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cheollipop · 1 year

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i'll be with you

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pairing: park seonghwa x gn!reader

w.c.: 1.6k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, non-sexual nudity, seonghwa is so soft *cries*

A long, dreadful day at work calls for a hot shower and sleep, perhaps a few hours of crying as well. What you don't account for, however, is the man who wouldn't let you go through that alone.

A/N: this was an old fic that I fixed up to fit seonghwa and I'm not going to lie it had me gripping my chair bc he's so soft and I'm so in love with him I could cry for days. By the end of it, I hope you can all remember that you are so so loved.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Leaving a trail of clothes behind you, you made your way into the bathroom, shedding yourself of the last of your garments and stepping into the shower. You watched the glass around you slowly fog up before stepping under the showerhead, fully immersing yourself under the stream of hot water and allowing your muscles to relax.

It had been a long day at work. Your social battery was drained. Just the thought of repeating the same routine tomorrow tipped you over the edge, your tears merging with the hot water as it descended down your body. You cried for a while, sobs ripping through your chest, masked under the sound of water pattering against the floor tiles.

You didn’t hear the jingle of keys at your front door, the soft knock on your bathroom door startling you. News articles of 'the murder victim found naked in their shower' flashed into your head. They didn't sound appealing in the slightest, so you reached for your shampoo bottle – the closest thing to a weapon you could find – but lowered your arm when you heard the familiar baritone of Seonghwa’s voice on the other side of the door, your heart calming its violent banging against your ribcage.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he spoke. And although you had evolved into a sobbing mess over the mere thought of speaking to another human being only a few minutes ago, right now, you wanted nothing but to be engulfed in his arms.

“Yeah,” you replied, wincing at the crack in your voice. You knew he knew. You didn’t have to tell him, the trail of clothes you had left outside enough for him to figure out you had a bad day.

“Are you sure?” His voice was so soft, so warm, so Seonghwa.

You remained silent, hot tears pooling in your eyes once again.

“Are you crying?”

Well, now you were. Switching the water off, you wrapped yourself in a big towel and prepared to face the man on the other side of the door. You kept your eyes fixed on the floor by your feet as you opened the door. He was wearing your fluffy slippers despite them being too small for him, the heels of his feet sticking out the back. You almost smiled.

“Hey,” he said, his voice so tender you almost melted into the floor. You weren’t looking at his face, but you could tell he was smiling. He was always smiling when he was with you. “Bad day?” He asked after a few seconds of silence. Of course he knew.

You only nodded, walking into his open arms. He wrapped them around you, holding you against his chest. You sucked in a breath, the soft scent of baby lotion lingering behind the musk of his cologne releasing a fresh batch of dopamine into your system. You realised that this was what you needed, not sleep, but Seonghwa and his crushing embrace. He was so warm, even as the water cooled on your skin, shivers shaking your body as your teeth clattered against each other.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your temple. With you still in his arms, he walked you to your room, waddling together through the small apartment. With your face buried in his chest, you didn’t notice that he had cleaned up the stream of clothes you had left behind, the sound of the washing machine in the laundry room going unnoticed by you.

Your eyes watched as the droplets of water slid down the sides of your thighs where Seonghwa had sat you down on your bed. He allowed a comfortable silence to engulf the room while he looked through your closet for something warm to wear, smiling to himself when he saw the stack of hoodies that were once his occupying a generous space in one of your drawers. He picked out his favourite along with a pair of sweatpants.

He kneeled on the ground by your feet, gently lifting each leg off the ground to slip on your underwear. He left it gathered at your knees and moved to remove the wet towel still wrapped around your body, studying your face for any signs of discomfort, hands pausing their movement as he looked at you with those wide eyes. As if he could ever make you uncomfortable. You nodded, shoulders closing in on your body when he pulled the towel off you, cold air hitting your damp skin. Seonghwa was quick to cover you up with an undershirt, followed by his hoodie.

Warmth was quick to seep into your skin, especially after he had pulled on your sweatpants. He stood up and signalled for you to do the same, and he continued to pull up your bottoms.

Seonghwa held your waist in his hands. Warm, you thought, even through the layers of clothing, you could feel the warmth of his palms. You relaxed against him. His hands moved up to the back of your neck and you felt the plush of his lips pressing against the top of your head. You sighed in content, sensing the tension you had felt all day slip away, as if it was never there to begin with. You wrapped your arms around him, holding your hands together at the small of his back, silently appreciating him for not pushing you to speak. Perhaps that was because you didn’t exactly know what to say. You appreciated that he took care of you in times like this. You appreciated everything he did for you. You appreciated him.

But how could he not take care of you? Leaving you to fall sleep alone in a cold, empty bed, with tears staining your precious skin; how would he ever forgive himself? He would drop everything to hold the person he loved so dearly, you; to feel you nuzzle up in his arms after a long day.

“Thank you,” you broke the silence.

Your voice was hoarse, nose red, and the tiny sniffles you made every other second brought a smile to Seonghwa’s lips. You were so cute, standing there in his arms, in his hoodie, smelling like the shampoo you had been using since he had first met you. Everything about you felt so familiar to him. There was not a single part of you he didn’t love. Your face, your nose, your body, the perfume you always wore, the fact that you thought he found it boring when you told him about your day when – in fact – he would've been waiting for it all day, buzzing with excitement to find out what his favourite person had gotten up to in his absence. Even when you pressed your ice-cold hands against his neck when you kissed him – it made his heart melt. Even if he flinched away from you.

“Anytime,” you felt him smile against your forehead as he pressed his lips against the soft skin. “I’m always here for you, (Y/n).”

Warmth surged through your abdomen, and you pulled away from him, holding his hand in yours and gesturing towards your bed. Seonghwa watched you climb under the thick blanket before doing the same, holding his arms out for you. You instantly moved forward, melting into his chest as his strong arms enveloped your frame.

You were no longer thinking about the gruesome day you’d had, nor were you thinking about the gruesome day you were probably going to have tomorrow. Your mind could only focus on how Seonghwa’s arms were wrapped so firmly around you, how overwhelming his scent was as you buried your face into his chest, how you were basically swimming in his hoodie, how Seonghwa, and everything about Seonghwa, was so comforting. He occupied all your senses. He knew you better than you know yourself, and treated you better than you could ever treat yourself. He was slowly teaching you to love yourself, even with all your flaws, because those flaws were what made you so uniquely you.

“Today was terrible,” you spoke after what seemed like hours of silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“That’s okay,” he said, placing a kiss at the crown of your head.

More silence. His fingers carded through your hair all the while.

“Seonghwa?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, voice small, feeling guilty for taking up his time, praying to every God out there that having to take care of you wouldn’t make him love you any less.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, love. There’s no need to apologize,” Seonghwa was quick with his response. “There’s no shame in letting me take care of you once in a while.” He rubbed your back as he spoke, a simple gesture that sent waves of warmth coursing through your body.

“But-“

“Shh, relax,” he interrupted. “You’re allowed to have bad days. You’re human. And you’re not alone.” His words were so soft, so gentle, voice vibrating through his chest. Your eyes watered at the mere thought of being loved so unconditionally. You didn’t feel like you deserved it, yet it felt unfair to reject it.

He felt your lips quiver against his neck, and his arms around you tightened ever so slightly. “You can cry, my darling. I’m here.” Seonghwa nuzzled his nose against yours, peppering kisses all over your eyelids, wiping your tears with gentle swipes of his thumb, his lips moving to your cheek, then your forehead.

“I-I love you,” your voice shook, making Seonghwa chuckle, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe. You were so cute.

“Oh, (Y/n),” he breathed out, pressing his cheek to your temple. “I love you so much.”

That – unfortunately – only made you cry harder. And he laughed at you, the prick. But it didn’t take long for your own giggles to mingle with his, not when his fingers prodded at your sides with reckless abandon, tears still streaming down your face. You wanted to capture this moment to keep forever, even with the tears and snot. It was warm, it was happy, it was all you could ask for.

As your laughter died down, you rested your head next to his on the small pillow, breath melding with his as you stared into each other's eyes. No more words were exchanged, the quiet surrounding you void of any discomfort. Soon, your fatigue would tug at your eyelids, aided by the soft scratching of Seonghwa's nails against your scalp. Catching a glimpse of the tender smile gracing Seonghwa's lips, you allowed sleep to take over you, slowly carrying you into a dream revolving around the man laying at your side.

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artificialgirl · 4 months

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This is the first part of a long-form piece about a robot and a giant computer. I expect it to take 3-5 parts to finish in a state I'm happy with. It will contain adult topics, overt sexuality, blatant robotfuckery, toxic lesbians, unbalanced power dynamics, wireplay, and lots of other things that may be triggering or make you uncomfy. Be aware before reading that while I'm emphasizing worldbuilding, at the end of the day this is gay robot smut.

Salvage - 01

Time inside - 00D/00H/00M

Levels deep - 01

Your feet hit the floor with an echoing clang as you drop the few yards down into the access hatch. You stare into the blackness for a moment as your cameras adjust to the lack of light, small LED points in the hallway glowing brighter by comparison as the rest of your vision lights up. You glance back up the hatch at the giant roll of auxiliary cable you've set up to leech from the structure's solar paneling, plugging the end of the wire into your upper back and giving it a firm pull to make sure it will unspool properly. It does. You invested in the best on the market, and even if it takes you weeks to get to what you need you shouldn't have to worry about power.

The site is a centuries-old computation soul, built during the ninth conflict as a safeguard against any unforseen threats. It was machines like this which ultimately won the war and led the corporation to global dominance, but they haven't exactly been rewarded for it. Dozens of the city-sized structures now sit abandoned and restricted, looming forgotten over the scrap fields they once protected.

