#you were the one that brought it up in the first place bc he wont let you play in real poker games lmao

[gladiatorcunt]

the “high stakes” card game you beg dealer!coryo to let you in on:

[irndad]

hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him. 

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage. 

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since. 

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed. 

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it. 

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?” 

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do?  That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize. 

He’s just so tired. 

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form. 

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket. 

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air. 

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded. 

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear. 

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

[yandereseijuun]

Yandere Beelzebub Hcs and oneshot

Beelzebub x Lilith's little sister! Reader

Please , don't go , you're the light of my life without you my life is full of darkness

●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•

Warning: Angsty , Beel being a stalker , violence ,talking abt death , a little bit gore , Beel is a lil creepy , and fluff maybe at the end

■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■

Song Playing:

◇●◇●◇●◇●◇●◇●◇●◇●◇●◇●◇

What kind of yandere is he?

He's the manipulative one and ready to kidnap his S/O without hesitation

●°• ●°•●° ¡Here we go! ●°•●°●•●°●

Darling you're so innoncent that you wont see the plan he's preparing in his mind

You two met when your big sis Lilith has show you to him , you were so innocent that his heart was set in flame only for you

Then your dear sister and three more person were killed after this you didn't saw him cause he knew if you dare to find out that was him who killed your dear sister he know that you're gonna call him a monster and avoid him as much as you can

But unfortunately you found out , because you sad it and since that day you started to avoid him , fearing you might have the same end as your sister , at first he thought you were mad at him but then he realized you weren't mad at him you were just scared of him

You wouldn't meet each other until he litteraly disappeared

But you always felt that someone was watching over you

It was him all along , he kept watching you everyday and everynight waiting for that little moment

He kidnaped you when you were asleep , he ordered his two experimental subjet to go and find you without hurting you

And they litteraly brought you to him, he saw you were sleeping , you didn't know that your beautiful life full of flower , beautiful will became a life where you gonn'be chained to someone who fell in love with you in the worst way

He will call you : Darling , Love , Sweetie , Lovely Y/N , dear

He will spoil you so much so you cannot leave him

He will not let you , having some fresh air he will just let you go on the balcony

He's very manipulative (Warning ! )

If Satan dare to come and take the control of his body . One word , hide before he uses you as an experience

If you dare to disobey or dare to escape him , he's gonna torture you or otherwise gonna put you in a room without humans contact

He's gonna make rules so you will better obey or its gonna be torture time

Or when he's in a good mood , the both of you are gonna cuddle

If you love poetry , *chuckle* darling he might write many love poem

Or if you love science , your gonna be his assistent

No sharing , no no no bcs you belong to him and only him

●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°•●°●•●°•●°•《little one shot time》●°•●°●•●°•

As the creatures placed you on their Lord's bed , you snoozed into the sheets . Beel was finishing his project , he came into his room and went next to his darling , he stroke her cheek whispering to himself how lucky he was to have his beloved all to himself

As you woke up , you saw that you weren't in your room , which it was slightly scaring you . You looked at the room , it was dark , with some candles on Beel's desk who were illuminating a part of the room . And you started to stand up , looking for an exit as the Lord of the Flies appeared right front of you , you let out a little scream while taking a few steps back away from him

You looked at him , trying to know who your kidnapper was , black suit , black hair and eyes full of no emotions , you've couldn't say much more . You exactly knew who was your kidnapper was , the one who was friend with your elder sister , the murder of your sister and three other person

You wanted to hit him , kick him , yelling at him but you couldn't , something deep inside you was telling you that you shouldn't because you knew something bad will happen to you if you dare to hit him

"Love? Y/N , hello my dear , aren't you happy to see me" The Anathema said , you looked at him in fear remembering the scene of your sister laying down , big hole on her chest , blood at the corner of her mouth .

As you took a few steps away from him and asked him a question : "You-I-Why me ? Why am i here?" As he heard your question , he answered "Darling its simple , the place you refer as here , well its our home"

You looked at him , confused , as he looked at you , he smirked . Suddenly start to fall , you were crying , you did not want to live with the person who murdered your dearest sister but he felt in love with you in the worst way possible and now that he have you you're trapped here forever .

As you were crying , he took you in a tight hug , as he rubbed your head while whispering :

Shh , its alright darling , no one shall found us , i live in a place that no one knows where it is , well only one person knows but he won't dare disturb us...

[darkdevasofdestruction]

omg yay!! okay so after reading that the reader in your lovely pyramid head fanfic befriended most of the killers (it was so cute😿) and comforting them, encouraging them, etc. i got an idea for a request with jiwoon!!

so, he develops a kind of weird friendship with a survivor, whos willing to listen to his music and his story in general and thay obviously boost his already gigantic ego but also it makes him completly enamored with the reader!!

and i imagine him to be really clingy and all, so he probably just suprises her by hugging her while shes repairing a gen or scrolling through the entity's realm and he gets so overprotective sometimes, he wont let anyone come near them when theyre together and keeps calling her affectionate names and other stuff bc hes in love!! why wouldnt he do that . but the surv is literally so obvious and dense she thinks those are just friendly gestures.

so um, this got really out of hand and is probably chaotic af, but based on that, could i request something about him acting like that? or just soft in general fic/drabble with jiwoon?? depends on what you feel like writing🥰

First of all, I’m so happy that you liked my work! Secondly, I hope you’ll like this too! <3

Though he was the newest killer brought by the Entity, for the longest time, he never got to have his go at a trial, so he got incredibly frustrated and bored, took his bat and went into the woods by himself to hit trees and bushes by himself.

At first, he was excited to be taken in a place where he could kill at his leisure without any consequence, but what CAN he kill if he can’t go array outside of the trials, and he’s not being taken to one already?

After he’s channeled most of his frustrations on whatever vegetation he found, he started singing some of his songs and practicing his choreography out there where nobody could bother him.

Or so he thought.

He wasn’t the only one with the brilliant idea of taking a walk - You, also, took frequent walks away from the Survivor’s Camp because they were never that nice with you, hence why you got along much better with the Killers.

So when you heard some acapella singing, you got really excited and went ahead to look who’s the artist - But you were also pretty shy, so as soon as you picked up a human silhouette, you hid behind a tree and peeked at the eccentric looking man.

He was singing in Korean, and from his looks, outfit and dancing skills, he looked like a k-pop idol. 

He was so talented though, you were absolutely mesmerised!

As soon as he made his final move and stopped singing, as if basking in the silent applause that he would get, should he have been at a real show... He actually DID hear clapping.

Turning around, he noticed your timid form from behind the tree, cheering on him, wearing a bashful smile on your face.

“That was really beautiful! Congratulation for you show!” he was mesmerised beyond belief --

Someone in this shithole was actually appreciating his art! He was in love! Oh, he was sooo~ in love!

He will walk all cocky towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pull you flushed to his chest, calling you ‘Jagi’ before he pulled out his phone to show you his full discography and pointing out at which time there were the screams of his victims synthetized, and he started explaining how he mixed them into the music, how he found out the way to manipulate the screams and grunt of pain, where to hit the person to create each sound and what not.

You didn’t care much about how macabre it sounded - You had already got used to all this chaotic mess - So you were really captivated by the whole process of creating peak art.

From then on, Jiwoon would come to the Survivor’s Camp ALL the time just to grab you by the wrist and pull you to his camp or into the forest - He’ll have you dance with him while he sang or hummed, or will have to be the spectator to his shows while he performed for you.

Sometimes you think that he has no idea what your name is, because he only calls you pet names like ‘Jagi’, ‘Jagiya’, ‘Yeobo’ or ‘Nae sarang’ and many more.

Whenever the two of you are together, he’ll keep an arm around you, sometimes his hands even wandering here and there, and would kiss your cheeks, neck or jaw, just to show off how you are his and nobody can even look at you.

His favourite time is when the two of you are in a trial and he gets to surprise you by jump-hugging you when you least expect it.

Jiwoon would drag you around the whole place just so he could show off the sounds he gets out of the victims while he mori’s them - Oh, he gets so cocky, especially when you point out which song and what part of it can fit with the same kind of scream the dead survivor made - You were really paying attention to him!

He would dip you back and pull you into a deep kiss - You really managed to stroke and inflate his ego to the maximum.

He doesn’t have much influence when in comes to keeping other killers at bay during their trial with you, but at least when you’re with him, you know you’re having fun and will always escape without a single scratch or bruise.

After all, The Trickster only loves your sweet sounds and sighs, that make for a completely different and out of bounds melody that only he gets to listen to.

[surshica]

BAD ROMANCE. <3

synopsis : fake bc scenarios ft. chishiya arisu and tatta

genre : valentines fluff <3

warnings : fake bf scenarios — cussing — pestering friends — mentions of kms — ooc chishiya arisu and tatta (whoops)

A/N : happy valentines day AND I KNOW ITS LATE sorry LOLOL [i did this last minute so it’s ass but HEYYY]

— TATTA , ARISU , CHISHIYA x GN!READER

KODAI TATTA !

Drunken Incident

Tatta and you had been fake dating for over 2 months, it got to the point you started to believe the two of you were dating. this only happened due to the fact tatta slipped up at a company party saying you were his s/o, instead of saying he slipped up and embarrassing him you kinda just ran with it. you had a mere crush on tatta it wasn’t too big but it was very small, you simply adored him from the sidelines—you found him cute. tatta had seen you as a best friend but had a crush on you for a while, and when i saw a while i mean he had a crush on you since highschool. he had never found the courage to ask you out in fear of rejection. so him saying you were his s/o felt like he was dreaming right now. that mere crush you had on him grew slightly larger over time; but definitely in those two months that snail sized crush turned into a ‘i hope he is doing alright’ crush. there were some of your friends and his that had maybe got a hint that the relationship was fake but they never ever tried to confirm it with you since it wasn’t their business in the first place. tatta had invited you over to drink with him at his place and just a simple invite changed how you saw him.

“tatta don’t get me drunk, i have some work to finish tomorrow” you had hummed sitting down as tatta brought some drinks over to the little coffee table you and tatta were going to drink on and have some snacks, you might of forgotten to mention you are a light weight. especially doing sake shots. the big bottle of sake, “is it too late to mention i’m light weight.” you stifled a laugh as tatta poured you a shot of sake for you, “you should’ve said something i would’ve gotten something easier” tatta pouted, your heart had fluttered at him pouting; “no no it’s okay! i just won’t drink as much” you assured him. well that was a fucking lie. you ended up drinking more than tatta; to say you were drunk was an understatement. you were fucking drunk off your mind. you started saying shit to tatta, you ranted, you cried, you laughed, you ended up drinking more. tatta never saw this side of you and it made him feel more at home. “yn you need to stop drinking..you’re already drunk” tatta took away the bottle of sake putting it out of your reach, “why?” “because you’re really drunk.” “okay but your not my real boyfriend so stop pestering me.” you snapped at him. you didn’t mean too but as they say drunk people say what’s really on their mind. tatta simply parted his lips as a frown grew on the parted lips. “you’re not my real boyfriend..your just a fake one. AND I HATE IT” you had whined laying down on the floor. your face was flushed your hair was a messy—you couldn’t think or see straight. tatta wouldve laughed at your state but what you said made his heart beat into his ear. “what do you mean by that..” tatta interrogated the drunk s/o. “its just not fair!” was all you said as hiccups echoed through the silent room.

“i’ve been watching you from afar and not to sound creepy or anything but i realized after these 2 months that i love you BUT IT WONT EVEN WORK OUT since this relationship is nothing more than two friends pretending to be a couple to get others off their dick!” you said in one go having to catch your breathe. “who said i wasn’t in love with you?” tatta smiled at the drunken s/o who was laying on the floor. your eyes had widened sitting up quickly, “you love me?” a wide smile formed on your lips slowly, “i’ve always loved you silly.”

RYOHEI ARISU !

One Room

you and arisu had been fake dating for some time now, it really started off as arisu paying you off to make his ex jealous. to say it worked was an understatement, the one rule was to not fall in love with eachother since it was just a temporary relationship. you never minded the fact you were basically used as a rebound due to the fact you were never in love with him in the first place—you didn’t even know he went to school with you. his friends has persisted you and arisu go with them on a 3 day vacation to the islands, you didn’t mind since you enjoyed traveling; but you had fully expected to get a room with your friends you had tagged with you. only to get the same room with arisu, a one bed. “arisu. now what the hell was this.” you deadpanned at him, arisu had akwardly smiled at you. “listen they would’ve been suspicious if we weren’t sharing a room together..it only makes sense right.” he tried to reason, “i mean sure i guess, i’m going to change.” you placed your suitcase near a chair unzipping it to get some clothes heading into the bathroom to change into some beach clothing. arisu just watched you walk passed him, scratching his head he had wondered if he did fuck up by not giving you a room with your friends instead of with him. a part of him felt hurt, he had fell too far down the rabbit hole to realize he had in fact fallen in love.

keeping up the fake dating act with arisu was a little difficult since he was very awkward, simply holding his hand made him blushy. you had questioned if this man was actually in a relationship or not. but over the 3 day vacation you ended up getting closer to arisu and actually teaching him to not be awkward in a relationship. although arisu wasn’t good at acting he actually did make a great FAKE boyfriend, he was sweet, very caring, protective when necessary. you didn’t want to break the one rule you and arisu had placed and that was to not fall in love—but after constantly hanging out with arisu you felt the need to get rid of that rule, you had started getting waves of jealousy when arisu would do the bare minimum of interacting with other females. the two of you had fit the black cat s/o and golden retriever bf stereotype quite well. it wasn’t like you were the only one falling in love but rather it was the both of you. arisu had finally realized his true feelings for you on the last day of the 3 day island vacation, he was going to really miss this and the way you actually treated him as your bf. the idea of him not being able to be with you everywhere killed him inside. he seriously couldn’t do it, he had to break the rule and he really had hopped you wouldn’t be mad.

