#it’s not a real link pls don’t try and find it

[aster-draws]

Tim buys Danny and his sister each a sandwich, directs him to kiss him somewhere not on the lips in case Jasmine Fenton’s watching from across the street and they need to keep up pretenses. He presses his lips to his forehead, and the point of contact is warm, in comparison to the cool, clammy air around them. It’s just a second, barely that, and it still has Tim melting into it.

Maybe he needs more platonic touch.

Chapter 5 for Better Halves (and other such falsehoods) my fake dating Dead tired fic is up, with more shenanigans, meet cutes, etc.

[cactuscoolerr]

⋆｡˚. on camera! - itoshi rin

• nsfw

• notes: this is completely based off of a twitter porn vid lol (´∀`) for some reason i watched it and immediately thought of rin.. so enjoy!

• (here’s the video link btw! (≧∀≦)) (pls watch)

rin doesn’t send nudes. he thinks it’s stupid, a waste of time, and a huge risk to his image in case it gets leaked somehow.

nothing could’ve gotten him to send, until you asked in that sweet voice of yours with those pretty eyes one night he was real tired after a long practice. he could hardly resist you after being away from you for nearly a month now. he was growing sick of only being able to see and talk to you through a stupid facetime call.

“i miss you so much, rin rin.. miss your cock and the way you fill me up..” your gentle pout was just enough to make rin cave. his heavy sigh sounded through your phone, making your heartbeat quicken.

rin watched you on his screen, squinting slightly before nodding. “fine. get some sleep and it’ll be sent to you by morning” he spoke, looking around his room to figure out how he’d even take nudes.

you giggled softly and blew a kiss at your screen. “i love you, rin rin” the adorable smile you held on your face melted rins heart. “get some sleep too, okay? i love you so much and don’t want you getting sick”

“fine. you too”

“okay..” you smiled and reached for your phone, angling it slightly upwards, giving rin a view of your tits held by the flimsy white tank top you wore to sleep. “i love you. talk in the morning?”

rin nodded, grabbing his phone with a sigh. “uh huh. love you, hun”

you sent a kiss towards your phone before hanging up and rin set his phone down, still trying to figure out the whole sending nudes thing. he tried remembering when you’d send him nudes. pictures of your gorgeous tits in your bra or a mirror selfie while you were dressed in the pretty lingerie rin bought you.

or even your ruined cunt and fucked out face after you fucked yourself on your favorite pretty pink dildo in front of the mirror in yours and rins shared bedroom.

rin nearly scowled at the thought. it almost seemed effortless, and here he was losing his mind over it.

he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of his hotel room, glaring at himself for even agreeing to something so stupid. “cant believe i’m even doing this..” rin scowled, pushing his sweats down a little lower than he normally had them to show off just above where his semi hard cock began twitching to life.

phone in hand, rin contemplated taking the picture, his other hand awkwardly hanging at his side. he looked utterly stupid.

with a tired groan, rin dropped his phone on the countertop and stared at himself longer, pulling his sweats back up and going to lay down on his bed, giving up and ready to type out his apology to you.

though, instead of an apology, you woke up -very excitedly - to find a video that rin had sent you. before starting the video, you were met with the image of a body that you knew all too well. the room was dark, a faint light shining on his abs that showcased perfectly the water droplets, likely from his shower.

that alone was mouthwatering as you studied it more, seeing how it cut off right before his long cock was in view for you to see. you almost wanted to call him just to curse at him, though you figured watching the video first might be worth it.

immediately, you could tell that he was close to cumming. with the way his hand frantically moved up and down out of screen, it was obvious that he was growing desperate.

you watched his other hand glide across his body, something you knew made him insanely needy. his small gasps and groans infiltrated your ears, making your breathing grow heavy and your cunt clench around nothing.

the video continued and you pressed your thighs together, practically feeling his desperation to cum while your cunt grew wetter by the second. and you almost lost it when he gasped your name, moaning through soft breaths as his cum coated his delicious abs. you almost wished you were there to lick his cum off his skin, cleaning him off before kissing him to make him taste himself and how perfect he is.

“fuck..” you breathed out, restarting the video and slowly creeping your hand into your panties while propping up your phone to watch your boyfriend cum over and over again just for your pleasure.

[seeingivy]

ribbons release

actor eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: happiness for once. until it is not. ronnie's love for foreshadowing strikes again.

an: not a fan of this chapter, but we digress. read it and do not kill me if you don't like it.

song: not explicitly mentioned, but this chapter reminds me of about you by the 1975. ratty healy, I hate you but you ate on this one thing.

previous part linked here

--

“I ju-just sent my loc-location, Eren.” 

“I got it, Y/N. I just need you to hold on for ten more minutes, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

“Y-yes.” 

Seattle is famous for rain. You understand that all too well now. After what you’ve counted as twenty-seven minutes - from when you went to take the trash out to the mailpost you’re hiding behind now - you’re all but soaked. Drenched. 

Your phone is blowing up with texts, the rain is only getting harder, and the mini black dress and ribbon in your hair do no favors to keep you warm. You slide out of your call with Eren and quickly scan through the messages, buzzing so loud they’re blocking Eren’s voice. 

reiner: so, so proud of you always!!! stop being a big famous pop star and go back to being the little twerp who needs my help killing spiders on set :/ 

levi: I love you too, kid. And on a real listen, we really do love the album. 

armin: ann and i are smelling a triple threat on the horizon. love you to the moon and saturn <3

connie: i was accidentally pooping while i listened to dorothea for the first time and i think the combination of those two things at once gave me like a really visceral reaction. im not ok. u are amazing. 

mikasa: u are givg me aneurysm. pls don’t forgor to call me the scnd ur okay. 

erwin: Call me ASAP. 

erwin: Not urgent. Just feeling emotional about my little Canadian reaching hearts all over the world. 

king of bitches (maybe: ryomen sukuna): Fluff shit indeed. Blow me a kiss when you beat James for Album of the Year. 

danny: where is the album release post? it’s almost been half an hour. 

You have bigger problems at the moment. Like the frozen piece of fabric you’re wearing. You should have named the album sweaters or scarves or something. Then at least you’d be warm. And blend in with the paparazzi. 

Fuck.

“W-wait, Eren. Y-you ca-n’t b-be the one to get me.” you murmur, shivering through your teeth.

“Do you want to stay with someone else? I know nice people here. My neighbor is in her late forties and has like two middle school aged girls that are really nice. They’d take care of you, I promise you can trust them and-” he rambles. 

“N-no. I want to st-stay with you. But pa-papara-zzi. S-send ss-omeone e-else.” 

“Paparazzi? Why are-?” 

“Er-eren.” 

“Would it be that bad if it was me? Like it has to be someone else, Y/N?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“I have someone in mind. She’s leaving right now, okay?” 

Eren’s sound is muffled over the line now, which has you digging your phone into your ear to catch the ends of what he’s saying. 

Blast the heater….butt warmer on before she’s in the car….bring it up and I will kick your freeloading….

“Y/N?” 

“H-here.” 

“Good. I’m sending her. Don't get upset, this is the best I could do, okay? I-I promise she’s actually nice. You can trust her and-and I’d never send someone who would do something bad.”  

“O-okay. I t-trust you. J-just get me ou-out of th-this, please.” you whimper, praying to god the rustling behind you is a rabbit and not the group of them finding you. 

“I’m trying sweetheart, okay? She’s speeding. She’s on Main and Third, three lights and she’s there.” 

That’s when you see it. The flash of the camera. And hear five consecutive clicks right after. You look around the periphery, before you see two of them, two tall guys speed walking closer to where you’re hiding. 

So you do the only thing you can. Stand up and run instead. 

You scramble up off the pavement, hiking your dress down, and keep running down the block. Climb up the gates, knock over trash cans to block the way, anything to stop them. And when you look back, after who knows how long, you realize they’re gone. 

And sit flat on the messy pavement, finally lifting the phone back up. Only to realize Eren’s no longer on the line because your phone is dead. You drop it straight into your lap and dig your hands into your head, covering your ears to stop the pounding sound of the rain from getting any louder. 

God. Just breathe. Whoever is coming to get you is on the way. They’ll come get you and then you’ll be out of this mess. 

You hear three resounding clicks and a flash of a light to look up at two different paps, two girls this time, getting a straight on picture of you. And all you can do is put your head down in your lap and cry. 

They already got the picture. There’s no point in trying to run out of it anymore. 

“Y/N.” 

“Pl-please. I’m b-begging you. You already got your picture and can ss-spin it into whatever you want. I-I’m still a person, please. Just let me go.” you respond, the tears blinding your sight of vision. 

You feel a towel being wrapped around your shoulders and soft hands lifting you up by your arms. And then all of a sudden you’re in a warm car, being sped out of the neighborhood past the groups of paparazzi in between the houses, and not directly across from them having your picture taken. 

You’re in a car. You’re okay. You’re leaving. You’re okay. 

You lean back and breathe hard, phantom sobs still racking out of your chest, trying to register that you’re almost there. Safe behind closed, triple locked doors. 

“D-did you tell Eren?” 

“Yes. He’s not far, we’ll be there soon, okay?” 

“Okay. T-thank you. I’m Y/N.” 

“Lana.” 

You turn your head to actually take in the driver this time, to be met with the Lana you feared. Ricky’s ex-girlfriend, Lana. She has short brown hair - entirely different from her long, beachy waves from the Girlfriend incident - a pointed nose and a very clenched jaw. 

“Th-there are more blankets on the floor. I pumped the heater pretty hard, but I’ll turn all the fans your way. And anything you could possibly need is being rushed to the house for you, so just don’t worry, okay?” 

“I appreciate it. Thank you for coming to get me. I-I” 

“Please don’t thank me. I just-” 

She takes a harsh intake of breath and turns to give you a look, her mouth upturned. 

“He locked you out, didn’t he?” she whispers. 

“Yeah.” you respond. 

“What did you do?”

“I told him I didn’t like him back.” 

She turns her head towards you, a look of confusion on her face. 

“It was a PR thing.” 

She snorts. 

“Your managers must hate you.” 

“I’m starting to think they just might.” 

“Well. Don’t feel bad. Not for a fucking second. Just because he likes you, doesn’t mean he’s entitled to you reciprocating back. You like who you like. And if I were you, I wouldn’t stop liking a guy like Eren for a skeeze like Ricky either.” 

You lean against the glass, hot air blowing in your face, as you take in her expression - so enraged, so exasperated, so furious that it gives you a chill. But when she looks over and gives you a halfhearted smile, you see the pained expression there too. 

That’s when you pinpoint it. Lana reminds you of Historia. 

“I’m sorry.” you respond. 

“For?” 

“You knew he locked me out. He must have done it to you too, no?” you whisper, the tension in the air delicate. 

She swallows hard and clenches her knuckles on the steering wheel, eyes laser focused on the red light shining on her face. And beyond the original striking features - her sharp jaw and nose - you see the softness too. The dimples, the wrinkles near her eyes, the light brown freckles. 

“I wanted to take time off from acting. It-I did a role that was really traumatic and I just needed a break. And he was just about to go on tour and he wanted me to come to support. Like a little cheerleader.” 

“So he locked you out?” 

“For two days. He-he’s just. A lot of the fame stuff got to him when he was really little. And now he’s got this convoluted sense of self-image and it just- I don’t know. He’s got problems.” she responds. 

“I’m sorry. Really, that’s-” 

You stop talking, words failing you. And maybe it’s the way your head was frozen ten minutes ago and it’s being melted now, or that the picture they took is going to leak soon, or that there is no good thing to say to something shitty like this. It only took him three months to turn on you, which you’re guessing is generous now. She must have infinite patience for putting up with it for an entire year. 

“In a weird way, I’m glad it’s me and not Eren. You- this does something for me. Making sure you’re not out there for two days, it-it helps me.” she whispers, looking over to give you a smile. 

“I really appreciate you, Lana. Thank you. And I-I’m not mad at you for the Girlfriend thing. You had every right to do that.” 

“Y/N. I have every right to drag Ricky James’ name through the mud. But not yours. And I- shit. Please don’t tell Eren we talked about this. He’s going to kill me.” 

“Why?” 

“He told me that if I brought it up, he’d kick me out of his house. I kind of stay there because I-I hate living in our townhouse on set because of how toxic it is and he was nice enough to offer. And he made it very clear that I have to pick you and make sure you’re okay, not make you uncomfortable or anything. We’re here to take care of you and-” 

“I brought it up. I’ll deal with him if he gives you a hard time. I used to be really good at that type of thing.” 

“I know for a fact that you could tell him to twirl in the air like a show pony and he’d do it.”

“I’ll test the theory and let you know.” 

She laughs, giving you a smile which you warmly return. Your phone buzzes in your lap, finally revived, and you send a quick message to Mikasa and Jean before shutting it off. 

“I-I didn’t know that it was going to go that far. I knew the song and that we were just going to sing it. Let people speculate it was about you. I-I didn’t know they’d have a girl who looked like you OR bring Eren up on stage. And Eren didn’t know anything about the song or the performance at all - they, they set him up.” 

“Why would they do that? I mean, they got horrible backlash in the entire thing.” 

“They thought people would like it. And they severely underestimated how much people love you. And they did it because, Eren- he. He doesn’t follow rules and-” 

“Follow rules?” 

“I’m saying too much. He-he’s going to get mad. Ju-just rest, okay? You’re okay now, we’re two minutes from the neighborhood..”  

You give her a questioning look, which she returns with a dismissive shake. Stubborn - she’s Historia alright. You lean back in the chair and reach for the music nob, twisting it on. Only to be met with the Teletubbies Theme blasting through the car and a very flustered Lana turning the knob off. 

“Fuck.” 

“Teletubbies?”

“I-I can explain.” 

“Please. I’d love to hear it.” 

She drums her fingers on the steering wheel as the silence hangs in the air. 

“Okay. Maybe I can’t explain.” 

“No need. I appreciate versatile music taste in prospective friends. Especially classics like this.” you respond, cranking the music back on. 

“Friends?” 

“Don’t be silly. Not exaggerating, but I think you quite literally saved my life a few minutes ago. You’re like the La-La to my Dipsy.” 

“Lame. You’re more of a Tinky-Winky. And anytime. We girls stick together, right?” she responds, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. Like Eren. 

Did she learn the hand squeezes from Eren? Is he squeezing her hands? They live together so …are they dating? 

“We’re here.” 

