i haven’t drawn the batim guys in a long time so it’s weird getting used to them again now that my style is a lot different. this game means a lot to me and i know it won’t ever leave its special place in my heart

5. I'm sorry

⚠️ Spoilers ahead, tiny bit of smut

Everyone was going home today, you managed to get doa alone for a few minutes but she didn't know what harin was taking either. Despite the events yesterday you did have some fun here. Yerim was still checking her phone every 5 seconds hoping that eunjeong would text. A few days passed by and sooji managed to stop the game but now the whole world knew and they started an investigation. You never saw harin look so... Hurt. Dayeon had voted to quit the game and that was a slap to harin's face but it didn't compare to the look on her face when you stood up. You hated yourself for breaking her like that and were tempted to walk up to her and hold her. You had to keep yourself from actually doing it and avoided looking at her.

When they started the said investigation the class got diveded into groups and send off to other classes. You hadn't seen harin in the past 2 days until she showed up at your door. It was near 11 at night when your doorbell rang and you opened your door to a crying harin.

"I know I hurt you." she sniffled. "give me a chance to make things right. Come with me, we can transfer schools and start over. I promise I'll do whatever you want. Just please..... Don't leave me. I-I'm scared of being a-alone."

Seeing her this vulnerable broke you, "come here" you pulled her into your arms and inside the house before closing the door. For once you were sure this was real, no games and no ulterior motives. She started crying harder as you lead her towards the couch. "i'm here, I got you. Just let everything out." you ran your hand softly through her newly cut hair. When she came to school with this new look she shocked everyone but She was still just as beautiful.

"I-I'm sorry for SH-showing up like this." she stuttered out when she had calmed down.

"it's okay don't worry about that but uuh... How did you know where I live?" you asked carefully.

"I read your file and I know that's wrong but I did it with everyone back then." she made a move to sit up but you just nudged her back.

"it's okay, just lay down for a little while." she moved back in your arms and layed her head on your chest. "what else do you know about me from my file?"

"that you live with your aunt." she grabbed your hand that wasn't playing with her hair and gave a kiss on it. "i'm so sorry about your parents I didn't know."

"it's okay, it's a long time ago." you sighed as memories flashed inside your mind. You had lost your parents when you were 6, they had dropped you off at school and later got into an accident. You remember your aunt picking you up and taking you home, her sitting you down and telling you about what had happened and that you could stay with her if you wanted too.

"where is your aunt?"

"somewhere in Italy I think?" as you thought back to remember, harin moved and layed down with her head in your lap to look at you.

"you don't know where she is?"

"I know she's in Italy, she left a few weeks ago to work on some deals in a couple of cities. She mentioned them and wrote them down somewhere but I don't remember where."

"is she gone a lot?"

"from time to time. She only started traveling for work 2 years ago. I don't mind it though, I can take care of myself." you smiled down at her.

"I can see that." she smiled up at you, "I never knew you were from a wealthy background. Didn't you get a scholarship to baekyeon?"

"shouldn't you know that since you read my file?" you teased and she nudged you, "I did get an art scholarship. My aunt said I should take it, she'd put the money she normally had to pay in my college fund." you ran your fingers through her hair again before trailing them down to caress her cheek, "I can't just transfer because you ask me, you know that right?"

She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes at your touch, leaning into your hand with a sad smile. " I know. It just would've been nice to make a fresh start with my- with you." she catches herself just before she slipped but you knew what she wanted to say and couldn't help but smile. She was going to refer to you as her girlfriend. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"What were you going to say…" you wanted to hear her say it. "myyyyyy...." you dragged out in a teasing tone and she rolled on her side, nuzzling her face into your stomach gently. "come on, say it." you gently poked her side making her laugh.

"don't make me say it please." she muttered into your shirt. As you ran your hand through her hand again she moved back again. "thank you for tonight. I know I don't deserve it." her bottomlip trembled slightly at her words and you shook your head before leaning down, "You are the only one who has ever cared this much." she mumbled against your lips before giving in to the kiss.

Harin slipped her hand behind your neck as she moved up to sit next to you again. Slowely she leaned backwards, pulling you with her until she was laying down on the couch with you on top of her. Before things get too heated you pull away, "harin I can't do this. You're too vulnerable right now and I don't want to take advantage."

"You're not I promise. I want this, please. I want you. I..." She's clearly struggling to keep her tears from falling and you quickly wipe the ones that fall away, "I want to know how it feels to be loved."

"you already do." you smile softly at her, "because I love you. Even after everything I still loved you and I hated it, I still wanted to believe that the girl I'm looking at right now was still in there. I'm so happy that I was right about it."

"please" she pulls you closer again and your lips hover right above hers, "please I want to - " her voice cracks at the end and you folded, leaning down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss. She sighs as you slip your knee in-between her thighs, her hands slip under your shirt and you gasped at the cold feeling.

"we should take this to the bedroom." you pull her off the couch but harin quickly reconnects your lips. Never in a million years did you think she could be this needy and submissive, she always appeared confident but the girl in your arms was so fragile. As you make your way to your bedroom you bump into stuff and it makes the both of you chuckle every time, smiling against each other's lips but never straying to far from the other. You manage to get to your bed without breaking anything, harin sat down before you could even say something and slightly tugs at your shirt to get you on top of her again.

You leaned down to press another kiss on her lips as you fiddled with the buttons of her cardigan. Once you popped the last one open, harin had pulled it off immediately. She grabbed the hem of your shirt and only when you nodded did she pull it off of you. "are you sure?" you ask again.

"yes." she puts a hand on your hip and pulls you closer to her, "i'm a 100% sure."

"if you want to stop you can say so okay?" You cupped her cheeks and made her look up at you, "and please tell me if something makes you uncomfortable." she nodded at your words and with those promises made you both stripped down completely. Once completely void of clothes you climb in bed, kissing and caressing one another's body. As you're kissing down harin's neck You reached down and rubbed her clit. You started off slowly making small circles. If she wants to feel loved then that's what you'll do, shower her with soft and gentle touches until she reached her high. She squirmed at the sensation, her nails scratching down your back in a silent plea to give her more.

Her eyes fall shut when you curl your fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. The sounds that were escaping were music to your ears but you needed more, you needed to hear her moan your name, needed to know how she tasted. You lick your lips at the thought and made your way down her body, kissing and marking a trail that would only be known by the two of you.

“oh fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head back with a heavy gasp as your lips sealed shut around her sensitive nub. She grabbed your head and pullled you closer, feeling the pleasure get more and more intense. You switched between licking and sucking while your fingers still pumped inside of her. As you feel her walls clench on your fingers you knew she was close and were torn between staying in-between her legs and finishing her off or to add more sensation with your kisses. She wanted to feel loved so it was an easy decision. You get back up to her face as you reposition your hand so your palm would replace the friction of your tongue while your fingers were still pumping and curling inside of her, hitting her g spot over and over again.

You kiss a trail up and down her neck, stopping at her pulse point and biting down as you feel her body tense up. "it's okay, let go baby" harin's nails drag down your back as her orgasm arrives.

"fuck." she moans as she comes down from her high. Your fingers still slowely going in and out to let her ride it out completely. "I could get use to that"

"So could I" you said as you smiled against her skin. "do you... do you want to stay?" you leaned up on your elbows and watched her think it over, " we can wash up and cuddle."

"I'll stay" she smiles. "but only if you join me."

"don't get too bold now," you leaned down and stole a few kisses, " I can do much more then I just did, remember our conversation in the art studio at school?"

"hmm, I do and you weren't lying when you said you were good with your hands."

"come on," you got off the bed and held out your hand, " let's take a shower before we go to bed. You can use my bathroom, I'll change the sheets when you're in there and you can just grab anything from my closet. I'll be in the other bathroom if you need anything okay? It's down the hall on the right."

You stripped your bed from the sheets and replaced them with fresh linen, threw the dirty ones in the washing machine and hopped in the shower. When you get back to your bedroom harin is already laying down on the freshly made bed in your clothes and you had to admit you liked the sight more than you thought you would. you slipped in beside her and the moment you stopped moving she turns around to cuddle into you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck and a hand on your stomach underneath your shirt. "goodnight princess."

you hear her mumble something back but it was too hard to make out what she said as she was succumbing to her sleep.

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A wee gift for @little-dreams-of-life based on a prompt from the HxH server. Thank you for the inspiration <3

Timothy Drake is home alone. The Drake Manor is big and quiet around him. He fills it with noise.

This isn’t new or exciting. Tim is home alone a lot. What is new is the crate a FedEx employee insisted on carrying inside when Tim answered the door. The guy asks for an adult to sign for the package, but Tim just stares at him. Tim signs for the thing.

There’s a worried glance tossed in his direction as the courier leaves. But Tim shrugs it off like all the others and closes the door, then does up the locks and security system like he was shown.

Tim is home alone and he goes back to his homework without a second thought to the crate. He fills the quiet house with his own noise. When he needs a break, he skateboards down the hallways. The skate park is better, and Tim thinks about checking the weather report to see if it’ll be nice enough to go after school tomorrow.

Tonight is supposed to be clear. Probably a good night for birdwatching.

He pauses at the top of the stairs, one foot on the floor and the other on the deck, idly kicking it forwards and back. There’s a school field trip soon. Tim won’t be going – there’s no one home to sign his permission slip. If anything, he realizes, it’d be a great day to spend at the park. Even though he really wants to go on the field trip too. There’s nothing to be done about it. He resolves to make the day as good as it can be despite the loneliness that sits like gargoyle on his chest.

The crate sits innocently in the Entrance Hall. Tim peers down at it from the top of the stairs. He purposefully lets his DCs slap loudly on the hardwood of the steps as he gallops down.

There’s no note on the outside. Tim crouches down to look it over, but most of the markings are just shipping labels like “FRAGILE” and “THIS WAY UP – DO NOT TURN”. He doesn’t recognize the consignor address. Last he knew, Jack and Janet Drake were in Cambodia and the crate is from Ireland. But he is familiar with his mother’s handwriting on the Customs manifest in the outside pouch, so at least he can assume it hasn’t been shipped to Drake Manor as a type of postal assault.

The top is nailed down and Tim thinks of the hammer in the groundskeeper’s shed. It takes him only moments to find, but takes almost an hour to prise it open. He’s sweating and annoyed when he finally slides the top off.

Anti-climatically, he’s greeted with packing peanuts. 

Rooting around in the offending Styrofoam unearths a folded note – also written in his mother’s hand. The note is definitely not addressed to Tim, so he sets it aside then continues digging. Tim slowly unearths his parents’ newest relic collectibles, like his very own archeological dig. It’s all the same-old-same-old, old stuff and whatever his parents think is worthy of purchasing. Ceremonial relics, cultural artifacts, ceramic vases and bowls and small votives. There’s one odd wood carving that looks like something he’d have to make in art class.

Nestled in the bottom of a crate is a small wooden box, polished to a gleaming deep brown. The brass hardware stands out against the dark burnish. Tim turns it over in his hands and admires it, appreciating the way it fits neatly in his palm. It’s quite high quality, even Tim can see that. But of course, the box is only an accessory to its contents. There was a fleeting consideration to shake it, but Tim stamped down on the urge. Afterall, whatever was inside was an antique, if not ancient.

Tim puzzles over the small metal figurine inside. The purple velvet lining makes the pewter look like silver. But Tim has no clue what the shape is or what it represents. He squints at it in the waning afternoon light of the hall. The pronged circle attached to a wide rectangle vaguely resembles an ancient depiction of a human, if humans had horns. Or maybe the circle is a torso and the prongs artistic rendition of limbs? The prong is flared, almost like it has a crown.

There's a leather throng looped through the head. Tim thinks it's ugly and wonders what type of person would wear it. Sometimes Mother wore the ancient jewelry they collected, but this wasn't to her usual taste. Thus there must be something culturally important about it.

A mystery. Tim likes those. He likes solving things, he likes worrying his mind over pieces that don't fit until they do. Afterall, it's how he figured out Batman’s and both Robins’ identities and started birdwatching.

He pushes to his feet and jogs up the stairs. The computer in his dad's office has an internet connection. No one ever notices Tim using it. The housekeeper won't be around until tomorrow when he's at school. She won't suspect a thing as long as he turns it off and doesn't make a mess.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, Tim trips over his abandoned skateboard. In the moment between losing his balance and hitting the ground, Tim thinks “oh crap” and prepares mentally for impact. Tim is no stranger to the fickle ways of gravity. You don't learn to skateboard without becoming the proud owner of scars and bruises. Tim automatically outstretches his hands to catch his fall

The strange pendant, still clutched in his hand, catches the soft meaty flesh of his palm. Tim hisses in pain, knee smarting. Gathers himself to sit cross legged and kicks the skateboard, annoyed at himself. He carefully uncurls his fingers, then gulps at the large gash on his hand. 

Oh god, Tim thinks while blinking at the deep cut. That definitely needs stitches. Oh shit, who can he call to get stitches? Who can take him? Tim glances around himself as if expecting someone to appear, to come running at the sound of his fall, to coo over his cut. 