“listen, i know this was against the only rule we created. but i don’t think i can keep the fake relationship any longer” arisu came clean, “what do you mean arisu?” you we’re slightly nervous. you had fallen in love with him but the thought of him saying he didn’t love you ached, “i’m trying to say i love you; i love you and i want to make what was fake real.” he had grabbed your hand placing a peck on the backhand.

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA !

Helpful Gesture

it really started off with your friends pressure you into a date with a guy you absolutely loathed. not wanting to go on a date with him, you ended up asking chishiya. a smart ass ignorant classmate of yours. “listen, i’ll pay you to just act like my boyfriend for a day.” you has bargained with him. he had placed a finger on his chin, he wanted to say ‘give him some time’ but he really just knew the answer. “if it’ll help you sure.” chishiya shrugged grabbing one of the books he had been eyeing off the shelf stuffing it into is bag. “wait actually?” you we’re actually surpised he agreed, all the times he had been around you it had seem he hated your guts. “yeah. i’ll pick you up at 6” he had walked off before you could say anything else, you don’t even know if he had your number. (time skip) when he picked you up he actually looked really cute, you’ve had a crush on him but never put a stamp on it. there was small chit chat in the car; you guys could’ve planned out the simple question of ‘where’d you meet’ ‘who asked who out first’ ‘who kissed who first’ but no yall were quite literally arguing over music. the little date with friends was at some cafe that wasn’t well known but known enough for locals. Wanting to have a strong first impression, you had intertwined his hands with yours. “why are your hands cold..it’s literally spring.” “you ask too many questions.” he shrugged dragging you into the cafe.

chishiya actually ended up making a strong first impression, which was actually surprising after all the questions your friends threw at him, there was one that really did stick out like a sore thumb; “when did you guys start dating?” was the question that made you clear your throat. the two of your haven’t planned it out but don’t worry chishiya had it planned out. “well we had been talking for some time but we never put a label on it, you can really say this is our first date. right [nickname]” chishiya smiled, it looked like a wholesome smile but you wouldn’t count on it. “AHH that’s why you guys had that tension between you two for some time..i see i see.” one of your friends exclaimed. everyone had a great time but i guess this wasn’t the end even after what 2 hours? they still had more questions to ask and more things to pester about, chishiya being the human he is had to go to the bathroom. it was kinda awkward since your friends hadn’t paid much attention to you but rather your “boyfriend”. unthankfully your friends weren’t that stupid, “we know you two aren’t dating.” friend 1 had crossed her arms sighing as friend 2 just nodded; “no we are. well we haven’t officially we kinda put a label on it before you pestered me about going on a date with [insert some random ass name].” you smiled trying to keep up the lie. friend 2 had widened his eyes and mouth looking over at friend 1 who looked shocked as well, “that’s something hard to believe..you and chishiya? ive seen your diary, i knew you liked him but i would’ve never thought you’d actually said yes.” friend 1 caved in sighing, “and you are still unconvinced we aren’t dating?” “basically.” “and sonic i kiss him then what? will you believe me?” “yupp!” you noticed chishiya walk out the bathroom and stand near a wall, it’s almost as if he was talking to someone important. you nervous whipped your hands on your jeans walking over to him. “hey..” you smiled at chishiya; he had put his phone away, “bare with me okay?” he looked at you confused, taking a deep breathe you grabbed his face placing a kiss on his lips. he was taken aback quite shocked to the fact he didn’t even kiss back. quickly pulling away.

“i’m sorry..i shouldve asked you first but i just needed my friends to get off my ass..” “you could’ve done other things rather than kiss me you know that right..” “yeah but—“ “i like you too. i’ve liked you for a while now. id like to consider this a first date.” he smiled grabbing your hands placing a kiss on your knuckles.

tags — masterlist open <3

@nanamora , @parkersmyth , @trinmadol , @noxceleste , @eissaaaa , @dr3amscap3 , @arizzu , @bwnniidump , @kerenz , @minyoungieee , @saiewithakatana

[horizon-verizon]

Daemon didn’t betrayed Rhaenyra. Her allies didn’t betrayed her, it was her who betrayed them first. I’m tired of this discourse of painting Miss Maegor (very insulting to compare him to Rhaenyra, unlike her, Maegor has achievements and is recognized as a monarch) as a victim of her council. Let’s see how Rhaenyra the merciful rewarded her loyal allies who did all the heavy lifting during the war, the only reason of why she’s still alive:

Corlys Velaryon: imprisoned and sentenced to death

Addam Veleryon: ordered execution

Nettles: ordered execution

Daemon: conspiraced behind his back to murder a teenager he sexually groomed

Lord Mooton: order him to murder Nettles in her sleep and violate her guest rights (literally the worst crime you could ever commit in Westeros)

She’d probably have still been alive had she not went mad queen, but Missy Anne alienated her base (minus Addam who still tried to prove her psycho behind wrong) and paid the price for it.

Anon, you may have to just block me. I wrote several times abt this. I wont' deny that this indeed alienated many allies, however...

A) The Betrayals against Rhaenyra BEFORE Addam's Arrest'

Ulf & Hugh (her once-allies)

Yes, Rhaenyra did all those to her allies...after Ulf & Hugh (her first pair of allies who were also dragonriders) at the Battle of Tumbleton, which was a disastrous result for the blacks and & win for the greens along with the resultant Sack/rape of the entire town. Not before.

The issue came up in response to the plans for making Addam the default guardian of KL in place of Rhaenyra's sons; the council people questioned his loyalty after the Whole Two Betrayes (Ulf &Hugh) thing. Now let's get into F&B's relation of why/how Rhaenyra tries to imprison Addam ("Rhaenyra Triumphant"):

Then both Corlys & Gerardys tried to argue for Addam & Nettles (before Mysaria's brought in):

This was a obviously huge deal, as non Targ dragonriders will always be highly potential issue not only for Targs but the entire realm...we saw what happened the last time there were so many dragonriders/units at once...:

("Birth, Death, & Betrayal")

The Greens

The greens were not her allies, but theirs was still a betrayal against her bc she was the heir and their future queen...they usurped her against the King's wishes and were thus nearly the same sort of "subjects" as as Robert was Rhaegar's, Brynden was to Daeron/Aerys II, Viserys (II) to his brother Aegon III, etc. etc.

Aegon (II), was part of that betrayal and it coincides with the blood betrayal of the Amethyst Empress and the Bloodstone Emperor. Aemond, her brother/"subject", killed her son Lucerys. Another betrayal, compounded with kinslaying.

Borros Baratheon

The same goes for Borros, another not-ally. Though they never met, his father made that oath and freely, binding him to that oath ideologically. Similarly to how eveyr house if boudn to House Targaryen after the Conquerors conquered Westeros. All of them and their kids for perpetuity became, legally, bound to the Targs and their heirs/line. For stupidly and cowardily turning Luke out and allowing Aemond to go after him, he is also complicit in Luke's death. For joining the greens at all, he betrayed Rhaenyra.

Yeah, and?

Once again, I'm not denying that her imprisoning/planning to torture Addam was a bad move AND not entirely sensical just as Gerardys said, since he has shown no hint of planning betrayal. (Corlys only said Addam & Alyn were both "true Velaryons" & that Nettles fought bravely back in the Gullet battle.)

At the same time, while she was calling for Addam's execution, she wasn't calling for an execution. who knows, maybe the fear of execution was well founded bc...you know, after Ulf & Hugh's betrayals no one wanted to really gamble on someone taking pains to investigate the truth or just not want to go through torture. Still, I am saying that she was ordering his arrest/torture...not his execution. Which shoes there is a chance that she was intending on doing some pretty horrendous investigation--investigation nonetheless. It appears Rhaenyra was trying to be cautious--for her and under this sort of context. And I don't blame Addam for either freaking out or wanting to prove himself without falling into the indignities of torture, but this point had to be made.

I am saying that on top of Rhaenyra's allies having had definitely betrayed her, others who also legally should have been loyal to her betrayed her & in the worse ways. Even Viserys kinda betrays her for how he dealt with/didn't deal with Alicent/Otto to finish them once and for all--which don't need execution-death but the man also failed Rhaenra many times so that he could keep Alicent (love)-the Faith/the Hightower (power) influence close in a false sense of doing his duty. Book and show. Which means that GRRM is trying to tell us that this woman developed a strong sense of distrust for people around her who weren't Daemon or her kids and it got worse once her kids actually started dying. This is the storyline.

Even with the whole Nettles thing, Septon Eustace tells us that she didn't "act at once", but she decides to check in with Mysaria:

Compare this to The Princess & the Queen's relation of how Rhaenyra hadles Addam&Nettles:

A -- She was still very paranoid but she also still needed dragons to patrol/protect KL instead of her own sons. who the text very clearly states--at least Joffrey--were thought to go scout/watch for the city...but both were not even in their teens AND were her heirs. Plus Jacaerys and Lucerys' deaths would not make her nor most mothers think of even putting their kids/heirs in such proximity to any idea of harm's way.

B -- Notice how Rhaenyra's weird rant abt Nettles' magicness, seduction, Mysaria's vivid imagery of Nettles carrying Daemon's kid as well as the Rhaenyra at all deciding to call on her abt any of the Seeds is not present. We could argue that P&Q had rhaenys having silver-gold hair instead of dark and thus GRRM could have added this in...however:

this is Septon Eustace relating how she spoke to Mysaria, who not only was a septon and clasist, but also hated Rhaenyra, wrote that she ate a lot and gave permission to Daemon to sleep wMysaria...the smae guy writes Mysaria liek some sort of witch with "spellbinding" words persuading the already susceptible and paranoid Rhaenyra to call for Nettles' execution

hair color is not the same type of retcon/rewrite as a whole conversation or a plot point -- I am of the mind that the 3 Velaryon boys were definitely Harwin's no matter the whole lack of/presence of phenotypical divergence of some Targs after marriages out of the family , so I think that the difference of hair color in relation to their paternity matters more towards highlighting how the accusations (rather than the truth) against Rhaenyra mattered more than the actual truth, to reflect the greens' intention and not Rhaenyra's supposed "wrongdoing"

All I am saying is that yes Rhaenyra ordering torture instead of just a light arrest for maybe personal (nonviolent) interrogation is a wrong/nonsensical...but it didn't come form absolutely no where. And that there weren't allies/those "close" who did betray is patently false.

B) "Maegor with Teats"

Rhaenyra is only called "Maegor with Teats" for raising taxes...Rogar Barathon/Edgar Celtigar also raised taxes, but the KLers nor Gyldayns call him a tyrant or a baby-killer for it, yeah? So knock it off with the blatant mud-slinging.

("A Surfeit of Rulers"; "Rhaenyra Triumphant")

C) Daemon, Nettles, Maidenpool

You:

Daemon: conspiraced behind his back to murder a teenager he sexually groomed

Daemon didn't groom nor have any sort of sexual-romantic relations w/Nettles.

Now did Rhaenrya send the letter for Nettles' head? Some argue that it could have been a sneaky agent looking to divide Rhaenyra & Daemon or cost Rhaenyra another dragon/dragonrider and thus send off a fake letter with her seal or whatever that changed the original just-arrest warrant to an execution one. This is plausible--Larys is still active and still had an effect, likely, on the public's eyes on her. The Shepherd could just as easily been a plant by a anti-Targ, Faith follower, a septa, a septon, or anyone.

We could also say that Rhaenyra was also very capable of calling for Nettles' execution after Addam's flee, as she does have an edge that swings towards cruelty OR preemptive violence when triggered OR was just a much more self-interested person:

Vaemond being fed to Syrax [though I don't fault her at all for this--IF she even did this...Rhaena theBB was going to do similar to the femicidal Androw Farman and Vaemond violated a clear and direct royal order/just wanted Driftmark for himself and was going behind Corlys' back]

tortured Tyland Lannister for info abt the stolen treasury, removed his eyes, etc., and even here I remember that she wasn't going to be merciful to people who enabled her sons' deaths/the usurpation...again Alyssa Velaryon did something similar and Jaehaerys faced some consequences for not killing a ser or a knight who followed Maegor later when he tried to ally himself with Alaric Stark, so this is more like "typical" and higher-stakes nobles-being-nobles...that could be bc not a lot of people know abt Alyssa V like that and they would actually hate on her, esp since Gyldayn is still the one writing abt her...another woman who was looking for revenge for her dead sons (Aegon the Usurped and the prince Viserys who Maegor tortured).

with whatever money she had to set up a celebration and fixings for investing Joffrey as her heir while whatever moneys she had or Corlys had (note how Corlys didn't even offer& no Rhaenyra can't just out and demand hi do so without facing some "uncomfortable" backlash after Rhaenys' death and her being so dependent on his ships/overall support...) didn't go to some aid relief for many KLers

But these are all things that not many would harangue male-usurped people's for or as protest about bc it'd be seen as him asserting his rights/making sure he has no "surprises" down the line.

