the fallen leaves and petals. He stepped into the room, drawing your attention, and held the two tickets openly. “I’d like to go with you.”

Armin

Working at the library was honestly one of your favorite parts of the day. It was slow, mindless, relaxing, and quiet. The ambiance was kind, and any sour moods evaporated instantly once you entered those archaic arched doors.

Since it was a library, you didn’t really speak with your coworkers beyond necessity, but the blond boy who spent his time at the admin desk always caught your attention—and he was always already looking to you.

The two of you spoke in an unintelligible morse code, an unspoken language of wordless greetings and longing thoughts and lingering stares.

When you both started speaking, it was by bonding over a love of puzzles and logic traps. Armin and you shared stories of writing and interpreting ciphers and tricks, discussed possibilities of work-related games for entertainment.

On the twelfth, you started your shift with the return cart, and a large note in black ink stopped you from starting the task. For Y/N, please review the following, it read, proceeded by four rows each with four columns containing a decimal value and three numbers.

You recognized the decimal shorthand and spotted the books already on the return cart. You picked up the first one and reviewed the set of numbers, eventually determining it as indicators for the desired page number, line, and word.

Once you deciphered the message, you smiled and felt the warm flutter in your belly. You dragged the cart upstairs to the main entrance, stopped outside the administration room to see the familiar fluffy blond hair poking over the computer screen.

Wordlessly you entered and sauntered over to his desk, dropped the sheet of paper with the decoded message and your answer on his desk and left with a wink, leaving him with amazed wide eyes and an open jaw as you left the room.

Will you be my valentine?

—Yes x

Jean

Connie told him the traditional approach was stupid and uninteresting. “It’s y/n! They’re cool and fun and hilarious and awesome! You can’t do something unbelievably lame like you always do,” Connie had rambled in an eccentric voice that now haunted Jean’s thoughts.

“Fucking Connie,” Jean cursed to himself as he fixed his hair in the reflection of the window, trying to maintain his balance as the train rushed over unsteady tracks. He nervously glanced down at his watch, frantically grabbed the handlebar when the tram lurched to a stop.

Jean hopped off and rushed to the bar at which the two of you had decided to meet. He spotted you instantly, in the tight red fuzzy sweater vest and still perfectly fitting baggy jeans. He regretted his overly dressed up appearance with his matching suit and pink tie for somehow still lacking.

“Y/n,” Jean leisurely greeted with an eager grin and sparkling eyes, feeling his body warm up at the quick embrace you gave, “thank you for meeting me here.”

You gestured to the free seat next to you; he sat down. “Oh, Jean, it’s my pleasure,” you said with a smile, “thank you for asking me here.”

The conversation flowed naturally, and Jean felt himself warming up from your attention, the drink, or the room. He slid his jacket off and tugged on his necktie in a failed attempt to cool off.

You noticed the pink tint on his skin and the faint hitch in his breath. You noticed the awkward tugging on his necktie, that he was wearing a necktie at all. You noticed the smile he hid when you touched his arm with your long fingernails, when your thigh brushed against his.

As the night neared its end and he still hadn’t asked, the adrenaline rushed through his veins and he heard Connie’s cynical voice echo in his brain. He felt his stomach drop with each glance towards you, because he was convincing himself he couldn’t ask, couldn’t be worth more than nothing to you.

“I’d really like to see you again,” you hinted while you both stood on the pavement, “soon.” You felt the heat burning into your skull. The shocked expression on his face was tortuous. Maybe it was all in your head. Maybe that was too far.

Maybe it was far enough. “Y/n… would you maybe like to spend Valentine’s day with me?”

Erwin

You had visited the older instructor’s office to ask some questions on the class content, to seek some extra support on upcoming assignments.

Connie had told you Smith was the most helpful of the instructors, but you neglected to factor in the biceps the size of your head, the voice that was smooth like margarine, the eyes that stranded you alone at sea. His help was marginalized by his distracting features, by the concerned expression when he asks if you understand contrasting his brilliant smile and demeanor when you say yes.

And did it really matter if you only understood when it came from him?

His elbow bumped into yours as he leaned to the side, closer to you, to view your page. "Y/n," he started, his leg brushing against yours as he uncrossed his thighs and leaned back in the chair, the skin tingling in his touch's memory, "would it help to meet regularly?"

The question alone caught you by surprise, but paired with his heavy tone, thick with uninterpretable layers, and a curious expression with a piercing blue, watchful gaze. You barely heard him tap his foot over the blood roaring in your ears.

"We can start with an additional meeting on the..." Erwin trailed off, clicking through his online tabs to find the calendar. "The fourteenth." He punctuated his sentence with a click on the date, your eye catching the empty schedule as it appeared on the screen. He turned to you. "We can start then and take it from there."

"O-Okay," you agreed, nodding in sync with the faint throb in your pelvis as your brain reeled with the improbable. "Thank you." Your voice was quiet, and you barely heard yourself speak.

"Absolutely," he breathed out, "more than happy to help." He glanced you up and down, rested his chin between his thumb and fingers to hide his lips, his light blue eyes darkening. "I'll order us something to eat too."

Eren & Mikasa

Mikasa was scribbling your and her names in the corner of her notebook page, actively drawing the small heart around it, when Eren suddenly and loudly slid into the seat next to her, causing her to jump and draw a line through the doodle. She hid it with her palm.

Eren looked at her with a bold desperation in his eyes. “Mikasa, I’ve been thinking about asking y/n out for Valentine’s…” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the side sheepishly. “Do you have any ideas?”

Mikasa’s eyes widened. “O-oh,” she stuttered out, taking a half-breath to quell the unsettling feeling in her gut, “I, um.” She glanced to the palm covering the doodle. “I’ve been wondering the exact same thing actually…” She swallowed dryly. “With y/n, too…”

It’s not that she expected him to be upset, but she was surprised when his eyes lit up in a mix of excitement and relief. He perked up, straightened his spine and leaned towards Mikasa. “Let’s ask together! We can do, like, a three-person date.” He shrugged, tried to contain his eagerness. “I’m not against it. But I still have no fucking clue how to ask.”

You entered the room mid-sentence, both of their eyes focusing to you as you crossed the room to a desk. You glanced up from your phone to see both of them already looking at you, both smiling and waving immediately.

“Hey, babes,” you greeted the two of them, affectionately fixing the out-of-place strand of hair near Mikasa’s forehead. You turned to Eren and smiled wider at his eager anticipation. “I was addressing you too,” you clarified, rubbing his shoulder.

Eren leaned into your touch. “Do you have any Valentine’s plans?” Mikasa asked, playing with her pen. You spotted the heart near her hand.

You started to feel warm, flattened your lips to try to suppress the growing grin but eventually bit your bottom lip. “Not currently. Sounds like I might in a minute, though,” you responded with a wink, smiled wider at the light pink stretching across her nose.

Eren’s voice caught your attention, and you suddenly became aware of the arm he snaked around your waist under your backpack, noticed that your arm had slid along his shoulders, “Would you... want to spend it with us?” he asked nervously, before rushing out, “It doesn’t have to be a date, but, well—”

The heat settled in your stomach, and you felt your pulse in each body part. Your smile twitched at the question—at the implication.

“Yes,” you interrupted Eren’s rambling with a confident answer to a question you’ve never considered before, but now will never forget, “I’d love to spend it with you two. As a date.”

Historia

Ymir had the largest scowl on her face when Historia shyly walked over to you, a pink blush on her cheeks and a sweaty hairline. You shifted uncomfortably under Ymir’s gaze when your eyes flicked to the blonde girl standing in front of you, looking at the floor.

“Hey, y/n,” she started quietly, her cute, high-pitched voice singing in your ear, “how’s your day going?” She had a sickeningly sweet smile, one that made your stomach flip and turn with nerves. You felt your inhale cut short as she stared at you with big, rounded blue eyes.

"Good, thanks," you answered with a smile, “how’s yours?” You continued to pack your bag with your notebooks, ignoring the uncomfortable heat of Ymir’s bold glare.

“Better now,” she answered, a light rouge appearing on her cheekbones. The giddy feeling erupted in your gut and bubbled into a doey smile. “Do you have Valentine’s plans yet?”

You shook your head, tugging on the last zipper. “Nope,” you answered casually, unbothered by the notion of being single on the love holiday, “i’ll probably watch a movie at home.”

“Oh, good idea! I love movies!” Historia added, the grin taking up her face. “I..." The tips of her ears tinted pink. "I don’t have plans either." She rocked back and forth on her heels, clutched her notebook a little closer to her chest. "Would you want to watch a movie together?”

You corrected your posture and returned her soft gaze. "Yeah," you answered with an exhale, started to put your backpack on. "I'd really like that."

Zeke

Zeke haphazardly handed you the blunt, the leaflet threatening to slip from your fingertips and fall from the third story window. “Ze, careful,” you told the older man, rolling your eyes despite the smile lingering on your pursed lips, “you’re gonna’ make me drop it.”

He snorted, settling with an open mouthed smile. You watched the faint red appear around his cerulean eyes. “I can’t make you do anything.” He stretched his hand out, silently requesting the roll back.

You crossed your legs, took a long huff, then passed it over. Your fingers brushed against his, the light sensation tickling the skin for moments after. “If you hand it off wrong and I drop it, that’s your fault,” you explained simplistically, shrugging to emphasize the easiness of it all.

The smoke curled around his beard, followed the lines of the glasses resting on top of his head. He flicked the wrap, spent ash falling to the windowsill. “But I didn’t make you drop it,” Zeke retorted, blowing some residual smoke into your face. He chuckled as you closed your eyes and swatted the contaminant away.

“But you played a direct role!” You reached over and stole the blunt from him before he brought it between his lips; the blond man laughed as he let you take it, watched intently as you brought it to your own. “Wouldn’t have happened without you,” you mumbled with a long exhale, the picturesque smoke rolling off your tongue.

Zeke leaned against the wall, let his wrist rest against his knee, and tilted his head. His smile softened the longer he stared at you directing smoke and ash out the window. “I also play a direct role in asking if you want to have dinner with me on the fourteenth, but I can’t make you say yes.”

You looked out the window, suppressing the blushing grin by biting your lip. You affectionately rolled your eyes at his redirection. Not the same thing—like at all. “It’s different when you know I will,” you retorted, taking a hit and holding it until it burned, still avoiding eye contact.

“So… you will?” He eyed you carefully, handed the rest of the blunt to you and dropped his glasses onto his nose. “Say yes, I mean?” Zeke nudged your foot with his.

