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I think my mind is anything but too sweet🤣💔
Too Sweet
Dabi x Reader
WC: 545
A/N: have a warm up, I've been listening to Too Sweet on loop for hours.
Dabi turns the corner down a back alley, his stride near on running. But Dabi doesn’t run. He saunters without a care in the world. Sometimes he walks at mall-walker speeds if he needs to hurry, but run? No.
Even as your footsteps echo off the brick walls surrounding him, he refuses to run.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” The desperation in your voice has him pinching his eyes shut. How long is he supposed to do this? How long are you going to chase after him?
“Nothing to say, Doll.” He throws a hand up to wave you off. As if that’ll deter you.
“Nothing to say?” Your footsteps pick up speed. Dabi takes the corner, hoping to lose himself in the maze of brick that normal people won’t even look at. “You broke up with me over a text saying you were leaving the country, and then I see you a week later?!”
Dabi grimaces. That one was on him. He didn’t know how to end it, and all the stupid advice he got ranged from ‘say you cheated’ to ‘go somewhere public and end it. And he chose ghosting you after texting. Naturally, he fucked that up by wanting one last look at you, and you saw him.
You were a golden apple he couldn’t have. A ray of sunshine in his dingy world that he selfishly wanted and took. And you went willingly.
Corrupting you would have been easy; hang out with him long enough and you’d be hooked on the same shit he was, chasing the same thrills as him. A fallen angel in the underbelly of the city.
But that stupid little voice in the back of his head – some people call it a conscious? That voice told him to knock it the fuck off. But you were addictive. You showed Dabi a love he’d never had before and gave generously. He wanted more.
That was his wake up call. Drugs? If one source was cut off, he could always find more. Stealing? Not a problem. But love? He knew he wouldn’t be able to get more if you left. He could deal with withdrawal from a lot of things, but never finding the free flowing kindness only you could provide? How the hell would he detox from that?
A hand hooks his elbow and he stops. Bracing himself doesn’t prepare him for the wall of emotion that hits him like a truck. He wants to scoop you into his arms, tell you that it’s all okay now. Kiss the worry off your face. Replace it with ecstasy that only he can give you.
As much as he wants to do that, what he needs to do is taint any memory you have of him so you leave him alone.
Sometimes being cruel is the only way to be kind.
His long fingers tuck under your jaw and angle your face toward his. Thumb skimming your lips, he presses and your mouth parts to let him in. Willing. Eager. Head over heels. He can work with that.
He drinks in your face one last time, memorizing the adoration shining in your eyes like constellations. “You’re too sweet for me,” he murmurs.
Time for a performance of a lifetime.
#i’m an emotional rollercoaster#and a hardcore mess#or maybe just a mess in general#not to mention an emotional wreck#i’m blabbering aren’t i?#i’ll stop now#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader
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Super adorable!🤭🥹
❟❟mikey character analysis❜❜
!! here's my take on a relationship with mikey, what I think his type is, what he wants in a relationship/what he needs imo and overall how he'd be in one. take it as you please, either a small analysis of his character or headcanons (｡-ω-)
triggers ;; js a lot of fluff with toman!mikey, gosh I love him so much he's such a cutie, fem!reader – not physically described
word count ;; 1.5k
I feel like mikey can catch strong feelings towards someone only after a certain period of time. platonic feelings and romantic feelings are two separate things, and I think he'd have a hard time distinguishing which ones which and what he feels. he'd confuse the platonic ones and romantic ones and just think you're a very good friend to him. I dont feel like he'd ever think about his romantic feelings that much, and even if he did he'd try to hide them (let's face it he's a teenage boy I'm sure he knows what falling in love feels like, he just doesn't know how to differentiate the feeling from a platonic one), only really acknowledging them if someone else pointed them out for him (for exemple things he does or say for/to his crush). that's why I think the "childhood friends to lovers" trope is the best one for him, or at least a friend he's been knowing for a very long time, so he can actually understand his feelings.
"sharing his popsicle with his friend after a long hot day at school wasn't something out of ordinary. summer was approaching rapidly and the weather was showing it, growing hotter and hotter as the day went by, making cold sweat beads on your forehead as you tried to make some air with a book you had in your school bag. you had some time in your hands after school ended and before your english private lessons started, so you choose to hang out with mikey and draken, to mikey's displeasure. he always loved draken and [name]'s company, that's why he pleaded for the blonde to accompany him when visiting the girl, but something in him screamed to make draken leave. he didn't know why. maybe the way the taller one was digging holes in his back everytime he talked with her, or the way draken made his presence known at the worst possible times ever coughing like a grandpa or starting weird conversations about the ice cream he was eating. either way he wanted him gone now. he can go to emma, or something.. right?
"ehh, mikey, you're eating all the ice cream! leave some for me too..," [name] said as she took the sweet treat they were sharing from the blonde's hands. "but you ate your part like five minutes ago.., ugh, you know what? fine. eat it all. ken-chin can go buy me another one, right?", hearing his nickname, draken sighed as he shook his head. something's happening..
as time went on with bickering, laughs and jokes emanating mainly from mikey and [name] (seriously, draken didn't even want to be there), the sun was starting to set, which meant their fun time had to come to an end and her lessons to a start.
after hugging you tight, he looked at you waving in the distance as you tried catching the next bus. he felt a strong gaze on the side of his face, and as he turned his head he met his friend already staring at him with furrowed brows.
"do you like her?", draken asked with a sigh.
"who?"
"don't play dumb with me now."
"no I don't? what's with the question all of a sudden?"
"what do you mean 'no, you don't'?", he spat, mimicking the quotation marks in the air as he walked alongside mikey to his house. "you made me go with you to her school on a friday afternoon, ignored me half of that time and even hugged her when you met and before she left."
"pshh, that doesn't mean anything, ken-chin! she's just a really good friend," mikey shook his head, still chewing at the wooden stick his popsicle came with.
"mikey, you shared your ice cream with her. I think this is more than a friendship if you ask me."
mikey didn't respond, opting to sulk over his friend's words all night and the next day. maybe he's right? nah, can't be.."
his type can vary, all I know is for sure he just wants someone who can handle him. face and body don't really matter to him, as long as they have a cute face for him that's enough. I think for him it matters more how they act, if they can help him get better from his dark impulses and overall be there for him. this is more a headcanon than analysis but I like to think he'd date to marry, or at least he'd want that if he wasn't so busy with gang stuff.
I also think he'd want someone who can relate to him, but to an extent. he will feel uncomfortable if his lover would have the exact same problems because he's not good at comforting (that doesnt mean he wouldn't try to cheer you up tho), but someone who can relate to him can make mikey feel a bit relieved and not so alone. he'd have a hard time opening up too, so having an old friend as a lover will make him feel more comfortable. his lover will automatically be his bsf too!
he's a clingy boyfriend. let's be serious, we all have seen how he is with draken, now imagine that a 100% worse. he'd demand to be everywhere with you, at your house, at his house, park, school, class, you name it, he's with you. nothing new if you skip classes just to hang out with him, and if you don't, he'd whine about it like a child. sleepovers are a must in your relationship, but they mostly happen at his house; I like to think he can't have a good night's sleep anywhere else except his own bed, and you in his arms too? best sleep he's had in YEARS!
