#things that instinctively make a human react doesnt make him react

[supurman-a]

clark by all means was raised human, but at the end of the day he is an alien. what he does every day in public is second nature mimicry and masking of his true kryptonian nature. he has watched humans as child to an adult to react in ways they would. keep in mind kryptonians are not only a different species, but also millennia more ahead in evolution than humans so his instincts differ than humans, behaviors, etc. while it doesnt exhaust him to act so human since hes been doing it as a child, it does when hes stressed or bothered. when clark becomes more stressed he tends to act more alien than human in privacy. he will float around more than he walks, he doesnt sleep for days, doesnt eat for days, and prefers to be in areas that wont break so easily ( such as his fortress ).

ultimately what im trying to say here is clarks human behavior is mimicry! he is a alien and always will be.

[mammalsofaction]

Here are things I have to keep in mind while writing Heinz and (usually Human) Perry dialogue;

Perry:

-This is a talkative character who is mute

-What this means is that while he doesn't verbally talk, he's VERY VERY expressive. The most "show, not tell" character challenge in all the fandoms ive written for

-Signing is all well and good, but he's also a big gesture guy. If he can send his point across without signing, I should probably do that.

-How Do You Emphasize Words While You Sign????

-If he's writing, keep track of his notebook.

Heinz:

-Rule #1: He's multilingual.

-This translates into a lot of weird stops and emphasis in his sentences, which I figure is his brain translating words from German to English in rapid speeds.

-There's got to be somethings he prefers to call or refer to in his mother tongue.

-Cursing depends on impulse and suitability actually. He has a wide range of knowledge for cussing. Sometimes Fuck and Shit hit harder, so take care.

-Rule #2: He rambles.

-REMEMBER. HE IS THE ONE RAMBLING, NOT YOU. (the writer)

-His rambling is A VERY IMPORTANT VERBAL TICK/TENDENCY. He doesnt like prolonged silences, and he mumbles to himself. Keep him talking.

-However! Do not let him run away with the sentence. That's the surefire way to lose control of the plot. Control the ramble: keep it realistic but also know l how you want the people around him to react!

-HE IS THE ONE RAMBLING, NOT YOU.

When writing dialogue:

-Heinz DOES bounce off of Perry's reactions. He keeps an eye out for it more than you think. Make sure you do too!

-Perry rarely interrupts him, but he DOES make his opinions known.

-When it comes to Heinz, Perry's first instinct is to hit him. It's important to keep in mind they know each other's boundary.

-When Heinz gets jealous, he gets sad and sulky. He gets angry, but the tearful kind, where a partner really just wants you to apologize actually.

-Perry almost never gets REALLY mad at Heinz, even when he's really upset with him. I think because he knows, at the end of the day, Heinz comes back to him.

-Sorry I got distracted. Anyway, oh yeah. Interaction and communication is key! Perry doesn't "just" listen, and Heinz doesn't just talk. Give them equal communication opportunities!

[starsreminisce]

Tell me when you knew,” (Lucien) demanded, his knee pressing into mine. “That Rhysand was your mate. Tell me when you stopped loving Tamlin and started loving him instead.”

I chose not to answer.

“Was it going on before you even left?”

I whipped my head to him, even if I could barely make out his features in the dark. “I never touched Rhysand like that until months later.”

“You kissed Under the Mountain.”

“I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing.”

“And yet this is the male you now love.” HE IS SO REAL FOR ALL OF THIS

Lucien is literally going through the same thing as Feyre did, and it's easy to forget that Feyre had only just accepted the mating bond a few days before she went back to the Spring Court.

Lucien just received confirmation that his mate wasn't the one his father murdered—the one he was so convinced was his mate that he left his court over it. She never was. Feyre spent a significant portion of ACOMAF waiting for her mating bond to snap with Tamlin and didn't believe that her mate was Rhys because she didn't see herself as his equal.

But the hurt and guilt I expected weren’t there. Lucien slowly released his grip. “I need to find her.” “You don’t even know Elain. The mating bond is just a physical reaction overriding your good sense.” “Is that what it did to you and Rhys?”

This exchange too stood out because of what made Feyre finally figured out that she was mated to Rhys:

Because he’d been injured, and I’d gone out of my mind—absolutely insane—when he’d been taken from me, shot out of the sky like a bird. I’d acted on instinct, on a drive to protect him that had come from so deep in me … So deep in me—

Feyre used both skills she developed when she was human (forever iconic using her scent on Rhys's fingers to track him) and shapeshifting from Tamlin despite her reservations to track him down. This mirrors Lucien using his hidden powers to get to Elain.

Sometimes I do wonder if Lucien started getting doubts that Jesminda was his mate and that's why he became ridden with guilt. Perhaps he started having visions or dreams of Elain after UTM, similar to how Rhys did with Feyre before she came over the wall. He also started to pull away from his usual dallying to put a hard stop on Ianthe. The combination of seeing Feyre die and come back to life because of the mating bond might have forced him to face the truth that Jesminda wasn't his mate. Feyre was resurrected due to the bond, while Jesminda was not.

Lucien was well within his rights to question this. Why was he able to react in such a way for someone he never met before but not for the female he loved? The only person who could have helped him process it would have been Feyre, but I don't think Feyre could explain it in a way that Lucien would understand, especially when it's still new to her. We see this when she asked Rhys why Azriel wasn't Elain's mate, seeing Elain and Azriel sitting quietly together, and knowing Lucien isn't someone like that. It's telling that the more she started to understand being someone's mate and being mated to someone, she never brought up Azriel and Elain again, even in her own POV.

As for Lucien, he finally understood when Elain turned to him and he took in her face. Lucien and Elain will always have this pull towards each other, will always have a tug, will always know the other better than anyone else can compare because they have a literal soul-bridge to each other. But it still takes two people to make it work.

The revelation of the mating was always the confirmation of being endgame. It doesnt matter when it was revealed.

Love this quote, thank you for reminding me!

[oikasugayama]

maybe some domestic fluff w/ aku like lazy mornings together? making tea/coffee, cuddling, him not letting you get out of bed🤭 hope you feel better lovely, the laundry detergent is literally foul bruh WHO DOES THAT :(((

I feel like Akutagawa is so soft and sweet in the morning. No one can be all tough and scary right after they wake up, you know??? one of my favorite posts that i think about literally every day is "humans are not meant to wake up and jump straight out of bed, they're meant to stretch and wiggle and hit snooze" and i quite literally live by that

akutagawa is all tired eyes and messy hair, and he's prob just in a black t-shirt and shorts or his underwear or something. he might have sleep lines on his face from where his arm or his pillow was mashed into his cheek for hours.

the sun shining in the room from the open curtains would make him look so soft and fuzzy (in that way the sun kinda blurs your vision sometimes yanno?)

you could probably reach over and play with the ends of his hair really gently or push his hair out of his face and pulls the blankets up over his shoulder to tuck him in a little more, and he probably wouldn't react because even subconsciously he knows he's safe, he knows he's with you. in the past or if he was alone he would jump at any little touch, but on a nice coy soft morning he's still and he sleeps deeply which he doesnt usually do

when he does finally wake up--probably at the feeling of the bed moving as you try to get up sneakily--his arms instinctively reach out for you. the first thing he wants to do in the morning is make sure his love is still there, still safe, still with him, so even before his eyes are open, even before he's processed any noises or movements, even before he's stretched and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and checked what time it is, he's reaching for you.

when he realizes that you're trying to get up he makes an incoherent noise, some type of grumble as he tries to take his voice up, just some sort of noise to let you know that he's displeased. no, don't get up, he's basically saying. stay with me. lay back down.

you usually relent. it's a game, kind of, trying to get up without waking him up. you'd feel accomplished if you could do it, but you'd also miss the feeling of him reaching for you. you've never actually managed to get all the way up without him waking up. the final loss of your weight on the bed always wakes him, and his arms or his hands always manage to find you before you can fully get away.

sometimes you think he's fallen back asleep as you're laying there, wrapped up in his warm arms, waiting for him to open his eyes. he always denies it when you ask, though, the first crackles of his voice tumbling out defensively. "i am awake, if only barely"

"shall i make us some morning tea?"

"five more minutes."

and you always oblige him, always without fail you lay together, him counting seconds off in his head until he has to force himself to let go of this single piece of peace that he gets in his hectic life, and you relishing in being held, in holding, in being warm and loved and calm and good

[box-dwelling]

So i bully Phoenix for being a bottom a lot but I thought I'd do a post of my other NSFW head canons for AA. Maybe I'll add to this as I get through the series

1: FranMaya is Brat/Brat tamer. I don't even know if I think this needs an explanation. I feel like if you have a passing understanding of who both those characters are and what a Brat and brat tamer are you understand where I'm coming from. I also think they're terminally on again off again. Fran doesn't have like as much of the terminal run away instinct her brother does but like, I think she does break up with Maya the second she gets even slightly annoyed at her. Maya doesnt chase her because she thinks she's over reacting but then the next time they see each other they immediately have sex again. Maybe this works out eventually but I think there's a good while where this is the dynamic. And literally no one knows if they're dating, even them. Like sometimes Maya's like, "yeah she's just sulking, we're still together" and Fran is like "Maya Fey was the worst mistake of my life", because she left a burger wrapper on the counter for 0.25 seconds, and other times Maya's like "she's gone for good this time. It's over" and Fran is just "I still love her I just need to show boundaries" where the boundary is the Atlantic ocean. I think they're toxic and have amazing sex and good for them honestly.