The roll slipped from your fingers as you focused on hiding your red cheeks and toothy grin behind your palm. “Well, obviously, yeah,” you answered sheepishly. You spotted the wrap on the wooden floor. “And see! You made me drop it!”

Reiner

You patted into the kitchen to find Reiner in front of the stove, steam rising from the pans as he shifted between items. You admired his bare back, the smooth, silky-looking skin intimately caressing tight, bulky muscles interrupted only by the thin linen apron straps.

The sudden noise of the espresso machine caused you to jump and squeal, which brought Reiner's attention to you. He hurried over, gave you a quick kiss to the cheek. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet," he murmured between more kisses, eventually pressing his lips to yours for a lingering lock.

"I can smell everything from the next room," you responded, lightly tapping his firm chest and kissing his lips again. He pulled away to attend to the aromatic contents on the stove. You sat on a bar stool. “Smells delicious, by the way.”

You saw the way his thin lips morphed into a pleased smile. “Should taste so, too,” he hummed his agreement, turned his back towards you for five more minutes. You indulged in the sight, feeling your own pupils dilate to take in more of his broad shoulders and tailored back.

Then he was making a lot of ruckus, rapidly opening drawers to find utensils and rushing to and from the fridge for toppings and ingredients. He was tossing food onto one plate and carefully aligning it on another.

You slipped off the stool to peak over, smiled at his concentrated brows and peaking tongue as he drizzled chocolate onto the dish.

You were right behind him when he turned around with the dish ostentatiously in his hands, his kind blue eyes sparkling with pride and excitement and anticipation.

You audibly gasped and brought your hands to your open smile. “Reiner! Wow!” you said astonished, hearing and feeling your stomach rumble with hunger at the sight of the heart-shaped pancakes with a chocolate lace drizzle, at the bacon and eggs and toast arranged on the side.

He waited for you to read the hidden message, the note written in jam on the toast. You giggled, took the plate from him to put on the counter, and embraced him. “I’d love to be your valentine,” you said with a long kiss.

[seeingivy]

the mariners

spider!eren x f!reader

**part 2 to my spider-eren post

an: I call this...I hate my writing so much that I will just post whatever came out and say a prayer. also the fact that I ignored the poll and just picked one but u know whatever. no one ask me for part 3 bc I will write reader getting injured...

--

to spider-boy 

you: YOU KNOW WHAT’S STUPID?? 

eren: admin not approving your budget requests? the color scheme for prom? reiner? 

you: yes. to all of the above, but that wasn’t what i was going to say. my beef is with DOORDASH TODAY. 

eren: and what did doordash do this time? 

you: if the store closes IN THIRTY MINUTES, WHY CAN’T I ORDER FROM THE STORE????? 

eren: woe is you. but they need time to get there, sweetheart. 

you: you’re supposed to be on my side. 

eren: just go and get it urself lazy pants :D 

you: my stomach hurts. im on my period and i just wanted to order stupid ice cream to my apartment >:( 

eren: sorru swertheaft 

you: quit swinging and texting. just call me when ur home. 

Approximately twenty minutes later, you’re met with a very out of breath Spiderman and a tub of chocolate ice cream banging against your window. You pull apart the curtains and glare at him as Eren quietly sneaks in and plops down on to your red-and-yellow Harry Potter sheets. 

He’s never really come into your house properly, your dad being the police chief who wants his head on a stick and all, so he’s never really seen the extent of your…dorkiness. And he can tell right away, that you haven’t changed your bedroom from the little princess crowns and trophies you’ve been winning since fourth grade displayed on your dresser. 

You dig around in your closet for the hoodie and sweatpants you stole from Eren last time you were over at his apartment and place them on the bed for him with a pat. He’s peeling out of his suit, throwing on the clothes you left him as he reaches forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. You note the big bruise on his side, yellowing as he pulls the hoodie on. 

“You know, when I vent to you, I’m not really expecting you to go swinging around fixing my problems, Eren.” 

“I know that. But I can do that, why wouldn’t I?” 

You pinch the side of his cheek as the two of you pull into your sheets and resting your head against Eren’s shoulder as he digs his spoon into the ice cream. Eren braces himself as he asks the question. 

“How was your day?”

“Oh my fucking god, Eren. You would not believe it. I wear a white skirt to class and then of course I get my period. And then that dumbass Reiner on the student council starts telling me that he’s going to run against me for class president next year. As if he actually comes to any of the meetings, and then-” 

Eren loves this about you. That you get so worked up, so frustrated that the little veins in your forehead start bulging out. That you care so much about what the theme is for prom and that you lay out your outfits for class the day before and-

He leans forward as you keep ranting, silencing you by pressing a kiss to your lips. He can taste the chocolate hanging off your lips, positive that his lips taste the same on yours. Eren can feel you immediately feel relax under him by the way you snake your hand around his neck to pull him closer.

The second you yank him in, deepening the kiss as you hit the wall behind you, Eren slithers his hands around your legs and pulls you on top of him. He’s sure that the ice cream is melting on the side table and that he should stop because you’re on your period and because your parents and your brother are downstairs but you’re just pulling him in with your stupid flowery smell of yours and yanking him back every time he tries to pull away that he can’t. 

Eren starts kissing down the side of your neck, blood burning at how your body moves under his touch. He focuses on that one part of your neck - a few inches right below your ear - and sinks in, squeezing in on the same spot. 

“Eren.” 

“Shut up. Your little brother is downstairs. And your parents would-” 

Right on cue, you hear a knock at your door. You and Eren frantically pull apart with matching widened eyes as you dart around for a place to hide Eren. 

“Hi bug, can I come in?” 

You immediately pull Eren off of your sheets and he quickly crawls under your bed. Your dad walks right in as you wipe the wetness off of your neck, with him setting your dinner plate down and taking residence at your desk. He lifts up the papers on your desk - the fucking DNA samples that Eren gave you so you could figure out how he became Spiderman in the first place - and lifts them up to read. 

“Arachnoid Deoxyribonucle- this is so dense I can’t even understand it.” 

You quickly yank the papers out of your dad’s hands, shuffling them in your stack and placing them far, far away from where he was sitting. 

“Why are your lips so…swollen, bug?” 

You feel your cheeks burn as you bring your hand up to your mouth, feeling the puffy skin under your fingers. Because your stupid boyfriend was fucking pulling you onto his lap and sucking on your fucking lips. You cover up the side of your neck with the ends of your hair, positive that Eren’s lips left a sweet, pink spot on your neck that would purple up tomorrow. 

“L-lip plumpers.”

“Lip plumpers? Don’t tell me you’re doing all that for that Jaeger kid, because-”

Oh god. 

“No. I’m not, I just-” 

“Your mom said he was a sweet kid, like the stupid nerdy type. Like socially inept or whatever.” he murmurs. 

“He’s not socially inept, he’s just shy!” 

Your dads smirking at you now and you can feel your cheeks burning at what he says next. 

“Uh huh. Mrs. Eren Jaeger. I can’t believe you’re dating the same kid whose name you used to write all over your notebooks and diaries. And I get that you like the guy but you don’t have to change yourself just for some-” 

“I didn’t do it for him! And that was a long time ago and that wasn’t even true and-” 

“I’m teasing, bug. Just make sure you bring your plate back down. I feel like you haven’t been eating as much since you started planning the prom and working at Oscorp and all.” 

“Yeah, Dad. I’m really, really busy so if you could just leave that would-”

“Hey kid. I just wanted to see you. I know that you’re busy but would it kill you to-”

“No, no. I know that, I’m going to come to the vigil on Saturday, okay?” 

“Okay, bug. You better not be late.” 

“Promise, Dad. Love you.” 

You slam the door shut as he walks out, panting behind the door. You sit directly on your bed, ankle circling his fingers around your ankle and squeezing before he crawls out, his head placed directly on your lap. 

“Mrs. Eren-” 

“Shut up.” 

“It’s cute! You had a crush on me when you were-” 

“Eren. Drop it, please.” you whine. 

He climbs back into your bed, opening his arm for you to lie right against him. He’s rubbing small circles into your back, pulling open your laptop as he looks for a movie to watch. He pulls in, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair as he talks. 

“Sorry to leave you all hot and bothered, sweetheart.” 

“I’m on my period. There was no way you could have fixed that. And don’t act like I don’t see your friend through those sweatpants you’re wearing. You’re more hot and bothered than I am.” 

“Did you just call my dick your frie-” 

You clamp your hand around his mouth, cheeks burning as you lay against him. 

“Quit teasing me, Eren. I’m in pain.” 

He leans down, cupping your face with his left hand as he presses a soft, soft kiss to your already swollen lips. 

“Stop moaning and groaning you big baby.” 

He leans down, pressing soft kisses all over your face as he clicks the movie on, as you nestle into his arms. 

“What’s on Saturday, sweet?” 

“The vigil for the Monroe family. It’s on Twelfth Street, at the Mariners if you want to come with us. I know my parents would really like it if you came and-

“No. I’m busy.”

You feel your muscles clench at the decisiveness in Eren’s voice, your cheeks burning for even suggesting it. 

Why would Eren want to come with your parents to the vigil? He doesn’t even really know them that well and-

And Eren can feel the guilt itching in his throat at how dejected you look, your expression falling the second he denies you. And really - he hates to deny you. Eren reaches forward, tucking your hair behind your ear as he frowns. You reach for that little soft dent in his cheek, right where his dimples are, as you poke them twice. 

“That’s okay, Eren. I was just suggesting it.” you whisper. 

“The Mariners. They…thew a vigil for my parents when they died. I actually haven’t been back since.” 

You deflate, wrapping your hand around his neck as you lean into his touch, warm on your skin. You’re tracing little shapes into the skin on his biceps, his soft breaths filling the silence. 

“I’m sorry, Eren. I totally forgot about that, I-” you whisper. 

“How could you have known?” Eren murmurs. Back. 

“I was there. I should have remembered.” you respond back. 

Eren smiles in response, leaning his forehead against yours as he smiles. You absentmindedly reach for his dimples again, lightly smile at the little lines in the softness of his cheeks. 

“You wore two braids. The…the kind you like split in the middle.” 

“Pigtail braids.” 

“Pigtail braids. I remember, you only did them sometimes. Like when we had that holiday party in fourth grade…or Mikasa’s going away party. And you wore them to the vigil, with your shiny red shoes.” 

“I loved those shoes! I literally sobbed when I grew out of them and they didn’t make them in my size anymore.” you whine. 