You nod, appreciative of Lana more than maybe any person on god's green Earth, as she pulls into the driveway and helps you out of the car. It’s only after sitting that you’re realizing your legs are so bone dead tired that you’re barely moving on your own. 

You move past the hood of the car as Eren walks into the garage, immediately beelining towards you. His hair is long again - it’s always changing every time you see him - and he’s all wound up with tensions sitting in his shoulders. His hands are warm and cupping your face, yanking the cold towel off and replacing it with a warm one. 

“Hey. You-you nicked your face, Y/N. And you’re freezing, you-” he whispers, brushing his fingers across the skin near your eye that stings on touch. 

Lana holds the door open as he leads you in, arms aggressively moving up and down your shoulders and his face all pinched up in concern. 

“You’re good to go? I put your stuff out by the door.” Eren says, gesturing to Lana. 

“Is she leaving?” you ask, looking up at Eren. 

“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’ll be just us. And I’m sure Mika and Jean will drop everything to fly out for you tomorrow, I can tell them if you need me to and-” 

“Well, don’t make her leave. She shouldn’t stay on that stupid set just because of me.” you respond. 

Eren looks over and glares at Lana, who is now wide eyed and giving Eren a sheepish smile. Fuck. He asked her not to talk about that. 

“Lana.” he says, in a warning tone. 

“Eren. Chill out. I didn’t even-” 

“You’re so full of yourself, you know that? You- she got drenched and the rain and you were talking about set?”

“It’s not like that! It just came up and-” 

“Oh, for sure. You just happened upon it like you were a villager walking in a town square. Ooh Y/N. You just got drenched in the rain and chased by paparazzi, but more importantly, the girls I work with are super bitchy.” he responds, mimicking her voice. 

“You-it wasn’t like that! You’re so aggravat-” 

“Eren. Leave her alone.” you ask, looking up at him. And you’re sure you must look horrible because he immediately stops when he looks at your face again and signals for her to leave, which she’s receptive to. 

“Okay. Lana, text me when you’re there. And check if you were followed on your way out.” Eren says. 

Lana stops and holds both of your arms at your biceps, hands soft on your skin. 

“Do call me if you need anything, okay? Especially Ricky related. Whatever you do, I’ll back you up, Tinky-Winky. ” 

“Thank you, La-La. I’ll take you up on that.” you respond, giving her a warm smile. 

“Oh god. No. No, you don’t get to be friends now. Fuck no, Lana. Please stick to the geriatric grandmas you play Scrabble with.” 

“You’re just mad they beat you at mahjong last week. Because you’re a prissy loser.” 

“And you’re-” 

You jab Eren in the side, signaling him to stop, as they both nod and she slides her way out. From the way he’s arguing, the look on his face is so similar to the one he gives Connie when they argue, you know they could go on for years if they got the chance. 

“Fuck you, Eren.” 

“Eat shit, Lana.” 

She flips him off as the door clicks shut behind her, the lack of her presence making you suddenly aware of your breaths. And of Eren, warm Eren rubbing into your shoulders and concerned green eyes staring into yours. 

“I like her.” you whisper. 

“Me too. Don’t tell her that though, she’s got an ego problem.” he responds.  

You laugh, which has him smiling at you, and suddenly you’re sobbing. And on cue, Eren has his arms around you, his touch warm and his voice oh so soft that it kills you. That you haven’t seen him in two months. And haven’t talked to him for longer. 

“Eren.” 

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, it-it’ll be okay. I- we’ll fix this, okay? I’ll call Levi and Hange, whoever you want, they’ll all come and-” 

You reach up, tangling your arms around his neck as he keeps nervously talking, trying to hold you closer even though it’s not physically possible. And he’s just so- 

So familiar that he feels like home. 

“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/N. Please stop crying, I-I’ve got you, okay?” he murmurs, straight into your skin as you nod, trying your best to even out the sobs still leaving you. And slowly but surely, the stream slows and your breath evens out enough to get at least a few words out. 

“Okay. Okay, okay. I’m okay.” 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” 

“As much as I like holding you, you’re freezing. Take a shower first and we can do this all you want, okay?” 

You pull back, wiping the tears off your cheeks and giving him a nod. He gives you a small smile, before placing his hands on your shoulders and leading you down towards the bathroom. And you don’t miss all the posters and pictures he has on his walls - one from each season of Attack of Titan, a few of him and Armin, and even one of him and Lana flipping off the camera together. 

He pushes you into the bathroom and immediately turns on the shower all the way to the hottest setting, before turning around and putting his hands on his hips. 

“Towels, clothes, shampoo. There’s soap in there already and take as long as you want. Sit in here for three days if you have to just- do-do whatever you have to do and-” 

You pick up the bottle of shampoo, the lavender scented Pantene, the one that you’ve been using since you were fifteen. And you know, you know that Eren’s atrocious ass uses a three in one hair and conditioner so it’s not his. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Did you just happen to have the brand of shampoo that I use?” 

“N-no. Those are Lana’s.” 

“Then why are they unopened?” you ask, giving him a smirk. 

He glares at you, before rolling his eyes and holding your face. And now he’s leaning so close, so close that your lips are only a few feet away from yours, when he talks. 

“You know why you can’t make fun of me for keeping a spare of your shampoos in my house?” he whispers, green eyes burning in yours. 

“Why?” you whisper back, stomach lurching. 

“Because you’re actually here. I knew you’d come back to me.” he responds, giving your cheek a pinch before walking out. 

And when you watch him walk out, giving you one last smile before he shuts the door, you can’t help but roll your eyes. Typical Eren. Funny, irritating, and soft all in one. 

He’s the same as you left him. 

--

You pad out of the shower, Eren’s hoodie and sweatpants ridiculously huge on you, as you follow the sweet smell into the kitchen. Eren is leaned over the counter, sliding vegetables into two bowls of ramen as you walk in. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi. Took a while. Thought you died in there.” Eren responds, pressing his hands to your skin to test how warm they were. 

“I almost wish I did.” you respond, laughing. 

Except Eren doesn’t find it funny and instead he’s dropping the utensils and standing at your side. 

“Y/N.” 

“I was joking!” 

“Nothing about that was funny. Don’t ever joke about that.” he responds, rummaging through the drawers at your side before pulling out a little tube of gel. 

Eren taps the top of the counter, which you jump onto, before he takes his place in between your legs. His hands are focused on reading the instructions, forehead all scrunched up in concentration.

“What’s that?” 

“It’s like this…scar ointment or whatever. Helps things heal better, I want to use it on that cut on your pretty face.” he responds, twisting it open and squirting some on his finger. 

He brings his hands to your face, eyes intently focused on your cheek. You hiss the second his finger makes contact with your skin, the tingling sensation catching you off guard. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know it hurts.” he whispers, smothering the cold gel down the side of your eye. 

“I-I fell on the pavement. My knees are pretty bad too, Eren.” you whisper, which he nods at. 

After he finishes, he’s carefully sliding the ends of your pants off and carefully placing the ointment on each of the jagged marks on your legs. And you eye the bowls of ramen at your side - knowing instantly that the one without mushrooms is yours - and reach for the food. The broth is so warm it soothes the aching feeling in your throat, still seasoned to perfection the way Eren always makes it. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Can I ask you a weird question?” 

“Sure.” 

“Are you and Lana dating?” 

He looks up from your leg and gives you a devilish smirk. And then starts laughing. Like full on, crouched over, tears from his eyes laughing.  

“Okay. It wasn’t that funny.” you murmur, rubbing your hands against the warm bowl and frowning. 

“Oh god, Y/N. Jesus-” 

“It’s a normal question! She lives with you, you trusted her to come get me, and you guys have a picture together in the hallway.” 

“Are you jealous?” he asks, standing up and leaning straight into your space. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Are too.” 

“Am not.” 

“You don’t need to get all embarrassed. Watching you kiss Ricky James made me want to break something, preferably his neck.” 

You swallow hard at the mention of Ricky again, the thought of him and what happened was so far away because you were with Eren. In his space, in your shared bubble, after so long. And he catches on too fast because he’s already profusely apologizing. 

“Hey. I didn’t mean to bring him up, I-I’m not trying to push you into telling me what happened it’s just-” 

“No. No, Eren. It’s okay. I know. I-” 

You breathe in hard and put the bowl of ramen down and reach for his hands instead. You keep your eyes focused on them - on the little mole on his left hand, the feeling of his knuckles underneath your fingers, and on him squeezing your hands three times before you start talking.  

“Ricky and I were faking the relationship for PR. Since London Boy and all that, it was Danny and Sareen’s idea. That-that’s why I stopped talking to you, I-I felt bad. And I was ashamed that I was even doing it, I-I don’t know. The Little Women press and all that, it would just get people to stream and talk. Make me a triple threat. And then today, I- He told me he liked me. And I said I couldn’t do that right now. That I don’t like him back. I went to take out the trash because it was so awkward and then I was going to go home but he- he locked me out. And when I asked to come back in, he repeated the same words to me. That he couldn’t do that right now.” 

Eren lifts your hands, still locked with his, and presses a kiss to the top of your knuckles, as you continue. His lips burn your skin, still. 

“I was out there and it-it was cold. And then I heard the cars and I saw seven paparazzi trucks, right on the porch. Ricky, his address isn’t leaked. No-no one knew I was there or that he was but they all showed up, right when I was out there and-” 

“He called them, didn’t he?” Eren asks, his tone so harsh, so unyielding that it almost doesn’t sound like him. 

“Yeah. And I ran, for so long. I- they got a picture. A few, I know they did and I was just so, so scared that I was going to be out there forever, that I was all alone and they were just going to-” 

Eren reaches forward, wrapping you in his arms for what feels like the fiftieth time tonight, but you welcome it. Focus on his heart beating under your ear, running your fingers over his fish tattoo on his bicep, and on his soft, steady breaths. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm.” 

“You didn’t say anything. What are you thinking about?” 

“What I’m thinking isn’t productive for you to know right now.” 

You look up at him, giving him a questioning look. 

“Drop it, Y/N.” 

“No. Tell me. I’m sure you’re mad and all but-” 

“Mad? I’m fucking furious, I’m livid. That he fucking locked you out and left you in the cold. You-you could have been seriously hurt. You are hurt. And not only that, the fucking paparazzi. You-you ran in the cold, you fell, you can’t stop crying and-and- I’m going to kill this asshole when I see him next because it’s his fault you’re feeling like this.” 

“Eren.” 

“No. Shut up, Y/N. I’m being serious. I-I don’t like seeing you like this and don’t tell me not to. He hurt you. It’s that simple.” 

You deflate, knowing Eren too well to know that he won’t drop this. Especially when he’s overly passionate, deep in the feeling right now. 

“Okay. But can you just be here for me right now? I need you here and not all….tense and mad. B-Be soft. And warm.” 

He stops, the frustration in his forehead dissolving as he takes a breath and smiles at you. Not fully, but it does the job. 

“Okay. I can do that. Let’s watch Fruits Basket. And then go to bed.” 

“You hate Fruits Basket.” 

“But I love you. Enough to watch your weird bestiality adjacent show and pretend to like it.” 

You smile and he reaches forward to pinch your cheeks. 

“Look at that smile. There she is. There’s my sweet girl.” he whispers, voice all tangled in his throat. 

--

You wake up to an empty bed, Eren’s side cold. And you pull his hoodie on before padding downstairs to find Eren’s phone pressed to his ear. He gives you a wave and points to the plate - a mix of eggs, french toast, and fruits - perfectly placed to perfection. 

You give him a smile and he walks off, taking the phone with him. You frown as you watch him disappear, jabbing your fork through the cantaloupe. 

What is he talking about that’s so important he doesn’t want you to hear? 

You jump off of the stool and quietly pad towards the direction he walked, hiding in the hallway. He’s leaning against the wall, staring at the picture right across - one of Levi and Hange kissing your cheeks at the vow renewal - and angle yourself to hear his words. 

“Is he okay?” 

“I’m glad. You tell me if you need anything else, okay?” 

“Okay, Coco. I missed you too, yeah?” 

Who the fuck is Coco?

He hangs up and you immediately scramble back to the kitchen, trying your best to stay inconspicuous as he comes back and gives you a smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes, the expression on his face almost tired. 

“Hey sleepyhead. You okay?” 

“Mhm. Food is really good, Eren.” 

He gives you a smile as he sits at your side, eyes focused on you as you eat your food. He places both of your phones in front of you, and you spot yours with nearly a hundred notifications. But when you reach for it, Eren grabs your hand in the air and locks it on his own instead. 

“Just-wait. Eat first.” he says, his tone hollow.

You turn your head to the side and take in Eren’s expression, downtrodden and uncharacteristically unexpressive. The complete opposite of Eren yesterday - moony eyes and soft smiles. 

“Eren.” 

“Y/N. If I ask you to do this for me, can you trust me and listen?” 

“No. You-what’s wrong? You’re being weird.” you ask, reaching for his hand. 

He looks over, the look indiscernible, as he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“You-I took care of most of it, okay? Levi and Hange are coming. Just, don’t panic. You-it’s okay.” 

“Eren. You’re scaring me. Just tell me.” 

He takes a deep breath, cracking the knuckles in your hand as he nervously talks. 

“You-your pictures leaked. The ones of you running last night. And-and people started speculating really fast - wondering why you were running and crying on the night your album released instead of celebrating it. And-and then Ricky, he tweeted a bunch of things.” 

You pale. And reach for your phone, which Eren stops again. 

“They’re lies. Obviously. You don’t need to read them, not yet. And Lana told me she’s ready to back you up, whatever you want, when you need it. But, that’s not-” 

“What, Eren? Just spit it out.” you respond, frantically. 

“They- Ricky’s fans are mad at you. They’re sending you death threats.” 

“Oh.” 

You deflate, staring at the cold mess of breakfast on your plate. Death threats. Hate, you’re no stranger too. Of people commenting on your looks, how bad your singing is, how lame you are. But wishing you were dead? Full on, unbothered and cursing your existence? 

“And not just you, but your family too.” he whispers, watching your face fall. 

Your family. Your parents, Colt, Falco-

“Excuse me. What did you just say? 

Eren doesn’t respond and the tears fall immediately from your eyes, hot and angry as he reaches forward, immediately swiping them away. His expression's pained, he knows this all too well.

“I sent your family a security detail. Don’t worry. Colt was only minorly injured and-” 

You stand up and grab Eren’s shirt, bundling the fabric into a fist in your hands, as you glare at him. 

“Injured? What the fuck do you mean injured, Eren?” 