And at the same time, if not for morality, for the mere presence of another dragonrider she could maybe use if only for her two son's sake, it's also possible she recalled Nettles for that and to await interrogation/to "prove" she was not inclined to betray her. She obviously was unwilling to ever let her sons have to or risk them being put in any harm's way after Jace & Luke; this was her hard line. Or not since Daemon would then be forced to face Vahagr and Aemond alone. We don't know.

Part of it is also how GRRM decided to write her: POST & POST.

So this is one of those grey-black grey areas that we'll likely not know the truth of, when before I was pretty adamant abt Rhaenyra displaying some heavy misogynoir. Why did I shift? Again, read the above abt TP&tQ vs F&B's different tellings of how Rhaenyra handled the idea of more Dragonseeds betraying her.

..........................................................................................

And jut bc exaggerations sometimes become the basis for unironic support for people's sincere argument -- You:

Lord Mooton: order him to murder Nettles in her sleep and violate her guest rights (literally the worst crime you could ever commit in Westeros)

Violating guest rights is not more of an issue-crime-taboo than kinslaying, so it is not the "worst". Perhaps it can be said to be "equal" to kinslaying, but no it's not "worse" than kinslaying.

[quodekash]

SOUNDWIN PATPRAN PARALLELS bc soundwin = patpran shut up 

(specifically sound = pran and win = pat but there will be some outliers with that, but itll still be soundwin = patpran) 

the timing of their kisses is like. exactly the same. yes, soundwin is 1.5x faster, BUT the timing increments between the two kisses are EXACTLY the same which cant be a coincidence (woah look at that a sneaky little self plug here, i put the music from the patpran rooftop kiss over the top of the soundwin kiss, swhshwshwshwshwshw youre welcome) 

sound wrote a song about win and performed it at the beach. pran wrote a song about pat and performed it at the beach. 

their first kiss is WAY more than just a peck 

sound liked win for longer, pran liked pat for longer, and yet their first kiss was initiated by win/pat: the one who had feelings for less time 

pat is an engineer, win is a sound engineer (korn is also an engineer) 

the soundwin red/yellow agenda (you can find the original posts of those brought to you by the wonderful @ashedddaisy right here. this is the reason i can no longer see a red skittle and a yellow skittle next to each other without thinking of soundwin), and the bins outside their houses are red and yellow. adding on to that, yellow is sound’s colour and red is win’s colour, and the bin outside pat’s house is red while the bin outside pran’s is yellow. 

sound and pran are both singers, guitarists, and songwriters 

sound and pat are both ASTONISHINGLY good actors 

sound and pran were both in a band with their high school crush 

in episode 9 (his sixth episode in the show), sound confesses to liking win after pretending to hate him the entire time. in episode 6, pran makes the “whoever falls in love first loses” deal with pat, after pretending to hate him the entire time. and i wont get into it right now, but that deal/bet thing was essentially a confession (if youre wondering precisely how, ask me and ill tell you) 

bathroom interactions (patpran with the “did you wash your hands” and soundwin in their first interaction and in episode 7) 

win and pat both like and attempt to hit on a girl who is clearly a lesbian, right in front of the guy who is in love with them, and whom they dont yet realise they are also in love with, while the guy who is in love with them stares on in gay jealousy (with a hint of sadness) 

this one is strictly os2 but both sound and pran run off after their first kiss 

win and pat are both very impulsivley angry and get into fights fairly often 

sound and pran both bounce off win and pats anger, meaning soundwin and patpran get into fights a lot 

pat and win both take pran and sound places in their vehicles (win on his motorbike, pat in his car) 

PRAN AND SOUND BOTH HAVE UNBELIEVABLY ADORABLE DIMPLES THAT MOSTLY COME OUT WHEN THEYRE SMILING AT PAT/WIN 

win wanting to sit next to sound on a long bus ride to the beach, but sound is ✨moody✨ for some reason || pat wanting to sit next to pran on a long bus ride to the beach, but pran is ✨moody✨ for some reason 

aggressive declarations of love in front of large crowds (sound with his song, pat with his declaration in front of the entire architecture faculty) 

sound/pran realising their feelings after win/pat does a silly little tiny thing for them thats revealed in a flashback (win hugging sound under the umbrella to keep him dry, pat with “the worlds one and only handsome pick”) 

win spooning sound under the umbrella | pat spooning pran at the xylophone 

again, this is an our skyy 2 thing, but pat wants to race pran up the stairs cos the elevator isnt working, and pran seems to disagree at first, but he’s actually tricking him and then he gives himself a head start. likewise, at the start of episode 2 msp os2, sound wants to race win, and win seems to disagree at first, but he’s actually tricking him and then he gives himself a head start 

forced proximity (soundwin tied up for the play, patpran squished in the elevator) 

in the mv in os2, sound played pran and win played pat 

there is something to be said about episode 6 when patpran were doing the standing on the paper thing, and the end of episode 9 when soundwin are standing super close together at “then ill hit on you til your heart beats fast” 

while we’re on that part, sound’s purple long-sleeved jacket thing when he’s at the beach on the last day and pran’s purple shirt when he’s at the beach on the first day? very similar vibes 

this one might be a bit of a stretch but palm in nlmg always makes me think of win, and palm apparently owns nothing but hawaiian shirts, and pat also seems to own a large collection of hawaiian shirts 

win is constantly late and also falling asleep in class, so he presumably takes forever to get out of bed and is constantly snoozing his alarms. you know who else snoozes his million and 1 alarms in the mornings, and then ends up running late? pat. 

BOTH SHIPS HAVE A HITTING-ON PHASE TO PROVE THE FEELINGS and also most of the flirting is off screen and im really mad about it. but anyway ignoring the lack of on-screen embarrassing attempts at hitting on each other, there’s sound with the “ill hit on you til your heart beats fast” and patpran with the “whoever falls in love first loses”, so. yeah. 

in the earlier stages of their relationship being known to their friends and stuff, win and pat are slightly more confident whereas sound and pran are very blushy (and i think embarrassed is the right word? but embarrassed in a good way) and stuff. think of win with the chin touches, and calling him pumpkin, and the way sound is smiling and laughing but trying to change the topic. and then think of pat with all the sniffing, and wanting to be sweet with him even tho paa is in the room, and the declaration of love, and of pran’s reactions. but also pran and sound have their moments of confidence, like pran's grin and “what was that? i didnt hear that” during the declaration of love, or sound initiating the cheek kiss on stage, or sound pinching win’s cheek in front of gun, or (other examples that i just cant think of rn) 

i cant explain this one, but theres something so similar about the scene in episode 5 where win is playing video games and sound is doing his guitar things, compared to the scene in the first episode where patpran are aggressively drumming/strumming at each other in the music room 

sound and pran were both on the bl babygirl polls, and there was a round of them against each other 

sound and pran both have their own little symbols if that makes sense?? like, sounds is the chain necklace, pran’s is the ):) 

also just “in the beginning, we just didnt stop fighting. in the end, i blushed for him without realising it.” i know it’s gun who says that, but it very clearly applies to soundwin as well (and sound’s reaction to that line is more evidence that it applies to soundwin), and it’s also PERFECT for patpran 

pat fully just says pran’s password out loud to the entire architecture faculty, and that just seems like a silly impulsive thing that win would also do 

“the doctor says i need someone to support me while i walk” when pat is leaving the hospital feels really similar to win in os2 pretending his leg is in pain so that sound would come back and win takes advantage of that as a head start 

thats all for now, but ill probably update this regularly when i think of more and/or when we get more ✨new✨ parallels bc of bbs os2 

(also some of these i thought of a while ago, so heres my collection of msp/bbs parallels, all in the form of the one meme) 

[viridousl]

me: hmm time travel Percy will time travel to when HE is eleven years old so that he has the time he needs to fix things and establish a trusting relationship with people he will need in the future.

also me, discussing with a friend about my plans for how Percy will change things: i've got nothing until his third year at least :( maybe i shouldnt have put him so far in the past.

oh well because he is eleven now

also spent an excruciating amount of time today breaking down what Percy can or cannot reasonably know about the future.

under the cut because now im breaking it down for you guys. warning for spoilers to my fic in the sense of what my goals are for Percy

First three books? He knows enough. Apparently the entire school learns about the Harry/Quirrell faceoff. Second year? as a weasley he probably knows about everything EXCEPT for how Ginny got the diary. Also he knows the diary possesses Ginny but not that its a Horcrux. third year? he knows about Peter/Scabbers and that Lupin is a werewolf and that Harry thinks Sirius is innocent. he doesnt know about the time turner or what exactly happens in the shrieking shack or that the shrieking shack is meaningful in anyway.

the fourth year? as a stand-in judge for Barty Crouch Sr. he definitely knows what the triwizard games are all about. he can reasonably know that BC Sr. has been imperioused because BC Jr. confessed to it and Dumbledore might have shared this information. Furthermore if BC Jr. had a trial in front of the Wizengamot after he was captured at the end of the 4th book (hes given the dementors kiss so hopefully he had an official trial?) then Percy could reasonably learn about this stuff if Dumbledore doesn't share this information to the public. Furthermore Percy, as a time traveller, would now know that Voldemort has returned this year. Does he know exactly tf went on involving the grave yard? no but he knows harry shouldnt participate and/or win the triwizard tournement.

fifth year. should he work at the ministry? i think so but this time he wont fall out with his family or have that argument. he could also reasonably save Sirius Black. "reasonably" i say. come here and be dazzled by my deranged thought process.

I spent a long time calculating if Percy could single-handedly take down Bellatrix Lestrange. the first, immediate answer is fucking no. the longer, two hour long conversation i had with someone about whether Percy Weasley could win in a one v one fight against Bellatrix Lestrange was also definitely no. for some reason the other person i was talking to also agreed that he couldn't win, but wanted him to fight Bellatrix anyways. and get fucking killed? girl i hope not.

Hold on I need to go back a step. Percy does show up at the end of the fifth movie as Minister Fudge's right-hand man, and he is there with the Minister to personally see Voldemort's public return. There are some Death Eaters (Dolohov cough cough remember this) who were captured here, so if they were given a trial (i mean theyre literally there with their death eater outfits on so who knows man), Percy could reasonably hear of Sirius Black's death (he didnt leave a fucking body so), or at the very least, be aware that the battle of the department of mysteries occured. it is unlikely Percy would learn of the prophecy or what brought Harry and his friends to the Ministry in the first place.

It is necessary, for learning about Horcruxes, that Percy befriends the Golden Trio. it is easy for him to befriend Ron and Hermoine, as Ron is literally his sibling and Hermoine is a studious loner with high respect for authority at the beginning of the first book. It might be harder for him to befriend Harry but I'll get there when I get there.

It stands that Percy could become more attached to members of the Order of the Phoenix this time around, both through being Harry's friend and through not leaving his family. Thus, motivation to save Sirius Black. I don't see him being able to prevent Sirius from going to the Department, because Harry is there and in danger, but Percy can be there with the rest of the Order and be on high alert for casting a Protego on Sirius or something. In the books, Bellatrix casts a jinx on Sirius, not the killing curse.

So Sirius can be saved. Arguably there are consequences for him being alive, in that Harry is not compelled to chase Bellatrix and thus face off with Voldemort in that main atrium area (so that Voldemort can be revealed as having returned to the public), but I believe that if Voldemort really wants to face off against Harry at this time (which he does) then he will find a fucking way. Percy is still 11 years old right now in my fic so im not too worried about this yet.

also worried that Percy randomly being like "take me with you to this battle!!!!" or just. already being there since he's an Ministry employee who knows what day this even happens and just lurking around the Department early. could maybe cause suspicion? Im dead just imagine Harry pulls up to the Department and Percy's there and he's been there for a full hour already and the kids are like. "Oh hey Percy. What the fuck are you doing here." And Percy is like "I work here." "...But not in this department you don't. Why are you here. We thought Voldemort was going to be here." Like what's your excuse going to be Percy. he pulls up mid-battle, casts Protego on Sirius and leaves immediately after. 😂

Dumbledore's death. This is still happening. He's already dying from the curse on the Gaunt Ring, which Percy won't know about its existence nor its status as a Horcrux, Percy cant stop Snape's Unbreakable Vow that he doesnt even know about. As it stands now, Percy only knows that Death Eaters got into Hogwarts somehow and Snape killed Dumbledore. Percy may feel like he should try and prevent Dumbledore's death, but he still does not trust or like Dumbledore, and his death is necessary is necessary for Dumbledore to pass on the Elder Wand.

Percy does not give a flying fuck about the Deathly Hallows. He is literally a character that does not believe in shit unless he's seen or heard it himself, and this is a children's tale in which i see no way for him to get the Resurrection Stone or the Cloak of Invisibility. Master of Death Percy would be funny as fuck but literally impossible and I would gladly read anyone's attempt at making this happen but it's not something I see myself even trying to write in the near or far future.

Battle of Hogwarts. Percy is literally in it to win it for this. The second he realizes he has time travelled he is cooking up plans to save Fred even though its a literal decade away. Since we've established that its not impossible for Percy to care about the fates of various OoTP members, he might be able to save Tonks and Lupin. He might? Know how they died. I don't see why not. I think he could reasonably know who killed them.