""mikey, move! I have to go home, it's late," you whined as you tried to move the blonde's arms away from your body. you've been trying for about an hour and got no progress. it was as if he was glued to your side. it was kind of cute, if you thought about it; he looked like a koala, holding on for dear life on a tree. but you liked koalas when you weren't the tree itself..
you went to sleep late because he wanted to finish the last season of 'the simpsons', and you couldn't go to sleep first because he liked to keep his TV on high volume. goddammit, mikey..
from what you can see from the clock on his wall it was around eleven am. you didn't have a curfew per say, you just didn't want to bother the sano's anymore with your presence; the way you screamed last night to old cringey songs with your boyfriend was probably enough for his grandpa. and besides, you wanted to study for the upcoming exams, it was a sunday after all and you dont get the heart to slack off.
"come on, mikey. wake up!" you tried to shake him off once again, but he didn't even budge.
you knew he was awake already, though. the way his eyes fluttered as he moved his irises and the corners of his mouth trembled to contain the smile that was creeping up on them gave it away. "mikey!", that's the only thing you got to say before he poked your sides, making you giggle in the progress.
"you sure are very talkative in the morning now, aren't you. yapping my ear off and I didn't even get to wake up properly," the blonde yawned, making himself comfortable on your form.
"kiss me good morning so I won't be upset all day that you're leaving so early!" he demanded, making you chuckle.
"no. your breath stinks! go brush your teeth, mikey!""
even if he acts like a kid, deep down he knows it's not safe for you to take part in his gang life, he thinks it's dangerous. he'll try and teach you some moves, just so you can defend yourself when he's not around (which is like never cause he's literally glued to your side but wtvr manjiro ( ´-｀)). if you know how to fight tho, I think that's a whole new story, more or less. he'd still worry about your safety, but wouldnt mind you getting involved.
mikey would also have a hard time opening up. don't expect him to be comfortable to show any emotions to you when you first meet him or when you guys start dating. sure he'll be always happy around you, sometimes grumpy, angry, but I feel like he'll show his "weakness" much more later, when he feels more comfortable around you and when he makes sure you won't leave him after that.
I also like to think he has the same weakness as his brother to the ladies. like let's face it, getting rejected 10 times and still going for 20.. this is what I call weakness, and since shinichiro practically raised manjiro I think he rubbed off on his little brother. the thing is, since shin is mikey's one and only exemple, I don't think he'll actually act up on it and get rejected like his big bro (I feel like he's scared of rejection and seeing his brother get it every single time it made him precautions on things like these (／。＼)).
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I’m not only in love with this man, but I also absolutely adore him!😩💕💕🫶
Ok ok ok how about a drabble with dabi and a gn s/o that wanted to be an artist before joining the LOV? They don't have much time for art anymore so instead they doodle in their notebook during meetings, usually they're lil drawings of the league members. Maybe one day dabi stumbles upon their secret sketchbook open to a page just filled with sketches of him. Like there's detailed drawings of him with lil doodles of the s/o holding his hand/kissing him and there's lil hearts everywhere and lil notes that say stuff like "I love him :)" next to them, real dorky shit. I know it's really cheesy but the thought makes me really really happy.
STOP I WISH I COULD DRAW 😅
This is so cute, this ask! Reminds me of the last one about the bookworm reader.
Spontaneous Muse-Dabi Oneshot
*Gender neutral reader (their behavior is up to interpretation; I just wrote this ask based on how I saw it), fluff, Dabi being a little shit
Tags: @mossy-opal @doumadono @the-milk-anon @dreamcastgirl99
Most people would look at you and say that you're a villain, who happens to also be a part of the LOV. And your Quirk, which allowed you to conjure up any animal you could think of (as long as they were terrain appropriate), was something that you accidentally discovered.
It wasn't your fault that you were thinking of hippos as a kid, while drawing, and then suddenly one just started a rampage, right? Which, later landed you in trouble, unfortunately.
The headache that came as a side effect, along with the hippo disappearing an hour later wasn't even the worst of it.
That, along with the scrutiny from school, and the public, led you to a life of crime.
It could be worse though. The League's base wasn't awful, but it wasn't the greatest thing ever. And they were all dangerous too. But between running from the law, attacking heroes, and trying to sleep or eat, you barely had any time to draw anymore.
Some nights, you'd stay up for as long as you could, sketching out the people in your life that you kind of had a bond with. Not exactly friends, not enemies, but close enough that you'd look out for them.
There were countless pages in your sketchbook with sketches or little doodles.
Toga smiling, her eyes lit with a maniacal glee. Compress adjusting his hat. Twice laughing. Shigaraki sitting with his legs crossed, one foot over the opposite knee, his signature hands where they usually sat on his body. Kurogiri wiping a glass. Magne dancing.
You'd even drawn a stick figure portrait of all of them, standing side by side.
But Dabi took up most of your sketchbook.
A candid one where he was sitting back on a couch, his left foot resting on the opposite knee, conversing casually with Shiggy and Compress. One of him shrouded by his flames, looking absolutely deadly but so, so stunning. Another where he was resting his arms on the side of a chair, the main focal point being his hands—scarred, slim, but so dangerous and capable of unimaginable horrors.
But the little comments you'd write around the drawings were one reason why you hoped anyone would see your drawings.
'Cute.'
'Such nice hands!'
'Ahh, I love him!'
You'd probably change your name and flee the country if you could.
You'd set your pencils down and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, your sketchbook closed on your desk.
Which unfortunately left your room open to Dabi, who was going around irritating everyone. And you were next, after Twice.
Dabi called your name, swinging open your bedroom door, and seeing your empty room. 'Hmm...' he murmured.
His eyes spied the sketchbook on your desk, along with the several sets of pencils you used to sketch.
He said nothing, only crossing over and gingerly flipping open the book, seeing a sketch of the League, laughing and talking around a fire.
He remembered that one; you all had been huddling in an alley, in pursuit of a lesser known Hero. And everyone else was cold that night.
His curiosity piqued as he flipped through the pages. Twice and Compress laughing. Toga's disguise melting away to show her smiling face.
Your art style was amazing, he noted. Realism, he'd heard it was called.
Dabi couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for something you were clearly passionate about.
His heart skipped a beat when he flipped the next page.
It was a blown out sketch of him, his flames twining around his fingers, his head slightly tilted to the left as he appeared to be staring down someone. As if they were challenging him, but he'd gladly entertain them anyway before he'd end their life.
It cut off at the chest area, but the detail you put on his collarbones, chest, face and eyes wasn't unnoticed. His eyes—he shook his head.
How were you so talented?
And yet, you managed to make him look elegant.
The next one was of him getting a kiss on the cheek from you. Another of him sitting lazily in a chair, his hands in open view—veins and all.
The tiny words next to the one where he was getting a kiss caught his eyes. 'He's so silly'
Dabi scoffed. 'Alright then, keep saying that.'
There were also little hearts scribbled around the sketches too, making him roll his eyes playfully.
'Oof I love this man!'
Warmth creeps up his face as he closes the sketchbook, leaving your room how he found it.
And just in time, because he passed by you in the hall less than a minute later. 'Oh, hey, Dabi, what's up?'
'Nothing,' He chuckled, 'I just found the funniest thing. And it's quite cute too.'
Your eyebrow raised in question. 'Okay, and what's that, Dabi?'
Should he tell you outright?
Nah, that was too easy.
'The fact that you 'love me.'' He can't contain the laughter that erupts when your eyes widen. 'You—'
'And my hands—'
'Dabi!'
The sound of footsteps running is all that can be heard throughout the base as you shout, 'Dabi, you little shit—!'