He sighs, lifting his hands to move yours, and hold them. You’re still clenching hard, so hard you’re sure you’re drawing blood, but he’s doing his best to uncurl your hands as he talks. 

“They threw a brick through the window. And the glass, Colt was sitting right there. I was just on the phone with Falco, he said he’s doing better. The security detailing has medical so you don’t have to worry about that again and they’re both okay and-” 

“No part of this is okay, Eren! Quit saying it’s okay when it’s not! They almost killed my brothers.” 

“Y/N.” 

“No. No, this is horrible, Eren. They-they don’t do any of this stuff. Falco’s barely thirteen. And Colt - he’s going to college. He’s not a celebrity, he’s not a singer, he’s just a student. How is he supposed to go out after this? Why- how is it supposed to be normal? And now, they’re going to be like us. They’re going to feel like they’re trapped in this fucking suffocating ass fish bowl and everyone’s watching and laughing at them and they just-” 

“Y/N. Stop. It’s not going to-” 

“Falco’s too soft for this. He’s just a kid, Eren. I can’t- no. This isn’t fair. Eren, they didn’t even do anything. They’re literally just related to me, they just love me and they’re getting hurt because of it. You- you’re probably getting dragged in the mud too. Everyone who helps me gets subjected to this, loving me comes with this big thing behind me and I can’t even keep people who get it with me. I let you go when you were the only person who understood and I messed it all up and got myself involved with Ricky James of all people and-” 

“Y/N. Stop. Please."

You sit flat on Eren’s floor, head in your hands, and cry, teardrops falling straight onto the floor. And Eren’s sitting there with you, with your big mess of jumbled feelings and mistakes, and trying his best to help you with it. 

That’s how Levi and Hange find you two, after pocketing the spare key Eren told them about. After he insistently called them and payed for a private jet, going on and on about how Y/N needed them. And here you two are, despite their original conceived notions that you two were fighting, on the floor, in each other’s arms. 

“Some things never change, huh?” Hange whispers. 

“Yeah. They keep fucking crying every time we see them.” he whispers back. 

--

Between Levi and Hange - Jean, Mikasa, and Connie who make it out that night - and Eren and Lana, they fix things. Most things. 

Ricky’s narrative about you is clear cut - half-true and half-fake. Your team forced him to date you and defend you for PR purposes, after the Girlfriend incident. There was an agreement that you two would write certain songs, make certain appearances, and support each other. 

But then Ricky turns the gate. Says that you’ve deeply, severely hurt him. That you led him on, that you used him to boost your own ego, and that you were dangerously obsessed with fame and not him. That you were all things - heartless, fake, that he doubted if you were even a real person. A glorious pop-star, empty and hollow on the inside.

And people jump on it fast. Citing the fact that you would throw away your friendship with Historia to be famous, that you stopped dating Eren when he stopped being successful, that you can go to tours but not to Mikasa or Jean’s birthday parties. 

The worst part? Ricky lied, but the things they pointed out were true. Every mistake you make is on display and that people make it a point to draw attention o it. That you really were in too deep, too deep into pleasing Sareen and Danny, and being a triple threat that you forgot that they were all there too. 

Eren, especially. Sweet, sweet Eren who saved you, who held you when you needed him. 

You look over at him and Lana, the two of them very aggressively debating how to use their last turn of their daily Wordle, and feel your heart deflate. 

You dropped the ball. You’ll never make it up to him. 

Lana, in her infinite kindness, has chosen to share her own story, as a corroboration for yours. That Ricky taunted, mocked, and harassed her the entire time they were dating. That you're anything but the things he says. Because she’s had enough and she’ll do it to help out her Tinky-Winky. (Much to Eren’s dismay, he hates that you’re both becoming closer as time goes on.) 

And to complement the announcement, Lana asked for one thing. To go out in style. You wrote a song with her and promised her that she was going to be the lead actress in the music video. A girl rage moment, like The Man. Danny and Sareen approve the move, making no comments or concerns about anything else that happened, and ask to be involved when the time comes. 

You sit on it for a few days. Till you’re ready. But where you are now - with these people - needs to stay for a little longer. Before you brace everything again. 

“Yo.” 

You smile, opening up space for Connie on the couch for you. 

“Hi Con.” 

“Deep in your thoughts there, princess. Thinking about how your album is about to go Multi-Platinum?” 

“No. Just the entire thing.” you respond, frowning. 

Connie rolls his eyes, reaching forward to squish your cheeks way too hard. 

“Ricky, when I catch you, Ricky-” Connie says under his breath, 

You snort, reaching forward to push Connie off. You focus back on Eren and Lana, who are now pulling each other's hair and a nice string of insults, as Mikasa and Levi brew their tea, entirely unbothered in the back. 

And when the screen in front of you flashes, when your third album goes Multi-Platinum after a week of being released, they’re all climbing on you. Jean and Mikasa are hollering in the back, Connie and Lana are jostling you in the air and pressing kisses to your cheek, and Eren, Levi, and Hange smile at you, the three of them enveloped in their own hug, across the way.

You split your separate ways at the end of the week, when you’re ready. Connie, Jean, and Mikasa return to set, Lana and Eren are gone with the wind, and Levi and Hange disappear again. 

When you sit on your plane back home, it sits in. How lonely this entire thing is. How a week full of your friends who love you only happened because of this sickening thing. That it's not a given, that they're presence is only in the bad times and almost never the good.

Your phone buzzes in your lap and you pick up your phone to read the notification. 

eren: don’t be a stranger. fish like to swim in schools, not alone. 

It’s something that rings in your mind, time and time again. When everyone else wins the war, when you keep performing and letting them take and take, for the sake of the work. For the art, for your dream.

And when you give up acting, singing, and dancing at the end of it all and make zero intentions to ever do any of this again, the question still bothers you.

If fish like to swim in schools, why did Eren push you so far away? Why was he so intent on swimming alone? Where you couldn't follow?

eren: I'm not saying that for you. and I know that this is selfish but...

eren: I need you just as much as you need me.

.

.

.

Fucking liar.

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[luna-writes-stuff]

Time In A Bottle, Astarion

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Fanfic, gn! reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count: 2584

Tw: pls it’s so difficult to write for BG3, idk how y’all do this. Looming anxiety, act II. Mentions of alcohol/local drunks (you’re a tavern keeper). No race, gender, or class specified. One (1) innuendo, but it’s hidden.

Summary: Travelling through the Shadowlands seemed to bring more anxiety than you would have initially anticipated. In the Last Light Inn you’re all caught up in your head when Astarion finds you. Trying his best to soothe you, you discuss whatever the future holds once you’re finally free.

Requested by @bogginswritings

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“If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away Just to spend them with you.”

He never believed in fate. Hell, if fate had been real, it had been terribly cruel to him. And fate had always been a positive daydream. Never of the material only seen in your nightmares. Thus - fate was a lie. It was purely a coincidence that you happened to be everywhere he was.

Yes, just a coincidence that you happened to meet him whilst a gang of thieves tried to sneak up on him. You hadn’t even known the elf, but part of you had urged you to step in and pretend to know him. You couldn’t quite tell how or why, and though he seemed perfectly capable of handling himself, you had stepped in, dragging him by his arm into clear sight - away from the shady alley he had found himself in. Besides a short introduction and a brief nod of gratitude, you didn’t exchange many words.

But then you met him later in a bar. By rights you shouldn’t have even remembered his face, but somehow you did. And he did as well. Finding him somewhat owing you some form of gratitude he had treated you to a drink, and you started a short conversation.

Then, again, you wouldn’t see him for weeks, until stumbling back into him upon market squares, theatres, libraries, and harbours. The more you saw him, the more you found yourself longing to see him again. You had never hoped to see him on an alien ship, though.

It was a brief glimpse, a wandering eye over a room you weren’t meant to see, but your eyes caught his figure in a pod for a second. Then, everything had gone dark.

Having come across him after your escape, it seemed logical to stick with him - he had been the person you knew the best. But what initially started out as sheer survival instincts and panic had begun to grow into something similar to fondness. A feeling he couldn’t deny either. Be that as it may, you both remained silent about it. There were more pressing matters in your head, both literally and figuratively.

“If I could make days last forever. If words could make wishes come true. I'd save every day like a treasure, and then Again, I would spend them with you.”

Bravery had been your growing companion the close you got to Moonrise Towers and salvation. But it had begun to waver the second you had stepped foot into the Shadowlands. Words could not express your gratitude once you found the Last Light Inn, but the pressing urgency of complete darkness never once faltered from your mind. Your eyes couldn’t seem to tear from it either, as your frame sat on a lone balcony, staring into the abyss outside the dome, silent stares giving you glares back, washing shivers up your spine. You had already been on edge, so when Astarion decided to sit down next to you without as much as alerting you of his presence, you couldn’t help the panicked skip in the beat of your heart.

“Great mother of-“ You shrieked, clutching your chest as you forced yourself to halt your words. “Astarion, don’t do that.” “Oh, but I do love to scare you,” He replied through a laugh, letting his legs fall between the bars, dangling over the tiny river below. You didn’t reply to him. It wasn’t the first time he scared you, but unlike then, you couldn’t find yourself appreciating the gesture anymore.

“You’re no fun,” He sighed when you failed to respond. “Too caught up in this looming death thing?” “Well, yes,” You affirmed. “We don’t have any sense of direction here and the shadows have eyes - quite literally. So, yes. I am ‘too caught up in this looming death thing’.” Taken aback by your quick fire of words, he leaned back a little. “We have our fairy friend.” He tried to console. “Ah, yes,” You agreed. “That’ll teach them.”

A scoff of entertainment came from him as he gently observed you. The trail his eyes made over your body sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you pushed it away. “I sense a faint scent of stress on you.” He spoke. “Truly?” You asked, raising your eyebrows in mock-surprise. “Then, I shall indulge you: there is panic, fear, and loneliness also.” “That sounds awful.” Astarion commented, causing you to shrug, your eyes falling back into the darkness in front of you. He seemed so calm - almost at peace: “How are you so okay with all of this?”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Well, someone has to keep the spirits up in this group.” You nodded once, a faint smile on your face. “Tremendous job you’re doing at that. I am quite sure Gale will break down once the first person asks him how he's doing.” “He is going to blow himself up.” Astarion mumbled, tilting his shoulder from side to side in understanding. You cast him a look over your shoulder. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”

“But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do once you find them.”

He was quiet for a while, watching your eyes stare at nothing, the absence of light almost reflecting on your face. “If it helps,” He began. “I don’t like it either.” Furrowing your eyebrows together, you looked back at him. “Gale blowing up?” “What? No.” He said quickly, before shaking his head. “I mean - I don’t like it, no, but that is not what I meant.”

You sighed. As much as some tried to deny it, you had grown very fond of your travelling group, and you were almost certain the feeling was mutual. You hated to think of what would happen if the tadpoles were to transform you - or what would happen if you managed to actually get them out of your heads. You might never see Astarion again. He’d get his revenge and vanish, free to do his own bidding. You couldn’t blame him for it, but the thought hurt all the same.

“I hate it here too,” The elf admitted. “It has this sense of emptiness. Feeds into loneliness.” You didn’t dare to ask him more of it. You knew his struggles and buttons, but you weren’t going to push them now. Not when there was too much going on in your head as it was. Thus, you tried to change the topic: “If we manage to somehow survive everything, what is to become of you?”

The elf gave you a curious look. His eyes - however - hardened slightly, before they fell to the bannisters in front of him. “I think you know.” “I mean,” You tried. “After you have had your peace. What will you do?” That seemed to make him think for a while. You were grateful for the harpers talking in the yard - you could not have dealt with absolute silence now. “Whatever I want.” Astarion finally revealed, almost struggling with the words. “To not have to obey one's commands or wishes would be something…” His voice trailed off, trying to find the right words. “New,” He settled on. “I wouldn’t know what I’d do now. That is all for later.”

Then, his eyes met yours, an unknown glint within them, the hint of a smirk on his face - a drastic change to his expression seconds earlier. “Why?” At his look and undertone, your face heated up slightly, your eyes involuntarily dwindling down to your hands, which had grasped each other in light anxiety. “Just a question.” You justified.

“I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with.”

You could hear his chuckle, his eyes never leaving your form. “I see.” He answered, “What is to become of you when we survive?” Coughing up the uncomfortable feeling in the back of your throat, you shrugged nonchalantly. “Back to Baldur’s Gate.” You answered truthfully. “I had a life there - a job. Friends and family who might still live.” A sudden jolt of daring shot through you as you forced your head to rise, a cheeky grin now covering your face. “Why?” He could laugh at that, following your words as he shrugged. “Just a question.”

A second, comfortable silence followed. You ignored the irregular beating of your heart of Astarion’s eyes almost drilling holes into the side of your skull. Had it always been so abnormally hot?

Shifting under his gaze, you turned slightly, now giving him your full attention. “Won’t it get boring?” You dared to ask, taking him by surprise. “I’m sorry?” He returned, unsure of what you were asking or what you were insinuating. A frantic knock against his chest from the inside was forced down as you continued to speak: “You’ll live forever,” “Well, not exactly forever,” He interrupted. “I’m not invincible.” “You have no plan for the future, so you intend to wander alone forever?”

That question took him aback. Sure, he had fantasised about what his life would be like once he was finally free, but there never had been a solid plan or bucket list. Just a handful of things he longed to do - such as swim or walk under sunlight without growing uncomfortable, but these weren’t life plans. These were simple goals.

“Well, there’s no one I can really share it with, is there?” He questioned, trying to bruh the matter off, as if he hadn’t wondered about it himself. “Of course, there are brief entertainments, but no… settlements.” The hint in his voice caused your shoulders to lower slightly, a small amount of defeat watching over your back staring, staring at you menacingly. You pretended it didn’t bother you, though. Instead, you smiled for him, another shrug passing you as you leaned your head to the side.

“I suppose.”

“If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true. The box would be empty Except for the memory of how they were answered by you.”

“And you, then?” He returned, matching the gesture on your face. “Cursed to spend your life being wed off to some low life farmer?” You chuckled at him, shaking your head in dismissal as you recounted your working days in a local tavern, serving visitors and locals ale whilst they would rant and talk about everything. It was something you never thought you’d find yourself missing. But those now appeared to be the simpler days, and the longer your travel became, the more you find yourself urging to go back to those days, having taken nothing for granted.

“More like cursed to spend my life aiding drunks.” You commented, a fond smile on your face as you silently recounted all those times you had to throw out old drunks. Bothers then, that seemed to be a daydream now. “That sounds dull.” Astarion dismissed, not at all pleased with the image of you having to throw out drunks who might have been twice your size.