A cold feeling fills his belly. Stupid. Tim knows there's no one there to help. But still he looked. Stupid.

Blood drips onto his jeans. He needs to get up, find a first aid kit. Skating is going to suck like this. He blinks back tears.

The light in the hallways shifts, darkens. It's getting late. He really needs to get up. With a sigh, Tim scolds himself then pushes to his feet, hurt hand cradled to his chest. But as he stands, the light continues to ebb away, darkness swirling around him. Tim freezes. The air pressure shifts and Tim shivers in the sudden chill.

“I am Fright Knight, Lord of Fear and the Spirit of All Hallows's Eve. Who dares summon me?” a voice rumbles, echoes, rings through the hallways, deep and haughty. Tim whirls towards it, hands halfway to covering his ears.

And nearly trips again on his skateboard. A man in a pure black suit of armor, glowing a menacing green, floats half a foot over the ground. Tim can't see the man's face as he towers over him, but the green glowing eyes bore into him.

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?” Tim snaps. Ok, dumb move probably. But what else is Tim going to do? He's twelve and home alone.

The suit of armor tilts its head. Oh right, duh, Tim. It answered that.

“Right, Fright Knight, summoned. Was it this?” He shows the knight his hand and thoroughly bloodied pendant. They both stare at his hand. A quiet plip-plip of blood dripping onto the floor accentuates the quiet.

“Where are your guardians?”

“Not home.” Tim isn’t an idiot. He knows better than to tell people his parents are out of the country. Or that he’s home alone.

“When will they return home?”

Tim stares at the floating suit of armor for a long time. There’s an impression it is squinting at him. He shrugs.

Plip-plip goes his hand.

(Remainder of the fic on ao3!)

Monster Spotlight: Tanuki

CR 4

Chaotic Neutral Medium Monstrous Humanoid

Bestiary 3, pg. 259

These mischievous, fun-loving, shapeshifting raccoons are far less violent or angry than the one displayed by the actual art, preferring trickery and music to brawls and battle. Fittingly enough, it's often believed that a Tanuki is born from the proto-soul that comes to inhabit any well-loved and well-used tool or appliance that manages to last a whole 100 years while still being used (an origin story that may be accurate or may yet be refuted when new canon material comes out later this year), so it's very likely that most Tanuki are generally decent folk, depending on which tool they were born from.

small annoyance before we continue: I'm a bit miffed that Paizo didn't give the Tanuki their ability to transform into inanimate objects (though they allude to it in their lore block), but it's an easy enough fix for a DM that wants to let them have one of their more famous features. We will uh. we will not be discussing their most famous feature anywhere on this blog. paizo wisely decided to leave that out.

Anyway, these amusing little raccoons live for the moment, spending their days merry and their nights curled up in the comfiest beds they can find, working to fill their lives and the lives of everyone around them with fun and food. While they can freely shapeshift into the form of a mundane raccoon, they're more likely using their 1/day Veil to masquerade as a humanoid, slipping into civilization to partake in whatever fun and festivities they can find. If they cannot find any, though, by god will they make some, utilizing their 3/day Major Creation to conjure whatever gems and gold they need to pay for it and their 1/day Create Food and Water to whip up some meager but filling fare. That this conjured money disappears an hour or so later is of no consequence to the trickster, who expects to either be long gone or too drunk to care by then. They frequent bars and eateries, exchanging songs and stories for food and drink as they look through the crowds for potential marks.

Not to steal from, mind, but to mess with. Tanuki enjoy humbling braggarts, humiliating bullies, pranking those they've judged as evil, and joking about with the dour and brooding for the entertainment of not only themselves, but whatever friends they've made for the night. Their goal is good times, after all, and anyone who sours the mood can find themselves at the tail end of whatever ridiculous scheme the Tanuki has hatched to maximize the day's joy. Though the book mentions their ability to turn weapons and tools into harmless items like teapots and cutlery, they do not possess this power in the game proper, but what they DO have is Shrink Item 1/day to collapse the first sword brought against them into a toothpick or, even more pettily, transforming the chair or table some stuck-up schmuck is sitting at into a washcloth and watching them tumble to the ground.

Shrink Item obviously has utility beyond this for the Tanuki with its days-long duration, but using it to mess with people is their go-to. Its other primary use is allowing the little raccoon men to hide weapons in unexpected places, typically having their primary weapon--a quarterstaff--masquerading as a straw stuck in their mouth, woven into their hair, or used as one half of a set of chopsticks. It's rarely brought out with the intent to kill, the Tanuki more likely to fight defensively or battle for only a few rounds as an opponent makes a fool of themselves and the little spirit can dance about and drink as it avoids their blows, but they can be startlingly vicious in combat when it comes to it.

Tanuki can wallop someone twice with each end of their staff for 1d6+2 and 1d6+1 damage a round, then quickly spin around and give them an extra slap with their sturdy tails or shoulder-check them for an additional 1d6+1 damage... but it's rarely going to stay at base numbers. Remember what I said about them drinking during battle? They have a reason to. Tanuki carry around special gourds at their side that always seem to be full of delicious sake while in their hands, and as a swift action they can drink from these gourds to gain any one of the following spell effects at will: Haste (for more AC and extra attacks), Rage (for additional damage at the cost of AC), False Life (for a chunk of long-lasting temporary HP; typically they've already done this hours ago), or Divine Favor (for +2 to attack and damage rolls). The book notes that Tanuki with more HD or class levels can gain different or more powerful spells from their sake bottles, essentially handing the DM a blank check to give them literally whatever advantage they want in case Haste + Divine Favor isn't enough to turn the tides.

This isn't without cost, as one may expect. Sake is strong stuff, and though a Tanuki's Sake Affinity blesses them with powerful magic, it also lowers their AC and their Reflex saves by 1 for one minute per drink they take, and these penalties stack with themselves. They trade their defenses for offensive power, and with only 17 AC and +5/+7/+6 as their defenses (no resistances or immunities!), they have to be sure that their offense is as powerful as possible to dissuade their targets from going further. Often, one just needs to reduce a Tanuki to about half or so HP before it cuts its losses and flees, very few willing to fight to the death for any cause, but be wary of turning your back to it once it starts running, because it's got Magic Stone 3/day and a sling to huck the enchanted pebbles to get in a few painful (and dangerous) parting shots once your defenses are down.

Some side notes before we close out: Tanuki have a constant Detect Poison on themselves, which at first seems to be there to combo with their at-will Purify Food and Drink, but PFaD is actually there to keep their travel rations created from Create Food and Water shelf-stable for as long as they need. The TRUE purpose of Detect Poison is to give the Tanuki a beer radar, because all alcohol is classified as a poison in Pathfinder. They're basically bloodhounds for booze!

You can read more about them here.

Mother

@wolfstarmicrofic

"My sweet boy, I am going to miss you so much, you know that, right?" Hope squeezes Remus in her arms, just like she had done when he was 4, 6, 11, 14. It's embarrassing, really. Remus is a grown man of nearly 16, and his mum still cuddles him like a toddler sometimes. She presses a kiss to his cheek, and then drops an extra bag of galleons into his pocket.

"Mum, that's not necessary!"

"Now, is that how we accept presents?" Hope gives Remus one of her very stern looks, just when the train whistles and blows steam all over the platform.

"Thank you, mum," Remus replies, and then hugs her again, for good measure. Despite his own grandios thoughts of being too old for this kind of attention, Remus already knows he'll miss her by dinner. Then he bids Hope goodbye, and darts off, looking for his friends. James is in a very similar predicament as he was in just now, with Mrs Potter trying to magically fix his hair and immediately roughing it up again when she pulls him into another hug, as James blushes. Peter just enters the trainstation with his own teary eyed mother and the new owl he got for his birthday. Every time he tries to make himself taller and to step out of her orbit, Mrs Pettigrew pulls him back to scold him. With her warm eyes and warmer hugs there is really not much the scolding does though. Mrs Snape beams proudly up at her lanky son and Mrs Evans smuggles the yearly bag of homemade fudge into lily's bag when she isn't looking. Motherly love all around. Dozens of students are hanging out of opened windows to chat with their mothers, waiting for the train to start.

But the face Remus is looking for is nowhere to be found. Remus collects Peter and James, and their trio goes to find a compartment for the four of them. Instead they find one already occupied.

Sirius sits a few seats away from the window, enough not to be visible to the outside, but from the looks of it, close enough to look out. He flinches when they enter and greet him, his expression bored, even a bit disgusted. When Peter asks where Sirius' mother is, he laughs in that manic way of his. James and Remus share an alarmed look, and Remus slaps peters head to shut him up.

"Aw not even your mother loves you then, Black?" Snapes cold voice sneers from outside from their open compartment door. "Imagine being this fucked up! Even dark creatures," and at that snape fixes his eyes on Remus, "are still somewhat worthy of love and here argh!" Snapes voice gets cut off when three different jinxes are fired toward him, and he quickly flees the scene. Sirius laughs again, louder this time, and he closes the door so harshly that the window breaks from it. With shaking fingers Sirius repairs it, and then slumps back into his seat. The laughter had dried up and his expression had gone back to bored. He immediately launches into a new topic of conversation, that keeps all four of them so occupied that the topic of mother's gets dropped. After a while Sirius must feel Remus' eyes on him, which he hadn't been able to avert the entire time, completely captivated by the man before him, as always. Admiring his beauty and checking for signs of abuse at the same time. When Sirius looks over to Remus he still seems taken aback to have his eyes on him. Sirius raises a brow. Remus smiles but then looks out of the window, ruminating about Sirius. What it would feel like to have a mother who isn't a bit overbearing with her love, especially on harder days. Who isn't determined to squeeze every last drop of fun out of every situation. To have a mother he'd have to reject openly, every day of the week, in the hope that he himself doesn't get thrown into the same box as her. To still get detention for every illegal spell used on school grounds, as the family he comes from is known to be close to the dark arts. Sirius of course laughs it all off. He always has. And he has spent every year making sure Remus would never be measured with the same scales as Sirius himself is. As Sirius measures himself. When for indiscernable reasons, Sirius operates on a goodness he apparently was never shown. A miracle, really.

Something changes in that moment within Remus. It's so miniscule it could capsize a universe. In the span between two trees that rush along outside, Remus' silly schoolboy crush turns into full blown romantic love.

Unattainable Part XI (Eddie X Theater Girl) 

Warnings: Definitely smut right here. Utterly adorable Eddie Munson with a flash of insecurity. Theater girl does have a panic attack that Eddie is there for. Panic Attacks are no fun. If you experience them, come here so I can give you a hug <3!

Word count: 3370

“Eddie…”, I gasp as I stare into the wrapped up giftbox he handed me. I was at a complete loss for words as I held up the two plane tickets. 

“I thought we could go check out the town and the school. Maybe get a feel for what it’s going to be like when we get up there.” 

“I-I don’t know what to say.” I stumble over my words still in complete shock. “You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I mean, we would need to go up there sometime before we move and I had a little extra money since SOMEONE threw a bunch of money at me like I was a stripper.” Eddie wiggles his shoulders, moving his arms like he’s dancing. 

“Are those your moves? I think I may have overpaid.” I giggle at him as he playfully slaps my thigh. “Thank you, baby.”

Crawling up my body, he pushes me back against his bed as he kisses my lips. 

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A few weeks later, we were on the plane headed to New York. Eddie had completely crashed out next to me seeing as how we had to get up at 4am to make our flight. 

“Eddie, why did you pick such an early flight then?”

“Because we’re only going to be there for the weekend and I wanted us to see as much as possible. Also, I’m an idiot!”

After landing, we dropped off our things at the hotel and immediately took off to explore the city. We explored some of the stores and walked around Times Square. The vibe of everything around me made me feel alive and excited. It felt like this is where I belonged and I hoped Eddie felt the same. His big, beautiful eyes were looking around at our surroundings soaking everything in.

“Babe, can you imagine?” I let go of his hand and ran in front of him gesturing towards one of the billboards above us. “’Tonight, at Madison Square Garden! Bon Jovi, Def Leopard, and the main attraction Corroded Coffin!’ Then there will be a picture of you 3 standing together with your instruments like you don’t care even though you do.” The grin on Eddie’s face grew as he watched me speak. “What?”

Coming up behind me, he pulled me against his chest, leaning his chin on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms over his as he looped them around my stomach. “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever seen you.”

“Eddie. I’m happy when I’m with you.”

“Naw, Sweetheart, this is different. I like it.” He leans his head down and places a kiss on my lips. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful…”

“Aw. Gross.” 

He laughs at me as he lets me go, grabbing my hand. “Come on, you disgustingly unattractive female. We have somewhere we need to be.”

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The American Academy of Dramatic Arts Front Office. I read the sign above the entry way as Eddie walks into the room. 

“Hey, uh, I’m Eddie Munson. I called a couple of weeks ago and scheduled a tour of the school for me and my girlfriend.”

“Ah yes. I see you two here. Let me tell the girl you’re ready.”

 “You set this up?” I ask when he saunters back over to where I’m standing. “You? Thee Eddie Munson who can’t even turn in homework on time.”