#if blue flames were a religion#he’d be my god🥹#i sounded so frickin’ sappy rn🤣#like a true worshipper omg🤦♀️😳#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers <3
1. Reading
2. Writing
3. Eating food
4. Listening to music
5. Watching anime
#i didn’t expect this😅#but i’ll gladly follow through your requests🤣#[💌] mykitty inbox#[⏳] mykitty rambles#[🙊] mykitty talks
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“JUMBO TEETH”?!?😭
smile 🎀
prncess’s note: #myfavcouplestrendeverrrr
“hi guys, so i’m here with my lovely boyfriend and i want him to explain all about how we met,” you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him straighten up from his seat and clear his throat, “ready?”
“yeah, so it was a couple years back- well 2- and i noticed her along with some girls…” as soon as he began speaking, you formed a really weird (and ugly) smile and stared at him as he spoke, “..and thought she was ‘really beautiful,’ so i-,” he cut himself off, giving you a weird glance out the corner of his eye, not paying you no mind at first and continues, “i went over to her as soon as her friends wandered away and was like…” you leaned closer to him with the same uncanny smile, “ ‘i think you’re really pretty and- okay why do you look like that?”
“like what?” you dropped your smile immediately, suppressing your giggles as he furrowed his brows with an odd look on his face, “you looking all weird and shit.”
“im just smiling, like…?”
“yeah but it’s…anyways, so we talking it up a bit and get to know eachother…” you repeated the same smile again and showed more of your teeth, squinting your eyes a bit and he’s looking over at you slowly, “...and she tells me she going to the same college as i go to and it was like all things was working in my favor- alright you’re really starting to irritate me.” biting your lip, you replaced your smile with a soft grin like clockwork, “what i do?”
“you keep looking at me weird! and i can’t focus when you make your mouth looks like that,” you giggled as he turns back to the camera and continues again, “so we ended up trading socials and numbers, planning to meet up more and- oh my god,”
“what noww? you gotta finish the story baby,”
“not when you look like you wanna bite me, it’s offputting.” sighing playfully, you noticed your minute was almost to an end, “look we gotta finish-”
“but i can’t concentrate, your face looks weird,.” pouting your lips hoping he’d finish up, and luckily because he has alot of patience with you, he does so he sighed deeply and continues, “and so, since the campus coffee shop was close to the dorms, i decided to walk her back and talk with her more- okay jumbo teeth you gotta stop with the smile-”
“JUMBO TEETH?!”
#i’ve never felt so offended in my entire life😩#should i laugh or should i cry?#pls help!#eren yeager x reader
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I was getting so happy for finally reading something lighthearted, but the ending just had to say that😕
dancing in the rain? - eren jaeger [canon divergence]
"you said it wasn't gonna rain!"
eren throws you a side glance, rolling his eyes in the process. "and you chose to listen."
after sticking your tongue out at him, you both turn your attention to the problem at hand. standing under the short storefront awning, you and eren hold numerous packages of bread in your arms, watching the rain pelt the cobblestones before you.
"well," he says, peering down the street. "let's go."
you furrow your eyebrows as you watch him dart through the rain and under the awning of the store across the street. having been in marley for 2 years, you've gotten used to the modern life it provided. yet you couldn't help but imagine if this were on paradis, you wouldn't feel the overpowering sense of dread in your chest.
"are you crazy?" you laugh, teeth beginning to chatter.
eren waves you over. "some say so!"
you meet his stare across the way, giggling to yourself at his brown hair stuck to his forehead.
"quit laughing at me," eren scolds before smiling widely. "you'll look worse than me in a second."
"impossible!" looking up at the dark clouds above, you raise your shoulders to your ears when you step out into the downpour, footsteps quick as you run towards him.
you knock into eren when you make it under the covering, making him look down at you. have his eyes always been this green?
"ready?" he challenges, one foot already in the rain. then, he takes off, and you're not far behind.
your laughter and squeals echo down the empty road, and eren can't help but look back at you in admiration. you smile at a family ducking for cover across from you, their bewildered expressions urging you to run faster to catch up with eren.
turning the corner into the street of eateries, eren notices the familiar tune of a song his mother used to hum when he was a child, flowing out of a nearby restaurant. eren glances over his shoulder at you trailing behind him, and then at the empty seating area outside the restaurant.
you barely notice him slowing down in front of you, staring at the ground to ensure you don't slip.
now, the suggestion may get him a punch in the arm, but it’s worth a shot. so, eren calls your name before you run into him, and you quickly slow, forehead creased as to why he's standing in the pouring rain and not running.
"let’s dance," and you look at him like he’s insane, moving to punch him in the arm. but, all he does is laugh, taking the packages out of your arms, and dropping the recently purchased loaves on one of the tables under the large awning. he moves toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you back into the rain.
"eren!" you scold, jaw slack at the discarded bread. "the others will be at your throat for hindering dinner."
"i know!" he laughs, moving his hands to your waist, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck. you shake your head, your suppressed smile finally breaking across your face.
"come on! dance with me."
and so, in the middle of the sidewalk, at 5:59pm on a sunday night, in the rain, the two of you slow dance for no reason other than to soothe the burning love you have for each other.
it is one of the last times you see him.
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Why do i keep hurting myself like this today?😢❤️🩹
SAFE | EREN JAEGER
pairing: eren jaeger × reader
cw: fluff and (mostly) angst, fear of loss/death, spoilers for the ending of the manga & anime ofc.
word count: 1.1k
masterlist: all characters
a/n: i was on the zaza (sleep deprived) while writing this, so the brief representation here of the paths is probably not the most accurate, especially given how the cabin scene in the anime & manga left some people confused. either way, hope you enjoy!
The birds chirped gleefully, flying over the roof of your cabin, their sound carrying the message that it was already morning– yet another day beginning and taking away your counted time with your lover, who lay serenely asleep beside you. You observed how the warm sunshine illuminated his face, casting a golden halo around his body that made him look angelic– it distracted you from the plans he would act out in the near future that were, in fact, the opposite of angelic. But pretending didn't hurt, and as long as you were here, you were safe.
You didn't understand the entire complexity and operation of the paths, but they were a very welcome escape for you. After all, if you were to live in reality on earth, Eren would be away from you, tormented and left alone to his own devices– instead, he built you both a home in the paths, which allowed you to run away from everything and just breathe, even if only momentarily.
As the sunlight passed between the curtains and hit his face directly, Eren slowly blinked his eyes open, looking at you.
“You should've slept some more. You seemed peaceful,” you asked, keeping a quiet tone.
“I was,” he replied, his gaze still melting into yours. “And if I got live like this by your side until my death, I'd live in peace.”
“Then don't go.”
“I don't want to go.”
“So stay.”
“You know I can't do that," he muttered. “I have to finish my plan.”
Your expression saddened as you listened to his words. You too knew he would have to leave you for his war, and you also knew you would be alone– all your comrades would go on with their lives, and you would be thinking back to the days when you lived in fear, but in love. It was a cruel reality, the one you lived in, and it was the price you paid for loving a man whose rage and determination made him a slave to freedom. You were, logically, more than aware of the fact that no matter how much Eren Jaeger loved you, he would never put a stop to his plan.
But you could always dream. Dream about a life where the titans never invaded your childhood home, or one where they didn't exist in the first place. In your dreamscape, you could both run off and get married, and Eren would build you a home even better than the one you had at the moment. You would live far away from the bustle in your hometown, somewhere in the countryside, where your days would be serene and quiet. Outside, you would gather the dry laundry with a big basket, watching your husband walk back home with a load of freshly chopped wood in his arms. Perhaps, inside your little cottage, you could find room for children of your own– a boy and a girl, much like Eren and Mikasa– they would each have different features from their parents, both in appearance and character. What would they be like? Would they be stubborn like their father, or curious like you? The possibilities were endless, and you cherished the thought of all of them. You could be a good mother, and you wanted nothing more than to be his wife someday. Maybe in another lifetime. In this one, all you could do was daydream as you mindlessly stared at the man lying next to you in bed.