“No,” You returned sarcastically. “Wandering the planes of this world on your own for all eternity sounds lovely.” “Again, not for all eternity.” The elf corrected, but you ignored it, ranting off your bothers with eternity: “Everyone you know will be dead by the time your end comes, so it might as well be eternity.” You swallowed harshly as you processed your words, casting him a sorrowful look. “I’m sorry,” You apologised. “That sounded harsh.” But instead of a frown, that ever-apparent smirk was still on his face: “Don’t fret, darling. I’ll visit your tavern until the day you die.” “Oh, I really hope I won’t serve my entire life there.”

Both of you laughed at that, your arms falling against the bannisters as you leaned against it, resting your head on the side, directed Astarion’s way. He simply looked at you, almost seeming hesitant - carefully choosing out his next words.

“You don’t have to.” He settled on. You didn’t quite catch his underlying meaning. “Maybe you don’t, but most of us have to participate in society.” “No interest in wandering the planes of this world?” That caught you off-guard. Sure, he has flirted with you before, but never with the intention of starting something serious. You weren’t sure if you were imagining this. Perhaps you were. Best to laugh it off: “With you?” You feigned humour. “Where’d I get my happiness from?” “Oh, you’re hilarious.” The elf mocked, but his voice turned serious again. “You wouldn’t want to travel the world?” “Of course I would,” You confessed quickly. “But with what money?”

“But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do once you find them.”

Silence once more. Astarion hadn’t really worried about money before, even when he was still a normal elf. Wealth had become relatively easy for him, whether he wanted it or not.

“You know, once I’m done with everything, I’ll have enough money to accompany me for decades. Money wouldn’t be an issue.” Nope, you weren’t imagining things. If you were, this had been a terribly cruel joke. He would have never spoken like this if he had no intention of keeping his promises. And though you would have loved to join him, the glum setting of your current journey had drowned your spirits slightly.

“Well, there is the precious issue concerning time. We don’t have the same time.” He could see the conflict and pain in your eyes, but - as always - he seemed to have already prepared his next line: “I have a very easy answer to that.” “Oh, that’s kinky.” You tried to brush off, pros and cons silently ticking off in your head. “Don’t tempt me, darling.” He returned in a low voice. You sighed at that, your gaze falling back upon the distance, only now from the side. “Astarion,” You muttered. “I’d love to. But I have a family out there. You’re important to me, but I can’t just disappear from them forever.”

He understood. Well, maybe not entirely, but he knew it would be a big matter for you. It would have been for everyone. Everyone but him. He knew how important your life was, and as his had been taken too early, he could only imagine what it would be like to that to another. “So, we’ll take care of your stupid drunks for a couple years. Then, we can leave.” He convinced, drawing a chuckle out of you. “That’s romantic.”

Taking you by surprise, his hand fell upon yours, which had been clutching the bannister. “I just want to spend it with you.” He spoke sincerely. No laugh, no smile, no crinkle by his eyes. There was nothing but truth and resilience in his words. You grew weak at the simple touch, but it was his face which drew you over the line: “If we live, I’ll help you get your revenge. We’ll see what happens afterwards.”

He couldn’t suppress the smile on his face, his fingers squeezing your hands once, before letting go, a dramatic groan coursing through him. “Ugh, an eternity with you?” “You brought it up.” You countered. Again, his hand found yours, this time intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Darling, I can’t wait.”

“I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with.”

[jacobsbadwig]

I saw your tags on the other post and pls rant about Jessica Stanley being the main character. Kthankbye ✌🏻

I was trying to find a post on my blog that imagined Jessica as the Main character Twilight.

But frankly it all boils down to Smeyer using Bella as a self insert. Now a lot of people hate that criticism, but it’s not a criticism rather than a statement of fact. Her crime isn’t basing a character on herself (or a young version of herself) it’s refusing to kill her darlings. Bella’s book description is the same description of Stephenie Meyer. (See @panlight or @fuckmeyer for more information)

As for Jessica, it’s hard to figure out what Bellas (and Stephenies) beef with Jessica as a character. I would argue because we don’t get an inkling of how Bella’s friend group was in Arizona (or if she had many friends) that Jessica is another character foil how girls shouldn’t (I will link that post here) act. Of course this is a subconscious point that the narrative makes.

Jessica is this determined high schooler who likes boys (as far as we know) who is focused on her grades but is a bit of a gossip. At least from Bella’s prespective. Also, Bella is an unreliable narrator although the narrative and the author don’t treat her as such.

I think Jessica Stanley makes more sense as the main character mostly because she has more to lose than Bella, a character who doesn’t want to make connections and is only in town because of her self sacrificing mindset. (I will not go into Bella’s mother mostly because my interpretation is that she (her mother) only got worse because the narrative needed her to and then it didn’t really matter because she got to keep her family around anyway). (Also mini rant- It’s strange that a girl who was born in that town and spent summers there until she was 13 Doesn’t know any other teenagers before moving back there especially being the Chief’s daughter. I would assume she would know everyone since she wouldn’t have been left home alone. Whatever Steph)

Jessica has a family. She’s grown up in the town. She has worked so hard for her grades. It would be interesting to see all of that come crashing down because of her involvement with vampires.

@humans4vampires just made a post pointing out the adrenaline caused by Edward’s presence and its masking via Bella’s attraction to Edward. Who’s to say that couldn’t happen to Jessica in their initial meeting.

The narrative would be the Cullens moving to Forks. Jessica gets rejected by Edward. Yes, she’s heartbroken by it, but that’s the new boys problem she’s on a mission to get all A’s. Her tight knit friend group keeps her distracted. Then one day, she’s walking around in the woods taking a break from her studies or just for some quiet time and comes across Edward hunting and covered in blood.

Edward, of course, hearing her thoughts, panics. They just moved to Forks. He can’t just let her get away, but she’s well known in the town. It’s small. He can’t kill her. So (like a dingus), he runs off.

Jessica having seen something so frightening rushes home to calm down, and she plays sick for the next week.

Anyway, I just think Jessica has more to lose, and it will be real push and pull of narrative as she is not only protecting this secret from the rest of her friends. She has to get through high school without dying until she realizes that she won’t be able to live her dreams because she will be a vampire or be killed.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Soup is for nerds

WOW ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE DONE ONE OF THESE!!

Welcome back to the Shaw Pack Mates Super top secret and totally unknown by anyone outside of the group groupchat. (Name trademarked by Angel.)

Whether these are real conversations I’ve overheard/seen/partaken in or not is entirely unknown and shall stay that way.

CW: Crack, Angel needs to learn what boundaries are but not in a toxic way, Sam is asking for a god to save him he’s not picky on which god he’ll even rely on science it doesn’t even need to be religious, Sweetheart please for the love of the universe put the cat down, Baabe why are you just sitting there laughing?

Actual CW: Crack, mentions to others being sneaky link/hoes/sluts but in a friendly platonic way, GN listeners. Any reference to gendered terms is purely for the memes and not to be taken seriously.

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Angel: im so disappointed in u all

Sam: Oh dear. What’s upset you now?

Angel: is that lip im hearing

Baabe: if my boss finds out im on my phone right now im so dead. so whats wrong bb?

Sweetheart: Tracking down a covert breaker. Cant talk rn.

Sam: Now I’m actually concerned. Is this genuine, or is Angel being Angel again?

Angel: not one of u said ‘congrats on ur nuptials’

Sam: I wasn’t aware anyone called marriage nuptials anymore, but also if I’m not mistaken you two have yet to have your wedding since you both are still planning it?

Baabe: CONGRATS ON YOUR NUPTIALS YOU SILLY GOOSE

Angel: this is why im marrying with baabe

Baabe: LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS

Angel: ooooooo teeaaaaa

Sweetheart: That’s what he said.

Sam: I think one day I will gather the strength to leave this groupchat.

Angel: oh ill just add u back and then kidnap u to drag u to my basement so u cant ever try to leave me again

Sam: Angel what the fuck.

Angel: HE DIDNT USE A COMMA IM THE REAL WINNER HERE

Baabe: to defeat the huns~

Angel: im so upset rn its not even funny like i cant live laugh love under these conditions

Baabe: aweeee what’s wrong bby?

Sam: Is there something I could do to help? I will if I can.

Angel: hang on i gotta wait for sweetheart to respond so i can get all the attention necessary

Sweetheart: Sorry I was just filming a tiktok with Aggro. Whats up

Angel: perfect all my three hoes are here

Sam: I resent being called that, but I also recognize my powerlessness in getting you to change it, so continue.

Angel: do yall even have any clue how expensive it is to buy a mcdonalds bouncy house

Sweetheart: Why are you trying to buy a bouncy house

Baabe: ngl i’m kinda curious about that too

Angel: well i could just buy it because ur bitch is rich rich but i share a joint account with my mega alpha gigachad of a finance so i cant buy it without him noticing but i wanna keep it a surprise so theres just a bouncy house in our backyard when he comes home

Sam: Don’t you mean your ‘fiance’?

Angel: no i mean finance im just with davey for his money but my real loves is my three hoes in this gc

Sweetheart: Youre so romantic Angel

Baabe: ikr? like just marry me already

Angel: anyways this is my way of asking u to buy me a bouncy house who wants the privilege

Angel: DONT JUST LEAVE ME ON READ YOU SLUTS

Angel: SOS

Baabe: whats wrong sneaky link?

Sam: Once again, I am confused whether or not this is a serious thing or Angel is playing up the dramatics again.

Sweetheart: I can send you a picture of my son if that will help

Angel: yes pls i miss my baby boy Angel: and also were out of sugary cereal and davey is making me eat his yucky worm food

Sweetheart: WHY DID YOU WRITE SOS? THIS IS A 911 EMERGENCY!

Baabe: dw bb i got u. just ask him why hes giving you his dog food.

Angel: oooo good idea hell take it away then and tell me to just starve and give me the chance to naruto run to sams house for breaky

Sam: Now hold on just a minute. I don’t recommend doing that Angel, also I don’t need to eat food and Darlin isn’t here for me to have any reason to make breakfast. I think you’ll survive a morning without your cereal.

Angel: YALL HE THREW A PLASTIC SPOON AT ME HALP

Baabe: MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Sweetheart: rip

Angel: You’re next. - David

Baabe: oh fuck

Sweetheart: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Sam: rip

[zeglythofficial]

For someone who was/is a proclaimed "fan girl" R really do be losing her cool easily when it came to her and being shipped with a co-star. You know I totally respect when actors set boundaries if there's harassment involved or people getting weird with speculations, creating rumors etc. She has the right to be uncomfortable with being shipped with someone she considers a platonic friend but the way she approaches this whole thing is weird to say the least

Hates to being romantically linked to T but can't stop sharing pictures of him, obsessing over what shippers do and say in their own spaces and trying so hard to "prove them wrong" 💀like girl it's not that serious, if nothing romantic comes out of zeglyth we'll move on (like people did with Jalle)

Her main problem relies in that she's ON SOCIAL MEDIA almost 24/7 and is obsessed with finding out what people are saying about her. My problem with her is she don't act like a real professional actor, she moves like a social media personality, it might be the Youtuber in her but if her plans are to expand her acting/singing career she needs to take herself more seriously and log out at least from Twitter. Get yourself to networking events like Zendaya did in her time, write an album, get in audition rooms because she's literally the only actor from TBOSAS main cast who has not booked a single role since the movie came out. Like girl, it was the perfect time to build a substantial fan base that's going to support your future projects, it was her time to use her amazing talent to do so much productive and creative shit. Like it upsets me how much time she wastes sitting around at her house having online meltdowns one day after the other over unimportant stuff like shipping 💀

Also it's not lost on me why she despises zeglyth shipping so much, and its because she realizes T is better than her man, she reads the comments and knows what people think of J or I better say how little they think of J as an actor/person. R has an obsession to prove her boyfriend is just as good as T, that's why as soon as she posts Zeglyth she goes back to like Sejanus/Zegvera/J posts lol lt's like clockwork. I understand she's J victim and why she's so defensive of her groomer but there's nothing she can do to make us like her boyfriend because:

1)He's ugly

2) He has the personality of a cardboard

3) We caught on his predatory behavior so yuck /:

4) He's an okay actor but he hasn't proved himself besides being someone who gets his career propelled by his more famous and talented gf, his castings so far are giving charity case 🤷🏼‍♀️

I always support R because I see so much raw talent in her, but her online persona is so annoying. I'll give her she's 22 but her excuses to behave like on the internet are running out. Girl needs to learn to back off a little and ignore shit she don't like. Choose your battles wisely R, instead of running your mouth and embarrassing yourself over dumb and petty fan wars... you should be above that at this point in your career. You're a Hollywood actress not a stan account on Twitter! Act like it pls 🙏🏼

She’s a fan girl herself so she needs to stop acting superior to any of us. She’s always in celeb comments acting like a fan, not a peer.

You’re absolutely right. I don’t care if an actor sets boundaries because I can respect it and back off. But I don’t like it when people set boundaries and cross those boundaries themselves.

People are already starting to move on Zeglyth because of her behavior. It’s tiring. Jalle went nowhere because Halle stop talking about Jonah and moved on from TLM. If R wants us to move on then she needs to stop the Zeglyth pics and liking stuff about T. But that’s issue, isn’t it? She doesn’t want us to stop talking about them.

She needs to put that phone down and get into the audition room. Worried about shipping when she has NYC bills to pay 💀 Rent and the phone bill is due, mama. Time to get to work!

She’s delusional about J. We will never like him. We don’t care about Sejanus. We all know he doesn’t have T’s talent. J needs to go to Broadway or sitcom / medical drama shows. He’s not fit to be a movie star.

R is picking the wrong battles here. I’m a fan at the end of the day, not her enemy. She doesn’t want to be an enemy of her loyal fanbase. She’s losing us already. I’m the one who buys tickets to her projects. I’m going to see Y2K and SW because of her! Stop paying with your hard working fans, R! I don’t need to spend my time, energy and money on you.

But again, she’s about to be 23 and I’m hoping this is just phase and she snaps out of it.