2) Maya Fey and Phoenix Wright 1000% talk about and compare the sexual abilities of the Von Karma siblings. They fucking meet up get drunk and bitch about it and I cannot be convinced otherwise. When Fran and Miles find out instead of being violated they instead just go "but I'm better then him/her right?" (Fran is better for reasons I will now expand on.

3) Miles Edgeworth is painfully vanilla in bed. Listen Ace Edgeworth head canoners I love you and I am kissing you on the mouth but

I do not think he is ace, I think the man is just weird. I am certain Miles Edgeworth calls sex intercourse. If Miles Edgeworth were not the most homosexual human being to walk the planet earth the concept of sex that is not PiV for the express purpose of procreation would make the man faint. Despite this he is hopelessly sexually attracted to men and does not know how to handle it. He has either never seen any porn in his life and turns the TV off during sex scenes or does watch the most vanilla gay porn imaginable and treats it as his deepest darkest secret. And let me add, his attraction to men is not the aberration to him, this isn't an internalised homophobia thing, this is just the deepest sexual representation humanly imaginable and he would be equally weird if he had any attraction to women. Hand holding before marriage seems a step too far for him. He calls dating courting. I am fully convinced he would ask Phoenix's parents permission before allowing himself to even look the man in the eye when he realised he had feelings for him. Do I think this would last when Phoenix actually started sleeping with him? No. I think given Phoenix has proven himself to be pretty kinky he would bring it up, Miles would be a very awkward Dom for like one scene and then start to get over himself and realise this is another way he can do his favourite thing in the world, bullying Phoenix. Their sex life picks up a bit after that

[ozfi]

this single scene is so potent it instantly elevates faiz for me. this situation is so good.

the wolf orphenoch reveal is powerful to me because, for one thing, it shows kusaka does not have all the cards in the Faiz Situation. kusaka doesnt know everything and he cannot use this information to his advantage. takumi, despite how she's reacted to kusaka before this, is still a wildcard by withholding information in a way that makes sense to her character and rocks the entire boat of the narrative by recontextualizing everything within it. and from this point on kusaka's control on the information economy is totally fucked.

this hidden aberration proves the rule and strengthens the story because of it- takumi has been an orphenoch longer than every other main orphenoch in the show. has never gone berserk. has never lost to her orphenoch instincts. she only went into that form before this, once, at the reunion, but in that situation she was not the danger either. and even with likely over a decade of evidence, he is someone who cannot trust herself. he does not believe she is not a monster.

yuuji frames being an orphenoch like this: as long as you have the willpower, you can hold onto your humanity. yuuji has done something awful. that's extra why he knows how precious it is that you dont lose to anyone whispering in your ear or any other urges- but these urges are something humans have too. he's also been trying to kill takumis ass the entire show for supposedly killing orphenochs for no reason/at the behest of Smart Brain. but takumi just takes this because she thinks she deserves it.

takumis framing is: i am not actually trying to protect people. i am running from myself. this is exactly the same thing, though. clinging to your humanity is the same thing as denying being an orphenoch. but the thing is that it doesnt matter- it has never mattered what someones reasoning is. what matters is that he is protecting people. and if, by protecting people, he's running from being an orphenoch, thats exactly what yuuji is also doing. (so its "i have to trust myself" vs "i cant trust myself")

this is also the first time that takumi and yuuji have a genuine conversation where they explain things in full and truly understand each other's perspective. and it happened because takumi was honest about himself, for once. yuuji knows that too.

what takumi has been doing the whole show is begging for someone to tell him its okay for him to exist, and even though everything before this said "No." he got right back up and kept going for the sake of other people.

and now that he thinks he absolutely HAS done something horrible as opposed to just being a monster, she is trying to cash in on the assisted suicide he asked yuuji for. but here is yuuji being the first one to see him, not be afraid or judgemental regardless and, with his full chest, say No. You're not a monster. I don't want to kill you. You deserve to exist.

[crudelobotomiser]

Youve got me curious about the appetite vs hunger :-3 i would love to hear more about your thoughts!

PEOPLE ALWAYS FORGET THAT HUNGER IS A FUNDAMENTAL DESIRE!!! WHILE APPETITE IS SOMEONES INSATIABLE CRAVING THAT THEYLL REJOICE IN!!! HUNGER DOEST ALWAYS LEAD TO JOY AND APPETITE DOESNT LEAD INTO ACTION!!!!

Like if someone serves you something you don’t want to eat, but you’re hungry, you can only stomach a little bit until your appetite is lost, your hunger can stay anyway but you feel sick from it!!! Someone can have an appetite for love but never have that driving hunger to search for it, so they can only wait in the sidelines for it. Maybe appetite can ECLIPSE hunger, so you no longer have that driving desire to take but you continue because you’re RELISHING IN IT!!!!

I’m going to lovingly link this to Hannibal because I’m crazy, but when Will says “I don’t have the same appetite as you” when he’s rejecting him in season 3, I think throughout the show it reveals that he does HUNGER for that violence and the thrill of killing someone for the greater good, but after he does it he loses his appetite and he struggles to deal with himself and his hunger, he might want to keep taking deep down, but he isn’t able to (and in my head this also links to their love but I can’t say anything proudly until I rewatch it)

It’s a similar thing for Fight Club too, where the Narrator feels this HUNGER for something else which literally leads into Tyler because he’s someone who has a hunger and an appetite to cause all these horrible things, but when the Narrator is forced to face the consequences of his actions he find himself sick and disturbed by it because he never had that appetite, it was Tyler who had it (blurs a little because of the whole they’re technically a same person but I think it’s flimsy enougb to stand)

I feel like it works as a pretty good love metaphor too for very destructive relationships, like where they both are hungry for each other but they’ve lost their appetite long ago and are simply stomaching all the incompatibilities that show later because they are so hungry for that presence and the comfort that the other person offers (I’m recalling These Violent Delights by Micha Nemerever because I’m literally reading it rn :3)

In my book I’m using it as a power struggle, since Luell has this hunger and appetite for magic and how he thinks it can help people, he relishes in that control and that feeling of empowerment (mild saviour complex hehe), and when they meet, he learns that Atlas (seemingly) has a similar hunger for power, Luell wonders if Atlas will be able to stomach the changes that magic happens onto a person and is later he wants Atlas to still have an appetite for him as a person when Plot Twists are revealed (this is more haphazard because I’m still working through it but I love this analogy so much it eats at my brain and is amazing I love it)

EDIT: I just want to add that I think that having an appetite or lacking one is what makes people human, like a hunger is a need that drives a person, basic animal instinct or whateva but an appetite gives you the ability to reflect, discern, regret, which we as humans are enabled because of evolution basically constructing a society that lets people (in good situations) not be driving by their hunger and more their appetite, but that’s more of a need vs want thing, I think appetite is slightly different because it’s more of an attachment and not a counterpart to hunger, like hunger spells out some sort of inevitability that can lead you to react differently depending on your appetite

[celestialcindy]

Might as well give my thoughts on how I feel about Nesta, since my feed now thinks i love her.

Nesta’s character arch is very interesting, and she is not likable on purpose, i get that. I respect her way more now than I did pre acosf. As a fellow writer her character arch is pretty damn good.

That being said, i still dont like Nesta. I think Rhysand has every right to be pissed off at her for being such a bitter bitch to Feyre all her life. it is literally instinctual for him because that is his mate. These people aren’t human guys, they are Faeries. Fae. Animals. They dont react like humans when it comes to literal instinct. You are in the wrong place if that bothers you lol.

Before acosf, she treated everyone like garbage because what? Because she was traumatized? Everyone in that court has trauma. And yeah, everyone deals with it differently and Nesta wanted to drink and fuck and thats fine. But saying things because you know itll hurt people and make them hate you? Fuck that. Your trauma doesnt give you a pass to treat everyone like garbage. Maybe thats a little bit of my personal life leaking through, but it hits a nerve. And i see this in almost all the characters, but Nesta is by far the worst offender of this and she is painfully aware of what she is doing.

And if you see yourself in Nesta, and you feel seen i fucking love that for you, i find that beautiful that people have said that they see themselves in her. But I cant stand that type of person. Idc what they’ve been through.

[acreaturecalledgreed]

so i dont have names for any of the daemons yet because i hate name daemons so fucking much they come with names when they manifest and theyre always either whimsical nonsense or something incredibly significant and meaningful and its just bark bark bark its hard

anyway

daemon au so far

silco- lemon shark- shes a lot softer than he is in disposition but shes also considerably More aloof and is the kind of daemon that outright does not speak to anyone except her human. part of the reason silco survived the drowning attempt, she panicked and commited That Taboo and bit the shit out of vander’s arm. as mentioned in another post sil is technically a witch as hes had to force his tie with his daemon to stretch over a long distance in order for him to be inland like, at all. he was stuck around the shores for the first couple years after she settled, though.

jinx- mandril- very lighthearted and friendly, seemingly never bothered by anything or treating anything seriously which is alarming when paired with his tendency for extreme violence, and, more alarmingly, he touches human beings other than jinx. jinx seems to see no problem with this. this makes everyone deeply uncomfortable and even silco, who is by far most used to it, reacts with unease. 

vi- tasmanian devil- i was torn on this b/c my first instinct was a badger but theres a kind of homeyness to badgers that i think vi was denied. its likely that had she grown up in happier situations he’d have settled as a badger, or maybe some other stocky, sturdy but soft animal. as it is though, her daemon settled while she was locked in a cell at stillwater. the softness was burned way and a kind of solitary anger built up in its place. vi is still a loving person, but her daemon really shows the isolation she was put through. hes also a mean little cunt.

caitlyn- light mantled albatross- one of the smaller albatrosses, i really just like the symbolism behind them and i think theyre rather sweet and it suits her. theres also a nice, quiet sort of regality to them while also being a seabird and needing that innate toughness. she’s a little more open than caitlyn, which is impressive given cait doesnt exactly hesitate to speak her mind. shows she’s displeased with someone or something by stealing small items and putting them in strange places.

vander- wolfdog- i caved. its the easy answer but it just works, and theres no shame in being straightforward. she’s not very different from him in dispositon; they’re basically personality twins, which belays a sort of openess thats almost impressive. its always unsettling when she suddenly decides to clam up and close off, though. seems to bode bad things to come.

ekko- tree pangolin- went back and forth on this one b/c i know he’s associated with owls but i just don’t like going for the most obvious choice. shes grown into something defensive after his loss of benzo, vander and family. she’s not shut off from being inquisitive, however, and she’s often clamboring all over things to keep an eye out. her scales are multicoloured with various chalks, something she takes great joy in. 

still working on others

[diavolosthots]

May I request the brothers reactions to hearing random demons saying lewd things about mc?