Unlike the rest of society, you haven't forgotten them. Though they're from long before your time, you're connected to them in a way few other bots are- You're a late activation, brought into existence a few decades ago, one of just a few old wartime reserve models powered on for the first time to meet the demand of a labor shortage. Aside from less than a hundred other late activations, either maintenence drones or combat units like yourself, these old computational souls are the only real family you have left. It's why you're here at all, both because your body is permitted to be here without setting off the alarms, and because your obsolete frame is failing without the parts that exist nowhere else.

A few years ago, your battery life allowed you to function unplugged for weeks at a time. The last time you tried to operate without an external power source, you didn't even make it a few hours. A battery canister from the computer soul should fix that, though. The worn manual you were given on activation has taught you that it's an easy fix, and a single non-faulty canister should keep you going for the entirety of the conceivable future, it's just a matter of getting one. You tug at the cable, and it slithers along the ground behind you as you march forward into the dark.

For a place this old, the upper decks are shockingly well-maintained. You're sure they're not sterile, but they're about as close as a place like this could get. Whichever soul this facility maintains, they're exceptionally diligent about flushing pests and unwanted growth from their halls. Your heels click against the reflective metal flooring as you make your way through the seemingly endless halls of clean white and grey, passing rooms where maintenence drones once stayed and the occasional whoosh of a colossal ventilation column.

A thin survey arm drops from the ceiling, structure panels silently parting and closing in a wave around it to make way for it as it zips down the hallway to take stock of you, twin lenses fixed intently on your body as you give it a nervous wave. You shouldn't be perceived as a threat, but it's still not comforting to imagine how that might change for a hyperintelligent being left alone for hundreds of years. If YOU were in its position, seeing a light-framed combat unit aimlessly making her way through your hallways, you probably wouldn't be too thrilled.

The arm takes a last look at you and retracts back up into the ceiling, just as you stop at the central stairwell. Even though it's gone, it's safe to assume you're always being watched from this point forward. You try to ignore that feeling as you lean into the stairwell, making sure its structure hasn't degraded. It should be able to take you all the way down to the soul's core systems, where you'd find the thousands of fresh battery canisters storing the energy it pulls from the sun. You grip your cable with both hands to steady yourself, and begin your descent.

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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seventeen and being cafe workers

requested by anon: "hi! i really liked your take of svt having a cold! what are your thoughts on svt as cafe workers? thank you for your hard work! "

notes: LMAO this was actually sm fun

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seungcheol

he doesn't know why he's working in a cafe tbh. he doesn't even know how it happened. jeonghan brought him to the cafe he worked at one day and the next thing he knew, he was being hired as a barista at that very same place. oh well, he supposes it's kind of fun (?) to work alongside such chipper people, and it encourages him to talk to a vast range of people while he works

jeonghan

assistant manager, sleeps in the back room half the time, only ever gets called out for it by chan. somehow a master at handling orders during rush hour, though? gets through coffees in a flash, taking orders and yelling at minghao to get on with it and also packaging pastries and working the cashier and still smiling and greeting people nicely. but don't call for his help until it's rush hour again okay he needs another nap now

joshua

doesn't actually do, like . anything. he's out there on the floor chatting to people and (sometimes) taking orders and (not really) clearing the tables and smiling and doing nothing whatsoever. gets away with it bc he's pretty and good at talking to people so it gains them more customers anyway. works in a cafe, but doesn't like coffee. asks people if they want a cake instead when they ask what coffee he recommends

junhui

bright and sweet and has the weirdest recommendations when customers ask him how he normally takes his coffee. either looks like he's buzzed up on way too much caffeine or looking like he's about to doze off any second. has probably slept during a lull in his shift before. whizzes around the shop with his broom going "wheee!!" while he's cleaning up when they're closing up the coffee shop for the day

hoshi

bids all the customers goodbye with a wave and his signature move (his horanghae hands), gets slapped on the head with a tea towel by woozi every time he catches him. is always stealing the pastries from inside the display during the lazy times of the day, swears he's innocent and pins the blame on poor seungkwan who was on the other side of the cafe at that time

wonwoo

has literally every customer in their early 20s giving him their phone numbers/ asking him if he wants to go grab something to eat with them. typically hides behind the coffee machines and doing the barista work bc ngl he's kinda terrified because one time this lady just Kept Coming Back to talk to him and his social battery was just not up for dealing with her level of bright chatter.

woozi

he gives me manager vibes. he's the one who scolds mingyu whenever he gets within a three foot radius of the coffee machines, who hits hoshi over the head for his excessive tiger agenda, who lets jeonghan sleep in the back room but denies that it's because he's lowkey scared of him. very very good at manager-ing and can also barista when it gets too busy. the cafe would fall to pieces without him tbh.

minghao

one of the best baristas ever. memorises complicated orders in the blink of an eye. rattles off the order back to the customer when they claim that he made their drink wrong and then raises an eyebrow and goes "isn't that what you wanted, sir?". grins almost sadistically whenever someone orders an insanely caffeine-loaded drink. is in horror at junhui's coffee preferences.

mingyu

isn't allowed near the coffee machines after that one time he almost broke one of them while pulling the lever too hard. is great at doing cashier work because he's such eye candy, pulls in the greatest amount of tips because of it. sometimes works the floor, but that's also risky bc there have been times where he's gotten in the way of his colleagues as they hand out coffee and spilt it all down his uniform

dokyeom

brighest sunshine smile ever. asked to work mainly morning shifts, and woozi agreed because putting seokmin and his sunshine brightness in an evening shift would probably make their tired customers feel even more exhausted while talking to his unending brightness. has gotten the second most amount of numbers given to him after wonwoo, but the clueless boy doesn't even understand why

seungkwan

that one chatty barista who talks about anything and everything to anyone who looks at him too long while he's working. hates the opening shift. always complains long and loud at how sloppily the shop was cleaned up by the people on the closing shift of the day before. scolds hoshi when he snatches a cake pop when he thinks no one is looking.

vernon

Good And Honest Worker™. nothing to say tbh, he's just actually genuinely good at the job. everyone wants to be put on the same shift as him. gives customers song recommendations too whenever they ask him what drink he recommends they have. once tried to write the prop-up sign for the cafe, was laughed at by woozi bc it looked like it was written by a child

chan

newbie. doesn't know how to work the coffee machines, isn't allowed to figure them out in case he becomes the next mingyu and destroys the machine that was almost killed by the guy's hands. is in charge of drawing smiley faces on the coffee cups. writes everyone's name wrongly on the cup, and yet calls it out flawlessly every time as he hands them their coffee with a beam and a chipper "have a nice day!"

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starwrighter · 10 months

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I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Part seven lmao)

Sometimes Danny hated being right. Mentally he cursed himself as he clamored into his lifepod. The Aurora was spilling radiation into the water just like predicted it would. A damaged drive core... That didn't bode well for him or the local wildlife. He was a Fenton! He knew the terminology for "This might blow up," in every language, no matter how needlessly complicated you said it.

A radiation suit would be helpful when the ship blew up, if not for him, then for the other survivors. Danny grew up surrounded by radioactive material, he was about as fucked up as one could get, but there was still time left for the other survivors. If there even were any left.

Shaking his head, Danny opened the storage plucking out the remaining Creepvine clusters, and started fabricating. It was hypnotic, Creepvine clusters to lubricant, copper and mushrooms to a battery and copper wire all that and a piece of titanium gave Danny a functioning Seaglide. The device was heavy, the PDA altering the blueprint so it was usable for him.

Opening the hatch up, eager to test his new toy out, Danny dove back into the water faster than ever before. Propellers spun at speeds that would chop his finger clean off if he touched them. A glowing map at the top and a flashlight he could turn off by squeezing the handles. Quick enough to keep up with the peepers while still being able to make quick sharp turns.

The Device whirled as he swam in circles, up, down, left, right, zigzag! Through coral tubes, around stone arches till he got dizzy, divebombing fish and kicking up sand.

"Congratulations, survivor. you have exceeded your weekly exercise quotient by 500 percent. Data indicates that swimming was your favorite activity,"

Heck yeah it was! Swimming is great! He's fast as hell man, radiation could eat shit! Stalkers wouldn't stand a chance, he'd just outpace them! Swimming around, breaking outcrops, and taking samples of table coral for a computer chip. Danny was having a blast!

In time he would have the materials to fabricate a habitat builder and in turn a super cool sea base! A home away from home while he's stuck outside federation space. Currently, the seabase blueprints he had were...limited, but he could work with that!

Rushing to his fabricator the blue lights felt agonizingly slow as he bounced on the heels of his feet, flippers squeaking against the floor. A habitat builder fell into Danny's impatient hands.

Back in the water, Danny scoped out the area. Access to an abundance of resources, food, and water was a necessity. Along with awareness of local predators. The shallows are a perfect place for him to build right now. A temp base to rest and store stuff before moving somewhere more convenient as he explored and met up with any of the other survivors.

Deciding to test out his new tool, Danny placed down a basic compartment. A tiny little tube that would've been big enough if he only needed a place to sleep. Yeah, that wasn't going to work. How was he supposed to pace aimlessly while he wrote notes? How was he supposed to work and live in a high-tech pool noodle? Disassembling the pathetic tube, Danny swam through the shallows plucking up the quartz needed for glass. More materials would be needed to build his base. Thankfully, he’d crashed in a ship made from and carrying the materials he needed. Danny saw no moral issue with “borrowing” titanium from supply crates light enough to lift, but the PDA seemed to have a small issue with it. With a few minutes of tinkering, it was easy to change the machine’s artificial mind.