[strawberrybyers]

if you’re interested pls read! i think everyone will find this post interesting! this is going to be one long post about time in stranger things and it’s relation to back to the future. also somewhat theorizing that will is going to get stuck in the upside down and how that could be time traveling?? or how the characters will time travel?? also mentions of pocketgate, birthdaygate, and the blue meets yellow in the west theory. anyways this will probably be a bit messy, but i have a lot of thoughts and i just want to write all of them down and i really feel like i’m onto something lmao

ok so i have been thinking about what the significance of time in stranger things is which led me to remember when robin was explaining to steve about why back to the future was called back to the future. she explained it as “he has to go back to the future because he’s in the past. so, the future is actually the present, which is his time”. i immediately thought back to when i have said in a couple of other posts how i think in s5 there will be time travel because the upside down is stuck on the day will went missing. so while trying to see what scene came after robin’s explanation, i found this article detailing all the parallels stranger things has to back in the future in s3. and that led me to two other articles. the last image is a screenshot from the article about the original pitch for stranger things which mentioned time travel.

so really the rest of this post is now going to focus more on the back to the future stuff. first i want to talk about this part of the vulture article i linked in the beginning of this post. i have seen all the back to the future movies, but a really long time ago, so i don’t remember much, but when i saw “save the clock tower” all i could think about were the clocks in stranger things.

i googled more info on the clock tower and idk i’m about to become a real crackhead theorist, but it makes sense to me considering all the parallels this show has. anyways let’s look at what is said about the clock tower in back to the future.

i started freaking out while reading this because s4 has a big emphasis on time and CLOCKS. vecna’s mind lair thing has clocks everywhere. when a character is about to get vecna’d they hear a clock and see a grandfather clock. also, the clock being struck by lightning?? there’s lightning in vecna’s mind lair thing AND in the final scene we see lightning in the sky!! so in back to the future, the clock got struck by lightning which caused it to be stuck for years at 10:04 (and this is probably just making something out of nothing but the clock being stuck on the 4th minute and vecna wanted to open up 4 gates and you hear 4 chimes symbolizing that). now guess what else is stuck in time? the upside down. the upside down is stuck on the day will went missing which is november 6, 1983. will was stuck in the upside down for a week. what is a week away from nov 6? november 13. the ‘save the clock tower’ flyer mentions the date november 13 on it. also, in back to the future, doc gets the idea for the delorean (the thing that helps him and marty time travel) when he was hanging up a clock and hit his head on november 5, 1955. this is also the day marty ends up traveling back in time to (marty’s present time takes place in 1985 and s3 of ST took place in 1985 lol).

NOW what gets crazy is that on november 6, 1955, doc learns that because marty interacted with his parents which messed up his parents initial meeting, he is now telling marty that he needs to get his parents back together otherwise marty will be erased from existence. WILL GOES MISSING ON NOV 6 AND BECAUSE OF BIRTHDAYGATE WHAT DO WE THINK IS HAPPENING TO WILL?? THAT HE’S BEING ERASED/FORGOTTEN FROM THE TIMELINE!!! and throughout back to the future, the more time that is being prolonged of getting marty’s parents back together, the more him and his siblings disappearing from the timeline is becoming reality (he knows this because they start disappearing from a photo he has of his family). there’s also this post that was made that mentions how the memories that were mentioned in the shed in s2 could be altered or are being forgotten and if that’s the case then it makes sense those memories would be forgotten if it’s a sign something is happening to will. anyways because of the lightning strike that strikes the clock, it powered the delorean on november 12, 1955 and was able to send marty back to the future. marty was stuck in the past for a week. will was stuck in the upside down for a week. vecna begins his attacks on hawkins on march 21 and hawkins is split in half by the upside down on march 28 making that a week (a week that includes the day of will’s bday). that’s why there’s a 2 day time jump because the timeline of s4 needed to last a week. i’m just thinking about “the week is long” part of the blue meets yellow in the west code… and speaking of blue and yellow, the ‘save the clock tower’ flyers are in blue and yellow…

i’ll say one last thing about the flyer, so i can shift more into pocketgate and how mike has a letter written to will. so marty keeps the flyer because his girlfriend wrote her grandma’s number on it and “i love you” and he puts it in his pocket. because he kept the flyer it ends up helping him get back to the future because of the info it contains about the lightning strike. what do we think mike has in his pocket? a letter to will that says “love, mike”. something he couldn’t write to el. there’s been an emphasis in stranger things with letters and yes i know it’s the 80’s so that was one of the main forms of communication, but they’re also a part of the plot, so they mean something significant! like joyce receiving the letter from hopper which makes her go to russia to save him. hopper’s letter to el about not wanting things to change (i will write more on this). max writing letters to her friends for them to read in case something happens to her. max writing a letter to billy that expresses how she has been feeling since he passed. el being upset that mike can’t write “love,mike” in his letters. season 4 opening up with el’s letter to mike that mentions time travel. will and mike have an argument that mike didn’t write enough to will and that “el has a book of letters from him”. now back to the future also has letters play an important role in the storyline. for example, here’s info on the letter that marty gave to doc that he stuck in doc’s pocket in 1955 that saved doc’s life.

now in back to the future 3, doc in 1885 wrote a letter to marty to be delivered to him on november 12, 1955 which marty ends up showing the doc in 1955. the letter ends up helping them.

in the letter up above, doc writes how much marty means to him. obviously the relationship between doc and marty is NOT romantic at all, but if stranger things is paralleling back to the future the way it is, then isn’t it possible mike has a letter to will explaining his feelings? and considering in back to the future, the letters were helpful to the characters, could it be that mike’s letter will help will and save hawkins? could mike’s love for will be the motivation to help will survive the upside down if he gets stuck there again? i’m thinking it’s possible will gets stuck in the upside down, which would basically be him time traveling in a sense. i’m wondering if maybe will will be in possession of mike’s letter before he gets stuck in the upside down and will decides to read the letter while he’s stuck there (maybe paralleling back to the future when marty has the flyer that has “i love you” written on it from his girlfriend). OR do mike and will get stuck in the upside down together and mike decides to give his letter to will then (maybe somewhat paralleling back to the future 3 when 1955 marty gives 1955 doc the letter 1885 doc wrote 1955 marty in order to help them get 1985 doc back to 1985 from 1885). there’s also this tweet from the stranger things writers account. so could it mean that this is parts of the letter mike wrote to will that he will give to him on november 6, 1983 because they’re stuck in the upside down together???

now moving on. i said i’d talk more about hopper’s letter. here’s what the vulture article wrote about hopper’s letter:

the article is comparing the letter marty wrote doc to save his life to the letter hopper wrote to el. so couldn’t the other letters featured in the movies somehow foretell mike having a letter in his pocket? they paralleled a stranger things letter to a back to the future letter once they could do it again. here’s more of what the article wrote on hopper’s letter:

we know what hopper meant by telling el “to maybe stop that change. to turn back the clock. to make things go back to how they were.”. we also theorize because scenes of mike looking back at will’s house and hugging his mom while this part of the letter is being read, we think it relates to mike wanting things to go back to the way they were with will. we even think it could potentially be the moment mike realizes he loves will and doesn’t know what to do with that which leads to his weird behavior in s4. BUT couldn’t this part of hopper’s letter also have a 3rd meaning? s4 does deal with clocks. hopper mentions “to turn back the clock”. when nancy see’s henry’s backstory, there is a scene of henry changing time on the clock. is it possible that time travel has to occur where they are able “to turn back the clock” in order to save hawkins? and if will is stuck in the upside down maybe having to do that to save will? or maybe because he’s stuck there and it’s stuck on the day he went missing then that could be turning back the clock as well…

now for my final analysis of the vulture article and how it relates to back to the future, this part is going to do more with byler. let’s look at this part of the article:

first things first, it mentions back to the future wants to preserve the status quo and how that relates to stranger things. in s4, eddie mentions how forced conformity is killing the kids. finn said in an interview that mike is trying to stay as normal as possible. looking at these things, it makes me think about mike and how he’s trying appear as heterosexual which therefore would be “normal” and fitting the status quo. this also fits into hopper’s letter and the scenes of mike while the letter is being read. mike is losing will and if that moment when will moved is when he realizes he’s in love, then he knew that things would change and if he’s trying to fit in, then he’s going to do what he can to make sure nothing changes even though as we see that backfires throughout s4 because his relationship with el is on the rocks and things with will have been rocky as well. and we know will is being forced to conform as well as he mentioned feeling like a mistake and we can only assume he is afraid to come out as gay due to homophobia.

so back to the future is about marty going back in time to 1955 and having to fix the timeline where his parents fall in love and get married because when he went back to 1955 he messed up the initial meeting of his parents. if he fails to get them together, then he will cease to exist. marty is struggling at first to get his parents together because his mom has developed on crush on marty (weird i know but to me this shows how the right people need to be in a relationship in order for things to get resolved). if we think of how that could parallel to byler, then we know that mike’s love confession did not help el or save hawkins. we know el can defeat vecna and we know that what makes her powerful is love. she was able to banish vecna to the upside down when she remembered her mom saying “i love you”, but with mike it didn’t work— why? because it’s a lie. he doesn’t love her romantically like he says. hawkins isn’t in desolation because of mike, but i think if we want to make a parallel then we can say that mike being with el isn’t what’s supposed to happen because they aren’t right for each other. this also fits in to how mike and will’s love would save hawkins. just like marty’s parents falling in love preserved the timeline and allowed marty to continue to exist. now if we think that will is starting to cease to exist from the timeline due to birthdaygate and coincidentally marty learns he will cease to exist if his parents don’t get together on november 6— the same day will went missing— then could it be that mike’s love saves will?

like there’s just something about the upside down being stuck on the day will went missing… something about el’s letter mentioning time travel and time feeling like it speeds up or slows down based on emotion… something about the duffers saying they’re going back to s1 dynamics… something about vecna’s entire thing revolving around time… something about vecna making his victims visit their past traumatic memories… something about one of the ways to block vecna from getting to your mind is by thinking about past happy memories… something about vecna saying thinking about a past memory that makes him angry or sad makes him more powerful… something about hearing the sound of a clock being slowed down when a character is about to get vecna’d… something about “the week is long. the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. a trip to china sounds nice, if you tread lightly”… something about spring break being a week long… something about will being in the upside down for a week… something about vecna saying “seconds. minutes. hours. days. weeks. months. years. decades. each life a faded lesser copy of the one before.”… something about will’s birthday being forgotten… something about will being sidelined from the plot or shall i say fading from it… something about the back to the future parallels such as marty starting to be erased from the timeline starting on nov 6 the same day will went missing…

anyways i know this was long AF, but there was so much to say! i could be grasping at straws, but this was fun to write and analyze! i love the back to the future movies, so seeing how all of this parallels and could potentially continue to parallel is cool. all in all i don’t think it’s far-fetched to think will is going to get stuck in the upside down, some form of time travel will occur considering that was a part of the original stranger things pitch, and that mike and will’s love for each other will save hawkins. if you made it this far, thank you for reading all of this <3

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back to the future poster parallels x

back to the future november 21st parallel theory x

[amrv-5]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

HELLO DELLA @fieryphrazes and thank you for the tag, this was fun!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

30! quite a number of anonymous 🤨

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

689,182.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MASH! experiencing a beejhawk lockdown. for life

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

If I am being fully honest?

- A Be More Chill fic I wrote at age 16 and don’t want to link (<3)

- Somewhere to Get To

- Anonymous Fic

- Anonymous Fic

- Aspirin or Sorrow. But for fics in my fandom with my name on ‘em:

- Somewhere to Get To

- Aspirin or Sorrow

- Crosswalks, Crossroads

- Nothing is Real

- Moved on Memory

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to!! I was better about it prior to getting back into classes—not had a lot of time to respond thoughtfully lately but know that I DO see comments and love and appreciate everyone who took the time to read a fic of mine!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Aspirin or Sorrow, depending on your definition of angst. I think that one’s a happy ending, kind of, but I can also see how it’s not.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sailed Calmly On, I think. It’s more explicitly bright than Somewhere to Get To’s end, and (I hope) sort of affirming.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A few vagueposts. Only maybe twice to my (digital) face! People are usually on the whole pretty nice :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Which kind… not quite sure how to Categorize Them? Anyway the answer is: Yes, absolutely! I guess I’d say the throughline of “kind” is a focus on mutuality, decadence of experience (indulging in a fantasy, in sensation, warmth / luxury / soft treatment), and togetherness heightening relaxation and comfort. Or maybe I have a brand of smut I’m not aware of. I’ll take genre feedback, pls chime in.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Before? No. But…👀 watch this space 🤨

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Newt/Hermann pacific rim close to my heart but I think BeejHawk is my forever ship now.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Golden age of radio beejhawk AU…

16. What are your writing strengths?

Maybe drawing out thematic or symbolic resonances? Otherwise I’d say I’m pretty comfortable with thoughts/internal narration (navel gazing?).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Concision.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Not good enough yet at another language to feel confident in it myself unless a character’s quoting a text or a few simple phrases I know well, but think it’s great when others do!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

RWBY kind of. Middle school friends would trade notebooks in the lunchroom and write fic of each other’s show OCs.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hard to pick. The S2G2 ‘verse is very special to me, and seems the obvious choice, but for one-and-done fav fic? I might go with End of All Octobers, which I’m still pretty happy with over five months later, and find occasionally comforting.

I’m tagging @machihunnicutt @catgrub @catgirladjacent @persianflaw @draftdodgerag @kejfeblintz (if you want!! no pressure :) ) and anybody who sees this and wants to!!!

[the12thnightproject]

IkeSen boys in the Modern World going to an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet

princess-of-the-devildom asked:

May I request a Headcanon of the IkeSen boys in the Modern World going to an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet with MC pls? (This can be a continuation of the "MC Refrigerator After 3 Months" post, if you want)

Thank chu!

Having decided that MC’s refrigerator is a lost cause, MC and the Warlords go out to an all-you-can-eat buffet. A continuation of Warlord's Opening Up MC's Refrigerator (after she's not been home for three months) linked here.

Nobunaga: Is just so curious about the entire concept. Keeps piling dishes on his tray because he wants to try a little bit of everything… and then he finds the dessert buffet and must be talked out conquering the restaurant.

Hideyoshi: Has trouble identifying what, if anything in the place counts as real food. Jello salad? Macaroni & cheese? Tater Tot Hotdish? Does his very best to herd his crew into an orderly line. Tries to get them to eat a balanced meal. Tries to convince Mitsunari that Lime Jello Carrot Salad is worth tasting. Fails on every level.

Kenshin: Can’t find the pickled plums. “Where are they? Where?” Asks to speak to the local Daimyo. “You don’t serve pickled plums?” Upon being offered Canned Peaches in Orange jello as a substitute, he stabs the manager.