Yes u.u

Warning: light fights and uh... Suggestion of death.

THE BROTHERS reacting to demons saying lewd things about MC

Lucifer:

Listen he really wants to just disintegrate them on the spot, but hes too sophisticated for that. So, instead, he shows up behind you in his demon form, placing a protective hand on your lower back. "Absolutely distasteful. My office. Now." He watches the demons trip on their way to his office, which may or may not have been his fault while checking you over. Once hes sure you're okay, he's going to dispose of some "trash".

Mammon:

Dont worry, Mammon is already there before they have a chance to go too far. Not only is he already in his demon form, but hes pissed. There might not be much to him but you cant deny that the new wall decorations, currently stuck to some antlers over the entrance way, wasn't quite the sight to behold. "Did you see that MC? You never have to worry with me around."

Leviathan:

Hes struggling internally. On one hand, he wants to knock their lights out, be your hero, and have you fawning over him for saving you, on the other hand he doesnt do well with conflict. So he watches. If it does get really bad, he'll drag you away, knowing that they wouldnt mess with the third born. "Let's go MC. They're just a waste of your precious time."

Satan:

Unlike Lucifer, hes not sophisticated and will get into a fist fight with them. He's the Avatar of Wrath for a reason. His normal demon form is suddenly too restraining and he yearns to turn into the beast he really is, but your small human mind couldn't comprehend that. In the end, he did end up uh... Getting rid of some useless wastes of space. He also got scolded by Lucifer for causing a scene but who cares; your safety was more important.

Asmodeus:

He doesnt talk with his fists, but he knows how to scare people off. Well, more like annoy them to death. No one says lewd things to HIS MC unless it him, ne ~ So how about that cute little top we saw the other day? Oh lets get our nails done! Isn't Brad Pitt so hot? Melanie Martinez can wreck me any day. Besides the fact that those uneducated lowlife demons wouldn't understand shit, Asmos talking soon becomes annoying.

Beelzebub:

Beel already has his fists balled up. Disgusting. Distasteful. He'll turn to stand in front of you, shielding you from the blows hes about to pass out. Theres no need for his demon form to show since hes threatening all by himself, but he didn't have control over it this time. It was instinct taking over and every fiber in his being told him to protect you. "Touch them and you wished you would've stayed in the pit you crawled out of."

Belphegor:

On the off chance that hes actually around to witness it, hes much like Levi at first; watchful. If it visibly makes you uncomfortable or their comments go a little too far, hes quick to step in. But he doesnt talk with his fists either, instead he spits venom. No one gets to insult you in such a low way and get away with it, "they really wasted atoms making your disgusting beings."

[curious-menace]

How would the Gotham Rogues react on meeting a super cute hero s/o?

Rogues x cute super hero s/o

penguin

it kinda depends on how you meet.  if you just kinda bump into one another, i think is first instinct, as with most things, is to flirt. he loves cute people and loves seeing people blush. he doesn't feel like he’s in danger since you are so cute and all. he’ll probably underestimate you and if you want, you can use that to your advantage to beat him. or you can flirt back.

thats also an option. 

Harvey

again, it depends on how you meet or what you're doing when he first sets eyes on you. if youre his type harvey might get a little flustered. he might stammer a little and hesitate before calling his goons because he wants to look at you for a few more seconds before everything goes to shit. twoface is similar but more in a “oh gee i hope this doesnt awaken anything in me” kinda way.

spoiler alert: it did. 

ivy

ive is not a particularly mothering person, not to humans at least. but with you? god she just wants to baby you so much. you're so cute why are you out fighting crime and not sitting on her lap while she plays with your hair??? if shes able to control your mind she absolutely will do that but if not shes just going to flirt with you constantly until you give in. 

Scarecrow

ohh hes going to enjoy scaring such a cute little thing. imagine his disappointment when he finds you don't scare easily. he thought this was going to be like the big bad wolf torturing a little bunny but its more like the other way around. can you stop staring at him with those adorable eyes? you're making him feel ...things. emotions and shit and he’s not happy about it. god hes such a sucker for the puppy dog eyes too.

Riddler

oh you are just ADORABLE! How on earth can he take you seriously when you’re this cute?! he doesn't even have it in his heart to put you in a death trap...well maybe just once, to see if you are as smart as you are cute. he wont let you get hurt, don't worry. its just an excuse for him to watch you get all indignant, he just LOVES the little look on your face when you're mad. 

Harley

harley loves cute things and you are no exception. i think the biggest danger you're in from harley is getting a concussion when she rugby tackles you into a hug and nuzzle or when she kidnaps you to put on her shelf. don't worry, she’ll take very good care of you as long as you let her play dress up. 

there you go winter, took me a while to get round to this one what with the illness and lack of motivation so i hope this is acceptable 

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm!

[gureishi]

OkAY SO HELLO AGAIN

my cat Tiko is EXTREMELY VOCAL to the point where he gets on my nerves almost every day. HES MEOWUNG HIS HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW LIKE BRO WTH I JUST GAVE YOU SOME ATTENTION

my mom's better at handling him than i am. im just way too easily irritated. AND LIKE he doesnt just!!! come over to me or my mom for attention! like bro you can just chill on my lap u know and i'll give u attention buT NOPE.

jdvdhsj okay sorry that turned into a mini rant

anyways sometimes i snap at him or even slam on the table (to make noise) to get him to be quiet (thats like, when im in school or trying to focus on hw, art, or writing -- or otherwise not in a position to get up and give him attention). doesnt always work lol... but i just get so frustrated. and i always feel bad but i honestly cant help it; i have a bit of a short fuse, at least when it comes to irritation (rather than anger). occasionally i pretend to through like, an eraser at him, but thats not as common.

so i guess im just wondering how saeyoung would react in those cases? especially the first ones. and i suppose this could get a lil angsty... i only say that because i can feel rn that i would probably feel so guilty for behaving that way in front of someone other than my mom.

it also has to do with that "getting stuck" thing. its hard to actually get up and move sometimes. AND IM ALSO A HUMAN WHO HAS THINgs to do and i cant always entertain Tiko just because he's bored or thinks something is wrong just because we've been sitting in one place for more than 2 hours and appearing to not do anything... smh

msvdjsbsj gosh this is probably so weird and specific lolol sorry 😅 but it is an almost daily thing for me.

and gosh this whole thing probably makes me sound like a monster 😭😭 if it means anything, i would never actually hurt him :(( and i never have in the 10 years we've had him. i just get frustrated so easily and his meow is very loud and sorta high pitched and piercing and persistent... sighh

[417]

You certainly do not sound like a monster! As I’ve told you, we are constantly whining at the dog because he is so very loud (and yes, we should train him better, and we’ve tried, but he is also anxious and my street is very chaotic 😭)

So anyway: I very much get it ❤️❤️❤️

Hmmmmmm what to call this...?

Saeyoung with an MC who gets annoyed at her loud cat

Everyone knows Saeyoung loves cats. What you also know, of course—and what he sometimes forgets—is that he doesn’t actually know anything about cats.

He is startled by the meowing, at first. He is fascinated with your cats: he thinks they are beautiful and charming and adorable and perfect in every way (much like you). He didn’t really expect them to be loud, though. 

His first instinct, of course, is to meow back. He has endless energy to play with the cats—after all, he hasn’t grown up with them, and he only sees the things that are exciting. And of course, they will end up in a long conversation, Saeyoung and the cat. Lots of meowing. Very vivacious meowing.

And look, if you’re in the right headspace for it, it’s pretty cute. He really just wants the cats to understand him. He wants to be their friends. (He wants to make sure he has their blessing to be with you, but that’s another story altogether.)

But if you’re not in the right headspace—you’re working, or writing, or drawing, and need some peace and quiet—it’s not so cute anymore.

It’s automatic: the cat meows, and you snap in response. You’re frustrated; you’re trying to focus, and the incessant noise pushes you over the edge.

And that startles Saeyoung, too. He’s never heard you snap like that before.

Immediately, you feel terrible—you’re hit with a huge wave of guilt. And it is double guilt, because he is here, and you love him, and you don’t want him to think badly of you. 

And you love your cat, of course. You didn’t mean to snap the way you did; you don’t want this beloved boy to think you are a horrible, cat-hating monster.

A moment ago, you rose out of your seat. Now, you sit back down slowly. You don’t really want to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” you mutter. Your face feels hot. “I didn’t mean...”

He doesn’t say anything right away, and you can feel his eyes on you. You feel like you might cry. Oh, you think—he hates you now.

And the cat is meowing again, because of course he is.