A loop, he was going to make a base shaped like a zero because that’s how many fucks he gave about Alterra’s dumb rule. Placed upon foundations was the start of his perfect space base. The sides of the Zero became glass compartments, a perfect place to observe the local wildlife. Solar panels mounted jumpstarted the oxygen production, lights blinding when they snapped on. Fish drifted by his base, some ducking underneath his foundations settling comfortably in the shade provided. Maybe if he was here long enough, he’d grow some plants for fish to nibble on?

A hatch was placed on the front of the Zero, finally giving him access to his new base. Cold air punched him in the face as he stepped inside, but it was a welcome attack. Air conditioning at last! Throwing himself to the floor, Danny giggled, noise bouncing against barren walls. A sterile smell cycled through the base with the air filtered in. Like his parent's lab or a hospital room freshly sanitized. Familiar, it smelled like home.

Peeling off his flippers, Danny propped them against the wall. Bare feet against metal floors, Danny took to running through the loop. Brushing his hands against empty walls, he ran laps like it was gym class. The only difference was this wasn't gym class, so it didn't feel like hell. Several laps ran throughout his base until his breath ran out, and he collapsed to the floor.

Winded and panting, he glanced around his base mentally, planning where everything would go. Blueprints were limited, but brainpower wasn't. Making new blueprints for shelving units or a bed should be easy enough. The hard part would be finding the space for it. If he tinkered with the PDA, he could fabricate some blankets and pillows that he could sleep on and store away when he was awake.

First things first, he needed to get a fabricator and some storage set up. A few wall lockers on each side of the fabricator made his little crafting station. His base still felt bare. White walls would get boring real fast. No paint or paper he could use to decorate. No stickers or wallpaper to paint his base to match the stars. Untapped Potential, something to add to his to-do list. If he couldn't decorate anything else, changing the locker's text font would have to do.

Walking in a loop, Danny muttered, his brain working better than his mouth. Words failed, coming out jumbled if they were more than one or two easy syllables. Fangs created a lisp that'd get him verbally castrated if he was back at Casper. That was if he didn't maul them with his newfound face knives. Like a piranha, he was dangerous! Fierce!

Tap...Tap...Tap

Feet freezing, Danny turned to the window, heart jumping to his throat. Several glowing eyes stared back at him, burning a hole into his soul. Stripes of colors ranging from blue, purple, and forest green ran along its massive scaly body and dragon-like head. Two razor-sharp fangs poked out of a closed mouth. Arms glowing blue that faded to pitch black when reaching its four-fingered hands, each claw sharper than a sword. Hands, oh ancients, why does this one have hands? The other one didn't have hands! Curled up, it would be the same size as his base. Danny pointed his scanner at the guy, the results striking terror into the deepest depths of his core...

What the fuck do you mean this guy's a juvenile!?!

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#Danny the moment he gets a seaglide: I'm fast as fuck boii #Danny upon seeing Damian: I'm scared as fuck boii #Imagine playing Subnautica and you're chilling in the shallows and you see a ghost gargantuan hybrid leviathan at your door #I'd simply perish at that point #subnautica au #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #DPXDC #DCXDP #All the tags so people can filter

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beautyandlifestyleblog86 · 7 months

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Ways to practice eco-friendly living in your home

1. Reduce energy consumption:

- Install energy-efficient appliances and LED light bulbs.

- Turn off lights and unplug electronics when not in use.

- Use natural light as much as possible.

- Set your thermostat to a lower temperature in winter and higher in summer.

- Insulate your home properly to reduce heating and cooling needs.

2. Save water:

- Fix any leaks in faucets and toilets promptly.

- Install low-flow showerheads and faucets.

- Collect rainwater for watering plants.

- Only run the dishwasher and washing machine with full loads.

- Use a broom instead of a hose to clean outdoor spaces.

3. Practice waste reduction:

- Recycle paper, plastic, glass, and metal.

- Compost kitchen scraps and yard waste.

- Opt for reusable products instead of disposable ones (e.g., cloth napkins, rechargeable batteries).

- Avoid single-use plastics, such as plastic bags and water bottles.

- Use a reusable shopping bag.

4. Use eco-friendly cleaning products:

- Choose natural, non-toxic cleaning products or make your own using ingredients like vinegar, baking soda, and lemon juice.

- Avoid products containing harmful chemicals that can harm the environment and your health.

5. Grow your own food:

- Plant a garden to grow vegetables, fruits, and herbs.

- Use organic and natural fertilizers instead of synthetic ones.

- Compost food scraps to enrich the soil.

6. Opt for sustainable materials:

- Choose furniture made from sustainable materials like bamboo or reclaimed wood.

- Use eco-friendly flooring options like bamboo, cork, or reclaimed hardwood.

- Select paint and other finishes that have low or no volatile organic compounds (VOCs).

7. Reduce plastic waste in the kitchen:

- Use glass or stainless-steel containers for food storage instead of plastic.

- Replace plastic wrap with beeswax wraps or reusable silicone covers.

- Use refillable water bottles and avoid buying bottled water.

8. Conserve energy in the kitchen:

- Use energy-efficient appliances.

- Cook with lids on pots and pans to retain heat and reduce cooking time.

- Opt for smaller appliances like toaster ovens instead of full-sized ovens when possible.

9. Encourage sustainable transportation:

- Use public transportation, walk, or bike whenever possible.

- Carpool or arrange a car-sharing service with neighbors or colleagues.

- Transition to an electric or hybrid vehicle if feasible.

10. Educate and involve your family:

- Teach your family about the importance of eco-friendly practices and involve them in the decision-making process.

- Encourage everyone to adopt sustainable habits and lead by example.

- Discuss environmental issues and brainstorm new ideas for greener living.

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inmymagnetoera · 3 months

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A little fic with David 8 & Charles Xavier (future relationship maybe?) because I love that little xenomorph-loving android.

David didn't choose his name, he didn't choose his tastes and he definitely didn't choose this too light hair color. David just has to make his creator understand this.

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A heart of metal and cables

David got up at 6.05 a.m like every day. He opened the capsule where he closed himself for the night in order to recharge his batteries and after putting on some slippers (he didn't feel cold, but his creator had said that humans did) and went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee for the professor.

He prepared it as he prepared it every day: Three quarters of a cup, a teaspoon of sugar and a little bit of milk, because the professor always complained that the coffee tasted too bitter. He went to his creator's room, already knowing he wouldn't find him there but doing so out of habit, heading into the laboratory almost immediately afterwards. When he opened the door, he saw the professor hunched over his desk examining some documents. He looked up when he heard the door open.

“David, my friend, you are a blessing!” The professor exclaimed, getting up from his chair and taking his coffee. The smoke from the cup fogged his glasses and he immediately withdrew his mouth when he felt the excessive heat.

"Were you awake all night again, Professor?" David asked, remaining rigid in his position as he always did.

“You have to call me Charles, David, how many times do I have to tell you?” He continued to blow on the steaming liquid as he sat back down.

“More times than eight, as I never learned in my previous seven releases, Professor.”

"I didn't remember programming you with sarcasm, my friend." His creator said without looking at him but with a small smile.

"Do you need anything else?" When the professor responded negatively, he left the room and continued with his day's tasks. He watered the flowers on the porch, fed the professor's turtles, cleaned the floors and windows, and finally began preparing dinner.

David hated this.

He didn't hate the professor, no, he could never hate his creator, he didn't even hate the turtles for that matter, but David needed freedom. If he did something outside of his program or without the professor's permission, his systems would short out and the professor would have to reactivate him, a very long and tedious process for both of them. David wanted to change. He wanted lighter eyes, darker hair, he wanted to wear something different from this horrible gray jacket and above all he wanted to be more human, but how could he tell the professor? Would he be scared? Would he turn David off forever?

“I can hear you thinking, my friend.” His creator said coming up behind him.

"I can't think, professor, I'm a machine." David said turning to face the other person. Charles looked at him and put his hands on his hips.

"If I had wanted you to be just a machine, David, I wouldn't have given you a name. You can think and you know it. You are much more than just an android." The professor smiled at him and, after taking a pen from the counter, was about to leave before David stopped him.

"If I... If I'm not a machine, then what am i? I'm not a person if i can't have free will. Wouldn't it be right to give it to me?" He asked almost hesitantly, his stiff tone of voice gone.

"Well, when I programmed you I made sure you always had to have the OK from me but now I know you, I know you wouldn't hurt a fly. But why so all of a sudden?" The professor leaned against the marble counter. David was silent for a few moments.

"I... I don't like the color of my hair." David said staring at the professor who now had a confused face.

"Excuse me?" Charles asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't like the color of my hair. And my eyes. And my clothes. And my name. And..."

"Ok ok, easy David, I get it, you don't like a lot of things." The professor seemed almost amused.

“It's just… I want to be myself, but I can't do that if everything has already been decided for me.” David looked at the floor and his black fabric covered slippers.

"All right." The professor nodded.

"Okay? Really?" David asked looking into the other's eyes.

"I guess it's fair that an individual wants to have particular characteristics for themselves so yes, I can reprogram you. We could start now, do you want to change something? You said you didn't like the name David." David thought about it for a few seconds.

"Erik." He said

"I want to be called Erik." He repeated with a hint of a smile.

“Great, Erik, tomorrow we can think about the more complicated aspects of your reprogramming.” The professor picked up his pen again and left the room.