“Hey, ok. I can manage to get some things done on time if I care enough, Princess.” He squints at me pretending to be annoyed. 

“Hi there!” A small, spunky girl comes out of the office and greets us in the hallway. She reaches forward and shakes our hands with a bit too much enthusiasm. “I’m Jackie. I’m going to show you guys around today! I see here we have a future Oscar winner in the making. Very cool! And what about you? What’s your major going to be?”

Both Eddie and I were completely taken off guard by her energy. He could be animated and loud but this was Eddie times 10. 

“Oh, um, she’s the college girl. I’m just—”

“That is so fine! Maybe after the tour you’ll see something we offer that you might you like.”

He looks at me with wide, startled eyes and I can’t help but giggle as I take his hand in mine as we follow her to our next destination. 

The campus was gorgeous. Every place Jackie displayed on her tour made me fall more in love but it wasn’t until she showed us the stage that the reality of everything hit me. 

“This is the main stage here where you will spend a lot of your time, my dear.” She gestures to me with a big smile. 

“Wow. This place is pretty amazing. What do you think, babe?” Eddie turns to look me and I can tell something in my look worries him. “Hey, Jackie, do you think we can get a few minutes?”

“Of course! Take your time.” She flashes her pearly white teeth as she smiles. “I’m going to run to the restroom which is right outside the door here. Come out when you guys are ready.”

As soon as the auditorium door shuts, I feel Eddies hands griping my arms. “Ok, Sweetheart, what’s going on? Talk to me.” My breathing starts to quicken, my heart racing. My legs give out from underneath me but Eddie catches me, guiding me down to the floor. “Whoa! It’s ok. You’re ok. I’m here. You’re safe.”

“Eddie…I-I-I… don’t think…” I stumble over my thoughts as Eddie pulls me on to his lap. My head leans against his chest as I listen to his heartbeat. He keeps repeating softly that I’m safe as he runs his fingers through my hair. After a few moments, I feel everything in my body start to calm down. I reach up to whip the tears that had fallen from my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

His chest moves up and down as he chuckles. “Sorry for what? Feeling?”

“I think I saw the stage and it reminded me of everything I’ve been through to get here. Then I thought what if I made the wrong choice? What if I’m bad at this? What if things go wrong?”

“Baby! Come on now.” Eddie pulls my head back and cups my cheeks in his hands. “That right there. That’s your drunk moms voice in your head. Listen to me, ok? Hear my sultry tone.” I exhale a laugh. “You were born to do this. You deserve this. Nothing is going to go wrong. You know why? Because I’m here. I’m not going to let you fall. Literally!” I laugh as he kisses my forehead. 

Eddie feels something press against his shoulder and turns around to see Jackie handing him a water bottle. “Here. Drink this.” He cracks it open, handing it to me as she takes a seat in one of the auditorium chairs. “When I first moved here from Wisconsin, I was terrified. Small town girl who was raised by my grandparents after my mom died and my dad couldn’t be bothered. On my first day of classes, I had a panic attack in the girl’s restroom. I called my grandpa and told him I didn’t think I could do this. He said that no matter what I decided to do he and my grandmother were proud of me and supported me. I decided to give it one more day and here I am 3 years later.” 

Jackie stood up and extended her hand to help me up which I took. Eddie was next to me holding my forearm for support. I folded my arms around her neck and she reciprocated, squeezing me tightly around my waist. 

“Thank you.” I whisper from her shoulder. 

“Of course.” She lets me go and starts heading out the doors as we follow. 

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“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to—”

“Eddie! I’m fine. I promise.”

He sighs as he leans back against our hotel room bed. “I’m just saying. We can go to the bars and restaurants tomorrow if you want to stay in.”

I turn off the light as I exit the bathroom. “I’m fine, my knight. Now how do I look?”

Eddie overdramatically hoists himself up off the bed. “Wow.”

“Good wow or bad wow?”

He gets up, his eyes scanning my body up and down. I had bought a new dress specifically for a night like this. I knew Eddie would love the night life here, or so I’ve heard. I wanted him to have fun and to look good for him. To be fair, Eddie would say I looked beautiful in anything but I wanted tonight to be special. I purchased this casual blue sundress that flowed right above my knee. I pulled my long hair up in a messy bun and accessorized my feet with the same color blue converse. 

Eddie shakes his head as if waking up from dream. “Um, good wow. Very good, my lady. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress before. I mean, a real one not the costumes…” His voice starts to trail off as he glances down at himself. “I feel kind of underdressed.”

Tonight, he had on his usual torn up jeans and a Motley Crue t-shirt with his leather jacket. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him to me planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. “You look perfect.”

We walked around a few blocks before we found a pizza place to devour some much need food. While we were eating Eddie started talking to a group sitting next us who were all headed to bar around the corner where bands were going to perform and they invited us to tag along. The bar itself was amazing. Definitely bigger than anything we had back in Hawkins. People were spread out all over the place with most of them moshing near the stage as the band raged. 

Eddie was in heaven as he looked around ecstatically taking everything in. We found a table near the side and ordered a round of drinks. I pushed his knee with my own.

“Go! Go be with your people!” I smiled up at him as he kissed the top of my head and disappeared with some of our new friends into the crowd near the stage. 

I sat with the tiny group that stayed behind as they told me about the city. They recommended some hot spots to go to and even gave me some pointers when looking for places to live. 

The music stopped and Eddie careened into the table drenched in sweat. 

“You okay?” I laugh at him, my eyes wide with amusement. 

“Oh honey, I’m more than ok!” He leans into me trying to hug me as I playfully screech, flashing him a disgusted look. He chuckles taking my hand under the table as I lean against his shoulder. 

In the early hours of the AM, our friends had to leave but they gave us their numbers and insisted we all hang out again after Eddie and I move. In the middle of our cab ride to the hotel, I felt Eddie’s fingers glide along my neck and down my shoulder. He leaned down towards me, his nose grazing my cheek. His warm breath against my neck made a shiver run through my body.

We both jerked forward as the driver pressed on the breaks. “Here you go, kids.” I thanked him as Eddie gave him some cash. While we waited for the elevator Eddie danced on his toes anxiously. The door opened and he held his palm on the door, gesturing for me to enter first. 

As soon as the doors close, Eddie was on me grabbing my face and bringing my lips to his. When I felt my back hit the wall I encircled my arms around his neck, leaping into his and wrapped my legs around his waist. My tongue danced with his, swallowing my moans as he started grinding his hips between my legs. 

The elevator dinged open and we were met with judge filled eyes from people waiting to get on. We giggle apologies as we passed them, jogging towards our room. Pressed up on the outside of our door, I clung to Eddie kissing any place I could reach while he dug for the key. 

As I started undoing his belt buckle, the door beeped open and I fell backwards into our room onto the floor. 

“Sweetheart!” Eddie smiled when he noticed I was cackling from the ground. “I am so sorry. Are you ok?”

Instead of verbally responding, I got up on my knees and scooted towards him. He stumbled backwards closing the door with his body as I unbuttoned his pants and reached my hand into his boxers pulling out his fully hard cock. I licked the tip and down his length with my tongue before fully encasing him in my mouth.

His hand rested against the back of my head, guiding me as I took all of him, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat. 

“Fuck, baby.”  Eddie thrust his hips slightly making me gag. “God, that feels so good.” He moves above me and I hear the sound of his shirt hitting the floor. Eddie delicately grabbed my head, bringing my lips to his. Without breaking contact, he crawled down to my level, pushing me back against the floor. 

“Um, excuse me. I wasn’t done.” I whine between kisses.

Lifting my dress, he reaches in and slides off my panties. “Can’t wait. Need you now.”, he pants, positioning himself outside of my entrance. “Fuck. You are so wet.” He moans as he rubs his cock up against my dripping cunt. “You ready for me, babe?” I aggressively nod my head, moving my hips against his. “Tell me. Tell me you want me.”

I nudge the tip of his nose with mine, hovering my lips over his. “Please Eddie. I need to feel you inside me. Please, baby. Don’t you want to watch me cum?”

He lets out a growl from his throat as he slides his cock into me. Eddie doesn’t hold back, thrusting into me roughly. I unhook my hands from him long enough to pull my dress over my head and his lips fall to chest. His fingers roam behind my back, unclasping my bra, and throwing it across the room. 

Suddenly, he stops moving. “Fuck. I forgot…I forgot the condom.” He pants, lifting his body up on his hands. I quickly reach for him pulling him back to me. 

“It’s ok. It’s ok. Just pull out. I trust you.” I press my hips up into his, trailing kisses along his chin and jaw. “Please don’t stop. I’m almost there. Please, baby.”

Eddie closes his eyes, sighing in pleasure, as he leans his head to the side of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes his cock deeper into my pussy. His pace was now much slower but the intensity of each thrust as he slammed his hips into mine caused my eyes to roll back. The sound of his heavy breathing and grunting in my ear drove me right to the edge.

“F-Fuck ohmygod. Don’t stop, Eddie. Just like that.”

He lifted his head and placed his forehead on mine. “Yeah? Just like that?” I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Come on, baby. I can fuck I can feel you getting tighter. You feel so good. Cum for me. You know I love watching your beautiful face as you cum around my cock.”

I moaned his name against his lips as the coil in my belly snapped, my body shuddering beneath him. Eddie softly pressed his lips to mine. “Good girl. Fucking so gorgeous when you cum.”, he whispers as his hips start picking up that quick rhythm as he chases his own high. 

When I feel his hips start to stutter, I push against his chest as he pulls out and sits on his heels. I quickly maneuver my mouth around his cock, trying to match his original pace. After a few seconds, I hear him whimper above me as he grabs my head holding it still as he releases down my throat. I pull him out with a subtle pop and glide up his body to meet his lips.

Eddie smiles as he gets to his feet, picking me up, and carrying me over to the bed where he gently lays me down. We lay there silently for a while just kissing and running our hands over other. He was right. This is the happiest I had ever been and I couldn’t wait for our life to begin here. 

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“Yeah, these were the ones the girls told me about yesterday.” I pointed up at the apartment building in front of us. “They said that these are a good ‘starter place’ for first time New Yorkers.”

“Let’s take a look.” Eddie opened the door for me as we made our way inside. The man behind the desk greeted us and asked us a few questions. 

“Okay and neither of you have an income down here yet?” He inquired. 

“Oh, not yet. We just wanted to look to get an idea.” When I turned to glance at Eddie, I noticed his face and smile had fallen slightly. When I asked if he was ok, he told me was fine, taking my hand as we followed the gentleman up to a vacant model. 

“Wow, it has a beautiful view.”

“Yeah. It’s not the most glamours place but it IS very close to the school and it has all the major things a person needs.”

I laugh at him as he tells me more about the area and the building itself. While we talk, Eddie walked around uncharacteristically quiet as he moved about. When we leave the guy gives me his card, advising we call if we have any more questions. Eddie has his hands in his jacket pockets and I loop my arm through his.

“If you don’t like it, there are a ton more places we can look at.”

“I liked it. I liked it a lot.” He says without looking at me. 

I step in front of him, blocking him from moving forward. “Talk to me, Eddie.”

He looks down at me briefly before grabbing my hand and pulling me across the street towards a near by park. He flops down on a bench bringing me down with him. 

“I feel bad.” When I look at him quizzically, he breathes out a deep sigh. “Look, you have school, you have your acting, you have all this stuff going for you and I don’t know…” Eddie looks down at his hands. “People keep asking me what I’m going to do up here and I have no idea. I feel like a bum.”

I reach for his chin and using the tips of my fingers, I lift up his face. “It always surprises me when you say things like that. Eddie, you’re not a bum. We still have time before we move. Remember this was just to get an idea. Now that we know we can plan better. It’s not a big deal.” I slide over to him, resting my head on his chest as he holds me tightly to him. “You’re safe with me to. I love you.” 

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The plane lands in Indiana at a little after noon. I hated to leave New York but soon we’d be coming back. Since I knew my mom wasn’t going to be home Eddie offered for me to rest at his trailer before he took me home since it was closer to where we were now. When we pulled in there was a car outside neither of us recognized. 

“Maybe one of Wayne’s friends?”, I asked.

“Um, I don’t think so. It’s not one of their cars that I know of.” He replied, reaching for my hand to help me down from the van. 

When we walked through the door, my entire body froze. 

“Hey Dad.” 

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A/N: I think some of my day to day flowed in here. My therapist and I just had a session about me 'feeling my feelings.' Like ma'am. I am a depressive. I FEEL all day. Lol. But for real, your feelings are valid <3. It's ok to feel what you're feeling. Just know you aren't alone.

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ Alternatives 2 AI Art ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

So, the AI Art discussion has been a huge hot topic for not only the WoW RP community, but the entire internet as we know it. Because we are such a creative community, it’s no wonder people want aesthetically pleasing visuals for their characters. However, not everyone has the finances for a commission or wants to slap down $100+ dollars for a fully rendered full body.

But in turn, AI Art steals artists’ pieces - most often without their knowledge. I’m not here to shame people who’ve used AI Art, but rather come together with others in the WoW RP community in order to bring awareness viable free & paid substitutes for people.