“You gave me brownies, I think. We didn’t talk while we were there, but your family - you left them on the table.” he responds. 

“Yeah. I guess I was a little bit nervous to talk to you.” you murmur. 

Eren grins. 

“Because I’m so cute?” Eren asks. 

“Shut up. I did not-” 

“Yes, you did. Your dad just said.” 

“And what? I can’t like my boyfriend? Is that a crime?” 

Eren pulls you fully into his arms, burrowing his face into your neck, as you reach up and card your hands through the mess of his hair. It’s arranged every which way - no thanks to his mask - as you comb it back against his forehead and lightly rub your finger against the pink scar on his forehead. You pull back, reaching forward to press a kiss against the skin. 

“I’ll try to come, okay? I want to meet your family. And I should go back.” Eren murmurs. 

“Don’t push yourself. You’ll meet them when you’ll meet them. And you’ve already met Falco, technically, so-” you respond. 

“Just, promise you’ll be there? I’d hate to come all the way there just to not be graced with your presence.” 

You smile in response, as he pulls the blanket over the two of you and nestles into your arms.

--

It’s not that you hate going to the events. The vigils, the funerals, the lot of them. You’ve been to hundreds since you were a kid - an instance from your dad that you had to show out for the community, in the way that they were needed. That people were only held up by those around them and that you should always be the first one to reach. 

But there was something about it that just sat with you for too long. Watching the kids pass by, with the decorated pictures of their parents at the front, or a sibling standing alone in front of their own they just lost. At first it made your heart hurt - that it could easily be your parents on the picture and you standing in front of them. Or that your hand could easily go cold and never be filled with Falco’s warmth again. 

But this time around, it strikes you too deep. That this kid, it was once Eren. That he did stand there alone and was probably so reminded of it everytime someone invited him to the vigil that he couldn’t even stand to come back. 

“Hey kid.” 

You look over to your side to find Levi, the other volunteer you’ve seen frequent these events with you, beckoning for you to join him at the side walls where the two of you always seemed to stand. Not that you were anywhere near the same age, Levi was considerably older than you, but the two of you were always in agreement. That everyone else should make their move for condolences before the two of you did. The adults, the family - they were all primary to the strangers like you and Levi. 

“What did you bring?” you ask Levi. 

“Salad.” 

“Boo.” you respond. 

He elbows you in the side, as the two of you sport your soft smiles, as you watch everyone line up in the front. 

“What did you bring? Cupcakes?” he responds, jeering at you. 

“Brownies.” you murmur. 

Levi laughs, and you elbow him back, as the two of you watch the two kids stand at the front, and lower your heads. It’s right at that moment, in the break of silence, that there’s a large clanging noise directly to your left. 

You and Levi turn your heads in unison to find Eren standing at the front, now awkwardly picking the trash can up. You can see Pieck at his side, mouthing a quiet apology as every returns back to their conversations, and she reaches up to tousle his hair. 

“Be right back, Levi.” you murmur, as you quickly pace over to the front where the two of them are still standing. 

You make it over to them fast, with Pieck folding down Eren’s collar, as the two of them look over at you and smile. 

“Hi guys.” you whisper. 

Pieck smiles wide, giving Eren’s cheek one last pinch before she reaches forward and wraps her arms around you. 

“Hi sweet girl.” PIeck whispers. 

“Hi Pieck.” you respond, putting your hands on both of their arms as you talk. 

“Thanks for coming.” you murmur. 

You immediately blank, realizing very quickly what you said. You’d hate to make Eren feel more awkward, to make it more of a thing than it was. 

“I-I didn’t mean it like that! I just mean-” 

“I know what you meant. It’s okay.” Eren responds, smile so warm that you immediately deflate. 

“I’m going to go make my rounds. Come find me if you need something, Eren?” Pieck states.

He nods, as you reach down and lock your hand with his and give him a reassuring squeeze. He abesntmindedly leans his head against yours, as the two of you quietly whisper under your breaths. 

“Hi Spider-Boy.” 

“Hey.” 

“I’m glad you’re here.” you murmur. 

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” he responds. 

You smile, as you lead him back to where you were standing, at the side with Levi. Levi gives the two of you a polite nod, as you brace yourselves against the wall again. 

“Eleven people ate my salad. Two people ate your brownies.” Levi states. 

“Okay, Levi. I’m so glad you’re keeping count.” 

“Hi Levi.” Eren states, holding his hand out. 

“Eren.” 

You pause, giving the two of them a weird look. 

“He’s friends with Hange.” Eren says. 

You feign shock. 

“You have friends, Levi?” 

“Very funny.” Levi responds, glaring. 

The three of you stand there for sometime, as you nervously fidget with Eren’s hands in yours and watch each of them consecutively give their condolences. The line eventually dwindles down, as Levi leads the way for the three of you to enter the line last. 

“Do you always wait till the end?” Eren asks. 

“Yeah. Just makes me nervous, the entire thing.” you respond. 

“So you wait till the last second until you’re a big ball of anxiety?” he asks, eyes narrowed. 

“Exactly! You just get me, Eren.” you respond. 

The two of you walk down the line, as you both stand in front of the two of them, and crouch on your knees. And you’re in complete awe of the fact that Eren’s so quick to talk, when you had been hyping yourself up to talk for the two of you the entire time. 

“Hi guys. I’m Eren. This is Y/N.” 

The two of them don’t respond, sharing a blank look, as Eren reaches forward, noticing the little pens on their lapels. 

“You guys are Spiderman fans, huh? I have something really cool to show you.” 

Eren stands up, gesturing for the two of them to follow, as you instinctively reach for his elbow and give him a look. Except in response, he reaches forward and presses a kiss to your cheek before he shuffles away with the two kids at his side. 

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Eren reappears after forty-five minutes, with the two kids in considerably greater spirits and a big smile on Eren’s face. He gives the two of them a wave goodbye, which they both respond to excitedly, before they run off and Eren snakes his hand around your waist. 

“Hi stranger.” he murmurs. 

“You disappeared for quite some time, Eren.” you respond. 

“Had to do a thing.” he responds, shrugging. 

“Uh huh. You better have not done what I think you did, Eren.” 

He smiles in response, reaching forward to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it. I want to show you something.” 

Eren locks his hand with yours, as he drags you towards the back, and gives you a shining smile as you walk into the back halls of the little community center. It’s dark and dusty in the back as you feel your nose immediately tickling at the dust and Eren drags you straight to one wall in the center. It’s filled with small printed pictures, each of them glossy and shiny, as the two of you stand facing it. 

“When my parents died, there was this guy who came to our vigil. His name was Levi. And everyone at the vigil, they kind of look at you with these really shitty, pity eyes. They aren’t exactly all pretty girls in pigtails who make really good brownies, ya know?” he states. 

You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder, as the two of you look over all the pictures. 

“Levi, he was the last person to talk to me. He told me this thing, a secret, that only people without parents know.” 

“What’s that?” you ask. 

He reaches forward to flick your forehead. 

“Silly. It wouldn’t be a secret then.” 

“Okay, okay. Fair. Keep going, Eren.” 

“Anyways, they take this corny picture of you at the end. With your family or whatever. And mine is….all the way right there.” Eren says, pointing to the top. 

You look up at the picture of Eren, standing awkwardly in between Pieck and Hange with a pinched look on his face. Hange and Pieck have him tucked into his arms, which he’s easily resisting, and the picture makes your heart clench so hard, that you hug him full on. 

“Eren. You’re so…” you look over at him, frowning at his soft smile at your side. 

“You’re sweet. Thanks for inviting me. This was…nice.” 

You wrap your hands around his neck, bring your hands up to his cheeks to brush the softness of his skin. You reach forward to press a kiss to his nose, which has him curling his face in response. 

“Really. I like being here now. With you. I got to tell all those old ladies that I had a pretty girlfriend that made the brownies. Show off a little.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

He shakes his head, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips, before you walk back towards the main room. 

“Now where’s your dad? I want to talk to him about Spider-Man.” 

“I’m going to slap you.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll just gift him this.” 

Eren presses something hard into your hand before he shuffles off, right towards where your parents are standing. You look down in your hand to find the pin, the two the kids were wearing in your hand. You place it onto the collar of your shirt, before you stand up in join him, noticing that he has the other one pressed to his shirt as well. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. My name is Eren.” he states, extending his hand out, as you two lock your free ones together behind your backs. 

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an: do not let me make this a series I swear to god

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂

description: lauren and her arsenal player girlfriend go on holiday for their year anniversary and use it as a way to remind everyone why they hold the top spot as fav woso couple

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lauren james x female y/n

disclaimer: I am in no way saying Lauren is gay or bi-sexual - this is strictly a work of fiction

there are not enough blurbs and imagines about lauren so I made some

entirely inspired by @daydreamingleclerc :))

some sexual themes and comments - nothing too bad :)

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Lj10 my girlfriend is hotter than urs 🤷‍♀️👍

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y/n: idk i cry a lot???

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username2: she’s so fcking stupid 😂😭

mbrighty04: y/n damnnnnn 🔥🔥

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leahwilliamsonn: okayyyyyy 😍

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y/n: it’s all for u captain 😇

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Lj10: the fck? 🤨🤨

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leahwilliamsonn: shhhh this doesn’t involve you lj

katie_mccabe11: lauren your insta is turning into a y/n fanpage mate …

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y/n: tbf mine is the same for her 😝

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katie_mccabe11: that’s cause ur a simp 👍

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y/n: damnnn grandma learning the kids speech 🥹

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katie_mccabe11: you’re only 21 shut up! 😡

username3: SHES SO HOT OMG 😍😍

username4: fuckkkkkkkkk 🔥🔥🔥

username5: 🍑🍑🍑

miafishel10: how many takes did the second photo take? 😭

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Lj10: too many mate

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y/n: IT HAD TO BE PERFECT BABY 😠

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lucybronze: bet lj didn’t complain too much wth you on top of her tho y/n 😶😶

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Lj10: ;)))

stanwaygeorgia: Cuties 🥺

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y/n: 😊😌

y/n: alsoooo my girlfriend’s hotter than urs baby 💋

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Lj10: liar 🙄

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y/n: ik u r but what am i? 🤷‍♀️

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Lj10: hottest girl in the world ;)

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y/n: I have once again been outplayed lads 🥹

Arsenalwfc: looking peachy y/n! ❤️

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play at the hotel bowling alley ✔️

lauren gets hit on by the waitress whose been serving us all night ✔️

lauren reply with asking for another drink for ‘her missus’ ✔️

me not slapping a bitch ✔️

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leahwilliamsonn: ShUt UP 😭

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y/n: Wasn’t like we’d been snogging all night either 😠