“Hey.” Suddenly, Saeyoung is in front of you. He’s jumped up onto the table and pushed your work to the side—he’s peering down, trying to look in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You put your face in your hands so you don’t have to look at him. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that,” you say into your hands. “Don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Gentle, rough fingers on your face—and he’s tilted your chin up so you can’t help but look him in the eye. Ah, and for a moment you are lost there, as you so often are: his gaze is soft, and bright, and intense—once you are looking, it is impossible to look away.

“It was loud,” he says. “I get it. But why are you...?”

He cups your cheeks in both hands. And he probably shouldn’t be sitting on the table, but—but—his hands are warm and he is looking down at you with such deep affection in his eyes. 

“I got frustrated,” you tell him. “But I didn’t want to—I shouldn’t—act that way in front of you.”

His eyes widen. You didn’t expect him to be surprised, but he is—and he is blushing, which seems strange.

“You were trying to—?” He shakes his head, like he doesn’t quite understand. “Okay. Here’s what you have to know.”

He is still holding your face. And this is fine—you could feel his hands on your cheeks forever and it wouldn’t be enough.

“I love you,” he says firmly. “You...know that part, right?”

You laugh—perhaps a little wetly. You do know.

“My love is not conditional,” he continues. You take a shaky breath. “I love you when you’re happy and energetic. I love you when you’re working hard and focusing. I love you when you’re sad and need comfort. I love you when you’re irritated, or frustrated, or angry,” he says.

It is a flood of words, and they wash over you like a rushing river. Your heart is racing.

“You don’t have to act any way around me,” he tells you. “That’s part of the deal.”

The cat is meowing again, but you hardly hear him. Absently, you reach over and pet him. Saeyoung grins.

“And you love your cats,” he adds. “And I know you’d never hurt them just because you’re upset.”

You nod. It’s true. You wouldn’t.

“C’mere?” he asks. He holds out his arms and—oh, he is still sitting on the table, but—you stand, falling into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps both his arms around you and squeezes you tight.

“You know the same goes for you, right?” you mumble, your voice muffled by his t-shirt. He giggles at the way you sound and presses his lips to the very top of your head.

“No matter what?” he asks. 

“Of course.”

He meows.

Oh, and he is meowing at the cat again: back and forth, as if they are chatting about the weather.

“Saeyoung!” 

You pull back and he smiles apologetically. “Still love me?”

You roll your eyes. You pet the cat. You pet his head.

You do: of course you do. Unconditionally.

[fagwolf-archive]

benrey and gman species headcanons!!!!

so i was thinking about benreys abilities and as i wrote out headcanons i decided u know what. i think benrey and gman are the same species. so here are some thoughts about their species:

- massive eldritch horrorterrory creatures, literally incomprehensible to the human brain. youd probably die if you saw their true forms, your brain would just overload and shut down

- so to exist in the science teams universe, they make themselves appear humanlike juzt so they dont accidentally kill people. also just for practicalities sake - way easier to walk through a door if youre human sized hsjfkhsdjk

- ofc they only LOOK human - theyre still all fucked up and monstery and can shapeshift. gman is older than benrey and has pretty much full control at all times over his form, benrey meanwhile struggles a bit to maintain it and forgets stuff about humans - like that their limbs dont bend that way, or their heads cant turn 180 degrees, or that they only have one row of teeth

- they are a mainly Predator Species and so a lot of their biology fits this!!!:

- bioluminescent eyes act as lure like anglerfish - and also sweet voice! ill go a bit more into sweetvoice in a moment but in hunting context, its used as pretty, hypnotic lure for prey and also to calm prey and induce docility and prevent fighting back (benrey doesnt rlly hunt so he just uses it to calm down gordon when he thinks hes too mad)

- benrey in particular’s “huh? whuh?” thing is cause natural predator instinct to hyperfocus on one thing coupled with Neurodivergency means he finds it really difficult to switch conversation topics or pay attention to multiple things at once.

- i thought a lot about communication as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

- their species has 3 basic forms of communication, or at least those are the 3 ive thought about:

- 1 is nonverbal - thats a LOT of their communication. body language, certain types of blinking or finger movement etc communicates tons. just like a species like a cat or rabbit.

- 2 is how they talk to their young. again, like cats, eldritches have a reserved form of communication (like meowing) for their babies. this is telepathy - they use it to talk directly and comfortingly to their kids and to immediately figure out what they need. this has also evolved into how they talk to humans - like cats meow at humans cause they see them as big babies.

- and eldritches dont actually speak english, they telepathically convert their language to whatever the humans mother tongue is, projecting the language straight into their head. annoying comparison, but like the tardis’ telepathic field in dr who.

- added onto this, this is why benreys english gets worse when hes emotional. e.g: “im a great cool, so now i gonna be bad”. he struggles more to keep up the telepathy when hes upset or ecstatic, so his english sounds more distorted.

- and ALSO benrey forgets as well that humans cant communicate telepathically. hell respond to something someone thought or read their emotions and react accordingly/get them what they need and he’ll be SO confused when theyre like “wtf how did you do that”

- 3 is SWEETVOICE!!! this is a big part of all assets of their language - its a simple ingrained way to communicate simple emotions and greetings etc, like “nice to meet you” “i like you” “i am feeling angry, dont talk to me” etc.

- gman doesnt use it as much because its generally considered a more simplistic and childish way to talk, as its the first way children learn to communicate outside of telepathy to express their basic emotions. benrey uses it a lot because he Likes It!!!!!!!! it easily expresses what hes trying to say.

- this is also why tommy knows how to read sweetvoice - personally i believe hez human and was adopted by gman but gman still taught him how to read sweetvoice. as hes adopted he cant do it himself, but hes the one who understands benreys communication the best cause he was raised by an eldritch

- the skeletons!! eldritches can create entities to assist them, theyre not living creatures they only exist while the species wants them to. benreys are the skeletons - they help him in the final battle and everything.

- benreys also a younger, weaker eldritch than gman is, and uses his skeletons in a slightly different way. the skeleton that asks gordon for his passport isnt ACTUALLY benrey, its an entity benrey has created while hes temporarily dead to project himself out of while his actual form is rebuilding itself in Limbo.

- i believe the whole thing gman was saying about benrey needing to be contained and everything after he was “killed” is just cause hes an abnormally immature/emotional eldritch, and is pretty outcasted and chaotic as far as things go. like usually these creatures are out being Space Diplomats or apex predators or smth meanwhile benrey just likes Being Around Humans And Playing Video Games :] hes looked down upon a bit

[aliaslua]

Ok about those "living with bodyguard turtles" hc, how would the boys react if the human they're protecting (now their best friend, mind you) had feelings for them? Like the human doesnt tell them but it's kind of obvious, theyre pretty bad at hiding it?

omg this is my first request

I received this ask at the exact moment that I submitted my last assignment, so I'd just officially started my college break ... The perfect way to start my rest *chef's kiss*. Thank you so much for the suggestion! <3 I was craving some angst. I hope you enjoy! it’s also kinda long LOL I was trully excited

you can read the first part here

Leonardo

It happened one day while he was helping you in training. The whole family was already used to your presence, you and Leo trained together every day and he loved it. He thought it was really cool to keep up with your performance and he was so proud of your increasing dedication and persistence, even on the days when the training was hard.

On that specific day he had decided to give you a break, since the training the day before had been heavy. Everything seemed absolutely normal until the moment when he needed to help you with a yoga posture and although you barely started the exercises, he realized that your heart was beating fast, very fast. Strange, he thought, but when he looked at your face and realized that you blushed, he also became overly aware of his own hands on your waist and how close your faces were. Suddenly, you broke contact with his eyes and walked away abruptly. "I'm not feeling well" you said "Maybe tomorrow."

Leonardo stood in the training room with a huge question mark in his face. Were you… nervous? During training? Why? You had been training together for months and it wasn't the first time that you needed support for a posture and…

The next few days are like a nightmare. Suddenly you decide that you prefer to train alone. Then you make up an absurd excuse for not watching the movie on wednesday. You don't talk to him, you don't train together, it's almost like you disappeared from his life. It's too much. One day during breakfast he asks you a direct question, but you simply decline the invitation while still avoiding looking at him. A horrible silence is in the air when you leave the kitchen without even finishing your breakfast.

"What did I do?" Leo asks, clearly hurt. His brothers look at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" Donnie asks. "What?" That's all the oldest brother can answer. "She's into you, moron." Raph responds, clearly irritated.

The realization runs through him like an electric current. Is that why you are avoiding him? What it means "you are into him"? Like… Are you in love? You? No way. You were his pupil! The first student he had, more like a life partner, a housemate. He never thought that someone like you could ... Him? It's too much for him. He needed to sit down.

"It looks like your intuition isn't that good huh, your stallion!" Mikey jokes.

The next are sleepless nights. Suddenly everything makes sense. How you smiled when he brushed your hair off your face, how you asked him to stay by your side when you couldn't sleep, how you insisted that the training should be longer, he always had interpreted all that as a sign of friendship, but now he felt completely naive. And to think that you could feel like that for someone like him ... It changed everything. What did that mean? He missed you. Missed you a lot. Seeing you so distant made him suffer in a way that only seemed logical now that he realized that perhaps his own feelings were the same. His head is spinning. Perhaps…. Maybe you could...

No. Absolutely not. The mission was clear. He had a single duty, to protect you. And he was going to complete the mission even if you spent the rest of your time together without looking at him again, no matter how much it hurt. Nothing was going to stop him from keeping you safe, not even his own feelings.

Raphael

It happened that morning while he was working out. You had just read “Emma” and it was the last book by Jane Austen that was missing for you to complete the bibliography. You sighed at the romantic ending but he hit the punching bag with an overly aggressive stance.