Lupin is killed by Dolohov. I briefly made a mistake here where I thought Dolohov was teaching at Hogwarts instead of the Carrow twins, and while I could change this to fit my story I find it kinda funny how in depth I'm being about this. Dolohov is at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries so we could take him out then. He was captured and then he escapes but maybe Percy could.... kill .... him...? I didn't think this through. um. Dolohov is apparently a very powerful wizard and I'm over here like "teehee. 1 v 1 bellatrix. 1v1 dolohov. 1v1 voldemort" Percy dies in all three of these theoretical battles. If you care. and this time travel is only going 'round once so this cant happen. damn fuck Lupin fr I guess.......

Tonks is killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. We've already been over Percy v Bellatrix, but this time Molly Weasley is on the battle field and this time it's just a different child in danger a bit earlier into the battle. Percy uses Special Attack: Summon Mother Who Successfully Killed Bellatrix In The First Timeline! IT'S INCREDIBLY EFFECTIVE! haha but probably. Technically Bellatrix riles Mrs. Weasley up by bringing up Fred (how does she know his name...) and also by almost killing Ginny but one could argue that hits harder BECAUSE one of her kids already died. I still believe the Molly would be pissed if Percy almost died and/or was injured by Bellatrix. Also Tonks would be right there. Alive. Three v 1 except Percy is like "haha gotta go save Fred from a fucking wall. bye" ??? dgshklfgadkhsfj

I'm kind of dancing around using both the books and the movies here because they really liked just. Putting Percy in the background sometimes in the movies.

Also, Severus Snape. Harry Potter definitely went on and on about how Snape was a spy and he respected him so much he's naming his son after Snape after the Battle of Hogwarts. How does Percy factor this in with Snape having obviously killed Dumbledore? Who knows.

It doesn't matter. There's literally no way for Percy to save Snape. Snape's memories are necessary for Harry to learn the he too, is a Horcrux, and also Voldemort is right fucking there. Like let's break this down. Snape was killed by Nagini and Voldemort was right there watching. I do not think that Percy can save Snape because, again, Voldemort is right there and Percy cannot reasonably fight and defeat Voldemort himself. This is something I have broken down both for my benefit and for Percy. (Percy, discovering he is in the past: Why am I 11 years old? All I need to do is save Fred. Why the fuck am I 11? What, am I supposed to single-handedly fight Voldemort? I can't do that.) <- thats right Percy you can't. So Snape still dies.

Other people. Percy would not care about Colin Creevey or Lavender Brown. Apparently like 50 other people died in this battle but no one cared about their names. L. Some person tried to break down the exact names of who died here and who killed them and it really feels like Dolohov and Bellatrix need their deaths on Fast Track. And apparently Yaxley. Percy is the Minister's assistant, and the minister at that time is under Imperious by Yaxley, so it is possible that they could meet.

Which brings me back to: Is Percy going to start killing people? I don't feel like it's in his character, and I especially doubt if he does kill anyone that he's going to be using an Unforgivable Curse. He is capable of breaking rules for things he's passionate about. I'm absolutely sure he can find it in himself to kill Rookwood. Because Fred. But I don't necessarily want him to be facing this dilemma. That's a problem for future me LOL!

There are, of course, consequences I need to consider. My man does not want his pet rat-actually-human chilling in his bedroom for longer than necessary, so I imagine this will be one of Percy's first BIG acts to change the timeline, which renders the third year stuff moot. It's not that hard to get a different dude to help with Voldemort in the fourth year instead of Wormtail, or Wormtail could break out. The point is he will never be Ron's pet and there will be an attempt to let Sirius be a free man, earlier in the timeline to boot. What are the consequences of saving Sirius Black's life? IDK. The necklace Kreacher has won't be stolen by Mundungus Fletcher, and they won't have to break into the Ministry. They won't free like. three muggleborns. If I follow the book they will still have Grimmauld Place as a safe house. If I follow the movies Ron wont get splinched even though that wasnt that much of a concern. Although to Percy, keeping Ron from being injured is in fact a concern so

Would Grimmauld Place be a safe house? Sirius would be there. Would Sirius want to go on the run with them? Yes. But we're not letting him. Man I really gotta think the consequences through on letting Sirius live. Literally I went into this thinking "Save Fred, fuck around, the end" but Percy is going to make (shudders) friends.

anyway. a lot for me to think about. a lot for you to think about if you ever want to try your hand at a percy weasley time travel fic.

just realized that i still have. no plans for PERCYS years at hogwarts before the books. just the peter plotline? alright...

[muzzleroars]

oughhg. this is a little out there but its a fun scenario imo. my gabe and v2 eventually also face that hardware deterioration problem as well (after a LONG ass time at least) and since those two hang out on the surface, it's a little more difficult to deal with but i like to imagine v2 goes the more proactive route. over time v2 started studying the corpses of angels (mostly consisting of council-sympathizers or individuals with something to gain from trying to go after gabriel) and uses what it learns from that to engineer some kind of esoteric replacement for its failing processors derived from how angels seem to function. its like less a life extention or revival and more like creating a whole new replacement ai that carries some of its old memories and archived information which also has its own distinct quirks that set it apart from the original v2. the whole reason it does this is because once it noticed its systems beginning to deteriorate its objective basically became 'make sure my friend wont be alone in an otherwise empty world' and it drives me fucking crazy thinking about it

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS BC I GENUINELY WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT THIS....and i can absolutely see the parallels between this version of v2 and v1 as it is resurrected in heaven. i do really like v2 taking a practical approach and deconstructing the anatomy of angels in order to reverse-engineer something that may preserve it (SUCH a neat idea, absolutely in love with it), as well as this being an interesting way that it may emotionally and mentally deal with its decay - work on it, fix it, remember why it's doing it in the first place. and it's a good contrast to me because v1 is acutely aware that its death means a distinct loss and isolation for gabriel, yet its mind has so thoroughly protected against it as a way to prevent locking it into an existential dread it could loop on indefinitely, to the point where every processor it has is consumed by it...and that would be leaving gabriel too. so ultimately it does die, the half-measures they were able to discuss before v1's mind had to detach from the conversation proving to not be enough to save it, and gabriel instead must put into motion a plan he couldn't previously articulate.

BUT either through looting god or his own light (MAN....i like both too much), v1 is brought back to honestly be in much the same position as v2 is for you - both mechanical and divine, it now inhabits a life state nothing before it has achieved. i haven't fully determined what this means for v1, but the transition is an uneasy one as code rewrites into esoteric languages and divine mathematics command its logic to impossibilities. additionally, i can't pass up on the idea of quantum ghosts and v1's consciousness coming back from vast, unfathomable reaches that registered only as strange impressions it can barely call senses or even now memories. it gets fucked up basically!! and now gabriel essentially needs to return the favor it gave him eons ago when it helped him through his fall. SO i am curious how it compares with this v2, since like you mentioned, v2 is more creating something entirely new to be carried over into while v1 is essentially god being shoved into the machine. also need to know gabriel's thoughts on v2's plans as it executes them and the results that come of it....ouuuughhh wait hold on a minute let me formulate thoughts for an ask.........

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I almost hate how much i switched teams from 2718 to abacus, but its just bc he's new and shiny and pretty and pushy. He stifles autonomy so i know 2817 is better in the long run bc u can reason w him and he puts mcs best interests first. Abacus gives me the kind of vibe that he'd let mc get hurt so long as shes his, and tbh i feel like he might enjoy it? Like he'd like to fix her up and *accidentally* press a lil too hard into her wounds wheras 2718 would just use his abilities so that she wont feel the pain to begin w. That's just my assumption tho given what we've seen. Abacus seem the type to only use his powers thingy to subdue reader.

We know that 2718 has met readers past forms/reincarnation w.e u call it and i originally thought abacus did too. Maybe he was her affair or lover in a previous reincarnation methinks? I just felt like he knows her before. This changed a bit towards the end when they were walkin thru the streets while he was giving her the endoscopy (😮‍💨💦) and we learned just how badly mc is seen. Now im starting to wonder if aba is just greedy n wanted her as his lil disabled spouse genuinely, no past relation. Idk. I still feel like they know each other previously. Or maybe he sensed something abt her back when 2817 brought her in to that place all the way back then. Mc is key to the universe type thing. Doubt that tho.

Neyways i think aba is gnna take her home where he reveals that he not only has four arms, but also two dicks n he's gnna try to fawk her but some event will inconveniently stop him. I also think he lives in an oasis like place, their version of natural wood everywhere, running waterfalls from the cieling, tons of glass that he can mentally control and shatter at will to threaten reader while having a saccharine smile on his face, the works really.

I wnna believe translator(TA) is gnna get 2718 and theyll find mc but now im thinking maybe they might not meet up like that. 2718 might find TA n ditch her to find mc and TA has to scramble to keep up, might even meet her on the way back after 2718 saves the day. Also wondering whts gnna happen to TA bc i dont think anything criminally bad happened to her even tho we heard her screaming. Be real interesting if she were screaming bc 2817 found her and juuuust missed mc and aba. I think when 2718 finds mc and aba they're gnna be familiar w eachother but not fight bc aba is one slippery bastard. Or maybe itll be convenient where aba leaves mc unattended for a bit and someone tries to harm her and then 2718 makes him big appearance, like when mc was first dropped into the world and 2718 saved her. I have more thoughts on that but ive already wrote an essay here and in my other ask 😭

Anywhooo ty fr the chapter, hope your healing well 💕💕💕 -🐰

Damn this sure is a well written essay 😳 its either ur a really good analyst or im just a predictable writer cause it almost seems like u have access to my drafts

Cuase that... Kinda exactly whats gonna happen ngl, its still pretty rough around the edges part 15 is just still in its embryo stage with a 50 word list of whars going to hapoen, but yea it pretty similar to what you just described , havent been writing cause i regained my leg freedom finally and i spent literally every waking hour outside, driving and shit

There is going to be a fawking scene in p15 ill tell u and whoevers reading that. Similar to what you descibe with their anatomy but a little different in sequence of events

Thanks for sending in this ask bunny anon this is so cool and i had a great read ❤️❤️ lovely motivation youve given me and i really appreciatte the essay asks -- like, i appreciate if A LOT actually, thanks for reading language barrier too

[dyketubbo]

Egg Tubbo you say?

egg tubbo i do say. because for some reason i really like torturing this lil guy. i went on a ramble about it in another server so ill paste that under the cut but basic summary i expand on the egg a bit more to make it have more stakes + be more horrifying. in this case, the egg helps fulfill your deep desires, but in a monkey paws way where it does it in the worst way possible. simpler desires get fulfilled quicker, complex ones are promised over time. ponk wants an arm, she gets an arm, but being so directly connected to the egg keeps her under control for longer. ant wants velvet back, well.. sacrifice enough people and the egg could do whatever it wished (but velvet probably would be brought back as a server or vessel for the egg)

and well.. tubbo wants a community. a purpose. to know what the fuck he should be doing with his life. he needs to have something to dedicate himself to, that wont leave or be destroyed. and, deep deep down, its not necessarily a desire, but. he feels hes living on a scam, so to speak. like back when they were getting the discs back one more time, or maybe in the wreckage of his country, he should have died to give a chance to someone, something else. hes done enough, and yet he so, so desperately needs something else to do. so the egg takes him in, and takes hold of his wishes.

tubbo doesnt die in the traditional way, but his life does become the eggs, in every way it could. he wanted a community right? to serve and make into a purpose? let the eggpire be his community, let the egg give him a guideline of what to do next with his life, let furthering the eggs reach be his purpose. tubbos body is taken over, his conscious even moreso, but he knows exactly who hes getting next. ramble about the actual story under the cut rather than just the premise

the basic gist is like. i want to make the egg be something a bit more Physical since in my own head i can go outside of what minecraft allows for etc etc. also bc i like fucked up horror scenarios. here, the egg is supposed to give you what you want, but its often a like.. monkeys paw situation, and if you do get what you want its often not in the Way you wanted it.

more direct desires get filled quicker, i.e. ponks arm. and, in this case, tubbos desire for a community. one that respects him, listens to him. one thats like a family, and wont ever leave. but deeper than that, hes very, very tired of everything. he wants a purpose to keep going, but as it is.. he doesnt have one. he cant really make being a husband or father into a Purpose, not the way lmanburg was one. he wants to provide, but in a way that helps a bigger community, one that will fight like lmanburg did against all odds.

and so, the finger curls, and the egg gives tubbo a purpose. to serve the eggpire, and specifically the egg itself. it wraps vines around him, sprouting flowers here and there, and during the process.. he loses his last life, but ends up staying in a weird, half dead state where the egg is not only taking over his body, but still possessing his conscious, and since it needs a conscious to possess in the first place, hes still tied to his own body, not being able to leave for limbo. however, with the altered state, its hard for him to really be aware of much if the egg doesnt care

tubbos actual loved ones are. of course. Devastated. bc what the Fuck tubbo. but all they really know is that he joined the eggpire, not the extent of the control the egg has over him. ranboo ends up panicking abt having to make sure michael isnt affected while also still not alerting techno, so he stays with tommy for a while and has either eret or fundy watch over as him and tommy go out every now and again to try and get tubbo back.

neither of them really succeed, and end up admitting that they need a lot more help. they get tied in more firmly with the egg plot as a result, and join the omelette resistance etc etc. some things stay the same, others change, ranboo gets very close to being possessed but escapes last minute. lots of tension ends up resulting between benchtrio

blah blah skip forward its red banquet time. similar stuff happens, but this time with the addition of tubbo, who is. yknow. somewhat experienced in war strategy, some things get circumvented.

yknow how tubbo has the secret passage by the egg. and also a fucking shitton of dogs left over from nlm. basically he ends up being able to counter technos dog army and is also able to communicate enough that *puffy* loses a life rather than ant, as hannah intercepts in time. tubbo is a lot closer w the other eggpire members here btw but he esp ends up bonding with hannah (bc flowers) and ant (bc gay lovers both of these are simplifications but basically theyre friends). hes also a little closer to ponk (bc they know each other already)

either way, the eggpire still has to flee, but they do suffer less losses here and with tubbos tunnels (which would be more expanded to be a Tubbo Thing that he does during war in general) they end up having some well. technically lower ground but metaphorically higher ground in the situation

eventually, ranboo decides to make a risky decision. he gets some help to try and track some of tubbos tunnels and, one day, waits by one with michael

tubbo comes up eventually and, well. its his son. hes near immediately pacified, not being able to bring himself to hurt michael. ranboo is relieved, but.. tubbo reaches down, kneeling to hug michael.

and then his body slumps.

panicked, ranboo grabs michael and runs off, planning to come back later, but when he does, tubbos body is gone, with only flowers and vines where he last was.

the next time they meet, tubbo looks even more covered in vines and flowers, and this time, when he beckons ranboo to follow, ranboo doesnt hesitate.

ranboo follows tubbo to the egg, and asks why tubbo left, wasnt he happy? tubbo tells him he'll be a lot happier if ranboo joined him. that in the end, this really was the way to bring the family together. if ranboo just gave up now, they could live in peace with michael, and once all the others gave up too, there would be nothing to fight. dream was in prison, schlatt long dead, wilbur nothing but a forgetful ghost. even techno and phil turned out to be fallible. what was there to be afraid of anymore?

tubbo had a purpose now. a community to fight for. a family to care for. isnt that what ranboos always wanted? to fight for people? people over sides, isnt that right? tubbo finally understood now. all it would take is one night, and they could be a happy family forever. just like they wanted.