This post will be split into 3 sections: free, paid and DIY, each with an example! Links for each resource will be below.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ Free Visuals ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Below is a collect of 'doll' or 'dress up' sites that offer hundreds of different genres to dress up and create your own unique design with. Artists are constantly uploading new games all the time. Though majorly fem dominated, there are some good masc and andro ones!

Picrew

{Avatar Creator}

https://picrew.me/en

Azalea’s Dolls

{Dress-Up}

https://www.azaleasdolls.com

Doll Divine

{Dress-Up}

https://www.dolldivine.com

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ Paid Visuals ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

OKAY B4 YOU GO OFF (｡Ŏ ᗜ Ŏ ̆ ｡)

You can find some affordable artists to commission on these sites and even pay WoW gold for some. I tried to accommodate for those who are probably like me and a poor ass college student. Just hear me out, homie-

Artists & Clients

{Commissions}

A freelancing site where you can hire from a number of artists. There's checks and balances in place to make sure either or doesn't get scammed. Different artists will have different rules, commissions, expectations, etc. My experience with it has been good so far though and you can find art for most budgets!

https://artistsnclients.com

Fivver

{Commissions}

Another freelance site where artists offer up their services. Fivver is a little hit-or-miss in my opinion and there are people offering AI Art commissions on here as well.

However, you can really find some hidden gems for good prices!

It’s not limited to art either! There's other services you can purchase as well.

https://www.fiverr.com

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ DIY ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

They say if you want something done, do it yourself! Below is my inner Pinterest girl having a love child with my Roleplayer. All of the tools/sites I've added below are free, so you won't have to worry about the cost of it. So get your impractical DIY on. ~(˘▾˘~)

Photo Editing

{Photography}

Not all of your references have to be drawn. You can edit photos to make your character! Hell, all you really need is MSPaint at most.

https://www.gimp.org

https://picsart.com

Moodboards

{Photography}

✨AeStHeTiC✨- Moodboards are like little collages you put together of photos that relate to your character! You can add snips of text, locations important to your OC, outfits, features, you name it! You can find tons of photos here on Tumblr for it, as well as Pinterest and Weheartit, then mush them together in an editing software!

https://www.pinterest.ca

https://weheartit.com/about/app

Face Claims

{Photography}

If you’re apart of the Tumblr crowd, you already know about these. It’s like, picking an actor for your OC in a way! There’s HUNDREDS of Tumblr accounts dedicated to cataloging public figures for face claims - by description too! I’ll put their accounts down below so you can all get some ideas!

Draw

{Art}

It sounds a little silly saying it, but genuinely try picking up art yourself! Draw your own character with your own little gremlin RP hands. Roleplay was a very big driving force for me learning art in my youth. All you need to pencil and paper! There’s also plenty of free drawing programs you can use as well when starting out!

Also check with your local community centres, as many often provide free or cheap art classes!

https://firealpaca.com

https://www.clipstudio.net/en/

https://krita.org/en/

I hope this post has been helpful and given people even more tools to enhance their roleplay experience.

Until my next masterpost (or shitpost). P.S Sorry it took so fuckin' long to make I'm a slow poke. o7

Rabbits and Birds (ROTTMNT Fic)

Summary: Tina and her friends help someone get back home.

Note: I think I figured out why I stopped writing my TMNT fanfiction... (sigh). I kept wanting to play with other people's characters and have them play with mine. I wanted to be respectful of those people's cannon so I never wrote them in too much detail in my stories, but that just ended up making me feel lonely and not a part of the fun... So this will be the last time I'll be mentioning anyone's OC's in my fanfictions. You all should check out their art and stories, they're really good.

https://www.tumblr.com/rheawritesforfun https://www.tumblr.com/digitl-art-monstr https://www.tumblr.com/fluffytriceratops