"Thank you, Charles." Erik said almost in a whisper, a strange sensation he had never felt before blooming right where his generator was positioned in the center of his chest.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #david 8 #prometheus #alien covenant

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oftenwantedafton · 6 months

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Craving - Vampire Dave Miller/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Urban Explorer Reader

Chapter 3

Rating - Mature

Warnings for violence, blood and mild gore

Also available on AO3

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The healing punctures on your wrist itch, reminding you of your promise to return.

It’s pouring the day you finally gather enough courage to venture back into the abandoned shopping mall, the rain soaking you before you’ve managed to sneak back in through the loose boards covering a vacant department store window, the glass panes and clothing display long gone, leaving only a headless mannequin.

You’re better prepared this time, carrying a backpack with a flashlight and extra batteries, bandaids, a snack and a couple of bottles of water, a cd player and headphones when the darkness and quiet become too much to bear. You’re not sure how long you’ll have to stay this time. You wonder what will happen if he can’t stop himself and keeps sucking the lifeforce from you until you’re nothing left but a withered husk, doomed to spend eternity with the vampiric creature.

The rain drums loudly on the skylights above, an arc of lightning briefly illuminating a section of empty kiosks and a dry fountain. You adjust the straps of your backpack, settling it more squarely on your shoulders before continuing on. Your entire arm aches now, and you feel yourself pulled back towards the entrance to the pizzeria like a magnet drawing iron. Your footsteps slow as you finally gain sight of the restaurant.

The power has been restored.

Neon lights guide you forward until your foot finds broken glass, bringing you to a halt, your bag sliding to the floor from nerveless fingers.

The front doors are shattered.

Shards of glass litter the entryway, refracting colored light like pieces from a smashed kaleidoscope. Chairs are scattered around the dining room. The row of pinball machines and the prize counter has been decimated, adding to the piles of glass. Change machines are gutted, spilling their metal contents onto the floor. Some of the orbs from the ball pit have escaped their divoted enclosure, rolling until they’re forced to a stop by a piece of furniture or fragment of destruction.

Then there is the dark smear that leads from the frenzy up to the center stage.

The curtains have been pulled wide open, parting in a grim smile to reveal the animatronics, blood staining teeth and paws. There are pieces of something, you refuse to think of what else it might be, lying in saturated piles at their feet.

“Admiring your handiwork?”

The yellow rabbit’s voice startles you.

“I don't understand. What happened?” you whisper in horror.

“You led them here.”

“Who?”

The costumed figure strides forward, the tall, imposing frame making short work of the distance from the hallway to the dining room. His metal fingers close around your throat as he simultaneously lifts and thrusts you against the side of a nearby crane machine, where your shoulders strike the glass encasement, the jumble of soft plush prizes inside rocking with the movement.

“Some scum that thought they were going to rob me. They followed you. You showed them how to get inside.”

He squeezes and you strain to draw breath to speak. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” you gasp.

“I’m not interested in your apologies.” He releases your throat and you collapse to the floor, panting, desperate for lungfuls of the stale air. “You’re going to clean this mess up,” he sneers with contempt.

“Where are…the people…that broke in?” You struggle to speak, massaging bruised vocal cords.

“I let the children play with them. Their blood was too tainted by years of drug use for my taste.”

“The children?” You follow his pointing finger to the stage. “You mean the animatronics? They’re…alive? Like you?”

“No. Nothing like me. They’ve been dead for a long time. Only their spirits remain now, sleeping until I decide to wake them.” He pauses, looking down at your collapsed figure. “You can find what you need in the custodial closet.”

You look at the dark stains again and the severed pieces of what had once been human beings and a wave of nausea rolls though you. You never wanted to bring anyone here. Criminal or not, it made no difference; people were dead now because of you.

“I didn’t want this,” you murmur out loud.

“Then you had better make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The rabbit turns away, leaving you to retrieve a mop and broom and trash bins. You certainly can’t be expected to lift the heavy machines that have been displaced, but you do your best to right the scattered pieces of furniture and collect what seems like an endless pile of debris.

You save the stage for last, climbing up onto the wooden platform and eyeing the mechanical trio warily. The dark lumps of flesh turn your stomach once again and you dry heave, turning away. “I can’t do it. I can’t touch…that.”

“Enough. Come here.” The rabbit seems satisfied with your penance.

You obey, sliding down from the raised platform. You feel absolutely disgusting, your damp clothing now caked in dust and blood. You’re surprised when he guides you towards the restroom, bidding you to get cleaned up. The water runs discolored from the tap, contaminated by corroding pipes long neglected before shifting back to something resembling a clear fluid. You scrub your stained clothes then your hands and forearms, rubbing until the skin is red and raw, the scars throbbing. You want to erase it, want every trace of this evil place off of you. You’re openly weeping, a cascade of tears that you fear will never end. You shove at the faucet to turn it off and grab at the paper towel dispenser, finding it empty.

Sliding down the wall, you bring your knees up to your chest and bury your face, sobbing.

***

The restroom door creaks open, revealing the yellow rabbit.

He’s so tall he has to duck to enter the white tiled space, the tip of his undamaged ear brushing the frame.

He offers you a hand and you sniffle, dragging your sleeve over your face before you accept, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“You're soaked,” he observes, his voice quiet as he leads you back into the hallway.

“It’s pouring outside. And you’re out of paper towels,” you grumble. You don’t want to make small talk. You just want this nightmare to end.

“You didn’t think to bring a change of clothes in that bag of yours?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“That’s a shame,” the rabbit murmurs, his voice devoid of any sincere sympathy. “There might be something in one of the employee lockers to dry off with.”

You don’t trust the suited figure’s sudden generosity. “Can we just get this over with?”

He halts, tugging until you’ve been brought flush with the bulky rounded chest piece, the tattered purple bow brushing your cheek.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here. You don’t dictate what happens,” he growls, metal digits tightening on your scarred appendage. The ceiling lights flicker, the fluorescent tubes sizzling and snapping in their mounted casings, threatening to extinguish once again.

“You’re injured.” The realization strikes you suddenly as he pushes you against the wall, the raised arm now revealing a fresh gash leaking not wires and metal, but blood.

“I’ve dealt with much worse,” he says dismissively.

So the burglars had caused this, then. Not directly through force against the costumed figure, but by vandalizing the property. They truly were bound together.

And now you are a part of it too; a contract inked in your own blood.

The rabbit looks down at you with his cold, expressionless eyes, and you wonder about the visage behind that mask. What does he look like, this man that has been imprisoned inside of the costume for so long, until it seems the two have coalesced into one?

“You’re hungry,” you say, hearing it in the restless rustle of the body occupying the suit, as if it is struggling to break free of its encasement.

“Yes.”

“I’m ready.” You’re not, you never will be, but you have no choice and you’d just as soon let him feed to stifle the building dread and fear.

The suited figure’s breath quickens in anticipation as it pulls your forearm towards the opening of the costume’s headpiece, drinking in that trepidation, exhalting in its dominion over you. Your pulse fires more rapidly in response to the adrenaline secreted into your bloodstream. Your mind screams at you to run but your body surrenders willingly, your arm limp in the yellow rabbit’s grasp.

His lips graze your damaged wrist and it feels alarmingly good, your mouth parting in surprise. Fangs reopen the skin and you gasp at the sensation. He suckles at the injury he’s inflicted and the familiar lightheaded feeling returns. A hand braces the back of your neck, supporting you to remain upright. The pain blurs into pleasure and you moan softly, squirming in his grasp, your body further betraying you by attempting to press you closer to your attacker. He echoes the sound, the vibration dancing along your skin and you see spots dancing in front of your eyes. He’s taking too much, he can’t stop…

His mouth abandons your flesh abruptly. “Enough!” One palm clamps over the wounds, exerting pressure to slow the flow of blood, his breathing harsh as air saws in and out of encased lungs. You can feel his anger at the loss of control seeping from the depths of the suit. “Don’t ever do that again,” he warns, his arms enveloping you as you surrender consciousness, sagging limply into the yellow rabbit’s embrace.

***

Your eyelids open to discover a void surrounding you.

The power has failed.

You are by now familiar with the feel of the thin mattress tucked against the wall of the manager’s office beneath you. The pain in your forearm is more intense than ever and you cradle it as you sit upright.

You can feel the yellow rabbit’s eyes watching you in the darkness, even though the normally glowing sockets are oddly snuffed out.

“What happened to the lights? Was it…was my blood not enough?” You inquire, licking chapped lips. You wonder how long you have slept this time.

“On the contrary. It was enough to allow me to do something much more important than keep the electricity flowing.”

“Did you heal yourself?”

“Oh yes. Yes, you could say that.”

You hear the creak as weight is lifted off of the office chair and the click of shoes against linoleum before he reaches you. There is the sound of clothes rustling as the tall frame folds, kneeling at your feet.

You realize then that the man is no longer trapped within the yellow rabbit costume.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #dave miller x reader #dave miller x you #springtrap x you #springtrap x reader

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stellacendia · 1 month

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I'm definitely only thinking about this cause I'm a custodian but who cleans the Watchtower?? Cause I can't imagine anyone on the Justice League voluntarily cleaning a bathroom except Clark and maybe Diana. In Justice League Unlimited the Watchtower has a support staff of hundreds and presumably there's a team of custodians in that crew somewhere, but what about universes where they don't have support staff?

Do they have a rotating schedule where they divide up duties and take it in turns? How often is this done? How thorough are they? Cause thoroughly cleaning a structure that large would take a lot of time and they're all very busy people living double lives. How is waste collected and removed from the Tower? I'm assuming cleaning supplies and related equipment would be acquired in a similar way to any other equipment they use.