..what else is there to do? ranboo accepts, and lets himself be walled in next to the egg with tubbo. he rests his head on tubbos chest, calmed by the throbbing heartbeat, and rests.

the egg speaks to him. about all the secrets ranboo has tried to hide, about how it would be so much easier to have a sense of self if he let the egg give him someone to be. he just wants to be there for his family, doesnt he? why keep secrets from tubbo, why keep hurting him by never pressing, always letting him stay complacent? but with the egg, they could understand each other, fight for each other, have no secrets left untold. and nothing but acceptance. doesnt that sound nice?

with very little digging, it drags up a nagging little thought. ranboo would do anything for their family, right? even sacrifice themselves?

the egg whispers that happy families dont keep secrets. if ranboo gave themself up now, there would be none to keep. just them and tubbo, in holy matrimony, where not even death could do them part. the egg knows every little thought, and with a harsh edge, it tells them that *it* knows how to get ranboo their happy family, not dream. cut out the middleman, and get what you want with very little cost.

knowing who he is, wanting to protect his family. very simple desires, really. the egg could tell him everything, all he has to do is let go.

so he does. ranboo lets go, and with the last few blinks of consciousness, they realize they arent hearing tubbos heartbeat. its the egg's.

the _beloveds end up being hard to win back over. its them and michael, til the end. tommy ends up being one of the only ones still fighting for them, rather than against. but with how much the egg is able to take over tubbo and ranboo bc of that whole deal, its even harder for them to break out, especially since, well, michael doesnt realize anythings wrong, so hes still happy and safe and theres nothing that really shocks them out about that.

how things get solved is a bit fuzzier in my mind but i imagine it is tommy who breaks through to tubbo somehow. ithink in this case tubbo has a deal with the other members that they cant hurt tommy or ranboo. maybe one of the members tries to hurt tommy, and it makes him snap out a little, just enough to jog ranboo out a bit too.

thankfully ranboo still has his totem hoarding thing and i think by the end of their deal with the egg both are able to live on the life their totems give them once the egg lets go of control etc etc

[grave-avis]

☀️, 🤝, 🐯, and I'm throwing you under the bus with 👀 if you feel up to it!

☀️: What was your awakening like? When was it?

For me personally, I do believe it was such a big trauma response, if you know me more personally you prrooobbbably know what I'm talking about lol. But yeah growing up there was always so so much going on for me, usually not good. My first home was a trailer park in a more rural woodsy community. So my family was almost always camping and hiking and stuff, my backyard was a literal forest.

idk walking around and following random critters until I was almost lost just got me away from all of it. The forest was a home to me and animals and such were my teachers and family. dropping the human label helped me a lot, during one of my therapy sessions I almost broke down while talking about what happened to me and just kinda yelled out "I'm not even human anymore! That was taken!" And he started laughing, and then I did and he said smth like

"Well after everything humanity has done to you, why would you want to be?" and IDK, that realllllyyy stuck with me. love that guy.

🤝: When did you first hear about the kin community?

HA. My ride or die bestie when I was 11 called me and told me about it. We used to roleplay all the time but that was around the time he didn't want to do that anymore; therian and kin stuff were the closest I could get to roleplaying with him. He decided we were wolfs bc like, ofc ofc, classic. We watched every documentary that was out at the time and followed some packs on youtube (Really obscure channels with like 20 subs.)

We would google howling tutorials and go camping together and sneak out at night. We even brewed a whole bunch of tea and made a spray to "Mark our territory with scent". We had a lil logo that we would sharpie in bathroom stalls + brought a knife or a bit of broken glass to school and straight up carve it into places. 🐯: Do you wish you were your kintype? Why or why not? More than anything. Okay so, I'm indigenous and in a really woodsy part of canada. I'm apart of the indigenous ed program at my school which allows me and many other students to meet and learn about our culture and brew tea with elders. being in that environment both fills me with longings of the wild but also gives me the support of a community. Sometimes i touch on it with elders, about owls that come to me in dreams and tigers that I see when I meditate. They don't always fully understand my lack of humanity but, they understand the idea of all the other stuff since it is so deeply apart of our traditional practices. It helps I guess, to have support of my community in a way white folk wont get. But sometimes I'll see a vulture gliding along the wind or a mother goose tending to her goslings and my heart kinda just, painfully longsssss.

👀: Give a controversial opinion/your stance on some type of discourse.

I would like to at least see one white person acknowledge that some of y'all???? Kinda stumble into native teachings? I'm not here to go on a whole rant bc I don't care nearly enough but GODS please just at least AWKNOWLEDGE you DIDNT create a lot of these teachings..... this applies to a lot of new age tbh, but that isnt anything new.

[stationlimbo]

How about reader who easily fall asleep while playing genshin? And when they sucked in to game, the sleeping habit still there. I imagine there's team in each region to search reader, bcs they sleep in weird and uncanny places to ward off the acolytes (they can't have peaceful sleep bcs acolytes wont leave them alone)

Wuwang hill? Nice, it's night all the time. Heart of durin? Plus point cuz it's warm. Araumi? Sure why not, it's pretty + commoners afraid to get close because of ruin grader and the other machine enemies. And the places get more weirder in progress lol

God!darling with falls asleep in the weirdest place{sagau}

[Headcanon-brainrot crossover?]

The Archons:

-ok first off wtf your grace???

-Venti would find it a little funny and amusing, but Zhongli and Raiden would be such worry worts

-before you were sucked into the game they thought it was ok since there really isn't much they could do and you can't really get into too many dangerous places

-besides it became a regular occurrence for you to fall asleep when playing genshin that they just didn't bother with it too much keyword before you were brought to them

-now, however? ho Ho HO! yeaaaaaaaaahhhh no.

-just no. they are very worried very well most of them are at least cough cough venti

-but I mean you can't really blame them when they know your habit too well

-especially when your in teyvat now, a place that's full of monsters and dangerous places where you could get hurt and that's the last thing they want

-so even though they know it's going to annoy you they send out guards to keep you safe or just do it themselves, most of the time it's the latter unless their busy with something

so all in all they mean well but they come as overbearing and protective except venti he lets you have your fun

"Your grace? Your grace!" Large hands shake you awake from your nice nap, and you squint your eyes to adjust to the sudden light. slowly your eyes start to make clear who your seeing, it was zhongli and Raiden right beside him with venti in the back looking down at you. He was holding your shoulders making you sit up in an upright position. "wha- what??" you say after a few seconds. "your grace place don't sleep so opening in such dangerous places" Raiden says. You look at her "what dangerous places?" you ask, "we're literally next to the pyro cube your grace" venti said. ooh yeah! you remember taking a walk when you found a place where it was pretty warm so you decided to rest there for a while, who would've thought you'd fallen asleep. "whoops~ hehe~" you simply laugh it off, zhongli and raiden deadpan at you while venti's giggling in the back.

The characters:

-their done with your shit

-no but for real they're worried for you some more than most

-like the archons, they were used to you falling asleep so easily and in the strangest places, they were worried but they couldn't really do anything about it especially since they can't reach you

-but when you came to them oh man

-they practically kept you under lockdown for a month so that you won't run off to some weird place they can't find

-many of the more responsible and worried ones guarded you 24/7 and would always follow you around in case you fall asleep somewhere weird again

-you found them to be a bit overprotective and annoying but you got used to it eventually

-the kids treated it like hide and seek whenever you disappear and everyone has to find you where ever you slept at that time

-more of the laid back ones found this to be very amusing and treated it like a treasure hunt whenever everyone needed to find you

-most of them are just like 'ok you do you just don't get hurt'

most of them are chill with you sleeping in weird places as long as they can find you and your are not somewhere dangerous

probably made fences around the places you visit just so they can find you easier

"your grace please stop sleeping in such places" "what are you talking about this is fine" "we're on the tip of dragon spine, your grace" "and?”

[jubiilee13]

anything to do with DreamXD please! <3

Dream XD my beloved <3

im using 2 prompts bc they kinda all fall into the same idea

“I won’t hurt you.”

"Just take my hand.”

THIS ONE IS KINDA CRAP SORRY IDK WHY I DONT LIKE IT BUT I HOPE U DO <3

THE END WAS KINDA RUSHED BC I HAVE TO FINISH IT SO I CAN GO SEE THE MINIONS MOVIE 😭😭

TW: blood, cursing I think, injuries 

—

Mining was never fun to say the least, which is why you had planned for this trip to be short and sweet.

It was the opposite of that.

So now you stood, frozen in place by fear as you watched the mobs slowly start to creep towards you.

You sucked in a breath, holding your stone pickaxe which was the closest thing you had to a weapon tighter as the mobs grew much closer.

You wished you could run, build, just do anything to get away.

But you couldn't. So you stood your ground, and prepared yourself for a fight.

Normally fights like these weren’t a big deal, but you had left all your armor, weapons, and potions at home. It was a risky decision, and now you severely regretted it. You took the limited time you had to attempt to make a plan within your mind.

Your planning was quickly interrupted however by a sharp pain in your side and the feeling of warmth seeping down the side of your body.

You glanced down as blood slowly began to seep out of your wound, an arrow stuck directly in the middle. You winced, but moved your attention away from the burning pain in your side.

Your eyes skimmed over the mix of mobs, and you charged towards them, bringing your pickaxe down onto a zombies head, watching as he slowly withered out of existence.

That one was easy enough, but you knew the others wouldn't be the same.

You drew your pickaxe above your head as the other mobs continued to march towards you.

You managed to fight off the first few, but you were quickly cornered by the remaining few.

Your pickaxe was just hits away from its breaking point and you knew it.

There was no point in fighting them anymore. You put away your pickaxe and raised your arms in surrender, squeezing your eyes shut as you braced for the impact.

You stood, expecting excruciating pain to flood your body, but it never came.

You slowly opened your eyes, to find a masked face staring back at you. The mobs that once surrounded you stood frozen in place, eyes wide. You brought your eyes away from the mobs and back towards the masked thing in front of you.

Even though his face was shielded you could tell his eyes were on you.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment before you finally broke it.

"Are you here to finish me off?" You say weakly as you bring your hands to grip your wound.

"I wont hurt you" the being states, his voice raspy and rough.

You pause, taking in his words before asking, "Who are you?"

"I am DreamXD" He says as he extends his hand.

You crane your neck up to look at his face.

'XD' was engraved on the white circular mask that seemingly hovered over his face.

"Im kind of trying NOT to bleed out here so my hands are a little preoccupied" You state, slight annoyance in your tone.

“Just take my hand” he states, a bit of aggressiveness evident in his voice.

You hesitate, looking away from the deity’s face and towards his hand.

You slowly reach out your hand and place it in his own, a strange sense of warmth overtaking your body.

It was comfortable… calming to say the least. And you let the sense of warmth overtake you as your eyelids become increasingly heavier.

You tried to fight it, you really did but soon enough your eyelids slowly began to shut, the sense of warmth still remaining as everything faded out to black.

You werent exactly sure what happened next but just as quickly has your eyes had closed, they had opened once again, a blinding light pulling you out of your peaceful slumber.

You squinted, rubbing your eyes as you sat up from you were laying, scanning your surroundings, panic flooding your mind.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room, only for you to find that it was your own.

You sat in place, confused as you continued to scan over your surroundings. You were home... but how?

A confused look made its way onto your face as you slowly stood up from your bed, only to be startled by a familiar voice.

"Lay back down y/n" He calls from your doorway, earning a surprised yelp out of you.

"How? what? where? what the fuck is going on-" You rambled as you set yourself back down on the bed.

"Calm down y/n." He says as he takes a few steps towards you.