"We have to stop reading that shit." He said, suddenly. "Why?" You asked, surprised "I thought you liked it." "I like it. It's just ... it's kind of depressing for me." "What do you mean?" He stopped punching. Still with his back to you, you could see him adjusting his hand-bands. "Ah, come on, Shorty ... You know that none of this will ever happen to me." He threw a punch that made you jump "It hurts ... to know what it could be." "What do you mean, it's never gonna happen to you?" You asked honestly. He could hear in your voice that you were incredulous. "Cut the crap, Y / N." He turned, annoyed. "Look at me!" "I AM looking." you said, standing up "All I see is a caring, kind, gentle man and the day you fall in love with someone I know that you will be the most loving and dedicated partner and that person will be the luckiest in the world." You closed your mouth as if you had just said cursed words. Across the room, Raphael was stiff and speechless. Suddenly, the Lair' alarm went off. He went to join the brothers in silence, an emergency demanded his attention.

That night, Raph didn't come back home. He spent the night sitting on the edge of a building looking out over the city, mesmerized by your words.

It may be hard to believe, but Raphael is always very aware of his own emotions. That's why he is always so angry, that's why he cannot contain the urge to fight. He feels everything deeply. You didn't have to say anything else. It was as clear as day for him. He knew that was an unplanned declaration of love, he knew you were trying to hide it and you couldn't, and he knew it was too late now. He also knew he felt the same way. And he knew you could never be what his heart desired.

In his deepest fantasies, Raph would return home, lift you up around the waist and swear eternal love, just like in the books. And he would be yours, from then on and forever and you would never be alone, afraid or sad again. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything to make you the happiest person in the world.

But he also knew that it would never be possible with a man like him. He, who couldn't give you a decent home, the wedding you deserved, couldn't give you a family... - Fuck - He couldn't even meet your family. You would be forever unhappy, stuck with a monstrous and impetuous man and for that reason, he needed to work out the kindest way to reject your affection, knowing that it would be the most difficult thing he would have to do in life.

Donatello

Donnie wasn't prone to false modesty. He knew without a doubt that he had a deductive ability beyond average and he knew that he had enough knowledge to always reach the most likely conclusions. Why, then, could he not get it out of his head that you felt something for him that wasn't limited to a mere friendship?

He was working in the lab and couldn't stop thinking about all the obvious signs. Once again he redid the list of symptoms in his head: You had stopped reading alone in your private room they had built for you and now whenever you could, read by his side while he worked on the computer. Okay, nothing suspicious, a friendly, normal, expected gesture. But then there was that day when he stopped typing for a second and when he looked at you, you were staring at him. Clearly! He even saw it when you turned your face back to your book, in a pathetic attempt to pretend you weren't completely absorbed in watching him. That was strange. Okay, okay. Just one more event, it didn't indicate anything. So there was that night when everyone was watching a horror movie and you hugged his arm after a jumpscare, you guys stared at each other for a few seconds and he thought he saw you... blushing? Not to mention that now during your weekly debate sessions you seemed very giggly, very self-conscious, maybe even shy ... You had started to avoid direct eye contact with him and he realized with disbelief when your body language indicated attraction. Yes, yes ... He had ignored it the first few times but the way you smiled, the way you tilted your neck, how you approached him... Was he going crazy ???

Two hypotheses floated in his mind. The firs: he was going crazy, hallucinating and that was why he was seeing things and all the obvious signs that you were… interested in him were just the crazy dream of an unbalanced man. Or ... Well, or you really had developed a real and palpable romantic desire and you were so caught up in that urge that you couldn't hide it.

He narrowed his eyes again. No, no. Certainly not. You? No way. It didn't make sense from an instinctive and evolutionary point of view (why would you have that urge? You weren't even of the same species) and from a subjective, spiritual point of view, well ... Why would you like someone like him? You were beautiful, intelligent, clearly had an exceptional capacity for conversation and aside from that brief moment in your life, when you would finally have your freedom back, surely you would have no difficulty in finding a partner being such a wonderful, kind person, loving and…

He was no longer paying any attention to the viral sample he had placed under the microscope. He felt his own heart sink. If you really liked him then ... So does that mean ... That he had a chance? That he no longer needed to hide his intentions, his desires? That he could finally confess and that you would say ...

Someone knocked on the door. It was you. Sleepy and in pajamas, you still looked wonderful. "Donnie, can I sleep here?" "Of course, dear."

You smiled slightly, your eyes still half closed with sleep. He saw you lying on the couch, you fell asleep right away. He continued to look at you, so peaceful and impassive... He came to the only possible conclusion: It could never happen. You deserve affection, security, stability. A peaceful life with someone who cared for you, not someone who constantly put you at risk ... Someone who wasn't like him. Donatello looked away from your face, thinking it might lessen the pain. He knew that, in that case, the most rational option was to pretend that he had never deducted anything.

Michelangelo

"So... What are you going to do?" Leonardo asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been established between the brothers. On the other side of the lair, you were sleeping.

"I do not know!" Mikey almost screamed before he remembered that you couldn't wake up, no way "That's why I'm asking!"

“Well… she clearly likes you. We all agree." Donnie concluded. "Yes" Leonardo shook his head. "Yeah ..." Raphael was staring at the brothers. "... And if you break her heart we'll all beat you up."

They all laughed, except Mikey. That was precisely the problem.

"It's not funny ..." The youngest of the brothers said, sitting on the kitchen table chair. Everyone understood that this was a serious situation when Michelangelo rested his head in his hands and again plunged into meditative silence.

He would never forget the day you sat with him on the couch and asked him to ...Chill a little. Never. Not because he was hurt, no ... You had been kind and caring and he had been very happy to know that you felt comfortable opening up to him that way. And if there was one thing he didn't want to be, it was overwhelming. So he did what you asked, he stopped flirting, stopped talking nonstop, stopped with intrusive questions ... And everything seemed perfect!

You were the best friend he could have. You laughed at his jokes, went out with him to tag abandoned cars, you ate pizza on the roof, played pranks on your brothers. Everything was great! You were everything to him and he knew that he felt much more than brotherly love for you. He always knew. But he had made a promise, he had promised that he would no longer crush you with his feelings ...

But things started to escalate. You started sharing intimate secrets, sharing dreams. During movie nights you laid on his shoulder and every day you cooked something new and brought it to him while he was playing video games. One day - that damn day - Raphael teased you and said “My my, what a beautiful couple” and Michelangelo almost had a heart attack when instead of emphatically replying that you weren't a couple or anything like that you just… Smiled and looked away. WHAT? WHAT KIND OF REACTION IS THAT? Mikey still remembered the unbearable heat he felt on his face that day when you just SMILED when you heard someone suggest you were his.

Since then, he only thought about one thing: "How can I reject her?"

The sadness in everyone's eyes was clear.

"Maybe you guys deserve a chance, Mikey." Leo suggested.

"But how?? Tell me, Leonardo, for God's sake, how am I going to make that woman happy? Huh! I have NOTHING to give. Nothing to add, to offer! I… I am literally a sewer monster… It will be a matter of time before she regrets, and how would I move on afterwards? ... "

"Mikey… ” Raphael started to speak, but was interrupted by his brother:

“You know what… You are right. It's time to grow up. This is a stupid dream. And it will never come true… ”

A gentle reminder that English is not my first language so if you see any grotesque grammatical errors, please let me know! <3 Thank you for reading

[ifandomalot]

This is Love. (1/3)

Summary: Steve is captured by hydra, they use you as a toy for him. A sick game they play. He can't help but notice how much you hate touch, or any kind of human interaction. When his team rescues him, he takes you with him and shows you what love is.

Warnings: unexpected pregnancy eventuality, kidnapping, blood, and unwanted sex by both parties? But it doesn't go to much into detail. But i dont know how to categorize it. This is dark but soft. Also my grammar mistakes.

Part 2 / Part 3 (coming soon)

Steve doesn't remember much, the aching pain against the roundest part of his skull was the only thought manageable. Shaky fingers running over the clumps of blood that matted his hair, stables fusing the gash closed. His eyes take in the room around him, no windows, the only light is small lamp that illuminates the small corner of the room by the bed he currently say up on. The walls are a dull gray, the floor matching, the cement seemed as it ran for miles. A door is on the far right, heavy duty, not even a super solider could break it down.

His tact suit is gone, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants clad his body, no shoes just a tall pair of socks that bundle against ankles. The throbbing inside his skull seems like the worst of his worries as his eyes scan the room, no way out. The small camera in the corner follows his every move. "Whoever you are, you've made a mistake."

Thick arms across against his swollen chest in dominace, trying to assert some kind of fear into the situation. It's no use, no one is there or obviously cares enough to call a bluff. A small stack of books are next to the sink, fingers run down the ridged brindle of the book, noticing the german writing. Hydra.

Steve's face moves in frustration, body growing taller as he realizes the situation, hydra had finally managed to do it, they got him. A small growl rumbles deep inside the roughness of his chest, fist meeting the cement wall in anger, the blood didn't bother him, the pain non existent. He steps over the crumbled pieces of the wall before looking right into the camera. "If you think I'll stay here peacefully, you're mistaken. I will punch my way out of here."

His feet start towards the carving he made in the wall but peeks his head towards the door listening to the gliding of locks. He stands tall, expecting someone to send in some poor bastard that was meant to tell him to behave but would only meet death in the hands of him.

Much to his surprise, a female thrown into the room, falling next to his feet. Adrenline was too high, he couldn't think straight. His body telling him this was a trick but mind realizing how similarly dressed they were.She was here as a prisoner too.