Kanetsugu: Keeps trying help Kenshin. Goes into the kitchen to try and find pickled plums for him. Is mistaken for a busboy. Is fired.

Sasuke: Is rushed off his feet trying to help Kenshin and prevent random acts of stabbing. Is mistaken for a busboy. Is fired. Then stabbed by Kenshin for dereliction of duty.

Masamune: Strikes up a conversation with the chef manning the hibachi station. Within five minutes, has talked his way back there to help. Within 20 minutes, a crowd has formed to watch his knife work and cooking skills. Can cook six steaks, eight stir fry chicken breasts, and duel with Kenshin simultaneously. By the end of the night, has been offered a job.

Ieyasu: The food… there’s a lot of it, but he thinks it’s so very bland (this is an all you can eat buffet in Minnesota, so it is, indeed bland). At last, he finds a bin full of packets of hot sauce, soy sauce, and wasabi… takes the entire bin and dumps every packet into his food. The resulting chemical reaction sets the restaurant on fire.

Shingen: Two words: chocolate fountain.

Yukimura: Would really like to make sure that Shingen eats real food and not just dessert. …  “No, ‘I just want to know how it works’ is not an excuse, my Lord. Put the chocolate fountain down, please. Also… put MC down, please.”

Mitsunari: *Crash* Three words: Former chocolate fountain.

Kennyo: Is appalled by the potential for food waste. Smuggles food out in his robes, planning to feed any stray hungry forest creatures. Last seen looking for a forest.

Yoshimoto: Discovers mashed potatoes. They’re… they’re… sculptable! Unintentionally recreates dinner scene from Close Encounters of the Third Kind …. And pottery scene from Ghost. Expresses surprise when told that he’s actually playing with food.

Mitsuhide: Grabs a bowl. Starts at one end of the buffet, and systematically dumps a spoonful from each dish into his bowl. By the time he has worked his way through all the buffets, his bowl has lettuce on the bottom, mashed potatoes and ice cream with caramel sauce on top, and alternating layers of fish, Tater tots, and jello in the middle.

Ranmaru: Dutifully begins at the salad bar, then is traumatized by the concept of canned peaches trapped in blue jello. “It… moves!”

Keiji: FUZZY BLUE THING MUTATED. KILL IT. KILL IT WITH FIRE.

Motonari: Walks into restaurant. Notices the masses of people lined up, all using the same serving spoons to pull food from the giant chafing trays. Nopes the hell out of there.

Kicho: Stayed behind and ordered pizza. Changed the locks on MC’s apartment.

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

> RULES

> if you clicked “begin game”, no this is not the wrong link lol, continue reading to find what you’re looking for ;)

> i will not tolerate any hate/discrimination directed towards myself or others; this includes race, gender, religion, sexuality, etc.

> i’m not here to kink-shame, neither are you. if you still want to anon your freaky little self, go ahead!! we still love it when you share.

> things like sexuality, hobbies, hair, height, skin, and other traits are flexible upon request, as it’s your imagination i’m trying to help you flesh out!!

> if not specified in request, the default character may be described as petite, less curvaceous than others lol, and have longer hair (it’s basically me, a 5 foot wasian girl)

> still, when writing i will not always be able to accommodate everyone’s personal preferences/traits, i.e. i only write afab and she/her pronouns. this is not because i don’t support or enjoy other perspectives but because i don’t think i’d even be able to do proper justice describing any other perspective than what i’ve experienced as someone of the above description bc pronouns. plus, tbh this is also a partially self-indulgent hobby.

> i may not always be active because, yk, life and all that. to the people who check up on me when i am not: mwah mwah!! to the people who feel entitled to my time and energy: pls take your time to think about consideration and respect.

> this applies not only for me but for every creator: pls go ahead and reblog + comment!! it’s very appreciated (also you get 5 years good luck if u do, i swear hehe)

> if any of my work reflects an idea or pre-existing work of someone else’s, i assure you it’s not intentional in any way! we just both happen to have great minds and should probably be friends anyway lol

> ok ok i hope you actually read all of that, but i’ll give you what you’re really here for:

the [MASTERLIST] but like, for real real.

[knuffled]

not so bad - chapter 6

enjoy my darlings. pls reblog to win my undying affection

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It was pure happenstance that Annabeth stumbled across the incident in the boy’s bathroom. Well, happenstance and a full bladder. Mid-way through her fourth period class, European History, taught by the dullest teacher in the entire school, she excused herself to run down to the bathroom. The boy’s bathroom was directly adjacent to the girls’s. That had never mattered much, but on that particular day, it meant that she inadvertently found herself caught in a disturbing incident.

At first, she sensed nothing awry: just the sound of laughter. But it was a familiar whimper of distress that gave her pause before she entered the girl’s bathroom. Annabeth knew that sound from just about anywhere. It belonged to her oldest friend, Grover Underwood.

“Come on, Underwood. Stop being such a pussy,” a voice sneered.

Another voice added, “Yeah, we just want twenty bucks a piece. That’s not so hard now, is it?”

“I- I told you. I don’t have anymore on me. I told you that I don’t get paid until Friday. I-If you could just wait-”

“You talking back to us, Underwood? Do we have to do this the hard way again?”

At the sound of Grover’s whimper again, blood boiled in Annabeth’s veins and she balled her hands into fists. One thing about Annabeth was that you did not fuck with her friends. She got ready to burst into the boy’s bathroom, propriety be damned, fully ready to fuck shit up, until another familiar voice interjected.

“Wow, three guys bullying a dude on crutches for money? Yikes. Talk about pathetic.”

“What was that, Jackson?”

“Getting sacked so much as the school quarterback really turned your brain into mush, huh Sloan? Want me to speak slower so you can understand?”

Annabeth hid a grin at the indignant sputtering from the other speaker. Sloan was a name she unfortunately recognized. Matt Sloan was easily the biggest douchebag in their school. She’d had more than one unfortunate run in with him in the past. It had ended with her breaking his nose, but he would never admit that.

“Fuck you, Jackson,” Matt sneered.

There was a scuffle of feet, which was enough of a cue for Annabeth to burst into the bathroom. Matt and his two cronies rushed towards Percy with their fists raised. Percy neatly side-stepped the first punch and hooked his foot behind his assailants calf and lifted, throwing him off balance. With one hand, Percy pushed him face-first into a urinal, while using his other hand to catch the next attacker’s wrist. He pulled him by the wrist, making him fall forward into the wall with a groan.

Matt was last, but he’d stolen one of Grover’s crutches to use as a weapon. A flicker of worry flashed in Percy’s eyes, but Annabeth dashed in quickly and kicked Matt in the back of his knee, sending him crashing to the floor with a scream of pain. Matt looked up at her from the floor, livid.

“Chase, you fucking bitch. You almost broke my leg!”

Annabeth shrugged nonchalantly. “Whoops. I’ll try harder next time then.”

Percy’s lips quirked upwards in a smile before he went to go help Grover up. Annabeth kept her attention focused on Matt and dropped to a crouch.

Annabeth glared at him and dropped her voice to a deadly whisper. “If you ever pull this shit again, on anyone, I’ll be sure to let everyone at school know I manhandled you in a fight. I’m sure it’ll be a real embarrassment to find out the school quarterback got his ass beat by a girl.”

“As if anyone would believe that,” Matt sneered.

“They sure will,” Percy chimed in. “After all, me and Grover here are two eyewitnesses. And in case Dumb and Dumber here get any ideas, maybe the two of us saw her kick all your asses. Now that would be a real funny story, wouldn’t it?”

The other two stiffened at that and gave terse nods of acknowledgement.

“And another thing,” Percy continued. “I want you three to hand Chase all the money you’ve stolen by the end of the week, or I’ll actually be serious about hurting you next time I see you. Got it?”

Matt stood up gingerly and flipped him off, but Annabeth could tell that they were rattled by Percy’s threat. She waited for the three of them to stagger out of the bathroom before she rushed to Grover’s side.

“God, Grover, why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Annabeth whispered furiously.

Grover hung his head in shame. “I- I don’t know, Annie. I guess I thought I could just- deal with it.”

“Hey, promise me that you’ll come to me if something like this happens in the future,” Annabeth said.

Grover looked hesitant, which only served to bewilder her more. She opened her mouth to say something more, but Percy stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Annabeth looked up at him and he gave her a subtle headshake no. She bit her lip in frustration and watched him escort Grover out of the bathroom before he turned back to her.

“Why did you stop me?” Annabeth burst out. “I could’ve helped him!”

“I know,” Percy said simply. “But you have to think about it from his perspective.”

“What’s there to think about? Unless you mean he enjoys getting bullied by those shitstains-”

“You’re infantilizing him, Chase,” Percy interjected.

Annabeth stopped mid-sentence like he’d hit her with a shovel.

“He’s got it rough as it is with his disability and all. People try to take care of him all the time and he has to let them. Getting bullied is hard, yeah, but at least he was dealing with it on his own. But you demanding he ask for help just reinforces that he can’t solve problems on his own, that he needs someone to take care of him,” Percy said.

“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help,” Annabeth muttered.

Percy held his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I agree, but I don’t think he sees it that way.”

“So you’re saying I should just sit there and watch?” Annabeth demanded.

“I’m not saying anything. I’m just trying to explain how he might feel,” Percy said softly.

Annabeth pursed her lips at that and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t want to admit it, but Percy was kind of right.

“Fine,” Annabeth grumbled. “But if I see someone bullying a friend, I’m still going to raise hell about it.”

Percy smiled. “Yeah, I know.”

The fond admiration in his voice thawed the ice in her blood. “Thanks for stepping in. I really appreciate it.”

Percy put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Nah, it’s no problem. I don’t like bullies.”

“Still, taking three guys on at once is pretty ballsy,” Annabeth admitted.

“Pretty sure it was three on two. You helped, remember?” Percy said, grinning.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, with my heroic sneak attack.”

“Well, I thought we made a good team,” Percy said.

A smile threatened to break across her face. “We kind of did, didn’t we?”

When Percy returned her smile, it sent another infuriating flurry of butterflies loose in her stomach. God, it just wasn’t fair. The boy’s smile could make flower’s grow.

“We should probably get out of here. Would be kind of weird for someone to walk in and see you in the boy’s bathroom,” Percy said.

Annabeth felt her face heat up. “Oh, um, right. Let’s do that.”

When they stepped outside, Percy gave her a hesitant look and said, “Would you mind not telling anyone about this? I already kind of have a bad rep at school. I don’t want to make it worse.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem,” Annabeth said.

“Great, thanks!” Percy beamed. “I’ve gotta run down to pre-calc before I get written up by Mrs. Dodd’s again for like the fifth time this year. I swear she has it out for me.”

“Yeah, see you later, Perce.”

“I hope so, Annie,” Percy said, a cheeky smile on his face.

Annabeth tried her best to look stern. “Hey, not cool. Only Grover gets to call me that.”

Percy made a show of looking apologetic. “Darn, just when I thought I finally found a cool nickname for you.”

“How about just calling me Annabeth instead of Chase all the time?”

“Alright, let me try again then,” Percy said before clearing his throat. “I hope so, Annabeth.”

Annabeth mimed applause and bit back a smile. “Well done, you dork. Now get to class.”

Percy saluted her and Annabeth watched him head towards the Math department before she turned around and went back to history. At least now, she’d have something to tide her over in her imagination for the rest of class.

[levmada]

HOMIE I AM LIVING FOR THIS EVENT 😩

naturally i have picked something from the dissociation section (and canonverse pls.) namely the: "I... don't know how I got here." and *checks bank account* €7.98 if you can guess which character i want (levi)

do we give info on the potential specifics? i remember one night when my dissociation was REALLY bad, way back then, and i, unbeknownst to myself, walked out of my apartment at 3AM and sat by the bridge. not to do anything. i just... sat there. because being in my head - while in my bedroom - was too much and my body acted accordingly i suppose.

but yeah. reader having a hard time in canonverse for whatever reason and when it gets "bad" they go on walks. levi notices reader leaving and goes to find them (maybe they are up on the Wall?) and tries to get them to come back inside so he can help/try comfort them 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i added dissociation hurt/comfort for a reason😌 thank you for the specifics<33 i think this turned out amazing. pls lmk what u think cece!!!

content/warnings: HEAVY descriptions/themes of dissociation, hurt/comfort, canonverse, mention of death/blood

wc: ~1.2k

You don’t cope like normal people. Not after all the strife you have witnessed, fought, and survived in your lifetime.

You’ve leafed through medical textbooks, you’ve heard testimonies from other soldiers (without sharing your own experiences), and you know that once your mind can once again accept reality as real, then that is exactly what it is.

But it’s so easy to forget, to slip, to recede into a place at the back of your mind. You’re well-aware that it’s a prison, but you’re content not to escape because the feelings that wait when you’re free again are much worse than that small, colorless cage.

It’s so easy to forget.

In a fleeting moment of faint realization, you glance down at your dark, dirty boots, and the creaky wood you stand upon. That slight weightless feeling isn’t just you; you’re on a lift, wooden boxes of sorts that are attached to the Walls so that supplies can be transported to the top, and also soldiers, horses, and people... And...

And by extension, you notice your hands. They’re stained dark maroon in places by crusty, dried blood—random gore that only leaving the Walls gives you.

Did you return home today?—When? The memories are lost on you, you realize. You can’t recall a single conversation, action, or feeling.

Is this a dream? Is that the night breeze gently rolling across your face?

You want to cry, but you don’t know why.

Upon stepping off the lift, you accept the nighttime sky without processing how late it is. It’s colored an inky black, littered by a blanket of stars.

So it’s nighttime. Maybe you got back today.

Did we just get back? you wonder, but then you link your hands to scrape the dried blood from your cuticles and forget the question.

At night, torches light each checkpoint following down the Wall. No guards are ever needed at night, however, not when the Titans are “asleep”.

You now know for certain that you didn’t have a conversation with one of the Garrison that you can’t remember.

Even without light, it’s an easy path to keep to as long as you stare down at the unsteady steps your body makes. You find yourself doing that anyway. The clean, night air is enough relief from pain.

Like the aching soles of your feet (I'm still wearing my harness), and your twitchy fingers (Where is my ODM?), and your chest. What feels like a thick obsidian stone sits under your throat. Raw. Hurts.

You want to cry, but you don’t know why.

The constant sense of still dizziness whirls around inside your mind as you yourself are whirled around, and stilled. You blink rapidly, trying to catch up with yourself.

Levi, his appearance lackluster through the dark, says your name like a curse. With his arms outstretched like that, you gather he’s holding your shoulders.