This was the same god like being from earlier only now he took to form of a human, still dressed in luxurious clothing of course, but now you had the chance to look the god in the eyes.

His face was very similar to dreams, yet it had its own magical essence.

His bright green eyes stared into your own as he took a seat on the bed beside you.

You couldn't seem to explain why, but just being in the presence of this man made your heart flutter within your chest.

"I feel like i didn't get the chance to properly introduce myself... im DreamXD... god of the smp. Now normally i am told not to interfere with mere mortals like you, but you were... different." He says, as he takes a seat beside you on the bed.

“How so?” You question curiously.

“See that’s the thing… I’m not exactly sure” he says, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

“All I know is what happened last night was never supposed to happen, and I couldn’t just watch you die so I did what I had to do” he explains as he turns to face you.

“You y/n… there’s something different about you, I can feel it. I’m not sure what, but you have something nobody else in the smp has. Why? I don’t know, but spend your time wisely y/n… you never know what could happen next.” He states, and you nod, still trying to process the information you had just been given.

“I must get going now y/n, it was a pleasure to meet you” he says as he rises from his seat.

“I um… pleasure to meet you too?” You say, still in a state of awe after his speech.

“Goodbye y/n… take care” he says with a small smile, before simply disappearing before your eyes.

You sat still for a few moments more, staring where he once stood.

Let’s just say you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you had an encounter with the beautiful godlike being.

—

A/n: JEKSKWKDKWKD SORRY IF THIS SUCKS DONT HATE ME <3

[jeagerism]

heaven (it’s calling my name)

✒ word count : 7.1k

✒ characters : eren yeager x reader

✒ explicit warnings : smut, like graphic shit i’ve never written, u give eren brain (a blowjob), yes ppl call giving head giving brain, eren repays the favor, i think he choke u a little at one point, consensual sex bc we fuck heavy with that, eren wraps it b4 he taps it, he’s respectful and hot

✒ warnings : modern!au bc canonverse eren makes me sad, eren is the definition of "cold boyfriend who’s only soft around you", except he’s kinda not ur boyfriend, oh god, he calls you teach a lot, and sweet thing and pretty thing he just thinks ur an object, im joking, he’s really bad at history, eren is a little shit, he majors in criminal justice bc one day levi mentioned he’d be good at it, and eren looks up to levi cry cry cry, oh yeah it’s a college!au too bc eren would...be in col….my heart hurts, im down bad for a yt man

✒ summary : Eren’s an annoying type of pretty. The type of pretty that hurts to ignore.

✒ notes : fuck u mechelle, even tho u wont see this

You’re quite sure that you’re five minutes away from leaving Eren Yeager to lie in the mess he’s made for himself.

Sliding your notebook away from you on the library table, you sigh through your nose, pulling your phone from your pocket to check the time. The giant numbers on your screen are a cruel reminder that you’ve been waiting for Eren for going on thirty minutes now, going between sending him warning texts to cursing Erwin out in the shared group chat between him, yourself, and Levi. The passing time only makes you more and more agitated, watching the water droplets drip down the stupid drink you’d brought for him when you’d arrived earlier. 

A part of you curses yourself for deciding to take up tutoring him in the first place. 

Which isn’t to say you had a problem with Eren Yeager, at least not always. You’d see him fairly often before starting these weekly sessions, given the fact the two of you ran in overlapping social circles. You see him at parties, and game nights, and even the soccer games Levi always asks you to show up to. Some part of him just made you want to pull your hair out, from the way he fought with Jean at every social gathering, to the way you'd been forced to sit next to him during every spring break trip since you'd started college.

He was always too loud, too jumpy, too much.

Nevermind the fact that he looked terribly attractive most days, or that he was always the one to get everyone home safe if they drank too much, or that he’d bugged Erwin for his soup recipe because Armin had gotten sick one week.

He also never showed up to his lectures, and would always ruthlessly bicker with Jean whenever they were in the same room. You don’t think he’s ever been on time to anything your friends have invited him to.

Or to the study sessions he’d gotten Erwin to beg you for, you think. Dropping your head forward against the uncomfortable wood of the table, you release a quiet groan.

"How am I supposed to help him when he doesn’t try in the first place?", you’d sighed to Erwin. "He barely shows up for his own classes—which, may I add, he wouldn’t need a tutor for if he did—so what makes you think he’s going to come to a tutoring session with me?"

Every part of you is aching from spending so long cramped into the material of your chair. Brushing your shoes against the bag by your foot, you begin shuffling the papers strewn across the table into a neat pile, gathering your different colored folders together. Papers you’d spent forever printing out for Eren, because he’d complained about getting so many things mixed up. Folders that Eren had teased you for relentlessly during your first few times together, something about "history being white and not orange".

Just as you’re standing to swing your backpack over your shoulder, hurried footsteps meet your ears, a hand slamming itself down atop the table in front of you.

"I’m here." 

Rolling your shoulders back, you give the boy in front of you an unimpressed look. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry that he’s missed the crucial time you’ve been giving up for him, pale grey eyes trained directly on the hand you’ve got on your bag. Your eyes drag down his figure, across the hair that’s gathered at the back of his neck, run down sneakers and withering brown hair ties circling his wrist.

Your words come out in a flurry, "I have been waiting for you for so long that I finished an entire essay, Eren. I had other things to do today, things that could’ve been done if—"

Eren cuts you off, plopping himself down in the seat adjacent from yours. He gets to work pulling out a notebook from his backpack, scrawled writing labeling it for history. The straps from his bag are tattered, some parts held together by mere threads. You never comment on this, because you know the only reason he has one at all is because Armin had bought it for him as a Christmas present awhile back. His hands, ivory and gaunt, flip the pages over until he’s seemingly satisfied with where it stops, and he glances back up at you, waiting and calm.

"C’mon, Teach," he drawls, nodding his head for you to retake your seat, "don’t got all day. You’ve got other things to do, remember."

Something about the way he talks to you makes you want to strangle him, and shut him up, and everything in between. He doesn’t make any other moves than that, lips set in a straight line, seemingly uninterested in whatever you’re going to say next, as if he knows you’re not going to leave.

This is your fifth studying session you’ve had with him, and he’d been late for the first, and the second, and now this one as well. You’re doing this for Erwin, you remind yourself, and also because the sooner you helped him pass, the sooner he’d be out of your hair. 

As frustratingly captivating as Eren was, he also annoyed you to no end, and you know there were plenty of others that would agree with you.

However, the idea of getting up and leaving him here puts an uneasy feeling in your stomach that you don’t like.

So, with a baited breath, you drop back down into your seat, ignoring the corner of Eren’s mouth lifting when you say, "I thought I told you not to call me that, stupid."

Ignoring your comment, the brunette scribbles a circle onto the edge of his paper, humming as he waits for you to push your folder over to him. You do, tapping your finger against the page to guide him. He begins working silently, flipping pages in between bouts of silence while you wait for when he’ll need you.

After a few minutes, he looks up from the folder halfway, head still bowed the tiniest bit. "Thanks," he utters, refocusing after nodding his head to himself. 

Your face feels warm when you look away.

The following few weeks after that are better.

Despite endless warnings, he still shows up late, but the time gets less and less with every tutoring session you have. He shows up with his things all organized, and he even brings you bottles of water instead of the abnormal amount of Kickstart he always had with him. You almost think it's his way of making up for the tardiness. You almost want to kiss him for it. That realization has you cutting one of your meetings short, letting Eren and his confused look make his way home without the normal amount of work you send him off with.

During another Saturday evening spent pouring over books, nestled into the corner of the couch in your shared apartment with Levi and Erwin, you watch Eren with a curious stare. He’s got a pencil twirling in between his fingers, rambling on about some part of his lecture that he didn’t understand earlier today. His legs are clad in the stupidly soft sweats he’d stolen from Erwin months ago, a price for carting him back home after he’d puked on the younger’s clothes. He’s buried in the old mathletes sweater he’d coveted for ages, and his long hair is tied up in his same overly messy bun, select strands tailing out every which way; curling around the nape of his neck, hanging in front of his eyes.

"Teach?"

"Hm?"

Eren waves his hand in front of you, skinny fingers passing in front of your vision once more before he lets them drop back down to hit his lap. "Zoning out on me again?" The candle burning on the corner of your entertainment stand casts flickering shadows across his face, silhouettes dancing across the bridge of his nose, the height of his cheek. "Terrible instructing method if you ask me." He gives you a boyish grin from his side of the couch. "Don’t know how we’ve made it this far with that."

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest. "I don’t know how anyone else puts up with you." 

"You do, don’t you," he calls, and he’s not smiling anymore, simply observing the squinted eyes you give him. The upward motion of his eyebrows draws his lips into a tiny pout. "What, not up for admitting your crush on me, yet?"

"Shut up," the slight shake in your voice must not be noticeable, and if it is he makes no note of it, chuckling and leaning his head back into the cushions of the couch. 

"Listen this time, yeah? Otherwise someone might think there’s not a thought inside that pretty head." He starts back on his babbling of topics he’d found difficult, tossing in little jabs at his professor, about how stupid Jean had looked when he’d passed him on his way back to your apartment. 

A part of you thinks it's to keep you on your toes. Another thinks it's just an effort to get you to smile.

And you do. Because his teasing words weren’t as far off than he may have thought.

Eren has a maddening habit of messing with you to distract from the work he’s supposed to do, prying embarrassment from the center of your soul in order to achieve breaks from the endless studying he needs to pass his final.

Said finals are tomorrow, which gave you plenty of reason to show up at his door hours before, arms full of material he’d need to remember if he’d intended to pass. He’d let you in with a heavy sigh, body pressed against the front door as you slid past him, eyes taking in the warm beige of the interior. Something you were sure Armin and Mikasa had managed alone, seeing as Eren’s entire color palette consisted of blacks and the occasional splash of white and blue. 

He leads you past the living room, where Jean is stuffing his phone into his pocket next to Mikasa, who’s slipping on her shoes. She gives you a nod as you slip off your own, and Jean does as well, before his eyes are snatched away by Eren’s hand, extended with his middle finger poised towards the boy, slight smile offered along with his crude gesture. He keeps it faced towards him all the way until the two of you disappear around the corner, concealed by the hallway walls. 

"You didn’t have to do that," you murmur, kissing your teeth with a shove of your shoulder into his. Eren shrugs, uncaring as he twists the doorknob of his room, pushing his door open for you to step into his room. The front door closes as you do, and you look back at him in question.

"They’re going to some bullshit soccer game." He’s gone to every bullshit soccer game this season.

Laughing, you plop down on the edge of his bed, laying the armful of study material down onto his bed; you jerk your head towards where his history textbook rests on his bedside table. Seeming to get the memo, he hefts it into his arms, scooting up to the headboard of his bed. He gestures for you to do the same, watching your form as you lean back into the wall, sorting things as you normally did for your meetings. "Well, when you pass, we can go to the next. If it’s not too bullshit for you."

He doesn’t respond, and when you look back up his eyes are already on you. 

"We could?" You nod, humming. "Like, you and me?" 

"Yes, Eren," you reassure, growing increasingly warm at the devoted attention he has on you. "Wouldn’t mind if you wouldn’t. Plus, imagine how many girls in your chemistry class would be jealous that Eren Yeager is going to the football game with someone that isn’t them."

A quiet noise of disbelief falls from his lips, "You play off as shy a lot for someone who makes jokes like that." Another mumble comes from his direction, muffled by the hand he passes over his mouth. 

"What?"

He bumps his knee into yours, shaking his head. "Nothing."

"Ah, yeah right," you protest, slapping his thigh with the orange folder grasped in your hand. "What’d you say?" Again, he shakes his head, moving his head to see in front of you. "Eren." You move in front of his line of sight, lips pouting at him. "Just—"

Reaching out with a frustrated sigh, Eren’s hand cups your jaw, stopping you in your place. His washed out eyes meet yours, unwavering as he keeps you in position. "I said," he voices, not even pausing to blink, "what if I don’t want to go with anyone else?" His thumb brushes the apple of your cheek, soft and slow, his face moving closer to yours bit by bit. "You’re pretty," he whispers. There’s so little space between the two of you that you’re sharing the same breath; the little wisps of hair gathered at the front of his face tickle your own, and his nose nudges yours when he speaks next.

"Not so forward now, hm?"

And it’s hot. The air, his hand where it rests against the underside of your jaw, the way his eyes bounce back and forth between your eyes before they lower again. It’s suffocating, and you’re sure that any longer here, with him, will only make the next few weeks even more complicated than being in his presence did in the first place. There’s a numerous number of reasons why letting Eren get this close is wrong, nearly fatal. 

Which is why you pull away. There’s a surprised glaze that passes through his eyes before he’s back to his normal, dead stare. Goosebumps rise on your skin.

"I should, uh, go? We can, like, study more later. At the library, or the campus coffee shop, just not..." Not here. Pushing your hair behind your ears with a deep exhale, you gather your jacket and bag into your hands from the corner of his bed. You eye the colored folders sprawled beside him, but they’re too close to him for you to even consider going back for them. You could always ask for him to bring them to you later. In public. Where it wouldn’t just be the two of you, alone.

Eren Yeager is collateral damage. You know this. He’s failing a couple classes, he never showed up for those classes, hell, he’d even ditched your first studying session without a word to you. You’re astoundingly aware of it all.

Your feet tingle where they meet the floor, and you’re about to stand when he calls out to you.

"Where are you going?"