You focused your eyes on Eren's hair, strands messy from the friction against your pillowcases. He looked serious today, and you moved your dominant hand up to softly card your fingers through his hair, continuing your observation of his features.
“I wish I could stop you from doing it,” you spoke up again.
“I know.” His gaze dropped down to your collarbones.
“It's unfair, you know. I should hate you for leaving me before we even got to live...” you stopped for a second, feeling a knot form in your throat. “But even if all of our friends are going to marry and build their own families while I visit your grave, I still can't hate you.”
“I'm sorry.”
“I know,” you mutter. “I just wish things had worked out differently for us.”
“I do too. You know, when we were younger, I used to think that I would kill every titan, and then we would run away together afterwards.”
Eren's eyes met your own again, and you could sense an odd feeling of nostalgia linger in the air.
“We were so naïve back then.” You smiled, remembering your past days.
“At least now I can save all of you guys.”
You stayed in silence for a moment.
“But no one can save you.” Your hand slid down from his scalp to caress his cheek.
“You've already saved me,” he contested, placing his hand on top of yours, over his face.
“Not from death.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall.
“You can't stop me from dying.” He squeezed your hand slightly. “But you have stopped me from feeling like a dead man many times before.”
You reached your limit of stoicism, and what was a threat became a reality– Your eyes turned glossy and red as tears spilled out of them and fell on Eren's thumb, which brushed under your eyes and gathered your waterworks tenderly.
“What am I going to do without you?”
“Live your life freely.”
“I don't want freedom, I want you,” you choked out between sobs.
“You'll have me for as long as we're here.”
You curled up against him, letting him run his hands through your hair while your tears dried up. Despite it all, you were still with Eren, and he wasn't going to leave you just yet– so you enjoyed his presence while it lasted, listening to his heartbeat and engraving its sound and rhythm into your brain, in hopes that you would never forget it.
The two of you basked in the morning sunlight, and lay in bed curled up together until seconds turned into minutes, and you ended up losing track of time. Not very long after your tears dried, however, you tugged at Eren's shirt, gently guiding his face until his lips collided with yours, crashing like waves in a low tide– slow but impactful. Backing out to breathe, you let your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones, drinking in the sight before you like a relic, praying that all the memories you stored would stay with you for eternity.
Eren was right. You couldn't save him, and he could not stay with you forever. But as long as you were here, in your little cabin, he would be yours, and the two of you could be happy– away from the real world and the harsh truths that awaited you. It didn't hurt to play pretend. For now, you were safe.
#why am i doing this?#not to mention enjoying this?#it’s official I’m low-key masochist#eren yeager x reader
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Now you’re just making me cry on purpose😭💔❤️🩹
”To the boy who sought freedom…goodbye.”
”Sometimes, I look into your eyes….and all I see is a little boy who mourns his mothers death. Your tears, stained red with blood…blood from wounds that should have healed years ago. How does it feel to soar the skies among the clouds? Is it everything you’d hoped it to be? To the boy who sought freedom…goodbye.”
{Happy birthday, Eren. I hope you found freedom in the sky. 3/30/2024}
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You made me cry! 😭
eren yeager welcomed death as if it were an old friend, not knowing that his true freedom awaited him. contains— childhood friends. angst. death. afterlife thing. bittersweet ending. no betas. 642words. i initially wrote this sad piece for myself but i decided to share it. enjoy.
“Eren.”
The voice reached his ears, its sweetness wrapping around him; making him feel warm as if all the world’s agony had lifted from his shoulders, as though the guilt of killing millions was long forgotten, and he was pure again—the innocent child he used to be when she was by his side, with no blood staining his hands.
“What are you thinking about?” Armin asked, noticing the look on his face.
Eren took a deep, shaky breath, looking at the endless pool of red surrounding them from every direction. “Do you think she will be waiting for me?” he murmured, the words struggling to escape his lips. “Do you think she is somewhere there?”
Armin’s eyes widened in surprise. He had thought the old Eren was gone, replaced by a heartless version. But here he was, his friend, still carrying her memory in his heart. “After all this time?”
“Always,” Eren replied, placing his hand over his heart—feeling the ache with every breath he took without her presence.
Years had passed since he lost her. Ten long years without glimpsing the eyes he adored, without hearing the sound of her laughter, without feeling the warmth of her lap where he used to rest his head under the shades of a tree—their tree.
They were young—still not understanding the meaning of love—but it was their little thing, long before Armin and Mikasa came into his life. She would wait in front of his house, bringing warm bread her mother made, and they would run to the hill and sit under their tree. There, they would laugh and play all day after gathering wood. She would twirl and dance around him—giggling and laughing—wearing her favourite dress. Oh, how much he adored that blue dress and regretted not saying that to her.
He hated himself for forgetting the trace of her face. He tried to hold onto her image, but time had blurred his memory. Each time he tried to recall a glimpse of her, it slipped further away. Yet, there was one thing he could never forget—her eyes.
“Do you think one day we will be free?” she would ask him every day. And with a nod, he would reply each time. He did it for her, or so he wanted to convince himself. She desired freedom, and freedom was what he achieved—but not for himself.
The world around him blurred as the voices of those he had killed grew louder. He saw them all, every person he had slain. Then, suddenly, he heard her soft voice singing his name as if calming him—until everything went silent.
He didn't know how much time had passed; minutes or years, it didn’t matter. Opening his eyes, he looked around—blue sky, plains of green, and fresh air, surrounding him—no walls, screams or blood. Glancing at his hands, he noticed how small they were, as if he had returned to his childhood body once again. He let out loud laughs, not quite understanding what was happening—was it relief? Would he ever find that after what he had done?
“Eren.”
Came the sweet voice he had longed to hear. He turned, and there she was—sitting under their tree, in his favourite dress—waiting for him, after all this time, yet she didn't age a day. He couldn’t believe it. He thought it was another sick dream, his mind playing on him, yet one glimpse at her eyes was enough. They were warm—too warm to be just a dream. Oh, how much he missed those eyes.
“Come,” she said, patting her lap with a gentle smile on her young face. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
One single tear escaped his eye as the boy who sought freedom ran toward his love—his true freedom.
#why do i feel so sad! 😢#the ending wasn’t happy but it’s not like he was unhappy 😭😭#i don’t know what I’m supposed to feel#eren yeager x reader
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I bet his voice is like super soothing💕💕🥹
Was rewatching season three sub where Mikey sings a little and it made me think of him humming you to sleep or humming while he thinks your sleeping
You think you’re dreaming when you hear a familiar voice humming, but you soon realize that you’re not dreaming. As you lay on Mikey’s chest, you can feel his chest somewhat vibrating from him humming. His cool fingertips drawing circles on your back, it’s kind of a habit of his to do that when you’re laying up against him and it has become very comforting to you.
You smile softly as you continue to listen to your boyfriend’s humming, but soon after he stops, “sorry.. did I wake you?” He asks in a quiet tone. You shake your head and look up at him, “no, you didn’t. Why’d you stop?” You asked, “it sounded lovely, is that a specific song? You seem to hum to it a lot.”
Mikey simply humps up his shoulders. “Dunno. Shinichiro hummed this to Emma and I.” He said, “especially Emma. She was having a hard time adjusting, so Shinichiro would hum this specific melody to her so she could fall asleep.” He closed his eyes and sighed softly, “never got to ask him about the origins of the song.” Mikey said.