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reece: shoulda slapped her mate 😂

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Lj10: don’t start !!

username2: I LOVE REECE AND Y/N’S RELATIONSHIP 🥹🥹🥹

katie_mccabe11: I imagine you were fuming ??! 😡

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y/n: nahhh we went and made out in their photo booth and left one of the three print-outs on their cute print wall 💋💋

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lucybronze: iconic 😂

username3: don’t be shy - tell us her name 😶😶

keirawalsh: who won ?? 🤨🤨

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samanthakerr20: deffo y/n 😭💋

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mbrighty04: nahhh lj all the way 👍👍

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caitlinfoord: nah y/n has to be ! xx

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y/n: It was Caity! 😌😌

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Lj10: let you win baby @y/n

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y/n: take that back you little shit 😡

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Lj10: I’m older and taller love 😂

username4: why would she come onto lauren tho ??? like these two are SO in love ?! 😡

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username5: cause lauren’s famous !! 🙄🙄

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mbrighty04: I CANNOT WITH YOU TWO 😭

y/n: hehehehehheh 😘

reece: how do i bleach my eyes ?? 😭

y/n: i can do it with a spoon if you need? xx

reece: i hate you sm

jbeattie91: Amber would like to say she is stealing all of these poses for us 😝

y/n: YALL WOULD EAT THESE OMG 😫😫

lucybronze: you two 🙄🥺

y/n: luv u too !!

miafishel10: HAWT 🔥

y/n: like you b 😉😗

samanthakerr20: YOU LEFT THAT?

ON THE WALL?

FOR EVERYONE TO SEE?

y/n: nahhh only pictures 2-4 😜

samanthakerr20: you give me gray hairs

k says you guys r cute tho

y/n: omg say hi to her i miss her sm !! 🥺💋

katie_mccabe11: jesus god

y/n: not in this place of worship

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miafishel10: HAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS GOLD 😭😭

stanwaygeorgia: PLOT TWIST LMAO 😂

lucybronze: omg NO

y/n: istg luce imma slap this bitch - SHES ASKED LJ THREE TIMES IF SHE WANTS HELP PUTTING SUNCREAM ON

lucybronze: i kinda want you too, but Keira is saying no to the slap

y/n: UGH fineee

samanthakerr20: THIS IS CHAOS

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

ella says mark your territory …

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reece: HAHAHAHAHAHAH 😭😭

y/n: the games the game 🤷‍♀️

katie_mccabe11: absolutely gold omg 😶😶

y/n: honestly it was outta pocket 😫

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

y/n: it was honestly a moment 😭

lucybronze: what a day 😂

y/n: honestly it was a nice day mainly 😜

miafishel10: is the new one nice at least????

y/n: HES FANTASTIC! His name is Sam and he’s showing us his puppy he has with his bf which is adorable and he’s taken some cute pics of me and Laur so look out for them ;))))

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Lj10 we really are hot

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mbright04: cuties 🥺

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Lj10: cheers Mills! y/n says luv u! x

samanthakerr20: these are actually so sweet 😫

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Lj10: Thanks Sammy 👍

lucybronze: who took these photos?!!

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Lj10: our new waiter Sam! Absolute Legend!

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y/n: we love sam v much! 😘

username1: THEY ARE SO CUTE

username2: UGH 🔥

username3: ROMANTIC! ❤️❤️

y/n: just would like to point out as cute as these are - lj still wouldn’t play mermaids with me :((((

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y/n one whole year with you baby and six more days in our own paradise ❤️ i love you x

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ya girl ran out of image allowances on the app - which ngl is stupid!

But lemme what you lot think?? request if you want anything and I’ll do my best xoxox

- Queenie xo

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[prostocupoftea]

Kinitopet Programmers AU

finally i am finished with this one, daaaamn

it is hard to draw pathetic men with midlife crisis when your style is mostly for anime boys

more info and sketch version under the cut!!

sketch version aka how it'll probably look like in comic version 'n some doodles

srry for my writing but i was too laisy to put it as regular text

It is a plot-based au, i already have most of the storybits and like... a vibe-chart (i tried to make a playlist for this au and understood that for different chapters and different characters that'd be a copleatly different music, sooo it's a chart now :) )

i will post a fog-o-wared timeline that im hopefully gonna reveal comic-by comic, but also maybe with just pure writing. Hopefully i can include songs that i chose for them into it but we'll see (:

aaand of course designs can change, hopefully not much but we'll see

Now about au:

Main story:

Story follows non-sentient AI Kinito, his creator Sonny and his beta-tester Victoria (oc)

Being literally the first AI (or RRA in-univere) ever, Kinito does not have any, and i mean, any ai safety features so of course his reponce to a goal phrased as "have user near me and/or interacting with me as much as possible" is digitizing them into his own virtual world while killing them in the process. why wouldn't it be?

So that happened. Like, a lot. And with Sonny and Vic too (at the different time but yeah)

Sonny is like "He kills people. We should turn him off because, you know, killing people is bad."

Vic is like "well, we will die if we do that, and it is not that bad here, we are kinda immortal. We should give him acces to changing his initial instalation code before admin priveleges and acces to social media so we can have everythin we want here. It is not that bad to digitize humanity, yk?" and yes i know it is 90, no social media, but shut up, if they made ai then, then i can make twitter then too

Sonny is like "...no??"

And then they fight about it for million chapters

Also they both can't do anything without agreeing bc they have two parts of that admin access key (the data you use to delete kinito in-game) so they are stuck with eachother (also that's why Kinito can't just kill them)

Little facts that may or may not to be important:

Kinito asks so many questions (and weird once too) and has most of the glitches because he needs to analise your responces to copy your mind perfectly (let's pretend that people wouldn't lie about that...)

Your house in your virtual world is made from important places from your memories and oh boy can i do character explorations with this one

I decided that Sonny and Vic are not related. There were thoughts about making then "The Kinito Brothers" (or, at least, siblings) that were mentioned in commercial, but nah, they are just coworkers now. And a bit of work-friends (bc if you interact a lot as a manager of the project and the best worker might as well be friendly)

Author has no idea how small dying toy companies that accidentally create technological marvel work. Author has some idea how AI-s work. So be prepared to be spoon-fed info abut which ai safety problem we are dealing with in which chapter (:

Kinito will mostly be unrendered (as drawn here) but for some cool moments i might pose him as for my other posts. Also his eye placement changes to the side that is most visible because i want him to be able to look to the right side sometimes--

Also when i say "fucked up mentally" i mean they have that them psychological problems with me projecting heavilly B) (guess on who i project most. trick question. all of them. the whole au is my problems split into three characters and forced to interact B) )

Also sea-creature analogies (that are gonna be mentioned like twice):

Victoria is a flying fish because deep character reasons

Sonny is a pufferfish because i said so

oh also there is 7 deaths in the plot as for now

on 3 characters

good luck figuring out who, how and when ((:

for my own sanity i will probably make little doodles where everything is great and kinito is a good guy and not a number-obsessed maniac (i mean... can u imagine not being able to feel any happiness from anything besides one thing... damn...) and you can differenciate them bc good-guy kinito will have a lot of stickers on him (i will explain it somehow but real reason is just bc it is cute af)

like this but even more stickers (he is unfinished here)

[hmshermitcraft]

When Mumbo joined Hermitcraft, he brought with him a large collection of flavoured teas. Peppermint, ginger, baked apple, you name it, he probably had it. Most were tea bags but some were loose leaf, the kind that could only be brewed with the utmost care and consideration.

“Well, you must like your tea then, Mumbo.” Someone says, and he responds with,

“I only take chamomile or breakfast tea.” He answers with a simple smile, proceeding to close the cupboard to his collection and not offer anyone any.

Eventually, as he and the other hermits get closer and as more join, he slowly begins to share his teas with others. Never the loose leaf, mind you, but the flavoured tea bags were often offered to hermits who visited or on the coldest nights of winter to any member who needed it.

Then the news of Evo reached Hermitcraft, and it stopped. His tea cupboard was locked and sealed with redstone. Anyone who requested tea was refused as Mumbo began hiding himself away entirely. Until he hears that Xisuma is going to leave with other admins to fight the watchers.

When he finds him, this is the first time they’d seen each other in a while. “Xisuma! X! Wait!” He grips onto the armoured man, “If you find Grian, bring him here! Please!” He isn’t crying, but his eyes look bloodshot from stress and his heart is beating so hard Xisuma is sure he can hear it in his own ears.

“Well- um- Alright.” Xisuma had no clue how else to respond, but Mumbo quickly calmed down and wished him goodluck, before rushing off home again.

While the hermits waited for their admin to return, many camped out at spawn awaiting his arrival. The more days passed, the less hope they had of seeing him again.

Slowly, the other hermits began packing up their bases. Hermitcraft 6 would be starting soon, Xisuma had set it up before leaving. Everyone stopped camping at spawn except for Mumbo.

One day, a bright beam of purple appears in spawn, drawing the hermits toward it. They all watch with bated breath as two bodies step out.

The rest of the server crowds around their admin, wanting to make sure he was ok. Over their chatter, Mumbo hears Xisuma begin to introduce someone, but shouts over top.

“Everyone, this is,”

“Grian!” Mumbo shouted, darting between hermits to see his best friend.

The man, who had remained somewhere between vacant and stoic since arriving, beamed at sight of Mumbo, shouting his name in response despite his hoarse voice.

Their pair shared a tight embrace and a kiss, the redstoner picking his friend and spinning him off the ground. When they finally let go, Mumbo began to pet Grian’s hair and hold his face before rambling on asking if he was injred, what had happened, did he need anything.

“I’ll tell you later.” Grian said with a mischievous tone, but there was a something sad behind his eyes that Mumbo recognised.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Oh, I’d love some… do you still have that baked apple?”

“Ofcourse I do! It’s your favourite.”

“You spoon.” Grian teased, pressing a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek before gripping his hand.

And now the tea made sense to the hermits. It wasn’t that Mumbo liked collecting it, or that he hid them from the hermits because they’d upset him. He had been keeping them for his boyfriend (fiancé they later learnt) if he ever came to visit. And he had locked them away after news of Evo (Grian’s server) falling reached Hermitcraft.

Now that Grian has joined them for Hermitcraft 6, the hermits get to see just how cute (and mischievous) the pair can be. They often have breakfast together, and the smell of fruity teas fills Mumbo’s base for the rest of the day.