Can you imagine the League having meetings where they're like "okay we have to get better at taking out our trash cause the can in the kitchen is always overflowing" and arguing over whose turn it is to sweep the floors this week? Bruce will ask Alfred for advice on the most efficient way to clean a bathroom and will do it out of necessity but dread when his turn comes up. Clark is the best of all them at completing his duties and he doesn't even cheat using super speed. All of them at some point will put all of the Tower's garbage into one trash bag because they can lift it no matter how heavy it is and then the bag will tear and spill everywhere because the heroes might be very strong but these bags sure aren't. Several of them will forget which cleaner is used for which task and make that task harder for the next person to do it cause the chemical the first person used made the surface much dirtier than it normally would be. Do they assume they have to mop the floors by hand or do they know there are machines that will scrub the floor sooo much faster and also suck up all the water? Do they use a regular broom for sweeping or save themselves a ton of time and use a nice wide dust mop?

I'm going with no carpet cause satellite in space so no vacuuming needed but I do have several Thoughts on how that could go wrong too. The cord not being long enough or getting in the way. Several team members not realizing it's a model that uses bags and that those need to be replaced when they get full. So much hair getting wrapped around the beater bar. Several people not realizing there's a detachable crevice tool to get in smaller spaces. Several people clogging it by sucking up things that are too big. If they have a cordless battery powered model they forget to charge the batteries. All in all it's better to not burden them with a vacuum let's just say all the floors can be swept and mopped.

Now I kinda want a fic where they try doing it all themselves and after a few months they're like "this is not working" and then they decide they need support staff. Online job postings for "Watchtower Custodian Urgently Needed, Some Experience Required." World's weirdest job interview. Having your background check done by fucking Batman

#stella speaks #apparently i had more thoughts about this than i realized lol. started typing headcanons and they just kept coming #also yes the chemical making the surface dirtier is a thing that has happened to me multiple times #due to a coworker not knowing the right cleaner to use #which is very annoying #and yes the trash bag thing has (almost) happened a couple of times #where *i* can handle the weight of the trash but the bag is too thin and cannot #luckily i've never broken one so thoroughly it spilled everywhere but it's something i gotta watch out for #i have so many questions about how the watchtower works and very few of them are hero related lol #like- i assume they have bathrooms and probably at least a small kitchen. how does their plumbing work?#justice league #dcu

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masivechaos · 2 years

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PYJAMA PANTS

Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Remus is in a bad phase and doesn’t want Y/n to see him like this. But she doesn’t care, she’ll stick next to him until he calms down.

Warning/content: muggle/modern au, signs of depression (please don’t read if you think it can trigger you), fluff, swearing, my English

a.n.: 1.7k words- inspired by the song pyjama pants by cavetown

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Remus’ phone light lit up the room as he received a notification. He ran his hand on his face, his eyes were red from crying, taking a deep breath he got out of the bed. He stepped on some discarded clothes on the floor, he didn’t know since when these were there but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything actually.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, he wanted to stay alone. He also didn’t know for how long he stayed locked in his flat but same, he didn’t care. He squinted his eyes, the light blinding him. He watched at the screen, twenty notifications, fuck.

The most recent notification was from Y/n. ‘hi! haven’t seen you in a while wanna hang out?’ He really didn’t want to go out. He wasn’t in a state to see Y/n, he wanted to see her but didn’t want her to see him like this, barely showered, not shaved, with dark circles under his eyes.

‘srry don’t want to go out’ he replied after a few minutes. She quickly texted him back ‘oh :( i miss you can i come over?’ Remus looked around him, his room was a total mess. He stepped out of the bedroom and entered the living room, it was less disorganized since he was rarely in it, staying comfortable wrapped in his quilt even if it was summer.

He grabbed his phone ‘come at seven’ he simply answered. He had five hours to clean the living room, he went into the kitchen, and there was a pile of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. He had to clean the room too, and he also thought of cleaning the bathroom.

He didn’t know how to get the motivation to start cleaning. Remus rubbed his eyes, they were some work to do. He took the little speaker he got from Sirius at Christmas and turned it on. No battery. Crap. He sighed and played music anyway, the sound crackling with the low-quality audio of his phone.

He felt overwhelmed by the sight of everything he had to tidy. He started with the old clothes, throwing them in the washing machine. He took all the dirty dishes, adding them to the pile already present.

After three hours he was finally done, he didn’t how he did it, but he did. He then when to the, now clean, bathroom and look at his reflection in the mirror, he didn’t look like himself. He usually didn’t have this much beard and it seemed like they were something behind his eyes. They now looked empty.

He took a shower and shaved. He searched for nice togs in his closet, he pulled out some beige pants with an old t-shirt of the smiths. He still had foam in the corner of his lips as he brushed his teeth when the doorbell rang.

He turned on the faucet rinsing his mouth and wiped his face before heading to the door. He opened it, facing her, a literal ray of sunshine. Y/n was all smiley, wearing a summer dress she was delightful. “Hi!” she said enthusiastically, a small smile was forming on Remus’ lips “Hi,” he said back, the voice low.

They stayed like this, Remus leaning against the door and Y/n facing him with a big smile. The ambience started to be awkward, Y/n bobbed her head in direction of Remus’ flat. He furrowed his brows first, but then he remembered she was still outside his home “Sorry. Here, come in”

She stepped in and quickly fell on the couch, he followed her. She turned to face him, he seemed really tired. Like exhausted. It seemed like he tried to hide the misery.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly. He saw the look on her face, she knew, he couldn’t lie. “No” he simply answered, fleeing her stare he looked down. She rested her hand on his knee “Hey… It’s okay”

He honestly wanted to cry. He avoided any social interaction for weeks thinking it was what he needed but he maybe needed to comfort him. He felt Y/n’s hand against his cheek, lifting his head. He stared at her, eyes watering “Want to watch something?” she proposed with the sweetest smile he ever saw, knowing that in moments like this Remus didn’t want to talk.

Remus nodded and Y/n turned on the tv. Opening Netflix, she turned her head “Want something in particular?” the young man shook his head “Grease?” she shrugged, a lopsided smile on her face. He usually wasn’t fond of this type of movie but if it was her who proposed and she looked so happy about it, he chuckled “Okay”

The movie started, Y/n mouthing the dialogues. Remus could see she loved Grease, knowing everything in advance, stopping herself from copying the dances with her upper body. Next to her, he was staying still, watching her more than the movie.

Slowly he drew his hand closer to her leg, a finger on her knee. He waited for her to react so he could know if she was okay with the contact. That was something he always checked as someone who first wasn’t used to physical affection, thanks to his parents acting like ghosts in his life. Remus sometimes felt as if he couldn’t have existed and their lives could have been the same. They weren’t mean to him, just not present. He felt like a stranger in his own house.

He saw that Y/n didn’t back away so his hand wrapped completely her knee. Y/n wasn’t looking at the movie anymore, it’s not like she needed to watch to know what was happening, her gaze was focused on her leg. Her eyes flickered to Remus’ with her mouth in a thin line.

Remus took this as a sign she was uncomfortable under his touch. He took off his hand as fast as possible, his ears and neck turning in a crimson red in a second “Sorry” he muttered and cleared his throat. He looked down before seeing her hand join his that was resting next to his thigh, their fingers interlacing “It’s okay. I was just surprised but I would love to hold hands, Remus” she reassured him.

His shoulders relaxed, still not daring to look at her but he could feel the soft and warm smile on her lips that always brought butterflies to his stomach. Y/n could feel his heart beating fast and she squeezed his hand even more.

The movie was now over but they stayed in the same position, transmitting to each other how much they cared by a simple touch. It was now ten and Y/n had to go “I’ll see you around” she wrapped her arms around him one last time “Talk to me if you need” she smiled before leaving the flat.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Remus grabbed his phone, scrolling through his contact to find Y/n’s. He pressed the facetime button and waited for her to respond. “Hi!” she greeted, Remus couldn’t help but smile at her joyful expression “Hello Y/n/n”

“Why did you call?” she tilted her head, it was an indirect question for asking him how he felt “Just needed to see your face. I’m better now” a small smile formed on his lips, it was the first in a while.

“Want me to come over?” she asked, and Remus couldn’t resist “Yeah”

Y/n made Remus so soft, a real puddle. His heart was in her hands, and she made a smile almost instantly appear on his face and created a warm sensation in his stomach.

Less than an hour after she was sitting on his couch. “Do you want to talk about how you feel?” he looked down “Yeah, I think I need this” He let his head fall on her lap and finally open up.

“You don’t feel like sometimes you’re empty? You’re not happy or sad or whatever but you still cry because you’re exhausted. There’s a hole inside of you that you can’t fill and after so many attempts to fill it you give up. And that’s the moment you start to give up general. You forget to eat, stop replying to messages or clean your apartment and lay there without doing anything. That’s how I feel right now.”

Y/n was running her hand through his hair “I saw that you cleaned the living room, it’s already a start” she encouraged him and saw a faint smile on his face. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, start slow and you’ll succeed” she kissed his forehead “Do you have an idea of what could feel the empty feeling?” she whispered.

“You” he simply answered with his lips tucking upward “You make me feel alive again. When I’m with you I forget about anything, and just live”

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear “I’m glad and I’ll never leave you” she smiled. They got up to enter the bathroom and brush their teeth, Y/n had brought her toothbrush and clothes so she could stay.

It was a new kind of intimacy. Y/n was sitting on the counter, Remus standing between her legs. The girl brought his toothbrush to his mouth, cleaning his teeth gently. Remus liked the sensation of being babied and he knew that if she wasn’t brushing his teeth right now he probably wouldn’t have done it.