“Manjiro..” you called.
“Hm?”
“Open your eyes, please.”
Mikey opened his eyes to see you smiling at him. You lifted yourself up a bit and placed your lips against his own, “hum it to me again and don’t stop until I’ve fully fallen asleep, okay?”
“Kay..” Mikey says upon you laying back down on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and began humming the sweet melody he heard so many years ago from his loved one. You happily listened to him until you drifted off to sleep, softly snoring against his chest. He hopes that this somewhat of a lullaby will be passed down to you and his children and then, to their children as well.
#it’s probably deep and smoky#the type of voice you could listen for hours and never get tired of#manjiro sano x reader
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I wanted to slap him while reading this, ngl🤭😂
I need to see 11 with eren bc he's so in love with you and can't be without you <3
11. “You’re my emotional support human, and I love you so, so much.”
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Today 9:37 PM
eren 🤍
babe
babeeee
the light of my life who brings sun to my darkest days
pookie answer me PLEASEEEEEE
You
what
eren 🤍
I love you soooo much, you wanna know why?
…
You wish you had never replied.
Because now you were hauling ass back to campus to bring your overgrown mutt of a boyfriend a bag of food (which contained more than what should be considered appropriate for a single human being to consume in one sitting), courtesy of McDonald’s. At night, you might like to add— in the middle of one of the coldest times of the year.
“Ah, babe! Over here!”
You thank your lucky stars that Eren’s chosen to study on the active floor of your university library, meaning there was a considerable amount of chatter from fellow students around him. Regardless, his loud outburst is enough to garner some half hearted glares from overworked undergraduates just trying to make it through midterm season.
You make your way to him, not failing to notice just how much brighter Eren seems to get with each passing step. You barely make it in front of him before you’re being wrestled into a bear hug and being swung side to side.
“You need to slow down on the caffeine, mister.”
“Trust me, I tried telling him already.” Jean lifts his head from the table, his hood pulled up. He looks exhausted. His eyes land on the (overstuffed) bag in your hand before they light up with interest. “What’s in there?”
“Nuh-uh, get your own food, Jean-bo,” Eren tuts.
“I’ve been helping you with your essay for the past three hours, so I think I deserve some of that,” he quips, taking a slow sip from his lukewarm coffee. It probably wasn’t his first cup of the day either. “Your writing sucks ass, by the way. How do you not know the difference between The Aeneid and The Odyssey?”
“They’re both written by some dudes from way back when. Sue me.”
“Point still stands, you’re stupid. Now give me some of your chicken nuggets.”
“No! You’re just jealous because you don’t have a hot girlfriend to bring you food.” Eren shifts his focus back to you, as if he suddenly remembers that he himself has a hot girlfriend that brings him food.
“Babyyyy,” he whines, wrapping his arms impossibly tighter around you. “I’ve been working so hard, I wanna go home.”
“You can go home once you’re done with your essay,” you counter, running your fingers through chocolate locks. “Take what you want Jean, I ordered extra anyways.”
“What the fuck, babe? You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“I am on your side, because Jean’s going to help you pass this class. Be nice to him.”
Whatever argument he racks his brain to come up with is cast aside, sighing in defeat before he looks up at you with a slight smile.
“Always lookin’ out for me,” he coos, “What would I do without you? You’re like my emotional support human.”
“Probably starve.”
“So mean,” he huffs. “But thank you for coming here. I love you so, so much.”
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Drunk Eren is soooooo cuteeeee!!💕🥹🥹
“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐘𝐘 . . .”
Eren blinked slowly as he spoke, grinning like an idiot as his glassy eyes darted across his cracked phone screen. “I love you, baby . . . love you-love you so much, baby.”
“Eren,” you frowned, pulling your blanket across your shoulders as you watched him struggle to keep his phone steady. “Are you drunk?”
Relaxing on the couch with several blankets and a bucket of buttery popcorn, you were getting ready to watch a few episodes of your favorite Netflix show when suddenly, your phone rang from an incoming video chat from Eren.
Your boyfriend was at a party — one you didn’t feel well enough to attend — and while he offered to stay at home with you, you told him to go to the gathering and enjoy his Saturday night.
So, seeing his name appear across your phone screen was jarring, and you answered with the assumption that, perhaps, there was an emergency.
But there wasn’t. He was simply drunk, and stupidly in love.
“Baby? Baby, baby?” Eren held his camera so close to his face, you couldn’t see anything except for his eyes. “Miss you so much, okay? Okay, baby?”
“You’ve had too much to drink,” you said with an annoyed tone, but a soft grin appeared across your face. You couldn’t help it.
“Hey, hey, Armin, Armin, Armin, come look,” holding the camera at yet another weird angle for a moment — you could only see his hair, neck, shoulder, and the flashing blue lights in the background — Eren suddenly pulled his best friend beside him.
Armin appeared on your screen with a shy smile and a red solo cup in his hand. Based on the soft shade of red that graced his cheeks, you could tell that at the very least, the blonde-haired guy was tipsy.
“Look, Armin,” Eren slurred, bringing himself and his friend into the frame. “Y/N’s on the-on my screen. Technology’s so fucking cool, man. There goes my baby. That’s my baby right there. That’s my baby.”
“Hi, Y/N,” Armin waved. “Where are you? We miss you.”
“I’m at home. I wasn’t feeling too good, so I couldn’t make it.”
“What’d she say?” Armin blinked slowly, looking over at Eren. It was hard enough to hear you over the loud music, and the alcohol running through his veins certainly didn’t help either.
“Yeah,” Eren responded.
He was clearly out of it.
You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Eren,” you paused. Your boyfriend brought the phone closer to his face when he heard you call his name. “Enjoy the party, okay? I’ll see you when you get home.”
“Noooo,” Eren frowned. “I wanna come home, come get me. I miss . . . I wanna come home, baby.”
“You’re so whiny,” rolling your eyes, you started to get off of the couch.
“Do something . . . ‘bout it when we get home,” with a smirk, Eren said, “come get me, I miss you.”
“I’m on the way,” you smiled down at your phone screen.
But, when you hung up — simply so you could throw on some clothes and focus on driving — your clingy, drunk boyfriend called you right back.
“Eren, I’m trying to get there. You gotta let me hang up, okay?”
“Why don’t you love me?”
“I do love you, but I gotta hang up so I can concentrate.”
“Okay, bye baby.”
The FaceTime call ended once again. But only for 38 seconds.
Eren called you again, and you answered while starting up your car.
“What is it, Eren?” tossing the phone down in the passenger seat, you started to drive. He absolutely wouldn’t let you off of FaceTime anytime soon.
“Nothin’,” Eren smiled cheekily. “Let’s watch a movie when we get home, baby. Are you on the way? I miss you.”
“I’m on the way, I promise.”
“Do you still love me?”
“Yes, Eren, I still love you.”
“Okay,” Eren slurred. “I love you too. Bye, baby.”
Once again, he hung up.
And, once again, he called you back half a minute later.
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Dream dad🥹💕🤭
✦ content: girl dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader, domestic fluff
“What are you doing?”
The words left you on a disbelieving laugh. You leaned against the doorway to your family room, eyes cast down to where your husband and three-month-old daughter lay.
Up until more recent milestones, Eren was the one invested in the baby’s toys and trinkets, not her. They wouldn’t have gotten much use if not for his insistence on testing everything out, or so he said. You’d call it his boyish sense of curiosity, something he never quite outgrew.
So, really, it should have come as no surprise when you found him adjoined your daughter on the floor, with her sprawled and sharing a corner of her play mat for her father to rest his head. Above them, a colorful arch decorated with various sensory toys—tiny rattles and shakers, crinkly plushes.