-🌻

It took so long for the pair to finally come back together, they deserve all the peace and happiness they're experiencing. Or, at least, happiness. Peace doesn't seem to be in Grian's vocabulary, a funny contrast to the somewhat secluded Mumbo.

Grian is a lot more open about the tea than Mumbo is. He'll force his mug into people's hands, making them try it. Sometimes it'll be awful on purpose. Grian's like that.

At least the pair are a very easy couple to buy gifts for.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

AHHH THANKS FOR DPING MY SHINJI REQUEST I LOVED IT!! Since asks are still open may i request some more shinji sfw and nsfw headcanons with a fem chubby reader whose a bit insecure about the weight

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Shinji Hirako w/ a chubby! Reader s/o SFW and NSFW Headcanons:

Fandom: Bleach

warnings: First half is okay but not the NSFW section because, sex stuff.

genre: Headcanons and smutty headcanons

Rated: rated G for the first half rated 18+ for the second half.

Admin Harmony🐯: Of course! As a plus size person I enjoy doing headcanons featuring plus size people! So keep the request coming!

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♡I feel like no matter the size of the s/o, Shinji would treat her the same. 

♡ Shinji will still lovingly tease them, play pranks on her, etc. 

♡ BUT if he knows that you are insecure about your body he won't be so mean and teasing you about it. 

♡Because he cares about you he would never want to hurt your feelings. 

♡ Instead he will give you so many compliments. Especially if you are in an outfit that is too tight or shows some tummy. 

♡ Reassures you how pretty you are and is okay with it, he loves showing how much he loves you. 

♡loves hugging you from behind because he can touch and feel your soft tummy. 

♡will do anything to touch your soft skin rather it’s hugging or playfully poking you. 

♡He just loves how soft you are. 

♡Definitely loves being the little spoon, you’re like a soft, warm blanket to him, you bring him comfort. 

♡Also will call you his Teddy Bear which is so cute. And will give you a list of reasons why you are like a teddy bear.

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I said that he loves touching you and I actually MEAN IT. 

He loves caressing every single inch of you. 

He wants to make sure you know how much he loves every single soft inch of you, stretch marks and all. 

He will also kiss every single inch of you as well. 

He loves kissing your tummy, shoulders and thighs. 

He LOVES thighs and ass and you have plenty of it for him to kiss, lick and bite. I mean you will have so many hickies around that area. 

Loves grabbing your body and shoving his cock deep inside of you. 

“More Cushion for the Pushin’ doll face.”  *gives you his iconic grin*

ppfftt  he has no shame when he is  saying it too.  You will be blushing so hard when he tells you that. 

Also has no filter and will verbally praise you on how soft and fuckable you are. 

He enjoys seeing your whole body turn red from arousal and embarrassment. 

Very much into body worship especially he loves worshiping every inch of you. 

10/10 would fuck him as a plus size person myself.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Reader telling off and piquing Sammy’s interest pls

Roll up roll up, time for Samuel's degradation hours. Er... so you know how I said I don't really do NSFW? This is a little steamy. Just a touch. A tad.

This is the first time I've even tried to write NSFW, IT ALL JUST CAME OUT (that's what she said). I am so so sorry if this is completely off the mark of what you asked!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Degradation

A little NSFW

You've been a thorn in Samuel's side for the last couple months. A VVIP along with strict instructions from Eugene to show the best Worker's hospitality.

Too bad you are at each other's throat from the moment you walk in.

"This thug is the president?"

Samuel wears one of his closed-eye smiles, especially prepared for the likes of someone like you. He lets your words wash over him, "All the better to look after you while on Worker's grounds, Y/N."

"Y/N? A bit familiar are we?"

"Sorry ma'am," he forces himself to bow.

.

.

Samuel dismisses you as another worthless rich daddy's girl, fed full with silver spoonfuls of nepotism.

"This is what you do all the time? Pointless meetings and admin?"

"That's how C-suites at my level operate. Maybe this is useful work experience for you." He eyes you lying lazily on his office sofa. He can't find any errors with his initial judgement of you.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that it might be useful for you to see how the way of the world works "

.

.

As the weeks fly by, your distaste for each other only grows.

"The president of the affiliates following me around like a dog. Don't you have anything better to do?" You round on him in a quiet corridor, digging your nail into his chest.

Samuel grabs a hold of your hand, "I only babysit those that are unable to take care of themselves."

Your face is inches away from his, "How dare you speak to me that way."

Samuel leans in close, murmuring in your ear, "I will speak to you however I want."

"I can't believe Eugene has partnered me with someone as useless as you,"

Samuel lowers himself to look you straight in the eye and baring his fangs, "Maybe you haven't shown your usefulness."

.

.

Each run in with you leaves him more and more heated.

Sometimes at night, Samuel would dream of ways to shut you up. Your mouth only screaming streams of unintelligble words and moans as he uses and abuses you.

In reality or fantasies, the way you look at him stays the same. Eyes full of revulsion and loathing. He prefers it that way.

.

.

You are exceptionally vexing and distracting one evening. Taking up your usual position, lounging on the office sofa as he works towards a deadline behind the desk.

You could have left a while ago, but something about making Samuel's life harder spurs you on.

"Enough, Y/N." Samuel has heard enough of your garbage. "I hear you need Workers as much as we need you."

"Excuse me?"

"So why don't you be a good little girl and behave."

Samuel watches you out of the corner of his eye, striding towards him with purpose. You slam your hands down on either side of his chair.

"Would you like to check your previous statement with Eugene? Because we sure don't need your little company."

"That's not what my sources-"

"I don't care what your sources say. If I walk away now, you and the whole of Workers is fucked."

Shit.

"You should really do your due diligence." He doesn't respond. You know you've got him against the wall.

You lean close.

"You can't touch a hair on my pretty little head, President Seo." You have never addressed him this way before, but fuck if Samuel doesn't feel his body flush at how the words sound coming out of you.

"You can't touch me at all." Samuel's eyes flicker down to your lips.

"And I can do whatever I want." You don't miss the way his eyes rove all over you. You think of a new way to domesticate this wild dog.

"Do you feel like a big man walking around as president? With all these little ants below you?" Samuel feels himself being pulled forward as you twirl his tie around your finger.

Usually he would stop this, but tonight he finds you aggravating, maddening, intoxicating.

"Did you pick out your glasses and style your hair and wear that cologne to impress everyone around you?" His adam's apple bobs as you inhale deeply from his neck, lips almost touching.

"To show how beneath you everyone is?" Feeling the ghost of your breath sends a thrill down Samuel's spine.

"Mr. President, I don't need any of that to show my power." Your tongue darts out for a taste as he releases a shaky breath.

"Let me guess, you rose up from nothing." You walk your talons along his inner thighs, feeling the muscles twitch underneath.

"You made it here and think you can go further." Your hands finally find what they are looking for. You grab onto his hardened length and squeeze.

Samuel represses a whimper, biting his lip to stop any sounds from leaking out. This is humiliating enough as it is. But he is powerless to stop your onslaught.

"You think you have that little badge and meaningless title, and you can speak to me like an equal." Samuel starts to pant as you take his earlobe between your teeth.

Your hand is relentless. You are not gentle.

"You are insignificant. The definition of mediocrity. Pathetic." Fuck. Samuel looks at you with anger and hostility. Never in his fantasies did he think the roles would be reversed, and so goddamn exhilarating. He can't bring himself to make you stop.

"Playing dress up and pretending to be a man?" You backhand him, knocking his glasses askew. Complete desire clouds his eyes.

"When really you're just a disgusting little boy?" Your hand moves even quicker, gripping harder, and Samuel feels his body tense as he draws closer to release.

"Who can barely keep themselves together in the presence of a woman?" You give him another harsh slap, and the cool air stings his cheek.

Finally, he allows himself to groan. Your name slips out unbidden between his lips.

"You will only do as I say, move as I say, think as I say." You suddenly remove your hands and Samuel barely stops himself from whimpering at the loss of friction.

"I own you, and everything around you."

You roughly grab his face, forcing him to refocus on you.

"Now come for me."

Samuel eyes widen equally in pleasure and horror.

The realisation sinks in a split second before anything happens, but there's nothing he can do to stop himself reacting to your words.

You silence his groans with a kiss as he comes undone.

[our-neuroqueer-experience]

hello! this is the our-_-experience blog for anyone who falls under the neurogender umbrella! in case you were wondering, neuroqueer is a queer umbrella term which defines itself as including any gender/orientation identity/label which can only be described through a neurodiverse lens or is affected by one's neurodiversity in some way.

inspired by @our-queer-experience and @our-xenogender-experience

feel free to send your asks/post submissions about your own neuroqueer experiences :p

note: while i do allow vent posts and will tag accordingly, please pretty please don't send asks/submissions with graphic vents and/or personal information. all anon hate will immediately be deleted :p

tags: #experience post - a user-submitted (by ask or post submission) neuroqueer experience #admin's experience - my own neuroqueer experiences #not an experience post - off-topic post, could be reblogging another experience post blog or an admin announcement #vent post - exactly what it sounds like (note: all triggers in vent posts will be tagged in both the "#tw [trigger]" and "#[trigger]" formats)

see the tonetags i use and their meanings at this carrd

admin intro: hi! i'm ev! i'm the host of a pdid system in the process of getting a diagnosis. i use, he/they/it/xe pronouns (no preference as to which). i'm neurodivergent (autism, adhd, pdid) and physically disabled (hEDS, fibromyalgia).

(p.s. ive got no spoons and from the side note to the end basically paraphrased @our-boyflux-experience's intro post. hi!)

[surven-snacks]

[best-underrated-anime]

Tentative List of Submissions

Until the list of submissions is finalized, I will be accepting appeals for/against any of the shows on this list. SEND YOUR APPEALS THROUGH THIS BLOG’S SUBMIT PAGE. Appeals left in the replies or sent to my asks/DM’s will now be ignored.

By the way, I don’t follow a set standard in determining whether a show is underrated or not. I may keep in mind MyAnimeList ratings, but ratings are not absolute.

Some shows may have low stats on MAL, yet have strong voting power on Tumblr. Some may be popular in their home country but are not so well-known in English fandoms. (Tumblr is a site where most users are USAmericans, so the voting power is mainly with them. I have to consider this.)

Red - at risk of being removed

Blue - formerly accepted, but changed to pending/rejected upon an appeal/further review

Violet - formerly under rejected/pending, but now accepted

Green - newly-added

Orange - Triggers not stated. If you’re the submitter, please edit your submission in the form. Alternatively, you can add them to the Triggers Sheet (non-submitters can also help). If the show has no triggers, please still edit the form/sheet and check the “None” option so that I’ll know that you didn’t just forget. Thank you!