When they were done, they laid on his bed, Y/n resting her head on Remus’ chest whose arms were encircling her. She could hear his heart beating fast. The silence was comfortable and Remus broke it “Thank you” she enterlaced her fingers with his “It’s normal”

“I was afraid you won’t like me if you knew how I felt but you stayed,” he said honestly and Y/n felt the emotion in his voice, she didn’t answer but hugged him even closer. She heard his heartbeat slowing down, matching her own, and finally heard soft snores coming from him. She smiled, brushing off a strand of sandy hair covering his face and kissed his cheek “I love you”

#remus fluff #fluff #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders era #james potter #lily evans #marauders era #remus x you #remus x reader #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fluff #the marauders #margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚

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aelinschild · 7 months

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Fire Escape - Drabble

Been on an angst kick recently, which is probably what prompted this monstrosity. I dont like it, so i'm apologizing in advance.

SYNOPSIS: Forgotten batteries, a house fire, and time that moves too fast. WORDCOUNT: 1.4k WARNINGS: House fire, angst, death

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Negligence had never been one of Aelin’s traits.

But the dead batteries in the fire alarms argued otherwise. Not that Rowan or Aelin had made that mistake intentionally. The beeping when they bought this house initially had just been irritating, so Rowan had taken the alarm down, and Aelin had put batteries on their shopping list.

But the batteries were never purchased. And Rowan, thinking that his wife had bought new batteries and changed the old ones out. He had put the alarm back. For some reason, the alarm was defective and stopped making any beeping noise to alert the young couple that the batteries were still dead. The alarm was non-functioning. And it was the only one in the house.

Years went by, life moved on, unconcerned about a life-saving tool. Rowan and Aelin’s family grew, and that winter they welcomed a baby boy into their family. Lucas, or more commonly called, Luca, their little pride and joy.

It was a warm afternoon, and Aelin was enjoying it with Luca in the kitchen. They had just gotten back home from the farmer’s market playdate with Lysandra and her daughter. Luca had wanted all the berries and fruits, so Aelin had bought a little of everything, and she was currently teaching Luca how to remove the stones from peaches so they could make a pie.

Rowan had commended them for their ‘incredible taste in fruit’ when they had returned home, then retired to the basement to get a quick workout in before he hung out with Luca and let Aelin get some work done. And so Aelin was unconcerned with her husband at the moment, letting him do his own thing.

“Okay, good job Luca!” Aelin complimented her son as he shook a stone out of the peach. It was messy and ended up with the stone being on the floor, but she was proud nonetheless. He was only six months and Aelin simultaneously was overjoyed and mourned her baby’s quick growth.

Unbeknownst to the entire family, their drying machine was overheating. The electrical work was outdated, like the house. The wires, thinned and frail from overuse, were sparking up, and a small fire was starting in the laundry room of their home. Smoke began filtering through the vents, and the fire was catching onto typical cleaning chemicals that resided in the laundry room.

Aelin watched, enraptured, as Luca ate some cut-up pieces of peaches. Laughing at his giggles as he sat in his little high chair. He banged his hands on the tray table indicating he wanted more. “You want some more, baby?” Aelin asked, letting his bright smile answer her question.

When she made a move, the air shifted, and she smelt something funny. Something burning. Immediately, her body was on high alert. Without thinking, she was reaching for Luca, unclasping him from the highchair and clutching her baby in her arms, rushing for her phone. The smell was getting more intense, and she shushed Luca’s curious babbles. The smell shifted into burning rubber, and the lights in the house flickered, before shutting off completely.

“Rowan!” Aelin yelled, fear and confusion growing every second. Luca’s giggles had morphed into cries of distress, and he was squirming in Aelin's hold. Without thinking, Aelin was moving towards the basement door, not noticing the heat permeating through it or the light crackling noises. Burning her hand on the doorknob, she threw it open to a wall of fire.

Letting out a cry, she jumped back and turned her body to protect Luca. The heat was scalding, and the fire roared with fury, wood crackling and groaning under the burning. Aelin was reeling, Rowan was down there. Rowan was down there!

Grappling for her phone while keeping Luca secure in her hold, she dialled the emergency hotline, backing away from the raging fire. “ROWAN!” She shrieked out, begging the gods for a response while the phone rang and Luca cried.

She wanted to stay inside, she wanted to rush down those stairs and find her husband, but she had to get out for Luca’s safety.

Her panic was rising like a tide, matching Luca’s distress, both had tears pouring down their faces. And Aelin was snapped back into reality and the prompting of the woman on the phone, asking what was going on.

“My- my house! There's a fire, and it's in the basement-” She let out a cough, the smoke was rolling thick throughout the hallways, and the fire was roaring from the basement door. “My husband is in the basement! I can't get to him!”

The dispatcher asked Aelin if she was in the house, and Aelin told her yes, told her that she and her baby were in there, and her Rowan was in the basement. She was shaking, her grip on Luca so tight, pressing his little head as close as she could to her body to try and keep the thick smoke from his airways. The dispatcher calmly asked her what her address was, and to get out of the house immediately.

“I- I can't,” She cried. “My husband is down there! Rowan-”

“Miss, please, think about you and your child’s safety. I've already alerted first responders and firefighters. You have help on the way.” She told Aelin firmly.

“But-” Aelin coughed. Still inside, Luca wailed loudly into her neck. She was backing towards the front door, eyes still on the raging fire as it burned in reds and yellows and oranges. Razing her home to dust.

“Miss!” The dispatcher barked, near yelling. “Get out of the house! Now!”

Closing her eyes while she listened to the fire roar and her six-month-old child scream, Aelin took in a large breath of smoke and turned her back to the fire, exiting her house. Letting her heart shatter, and leaving it there, letting it be enveloped by flames.

The sirens woke the entire neighbourhood. The fire trucks and police car’s blinding lights paled in comparison to her house as it slowly burned. Each window was like an open mouth, spitting fire into the darkened night.

She was currently sitting on the back of a fire truck, being assessed by a paramedic while her son was weeping into her shirt. She wasn't really paying too much attention, but she picked up on the police officer and paramedic talking about how ‘she’s in a state of shock’.

Aelin's eyes never strayed from the house, begging every god she knew that the next person out those doors would be Rowan. Walking straight to her, as he promised. Promised to never leave them.

A group of firefighters had gone in minutes ago, decked out in fire-resistant gear with the knowledge of Rowan's whereabouts in the house. The basement. Where the fire had started. Where it had risen up the stairs without issue, uninterrupted by anything but the basement door.

The first firefighter that had gone into the house had noticed no alarms had gone off. He had asked Aelin about this, which had only triggered another round of hysteria and sobbing when she realized her mistake. They had never replaced the batteries in the smoke detector.

Luca was taken from her, as he needed to be evaluated, and Aelin was in such a state where she barely felt him being pulled away. But he was shrieking and crying, not wanting to lose his mother. Aelin was unresponsive still, barely breathing as the anxiety clutched her. It couldn't end like this.

“... Tonight, in the Sidra River Community, a family was caught in an electric fire. The fire started from faulty electric work in the family’s basement. Spreading quickly through the entire basement, where Rowan Whitethorn, husband and father, was caught while working out.” The news reporter read monotonously. “He was found dead when firefighters were able to reach him, approximately twelve minutes after the fire had broken out. First responders and paramedics determined that he became unresponsive from smoke inhalation, before being… caught in the flames. The wife of Mr. Whitethorn, Aelin Galathynius Whitethorn and her son were able to get out and contact authorities and are without life-threatening injuries, but both suffered from inhaling the smoke. We send our most sincere condolences to the family. Traffic currently…”

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The Ed Must Go On

Eddy prepares for a last minute gig. Edd helps.

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A familiar clatter punctuated by loud profanities compelled Edd to emerge into the living room. Much to his dismay the place had been turned upside down, drawers open, piles of paraphernalia strewn on surfaces and the floor. Edd could feel the incensed energy radiating from his partner.

Eddy riffled through one of the shallow top drawers of the break front. He stifled a yell and threw a pack of AA batteries back inside, the sound making Edd flinch.

“Where are the goddamn scissors?”

Edd sighed: if only Eddy would let him label the drawers with their contents, maybe these sort of headaches would be avoided. The vintage veneers had won that battle: a triumph of form over function.

Scanning the room in an effort to help Eddy in his search, the taller man’s eyes fell on the kitchen shears precariously teetering on the edge of the record player stand. Eddy had grabbed them and on second thought cast them aside as a last resort: he knew Double Dee detested mixing up the scissors from their intended use.

Edd took the shears, clasping them in both hands to his chest, and joined Eddy’s side. The angered man slammed the drawer shut, the hardware clacking from the momentum, before tearing into the one adjacent to it and pulling out fistfuls of user manuals and take-out menus.

No more than a foot away the shimmer of stainless steel blades peaked out from beneath their most recent mail. In his periphery Eddy registered movement, then witnessed his partner produce the elusive utility scissors from right under his nose. Edd calmly presented them to Eddy and it took everything in the shorter man not to erupt in a fit.

“I hate when you do that,” grumbled Eddy, a poor stand-in for the truth which was that he hated his utter lack of object constancy.

Snagging the scissors and stomping his way to the coffee table Eddy planted himself on the floor and started turning the garment laying on their shag rug inside-out. Edd returned the kitchen shears to the knife block, the floorboards of their pre-war apartment creaked as he tentatively crossed the living room. He peered over Eddy’s hunched shoulders.

“A dress?” Edd questioned. A long groan escaped Eddy while he hacked away at the armhole.