“Trying to figure out what’s so interesting about this thing,” Eren said, flicking one of the spinners.
Your daughter’s little eyes widened until you could make out the green of them, even from where you stood. Eren turned to her with delight, waiting for her reaction when he spun the ring a second time. A smile squished her cheeks and a giggle slipped past—the tiniest sound you could imagine but somehow more than enough to make your heart want to burst from your chest.
“See?” He lifted his head to get a better look at her and softly poked the tip of her nose. “What’s so funny?”
She smiled again, bigger this time, putting a cute scrunch in her nose.
“The box said it’s for zero to twelve months. I think you might be a smidge too old to get it,” you teased.
She was at that age now, rounding the corner where merely observing the world around her blossomed into reacting to it as well. You’d only known her smile for weeks, such a small fraction of your life, and already you were enamored with it, more than anything else. She was still discovering her own—sometimes crooked, sometimes not—while you strived to discover their causes. Which, more often than not, was Eren. Annoyingly so at times, but only because he absolutely ate it up.
His eyes were still fixed on your daughter, as were yours. She stuck a plump hand out to paw toward Eren’s face or hair, you couldn’t tell, but fell short—she was still tackling coordination. He hooked her hand with his finger and kissed her tiny knuckles.
You were reminded of the impermanence of the moment. It was a warm feeling, honey-colored like the ephemeral ray of afternoon sun told you sunset was near—that night was inevitable the same way tomorrow was inevitable, then the day after that. Soon enough, she would be able to grab his hair or pinch your face without falling short. It would hurt, but you would laugh anyway, and you would think back to this day.
So you joined them. You walked over and dropped to the floor. You inched your way beneath the arch, right beside your daughter, and flipped a gear until it spun, just to see what all the fuss was about.
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The “shove your face in my tits” had me giggling~🤭
moving jitters.
“babe, please.”
the quiet of your bedroom (save for the ceiling fan rattling above you) is broken by the sound of sheets rustling and your boyfriend groaning as he rolls over.
“sorry,” you whisper, quickly swiping down on your phone and turning the brightness to its minimum. “didn’t mean to wake you up.”
eren slings an arm over you. “what time is it? wait— i don’t wanna know.” he mumbles, voice thick and ragged with sleep. “why the hell are you still awake?”
your voice is meek as you pout. “looking at rugs. do you think we can get that one i showed you delivered on time while everything else is being moved in?”
“probably. but baby—“
“and should we go with the taupe and shoal colors or the olive and stone? i know our furniture is black, but the walls are white - well, more of a cream color - so maybe getting a lighter color will help balance things out—“
eren’s hand fumbles over your chest and covers your mouth with a quiet smack. “can this not wait til tomorrow..? you’re killing me. please just go to sleep.”
“i can’t,” you whine against his palm. your warm, spearmint-scented breath bounces back to your skin. “we’re gonna be moving in two days from tomorrow.”
“i know. i already paid for the u-haul.”
“yeah, but…”
the hand over your mouth squeezes your cheeks. you see eren’s silhouette rise as he clumsily props himself up on his elbows to lean over you. his hair is still damp from his shower earlier and grazes your cheeks as it flops over his eyes.
“but nothing,” he says. “we’re not gonna die if we don’t have a rug in our bedroom on day one. i promise. so play your asmr or whatever the hell you listen to, put your phone down, shove your face in my tits, and go to bed.”
an indignant huff escapes your lips before you do as he says, letting him gather you in his arms and press a drowsy kiss to your hairline as his breathing slows again.
“…eren?”
“what.”
“should we get different curtains—“
“bed.”
i’m moving and i can’t sleep and i’m seeing home improvement webpages in my dreams. also i miss eren
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I somehow fell in love with this one-shot 🥹💕💕
I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) / Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see) / I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) / Like the other girls do
eren jaeger x reader
content - alcohol consumption, hangover mention, new relationship, friends to lovers, new relationship anxiety, gn but Eren has had ex-girlfriends, comfort
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You press the shot glass to your lips, shivering slightly, the cool glass sending goosebumps down your neck. You swallow with a shudder. Vodka. Your eyes narrow, scanning across all the faces surrounding the table of alcohol in front of you—Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie and Eren.
“Eren, that was your idea wasn't it?” You ask, but you know you're right. Everyone knows that you practically swore off all vodka shots after your last disastrous, horrendously terrible hangover, but only Eren would be cruel enough to suggest giving you one despite knowing this.
The group burst out laughing, solidifying your guess as correct. Eren has an oddly sheepish look on his face, but you know he doesn't regret his choice.
“It was flavoured!” He laughs. “You love raspberries!”
You roll your eyes, and as the group disperses—your go being the last in this round of truth or dare—you move towards where Eren is standing, giving him a light shove as he watches you with a gleam in his eyes.
“How come you didn't want to answer your truth? I thought it was a fair question.” He brings his cup up to his lips, and the smell of rum and coke wafts into your face.
He looks good tonight, oddly put together and well dressed for the occasion—a party at Connie and Jean’s place. He even texted you, about 3 hours before the party started, to ask you what you were planning on wearing. You'd told him something blue, probably a navy, and here he is, wearing a navy hoodie with a pair of black jeans.
“You know damn well why Eren, it's too soon. It's bad enough Mikasa caught us making out at her party last month, I don't want everybody asking questions about our relationship yet, we've barely adjusted to being more than friends.” Eren turns towards the table. “I can't imagine getting the third degree from Sasha every time I come back from spending a night with you. I don't want to answer all the questions people have when you go from friends to more. I just want us to remain in our little bubble for a while longer, before we start talking about us with the group.”
Eren turns back to face you as you finish your mini rant, and presses a shot glass into your free hand. It's pink again. Raspberry. You wordlessly accept it, and clink the glass against the one Eren holds in his hand—his is clear, likely the unflavoured version of what you're drinking.
“Cheers!” You both say, and you grimace as you swallow your second shot of the evening. Somehow it tastes even worse than the first one, and your face contorts in discomfort as the liquid runs down your throat.
You watch as Eren takes the glass from your hand, and he places both shot glasses—now empty—down behind him without looking away from you. Something stirs in your stomach, a familiar rise of want, and you try to squash it before it can take a hold of you—the last thing you need is to sneak off to some dark corner of the house and get caught making out, again.
“I'm sorry about the question.” Eren's face is flushed, whether from the alcohol or something else you're not sure, but there's a slightly guilty tone in his voice that makes you feel embarrassed for how you reacted.
“It's okay, really, I didn't mean to go so hard in that rant. Of course it's nice that people care about us, and our relationship. I just don't want to share those moments yet, those firsts, and the story of how we finally got together. I want to keep those things to myself, for us, a little while longer. You know?”
Eren nods, and silently grabs your hand, leading you towards the edge of the room, further from the music and the shouting coming from the latest round of cards against humanity—Connie's losing.
Eren brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “We're okay you know. It doesn't matter what the others think, the teasing from Jean and Connie, it's basically irrelevant. And you know they don't mean any harm by it.”
You let out a small huff, a half laugh, and Eren swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that you hadn't even realised you'd shed.
“It's the alcohol, I'm fine.” You say, mostly to persuade yourself. The tears surprised you, and you didn't want to make it worse by acknowledging it—the anxiety of a new relationship, the fear of ruining your friendship with Eren, the worry of making the friend group uncomfortable.
“I know you're fine.” You let out a surprised spluttery laugh as Eren wiggles his eyebrows. “But it's okay if you aren't fine. You can tell me, even if it's something silly.”