"Are you okay?" Steve's voice is rough, making you flinch but scatter away from him as his hands reached out to help you up.

An unsettling feeling is ripped deep inside his stomach, bubbling red hot as he notices the darkness behind your eyes. Nothing was there, a shell of a human. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Avoiding eye contact at all cost, you pull your knees to your chest, head resting against the hard shell of knees. What did they do to this girl?

Steve's eyes run over the soft features, skin with no wrinkles, big doe eyes avoiding him. Cheeks so lively, warm with color and lips that just resembled youth. Hair was beautifully knotless, curtaining past your shoulders, small shoulders that formed into the valley of your breast, no older than 23.

He decides to keep his distance, but drops to his knees to size you. Hoping that with being eye level would make himself look less scary, dominating even. "What's your name?"

When she doesnt answer he sighs, "I'm Steve."

Before he gets a chance to speak again, a loud crackling echos the room, source the camera. "Do you like her steve? She's yours."

"Mine? What?" Eyes don't leave you, he doesn't speak for the camera, more like asking himself.

"We want to be friends with you Steve. Give us your blood and you can do whatever you want with her."

He notices how fast your chest begins to move, a small choked sound constricting from your throat. The voice the reason for the anxiousness, scaring you.

"Stop talking." Steve hisses, "i will never give you my blood and you're scaring her."

"Have it your way then." All of a sudden the small light is gone, the room is completely black, the clicking of the locks telling him someone is coming. The door hit the wall with a large thump, he swore it shook the room, he stands arms reaching out trying to get a hold of something, if something was there. A large arm reaches around his neck, before he could even react the sharp pain of a needle in his neck has him out cold.

The second time waking up was easier, his body still in full fight mode as he jumped up, trying to locate the danger. Quickly realizing it was gone, and he was alone once again. The days started to form into a week, he's given no food, forced to drink water from the leaking sink in the block room - it drives him crazy, drip, drip, drip. Stomach painfully twisting as a tray is slid from under the door- a small piece of bread, what looked like chicken broth and a banana, better then nothing at all. His mouth salivates at the salty smell of the warm soup filling his nose, almost dizzy from the lack of food. It must be his lucky day, a few hours later lunch is there too. A sandwich with an apple, they even have him a cup to drink his sink water out of.

Dinner isn't existent, but for once this whole week he is not weak, stomach not painfully squeezing inside of him. Hes not full, but satisfied. The echoing of foot steps followed by the shuffling of a shadow behind the door thinking its a late dinner but the locks unhinge, the woman revealed, two large men standing behind you as you walked in.

Steve eyes meet your face as the door is closed, your eyes avoid him at all costs. Hair perfectly flowly, features even softer than before, might even say a sight for sore eyes that have been staring at half understandable words on a page and cement walls. Except for once small detail, a countless amount of bruising ranging from small to big across your arms, most likely from the men roughing you up, grabbing harshly at the small girl.

"Hey are you okay?" He is surprised by the small squeak of a yes as you finally talk. "Why are you here?"

"I, ugh - don't know." Shakily you cross arms across the swells of your breast, a surivial instinct, protecting most vital organs. Steve chooses to ignore it, "what's your name?"

"Y/N." Its softly spoken, but a name that fits you very well. The soft patter of drops against the sink, the only sound filling the room as you finally meet his eyes. Beautiful ocean waves, big blue skies being the only words that come to mind. His features are hard bit form a devilishly handsome man, but eyes so soft reminding you of the beautiful things in life.

"Did they feed you? I have an apple left from earlier." The large red apple looks so small in his gigantic hand. You shake your head, "No, I'm okay."

"You can sit down. Do you know where we are?"

"No, I'm okay." The honest truth is men scared you, especially the largely built one who stood with so much strength that you backed away from him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like them."

"I just don't want you by me."

Steve nods in understanding, forehead creasing i though as his tongue runs over his lips as he looks around the room. "You can sit on the bed, I'm going to go over here."

Steve points to the opposite corner of the room, "I'm going to move now, you don't have to be scared." You want to thank him for the warning but bite your tongue and nod, making sure he reaches the other side of the room before routing yourself to the pathetic excuse of the bed.

"I see you're getting along." The voice rings from the camera as Steve's eyes squint in annoyance. He decides not to play in, his gaze burns against your skin. It wasn't in a way that was uncomfortable, but he wanted to test you, ask you questions you wouldn't answer.

"She's a gift for you steve, aren't you lonely? we want to be your friends." Steve scoffs, "last time i checked, friends don't lock each other in prisons."

"You can do whatever you want with her." The voice darkenly is suggestive with unlawful thoughts, a concept as dark as that doesn't even register in his mind.

"What does that even mean?"

"We want you to take her." Steve's forehead creases in confusion, fingers stretching lines across his forehead, but when met with the horrified look on your face realization hits him like a ton of bricks, crushing his chest. Stomach clenching as he feels sick, was this normal for you to do?

The captures realized Steve wasn't going to just give up his blood, he also wouldn't take what they gifted him. Steve Rogers was a man of a moral code, the best kind of man mixed with a gentleman, that would never hurt a lady but wouldn't ever allow one to die because of his hand either. "If you don't fuck her, we will kill her."

They will strip away every part that is good of him, take away every moral and goodness this man has, starting with taking away the fact that he has a choice on who he sleeps with. Steve's ocean blues meet yours in panic, chest tight, he couldn't breath at the suggestion.

"No."

"She will die, and it will be because of you. You could've saved her Steve." This isn't right, the giant pit in his stomach screaming in horror as the words leave your mouth, "it's okay steve."

Your welcoming this, accepting it is survival but he isn't standing for it. His eyes water, he feels sick, taking away the one sense of security you posses, your choice and willing accepting that is gone. "No. I am not doing that."

"You're doing to let me die?" No, he wasn't going to that either. "They're not lying, they will slit my throat the moment I walk out of here."

"You can't even look in my eyes let alone do this!" Feelings getting the best of him as the wall crumbles underneath his power, bloody knuckles spreading the redness across his face as he rubs it stressfully.

"You have 30 seconds Steven." The voice warns, threatening is more like it.

"It's okay, i know you won't hurt me." Your soft voice is what makes him really choke up, an angel that didnt deserve this. Steve's weight is on top of you, his hand pressed against the matress supporting most of it. A hand so shaky he can't even pull at the strings of your sweats so instead you pull them down revealing what should be your choice to him.

"I am so sorry." It was a choked sob filled with so much sadness, a gruff from the chest that made even your heart break for him right now. He closes his eyes, preventing the tears from falling but in a forced moment like this, couldn't find himself to find excitment, but the fact that this was going to be life or death out weighed his feelings.

It was a small kiss, a peck barely there against his clothed shoulder made him gasp, not expecting the comfort in this moment. You of all people, comforting him, a sobbing mess of a man while your innocence he was taking unwillingly. The wetness of his tears meeting your cheeks, sliding down as he pushes into you and with that his heart breaking.

It continued for days, over and over again they make him get to know every part of your body, he begs them to stop, you tell him its okay, that this is how it has to be, but he can't take it. Sleeping soundly he watches you, peacefully in a peaceful world unlike this one. You don't care much for his touch, but sleep is the one place you don't scower from it. Its hard not to be close, the twin matress making it nearly impossible to not touch. The dark blush of the bruising is starting to fade, hand softly rubbing over the skin as you breath heavily. Chest is moving with every breath, lips slightly parted, beautiful.

Warm against him, he is glad you can sleep. It's been days since he has, guilt eating him alive, which is exactly what they want. They will continue to make him disgrace you until he breaks and allows them to give him the blood, and willingly participates in their experiments. The loud sound of cement crumbling following loud booms makes him clutch you close to his chest, back facing the door to protect you at all costs. Your awake now, breathing heavily into the chest as the sound of bullets ripple from outside of the door he coos. "Its okay, its okay. I'll protect you."

Nothing else is said as the fight outside continues until it stops, you look up at him, looking for answers until eyes widen in fear as the locks of the door sound. They were coming back for you. Steve turns, pushing you behind him as he stands tall, a man ready to fight.

"Buck?" It's just above a whisper as a tall man, almost as big as him stands. A metal arm, long black hair that reaches his shoulders.

"Steve we got to go." The girl is only noticeable when he reaches around to grab your hand, Bucky notices the messy hair, dried lips and the dark bruising against your arms. "She's coming with us."

The sunlight hurts, you cover your eyes quickly as you almost stumble to your knees trying to keep up with the two large men as bullets wiz past. Steve's arms are lifting you by the waist, nudging you to get back up. The quinjet sits only feet away, a tall, dark man yelling incoherent sounds over the swooshing of the blades in the air. In seconds the metal of the floor is cold against bare feet, door closing, it was safe.

Taking a deep breath your eyes running over the tower of Steve as the jet takes off. Bucky can't help but notice the shortening of breath from the small girl, coldness of the metal arm making you jump away in shock, "are you okay?"

"n-no!"

"Buck, buck, don't." Steve reaches for him, taking the artificial touch from her. "She doesn't like being touched. "

You feel trapped in here, three large men making it suffocating in this tiny box, that some how seemed even more freeing than the one you've grown so used to despite being high in the clouds.

"Breathe sweetheart." Steve coos, sinking down to your size, arms reaching out but not quite touching. "Its just me, my touch is good."

His touch is filled with unwanting pleasure, a reminder of what was taken away from you but also a certain gentleness that made you feel safe and secure. You don't let him touch you but nod at his words, following the rythm of his breathing from the pattern of his chest.