Updated: Oct. 20, 2023 08:00pm EST

Accepted

86 (Eighty-Six)

91 Days

Acca-13 Territory Inspection Department

After the Rain

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

Akiba Maid War

Akudama Drive

A Place Further than the Universe

Are You Ok (You Yao)

Asobi Asobase

Beryl and Sapphire

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story

BNA: Brand New Animal

Charlotte

Do It Yourself!!

Flip Flappers

Flowering Heart

Fukigen na Mononokean

Gakkougurashi!

Gakuen Babysitters

Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet

Gatchaman Crowds

Girl's Last Tour (Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou)

God Troubles Me

Gurazeni

Hakumei and Mikochi

Hanasaku Iroha: Blossoms for Tomorrow

Happy Sugar Life

Heike Monogatari

Hinamatsuri

HitoriBocchi no MaruMaru Seikatsu

Hoshiai no Sora (Stars Align)

Inuyashiki

Iroduku: The World in Colors

Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?

Joshiraku

Kageki Shoujo!!

Kami-tachi ni Hirowareta Otoko

Karneval

Katana Maidens: Toji no Miko

Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!

Kemurikusa - Propaganda may contain spoilers (To submitter: the last part about Earth seems spoilery). Propaganda will be edited by admin.

Kiznaiver

Kyoukai no Rinne

Laughing under the clouds

Legend of Luo Xiaohei (series)

Link Click

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha ViVid

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Mawaru Penguindrum

Megalo Box

Mignon

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

No.6

No Doubt in Us

Non Non Biyori

Orient

Ping Pong the Animation

Plastic Memories - I won’t mark this as red because there is enough propaganda for it to be included. But I’m still waiting for someone to submit something more substantial about it. Also lacks triggers.

Please tell me! Galko-chan

Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live - Submitter might’ve shared too much about the drama in the show, spoiling it for others. Propaganda will be edited by admin.

Radiant

Requiem of the Rose King

Rokuhoudou Yostuiro Boyori

Run with the Wind

Sangatsu no Lion

Senki Zesshou Symphogear

Servamp

Shadows House

Shiki

Shinsekai Yori

Silver Spoon

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle

Sonny Boy

Space Brothers (Uchuu Kyoudai)

Talentless Nana

Tamayura: Hitotose

The Executioner and Her Way of Life

The Royal Tutor

Tonari no Seki-kun

To Your Eternity

Trese

Tsuritama

Urusei Yatsura

Usagi Drop

Vampire in the Garden

Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

Wasteful Days of High School Girls

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun

White Cat Legend 2020 (Dali si Rizhi/The Journal of Dali Court)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng

Yurei Deco

Yuuki Yuuna is a Hero

Yuukoku no Moriarty

Zankyou no Terror

Zombieland Saga

Pending

If no reason is stated, then that submission simply had insufficient/unconvincing propaganda. Those with a (???) next to the title are shows I’m not sure are considered underrated. Anybody may submit an appeal on whether or not I should keep it.

Propaganda that needs revision can be edited by the submitter on the GForm. Others may also make a new submission with their own propaganda for it to be accepted.

If, for some reason, the original submitter cannot edit the GForm, then the updated propaganda may be sent to me here via ask or DM.

All shows that didn’t remove their pending status before Oct. 20, 8pm EST have been moved to Rejected.

Rejected

If no reason is stated, then that show has been rejected simply because it’s not considered underrated.

Angel Beats

Assassination Classroom

Astra: Lost in Space - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda

Buddy Daddies - one of the popular recent anime. Also has 390k tag followers on Tumblr

Cap Kakumei Bottleman DX - Propaganda contains too many spoilers. Also lacks triggers

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card - Cardcaptor Sakura is one of the most popular shoujo. And since anime with multiple seasons are counted as one, the year the first season was released is what will be checked. Season 1 of CCS was released in 1998, so it’s disqualified from this tournament.

Death Parade

Delicious Party Precure - This show is apparently part of an extremely popular franchise. The propaganda for it was also not enough.

Dr. Stone - One of the recent mainstream anime. Ranked #54 on MAL for popularity with over 1 million members.

Inazuma Eleven GO

Kyoukai no Kanata - Has over a million members on MAL, rated by over 500k people, and is ranked #122 in terms of popularity. Also has 9.7k tag followers on Tumblr, which is very high compared to the other accepted shows

Kyousou Giga - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda and lacks triggers

Mekakucity Actors - the anime itself isn’t popular, but Kagerou Project, the Vocaloid music video series which it is based on, is extremely popular. #kagerou project has 14k tag followers.

Meganebu - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda and lacks triggers

Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun

Noragami - Ranked #47 in Tumblr’s Top AniManga Fandoms in 2021

Odd Taxi - won several awards during the 6th Crunchyroll Anime Awards as well as won against the iconic The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya in this poll with over 3k votes.

Planetarian - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda. Also lacks triggers.

Kekkai Sensen

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai - Doesn’t have that many fics on AO3, but it ranks #52 on MAL in terms of popularity and has over 1M in both MAL users and members. Also has 1.4k tag followers on Tumblr—not a big number but still indicates an active fandom.

Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight - Although it’s rated low on MAL, it’s apparently quite popular on Tumblr. It won against the very popular Sailor Moon in another poll tournament with over 9k votes.

Tai Chi Chasers - Submitter either made a mistake or outright lied about the year this show was released. They stated 2011, but the actual year is 2007. That’s before 2010, which disqualifies it from this tournament.

Tian Guan Ci Fu/Heaven Official’s Blessing - made it to Tumblr’s top AniManga fandoms. It was ranked #14 in 2021 and #16 in 2022.

Vatican Miracle Examiner - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda

Violet Evergarden

[corvus--rex]

bodyguard au, trans omega Keith/alpha Lance

I started this and it got away from me, so this is the original unedited twt thread. whenI have the spoons again I'll finish and post the second part to twt first and then here and then the rest (along with the expanded parts 1&2 will be posted to ao3.

Also, there is a description of a nsfm image so...

Keith needed a bodyguard. The vocalist/guitarist of Marmora had a stalker and it had reached a point he couldn't ignore, not when he'd been sent pictures of himself in his own home - pictures taken at different times of the day, doing anything and nothing.

Given that he was both trans and an omega, he'd dealt with shitty fans before, but this was terrifying. it had started over social media, unsettling comments on the band's posts that shifted to Keith's public accounts. For every account that was blocked, another took its place, and the comments continued.

But that morning he'd found the manila envelope on his doorstep, well inside the safety of his security system. He almost threw the envelope in the fireplace, not wanting to know what was in it, but curiosity got the better of him. Over a dozen blown up photos, all in black and white, taken from a different place each time.

There was one of him rolling around in the backyard with his huge husky mix Kosmo, one of him sprawled across his sofa late at night, the glow of the tv lighting his face, sitting at the huge kitchen island, coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, one from his bedroom, fresh from a shower with nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, several others he only glanced at.

After the post-shower picture, they increased in intimacy until the last in the pile, another from his bedroom, naked, back arched and head thrown back as he came, his favorite knotting toy in clear view stretching his soaked pussy.

Keith stared at it, knowing exactly when that was taken. It was the night his last heat had started, his nest only half made before the first wave hit. He pushed the photo away, dislodging a single sheet of printer paper and sending it to the floor. He picked it up, dropping it to the island's surface when he saw what was on it.

Beautiful. You'll look even more exquisite screaming my name. Soon, darling. I'll have you very soon.

Minutes later, Keith was pulling out of his driveway, nearly crashing into his own gate in his desperation to get away from his own house. Kosmo whined in the backseat, but Keith was too afraid to leave him there alone or be without him. He hadn't managed to put the photos or message back into the envelope, and the image of him with Kosmo stared at him from the passenger seat. He forced himself to focus on the road, not looking away until he reached his manager's office building.

Once inside, he walked past Kolivan's admin and straight into his office, not caring who could be in there. Fortunately, his manager was alone, a spreadsheet of Marmora's upcoming tour and appearances on his monitor. Keith threw the stack of photos, emtpy folder, and typed message on Kolivan's pristine desk. He didn't realize he was shaking until Kosmo pulled on his sleeve, dragging him to the sofa.

"What's this?" Kolivan asked, but stopped when he looked through the first few pictures.

Keith had kept them in the same order they'd been in, note included, and said without looking up from Kosmo's head on his lap, "Keep going."

Kolivan handled each photograph carefully, taking in each image until he got to the last one. "Your bed doesn't face the windows and the curtains are drawn. How was this taken?"

Keith buried his fingers in the thick fur of Kosmo's neck. "I don't know. You-you don't think they've gotten inside do you? Set up cameras I don't know about?"

"I certainly hope not, but we can find out. Let me make a few calls." He picked up his phone, turning back to Keith once he'd found the contact he wa looking for. "I know a good private investigator. But with everything and then this," he gestured at the pile of photos and that note he'd stayed silent on, although Keith saw the rage in his hazel eyes, "I'm getting you a bodyguard, no arguments."

"Won't get any from me on that."

TBC…

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divider/warning banner credit @cafekitsune

[oldsargasso]

ficlet: should've atoned by now

what if Way faked his death and ran away and also he started getting morning sickness? and called Kenta for help? and I've been having a lot of pack-related thoughts thanks to @le-trash-prince? (I'm about to respond to your asks I just had to get this out of my brain)

and then I wrote 1k of it? what if that happened.

way-centric. implied pete/way. (background kenta/dean + polycule if I were to actually finish this) warning for pregnancy & pregnancy termination

The first morning he throws up, Way thinks it's due to the awful hangover he's woken up with. He's never drinking curaçao again. No matter how fun the cocktails had been, it's not worth this. There's not a lot in his new apartment, but at least he'd picked up some groceries the day before yesterday. Once he can get off the floor—the lovely, cool, quiet floor—he'll figure out what to eat to settle his stomach.

The next morning, he's forced to reassess. He's not drunk, or hungover. Maybe a stomach bug, he thinks, brushing his teeth twice to get rid of the taste of bile.

A week of mornings later, he's forced to reassess again. It's probably not a stomach bug or a virus that's making him puke his guts up every morning while leaving him with no other side effects.