Alba belongs to rheawritesforfun

Word Count: 3972

AO3

Fanfiction

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            Tina was grounded, from the little stunt she pulled with the turtle boys and how she infiltrated that “dog" fighting ring when Itsuki had every intention of doing it on his own. It didn't stop her from leaving the house whenever she wanted though. Hanging out with the turtles and April has made her more defiant towards authority figures.             Despite that it made the chunky, blond girl anxious that she was disobeying at all. She had hoped that if she had succeeded in a mission without her father there, he would see that he was being too overbearing. Instead, he seemed to decide on doubling down. If that's how he's going to act. Then she decided to double down too. Which is why she was in the dark sewers with the turtle boys and April, instead of being in her room studying.             “So what did Donnie do?”             Donnie started explaining in his usual techno babble, making the answer much more complicated than it had to be before April cut him off.             “He made an interdimensional portal.”             “That's very cool.” Tina stated.             “Yep, it sure is. It certainly makes me the coolest one here,” he bragged.             April and the other boys rolled their eyes.             “Yah,” Tina agreed.             Donnie sputtered a bit at that, not expecting her to just agree with him.             “Careful now,” Leo said, “You might inflate his ego too much.”             Tina giggled, then said, “Says the walking definition of ego.”             Everyone laughed as Leo slapped Tina’s arm.             The six of them make it to their new underground home. The abandoned train station was big and roomy and according to the turtle fam, it had a bigger living room, and they all had more room for their own things.             For example, Mikey had a dedicated art room, Raph had a dedicated weightlifting room, and Leo had a mirror room to practice his poses and jokes in; unlike what they had in their old sewer home.             Donnie always had an extra room even before the destruction of their old home.             However, when they entered the underground home, all the lights were out.             “Is Dad watching a movie,” Mikey asked.             “I don’t hear his soaps going,” Raph stated.             “Must be a faulty line again,” Donnie sighed.             “Want some help,” April offered.             Donnie nodded and the two of them went towards the breaker.             Tina, not knowing what else to do, started walking around and admiring their home in the dark, shining her phone flashlight on every little thing. She always liked this part of being invited to someone’s house, it’s like a little adventure and you get to learn about people through the things that they collect.             Mikey glomped onto Tina and happily said, “When Donnie’s done fixing the lights and showing you his portal, do you want to see my art projects I’ve been working on.”             “Yah. That sounds like fun.”             Mikey rubbed his face against Tina’s shoulder excitedly as he kept on hugging her. It made the blond girl laugh.             “Oh, Tina, have I told you about my new weightlifting record,” Raph asked.             “No. I don’t think so.”             Tina playfully pushed Mikey off herself. Mikey gave her a halfhearted pout.             “I can bench press three hundred pounds now,” he said, his chest puffing out in pride.             Tina clapped her hands, “That’s so cool.”             “Oh, yah!” Leo said, sliding in front of Raph, “Not as cool as this though!”             Leo then proceeded to do a cool little trick of taking a water bottle; that he portal-ed from somewhere, cut it in half, made the water do pretty shapes through the portals he made, then he drank all the water in one gulp while making the plastic bottle disappear.             Tina clapped, ooo-ing, and aaa-ing. “Very impressive. That must have taken you a long time to get down.”             Leo leaned casually on his swords, “Nah, it was nothing.”             Tina doubted that.             “You should show that to your girlfriend,” the blond girl teased.             “Me and Alba are just friends,” Leo flustered.             “Who said anything about Alba,” Mikey interjected.             Raph was tittering behind his fists with the way Leo was fumbling over his words. Tina and Mikey were smiling smugly at Leo.             “Oy! Shut up! All of you!” Leo finally shouted before pouting to himself.             Tina and Mikey went up to Leo, each taking a side to drape themselves over him.             “Awe, you love us,” Mikey cooed.             “You’d be lost without us,” Tina drawled.             Leo pouted harder.             “Alright, everyone. New problem.”             Everyone turned to Donnie’s voice as April and the purple turtle came out of Don’s lab with an anthropomorphic white rabbit following behind them. The rabbit was wearing blue traditional Japanese samurai robes.             “Apparently, the dimension that I had the portal door open to, wasn’t as empty as I originally thought it was,” Donnie tactfully said.             For Tina, all thoughts went out the window at the sight of the white rabbit man. He looked so fluffy, and she immediately fell into the grips of cute aggression.             Tina squealed, then ran at the white rabbit.             The rabbit made a motion like he was grabbing something from his side, but Tina had her arms wrapped around him in a big bear hug before he could move.             “You’re so cute!” Tina exclaimed.             There was a moment of quiet as Tina appreciated the soft fur she was feeling against her face, before the white rabbit spoke.             “Your women here are so forward. I don’t know if there’ll be enough of me to go around.”             Hearing him speak was very sobering for Tina.             Without looking at him and, ignoring everyone’s muffled chuckling, Tina had her arms raised up like she was a goal post and she stiffly moved to hide behind Raph.             The white rabbit chuckled then said, “I am Miyamoto Usagi. I am a rōnin of Nippon. I was ambushed by bandits before I fell into your brother’s contraption.”             “Yah. And since a person wasn’t supposed to go through the portal yet, my machine—”             “—It threw a huge hissy fit and fried everything electrical in a twenty-mile radius,” April finished Donnie’s sentence.             “So now we have to find a new power source or Usagi here will have to get comfortable living here for a while,” Donnie added.             “Oh cool. We can show you around New York,” Mikey said, excitedly.             Usagi chuckled, then said, “I would appreciate that, but I’m afraid I do not wish to stay long. I have a mission that I must finish that will only get worse the longer the problem festers.”             Mikey deflated.             Raph punched the palm of his hand and said, “Then it’s settled. We’ll have to find a new power source, ASAP. Donnie?”             Donnie started typing away on his computer wristwatch as he started babbling about all the different types of power voltages they’ll need and where they should get it.             Tina peeked out from behind Raph and said, “Um. It’s Thunder Bird mating season.”             Everyone looked at her.             Donnie shrugged at her, “So?”             “Well, a dead or unfertilized Thunder Bird egg has the electrical power of ten cities, and they’re easily portable. Would that be enough power to reopen your portal?”             “Um, yah,” Donnie said.             “Man, why aren’t we using that as a source of green energy,” Leo asked as he casually leaned against one of his swords.             Tina walked out from behind Raph and said, “Well they’re an endangered species and they’re highly territorial and they are protective of their young. But don’t worry. I’m friends with Baby Bird. They’re having their second mating this year. I remember when they were just an egg,” Tina cooed.             “How long will it take to reach your Baby Bird,” Usagi asked.             Tina resisted the urge to hide behind Raph again and said, “Not long. We’ll have to pass a type of trial but getting to the area is just a portal away.” Tina got out her phone and pulled up the map app. Then she showed it to Leo.             With a cocky head nod, Leo said, “Oh, yah. I can definitely get us there. No problem.”             With a flick of his wrist and a swipe of his sword, a large blue portal opened.             “Ladies first,” Leo said with a bow.             Tina bowed back and said, “Age before beauty.”             Leo gasped offended, “We’re the same age.”             Tina giggled and said, “I’m closer to Mikey’s age than to yours.”             “Well, I’m sixteen,” Usagi stated as he walked through the portal.             “And I’m older than all of ya,” April stated proudly before dunking on Tina and Leo, then jumping through the portal.             Tina laughed as Leo pouted at April, and the rest of the gang made their way through the portal.             As the portal disappeared behind them, the seven of them found themselves at a grand expanse of emptiness. It looked like an abandoned parking lot.             “This is where we’re getting the special eggs,” Donnie scoffed, “Nuh-uh,             Leon take us back, I have—Woah!”             Tina had grabbed him by the back of his battle shell and held him proudly over her head as she walked forward. The two of them disappeared like they walked into one of Mary Poppin’s murals.             From the other side, the rest of the party heard Donnie say, “Ah. Magic illusions. Of course,” followed by Tina’s laughter.             Everyone walked over the threshold and woah-ed at the large mountainous expanse before them. In the distance they could see the faint outlines of birds flying around the top of the mountain.             Tina proudly extended her hand out behind her like she was about to present a show, and said, “Welcome to Old Man Mountain, home of the trickster god Raven, he’s the one in charge of this sanctuary. He’s also one of my dad’s work friends.”             “Wait, I thought all the trickster gods were dead,” Leo asked.             “Well, in a sense they are, but you know, they are gods. They just shift and change with the people that believe in them like how a good story that’s passed down through the generations can change,” Tina stated.             Donnie groaned, “I hate magic! We’re not even in an area where a mountain is capable of being this tall. It makes no sense!”             “You’re just mad it doesn’t make sense to you in the way you want it to make sense,” Mikey stated.             “And no, you don’t, Mister Positions Master,” Tina snickered.             “This place is beautiful,” Usagi said as he was still gaping up at the mountain.             “I’ll be sure to tell Raven that when I see him.”             “So uh, how does this work, do we need to check in somewhere, or…” Raph asked.             “Raven’s a bit old fashioned. If we’re worthy, we’ll be able to walk up this mountain in like, five minutes, give or take a few seconds, if we’re not worthy then we’ll be met with obstacle after obstacle until we turn tail or get crushed.”             “Alright,” April said with excitement, “Let’s go!”             April grabbed Mikey and Donnie by their hands and started running up the mountain trail. Tina smiled at the older girl’s exuberance.             Usagi cleared his throat beside Tina and said with a wink, “After you, young goddess.”             Tina couldn’t help the bashful little laugh that came out of her.             It immediately ended with Raph and Leo ooo-ing at her from behind them.             Face absolutely red, Tina marched up the path with Leo and Raph barely containing their laughter.             As they made their way up the mountain, it unfortunately, wasn’t a five-minute trek up the path. Instead, they came across a roadblock of boulders. Then the trail itself went missing. Then when they found it again a few trees fell over and almost crushed half of them. Then a storm started to collect overhead, threatening them with lightning strikes.             Tina looked up angrily at the sky and shook her fist at the lighting that was zipping between the clouds, “Okay! What’s the deal! I’ve walked up this path hundreds of times before and this has never happened, what gives?”             “Maybe one of us isn’t worthy?” Raph said sadly.             “No, it’s not any of us. Something must not be right,” Tina stated.             “Donnie, you’re not thinking any of your evil scientist type thoughts, are ya,” April asked.             “Scoff,” Donnie scoffed, “I’ll have you know, the only thing I’ve been thinking is about staying alive, thank you very much.”             A bolt of lightning struck behind Donnie and he flinched as he threw himself at Raph to be held by him. Mikey huddled closer to Raph as well.             “You are made out of mostly metal, dude,” Leo deadpanned at his techno-twin, “It’s no wonder the lightning likes you the most.”             “Is it me, for some reason,” Usagi asked, looking guilty.             “Naw, Raven’s sister is a Rabbit. If anything, you’d have his blessing based on your species alone.”             Tina got out her fan from her pocket and brought it up level with her nose. She focused on her weapon, and she started to glow pink.             “May I ask, what is going on,” Usagi asked, as he backed away from Tina’s pink glowing form.             April leaned on the white rabbit’s shoulder and said, “Tina’s just using her Tengu Magic. No biggie.”             Usagi turned on April so fast and said, “She’s a Tengu!”             Tina blocked out the noise with a sigh, and she directed her magic at the trees surrounding them, she asked them what was up and what was wrong. The six of them waited for a minute, then Mikey slid up to Tina and asked, “Soooo? Figured it out yet?”             Tina’s eyes glowed pink and she turned her attention deeper into the forest. She pointed with her fan and the trees started to glow a heavy pink color in a thicker part of the woods. Then with a pig-like screech, tree roots punched Meat Sweats out from hiding. He landed on the path before the seven of them as he held his ass with his hands and writhed in pain.             Tina growled, “You! Cannable!”             Mikey was stary eyed at the sight of Meat Sweats.             Everyone else got into battle stance.             Grunting as he got back onto his feet, Meat Sweats said, “Well, darn, I guess there goes that plan.”             “How’d you even find this place?” Tina growled.             “Well, my top-notch nose of course. I’ve been in need of a new ingredient to spice up my cooking, and I’ve heard from the Hidden City that there was a Magic Bird Sanctuary. I so do love me a good poached egg.”             “I’m only telling you this once. Leave. Now,” Tina demanded.             Meat Sweats chuckled, then like a whip, he stretched out his arm and clamped his metal hand around Tina’s waist. Dragging her up to him to be nose to nose.             “I think I’ll start off by making you into—”             Usagi cut off the arm that Meat Sweats was using to hold Tina, making the mutated pig man squeal in pain.             Tina landed on her feet and April used her back as a springboard to launch herself up in the air and swing her bat into Meat Sweats’ face.             Disoriented and distracted, Meat Sweats didn’t see Leo make a bunch of portals appear around him. When he looked up, he saw a red glowing fist punch him in the gut, then in the other side of his face, and twice in the back.             Meat Sweats arm grew back, and he twisted around and stretched his arms out to swipe away the portals. He managed to grab Raph and flung him high in the air.             Donnie flew in and swiped his bō under the mutated pig man’s knees and made him fall on his back.             Tina unfurled her fan and caught Raph with a strong up draft. Mikey magically extended his nunchucks and tossed them to the giant snapping turtle. With a nod from Raph, Mikey pulled on the chains and positioned Raph to fall right on top of Meat Sweats, kneeing the pig mutant hard in the gut and making a dust cloud puff up around the two.             When the dust settled, Raph stood over what appeared to be a passed-out Meat Sweats.             There was caw-ing laughter from above them. Everyone looked up to see a black raven flying circles above them.             “Tina,” he cried, “you’ve surrounded yourself with fierce warriors, I see,”             Tina happily extended her arm out to the raven and the raven landed on her, “It does my old heart proud to see you in such good company.”             “Hey, Old Man. Good to see you. It’s been a while.”             “It has. You should visit more often,” Raven stated.             Usagi cleared his throat and approached Tina and the Raven.             “I take it you are the god of this mountain.”             “God is such a strong word,” Raven said as he scratched under his chin with his claws, “I’m more of the guardian.”             Meat Sweats groaned in the crater that he was currently occupying.             “Give me a second and I’ll take out the trash,” Raven stated.             The ground rumbled around them, then tree roots shot out of the ground around Meat Sweats, cocooned him, then pulled him down into the soil below.             Raven sighed, satisfied and said, “That’s much better. Now, what brings one of my favorite children and her friends to my lovely bird sanctuary?”             “We were hoping to take home a Thunder Bird egg to help me get home,” Usagi said.             Raven cocked his head to the side, and asked, “Now how is a Thunder Bird egg supposed to get you home?”             Donnie stepped up and explained the situation.             “Ah… I don’t get it…”             Donnie face palmed.             “But I’m sure the flock will want to help one of their own, though,” he turned his attention back to Tina, “what will you do if they can’t or won’t help?”             Tina shrugged, then said, “Then we’ll go with plan “B” Donnie always has extra plans in his brain.”             “Ah, man! You mean there’s a possibility that we’d have come here for no reason!” April complained.             Tina rolled her eyes and said, “Well, not for no reason. We got to hang out with each other. Usagi is exploring a different dimension, and we defended the sanctuary from a blood thirsty cannable. What is, is what it will be.”             Raven moved up to her shoulder and started preening her hair.             “Want a ride Old Man?”             “I would love to accompany you and your friends, thank you.”             Raph stood at attention and said, “Alright Mad Dogs, let’s get back onto the trail.”             As they made the five-minute walk up the mountain, Usagi struck up a conversation with Raven, asking him about his life and what he does and when he does his god duties and so on. Mikey was actively listening in on the conversation and was hanging off Tina’s other shoulder as they walked. Tina didn’t mind. It made her feel included.             Once they reached the top, Leo looked over the edge of the mountain and whistled. An echo whistled back.             “Man, imagine snow sliding down this thing.”             “Oh, Tina has,” Raven said with a raspy laugh.             Tina immediately shushed him.             “Awe, come on girl, give us the dets,” Leo said.             Before Raven could say anything and before Tina could say anything to stop him, there was a thunderous caw, and the ground shook as a Thunder Bird landed before them. He held his winds up in a display of aggression and screamed at them.             Everyone gathered to hide behind Tina.             “Hi, Baby Bird. Remember me, Honey?”             The giant nine-foot-tall bird turned his attention to Tina. The bird held her gaze for a moment, still standing aggressively, then he stood up and started to coo.             “Awe, buddy! You’ve gotten so big!”             The bird walked over to her, his stomach feathers fluffing up as he got closer.             The gang behind her started backing up and Raven flew away to perch on Raph’s head.             Tina held her ground as Baby Bird got closer and Tina made kiss-y baby noises at him.             Baby Bird bent his head down and spread his wings out and around Tina, giving the blond chunky girl a bird hug, pressing her close to his fluffy stomach feathers. Tina lovingly gave him belly pats and rubbed her face into his feathery stomach. Her hair started to stick up from electricity.             Baby Bird then pushed her down to lay flat on her back and perched on top of her like a chicken brooding over eggs.             “AAAAAAwe,” April, Raph, and Mikey cooed at the same time.             “Aright,” Tina groaned, “You guys ask for what you want. I’ll keep him calm.”             Usagi walked to the front of the crowd and bowed respectfully to Baby Bird.             “Baby Bird. We request an egg that has not hatched in your nest.”             Baby Bird hissed at the white rabbit, but Tina soothed him and told the bird to give him a chance.             “I’m on a mission to help a village in need back home, but we need power to get me back home. You have that power. Please. It is urgent that I get home to my dimension as soon as possible.”             Usagi never came out of his bow as he spoke, and he held it as he finished speaking.             Everyone watched as Baby Bird leaned forward and sniffed at the at the rabbit rōnin, making judgmental sounding bird noises.             “This is getting ridiculous,” Donnie said under his breath.             Baby Bird’s eyes snapped up at the soft-shelled turtle, making Donnie jump in response.             The giant Thunder Bird eyed them all. Then with a final huff, he got up off Tina and walked away towards the nesting area.             Usagi and April helped Tina to get back up on her feet.             “Well? What now?” April asked.             “Give him a second. Give him a second,” Tina said as she dusted herself off.             Baby Bird came back holding a black round object in his beak that looked about the size of a soccer ball. He leaned down and let Tina take it out of his gentle hold.             “Ah, Baby. One of your eggs didn’t hatch this year again. I’m so sorry.”             The Thunder Bird rubbed his head against Tina’s entire body, cooing sadly.             Tina let him finish, then she handed the egg to Usagi.             “Here you go. Don’t break it open or you’ll shock yourself to death,” Tina stated.             “I will handle this with the utmost care. Thank you, child of the Gods.”             “Wow, mister giver of kick as names, I’m just helping out,” Tina said awkwardly, while glaring at everyone else that was giving her smug, teasing eyes.             “Alright, let’s get out of here,” Leo said as he started making his way down the mountain.             “I’ll see you guys around. I’m going to stay here and hang out with Baby for a while.”             There was a flash of lightning, then before them all, stood Itsuki.             “Tina!” the red faced tengu barked.             The blond girl flinched.             “Hey, Dad,” she said weakly.             “Instead of a month, you’re grounded for three months,” he fumed as he picked her up by the back of her shirt like a misbehaving kitten.             Tina took a deep shaky breath then said, “Okay.”             “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”             “Nope,” Tina said evenly, then turning back to everyone else she said, “I’ll see you all later.”             “You will not. No friends until after your punishment is over.”             “Don’t listen to him. I’ll see you all regardless,” Tina said with a nervous smile.             The scowl on Itsuki’s face made even Raven back up before father and daughter disappeared in a flash of lightning.             The rest of the team made it back to the new lair and with the egg, Donnie had the energy to send Usagi back to his proper dimension and then some. Mikey texted her about the success, but he got nothing in return.

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 25

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 25 under the cut

Chapter XXV:

The first order of business was to escape the encampment. Raine was able to find something there to cover Pangu with—a new robe and cloth that went over his nose and mouth. He also tucked some of his hair back and wrapped some extra fabric around his head, leaving only his eyes visible.

The get-up made Pangu feel more suspicious but Raine assured him that, where they were going to first was too precarious to risk showing his entire face. People there would recognize him.

Apparently, they were lucky to have run into him at an encampment and not the capital. Most of the soldiers in camp were new and had not been around much but the citizens in the capital had come across Pangu multiple times.

“Do not speak if you can help it and do not use your name.”

“What about us?” May asked and pointed between herself and the siblings.

“You three can talk but you should probably use aliases as well. Just to be safe.” Raine led them into the capital with a healthy dose of paranoia. He kept checking over his shoulders as he walked and maintained a brisk pace that they had to hurry to catch up with since his legs were so long. “And, I will find you more casual clothes so you can blend in.”

“What do we do with our armor?” Fujin’s brow creased at the mere idea of leaving it behind.

“I know it is important to you but do you want to be stopped at every checkpoint through here and Terra?” Raine raised his voice slightly and slowed down to look at them. “After I have my meeting, I will be removing my armor as well…it…I do not want to but the risks are too great.”

Pangu knew, from what he did remember, that Raine was never outside of his armor unless he was sleeping or bathing. He was not taking this lightly.

“I will keep it somewhere safe,” Raine attempted to ease their worries but, other than Pangu’s insistence on his character, they had no real reason to trust him.

Still, they knew their options were slim.

“Fine,” Fujin grumbled while Kaz continued to frown.

“I do not think I’ve ever seen you two dressed normal,” May said with a snicker and then turned to Fujin in particular, “Naked, sure, but…”

Fujin slapped her arm to shut her up but it only made her laugh more.

Raine looked between them, seeming as if he had something he wanted to say but, if he did, he let it go. Instead, he pointed to a building across the street. “Here we are.”

It was tall and impressive. Pangu was sure he had seen it before and when he thought about it, he could imagine himself up on one of the balconies. Kira in front of him. A tense air but there was relief there as well. And sadness. Then laughter and drinks. He must have stayed there multiple times, he concluded, or had one very eventful night.

There were a lot of feelings like that all around the city so far though many of the sights instilled an overwhelming sense of loss above all else.

He recognized so many of the buildings and locations yet they appeared dull and lifeless now. The people who walked around kept their heads bowed and no one seemed to smile.