You take a breath, suddenly feeling like saying anything would be enough to cause your chest to crack wide open. Your palms are sweaty, the room is practically spinning, and your lip quivers. But your thoughts have been sat, festering in your mind for long enough, their weight pressing down on your chest. You need to set them free before they burst out of you of their own accord.
“I don't wanna touch you, in front of our friends, family, in private, whenever, if there's any possibility that this isn't going to last—that this isn't going to be serious. I'm terrified of our friendship being lost. What happens if we don't make it and then we can't be friends again?” You pause, and take a deep breath. Eren's eyes are locked onto yours, and he nods almost imperceptibly to encourage you to continue. “I don't wanna be just another one of your ex-loves that you don't wanna see. I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do. I want us to last, I love being with you and I don't want to lose that.”
Eren wordlessly brings you into his arms, securing you against his chest. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, and you can feel him gently running his thumb back and forth to help sooth you.
It's a while before Eren speaks, he weighs the options in his head, trying to decide how to phrase what he wants to say. He'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't had similar thoughts—ruining your friendship was not something he ever wanted to do—but he wants this. He wants you.
“I know how you feel.” You angle your head upwards to get a better look at Eren, his arms sit loosely around your waist now. “And although I’m also terrified of losing you, I don't think I want to stop dating you because of it. I'd never want that. I love that I get to see you tonight, laughing and joking with all of our friends, taking shots and dancing with Mikasa and Sasha, knowing that I get to go home with you. That at the end of the night I'm the one that you're going to be kissing. Me.” He says the last word in a whisper, almost as if he can't believe what he's saying. “You are not like anyone else I've ever dated, everything with you is different. It's more special, and I am going to do everything I can to keep you next to me for as long as possible. Does that sound good?”
You nod, and you're about to speak when Reiner runs up to you, seemingly out of breath despite only coming from the other side of the room.
“You guys good?” He doesn't wait for a response. “It's Eren’s turn in card against humanity and Connie is getting fidgety waiting—he's a terrible loser—will you be over soon?”
Eren turns to look at you, and you smile, nodding again.
“We are on our way.” Eren says, standing up straight and giving a mock salute as if this was the most urgent situation that requires the utmost seriousness.
Reiner heads back towards the table, and Eren moves to grab your hand once again. You hold him back from following Reiner, just for a second, and place your hands behind his head. You bring his lips down to meet yours, smiling ever so slightly into the kiss. He snakes his arms around your waist, and you're unable to stop yourself from giving the hair at the back of his neck a small tug. A low groan escapes his lips, but you pull away before anything more heated can happen—you know people must be watching, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought. But you couldn't resist.
“You're pretty cool, you know that?” You say, as you walk towards the table.
Eren smirks. “I know, but you can remind me anytime.” You roll your eyes, giving him a small shove as he pulls out a chair for you to sit on.
The two of you sit next to each other at the table, knees touching, as Connie tries round after round to play the best cards he has, desperate to win the game. (He doesn't win though, Mikasa does.)
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12:46am — sano manjiro
you hated your for you page.
you hated that for some reason, your algorithm kept showing toxic relationships. from the couch guy, to the “i’m not your husband” guy and currently, you were seeing men get defensive when their partners reach for their phones.
you looked at mikey, who was silently munching on his second dorayaki, a bored expression on his face as he scrolled through the catalogue of movies to watch. his body was flat on the couch, seeming as if he melted into it.
your eyes flicked over to the coffee table in front of you, seeing his phone, screen down on top, next to the brown paper bag filled with his sweet dorayakis.
you were no insecure person by any means. plus, mikey has never given you a reason to doubt your relationship.
but there’s a small part of you that was curious to how he would react to you suddenly taking his phone.
so, with a cautious hand, you slowly creeped towards the table.
mikey, feeling movement from his side, looks at you from the side of his eye. with you being unaware that he was looking at you.
your hand was barely on the coffee table, so close to taking his phone when you feel his hand slap yours, causing you to jerk back in shock as mikey protectively cradles it on his chest.
a gasp leaves your lips, feeling hurt before you take notice of the item he was protecting.
it was a brown paper bag.
it wasn’t his phone.
it was his fucking dorayaki.
mikey’s onyx eyes darted from yours to your hand that was hovering above his phone.
his mouth drops in realization.
“it wasn’t the dorayaki you were reaching for, huh?”
you slowly shake your head.
silence.
you counted at least twenty seconds before you and mikey’s laughter filled the room.
mikey lets out a final laugh before he reaches for his phone, opens it with his fingerprint and hands it over to you.
“you know my passwords, baby.” mikey says, his attention shifting back to the show catalogue he was scrolling through.
you can’t help but smile and reach out to place a swift kiss on his cheek.
you turned off his phone, all the curiosity and doubts gone.
“it’s fine now, baby. thank you.” you say as you place his phone back and lying down on him. you hear him let out a sound of excitement as he feels your body on top of his.
his arms automatically wrap around your frame and he buries his face into your hair, nuzzling it with a content sigh.
“‘mm you’re always so comfy.” mikey sleepily says and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out of your lips. your lover always feels the sleepiest when you are in his arms, after all.
you felt bad for the people you saw on your phone, but you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt that you couldn’t relate to them.
mikey was wholly yours, and he has no problem easing your worries.
although, you should really try asking him between you or dorayaki. though, you don’t think you’re ready to hear his answer.
(he would automatically answer you. it’s always you.)
note: i wrote this under 30 minutes and running on 4 hours of sleep, could u tell
#he’s such a glutton 🤣#like a human-sized chipmunk istg#manjiro sano x reader#tokyo revengers x reader
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the orange theory
synopsis: you tried testing the orange theory with your boyfriend.
characters: mitsuya, chifuyu, baji, mikey, bonus kazutora
warnings: none!
notes: the orange theory is when you ask your bf for an orange when you can go and get it for yourself and see what he’d do. basically wanting to see his reaction when you inconvenience him. also the oranges implied here are mandarin oranges bc that’s what i grew up w and it’s easier to peel :pp anw thanks to @kakujis for entertaining this thought dump of mine ++ ur baji tag mwa
mitsuya:
“hey taka?” you asked as mitsuya hums, pushing another glass-headed pin on the mannequin he was working on.
“i think i want an orange.” mitsuya pauses his actions as he looks at you, confused. “there’s orangesh in the fridsh” (there’s oranges in the fridge.) he said, voice muffled by the few pins in his mouth.
you look down and pout, knowing that his eyes were still on you and you sighed.
“ah, nevermind then. i’ll go get it later.” you say, opening up your phone and going back to scrolling on your social media.
mitsuya raises a brow at you, a bit amused by your actions as he puts his project down.
“alright, you big baby. let’s go to the kitchen and get your orange, okay?” mitsuya says, placing his hand in front of you to take, you looked at him with a smile and nodded your head as you trailed after him in the kitchen.
you sat on the stool of the island table, gawking at how your boyfriend was cutting up your fruit. you silently admired his back, and how his arms were flexing as he chopped up the orange.
mitsuya finishes up and hands you the plates of oranges, but before you could take one, he stops your hand from taking a slice.
“wha-?” you were cut off as mitsuya grabs a slice and places half in his mouth, leaning into you.
his lithe fingers tilt your chin up and his thumb pulls your lip down. but you didn’t feel any of that as his purple eyes entranced you to a point that you didn’t realize that he pushed your mouth back into a close.
you jolted slightly as you felt the tart acidity of the orange hit your taste buds, it was only by then did you realize that the slice was no longer in your boyfriend’s mouth.