Pulling out his phone, he searches up possible causes. One particular answer comes up repeatedly. But—no chance. It's out of the question. They hadn't—but they had, Way's memory helpfully informs him. The second time that night. He doesn't know if Pete knew because he knew or if Way was just far too easy to read with his walls down. But that second time, Pete had spooned up behind Way and pushed inside him bare, whispering things into his shoulders that Way had forced himself not to hear.

Then they'd gotten up, gotten dressed, and gone to confront their father, and Way had consciously not thought about it in the three weeks since.

Way slumps back down next to the sink.

"Fuck," he tells the bathroom, voice rough after days without speaking to anyone.

There's only one way to know for sure. Somehow, when Way had been making plans upon plans, he hadn't thought to include a fucking doctor for his new identity. A stupid oversight. He'd gotten sloppy, distracted, the past few months.

Digging a denim jacket out of the depths of his closet, Way shoves a cap on his head and a mask over his face, and heads for the biggest chemist in town.

---

It feels too conspicuous to just buy a single pregnancy test. Wandering the aisles for a little while, Way tosses various other items into his basket. He'll probably never need a lavender-scented heat pack but hey, why not? Maybe the teenager working the register will think he's buying all this for a girlfriend or something. It’s still hard to shove down the desire to reach out and make someone like her just forget they ever saw him—Way does it despite the effort required. Crams the urge into one of the many boxes in his mind labelled DON’T and leaves it there to remain untouched.

Not, as Way finds out a few minutes later, that the teenager cares even the slightest bit about what Way is purchasing, beyond telling him the total and sighing impatiently when it takes him more than a millisecond to fumble his card out of his wallet. Taking the proffered bag and receipt, Way escapes from her judgemental glare.

He makes it home without getting stuck talking to his overly-friendly neighbour, which is a minor miracle in itself. Way's fairly certain the guy doesn't work, or do anything other than sit and stare out the window, waiting to ambush anyone passing by. Even pretending to be on the phone doesn't dissuade him, Way has unhappily discovered.

Half a bottle of water later, Way takes the test.

Then he takes half an hour to work up the courage to check the results.

"Fuck," he says emphatically at the awful cheerful positive indicator. "Fuck." How the fuck is he—how is Ice, 36 year old beta who recently quit his job in admin at a car dealership and moved to his mother's hometown after her untimely death—supposed to terminate a pregnancy? Without anyone knowing?

Several deep breaths and a shot of whiskey later, Way lines up all his contingency plans and goes through them all, one by one. Four hours later, he makes a single phone call.

---

Contingency plan #53 turns up four uncomfortable mornings later with an extremely uninvited companion.

"You tried to kill Babe, " Way says, ignoring Kenta's polite greeting.

"Sure did," Dean answers, all false bravado and trembling fingers. "Tried to kill Charlie too."

Way couldn't hold back the eye roll. "Obviously I don't care about that." He sighs. It still kinda hurts to start talking these days. He refuses to be one of those people that talks to themselves out loud all the time though.

"He only did it all that because I convinced him to," Kenta adds in a mild tone.

"Fuck off," Dean scowls at him. "You aren't the boss of me. You can't make me do anything." Kenta looks back, face impassive as usual.

"Come inside, " Way orders them both. "My neighbours are so nosy." He steps back to wave them through the door. Dean moves past him, close enough for their arms to brush. He smells like himself: warm cotton and frangipani, and he also smells like pack. It hits Way visceral and deep. The urge to pull his pack member, his pup, close and safe is overwhelming; Way's moving before the thought is even fully formed.

Dean's lost weight. His shoulder blades are so fragile under Way's hands. He's torn between the desire to squeeze tighter: to crush Dean down to a fine powder, and an intense longing to shove him into the comfortable chair in front of the TV and feed him until he's overfull. He does neither. Just holds an increasingly trembling Dean with both arms tight, tight, breathing deep of his scent until it’s all Way can sense.

The whole time, Kenta stands and stares at them. Unsurprising, really. He's probably still learning that humans have emotions. Way frowns at him just for fun, just to make him flinch, then goes back to burying his nose in Dean's hair.

"Welcome home," Way whispers and doesn't even complain when Dean gets the front of his shirt all wet.

[quotemenevervore]

Gonna be honest, I didn’t proofread this because my hands are pretty shaky rn as is so I’ll edit it if it’s bad

But @local-squishmallow I have your prison sequel ready : )

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, character terrified, character believing he is going to die, mentions of torture and description of panic attacks.

Tread lightly, but know it gets fluffy at the end : )

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George felt better, now that he actually had something in his system. It wasn’t perfect, but it would be enough for now. Surely Sapnap would come back to get him more food- The small being in his hand fidgeted straight out of it, tumbling to the mattress. Right, and now he had to worry about that as well. “Where are you going, Dream?” “I-“ the blonde stiffened in fear, turning back to the other as to not seem disobedient. “I was going to-to get you more food.” “I don’t think you’ll make it down the stairs. Just stay here for now, Sapnap will come back and make something.”

Trembling harshly, he forced himself back to the brunette’s side, stepping out of the way as he laid down. “I think we both just need to sleep, really.” He scooped the shrunken man up, frowning at the intense shivers wracking his form, and cupping him to his chest. He was a little too tired to worry about the other’s emotions, figuring he’d do damage control later on.

When he woke up, Dream was sleeping, finally relaxing for the first time since he’d been caught. He wasn’t going to wake him up, of course. He didn’t want to deal with the fearful reactions he’d no doubt have when awake; He still had quite a bit of recovering to do himself, and he didn’t have it in him to take on more emotional baggage when he still felt weak and starving. Keeping the tiny admin to his chest, he got up and carefully made his way to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Dream began to stir as George finished reheating a bowl of rabbit stew, eyes snapping open and tensing up as he was gently placed on the table. The bowl was set a little ways away, the human holding two spoons. “I- I could have gotten you something if you were hungry..” He gripped one of his arms tightly, trying to pull himself together. If they wanted him dead, he’d already be dead. He had to keep reminding himself of that. They weren’t Quackity, they weren’t torturing him or drawing it out. It didn’t stop the shivers wracking his form, or his heart hammering painfully against his sore rib cage.

“Rabbit stew isn’t hard to make. Besides, it’s leftovers. I think Tina made it.” Dipping a spoon into the bowl, he gathered a generous amount of the stew before pulling it back out and setting it in front of Dream. The shrunken admin scrambled back, eyes wide as he stared down at the spilt broth. “What-“ “You need to eat too. Obviously you were starving.” Dream flinched harshly at the comment, sitting where he was and dipping his head down. With a sigh, George carefully nudged the spoon closer to the man. “It’s not poisoned, or whatever you’re thinking. Look.” He dipped his own spoon into the bowl, scooping up a similar amount he’d given Dream before popping it into his mouth.

“See? Not poisonous. I'd be taking damage if it was.” With that being said, he continued to eat, taking his attention off of the other. He knew Dream wouldn’t run. It didn’t stop the speedrunner from running through his head, however. The small form in front of him was Dream, through and through, but at the same time it wasn’t. This wasn’t his friend. This wasn’t the man who he’d joked around and playfully fought with. This wasn’t the man who had put him on the throne and then removed him without hesitation. This wasn’t the fearless, determined Dream he remembered. And it bothered him greatly.

~ ~ ~

Slowly, very very slowly, but surely, Dream was coming back to him. He stopped teasing the blonde, only asking necessary questions to keep him calm. He let Dream make the first, shaky, nervous jab, and he made sure not to react badly to it. The relief he felt from watching Dream’s shoulders drop so abruptly was almost euphoric, and he was sure to text Sapnap about the progress he made. He didn’t know how the fireborn felt about the other, his expression and movements unreadable every time he visited. He knew it intimidated Dream, and it was likely the point, but it didn’t make George feel any better about it.

After that initial jab, Dream loosened up significantly, and within a week it was like before. Granted, Dream was still tiny, and George still carried him to and from places and ensured he stayed hidden, but the two were on better terms. At least he wasn’t shying away anymore. He’d even started hanging out with George while he cooked, granted a little ways away from the stove.

At least, until it all came to an abrupt end. The two were laughing, Dream moving to lean against the mug beside him to catch his breath before yelping in surprise as the mug slid right off the counter, almost taking him with it. Collapsing onto the counter, he froze completely as the ceramic dish shattered on the floor, George backing up out of instinct. “Oh, shoot.” He mumbled, turning away to find a broom to sweep it up.

Dream stared at the shattered mug, eyes clouding over with fear. He’d messed up. He stepped out of line, he ruined everything, Sapnap was gonna kill him- he could only watch as George returned, sweeping up the broken pieces and tossing them in the trash. He hadn’t noticed how Dream had not gotten back up until he put the broom and dustpan away, deciding it would be safer to go hang out in the living room until the bread was done baking.

He recoiled harshly at the offered hand, and it was only then that he noticed how the blonde was acting off. “Dream..? What’s going on?” Don’t answer, don’t make it worse on yourself- “Dream!?” George was worrying, the tiny man’s chest was heaving as he hyperventilated, and his mouth was twisted shut, likely to keep anything from escaping. Trying to get a closer look at him made him recoil again, and this time he noticed the glazed over, fearful look in his eyes.

“Oh...” He brought his hands up, wincing when the other flinched, carefully scooping him into the middle of both palms. “Shh, Dream. You’re okay. It’s okay..” he kept his hands as steady as possible as he moved them to the living room, sitting on the sofa and bringing him to his chest as he moved the fearful tiny to only one hand. His other hand fumbled to get his communicator, sending a quick message to Sapnap before shutting it off and tossing it away.

“Dream, you gotta breathe, okay? Breathe with me.” He ran his thumb up and down the tiny admin’s back, trying to sooth him. “Please..” he whimpered, and George froze. “Please what, Dream?” “Please make it quick-“ he failed to choke back a sob, and that had dissolved the last of his resolve. He sobbed fearfully into the brunette’s shirt, barely pulling in a breath before another cry jerked his chest.

Sapnap had quietly entered, closing the door with barely a click and heading straight towards the sofa. “What’s going on?” “I don’t know, we were just hanging out in the kitchen and then he just started panicking. I mean, a mug fell, maybe the noise scared him?” The fireborn frowned, reaching out to take the shrunken man from him, but pulled back harshly when Dream shrieked. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, I’ll do better, it won't happen again, please-“ “Dream, what are you talking about?” Sapnap’s voice stayed calm, quiet, like how he remembers him speaking to Karl when he was having memory problems.