He swore that it used to be different.

There used to be a light there and now it was all but snuffed out.

He had noticed a similar effect on Raine. Though he knew what the cause was for him, he could not help but wonder if it was the same for everyone else. Not necessarily that his death had an impact on every citizen but more that the new Xiang and her rule was crushing everyone in her path.

Pangu felt responsible either way.

“Go in there and rent a room under the name Lee.” Raine handed over a bag of coins. “Wait for me and I will be back with provisions and new clothes.”

“Where are you going?” Kaz asked with a raised brow and a hand on his hip.

“To the palace. I would take you if I could but…” Raine looked down and to Pangu. “The King is an ally and I know he would be thrilled to see you again but we cannot risk him knowing. I do not believe he would let it slip but I worry about the methods that could be used to get the information from him. You and him are both safer if he does not know.”

“So what will you tell him?” Pangu asked.

“Whatever I need to in order to give us a head start.”

It was difficult to but they parted ways and Pangu had to tell himself that the separation was only temporary. He was pulled into the hotel by Kaz while Fujin paid for their room. May then led the way up the stairs as if she actually knew where she was going.

Once they were behind closed doors, it felt safe to exhale. Pangu sat on the side of one of the beds while May threw open the door to the balcony and skipped outside, closely followed by Fujin.

They spoke but their voices were muffled by the glass that Fujin pushed half-way closed after her. Pangu had no desire to attempt to eavesdrop on their conversation anyway. He had enough on his mind.

The dip on the bed beside him alerted him to Kaz’s presence but he did not turn to look. He did not need to—he could imagine the concerned expression on his face perfectly well enough.

“How is your head? Still hurting?”

Pangu took a deep breath. “No. It is fine…”

Silence fell over them for a while and it was almost enough to get Pangu to lift his head.

“You seem close with Raine,” Kaz said after a long moment.

“Of course. I love him…and I missed him.”

Another silence. This one shorter.

“You…love him?” The tone of Kaz’s voice hinted at something different, something less friendly and more romantic.

Pangu nearly laughed. Being faced with something as simple as jealousy was sort of a relief. He looked over at Kaz, noting the hurt on his face just at the mere idea that he loved Raine in such a way.

“I love him dearly as a friend. It is different to what you are thinking.”

“…You are sure?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

Kaz fidgeted with his hands. “Well, what of your second disciple? Raine mentioned how close the two of you were.”

“I do not get that impression,” Pangu answered honestly, “But I do love him a lot.”

“Do you say that you love everyone? All of your friends?”

“I have not said that I love you,” he pointed out and held in his smile at Kaz’s face of concern. There was some hope there too, as if he was waiting for the words to be directed at them. Honestly, it was a little surprising. Pangu did not expect him to be the type to want that sort of declaration. “Do you know what I love about you most, Kaz?”

He sat up a little straighter and stopped wringing his hands together. “What…?”

“You are so genuine.” Pangu finally let his smile show. He touched the side of his face, pushing back a loose strand of blonde hair. “Even when your words contradict your feelings, your expressions and your body give you away.”

Almost as if to illustrate his point, Kaz blushed and averted his eyes while saying, “I do not know what you mean.”

Pangu chuckled and chased after him with a kiss, hoping to ease his worries. Even if he did run across someone he cared about in the same capacity as Kaz, he would not so easily drop him and forget all they had been through. While he understood where the worry came from, he wanted him to know, with the kiss, that he was loved no matter what.

***

Raine sighed in relief as he came upon the palace entrance and saw Sampra and Ryu standing in their usual posts. It was exactly who he had been hoping for since he knew he could trust them.

Although, they would also want to talk.

“Raine!” Sampra perked up and met him with a wide smile. “You are back here sooner than expected.”

“Much,” Ryu agreed.

He nodded. “Yes, well, some things changed on my way back.”

The two guards each tilted their heads, in the same direction, at the same speed. It really was evident just how much time they spent together.

Raine chuckled and explained, loosely, “Some of the disciples met with me in the encampment south of here. We talked for a while and they assigned me with a new task. I needed to run it and a few things by the King and then it is back to the road for me.”

“You really are run ragged out there,” Ryu mentioned with a frown.

“It truly does feel like they are merely using you,” Sampra agreed with a more somber tone.

Forcing a smile, Raine shook his head. “It is not my place to speculate that sort of thing. I am just glad the two of you have not been called from your post to join the front lines. The King needs you here.”

“That is what he says, anyway,” Sampra sighed. “News of the fighting does reach us here though and I am happy to be so far away from it.”

“For now…” Ryu took a more pessimistic approach.

The last few times Raine had spoken with them had been like that as well. He was, truly, happy they were allowed to keep their positions through everything that happened and he was sure Pangu would be thrilled to hear it as well. But they, also, were a big reason Raine did not want to bring the group to the palace.

His concerns with the King knowing too much aside, he knew the two guards would lose their minds over seeing Pangu again. They would be unable to keep the news to themselves, though not for lack of trying. They would simply be too overcome with joy and it would slip out eventually.

Raine knew he had to play things as close to the chest as possible, even if it meant deceiving everyone else.

He had never been good at lying before and he hated how it made him feel but, as he stood in front of his King, the fallacies poured out of him like he was a seasoned professional.

“The disciples, Bofu and Kubja came to see me at camp after I returned from my failure,” he began but was instantly cut off.

Not out of impatience or rudeness but out of concern. King Raime’s brow furrowed and he asked, “Were you punished too severely?”

Raine gave a half smile. “No,” he lied, “Everything was fine, though they stated their disappointment rather clearly. I have been given another chance, however.”

“Kira has been sighted again then?”

He nodded. “There is good information that he is staying at a location near the Agni border, as expected, but they wish for me to scout the area and see if I can track him down there. Plus, if I find a usable, unguarded path into Agni, it will help Merra on that front as well.”

The King gave a short, understanding nod. “So you will be gone for some time, I wager?”

“Most likely.” Raine swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked his King in the eye and continued, “I know it makes little difference to you but I was asked to come here and receive your permission for the assignment.”

King Raime grimaced and his hands curled into the armrests of his throne, digging into the wood. “Permission,” he hissed, “As if they give me any real choice about what I do with my own men…”

“I know,” Raine spoke with a sigh. “They think of you as some fool…or it is merely to offer insult.”

“Probably a little of both.” He crossed his legs and leaned his head back, already cooling off from the attack to his ego. It was hard, Raine imagined, to remain constantly worked up over the state of things.

He knew he, himself, was incapable of it. He had turned to drinking at every waking hour rather than actually living with reality.

“Well,” King Raime said and rubbed along his eyebrows, “You have my permission. Leave when you feel ready and, as always, feel free to stock up on provisions using your voucher.”

Raine bowed and headed for the door but he did not get very far before his King called out for him.

“Oh, and Raine?”

He turned back to look, unsure of what to expect.

“I…I know Kira was your friend,” Raime looked pained as he said the words, “but, things have changed. Do what you need to.”

While Raine understood what he meant by it, there was still a stinging sensation in his heart. He clenched his jaw and gave a smaller bow before leaving.

His King did not and could not understand the complexity of his dilemma so Raine did not hold it against him. Even if he kept replaying the words in his head, he continued on to the market so he could grab supplies and new clothes as promised.

He needed to focus on what was important and immediate.

Kira could still be a problem in the near future but Raine knew, if he saw Pangu, he would stop and talk—if for no other reason than to ask questions. But, once he was made aware that Pangu was alive again—alive and okay—he would have to reconsider his plans for revenge.

He might even stop his Chaaya ways completely.

It might have been naïve and even bordering on desperately hopeful, but Raine wanted everything to return to how it was before. 

Can I request hc’s of Kirishima, Aizawa, Mirio, and Hawks seeing their bae wear female versions of their pro-hero outfits?

Kirishima's is longer because it gives some background information that goes for all the characters!

Unedited<3

Kirishima Eijiro<3

Firstly, being his significant other gives you first access to almost anything he gets- clothing included.

You’ve lost count of the t-shirts and enough sweatpants for an army

Not to mention the plushies and blankets along with the posters and the tons and tons of china you’re received, all with abstract/ literal art of your boyfriend.

You’ve worn every variation of his merch you could think of

And every time he had to take a picture and put it in his “baby looks like me’ album- then railing you into another dimension no matter where you had to be

With Halloween coming up - and your 6th anniversary close approaching- you knew this costume had to blow any other costume you’d ever worn out of the water.

You went through party store after party store- mind you, it was only September so the number of crazy looks you got was at an all-time high

The ides came to you while wearing one of his skin-tight workout shirts and looking through photos of his costumes over the years

It practically slapped you in the face and you were on the phone with a seamstress within five minutes

It was the hardest thing to ever keep from him, especially when he was going in and on about his new gadgets

The look on his face when you walked down the stairs all decked out in an exact replica of his uniform, he was in shock

He just kept examining the costume and promised to send the tailor a fine check because it was an exact replica

He was so consumed in it he didn't realize he was taking it off and before he knew it he was balls deep in your hole

O worries he’ll cum inside to make sure nothing gets ruined-- so considerate

Aizawa Shota<3

Honestly-he didn't pay too much attention to what you were wearing

He takes account of it but never lingers for too long

He’s the epitome of all the matters is personality, but all of that doesn't mean that a few looks don't stay in his mind for years on end

Like a few certain skirts that you happen to wear every time he leaves something home and you have to go to the school to give it to him

The black one that Mineta still never stop talking about- a reflection of his actions present in his grades

Then the pretty blue one you went to the beach in, a coverup the just so happen to cover absolutely nothing

Then his favorite- the white one that shows your pussy off no matter what angle he sitting

Of course now, this black long-sleeved short and gray pants along with a mock capture rope

Whatever this was- he knew exactly what it was- would be something he never forgets

Yeah and all those sly smirks you've been sending him all night will be compensated for the second he’s able to get out of this conversation.

Mirio Togata<3

He’s in total amazement

He really didn’t know you could even make a replica of his uniform, for some reason he thought it was illegal

It was perfect, the red cape fluttering in the wind even though there was no wind at all and that it was entirely skin tight

He’d seen you in little to nothing, hello fucked you any chance he got so he really didn't know why it was getting to him so much.

He's sure it had something to do with the fact you wanted to copy how he looked

And ego boost, maybe, but he’ll just tell people that he appreciates the effort and loves that you even thought about doing something like this

But they don't know about the hours he spent later that night fucking you into the counter- costume still on

He didn't even care about the hours you put into it, all he could think about is how delectable you looked all night

Hawks<3  

To say he’s obsessed with your outfits is an understatement

He's the kind of guy to want matching outfits for cute dates and taking pictures of all the clothes that he just loves in you

Ironically anything with a big beige coat- bonus for anything with feathers- and anything that was red

Noticing the pattern being shockingly similar to his daily wear, you just decided to get a version of the fit for yourself

The clothing was easy enough, a winter coat some doc martens, and a black sleeveless shirt- it was a replication of the wings you were struggling with

Damn you need to make anything you did perfect, it was frustrating, to say the least

You finally found something that can replicate wings on amazon- be it that it’s supposed to be a bdsm toy- but it worked

Oh it really worked for him

Wings that he can pull on without hurting anything? On you nonetheless? It was perfect.

He just had to take you out on a flight around the city, then of course back to your apartment where he didn't let you out of his sight for more than five seconds.

Those little wings being his favorite toy to make sure that you keep a steady pace while bouncing on his cock.

Silent Treatment ~ OT7 [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.3K

PAIRING: ot7 x reader

GENRE: ot7, non! Idol, family relationship, smut, oral f recieving, female appreciation, we’re sorry sex,

A/N: I’m still not 100% there with ot7 smut, I am trying though so I hope that this is okay for you! I didn’t add too much smut as you only said a little. I hope you like it!

If someone had told you that you would be in a happy relationship with seven men, you never would have believed them. You never took yourself as someone who would be into polyamorous relationships but when you met the boys it all changed. They were kind, sweet, caring and they all loved you equally so it was no wonder you fell hard for them. Eventually moving into a huge home together and having a child. The only difficult part about that was explaining to your daughter’s teachers that she had different people going to pick her up from school. The dirty looks you would get from other people who thought your business was automatically their business when it had absolutely nothing to do with them.

“Mummy!” You snapped out of your daydream when you heard the familiar cry of your daughter’s voice. The more she grew older the more she began to look like you. Which you were thankful for. Neither you nor the boys knew which of them was the father, none of you wanted to know either. Collectively she was your child and that was the only thing that mattered.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” You questioned as you bent down to pick her up, placing her onto your hip as she began to list off everything she had been doing in class that day. You couldn’t believe she was almost seven years old, time flew by so quickly with her. 

“We did maths! I learnt how to multiply up to 10 today.” You giggled as you began heading back to the family car. It was supposed to be Yoongi’s turn picking her up today but it turned out he was busy and stuck at work. No big deal, you were mostly a stay-at-home mum and wife anyway since seven of them earnt far more than you knew what to do with.