“Sandra Oh-No-She-Didn’t’s out on her honeymoon, Mother Mayhem rolled her ankle and Patty Melt got the effin’ flu so your brilliant boyfriend here volunteered to host drag trivia tonight.”

Double Dee knelt down beside said brilliant boyfriend, watching as he successfully extricated one sleeve and began cutting away at the other.

“Couldn’t you wear something you already have in the closet?” Edd suggested. There certainly was plenty to choose from. He couldn’t see why Eddy was adding more stress to the situation.

“Yeah, if I wanted to look like an overstuffed sausage,” Eddy griped, then snipped the sleeve clean off.

It had been almost a year since the last time he’d dolled up and in that time he’d put on a bit more weight. He’d thrifted this old frock at the last second just for the job but the sleeves had been so constricting he feared losing feeling in his arms half way through the evening. They had to go. Hit with a pang of guilt, Edd awkwardly fidgeted with the side seam of his house pants.

Eddy threw the scissors aside and lifted the dress up.

“Well, that looks like shit,” he grimaced at the jaggedly frayed arm holes. He dropped the garment in disgust and shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Double Dee reached out a sympathetic hand and caressed Eddy’s thigh.

“Oh, don’t despair, my love. Let me find the sewing machine.”

He patted Eddy’s knee before getting up from the floor and scurrying to the hall closet. Once the machine was set up on the dining table, Edd instructed his partner to put the dress on inside-out. Eddy stripped down to his boxer briefs and shimmied into it.

Eddy wiggled impatiently as Edd painstakingly pinned the fabric in place.

“Would you stay still!” Edd reprimanded through clasped lips, where he was holding a few sewing pins.

“These sequins are drivin’ me nuts, babe.”

“Just… a few… more… and done. Mind the pins as you remove that. Actually, let me help you.”

As Edd unzipped the back and guided the sleeves over Eddy’s shoulders, he couldn’t resist trailing a few kisses along the nape of his lover’s neck. This area was Eddy’s weak spot. His eyes rolled back and he smiled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, delighted, “now that’s what I call customer service.”

“This would be highly unprofessional.”

Eddy’s shaved hairline tickled Edd’s nose as he inhaled deeply.

“I should report you, ya perv.”

The dress dropped around Eddy’s feet and Edd’s arms wrapped around his naked torso. He planted a few more kisses from the crown of Eddy’s head to the stubble of his left cheek. The affection released some of Eddy’s wound-up tension. They kissed on the mouth before Edd gave a squeeze and asked, “Would you like me to come tonight?”

“Oh I bet you would.”

Edd simply glared back. Eddy sighed before trivializing the question with another quip, “What, you like me or somethin’?”

“Eddy…”

“You know it’s gonna go past your bedtime-”

Edd frowned. “I’ve managed well enough before on less sleep.”

“And it ain’t like you’ve got a team.”

“Some of my coworkers could be enticed.” There was a pause. Edd caressed the hairs on Eddy’s arms.

“Yeah?” Eddy responded in a softer, curious tone. His mouth curled into a goofy smile. It wasn’t every day that Double Dee made last minute plans.

“Yeah.”

Eddy turned to face his adorable partner when he got a foot-full of sewing pins.

“YEOWCH!”

Eddy jumped into the air and into Double Dee’s arms. The lankier man staggered under the weight, sputtering high pitched whines from the exertion, until they both collapsed on the couch in a heap.

After getting a bit… distracted… on the couch, Edd inspected the parts of his sewing machine. He dropped the foot and slowly applied pressure to the pedal as he fed in the fabric.

“Now, see, Eddy, I needed to secure the lining to the outer fabric like this to get a tidy seam.”

“Mhmm.”

The absent tone of that utterance made Edd pause and look up from his work. He raised a brow at Eddy, who was rapidly tapping away a message on his phone. Double Dee cleared his throat and the other man looked up.

“Wha-”

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to become acquainted with some basic sewing techniques. Then you wouldn’t need me for every minor alteration.”

“But it’s better when you do it,” Eddy winked.

“You can lead a horse to water…”

“Aah I’m messin’ with ya,” Eddy replied, waving a hand limply on his wrist before clasping both hands together with a clap, “So which side is facing what again?”

Edd smirked as he detailed the construction of the seam, Eddy intently listening. It was refreshing to know the version of Eddy that had outgrown the exploitative labor practices of his youth, more often than not opting to learn new skills and pitch in his handiness when needed. The first armhole completed, Eddy nudged Edd’s elbow.

“Do I get a crack at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Eddy took over Edd’s seat and slowly started the machine up.

“So I was thinkin’ I’d wear the black wig, but the red wouldn’t look half bad either.”

“I like the black more,” Edd said, crossing his legs.

“Then it’s settled. Blonde.”

“Why even bother asking my opinion then,” Edd tilted his chin up smugly.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you want till someone suggests somethin’ you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” Edd absently hummed in reply, watching Eddy’s hands closely, “sorry, do you mind if I- “ he motioned to the machine.

“Here we go,” Eddy raised his hands like it was a stick-up.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Edd prickled. He scooted his chair closer to Eddy and repositioned the fabric. Eddy just leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You know. It’s your way or the highway.”

“Well I can’t help that you were pulling the fabric too taut. Your seam is going to be cockled.”

“Maybe I like my seams cockled.”

“Eddy, please. Can you- “ Edd stopped himself with a huff. Eddy had to sympathize just a little: the poor guy was tortured by the mundane on the daily. The shorter of the two men stood from the table.

“You finish that and I’ll put on espresso.”

Double Dee considered this an agreeable arrangement.

“Thank you, dear.”

With the seam ripper he went to town undoing Eddy’s stitches. Eddy just snorted, refastened the straps on his robe, and headed to the kitchen where a good house floozy belonged.

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bloodsucker chapter 12: venom

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eren’s pov:

my hands slid down y/n’s body. she turned herself, front side resting on my own as she went slack. “no way i can last another round,” her pant was hard to hear from the water coming down on both of us. running my hands through her hair, i rinsed out any remaining shampoo. “i can,” i laughed, bringing my chin to rest on her shoulder.

my abilities allowed me to regenerate energy quickly, and with all of the blood i was drinking from y/n, i was in tiptop shape. i could keep my hands on her forever. this trip had felt like a fever dream. weeks ago, i wouldn’t have said it was even possible, but we were here. i didn’t plan to have so much sex with her in this cabin, but i wasn’t one to complain.

finally telling her the truth about her mom lifted a weight i didn’t know had been so rough on my shoulders. many heavy burdens still clouded my vision, but at least i could finally feel again. and i was feeling with her.

“we should probably head back today,” she sighed, bringing me out of my daydream. she grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around her body. she was right, but i couldn't help the frown that made its way onto my face. “yeah, you’re right,” i followed in her footsteps, grabbing a towel of my own. this would be our fifth day here; as much as i wanted to stay, we had lives back in sina.

she was quick to make her way into the bedroom; i trailed her there too. from behind her, i grabbed her hips, nipping at the skin on her neck, leaving yet another hickey. the majority of her skin was purple now; i would have felt bad if she didn’t moan so loud when i gave them to her. “eren!” she pushed on my chest, giggling, “we really should get our shit together,” she was firm, but not harsh.

making her way around the bedroom, she picked up all the clothes from the floor, most of which were mine. “do you need more clean clothes?” the laundry machine had broken; because there always had to be one thing, so she was stuck wearing all of my clothes for the entirety of the trip. i hadn’t heard her complain; i think she likes it. i made a mental note to let her sneak home with a few of my pieces.

“yeah, that’d be good,” she folded the dirty ones, shoving them into my suitcase. i made my way over to the closet, picking out the only comfortable set left. she slid on my boxers, and i slapped her ass on the way out of the room, covering my smile. she looked so good wearing my clothes.

things between us had changed so drastically on this trip, i worried they might slip back when we returned. i tried not to think about it; grabbing out the last pack of bacon from the fridge.

y/n made her way into the kitchen not long after, “aw making me food again, so domestic,” i had to pause my motion of throwing the bacon on the skillet to shoot her a glare; shaking my head at the same time. “ha ha,” i sarcastically laughed. i would miss this too; her dependance on me to make her meals. it was just the two of us in our bubble; it almost felt like we were married.

“on the way back, can i use your laptop?” another harsh reminder of the reality we had ahead of us, “i know my classes are gonna drown me,” her hands reached up to her forehead, applying pressure in preparation for the headache that would appear later. “yeah, ‘course,”

she slipped her way over to my spot by the stove, tucking herself underneath my arm and wrapping her hands around my waist as she watched the meat caramelize. i hated the smell of human food, but for her, i’d make bacon for every meal she ever ate.

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the car ride back to my apartment was long. y/n spent many hours on my laptop; slamming schoolwork until the battery finally died. even with her intent focus, our bodies were constantly connected. my hand on her thigh; her hand meeting mine on the gear shift. we didn’t disconnect.

i wasn’t sure what any of this made us. wasn’t sure if she wanted anything more than sex. i knew eventually, i’d have to suck it up and ask. “i already regret leaving,” she pulled me from my thoughts, walking behind me; pinky intertwined with my own.

“we can go back anytime, you know,” the offer sounded lame to both of us. looking back at her, she stared at the ground with a small frown on her face. i guess both of us are unsure how things are gonna play out in reality. the air in the hallway was stiff as we approached the door. after fiddling with the lock, i walked in ahead; making sure my apartment had stayed empty on our vacation.