You don’t fight. Even if you wanted, you don’t think you can.

“Hey.” A perpetual worry line sits between his brow.

Why is his hair damp?

“You shouldn't be up here without any gear.”

You blink, absently, and glance down at yourself. “I—I don’t know where it is.”

But he knows why you’re here, because he knows you.

It doesn’t have to be the deaths of two of your squad members after a torturous two weeks in Titan country to get you “out of sorts”, as you say.

It’s easy for the mind to escape somewhere when the body can’t, whenever it’s in a situation the mind can’t stand to be. Extraordinarily so.

As an automatic defense mechanism, it’s fickle by nature, and triggered like a switch: whether it’s shoved or tapped, gentle or frantic, you can’t help it. Simply stress—drowning in paperwork you're doing all wrong, a broken piece of equipment, even an argument—is enough.

He took endless care in learning all this for you.

You tend to go on walks when you get like this, but he knows it’s worse tonight, because you were supposed to clean up after he was finished in the bathroom. However, when he stepped out, you were simply gone.

He had insisted you stay with him—all your tells are obvious to him—but you wanted to be alone, or so you said. It was a mistake to listen to you.

Sighing deeply through his nose, he tells you,“We got back this afternoon, that’s why your gear’s missing. I’m gonna cuff you to me on every one of your walks from now on as long as they have you doing dangerous shit like this.”

You suck a balmy breath through your teeth, trying to process.

“Do you understand me?” With a squeeze of your shoulders, he pulls you a little closer. He might as well be holding you up.

You shake your head like you’re fighting some resistance in the air to do so. “I… don’t know how I got here.”

“I’m not blaming you.”

Levi takes a quick glance around again. He can’t stop himself despite the fact that neither of you have moved since he caught up to you. Neither of you are wearing ODM—because how could he have anticipated this?—and he’s cautious by nature.

He proceeds to have you recite your full name, your age, and your rank. When your birthday is, and your shirt size, dammit. These episodes you go through worry him at the best of times.

You get them all right, even though you’re a little slow to answer.

Dried blood adheres to his clean hand that he linked with yours and told you to squeeze like your life depended on it; even squeeze the life out of him, if you like. Reminders like this help to coax you out of it.

“Do you know who I am?” he asks quietly.

“L-Levi.” You jerk your head up and down in a nod, but then your jaw stammers. “I... I wanna go home,” you whisper, cracked.

Tenderly, he pushes your messy bangs from your face, pasted to your skin by sweat and blood. “That’s the plan. I’ve got you.”

“Okay.”

As he cups your cheek, your hands still clutched like two vices, you practically fall on it.

“Relax.” Reverently, he leans in and kisses your forehead. “If I’m here, you’re gonna be safe no matter what happens. Do you understand?”

You nod again, steered along with help from his free arm he holds your waist with. So protectively, your sides touch.

Levi, simply the sight of him, and his strong, warm hold, just the sound of his light steps, the scent of cedar and lemon in his hair—they help. You feel yourself gently encouraged into a state of drowsiness rather than coma.

You’re exhausted.

You step onto the lift together. The long walk to reach it escapes you, so you lean into him. He can hold you up all by himself, if you needed him too.

“What… are we doing after this?” you ask quietly. You crave something to hang onto for the future so you aren’t confined to drifting through the motions.

“We’re going to get you clean,” he replies without pause. “And then we’re going to get some food in your stomach, and go to bed.”

That is more than enough, as expected of Levi, who never fails to give you everything he has.

“Okay,” you murmur, understanding. You tighten your hold. “Okay.”

Enter the event here!

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     i wish i could relay just how excited i am for this group OERIEOE i’m an avid player of stardew valley and i always really loved how different each character in the game is and how they all cohabitate with one another, it’s EXCELLENT and i think it makes for such a nice rp environment ^.^ anyway, spiel over, i am goofy (i watched a goofy movie before i sent my reserve pls forgive me) and i bring to you my gentle ball of chaos, park minsi! i’m sorry if this feels disjointed or rushed at all, as i made a ton of last minute changes 💀 anyway, she’s a chef at her family’s bed & breakfast and an avid surfer, which can be an issue since something she finds so fun and distracting is so close to where she works~ i also have a few pages for her linked above, and if you’re interested in plotting or chatting, just like this post and i’ll come and say hello! also, don’t be scared to ask for my discord if you prefer ^.^

APPLICATION

❃ ↷ ˊ- pelican town is all abuzz about PARK MINSI, our resident 23-year old CHEF AT EUNHASU BED & BREAKFAST. you know, the one who looks like SON CHAEYOUNG? i don’t see it, but maybe that’s just because they remind me of THE CRUNCH OF LOCALLY SOURCED VEGETABLES AS THEY’RE BEING SLICED BY A STEADY HAND, T-SHIRTS THAT SMELL MORE LIKE SURBOARD WAX THAN PERSON and WILDFLOWERS TUCKED BEHIND A HEAVILY PIERCED EAR every time i see them at THE BEACH. word around town is that they’re increasingly SOFT-SPOKEN and GREGARIOUS, but can get rather UNPREDICTABLE. hope to see them around the valley soon!

HISTORY

minsi originally hails from busan; the daughter of a traveling musician father and a hotel manager mother.

she has both an older sister and a younger brother, so she was always surrounded by lots of love on all sides growing up.

with two fairly successful parents, the children were extremely well taken care of. there was really no dysfunction to be had among them. minsi’s mother and father were deeply in love and treated their children with a lot of encouragement, support and affection. minsi got along really well with her siblings and, while there was of course the occasional disagreement, theirs was a peaceful home for the most part.

one of minsi’s favorite things to do was help out in the kitchen whenever someone was cooking food. she’d shadow them, getting out ingredients for them and watching with great interest as they prepared each thing individually, before bringing it all together for a complete meal. cooking was a fast fascination for her.

living so close to the water, the doe eyed girl also loved going to the beach whenever she could annoy her mother into taking her. 

she’d build sandcastles and watch the waves roll in a few feet away, feeling utterly at peace with the world. lobbed up with sunscreen, she’d bounce around in her water wings, trying to get into further depths before her mother would tug her back closer to shore. she would cry when they all had to leave, making her mother give her a good ten minutes to say goodbye to her favorite seashells before they left. 

there was a beginner’s surfing class being taught one summer at her favorite beach, and after begging her mother for a good week to let her take it, the woman finally agreed. she loved coasting over the small waves, even if it was a struggle to balance. each time she’d successfully stay up, she’d feel this pleasant feeling in her stomach that made it feel like she was floating; like she could have tasted the sunshine.

the only real thing that always bothered minsi was when her father had to go back on the road to play music. she loved to see him play, but because she and her siblings had school, she was unable to ever really tag along with him. there would be months-long absences between getting to see him, and it took its toll in its own way.

her requests to go to the beach would become less and less frequent, and she would completely lose interest in helping anyone cook, even when prompted.

thankfully, when minsi was twelve years old, her father reached something of an impasse. he knew that if he continued to work and travel as a musician, he would miss out on a lot more moments with his family; especially seeing his children grow up. he was ready to make a choice.

minsi’s parents had always had a lifelong dream to open up a bed & breakfast by the sea, and they were beginning to think it may have been time to invest in the idea. busan was full of similar business ideas, so they wanted to open up shop somewhere there’d be a gap in the market.

after doing some research, the two settled on the beach in stardew valley as the site of their business. a gorgeous structure was erected a few yards back from the shoreline, with distinctive blue paneling that made it look like a natural part of the scenery.

while minsi’s parents went to work setting up for the opening of their bed & breakfast, the children settled in at school in the idyllic town, finding comfort among the quaint surroundings and the more consistent presence of their father.

as minsi grew into her teen years, she did have a tiny rebellious streak. she didn’t become super bratty or anything, but she did obtain a couple of tattoos with a fake signature from her parents when she was 16.

her parents were half furious and half confused. none of their children had ever really stepped out of line in this way, so they didn’t know what to do in the situation. they grounded her, but they also discussed the decision with her. she said that she felt like it was her choice to make, and if it was something she wanted on her body, it wasn’t really anyone else’s business. they kind of found that logic hard to argue with.

while they weren’t crazy about it, they started giving her genuine permission to get inked, mostly because they knew she would just do it anyway.

she was able to cook more than ever, too, becoming the unofficial chef’s assistant in the b&b’s kitchen on the weekends when she didn’t have school to attend. it was just the taste of the culinary profession she needed to push her into obtaining the official training.

when she graduated from high school, minsi decided to attend a two-year culinary academy so that she could receive her official certification. it was difficult being away from the place that had come to feel the most like home to her, not to mention her family and friends, but all the homesickness was forgotten when she finally came back to town.

she’s become the official chef of eunhasu, and was able to set up her own menu using produce from local farms and fresh seafood from the nearby ocean. said menu is her absolute pride & joy!

she’s still obsessed with surfing too, and it’s not uncommon to find her riding one out while still on the clock. ( hey, breaks are a thing and the ocean is literally right there :c ) but considering that food can be ordered any time of the day at the bed & breakfast, she has a device that buzzes her when she needs to get back on the double~

PERSONALITY

minsi is a really sweet, caring and well-rounded person in all honesty. she doesn’t like to raise her voice or argue, and she will basically withdraw inside herself like a turtle if you try that with her. but at the same time, she kinda does what she wants ? like if she knows she wants something and that it’s important to her, she’s gonna roll with it. she doesn’t like confrontation though, so she’ll likely just sidestep it to do The Thing sneakily.

in friendship, minsi is supportive, loyal and affectionate. if you’re there for her, she will always be there for you in return. she loves to make sure everyone is fed and might even pop in unexpectedly with a picnic basket of goodies ! she’d be the type to invite friends to stay at her apartment with her every night like a little mini party with drinks and movies and snacks, too !

in love, minsi is reeeeeeally shy. she has a hard time being direct about her feelings, even though deep down she’s a true romantic. she’d likely do a lot of small gestures in secret so that you feel appreciated, even if you don’t know she’s responsible for it. she has multiple love languages, but acts of service is where she really shines !

all in all, she’s a sporty, yet soft capricorn who’s willing to both ride and die

[kpophubb]

Good morning sunshine🧡💛💛💛

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Utube dilemma 👹

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lixie is sending u new pics ~~ 🫧 ; for good mood uuuu 🤘🏻🫵🏻💋 ;

volunteers to take care of you when I'm gone;;; I wanted to attach my piccc but I'm not pretty😭 I know you will argue, because of your angelic nature,

Wishing you as always I lovely day can a way to hear from you ~,hope to talk to you soon ❤️Wait for me❤️

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ꕺ♡ 💌 : ….𝕿𝖔 𝙼𝚈 нуυηวιη … ꕺ♡

♡..hi my darling!! First to tell you that all the links are working🥺 and I viewed everything and I’m so 💖💖 the felix smiling pics, voice message on bubbles, gyu kisses and gyu volunteer 🥹 how on earth are you soooo cute?? You always know how to make me smile <3

♡..I know many people find felix’s voice super sexy ( and I do too sometimes) but most times, it’s just so soothing and relaxing for me tbh. He’s my comfort person. I see him more as my ball of sunshine and my sweet dose of serotonin so hearing his voice always calms me down and relaxes me. Especially the good night messages and words of consolation. 🥺🤍

♡.. I liked our playlist, my love. I’ll be hearing all the songs soon (even tho some of them I already heard). I am so in love with the emojis you added as titles aww.

♡…my week has been so so¿ I mean at the beginning it was super fun bc I felt so active and healthy, my best friend came over at my place and we spent the whole day together 😍 and then the day after, it was my niece’s 6 months. So we had a home party w some guests and I dressed up and had a lot of fun with her! But then..I fell super sick and now my health and mood is all SO BAD I have been snapping at everything bc I feel like crap 💔

♡..your memories board is so cute..😭🤍 it’s melting my heart. I am so flattered and ngl my eyes feel watery at the amount of love you’re showing me. It feels so heart warming to see you have captured every detail of our conversation and I’m just🥹🥹 and Awwh! Yes 100% I’m real. If you ever wanna see me or hear my voice to confirm, let me know okay?? I don’t mind declaring to you confidently that you’re super precious to me and I’m and will always be here.

♡…I also take inspiration from YouTube videos..tiktok videos and mostly Pinterest! They all inspire me and motivate me for my dream self lol. I have 2 acc on Pinterest , one for kpop+ anime & the other one is my personal acc. It’s here if you’re interested to know more about me personally haha.

♡…I’m very happy to be here for you. I feel so glad I can make you feel safe and accepted cause that’s all I ever wanted to make you feel. 💛 I’m still glad I could be there during your bad times those months, and I could see you getting up. I can’t wait to be here for you through the rest of your growth.

♡..and oh my god anonie!! That’s scam!! Pls go reclaim your money baby. I can understand your feelings lmao, I’m always changing my looks or style bc it feels renewing kinda?! I’m sure you’d look great with perm! <3 I’d love for you to show me too. I’m someone who speaks up if someone infront of me is wronged but weirdly enough..when I’m wronged, I stay quiet? Idk I just let it go when it comes to me. But I’m so glad you have ambitions to portray Justice and stand up for people.

♡….it’s okay if every year you take resolutions or plan something and can’t make it sweetie. It happens. I’ve been trying to be where I am since 2020, but finally at the end of 2022 I achieved my goals. Life has its own pace. I’m sure you can be the boss lady you want. 🫶🏻 and pls don’t feel like you haven’t done enough in life or life is passing away without you having done anything remarkable. Im sure even if your past has been filled w traumas and bad memories and no real progress, in the future great opportunities and memories await you. I believe it, truly. 💗 people are truly truly bad and the world is so warped and cruel I agree, 100% and life isn’t sunshine and roses. But at the end, we just have to see the good in every situation (even tho there’s not always good everywhere) and find joy in the small things no matter how trivial and hard it might seem. Baby steps to get there, remember love? I pray you’re always surrounded by nice people from now on who truly make you believe in the magic that you are. 💙

♡… noo, your thoughts aren’t a mess. I love hearing your mind, it’s fascinating how you have a lot of thoughts about things around you. It’s admirable. It never creeps me out or bothers me, so please rest assured and keep telling me everything you feel like. I’d love to be your human diary! <3

♡…no you aren’t childish!! Using emojis are cute and I feel like they help you understand your emotions better behind the message and words. Or else it’d be easy to misinterpret your words. Like if you say “it’s okay” after someone apologises to you it might seem like they’re still mad at you and upset but if you say “it’s okay☺️💗” the other person might be relieved and believe that you guys are truly on good terms now.