“Please don’t hurt me..” George winced, and Sapnap’s frown grew larger at the comment. “Dream, tell me what happened.” The brunette went to mention that the blonde had only started shaking worse at the demand, but Dream had beaten him to speaking. “We- we were making bread, and George put it in the oven, and we were laughing about something, and then I-I tried to lean against a cup and it fell and I ruined it, I just don’t want to die I’m sorry-“ “Dream, take a deep breath in.”

He didn’t speak again until Dream had managed to do so. “Alright, breathe out.” He waited until the other let out a shuddery breath, then repeated the process. George counted up to fifteen times before Sapnap felt confident enough to stop, Dream breathing normally on his own. “Right, so you accidentally knocked a mug over. Why would you think we’d kill you for that?” “You said.. you said if I messed up you’d kill me.” The fireborn’s brow quirked at the sentence, sadness clouding his eyes. “Yeah? I also said I’d kill you if you escaped. Has it happened?” “No, but-“ “I’m not gonna kill you over an accident.” “He would have..” he whimpered, ducking away when Sapnap blinked. “Who?” “Q-Quackity..”

As if the mere mention of the man summoned him, there was a knock at the door. Carefully passing Dream back to George, Sapnap went to answer it, keeping his expression blank when he came face to face with his ex-fiancé as it opened. “Sapnap.” “Quackity.” He could hear George get up, walking towards the stairs. “What brings you two here?” “Looking for Dream still. What else?” “Geez, it’s like your whole life revolves around him now.” He tried to joke, but the look souring on the avian’s face told him it didn’t land. “Even if it did, whose fault would that be?” And then the man was trying to push past him, and he put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back a step.

“Let me at least tell George you’re here, he doesn’t do well with surprise visits, especially since he’s sick.” Quackity’s eye narrowed, but he relented. “One minute, Sapnap.” He nodded and closed the door in the duo’s faces, making a beeline to the stairs and up to George’s room. He found the two huddled under the covers of his bed, looking up at him with fear before recognizing him. “We need to hide him.” George whispered. “No time.” Sapnap whispered back, carefully pulling the shrunken man out of the brunette’s grasp. A confused look met him, but he shook his head. “Trust me.”

And then he popped the other in his mouth and George shot up like a bullet, intent on stopping him but the front door opened and he groaned, looking at the fireborn warily. When he held his hands up in a placating matter, nothing but concern in his eyes, he relented, leaving the room to go confront the others. Sapnap swallowed, deeming the other slick enough with his panicked movements, before joining them downstairs. He had to ignore the pangs in his heart while the other simply sobbed, not even trying to fight back.

He wasn’t in his stomach. Sapnap had a different anatomy than his human friends, and even if Dream had been safe in George’s stomach he wasn’t gonna risk it. He put the other in his storage pouch, a second hollow organ just to the side of his stomach. Dream was small enough that he would be completely unnoticeable.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stayed at the edge of the living room, watching the tension between George and Quackity for a moment. The two were close enough to be in each other’s faces, throwing insults back and forth. Sam noticed Sapnap first, and gave Quackity a nudge. Quackity turned his glare to him, then to where Sam nodded at, before turning back to George with a huff. “If you’re not hiding him, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Without a word more, he entered the house more, beginning his search. Sam awkwardly joined, and George went to Sapnap’s side and threw his head against his shoulder. Before the fireborn could get a quip in about what he’d walked into, the brunette growled into his shirt. “If he isn’t safe, I swear to prime Sapnap-“ Resting his head atop George’s, he whispered back. “He is.” The tension oozed out of the Brit, and it took a lot to keep his tense and annoyed look up as the prison guards brushed past them to search the rest of his house.

“How are you certain?” “Wait until they leave.” Sapnap didn’t raise his voice above a whisper, even though the duo that had broken in had already finished climbing the stairs. “What makes them think he’s here anyway?” He then raised his voice, trying to make it seem like they were simply complaining and not scheming for being too quiet. “It’s me, Sapnap. What do you think?” “Maybe if you didn’t flirt with him so often-“ “Oh, fuck off with that, Sap. I don’t wanna hear it right now.” The anger seemed genuine, so Sapnap relented with a soft apology. A smile graced the brunette’s face. “Just playing along.” He whispered back.

Sapnap was going to say something more, but was abruptly cut off by a shout from upstairs. “That little shit!” Before either of them could do anything, worried they’d seen something of the shrunken man’s, Quackity stormed past them and out of the house, Sam in tow with a determined look in his eye. The two could only stare at the ajar door for a moment, shock settling in. Finally, George snapped out of it, moving to close the door. “Dream?” Sapnap asked, moving a hand to his stomach and gently pressing in. “I.. sent them a text. Told them I could see them through George’s window.” He smirked at the response. “Good thinking. You ready to come up?” “I guess.. I’m just-“ he cut himself off, thinking how to phrase his question.

“Just..?” He prompted the other. “Are.. you okay? Your stomach hasn’t done anything since you ate me. I thought,” he laughed bitterly, tears falling once more. “I thought you were trying to kill me.” “Sorry, Dream. I wasn’t gonna hurt you, I just didn’t have time to explain. They were at the door and already pushing into the house, we had to be fast or you were gonna get found.” “Right, but is your stomach okay?” “My stomach’s fine. You’re not in my stomach.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” George was in disbelief, and Sapnap smiled. “Let me bring Dream up, and I’ll explain.”

~ ~ ~

With Dream wrapped up in a soft washcloth after being rinsed off, the trio returned to the couch. “So, I’m not human. You guys already know that.” “Yeah?” Dream looked over the hands cradling him, nodding at the fireborn. “My biology’s different from humans, it’s better suited for the nether. Me and Bad both. So we have this pouch that we can store stuff in. Bad used to use it for me when we still lived in the nether, but most people use it to keep their treasure from melting.”

“And it’s.. safe?” “Attached to airways, closed off from everything else, except my throat.” Sapnap shrugged. “I know it’s weird, and I didn’t mean to scare you guys that bad. But..” his eyes trailed back to the door.

“I don’t know what Quackity’s done to you, Dream. Just based on your reaction to the mug earlier, I can tell it was bad. Besides,” he chuckled humorously. “I couldn’t kill you even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. It’s not like you can do much damage like this, and we still don’t know how it happened.” “Oh. I, uh, did this. I messed with my code, I just had to get out of there, I was so sure he was going to kill me that last time and-“ His breathing had begun to stutter, a small tremble rising back up in the shrunken form.

“It’s okay, Dream. I’m not gonna let him get you again.” “You mean we, George.” Sapnap reached a hand out, keeping it distant from the smaller but close enough that he could see the intention. “But.. he’s your fiancé..” “He ditched us. Well, I guess he didn’t mean to, but he and Karl got into it pretty bad. He hasn’t been the same since El Rapids, honestly.” He sighed. “Oh.. I’m sorry, Sap.” The fireborn simply shrugged. “Nothing I can do about it now. My home’s here, and whatever he’s done to you makes me wonder what all he’s been up to anyway. Clearly, it can’t be good.”

“What do you mean, you can’t kill me?” Dream’s brows had furrowed, the sentence lingering on his mind. “I.. don’t think I can answer that. Not without getting smited or something.” “Oh..” “And like I said earlier, that was if I wanted to. I don’t wanna kill you, Dream. You did some fucked up shit, yea, but you’re still my friend. Plus, I trust you’ve probably learned your lesson..” he grimaced as he said it, and Dream nodded grimly. “More than enough, yea. It’s not like I was gonna leave the kid dead anyway, there was a reason I was keeping the revival book. Besides, I don’t wanna be anywhere near him. Not at normal height, if I can even undo this code change, and absolutely not at this size.”

“That’s a fair point.” George mused, gently brushing the blonde’s hair with a finger. “He can’t do much if there’s nothing for him to fight against. He’ll keep bothering people, but I think the rest of us know not to react cause that’s what he wants.” “Easy for you to say, it’s not your world that was getting messed up or your friends- never mind.” “What? Dream, what were you gonna say?” George prompted, but gently, and kept his movements going to show he wasn’t bothered, just curious.

“I.. was just gonna say it wasn’t your friends getting tormented by that little gremlin but that’s kinda silly to say.” Dream looked down sheepishly. “Since a lot of them are your friends.” “That’s fair, but you also have a point. I’m not an admin, I can’t control anything that happens in this world. I can only imagine how stressed that makes you, you’re the only one.. aren’t you?” “There’s not many others, I think.. maybe two.” “Then, yea. You’re essentially running the world yourself, of course you’re gonna get bothered if someone starts messing with it.”

“Wait.” Sapnap interrupted the conversation, mind stuck on the ‘if’ Dream had mentioned. “You don’t know if you can undo this?” “I don’t. I’ve never done anything like this before, Sapnap.” The implication of that sunk in heavily, and a feeling akin to dread crept up his spine. Dream could be stuck tiny forever. He was already at risk, but it morphed to danger as soon as he’d shrunk. And he could be in danger for the rest of his life. George had a similar look in his eyes, and his hands only tightened around the other.

“Then we’ll make the most of it.” He looked at Sapnap, and the worry in his eyes steeled his resolve. “We will. We’ll do our best to get you back to your normal size, but if we can’t, then we’re not gonna let it stop us from having fun.”

He grinned down at the smaller man, determination flooding his body at the hesitant, hopeful grin he got back from the smaller man. “We’re gonna make the most of it.”

Small bonus:

Dream was shivering when Sapnap woke up, the brunette beside him still dead asleep. “Dream?” He whispered carefully. “Sorry, I’m freezing…” he answered softly, tiredly. The fireborn frowned. It was pretty cold outside, with it being winter. He gently scooped the other up, bringing him up towards his neck. “Is that better?” “A little.. thank you.” With a soft smile, Sapnap had started to drift back to sleep, only to be stirred awake once more by a small voice.

“It’d be a lot warmer in his pouch..” It was obviously not meant for him to hear, more so just Dream mumbling to himself, but it didn’t go unheard. “We can do that if you want. Don’t wanna scare you again though.” Dream flinched, sitting back up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“ “I sleep lightly, Dream. It’s okay.” He didn’t say anything more, letting the smaller man think about the offer. “Well.. it’s not like I don’t know it’s safe..” the fireborn hummed softly. “I’d like a definite answer, though. I don’t want to scare you.” Dream didn’t think about it for much longer. “Yeah. We can do that if you’re okay with it.”

It did not take long once he had permission, and only moments after was Dream settled down in his pouch, the faint earthy taste lingering on the back of Sapnap’s tongue as he settled back down with a content sigh. They’d have to tell George what happened, but if Dream was okay with this arrangement, Sapnap couldn’t help but be eager to do it again.