“Are my dad’s at home?” A filthy look flew in your direction from the woman in the car beside your car. You weren’t stupid. You knew how everyone felt about your relationship with her fathers. Even the teachers in the school weren't best pleased that your daughter understood that she had more than one father. They expressed that they would rather have her know them as her uncles but who were they to tell you how to raise your daughter?

“Daddy Namjoon and Jungkook are but they’re a little busy, sweetie.” You strapped her into the back of your car, taking her book bag from her to check if she had homework to do. 

Normally it was Namjoon’s job to help with the homework, something you were trying to make happen so she knew it was okay as she grew older but not tonight. Tonight he and Jungkook were making renovations on the house so it was going to be you that helped her out.

“Okay, I’ll ask daddy Hoseok to teach me some dance moves when he comes home. We have an end of the year dance coming up and I want to ask Jaylyn and Katie to go with me.” You smiled weakly at her. The boys were all busy with their own things tonight but you nodded along, not wanting to upset her too much before you got home for the night. 

“Shall we put on some music or would you like to keep telling me about the dance?” You looked in the mirror at your daughter who pointed to the radio. One of her favourite things to do was listen to music. Something she had gotten from Yoongi. He was a radio jingle maker/ producer on the side which meant he was almost always busy with work. 

“Maybe we’ll hear daddy Yoongi’s radio jingle,” You told her with a laugh as you turned up the radio and began your drive home for the night. 

Your daughter had something from each of the boys, Yoongi’s love for music, Hoseok passion for dancing. Namjoon’s brain, Jungkook’s ability to be good at literally everything that she set her mind at. Jimin’s duality, Taehyung’s art skills and she took after Jin with her loud rambling in Korean. There was so much of them in her it was hard to believe she was only one of their children.

Once your daughter had finished her homework you allowed her to go and play while you cleaned up the house. It seemed that no matter how much you tidied up it would end up a total mess again. Clothes were strewn about on the top floor where everyone would come home and dump everything they had on. Shoes were piled up at the bottom of the stairs in front of the front door. Somewhat of a safety hazard. The floors seemed to always get dirty no matter how many times a day you cleaned them.

“What do you have planned for dinner?” Was the first question that flew from Jimin’s mouth once he entered the house. Shoes on messing up your freshly moped floors. Staring at him you almost wanted to slap him with the wet part of the mop.

“Jimin! I just moped!” You called out as you sat him leaving dirty shoe prints all over the place, seeming to have no care in the world as he made his way into the kitchen and heading into the pantry.

“Relax. It’s just a bit of mud.” He grumbled as he continued to go through the cupboards for snacks. Dropping different packets onto the floor that he didn't bother to pick up once he came out with what he wanted. 

“What did you say you had planned?” He questioned when you began cleaning up the mess he left and then began putting everything you had been using away.

“I didn’t, I don’t have anything planned.” You grumbled as you put the cleaning products away into the kitchen cupboards. Standing back up and looking over at Jimin who shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing planned?” Jungkook’s voice chimed in as he heard you speaking. By now all of the boys were home and expecting something to eat as if you were the only one that knew how to use the oven. 

“Yes, nothing planned because guess what? I’m not the only one that knows how to cook.” You snapped as you glanced at each of their faces. You hadn't meant to snap as nastily as you did but it was getting to be exhausting being the only one that cooked and cleaned everything in the home.

“You’re the only one that has nothing to do all day. You've done nothing, the least you could have done was made dinner,” As soon as the words left Jungkooks lips the air seemed to turn cold and thin. Everyone turned to stare at him as you scoffed at the statement. The only reason you didn't work was that they had convinced you that they earnt enough, there was no need to work because who would look after your daughter all day.

“I did nothing all day?” Your hand rested on your hip as you tilted your head to the side. The boys said nothing leaving Jungkook to dig himself a bigger grave.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I do nothing? So I don’t clean all day, make breakfast and lunch for you, or take our daughter to school..." Jungkook turned pale as he realised how angry he had made you. 

"I don't pick her up even though it’s everyone else's turn. I don’t do the laundry, make sure the studies are clean or go food shopping, parent and teacher meetings?” Jungkook was taken back by everything he realised you did. He had no idea that you did so much leaving them to get on with whatever they wanted to do. 

“Y/n you’re being dramatic,” Taehyung mumbled as he shook his head, to him this was all easy work. Nothing about what you had said seemed as tiring as you were making it out to be,

“You know what...I don’t even have the energy for this,” You began making your way to the door when you heard Yoongi speak out this time,

“It's not like you work a full-time job, we would help but we work more than you do.” There it was. The "you don't work but we do" line. Something you had been anticipating since the moment they told you that you didn't have to work. Looking at each of their faces you knew from the moment you saw them they agreed with Yoongi.

“So you think being a mother isn’t a full-time job? That everything I do around the house is easy? Oh, please I would love to see you fucking try it for once.” You countered,

“You’re being stupid, they didn't mean it like that." All that you heard fall from Jin's lips was that you were stupid. You stared at him mouth hanging open a little but nothing came out. You just shook your head and stormed out of the room.

Ignoring them all as you stormed up to your bedroom. Normally you would share it with one boy a night, or two if you needed the extra cuddles but right now you needed to be alone. You walked past one of the studies to find your daughter fast asleep holding her barbies. Luckily she was away for the fiasco going on downstairs so you picked her up and carried her to your room. If they saw she was with you they wouldn't bother trying to get into the bed with you. 

Days passed by and the boys barely noticed you were giving them the silent treatment. They were all so busy with their jobs that they didn't speak to you. Meanwhile, you played the role of the pretty little housewife that made everything perfect for them while they were away. The house was spotless, your daughter was at school on time and picked up at the same time. 

"Darling, go and tell your dad's that dinner is waiting for them." You told her as you set the table for eight. Making sure your daughter's spot was right at the top of the table before putting their plates down and heading up to your room. There were piles of laundry sitting on the bed waiting to be put away. 

"Daddy," She called out as she walked into the back garden. They were all working on a new wendy house for her. They were trying to make it bigger than the last one so that everyone could fit into the house for tea parties. 

"Yes, sweetie?" Jin called out as she came bounding over to him, jumping into his arms and smiling.

"Mummy told me to tell you that dinner is ready," She looked at all of them and Jungkook clapped loudly. 

"Break time!" He chuckled rubbing his hands together and heading into the house. 

The dining room was empty and only eight placemats were set at the table. 

"Where is mummy?" Namjoon questioned your daughter who was sitting in your usual spot. She simply shrugged her shoulders before eating.

"I haven't seen her much and when I do she's silent which isn't like her," Jin mumbled as he began to eat the food you'd made, everything tasted fantastic like it always did when you cooked for them. 

"I tried to speak to her this morning but she ignored me," Jungkook mumbled as he pushed food into his mouth, 

"I don't blame her, you were rude on Tuesday." Hoseok reminded him of the day of the fight. That wasn't really a fight more like a disagreement. 

"We all were." Namjoon corrected him as they continued to think back on it. 

The weekend continued on just like that. You were sending messages to the boys through your daughter using her as a messenger owl while the boys did the same back. Monday morning came around and you were standing outside the school gates with your daughter. 

"Mum?" You looked at her as you zipped up her coat, grabbing her bookbag. 

"What is it, sweetie?" You questioned as you made sure her hair was perfect and she looked good to go. 

"Are you and my daddies going to spilt up?" You looked at her and then over at the school as the bell rang. 

"No, we're just having a small fight baby that's all." You whispered as you kissed her forehead. If you tried to explain it now she'd be late for school. 

"Go, I promise we'll make up while you're at school." She began rushing off in the direction of her class and you waved goodbye until the doors completely shut and you could head home. 

Home where all of the boys were waiting for you. They had collectively decided to take the day off from work so they could get to the bottom of whatever was wrong with you.

"So what's the problem with you?" Jungkook questioned earning a slap around the back of the head from Namjoon who was trying to be the levelheaded one throughout all of this. 

"What he means to say is, why are we getting the silent treatment?" Namjoon reiterated the question but in a different manner.

"Let me see...Tuesday night ring a bell?" You questioned as you walked past them and into the kitchen. Beginning to get started with the housework when Hoseok pulled you into a tight hug from behind. Your whole body seemed to melt into his as you missed the contact from each of them. 

"We were being idiots, we were tired and irritated with our jobs and we took it out on you." He whispered in your ear as he kept his arms around your tightly never once letting go. 

"Let us make it up to you," He whispered again, his breath making your back tingle as you shook your head. Getting away from him as quickly as you could. He knew what his whispers and touching did to you. 

"You think I'm just going to forget what you said with a simple, "we were irritated?" Because that's not how it works!" You snapped at them all, glancing over all of their faces to see if they truly meant what they were saying. 

"We didn't mean for it to be so mean and we're sorry," Yoongi told you as he stepped closer to you, holding your hand and running his fingers over your knuckles.

"We know how much you do and how hard you work," Jungkook stood up from the sofa and made his way into the kitchen to look at you.

"Now, please...Let us make it up to you." Yoongi told you again as he stepped closer to you. Running his hand up and down your cheek as you relaxed into his touch. 

"None of you have actually said sorry except for Yoongi." You moved closer to Yoongi, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you giggled. 

"So maybe I should only forgive him." You looked at the boys as your lips slowly began to kiss up and down Yoongi's neck, biting down softly right at the nape of his neck. His weakest point. 

"No! We're sorry! I'm sorry." Taehyung whined out desperately as he so wanted to have your body on his. It had been so long since any of you had been together intimately it was starting to become too much to be away.

Seven apologies later and you were laid on the bed making out with Yoongi while Namjoon's hands ran down your naked body. Massaging your breasts while his mouth wrapped around the other, sucking and nibbling on your nipple as you let out small moans of pleasure. 

"L-Let me touch you," You complained as you reached out to touch Yoongi but he moved your hand away. 

"It's about you tonight and only you," Confused by what he meant you went back to kissing him. Your lips moving in sync with one another as he held your face in his hands.

Suddenly you felt Jimin's lips on your core making you cry out at the sudden contact, 

"Seems like someone has missed us almost as much as we've missed her." He chuckled as he began to slowly lick stripes up and down your folds, nibbling at your clit whenever he could.

"Jimin!" You whined out, back arching a little as he continued with the slow movements of his tongue which almost had you begging for more.

"Hmm so good," Jimin moans out as he begins to dip his tongue in and out of you. Taking his time as he slowly licks your pussy, tasting every bit of you he can get. 

"So fucking good," He growled deeply, your whole body shaking as he continued to lap up your juices. Repeatedly flicking your clit with his tongue causing you to cry out his name, hands buried in his hair as you pushed him closer to your cunt.

"Jimin right there!" You cried out as he inserted two fingers into you, curling them up as he continued to suck on your clit. 

Your whole body was on fire as you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. The curl of his fingers making you moan out, every now and again he would let out growls causing your pussy to clench around his fingers. 

"Don't take away all the fun," Yoongi pouted as he took your breast into his mouth, sucking harshly while Namjoon did the same to the other. Your head was spinning so fast you'd forgotten the other boys were in the room.

Watching as you were eaten out so carefully and lovingly.

"J-Jimin!" You warned as you could feel yourself beginning to get closer. The coil in your stomach was beginning to tighten with every bite, lick and thrust from him. 

"I-I can't-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes shutting tightly as you cried out his name. Hips bucking against his lips begging him not to stop until you rode out your high.

"My turn." Jungkook chuckled as he began to kiss up and down your body. Hands travelling down to your core as he began to rub your already sensitive clit. Each touch felt intensified from your previous orgasm. 

"J-Jungkookie," You moaned out as he kissed you sweetly, two fingers rubbing small circles into your core.

"Shh, let us take care of you tonight, it's not about us." Jin's whisper filled your ear as he began to kiss and suck on your neck. Hoseok's hands made their way to your breasts as did Taehyung's. It was going to be a long and very good day.

By the time they were finished with you, you were panting and dripping in sweat...As well as other substances. You'd finally convinced them into letting you please them. Girls couldn't have all of the fun after all. Whining out as you held onto Jin you looked up at him,

"Someone needs to go and pick our little girl up, I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a week." You laughed softly as Jin helped you into the bathroom. He'd already drawn you a hot bubble bath with a mug of hot chocolate waiting for you. 

"I'll go and get her, we can stop by the library before we come home," Namjoon said as he watched you sink into the hot water, eyes rolling back as you finally relaxed.

"I'll come too," Jungkook said as he looked at Namjoon and then at you. Making sure you were okay before they headed out to go and pick up your little girl.

"J-Jin." Your hand reached out to touch him and he turned to look at you. 

"Can you come in? I don't want to be alone." You told him, the others had all gone to wash up and you would have been alone. 

"Sure." He whispered as he stripped down, getting into the bath behind you and holding you close.

"I really love you guys," You mumbled as you closed your eyes. Listening to nothing but his heart beating against his chest.

"We love you too," He whispered as he began to slowly wash your body off carefully.

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It's either murder or...