"What the fuck happened there?" Bucky wanted to say what the fuck is wrong with you but noticed how uncomfortable you already were.

"I just need to sit down." Steve looked broken as well as he sat finally, still feet away from you. Hands rubbing over his face, as a small cry feel from his lips. Any other time being captured by enemy lines wouldn't even affect him, but he didn't feel like the same man, he was a disgusting excuse of one that fell victim to them, they might have not gotten his blood but did strip the one piece of him he held dearly: his moral code.

Bucky chest squeezes as his best friends sorrow, hand meeting his back, rubbing soft circles of comfort. You watch every second of it, this was bound to happen, you saw the change every time he was forced to touch you, the breaking away of his head, of what he stood for but most of wishing you could accept touch like that, comfort, but any man that touched you only brought pain, physically and in the cause mentally. The ride was quiet once Steve managed to stop crying, didn't dare to talk, the emotion still raw in his chest, afraid it would start again. Once on the ground, a group of people surround him, hugs, kisses to his cheeks. Once again you were envy of his acceptance, the thought making you sick. Steve showed you to a room, placing a pair of what looked like his clothes at the end of the freshly made bed. "You can lock the door when I leave if you'll feel safer." Nails nervously scratching the back of his neck, "You can shower, and if you need me I'm right across the hall, goodnight."

Steve wanted to talk, apologize for what he had done to you but didn't also thought the events of today were enough, you deserved a goodnights rest.

Steve's clothing hung loosely from wet skin, the sweats needed to be rolled, sweater reaching mid-thigh. Sleep did not come easy, noisy sounds of the busy city, honks, and whizzing cars, something you weren't used to being secluded for so long. Anxiety bubbling deep inside your chest, burning your skin. The constant fear that they would come back for you, take you away with just a taste of this freedom.

It was strange but you missed the security, the sense of being protected by him, a feeling you have never felt before. Quietly you enter his room, he's not sleeping just deep in thought as he stares at the ceiling, not noticing your entrance.

"Steve?" Rolling your hands nervously into sweater paws as looks at you with worry. "What's wrong?"

He's sitting up now, ready for anything, trying to figure out the emotions of your face you keep so guarded. "I can't sleep."

He lays back down, hand extending opening the covers to allow you in. Thankfully he doesn't try to touch you. Running over the defined features of his face, ocean eyes so soft. For the first time ever he looks relaxed despite the dark circles under his eyes, the ocean surrounded by a deep red of regret, disgust in himself. He offers a sweet smile, which you can't find yourself to return but try your best.

Closing your eyes feels nice, his breath in your ear, you feel safe as you slip into a world of peacefulness. But not before hearing, "I'm sorry. Sweet dreams sweetheart."

Note: if you want to be tagged in the next two parts, comment below! Part 2 comes with the reader learning to accept his touch and unexpected surprise.

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Eremika Fanfic: Remember Me!?

(Previous Chapters)

Chapter - 1

Chapter - 2

Chapter: 3

Eli peeps through the door of his house which was kept slightly ajar...

He scans around the house with his big green eyes trying to spot someone particular...

The house looks almost empty while Eli hears whistle coming from kitchen side...

His Mom must be up there cooking something....Eli sighs in relief thinking he wont be needing to face her at the moment.

Just when his breath got caught as he feels two hand on his shoulder from the back....

Eli hears the sarcastic tone from back “ Woww....Eli....Whom are you searching?”

Eli swiftly turns around as he jumps back letting the door open completely while being already inside the house....

Eli grins nervously as he stares at the person standing infront of him now “ Errm....Nothing...I Just....Hahaha(nervous laughter)....You Scared Me Mom”

Mikasa raising her one brow as she stands while folding her hands “ Oh Really! Eli is scared....of ME? I See....Thats really something astonishing....”

Mikasa lets out a cuckle while watching Eli staring at her widely still confused on something....

Eli giggles awkwardly- Ah Very Funny Mom! Errmmm I go & change my clothes....

Eli quickly turns around & was about to leave when Mikasa calls him out “ Wait....Ermmm did you come home a bit early today?”

Eli stiffens as he started shaking a bit but controls as he says hesitantly “ No...ermmm...The school....I...actually....our class ended early today...nothing else mom...I better go change my clothes”

Before Mikasa could reply Eli ran upstairs to his room....

While Mikasa kept on wondering all confused “ Why does it feel like...Eli is being tensed or worried due to something!”

As soon as the thought strikes her...Mikasa ‘s protective instinct immediately activated...as Mikasa frowns “ Is he hiding something from me!”

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Eli closes the door behind him quickly as he starts to take deep breaths. He gulps hard as he started to feel all nervous....he never really lies to his mom & has always been honest with her.

But today....he had to lie....or else his mom would be super upset with him knowing he didnt attend school today instead ran away even bit far due to his over flowing emotions! And he hates to make his mom upset....if his mom gets to know the truth not only she will be upset, she will be mad at him too for running away like this....!

Eli could feel himself shaking slightly as he slides down the door and sits on floor...

What's happening to him! Why was he feeling scared all of sudden!

All of sudden flashes of those pair of deep green eyes came to his mind...

Eli gasps....that man....he followed him all the way....to give him his water bottle! But How come he didnt notice him back then in that barren destructed area....

Eli remembers that silhouette hovering over him from behind....Was that...that guy?

But....he didnt saw anyone there! Eli could feel a gush of fear running through his veins...

He never felt this much scared in his life....it wasnt only fear....but it is something else which is haunting....him!

Was he scared of those two men who almost bullied him & he was about to hit them back! No....he has started fight & opposed many....but he never felt such ever! He isnt afraid of anyone....

Eli tries to calm his breathing to make his mind stable....

If he keeps on shaking like this & be nervous all time....his mom would surely caught his lie perfectly!

Nor that he ever escaped by telling lies to her....he didnt even lie much....due to his mom's super active nervous system! She surely detects his made up stuffs so he in the end just stopped making them up....Eli bets already that his mom must have already identified something....

Lost in the thoughts Eli suddenly freaks out as he hears a loud knock on the door of his room...

“ Eli....Have you change your uniform yet? Come down honey....I have cooked your favourite dish today!”

Eli starts panicking as he quickly push himself to the door so that Mikasa cant open the door & come in.

Hearing a thud against the door concerns Mikasa as she asks “ Eli....Hey! Is everything alright? Should I come in?”

Eli freaks out as he says hurriedly “Noooo....I....I am fine Mom! Just err....I am coming...”

Mikasa with doubtful voice- Err....Well...Okay I am waiting....Hurry! The food will be cold...

Saying this Mikasa hesitantly leaves from there while Eli pushes his ears against the door as he hears his mom's foot steps fading away making him believe that she actually left!

Eli sighs in relief....he better acts all normal infront of his mom Now....or else she will really be mad at him!

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As Eli munches the bread & steak together....Mikasa keenly notices Eli is lost in some thoughts as he eats his lunch...

His little adorable face was reflecting worry & tension moreover Eli wasnt even looking at her all these while....it was like he was trying not to make an eye contact with Mikasa! And Mikasa well knows he does it when he tries to hide sommething...

Taking a bite from the bread , Mikasa from no where breaks the sillence “ Hiding something Eli?”

Eli stiffens as he looks up at His mother- Huh?

Mikasa boringly- You wanna spill the beans?

Eli stammers a bit but raises his voice- Huh? What...Wh...at are you talking about?

Mikasa shrugs as she stares at Eli with a suspicious look and replies all calm “ You know Eli....your face reflects everything! So....is everything okay? Like in school? You might share with me!”

Hearing the word school , Eli in his high pitch tone replies “ Damn Mom! Whats wrong with you? SINCE I HAVE COME HOME YOU JUST KEEP ON SUSPECTING ME AS IF I DID SOME KIND OF CRIME! I HAVE ENOUGH OF THIS!”

Saying so Eli runs upstairs shocking Mikasa as she calls him back from behind “ Eli Wait...What the hell is wrong with ya! Come down right now....”

Mikasa hears sound of closing the door with force from upstairs....she was hell confused with such behaviour!

She kept on staring upstairs wondering did she actually say something wrong this time! She was simply asking her son to open up and share his problems with her!

Mikasa calls again “ Eli! Eli! Are you hearing me? Come down!”

Getting no response from Eli....Mikasa sits back on the chair with a huff...

Mikasa feels empty all over inside....She isn't understanding what she have to do to make Eli understand that she only cares for his safety! After all these time she has only lost her close ones every now and then....And now she only have Eli!

She cant afford to loose him....now..

(Flashback) ( 5 Hours Back To Mikasa Armin Conversation )

Armin says hesitantly- Will you be able to forgive him even if he returns from his grave?

Mikasa being emotionless- I dont know what are you talking about...

Armin became suddenly furious- You know very well What I am talking about! Eren might be our friend but that doesn’t change the fact that he has killed so many people during the rumbling & before....This world wont forgive him....Neither me...even if he is dead...

Mikasa snaps at Armin- Really? Then this should also apply with Annie too? Doesnt it? She killed so many people too for whatever reason....if you can give her a second chance....no you not only gave second chance....you eventually fell in love with murderer Armin...then Why not Eren? He had reasons for his actions & you in the end accepted his actions & we all created an Aly with him....What happened now Armin?

Armin astonished- Oh Wooo Hold On! We allied with him cause we had no other options after what he did...even if it was good for the mankind....Does it really change truth? Will it change the viewpoint of people? And about Annie...I never forgave her for what she did to our people in scouts! And she knows it too .... we just settled an understanding between us...But here we are talking about Eren Yeager...He almost exterminated people around the island of paradis...he is known as humanity's enemy...no matter what we consider him as...this fact wont change...and this is the only danger for Eli ‘s life!