"Home?" You turn your head to face him, eyebrows raised in question. He’s got one of those stupid pens in his hands, twirling it around with a disinterested gaze that almost made him seem bored of you.

"Who said you could go? You’re staying."

"Why?"

Whatever resolve you have to leave him here clings desperately to the forefront of your mind. He leans back, back meeting the wooden headboard of his obnoxiously comfortable bed, eyes barely open, yet you know for a fact he’s watching you anyways. And as he opens his mouth, lips tilted up at the corners like he knows something you don’t, you can feel that resolve slipping through your fingers like water.

"To help me out."

"Eren."

His head tilts to the side, gesturing for you to move forward. "Help with school, Teach." His voice sounds teasing, eyebrows raising. "That test is tomorrow, so unless you’re planning on teaching me on the way, you’re staying." Tapping his finger against the textbook now open across his thighs—when the hell had he done that?—he sighs at the squinty eyed look you’re giving him. "I can call Armin if you don’t want to." And then, quieter, he says, "And I won’t try and kiss you again."

I’m not sure if I want that, you think. What comes from your mouth is different, more practical, controlled. "Yeah?" 

"Scouts honor," he swears, shrugging his shoulders, finger still prodded into the pages of his book. The comforter is soft underneath your fingers when you sit back, scooting back up beside him. Once your back meets the headboard, orange folder in hand, you nod your head. After a few seconds of silence between you, other than the sounds of shuffling paper and humming, another quiet murmur comes from his way. "Not unless you want me to."

"Eren!"

"Chill, I’m ki—I’m just kidding!"

"This is bullshit."

It’s the fourth time Eren’s said that in the last thirty minutes, becoming increasingly more annoyed with the information presented to him with every minute that passes. You can’t blame him though. He’d worked silently beside you for another four hours after your almost kiss, other than the times he’d ask you about something he’d read or check to see if he’d gotten an answer right. And even your hands were cramping up from writing corrections on his fake tests, the words swimming on the paper.

"You're almost done," you comment, pen scratching against the paper with every letter you write, "here—you even got most of the questions right on this." You toss the stapled bunch of papers over to his side of the bed, the two of you having migrated to different spots during your endless working. The papers hit the bed just beside his knee. 

Eren eyes them with quiet disdain, but picks them up anyways, scanning the words for less than a second before he lets it fall back onto the mattress. Despite his attempted disinterest, you catch a glimpse of a small smile when he looks back down at the textbook in his hands. 

"Does that mean we can take a break?" He reaches up, hands clasping above his head to stretch. A soft groan escapes, eyes closing. He looks tired, you notice, strands of unkempt hair invading his face, mouth set in a tiny grimace. "I’m tired of reading about old people and the Mediterranean Society—"

"Mesopotamian," you correct, but he’s already sliding off of the bed, your words falling on deaf ears. He stretches again once he stands, his shirt rising to expose pale, silky looking skin. Checking the time on your phone, you hum in thought. "Fifteen minutes. Then we go back to working. If we work fast enough, we could be done in...an hour?" 

Nodding his head, Eren brings a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Be back in a second. Want anythin’?" His eyes pass over you while you shake your head, washed out grey feeling like needles on your skin. He passes through his door without another word, pulling it closed gently behind him.

Sighing, you lean your head against the wall, flexing your hands to work out the cramps. You’ve been writing for hours, either correcting Eren’s mistakes, writing out guides for what he needed more work on, or the piles of work you’d needed to work through on your own. You close your eyes, waiting for Eren’s return while still wringing your hands out.

"Falling asleep on me already, Teach?"

Said boy plops down on his bed, resuming his previous position. He’s got two bottles of water in his hand, one of which he holds out to you. He eyeballs the way you rub your hands after accepting it, still attempting to remove the kinks. 

"No, sorry, just ready to get this over with." Grabbing your pen from where it lays between the folder in your lap. "Ready to—what’re you—" Eren pulls the pen from your hand, tossing it to the table beside his bed, where it rattles before rolling and hitting the floor. "Hey," you whine, eyebrows furrowed at him.

He envelopes one of your hands in his, holding it stationary before slowly beginning to knead his fingers into the muscles in your hand. 

"You kept wincing every time you wrote something down earlier," he explains, not bothering to look up to see your reaction. You’re almost thankful for that, widened eyes trained on his face, then where his hands are holding yours. "And seeing as it's kind of my fault you’re doing all this anyway, figured I should do something to help." He continues massaging your hand, switching to the other not soon after. 

Still watching him, you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. "Why do you even take history anyways? You hate it. And you’re...not very good at it. No offense."

His gaze travels back up to yours at your words, seemingly unamused at your jab. "Shut up," he replies. Scooting even closer towards your spot against the wall, he huffs. "I forgot to sign up until the last day sign ups were going on. Accidentally checked off the class and now here I am." He shrugs, and stops massaging your hands. However, he doesn’t let them go, holding them in his hands, resting on your legs. "It’s a Gen Ed course, so I was gonna have to take it eventually anyways."

Eren’s eyes on yours make you realize that you’re just sitting here, too distracted by holding his hand and hearing him speak softly instead of finishing what you need to do now. 

"We should really go back to studying. Got alot more to do."

He raises an eyebrow. "Do we?"

"You’ve got a final in fifteen hours and we still have so much to go through." You suck in a breath, releasing it slow and steady, shoulders relaxing.

His grasp slides up from his hands to just below your elbow, hold light. "Hey, Teach?"

"Hm?"

"Can I try something else instead?"

Your heart jumps in your chest, and even though you know what he’s going to do, you nod your head anyways. Even though you’d been hesitant about it before, you want him to kiss you anyways.  

And I won’t try and kiss you again. Not unless you want me to.

"Yeah," you whisper, already leaning towards him. 

He pulls you in by his hold on your arm, a little too fast, chest knocking into his with a shallow breath. He kisses you with fervor, his lips fitting against your own. You move forward again, Eren’s head tilting back to accommodate the decrease of space. Rising onto your knees, you slide your way onto his lap. The crinkle of paper meets your ears, and you disconnect your lips as you look towards where the noise came from. Eren groans in annoyance, snatching the few stray papers and folders within his reach up, and tossing them over the side of his bed. He even shoves his history book to the floor, hitting the carpet with a loud thump. 

"There," he grits out, pressing a kiss to the edge of your mouth. "Now stop worrying about the stupid work and—"

"Can I suck you off?" 

The words have him freezing in his pot, lips still working around the middle of his sentence. Splotches of pink begin flooding his face, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck with a muttered curse. "You can’t just say things like that, you know." The steady stream of air from his breathing makes you shiver, hands steady on his shoulders, fingers smoothing over the muscles of his shoulders underneath his shirt. His cheek is warm against your shoulder, and a small part of you revels in the glory of making him flustered. "Not after how much I," Eren breathes, lips skimming over the sensitive skin of your neck.

"How much you...?"

Slowly, Eren removes his face from its hiding spot, pulling back with baby pink cheeks. "How much I’ve wanted you before. How much I want you now." His fingers trace shapes into your sides, and for once you think you see something other than disinterest in his eyes. "Pretty hard not to notice someone like you, Teach."

Surging forwards, you connect your lips with his again, messy and all teeth and tongue. His mouth is warm against yours, nipping at your bottom lip for access, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pull back, huffing at the way his lips chase yours. Sliding back off of his lap, you push your knees into the soft mattress, sitting pretty and quiet before him.

You’re pretty sure you’re way too far in to be embarrassed now, what with you asking to give him a blowjob a mere two minutes ago. But when he’s looking at you like this, watching you through lidded eyes, you’re still, the prickling feeling of self consciousness hot on the back of your neck.

"Getting all shy on me again?", Eren murmurs, eyes low and dark. The intensity of his gaze makes your stomach clench in anticipation. 

Breathing in to try to calm your trembling hands, your hands reach for the strings of his sweats, pulling them undone with bated breaths. You tug the fabric down enough to reach inside his boxers, pulling the length of his dick free. Hesitant, you wet your lips, eyes locked onto the path of veins that stretch to the underside of his cock.

"Hey", Eren breathes, sliding his hand along the underside of your jaw, soft as he tilts your head to face him. "We stop anytime you say so, yeah?"

You nod, humming despite the part of your brain telling you not to embarrass yourself. You brush your fingers over the pretty head of his length, excitement racing through you at the muffled groan he releases. A quiet hiss escapes Eren, hands twitching at his sides, fisted into the grey sheets. He’s hard when you take him into your hand, barely grasping it with your hand loosely wrapped around the base. 

"You can grip it tighter than that you know," he murmurs, head tilted to the side, cold eyes taking in every movement you make, "you’re not gonna hurt me, pretty thing."

Heat spreads from the back of your neck to your cheeks. "Okay, uh, yeah, I..." You readjust the hold you have on his cock, wide eyes jumping back up to meet his at the groan that rumbles from his throat. "I don’t wanna be bad at it." 

"Bad?", Eren exhales, watching as your hand begins stroking up and down the length of his dick, hips stuttering, pushing it even further into the warmth of your hand. Swallowing, his next words are choked out, "I don’t think you could be bad at this if you tried." He settles even further back, watching as your pretty hand works his cock up and down. 

You give a few more experimental pumps of your fist, drinking in every moan and twitch. Beads of pre cum drip down from the tip, following a  direct path down until they meet your fist, adding lubricant to the steady stroking of his cock. When you look back at him, eager to commit the moment—the moment you made Eren Yeager helpless—to memory, your heart jumps in your chest at the sight before you.

Eren’s eyes are still on you, just barely able to see from the lazy drooping of his eyes due to the pleasure. God, he’s stupidly fucking pretty. The type of pretty that makes you angry; but also the type of pretty that makes it easy to move forward, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. "Shit, you’re..." It takes almost everything in you to continue instead of getting lost at how good he looks like this—head tossed back against his headboard, small whines and breathless praises thrown into the air between you. "Oh, fuck, you can...yeah, like...like that. You’re so good." You swirl your tongue around the tip, taking as much of him as you can, jerking what you can’t fit in your mouth with your fist. 

"Hey, shit." The hand cupping your cheek guides you backwards, lips disconnecting from the head of his cock with a soft pop. A string of spit connects your lips to the tip, catching the light from his bedside table. "Pretty," Eren whispers, thumb swiping over the mess of spit and pre cum that covers your chin. He drags it across your bottom lip, gathering it and dipping the finger back into your mouth. Lips closing around it, you pause at his unblinking stare, before hesitantly swirling your tongue around his thumb like you’d done to his cock; another deep groan comes from the swell of his throat. "You’re killing me, Teach."

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his firm grasp on your chin keeping you pulled against him. He moves you backwards enough for your elbows to meet the mattress underneath you, back falling against it soon after. From above you, Eren looks ethereal, lips puffy, cheeks and the tips of his ears tinted pink. He abandons his hold on your chin for placing his hand beside your head, caging you in between both arms. "Wouldn’t mind seeing you like this more often."

Dipping back down to you, his nose bumps into yours as he reaches down, palm sliding across the expanse of your thigh, pulling it to rest against his hip. His fingers stroke the skin, soft hum reverberating from him. 

"You’re so soft."

Your head is mush at the feeling of his hands all over you, lips smoothing over every patch of skin they can find. His hand travels from its place on your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your hip, trailing up and around your navel, and over the fabric covering your chest before he rests it against your throat. His fingers leave a pleasant weight at the base, just barely enough pressure to know they’re there. Eren’s hair falls in a curtain around him as he presses his mouth to your own, wanting and desperate. "Want me to touch you, pretty thing?" 

He gives your throat a final squeeze before abandoning it in favor of tracing his hand over the area where your thighs meet, teasing his fingers over the space between them. "Want me here?" 

"Please," a whimper accompanies the forward grind of your hips against his hand, something that has him chuckling. You’re too desperate to be embarrassed, eyes stinging with tears. "Please." 

Eren presses another opened mouth kiss to your lips, before trailing down, peppering kisses across your neck. He continues his journey down, pausing in between to mark soft spots of skin, temporary tattoos that resemble his desire, until he’s resting his cheek against your inner thigh. Glancing up, Eren’s lips lift upwards in the tiniest of smiles. The strands of hair framing his face tickle. "Still okay?"

Nodding, your chin brushes your chest when you meet his gaze. "Yeah, just," an exhale, "want more." A few beats pass, eyes darting back and forth between him and the grip he has on your thigh. "Please."

He huffs out a laugh. "Since you asked so nicely." Tapping against the side of your hip, Eren loops his fingers through the band of your shorts. "Up." At his command, you lift your hips from the bed, letting him tug the shorts and underwear down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. The first touch of his fingers against your core makes you cry out; he tugs your thighs open further, your cunt open to his fingers completely. His fingers dive between your folds, welcomed to the wetness gathered there. Another lewd whimper falls from your pouted lips.

"You’re so noisy," he scolds, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your clit, tutting when another stuttering moan comes from your mouth. The hand that’s not making a mess of you is clutching the skin of your thigh, keeping it pressed into his mattress. "Barely even done anythin’, and you’re this loud." His hand cups your dripping cunt, middle finger sliding between your folds with ease. "You sound so pretty though, don’t you?" Eyes fluttering shut, you drag your bottom lip between your teeth to quiet yourself, hips pushing themselves against his touch. "Ah, eyes open, sweetheart." Your thighs twitch ever slightly, hole clenching and sending a fresh wave of arousal to meet Eren’s fingers. 