“don’t forget to chew, love.” he winked, smirking at the flustered and dazed expression that you wore.
jesus christ.
chifuyu:
when your friend sent you the video of the viral “orange theory” you merely raised a brow at the video. it was clearly scripted and it didn’t make your insides flutter or make you think “i want that!”
but when your friend clarified that the video was sent not for the intent to make you yearn for that scripted relationship, but to find out how chifuyu would respond, you couldn’t help but reply to her– a bit too eagerly– that the response will be sent within the day, you just needed your boyfriend to arrive home from his day out with his friends.
“baby, i’m home!” you perk up as chifuyu walks in your room, he smiles as he jumps on the bed, arms immediately wrapping around you tightly as he breathes you in, letting out a little happy sound once he lets go.
“welcome home, baby.” you smiled as you asked chifuyu about his day, the video your friend sent still at the back of your mind.
chifuyu went on about his day, telling you about what he and his friends did, he takes pauses in between his short stories to place a peck on the back of your hand. you find the timing to initiate the prank as he finishes up what he bought as a sweet treat in the mall.
“speaking of something sweet. i want an orange.” you say, lips forming into a slight pout and face morphing into an expression of longing, as if your whole world would collapse if you didn’t get an orange.
“an orange? what kind do you want? candied? juice? with pulp? dried oranges? jelly?-” “no, fuyu i mean just an orang–” “ooh there’s this orange popsicle that’s in the convenience store by the end of the block, i could go buy it for us, i’ve been meaning to tr–” “fuyu.” “hm?”
you smiled, feeling a bit tingly from the response that he gave, you weren’t expecting the initiative but who were you to complain?
“i just mean a normal orange.” “okay,” chifuyu smiles as he presses a kiss once more to the back of your hand and then on your cheek before hopping off the bed. “i’ll go peel one for you right now, don’t move, baby. i’ll be right back!”
god, you loved your golden retriever boyfriend so much.
baji:
to say that your boyfriend wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed would be a statement that you find yourself being amazed at how his mind works sometimes. sure. his academic intellect was… questionable but his ability to be in tune with your emotions was something no amount of academic intellect can match up to.
but sometimes, you do wonder how his mind works.
“i feel like an orange.” you say, both craving the tartness of the fruit and wanting to see how your boyfriend would react, baji looked at you as if you’ve grown two heads. his hands stopped rubbing the expanse of your arm as you both cuddled into the couch.
“what do you mean you feel like an orange?” baji was confused. “like… your mood is a fruit? is this one of your dumb tiktoks again?” you say nothing, leaving him to ramble about what you just said.
“okay, sure i’ll play along… uh… i feel like a watermelon” the snort that came out of you was something that you couldn’t control as a smile etched onto your lips.
“the fuck are you laughing at?” baji raised a brow, you shook your head before ensuring him that it was nothing. “but seriously, i want an orange.” you say after calming down.
“oh. OH. you meant you wanted an orange.” baji said as he clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “‘should’ve said so in the first place, there’s one by the fruit bowl i think.” he makes a vague gesture towards the fruit bowl that the both of you barely touched in the kitchen. you looked at him with a pout.
“what?” “you’re not gonna go and grab it for me?” you blinked your eyes, trying to appear as vulnerable as you can. baji scoffs, flicking your forehead with his thumb and middle finger before standing up.
“you’re so lucky i love you.” baji mutters, voice barely audible. “what was that?” “nothing.” he says a bit too quickly, cheeks turning to a shade of red as he saunters off to the kitchen with nothing else to say.
baji comes back with a plate of unevenly matched slices of orange. you couldn’t even complain as he shoves it into your hands and goes back to his original position with you cuddling on his side.
“thanks babe.” you chirped, reaching up to place a quick peck on his cheek, smirking at the way baji turns his head away when he blushes under your touch. “yeah whatever.”
you take a bite of the slice, your smile dropping at the different taste of the tart acidity that you were used to. upon closer inspection, you couldn’t help but call out your boyfriend’s attention.
“kei?” “what.” “this is a grapefruit.”
“oh.”
mikey:
“i want an orange.” you say, pouting slightly at your boyfriend who was watching a motorbike race on the tv.
he pays you no mind, onyx eyes intently on the speedy bikes on screen. “mikey!”
“–eh?” mikey snapped out of his trance as he looked at you with widened eyes. “i want an orange.” he blinked and his brows furrowed.
“oh yeah. we have oranges, can i have some too?” he waves you off, eyes going back to the race he was watching.
“...oh.” you say in a small voice, the drop in your voice causes mikey to whip his head towards you, a concerned expression on his face as he scans your face for your emotions.
“what’s wrong?” mikey asked, you shook your head, gesturing back to the screen. “your race is ongoing.” mikey’s brows furrowed, not taking his eyes off you, he blindly grabs the remote and turns the tv off. even though the race was live, he turned it off with zero hesitation.
“so, what’s wrong?” “i uh…” you blinked, not expecting the quick retaliation at your sign of discomfort.
“i want an orange.” “eh? i thought i told you they were in the kitchen.” “right…”
“do you… want me to grab it for you?” “ple–” “but (n/n)-chiiin, i’m so lazy.” you gave him a small frown. “okay, i’ll do–” “just stay there.” mikey huffs before he walks to the kitchen, you smiled at his retreating back, finding the dumb theory to be a success as mikey will still do whatever you asked.
a few minutes passed and there was no sign of your boyfriend. you were confused so you stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
“mikey?” you asked as you entered. you stopped in your tracks once you saw the multiple peels of oranges on the counter and mikey looked at you with a guilty expression.
“wha–” “i tasted it to see if it was sweet enough for you but… i uh… lost track.” mikey said sheepishly with a sticky smile on his face.
the situation caused you to laugh.
“it’s okay baby, it’s the effort… i guess. i didn’t want the orange anyway.” “good because we’re all out.” mikey sheepishly smiles as he walks over to pull you into a hug, placing a quick kiss on your lips, you pull away, smacking your lips together as you tasted the oranges that mikey just ate.
“you’re sweeter than the oranges, (n/n)-chin, that isn’t fair.” mikey pouts as he pulls you into another kiss. you giggled against his lips, making him smile against yours.
but wow, did that make you crave for actual oranges now.
kazutora: (vv short, just a bonus ngl)
“toraa.” you call out to your boyfriend who was sprawled beside you.
“hm?” he sleepily answered and you almost felt bad for waking him up.
“i want an orange.” you say, cuddling up to him. kazutora hums absentmindedly as his eyes open and close, fighting back his desire to sleep once more.
“go get one then.”
“you’re not getting it for me?” “huh? you’re just lying down, i was sleeping, clearly you’re better off to get it yourself.” kazutora mutters as he dozes off once more.
you frowned into his chest, not really taking it personal, he made sense but you were still a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t get up to grab you an orange.
“you know… i was just testing out the orange theory.” kazutora’s sleepy eyes looked at yours with concern. “the orange theory?”
“yeah, and you failed.” you clicked your tongue in faux disappointment, wanting to see what would happen.
“i failed?” kazutora asks, a bit shocked. you nod. “yeah, you didn’t get me an orange, that’s what the orange theory is about.”
kazutora blinks in confusion, mouth pinching up in the sides as he thought.
“wait.” your boyfriend starts.
“i thought the orange theory was eating orange peels in front of your partner and seeing how they react.”
“you thought– WHAT?”
#mikey and kazutora are just so—😩#i can’t even be mad#chifuyu is so precious tho🥺#tokyo revengers x reader
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