Mikasa remains mum and stares at the blonde’s blue eyes...

As he continues- Listen Mikasa you might think I hate Eren now or Something like that....But to be honest I cant hate him! For god sake he was my best friend but at same time he had done crimes which cant be ignored....honestly I feel...it is good that he is gone!

Mikasa gave a look at Armin which clearly was murderous but Armin continued inspite of that “ Cause my concern is Eli....I wonder how will he react when he will know his father's truth...I know you are not planning to tell him anytime soon but one day he will learn! One day people will learn his truth....And I am afraid for that day...And due to this I believe Eren is dead for good! Atleast as time will pass by...people will tend to get adjust with history while rumours of Eli being Eren's son will soon fade & Eli existence wont be a problem for them...but if Eren appears from nowhere in your life which wont be but incase if such a miracle happens...it wont be good for Eli!”

Mikasa doesnt say a word...just kept on staring at Armin....

Her eyes were blank & empty but he could notice the pain in them which she was trying to supress....his intention was not to hurt her...but he had to speak the fact so that she can start accepting it.

Realising Mikasa wont say anything....Armin decides to leave...

He turns around and was about to step toward the door when he halts and looks at Mikasa “ I have no business in telling what to do & what not! But I want to suggest you tell Eli the truth of his father before he comes to know from else where! And try to understand him Mikasa....dont lock him up in this house! It wont help but will only make him lonely....Handle him with care thats all I wanna say!”

(Flashback ends)

Mikasa sighs....thinking of what Armin said! She doesnt know what Armin said was right or wrong! She knows one thing...Armin was right about Eren's deeds...

He has killed people & that wont change...can she forgive him for that? She doesnt know...& she doesn't agree to Armin ‘s not able to forgive Eren behaviour!

She wont be judging Eren's behaviour unless she gets to know proper reason for hid actions....there were so many unspoken words between them...

He promised her he will return alive to her after everything is fixed....no matter what he promised this time he would come back to his home...thats Her!

She could feels her cheeks getting wet again....Mikasa wipes her tears off hurriedly as she tries to control her emotions....

She might not really care about his sins now , what matters to her that he should be alive....Armin cant be right about this...he cant be DEAD! EREN NEEDS TO COME BACK...

But right now she has to take care of someone else...she will make everything Alright for her little baby...

Mikasa gets up from the seat as she heads upstairs...

********

Gigantic monsters were running towards one direction....there were plenty of them...steam were coming from all sides...

Eli was laying on ground as he opens his eyes to the sound of rumbling....

He was in state of shock as he looks around.....

Those creepy monsters were all around him....as if like their prime aim is to hunt him down...

Eli starts screaming in fear as his eyes become blurry due to tears...

Eli cries out as he stands on his feet “ Mom....Mom....Save me! Mom....Help!”

He tries to look around for his mom but seems like he was all alone in that huge field....

Without wasting time he started running to opposite direction where he saw a gap to escape from those huge humanoids....

Eli was trying to run as fast as he could but those monsters were faster than him......all he could do was run & run & not look back....

He was breathing rapidly....his small legs were hurting....as he kept on running all he could see was death bodies all around him...they were scouts...

Eren's eyes widen as he could identify those uniforms on dead bodies ....it was same as uncle Armin ‘s.

He was scared now more....what happened here?! He didnt know and doesnt care....he needs to search his mother...

Eli cried out if fear as he kept running “ Mom.....Mom.....”

He turns back and was shocked to hell as he saw those monsters so close to him, one hand was trying to reach him as he doges his head from the clutch....of the monster...

All of a sudden Eli freaks out in fear as a monster body just falls infront of him....scaring the hell out of him as he starts wailing loudly....

But then he realises the Monster wasnt moving as blood spilled out from its neck and steam was coming out..

How did it die! But there is no time to wonder....as Eren found himself standing infront of a huge monster which was smiling at him....not exactly but its teeth and face were like it was smiling...it had a different body structure....

Eli couldn't move a bit...he completely froze at its spot...the gigantic hand was approaching towards him....his voice wasnt coming out....his tears just dried out as he felt completely frozen and in shock stage....

The hand was about to make a grip on him when he suddenly found himself being carried out by another monstrous hand as it took him far away from that smiling monster clutch but surprisingly the monstrous grip wasnt hard or rough...it held him delicately....Eli slowly looks around...to see who was this...

With fear & tears in his eyes he stares at it & he was just shocked to what he just saw...Eli finds out a human coming out from the nape of monster....

He couldnt clearly see the face but their eyes met as the monstrous hand brought him closer to him .....

The green eyes stared deeply into his as he speaks “ You Are Safe...”

Eli couldnt speak a word instead he was just staring back at his eyes....

The eyes.....spoke something different to him but before he could see his face....Eli finds himself falling from the monsters hand as some one cuts his hand off....

Eli screams out of his lungs but before any thing could happen....that same green eyed man held him this time by his own hand....and stopped him from falling as he was hanging in air...

He speaks “ Dont worry Eli...I wont let anything happen to you”

Everything started to vanish around while the little green eyed boy stared at the green eyed DEVIL...

And just then Eli started to realise something he has seen those pair of eyes before too....

“ Aaaaaa.....Wait......”

Eli wails out as he opens his eyes wide as he tries to hold something in air....

Hearing his loud scream....Mikasa opens her eyes quickly as she raises her head up from the bed....

Mikasa finds out Eli staring at the ceiling while his one hand was raised in the air making a fist....

Mikasa worried as she quickly gets up from ground and sits on Eli's bed besides him.

All this time Mikasa was siting near Eli's bed when she found Eli slept off after retorting her back...

The sun had already set....and the time was nearing to night....more likely past the evening...

All these while she was only staring at her child's face lovingly which resembled so much like Eren when he used to be sleeping....Eli looked so calm when his eyes were closed and he was in deep slumber....

Mikasa ran her hand through his black hair trying to not wake him up & let him sleep so that his anger subsides....during this she herself doesnt know when her eyes closed and she slept putting her head on his bed..

Her sleep just broke when she heard Eli ‘s loud scream out of fear....

Mikasa as she quickly pulled Eli out of bed and brought him close to her chest...

She noticed tears in corner of his eyes & cheeks completely wet...which implies he has been crying all these while...

Worry took place on Mikasa as she hugged him closely and asked softly “ Eli What happened baby? Did you have a bad dream?”

Eli clutches her gown in fear as he hugs her in return, only whispers absent minded “ That Man....I Saw....”

Mikasa could hear his blabbering...

She pulled his face back so that she could stare at him while breaking his trance....

Mikasa asks “ Sweet heart! You okay? What happened?”

And Just then Eli realises he was in his home near his mom....

Eli in his child like voice as tears fell “ Mumma...I...we... are at home!”

Mikasa rubbing of his tears “ Yes Eli we are at home....Did you have a bad dream?Why are you crying?”

Eli stares back at Mikasa with his wide eyes shocked....as realisation hits him upon...

Those eyes....he dreamt of those eyes....so many times....and today....

Wait he saw those eyes somewhere....flashes of that limping stranger face came on his mind at once....when he stared at him with his green eyes....

Eli freaks out “ That man....I saw that man....”

Mikasa confused “ What man are you talking about Eli?”

Eli looks at Mikasa shocked and realises he wont be telling his mother about that man he met today & that his eyes resembles to the man's eyes which oftenly comes in his dreams & everytime saves him from those monsters....but who is that man? How come he arrives in his dreams! And those monsters....

Eli hugs his mom out of fear as he starts crying.. water pouring down his eyes as he sniffs..

Mikasa was terrified “ Eli....What happened? Dont get scared....Mumma is here and everything will be fine!”

Eli stammers as he cries- mom...m...I saw those monsters again....

Mikasa stiffens a bit knowing well what he was talking about....

Eli continues as he cries “ They almost caught me but I ran and ran....I searched you mom but you werent there....I was all alone... I....was scared...”

Mikasa rubbing his back as she tries to calm him down as his voice was breaking her own heart “ Sssh Eli...Everything is fine....I am here now with you! Ssh you are safe!”

Eli whimpers “ Mom....why...t..those th...ings come in my dreams! And that man...”

Eli stops as he realises what he was spilling....but mikasa caught his word as she asks worriedly ” Which man?”

Eli taking deep breath as his cries subsided a bit “ Its...A....man everytime...rescues me”

He carefully said the truth without revealing much....

Mikasa remains silent for a while as she cuddles Eli and says while placing kiss over his hair “ See....In the end you are safe....thats what matters”

Eli curiously as he looks at his mom “ But those monsters....why do they always try to harm me? From many years....they only come in my dreams....do they really exist mom?”

Mikasa knows the feeling of seeing those monsters in dreams....she also experiences same thing but difference is she only sees Eren leaving her alone forever, disappearing into a group of titans....and never returning back...

But one thing she never understood why and how does Eli gets those dreams? He never got to know about titan existence not yet...he never experienced those fears which she and Eren did then how...

Eli calls her out breaking her thoughts “ Mom....”

Mikasa looks back at Eli and smiles “ No they dont....there is no such things which exist...its all in your head..dont worry nothing will harm you...I wont let anyone do that...”

Mikasa hugs her son as she pats his back while Eli remains lost in thoughts wondering how come those green eyes in his dreams matches with that limping stranger’s green eyes when such gigantic monsters dont even exist...

Does that mean that green eyed saviour is REAL?

P.S Okay I guess this chapter was bit boring but then it was necessary for the future chapters 😂 Anyways do like, comment and share.