"Can’t," you whine, voice cracking. His fingers slip even closer to your entrance, making you clench around nothing, desperate for something. Your head drops back even further as the brunette sinks two digits into your little hole, hips attempting to arch off the mattress. "E-Eren!" 

"You can’t," he repeats, working his fingers inside of you with a disapproving hum. "Baby’s gone stupid over my fingers already, hm?" A short cry is given as his answer, whining as his fingers slip out from inside of you, leaving your core empty once more. Another few seconds pass before something hot fans out against your swollen cunt. "Gonna let me make you cum, sweetheart?" 

You nod hurriedly, your hips canting into the air, only for them to be pushed back down. 

"Use your words, sweet thing. Not too fucked out that you can’t tell me what you want, are you?" Wet fingers scale your side, all the way up to your chest, where he cups your breast through the material of your shirt, swiping his thumb over the cup of your bra. "Wanna come, yeah?" 

"Y-Yes, Eren, please make me come, I—" Fisting the cotton material of his blanket, your head dips even further back into the mattress. 

Chuckling, Eren’s hold on you tightens, and he pulls you closer to him, nose brushing the inside of your thigh. "Don’t worry, pretty baby," he drawls, teeth nipping at the inside of your thighs, "I’ll make you come." Eren’s tongue flattens against your slit, pulling a long, drawn out whine from your throat. He’s got his forearms wrapped securely under your legs, mouth pressed perfectly against your core. His tongue traces circles against your clit, before sucking the bud into his mouth.

He’s cocky enough without you shouting his name like a prayer, but you can feel the rumble of his words as much as you hear them when he says, "Fucked so stupid all you can think of is me, huh?" His tongue dips below to lap at your juices before dragging up to tongue at your clit; you keen, chest heaving. You let go of your grip on the sheets, hand clumsily travelling towards where his is wrapped around your thigh. He flips his hand over, palm up to meet yours, fingers tangling together when you slide your hand into his. His touch is grounding, fingertips tingling where they press against his own. "Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this; wanna do this every day. You’re so wet, so pretty, aren’t you? Just for me?"

"Yes," you choke out, tightening your hold on his hand, squeezing it harder and harder, "it’s all for you, Eren, o-only for you."

"Good," he calls, fingers joining his ruinous descent of your cunt, swiping through the wet mix of spit and cum, stroking up your slit. Eren tucks two fingers into your entrance, pausing once they’re knuckle deep, seated within the warm, wet walls of your cunt. "Gonna make you come, yeah?" He starts on your core with a newfound pace, fucking you with his fingers eagerly. His tongue dances over your clit, adding fuel to the loud squelching made every time his fingers sink back into your cunt.  

Your juices coat his fingers entirely, making it easy to slip them in and out of your tight hole. Your core feels full, stuffed with his fingers, entrance stretched by the scissoring motion of the slick digits. Lewd moans and whimpers fall left and right from your pretty mouth, mixed in with shouts of his name, begs for more. A wave of pleasure crashes through you, stomach clenching tight, your cunt clamping down on his fingers. "E-Ere—" The boy between your legs takes one last lick against your messy slit before you fall apart, body shaking underneath his hold. Legs attempting to close around his head, Eren pushes them back down, greedily lapping at the cum gushing out of your sweet cunt.

By the time your breathing has returned to normal, he’s pressing his lips against the inside of your thigh. Your hand is clutching his in a death grip still, to which you blink bearily at him, lower half still tingling from the aftereffects of your orgasm. Eren lifts himself from between your legs, trailing open mouthed kisses up the base of your stomach, pushing the material of your shirt up to make room as he goes. He stops just below your breasts, biting a final kiss there. "Still good?" 

Nodding shallowly, your hands tangle into his hair, pulling his face down to your level. His eyes stare through you, pale grey making your core clench around nothing once more. "Think you’re pretty, too," you murmur into the space between you. He pulls back with a short laugh, stretching his arm to pinch the hem of his shirt between his fingers. Quickly, he pulls the offending material up and over his head, throwing it to the other side of the bed. His eyes scan the bedside table to his right; it gives you a chance to ogle at the bare skin before you, contracting with each inhale and exhale. Reaching down, Eren opens the drawer, rifling through the contents before coming back with a square foil packet between his ring and middle finger. 

Bringing the packet to his mouth, his teeth rip into the side, dragging the excess away. He works the condom out of the packaging, letting the wrapper fall to the floor beside his bed. Rolling the condom over the head of his cock, Eren continues until it’s resting at the base.

"You would be the type of guy to have condoms in your bedside table."

Scoffing, he drags you closer by your ankles, slipping his hold up underneath your knees to slot himself between your legs. "I got them for you."

"Who said you would’ve ever gotten to use them?", you laugh.

Eren grips the base of his cock, sliding it through your folds. "Guess I don’t have to worry about that now, do I?" He looks as good as he always does, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes trained on the place where your bodies meet. Letting your slick coat his cock, he pushes his hips forwards, tip prodding at your entrance with a choked moan. The head of his dick sinks into your heat with ease, your last orgasm making your walls take him in with no problem. 

"Look at you, pretty thing," he growls out, "taking my cock so well." He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against yours, pelvis brushing against your abused clit. Eren rolls his hips, his dick sliding from back from your hole, before being sucked back into your greedy cunt. Your nails dig into the bed, letting out stammered whines and pitched mewls as he fucks into you. His cock brushes your sweet spot, drawing a near pornographic moan from your mouth. "Such a perfect little cunt, taking me like I was made for you." He taps his finger against your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in fast, circular motions. 

"So...So good, Eren, I..." you cry out, mouth agape, legs beginning to tremble with pleasure. Your cunt leaks steady onto his cock, soaking his length with your juices. Clenching around him, your cheeks warm at the moan that Eren gives. His pace becomes rushed, pounding against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars over and over again. The delicious drag of his cock against your warm walls makes you crazy, body jerking with every sharp thrust into your pulsing cunt. The pitch of your cries is so loud Eren smushes his thumb against your lips. And without thought, you take his thumb into your mouth, velvet tongue encasing the digit.

A growl slips from his mouth, eyes rolling slightly at the sight. Each moan that you release vibrates against his thumb, serving towards his hips snapping against your pelvis harder, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating throughout the room. "Come," he commands, cock setting a bruising pace against your slit. "Come around my cock, pretty thing."

His words have you keening around his thumb, your body going into overdrive at the sparks of pleasure that shoot through your entire body. Eren continues his short thrusts into your cunt, panting before he goes still, a pleasant, unfamiliar warmth invading your walls. He goes still over you, releasing one final, drawn out choked groan. After a moment, he removes his thumb from where it's resting against your tongue, his cock slipping out from your wet hole, and collapses beside you with a short exhale. Eren wraps an arm around the front of your waist, laying it there for a second, still, before pulling you into his side. You rest your cheek against his chest, body still buzzing. 

Once your breathing returns to normal, feeling returning in your legs, you wet your lips with a laugh. "We never finished reading the rest of the material, you know."

Eren’s chest shakes underneath your head, cheek vibrating with the deep rumble. "Fuck Mesopotamia, Teach." He walks his fingers down your arm, all the way down until he’s lacing his fingers with yours. "But we could always do some more studying."

You hum, even though your eyes are practically already closed, body feeling heavy and warm. You’re leaning into him more, nearly half asleep when another rumble pulsates against your cheek.

"Sure I’d remember anything if your study methods are jumping me." 

You’re walking back home from your final class days later when your phone buzzes in your hand. Unlocking it, your eyes zero in on the notification on the screen. It’s from Eren, and your lips tilt up gently into a smile. 

He passed his final with an eighty-nine. 

[blxetsi]

Can I get some Reiner content pls? Hcs with the kids, cooking, date nights, embarrassing moments, pets, anything!

tysm for requesting !

reiner braun dating headcanons (modern au)

college!reiner braun x gn!reader

warnings: nothing i think, lol meations of his weird parents 

- reiner would be SO NERVOUS around you when he realized he liked you

- definitely started out as friends to lovers, you knew each other through a mutual friend bertholdt, but really became friends when you shared a class one semester

- when he realized he liked you it was in the most mundane situation ever,,, you, reiner, annie, porco, and bertholdt had gotten together for a movie night, and he was literally just about to put his hand on ur shoulder to ask if you wanted a drink (he was gonna get one for himself) and his hand stopped mid air when he realized he had butterflies LMAOOO

- this mf would become sooooo on edge around you,, like you knowing he had a crush was the end of the world 🙄

- annie and bertholdt would talk to him about it (and by that i mean annie would call him a big baby while bertholdt nods along) and then he'd become more relaxed with you once more

- when you two started dating he became nervous ALL OVER again

- insecurities and doubts came seeping into his mind and he wouldnt help but be overbearing at times

- he just wanted to be a good bf 🥺 he doesnt want you to leave him 😭🤚

- you two talk about it one night and it helps calm his doubts

- thats also the first night you two slept in the same bed 🤩

- he was so blushy the next morning, he couldnt look at you without his face and ears becoming red

- is a total tiny spoon idc idc

- sometimes he babysits his cousin gabi when he goes home, so when he took you with him for the first time (it was christmas break) you got to meet her !!

- shes a hyper little thing but so sweet, and she practically DEMANDS that reiner let her paint his nails for him 😭🤚

- you also meet her friends too !! but she tells you that the blond boy falco is her BEST best friend, as opposed to her regular best friends

- you can tell reiner is on edge during family dinners, especially the one you guys had on christmas day, and when you two get to campus you ask him whats wrong

- he tells you that his relationship with his family is a bit strained, primarily his parents

- he loves them of course !! but sometimes they just make him feel,,, not good

- but he reassures you that its okay, and that hes glad they didnt start anything when you were there

- you dont believe its okay but you dont push him

- he brushes the tip of his nose a lot, especially when hes nervous

- its not him like,, picking it or anything he'll just rub the tip with the knuckles of his index finger, he looks rlly cute doing it

- also tries to get you to go to the gym with him, bertie, and annie

- if its something youre into then great !! he keeps inviting you, but if you arent into it he gets a little sad :(

- but its okay ! you try to see him after his workouts with water and something for him to eat

- this is what makes him bring up living together

- i mean, annie practically lives with him and bertie now, whats one more person ?

- and its better because you wont have to come all the way from your apartment to his just to wait for him,,, you can be at HOME and do stuff until they come back from the gym

- it takes a little bit of swaying, but then he brings up being able to spoon him EVERY NIGHT and youre sold 😐👍

- you dont want to ogle at your bf so much,, but seeing him carry boxes from the foyer of the apartment to his bedroom where youre unpacking things is a,,, sight to see

- you asked him to just keep holding the box he had in the doorway of his room while your eyes roamed his arms and chest,, specifically his biceps and pecs

- YOU GOTTA BIG TITTY BF 🥰‼️

- he just stands there like 🙁 until he finally says "y/n please my arms are getting tired just tell me where to put it" lol No ❤️

- after you move in with him and bertie, things get a bit more cramped, specifically in reiners room

- its nothing you two cant handle, just with your things there sometimes its hard to find things, or youre bumping into dressers and tables and beds

- and lets be honest reiners room isnt even big enough for REINER

- so after a year of enduring it, you two decide to get a place of your own !!

- you got two bedrooms so one you could turn into a shared office and the other you could make your bedroom, and this makes things WAYYYYY easier

- by the time you move in youre already so close to your two year anniversary

- you dont think anniversaries are that important so you guys just went out to see a movie last year, but this year ?? reiner has something PLANNED

- and u know this bc you mightve accidentally found his laptop still open in the office,,, with "anniversary plans" written out in a google doc,,, and reiner was in the bathroom and you were nosy,,,

- so you snooped and read it all 😐🙄

- when reiner brings up youre anniversary youre distracted so you say "babe ill do what you got planned dw"

- he just looks at you like "how did you know i had something planned 😃⁉️"

- ANYWAYS LOL

- after that awko taco moment you play it off like "oh i just assumed lol" AND HE BUYS IT !! AHAHAHAHHAHA

- you two go out dressed to the NINES 🤩✨ and you had this weird night on the town 😭😭

- you guys did that food trend on tiktok where you do rock paper scissors and the winner gets to choose drinks, food, dessert etc..

- then you took everything and had a little picnic in the park, and you watched the sunset together 🤩🤚

- then he took you to a fireworks show they had near downtown, and watching the colours mix with the stars in the sky was so beautiful

- it started raining after tho 😭😭😭 and you two had to run back in the rain to the car like it was a MOVIE

- it was an unconventional kind of anniversary date but it was so fun, and reiner was so glad you enjoyed it

- then he brought up what you two would do after college

- "so,, graduation is in a couple of months, and ive already got a job set. and i dont know about you but, im staying in the city after we graduate. i just wanted to know if youll be moving out or, going somewhere else..."

- your heart BREAKS bc youre so sad hes just assuming that youll leave him after graduation, WHICH YOU WONT DO

- you have a paid internship at a facility in the city, so you tell him exactly that and that youll stay with him if its what he wants

- you can tell hes more than relieved, and get so blushy when you kiss his wet face all over

- "reiner i love you."

- HE SHORT CIRCUITS. SWERVES ON THE ROAD AND EVERYTHING !

- but he tells you the exact same thing

- "y/n i love you too."

- and he really does

ive just realized this and all of my other dating hcs arent actually headcanons so much as ideas that i put in point form 😐🤚 gotta work on that 😁👍

anyways requests open hope u enjoyed