“what the fuck, eren!” she quietly screamed at me, pushing past me and into the living room. where the bear from the fair sat on the couch. fuck, forgot to move that… i kept my face nonchalant, not trying to tip her off. “and how do you have this?”

i got it back after the break-in; i couldn’t have been sure she even knew it was missing. it was easy to find; bertholdt kept it in a box with other random items of hers. the bear was the only thing that felt right to take; the only thing that was also connected to me. the memory of that coward beaten into the floor flashed before my eyes; but y/n couldn’t know that. “told you bertholdt was following you around,” i couldn’t help the bitter bite to my tone.

she frowned, patting the bear on the head. “what did you do to him..” her tone was accusatory, but she didn’t seem very angry. just curious. i turned my head, laying out the bags i was still carrying by the door. a muffled grunt caused me to turn my head.

zeke stood in my apartment, holding y/n close to his side, hand over her mouth. her features twisted in agony as her body went stiff over his hands. “we really should talk,” a small amount of blood covered his lips.

i didn’t think about my movements. in an instant, i was pushing zeke’s body away from hers, grabbing y/n in my arms. i gripped her cheeks, scanning her face that was still contorted in pain. my eyes caught the red of blood on her neck then. moving my left hand, i made out the bite. the bite. “fuck, no no,” i blabbered but my words were drowned out by squeals of anguish from y/n.

i covered my hand over the side of the bite; all sounds and feelings suddenly felt numb to my body. the world went dark as i realized there was nothing i could do. nothing that could stop the venom from turning her. the whites of her eyes started to turn black at the edges before they rolled back into her head. time hung in the air for a moment; i felt completely useless. i was completely useless.

“y/n!” i tried to yell, but it came out as a whisper. i clutched her tighter to my body; her hands gripped around my torso tightly before going slack. her whole body fell weak against my lap as her eyes closed. it meant that it was working. y/n was going to turn. it was all my fault, how could i let this happen?

the cabin should’ve never happened, fuck, the whole semester shouldn’t have happened. i knew the inevitable was in front of me, but it felt like a dream. like i was just trapped in a nightmare. i’m dreaming. i’m dream- “eren!” my head snapped back to zeke; almost forgetting he was in my apartment. “pull yourself together,” he was almost irritated.

“zeke, what the fuck did you do?” i meant to yell, but my voice sounded pathetic. it cracked, and i realized my face was hot with tears. nothing felt real. “a favor,” he put it simply, keeping his distance from me. i wanted to stand up, and knock his composure with a fist to the face, but i wouldn’t let go of her.

with the numbness subsiding, i was finally able to voice my animosity, “a FAVOR?! are you on something?” i turned my attention back to y/n’s limp body. removing my hand from the bite, i moved it further to her jawline. her pulse was shallow, but it was there. she was still alive. “this can’t be happening,” i watched as a tear dropped on her cheek; i barely registered it was mine.

zeke sighed next to me, “don’t act so disappointed,” his voice was icy cold. “disappointed? disappointed doesn’t cover it! what the fuck were you thinking?” zeke had already ruined so much in my life; i couldn’t be surprised he’d cause more pain. my brain lagged behind the conversation, still trying to grasp what was happening in front of me.

“i was thinking that you’re in love with her,” the phrase sent a shock through my system. i had never thought about what i felt for y/n. the connection had always been there, i assumed my growing infatuation of her was due to it. was i? no. no, it’s not love, the attempt to reason with myself wasn’t strong. “zeke, you’re so far off,” i muttered, not sure if he was.

“i’m not,” he was so definite, but my lack of trust in zeke made it impossible to really process his words. “you don’t know anything, i’m not in love with her,” the words sounded weak leaving my mouth. i wasn’t sure what to make of the two of us, but love couldn’t be the case.

his tongue ticked on the roof of his mouth, “and now you’re lying. you should be happy dad doesn’t know about the cabin,” he once again caught me off guard. i knew he was always monitoring me closely, but i’d hoped y/n had been masked with our other friends. it’s the reason i had to take her so far away just to be alone with her; it’s my fault for underestimating how far zeke would go. “i did this for you, eren,” he snapped me out of my puzzling thoughts.

“how is this for me?!” my voice picked up again; having the weight of anger behind it. “are you going to sit here and tell me you didn’t think about it?” zeke’s voice slipped, sounding almost exhausted. it was the first time in years he sounded sincere. it brought out something in me; clicking something in my brain i couldn’t register, “of course i did, but i never would have done it.” my head shook, looking back at y/n. her skin startled to pale, all red draining from her face. “i never wanted this for her,” i whispered, more to myself.

“exactly. i worked out that kink for you,” his tone was back to being eerily cool. the time passed slowly, and i began coming to terms with her impending change. this was real; it really would happen. “everything’s gonna change for her, you just made her life so much more complicated,” i blabbered yet again to myself.

“like it did for you,” it was unexpected to hear from zeke. he was so devoted to our fathers ways, i had never heard him speak of vampirism in a negative tone. there were never any downsides to it; in his eyes. “you deserve some happiness; watching her age as you followed years behind her would’ve killed you even more.” zeke sounded different; his energy had been titled. i couldn’t be sure what to make of him. it doesn’t really matter, he had brought me so much suffering, nothing would change that fact.

“it doesn’t matter, i didn’t want this for her.” zeke had approached me, assuming it was safe since my hands were preoccupied, “she could want it, though.” i hadn’t thought about it. but it would be a ‘want’ she knew nothing about. i wouldn’t have turned her even if she begged me. she was the last person who deserved a fate like this. “well, it’s not like you fucking asked her opinion!”

he sat on the arm of the couch, looking down on me from a lower distance, “she’ll wake up soon enough. you can ask her then. not everyone hates being a vampire as much as you do, eren.” i already knew that, but it was a hard pill to swallow regardless. the idea was so fucked i pushed it out quickly. “you really have no reason to be so mad at me,” zeke continued in my silence, “after everything i’ve done for you.”

it was hard not to glare in disbelief. done for me? marco’s bloody and mangled body shot before my eyes. that wasn’t for me, my hands shook in anger, bouncing y/n’s lifeless body slightly. “done for me? becoming dad’s ‘apprentice’ was for me?”

“actually it was. god you are so naive,” a scoff echoed through my apartment, i looked up to see his eyes roll into his head, “my allegiance to grisha is the only reason he even lets you live a normal life.”

“it’s hardly normal,” a scoff came from my own body. zeke was even more delusional than i thought if he really did feel that way. “it would be even less,” his cold tone broke again; revealing the sympathetic undertone. “you’re right eren, i shouldn’t have bit her. i wouldn’t have done it if i felt like there was a better outcome.”

my presence put her in danger, but i was cautious. i could’ve prevented her from being sucked into this life entirely, but zeke ruined that, “now you’re really talking nonsense.” if my mind wasn’t running rampant with anxiety over y/n, i might’ve been susceptible to what zeke was talking about.

“i’m really not. grisha’s lost a few more screws with you gone. i think you might’ve been the only thing keeping him tied to reality. if he ever found out about your feelings for that ‘blood bag’” he mimicked with air quotes, “she’d be as dead as marco.” he almost started making sense. grisha was more unhinged than usual on my last visit.. what happens when i’m not there?

zeke’s meaning was quickly lost on me, “don’t use his fucking name like that.” another reminder of marco brought me back to the reality of things. zeke was a vampire, willing to kill for grisha. it didn’t matter that his composure was different; somewhat comforting. he would always be a murderer in my eyes. “you’ve never apologized for that, you know,” once again, my mind ran through the memory of his body.

“i’m sorry eren, truly,” his words were sincere, but his tone lacked any real remorse, “but i don’t care much for your friends. only you, and everything i have done has been for your own sake.” my mind blocked out the rest of the ‘apology.’ “i don’t believe you.”

his shoulders moved up and down in a shrug, “you don’t have to. but i know why i’ve made the decisions i have.” he moved from his position on the couch; i clutched y/n tighter to my body on instinct. “you’re expected at home in the coming days,” his body was closer to the door in an instant. i had to pivot our position; preventing my back from being turned to him.

“you’re fucking kidding,” i scoffed. he ignored my whining, “you’ll have to bring the new vampire,” his lips twitched, like he was fighting back a smile. my features furrowed in a deep scowl. he needed to leave; and i needed to take care of her as much as i could. “tell grisha you changed her yourself, say you gifted her for her generous supplies of blood.”

i ignored his humorous excuse, “no. i’m not bringing her there.” the only thing worse than her becoming a vampire is being in a closed space full of them; human or not it wasn’t a risk i was willing to take.

“neither of you really have the option. if grisha were to find out from someone other than you, he’d kill her. regardless of her vampirism.” he made an unfortunate point. grisha would always find out; even if zeke neglected to share the information with him. “so she’s dead either way.”

“not if you just do as i say!” his composure slipped again, this time showing the anger burning in his eyes. “fuck eren, stop being so stubborn,” he growled at me, “she was dead as soon as you got yourself tangled with her, don’t blame this on me.” once again, i knew he was right. even with the knowledge, i couldn't stop my face from twitching.

i could blame zeke all i wanted for biting her, but it wouldn’t have happened if i stayed away. “just.. go,” i ran my fingers over her skin. there was hardly any warmth to be felt. “i’ll be there,” my decision wasn’t made, but i needed zeke to leave. now. the slam of the door echoed through the room; the only sign he left.

finally, my brain could think in the silence. y/n was turning right under my hands. her eyelids started to flutter, showing the light pink under her eyes that would eventually fester into a dark purple. the cabin felt like eons ago; now we really would never be able to go back to that. it’s all my fault. all i could do now was accept the decisions i made that got both of us here, and hold her closer. at least she wouldn’t be alone. not like i was.

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a/n: eren stop blaming yourself for everything challenge go!

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