♡..and no I don’t mind you being older !! Omg pls don’t feel uncomfortable and think I’ll ever shut you out. Age is just a number, love. And just bc you’re older doesn’t mean you have to feel pressurised to take care of me or anyone younger than you or be more reserved and act mature. To hell with all those stupid rules and obligations made by society. Who cares? Just be you. I love taking care of people, no matter if they’re older than me. I’ll accept you just the way you are so you don’t have to filter yourself for me. I know it’s easier to open up if you’re keeping some things about you to yourself and being anonymous cause you can’t be judged at all, so you can keep doing that. No pressure hun. Take as much time as you need. I’m not running away and never will.

♡… there was a time I believed in astrology but growing up, I stopped? I don’t know it feels very unreal to me. Do humans really have the ability to deduce the events of the future? Idk I’m quite skeptical. But it’s cool to check horoscopes and be interested in it. The quotes are by ours truly, felix. So here’s one for today. 💛

ꕺ♡ ….💌 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 ƒєℓιχ 🌤️ ꕺ♥︎

[☁️….𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲] ⇘ ♡♡♡

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I want you to know that I love you for that Druig Smut, more pls, 😩 Maybe some angst in the mix, or mortal reader with Druig and he is really protective over her but doesn’t want to be with her at first because he wants her to be safe but one day he sees her with another guy and then they get into some argument but it ends with smut and them being in love 😩

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Druig x Mortal Reader

Words: 2,712.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Begging Kink, Fingering, Cock Warming (slight). I think thats it...

A/n: I hope you enjoy Anon! Sorry its long!

Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.

Druig Headcanon

Waited Years - Smut18+ 

Something Special - Smut18+

Masterlist

Druig and I had been friends for years, I physically ran into him one day at the London Library, spilling hot coffee all over myself. Druig was kind enough to lend me his leather jacket and since then, we’ve been close.

I remember the day Druig told me about him being an Eternal, it didn’t seem real but then again the last five years had literally disappeared because a purple dude snapped his fingers, so I guess anything is possible. Although a part of my heart broke the day he told me this, being thousands of years old, watching everyone die, new people walking around him. Eternity by himself, the thought of us together completely crashing down.

A small part of me is always worried for when the day might come that he controls me and makes me leave him behind. Something that truly terrifies me, not only because he’s my best friend but because he’s the one I love, the one I look for in every crowd, the one I attempted to replace during fast hookups and drunken nights.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

My heart hammers against my chest at his voice, my eyes looking up from my phone.

“Sorry, spaced out for a second.” I smile weakly, looking down at my phone again. Jay, 23, loves cozy nights with a good movie and wants to know a time for a drink tonight.

“Everything alright?” Druig’s hand rests on my knee, his thumb brushing circles on my skin, every single touch ignites a small fire inside of me.

“Yeah, I’d tell you if it wasn’t, I’m meeting a friend tonight.”

Druig stays quiet, simply nodding in response as he crosses his arms. I move from the couch, walking around my apartment to my bedroom, wanting to find an outfit.

“So this friend, do I know them?”

“Highly doubt that.”

“Try me.”

“Jay.” I state, holding different outfits up against my body as Druig leans against my door frame.

“Jay.” Druig whispers the name, rolling his eyes before walking over to my bed and laying down on the mattress, his hands under his head.

“And how did you meet Jay?”

Typical, Druig always has questions about my dates, what’s their name, what's their bio say and some snarky comment about how every man loves the outdoors and its not something unique.

“Work.” I lie, my voice jumping up an octave slightly causing Druig to chuckle.

“Nice try.”

“It’s just a drink.” I huff, finally deciding on a black mid thigh body con dress.

I walk into my ensuite to get changed, closing the door slightly. I quickly change my outfit, opening the door as I lean against the frame.

“You should go out for a drink tonight, go look at the museum or something.”

Druig groans, his face turning towards me as he shifts on the bed, his eyes racking down my body, making me fully aware of how short this dress is.

“I should change.” I mumble walking over to my wardrobe as Druig jumps in front of me, his hands falling under my elbows.

“Don’t, Jay won’t know what’s hit him.” There it is again, the small fires igniting on my skin.

My eyes lock with Druig, the space between us extremely small. I flick my eyes to his lips before my phone tings repeatedly, pulling us out of our shared trance. I run a hand through my hair quickly, grabbing my phone and sighing.

“Is Jay needy?” Druig smirks, amused at the almost quadruple text messages from this man.

“Just lost.” I quickly type a reply, before rushing around to grab my shoes and bag.

“Seriously? Is this guy even worth it?” Druig continues to question me, my own mind asking the same questions.

“That’s what the drink is for, gotta suss him out first.”

Druig rolls his eyes, holding my apartment door open.

“Go rescue the damsel.”

I narrow my eyes at him, pulling my jacket on.

“Coming up with jokes now?” Druig smiles sweetly at me, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“You can stay here if you want, but seriously consider going out for a drink or maybe go borrow another book.” I suggest as Druig nods, gesturing for me to leave.

“Go have fun with Jai.”

“Jay.”

“Darling, I don’t care.”

I scoff, walking out of my apartment. He could be a little nicer about this.

\\//

20 minutes. 20 minutes of pure awful small talk and Jay going on and on about the stock market and why it’s good to invest into Stark Industries, like I honestly care about that.

“Excuse me.” I look up at the waiter, thankful for the small interruption and silence from Jay.

“This is for you.” The waiter places down a vodka sunrise cocktail in front of me. I suck my teeth, fucking Druig.

“We didn’t order this.” Jay scoffs.

“Correct Sir, the gentlemen at the bar did.” The waiter moves to the side, Druig raising his glass in the air, sending a wink in my direction as butterflies erupt deep in my stomach, a sigh passing my lips. “The gentlemen has a message for you.”

“Fucking poser.” Jay mumbles low attempting to go unnoticed but failing.

The waiter looks over Jay with disgust before looking at me and smiling.

“The message, A drink is always a good idea.” The waiter smiles, quickly turning away from the table as I swirl my straw around the glass. I chuckle softly, my eyes flicking to Druig, his already locked onto me. My breath hitches slightly as his eyes trail over my body slowly.

“Are you going to drink that?” Jay asks, his hand gesturing to the cocktail glass.

“With pleasure.” I bring the glass to my lips, quickly downing the liquid in one go.

“Shit.” Jay is shocked at my actions. I feel the soft alcohol warmth fill my chest, quickly flicking my eyes to an amused and smug Druig.

“Anyway, so Tony Stark.” My mind instantly switches off not wanting to listen to another minute about stocks or Tony Stark.

Every now and again I flick my eyes over to Druig, his gaze never leaving me.

\\//

“Let me walk you home, London isn’t the safest city.”

I open my mouth to protest Jay’s claim, his hand grabbing mine and forcing our fingers together as he blindly leads us down the street.

“Might be best if you follow me.”

Jay smiles at me nodding, I quickly take in his appearance, mentally slapping myself. Of course he resembles Druig.

After ten minutes of walking Jay and I reach my apartment, his eyes taking in the surroundings.

“I had fun.”

I smile weakly at him, rummaging through my bag for my apartment key, a groan passing my lips. I left it on the kitchen counter. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“You okay?” Jay asks, his hand rubbing up and down my arm, a cold feeling washing over me with every stroke. I move away from him, before nodding.

“Yeah, just left my key inside, I’ll have to call a friend.”

“You could come home with me, I’m only half an hour away.”

Jay walks closer to me, my back hitting against the door, his hand on my hip the same cold feeling washing over me.

“Am I interrupting?”

Relief fills me at Druig’s voice. Jay sucks his teeth pulling away from me as he faces Druig.

“Aren’t you the guy from the bar?”

Druig smirks, chuckling softly, my apartment key in his hand as my keychain jingles.

“Are you stalking my girl here?”

“Hear that Y/n, you’re his girl, congratulations.”

I roll my eyes at the two of them, putting my hand out.

“The key.”

“Woah, woah, key? This douche has your key?” Jay asks, putting his hand in front of me to stop me from getting the key.

I open my mouth to speak before Druig cuts me off.

“Douche? Wow, haven’t been called that in a long time.”

“Druig.” I warn, wanting to just get inside and wash this guy and date off me.

“You know him?”

“He’s a friend.” I mumble as Jay smirks, walking up to Druig, being face to face with him. Jay’s eyes travel over Druig a chuckle passing his lips.

“Friend, bet that stings huh bud.”

Druig licks his lips, tilting his head slightly as he laughs at Jay. Jay puffs his chest out a bit more not having expected Druig to laugh in his face.

“Keep laughing buddy, I’ll be the one making her scream my name later.”

Druig’s jaw clenches, his hands forming into fists as his eyes glow yellow.

“Leave, forget this night, take a train to Glasgow.”

Jay’s eyes settle back to their normal colour as he mindlessly walks away from us.

Silence falls over Druig and I, my brain trying to figure out what just occurred. That’s the first time Druig has used his power in front of me.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot. The dark part of me screaming about how powerful he truly is, how in control he can be.

Druig walks into my dark apartment, flicking on the lamp in the lounge room as I drop my bag and jacket on the dinning table.

“Seriously Y/n, you honestly pick dickheads.”

I chuckle, clicking my tongue. Ignoring him.

“When will you learn?”

“Learn what Druig? If you have a magical solution for me finding the one, then enlighten me.”

Druig runs his hands down his legs, sighing as he looks out of my balcony door, the city lighting up the sky, staying quiet.

“Exactly, do you think I like going out with guys like that? Guy’s that don’t give a fuck about what I like but cannot wait to take me to bed?”

Druig’s jaw clenches again as he runs his hand over his face and through his hair.

“Do you want me to thank you? Thanks for having a pissing contest outside of my apartment, thanks for ordering me a drink and stirring the pot, it really made my night.”

I turn away from him before his voice stops me in my tracks.

“Do you get how fucking hard it is for me? Seeing you waste your time on guy’s like him, guys who only want to get you between the sheets?”

Druig stands, only a few inches away from me.

“You don’t get it do you?”

I cross my arms over my chest, a small amount of fear filling me, is this the moment I’ve been worrying about, the moment Druig decides this is to hard and he walks away.

“What is there to get Druig? You’re jealous because I get to try and find my person and you don’t get to?”

Druig scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at the ground.

I instantly want to take my words back but im so mad at him, how dare he give me shit for trying to replace him, its not fucking easy.

Druig sighs, his eyes locking with mine, “Y/n, I’m in love with you and it fucking sucks seeing you with other guys, guys that aren’t worth your time, so yeah I guess I’m jealous.”

My brain tries to comprehend what Druig just confessed to me. He loves me?

Druig’s eyes search mine, a blank stare present on my face.

“Say something, please.”

I flick my eyes from his to his lips, choosing to show my actions rather than use my words. I close the gap between us, his hands falling to the middle of my back and keeping me close to his chest, my fingers running through his hair.

Our lips fit perfectly against each other, the kiss filled with every emotion, love, eagerness, gentle and urgent.

Druig walks me backwards, my back hitting my bedroom door allowing for the wood to swing open, clearing the small distance to my bed. Our lips pull apart from each other, pulling each other's clothes from our bodies, eager to finally be together.

Druig holds my waist, stepping away from me slightly, truly taking in my appearance as blush fills my cheeks.

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl.” Butterflies take over all of my senses, his lips attaching to mine again as I fall back onto the bed. His knee falls between my thighs, his hand moving from beside my head and running down my body. His fingertips causing goosebumps and shivers to wash over me.

His fingers dance over my thighs, brushing against my dripping pussy. His smile breaks our kiss, our eyes locking together.

“Who made you this wet?”

I smirk, biting my lip as Druig studies my face. His finger presses flat against my throbbing clit, a gasp passing my lips.

“I asked a question.”

Arousal rushes to my core, Druig completely taking over my senses.

“You did.”

Druig hums in response, slowly circling his finger on my clit, his lips attaching to my neck as he licks and sucks my skin, leaving his mark on me. I moan at the feeling, my fingers tugging on his hair. My back arches into his chest as he slips a finger inside of me, pumping in and out with ease, my slick walls welcoming him. Druig adds another finger, curling them inside of me, pressing against my spongy spot.

“Oh fuck.”

Druig moans, kissing down my body, his lips trailing over my breasts. He takes my nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before sucking it, pulling back enough for our eyes to meet as he winks at me. My eyes roll back, a chorus of sighs and moans falling from my lips.

He keeps his pace, his fingers slipping in and out of me.

“Druig, please.”

Druig’s cock brushes against my thigh, twitching at my plea.

“Please.” His dick twitches again as I smirk figuring out he has a begging kink.

“Druig.” He groans, pulling his fingers from me as I whimper at the loss of contact. He sits back on his calves, basking in the image of me under him, begging for his cock.

“Fuck me, please.” Druig sighs deeply, pumping his cock a few times before lining up with my entrance.

“Anything for you baby.”

I smirk at the pet name, my mouth falling open as I gasp, his cock stretching my walls. Druig moans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him, his head tilted back.

I wiggle my hips, silently begging for him to move. He slowly thrusts in and out of me, savouring the feeling of his cock disappearing inside of me.

“Good girl, fuck your pussy is good.” I moan at the praise, his hips rocking into mine. He bends towards me, his body covering me as our lips meet. Soft, gentle and loving kisses in between moans and gasps as his cock massages my walls.

“Faster, please.” Druig moans at my plea, speeding up his pace. Druig moves some of the hair out of my face, our eyes locking together as he smiles.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Tingles rush through me at his words, a smile dances across my face, blush heating up my cheeks.

“I love you.”

Druig’s eyes flutter closed as he continues to thrust in and out of me, his hand moving to my pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

“Holy fuck.” I moan at the added pleasure, my nails digging into his forearm as his lips kiss up and down my neck, whispering praise into my ear.

“Good girl.”

“Take me so well.”

“Feel so good baby.”

I feel my body go hot, my muscles tensing.

“Let go, cum for me Y/n, I’ve got you.”

I moan his name loud, my legs shaking around him, my back arching as my boobs press against his chest.

Druig thrusts into me a few more times, his moans filling the air as he cums inside of me, a warmth shooting through my core.

Druig cups my face in his hands, placing a soft kiss to my lips before laying beside me, pulling me closer to him as I gasp, his cock staying buried inside of me.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile at his words, happy to finally have him as mine.

\\//

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