This Neggie oneshot is inspired by @ixholmes outstanding drawing of Maggie and Negan. Go check her art out on Twitter and send her some love <3

Legend says having eye contact with a person for more than six seconds is either a desire of sex or murder... or maybe both.

(Disclaimer: Neggie is a very controversial ship. If you don't like it, don't read it, just be kind to each other :) )

Maggie is tired. She is so fucking tired. At this point she can’t even remember the last time she slept properly. With the reapers on their heels and the idea of her family struggling and starving back in Alexandria it’s no wonder she can’t close her eyes. However, if Maggie was really honest, she hadn’t had a good night sleep ever since her son was born and she started worrying even more every day than she already did. Well, maybe she actually couldn’t sleep since the dead started walking…

Every day her headache intensifies. Every single day something new adds up to the pain, whether it’s a hole in the fence, a walker trying to end the life of someone from Maggie’s group or Hershel spraining his ankle. Something new comes up every single day and she’s so fucking tired.

„We need to stop for the night, we can’t go on like this,“ and there it is. The main reason for Maggie’s constant headache. Negan’s fucking stupid voice.

„And then what? Let everyone in Alexandria starve to death? Not happening, we’re moving on.“

„They will also starve if we don’t get there because we’re dead! Either from exhaustion, or because we got attacked by rotten ones or because the fucking reapers found us in the dead of fucking night because we’re stupid enough to walk through a fucking dark forest!“ Negan starts losing his temper. Of course deep down Maggie knows that he’s right. Hell, her legs are literally about to give out but all she can see when she closes her eyes is Hershel. She can see he son, who’s been without her way too long, she can see him shaking, she can literally hear him crying.

„Maggie, we need to rest, please…,“ Negan gives Maggie a puppy-eyed look she wants to slap right of his face. „I promise you we will set out as soon as the sun rises.“ She doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to stop. Every fiber of her being is fighting against giving in and giving Negan the satisfaction of winning this argument. However, her body starts betraying her. As soon as the thought of lying down, resting, man, even sitting, starts penetrating her mind, her body starts shutting down. Her already weak legs refuse to keep on walking, her eyes are getting heavy and her whole body starts tingling unpleasantly. Even her words start betraying her.

„Okay,“ Maggie hears herself say. „But we leave at sunrise, not a minute later,“ She growls at Negan who’s already spotting a satisfied grin.

„As you wish, ma’am.“

About twenty minutes later they find a small neighborhood with just a handful of houses. After checking one for walkers and making sure that the area is more or less save the duo settles down for the night. While Negan crashes down on the sofa in one corner Maggie slides to the floor in the opposite corner, as far away from him as possible but still close enough to have an eye on him.

„You know that you don’t have to sit on the floor right? You can sit down next to me,“ Negan tells her.

„I’m good,“ Maggie says dryly.

„Okay, I’ll sit on the floor, you can have the couch,“ Negan rolls his eyes and starts getting off the sofa.

„I said, I’m good,“ she hisses back at him. „Shove your niceties up your ass.“

Negan lets out an irritated groan and sits back down provocatively. „Your wish is my command.“

For an hour Negan and Maggie both pretend to be asleep. While Negan has his eyes closed at least, Maggie doesn’t even try to nap for a few minutes. Even though they’re in a barricaded house she’s even more uneasy than she was outside in the woods. She trusts Negan as far as she can throw him. Somehow him being nice to her and trying to gain her trust has her even more suspicious. From an outside point of view Negan has changed. Definitely. He’s been selfless, he put the group’s wellbeing over his own and he took all the shit people have been throwing at him without a single complaint. Yes, Maggie can see that and she can appreciate it. But even looking at him now, with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the sofa’s armrest, looking absolutely harmless, she despises him. All she sees when looking at him is Glenn’s brutal killer. Every second she expects him to pull out his bat from behind his back and take somebody else’s life.

„This is bullshit,“ Negan suddenly breaks the silence making Maggie flinch. Negan opens his eyes and gets off the sofa groggily. With a yawn he starts stretching causing his back to crack a few times. Maggie keeps her eyes on him at every movement of his body. She doesn’t even miss the way his shirt lifts up a little revealing the tiniest bit of his still very toned stomach. Negan walks over to their backpacks and starts rummaging through his own.

„The supplies are for Alexandria, don’t even think about it!“ Maggie warns him.

„I don't think your son will be satisfied from cigarettes and whiskey.“ Negan turns to Maggie, a bottle of brown liquor in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other.

„Really, Negan? You wasted space in your bag for alcohol and cigarettes? Are you serious right now?“

„Don’t be a hypocrite, like I haven’t seen you sneaking a bottle of red wine, too,“ Negan spits at her.

A blush starts spreading over Maggie’s cheeks. It’s true, in a moment of weakness and selfishness she did make the wine disappear in her backpack. She thought Negan hadn’t noticed.

„Hey, don’t feel bad about it,“ Negan tries calming Maggie as he saw her face drop. „I’ll even share with you.“

„I don’t smoke,“ She states.

„Scared of dying?“ He asks mockingly.

„Fuck you.“

Negan walks over towards Maggie’s space on the floor. He extends his hand towards her, offering her the alcohol. „At least have a drink, maybe it will help you sleep better.“ Maggie watches Negan fishing out a cigarette from his pack as well as his lighter. He puts the cigarette between his lips, lights it and closes his eyes. When he exhales his whole body relaxes, the bliss and pleasure presenting on his face is almost sickening to Maggie. Sickening because something inside of her starts sending a light buzz through her body. It’s tingling through her nerves and intensifies even more when Negan can’t hold back a quiet moan. What. The. Fuck?

With no hesitation Maggie opens the bottle of whiskey and takes a big gulp. And another one. The strong taste of the alcohol is burnin down her gullet. She can’t hide her disgust as she makes a nauseated face.

„That bad?“ Negan asks laughing.

„It’s okay,“ she lies and takes another sip. Even though the whiskey tastes like death and definitely a lot like „I’ll be spending the entire next day throwing up“ it calms her. She visually relaxes and the constant thoughts inside her brain start to halt. Even her headache seems to be pounding a little less.

„Can I get some as well?“ Negan asks, cigarette glowing between his lips. Wordlessly Maggie hands him the bottle. She watches as he raises the opening of the bottle to his lips. The bottle opening that has just graced her own lips…

„Will you come over to the sofa now? I can’t stand seeing you on the floor…“ Negan asks her once again.

„Fine…,“ Maggie mumbles as she takes the whiskey from Negan’s hand on her way to the loveseat. He sits down next to her, way too close to her but also way too far. It’s so weird. It’s been long since Maggie has been that confused. It’s probably the alcohol. It must be the alcohol.

For a while Maggie and Negan sit in silence and hand each other the bottle wordlessly.

„During my time in prison I totally lost track of time… How old is your son now?“ Negan suddenly breaks the heavy silence once again.

„Don’t talk about my son,“ Maggie tells him nonchalantly.

„Fuck, sorry. I’m shit at smalltalk.“ „Then don’t talk at all,“ Maggie gives him the stink-eye, however Negan catches her look with his own eyes. The eyes she once saw full of hate and fire but which are now glowing in a soft brown looking tired and drained. For the first time since knowing Negan she feels some sort of guilt rising inside of her. Whether she wants it or not, she’s in the same boat with him tonight. They’re actually in the same boat until they’re making it back to Alexandria and Maggie is tired. Tired of fighting and tired of keeping up her act. Maybe she could be less of an asshole. At least for tonight.

„Sorry, that was mean…,“ She apologizes in a whisper.

„Nah, it’s fine. I know where you’re coming from.“

Maggie takes another big sip from the whiskey. „Were you always a whiskey guy? Cause that shit just tastes rotten,“ Maggie tells him as the alcohol once again burns through her.

„Well, yeah. I usually prefer it on the rocks though. The warmth kinda makes it nasty, I agree with you,“ He starts laughing and takes the bottle from her again. „You’ve always been a wine-gal?“

„No…,“ Maggie considers whether to be really honest with him. „My father. He’s been a sober alcoholic so he always made sure that his kids knew about the dangers of drinking. I never had a single sip until he died.“ „I’m sorry for your loss,“ Maggie feels Negan’s hand twitching next to her, like he wants to put in on her own or on her thigh to comfort her. However, he doesn’t. His hand stays by his side, but his eyes are on hers. His beautiful warm eyes are staring right into her green ones, sending the same buzz through her as earlier on.

„Can I have a cigarette?“ Maggie suddenly blurts out.

„I thought you don’t smoke?“ „I thought you weren’t a hypocrite?“

„Well, touché!“ Negan starts fiddling with the pack of cigarettes and hands Maggie one.

„Thanks,“ She gets up from the sofa to search for her own lighter in the pocket of her jeans. Despite flicking multiple times the lighter stays out. „C’mon…“ Maggie mumbles, cigarette already between her lips and shaking the lighter up and down.

„You can have mine,“ Negan already reaches his hand out for her, slightly gracing her arm at the process.

„I don’t need your help,“ Maggie flinches away from him and continues struggling with her own lighter.

„Stop!“ Negan suddenly shouts, takes Maggie’s chin between his fingers and pulls her head towards him. „Stop fighting me and let me help you for once!“ He glares down at her, his face only inches from her own, the unlit cigarette dangling between them. She can feel his breath on her face. He smells like smoke and alcohol, however it’s not unpleasant. It’s intoxicating. The tingling. The tingling is back. Starting at her lips, where is breath hits her, going down her entire body until it ends right between her legs. Oh, shit.

Negan’s lighter flicks to life between them. The flame catches the end of the cigarette which starts glowing instantly. Maggie starts inhaling the smoke of the cigarette deeply trying to numb the buzz inside of her. Negan’s hand is still resting on Maggie’s chin while his eyes haven’t left hers either. She lets him. She takes the cigarette between her fingers and exhales the smoke. Right into Negan’s face. By reflex Negan closes his eyes quickly but doesn’t move otherwise. For a moment they’re just standing there as if rooted to the ground. When Negan’s eye open again his soft and warm brown eyes are almost black. They’re filled with lust. His nose starts flaring like a wild animal sensing their prey. Suddenly his fingers grip Maggie’s chin tighter as he pulls her face towards his. His lips find hers hungrily, devouring her taste like a starving man. Involuntarily Maggie lets out a high-pitched moan. The feeling of his lips on hers is making her whole body scream; scream for more. The slight buzz she felt all evening is now turning into full on shivers up and down her body. Negan’s left hand grips her hips tightly and pulls her towards him until there’s not space left between them. His hands start roaming her body, her own hand is gripping his shirt tightly trying to pull him even closer to her. They explore each other’s mouths, licking and biting passionately. Negan’s hands start heading south until he’s almost touching her ass.

Suddenly Maggie slaps her hand across Negan’s right cheek. The older man steps back in shock, his cheek already turning red from the impact of Maggie’s hand.

„Did that feel good?“ He asks her with no anger in his voice at all. He understands. He gets where she’s coming from and why she needs to get violent with him. He’d let her slap him every single day for the rest of his life if it means that they can finally move on.

„Yes,“ She answers and grabs his shirt once more, pulling him tight again, capturing his lips. She’s clearly taking the upper hand, dominating the kiss, dominating him. He lets her. Suddenly Negan’s legs hit the sofa and Maggie pushes him down so she can sit down on his lap.

The moan he produces when he feels her core connecting with his hurtfully hard dick could attract walkers from miles away.

„Stay quiet or I swear to go I will slit your throat right here, right now,“ Maggie glares down at but doesn’t stop grinding over the tent in his pants.

„Is that a threat or a promise?“ Negan groans, getting ever more excited.

„I will cut the scar Rick gave you right open,“ Maggie keeps on declaring empty threats. She closes her hand around Negan’s neck, right over the scar which is still visible today.

„Didn’t know you were into dirty talk, Mrs. Rhee." „Didn’t know you were that much of a pervert you get off on being threatened.“ „Don’t even pretend you’re not dripping inside your panties right now.“ That remark earned him yet another slap right across his face and another kiss planted on his lips.

Maggie starts fumbling with Negan’s belt, needing more contact with his skin and less clothes between them. Just as she’s about to reach inside his pants Negan takes Maggie’s hands and stops her.

„Wait, Maggie, wait. Do you really want this? I don’t want you to regret this later on…“

„Negan,…“ Maggie moans, the lust inside of her taking over her entire brain. If they stopped now Maggie would probably implode. „I swear to god, if you stop now…“

„What do you need?“ He asks looking her deeply in her eyes though he never stops grinding his hips against her. „Tell me…“

„Fuck, Negan… You! I need you! Right now,“ She finally gives in, well aware of the way she’s stroking his ego at the moment. His eyes light up and a devilish grin appears on his face.

„Take what you need then…“

Maggie basically rips Negan’s trousers open and pushes her hand inside his pants. She grabs his pulsating erection and starts stroking him at a vile slow pace.

„Let me see you,“ Negan moans in her ear as he’s tucking at her pants as well. Reluctantly Maggie get up from Negan’s lap and strips her pants and her panties down in one swift motion. When Negan’s eyes meet Maggie’s half naked form he drags his tongue over his lips hungrily. Desperately he’s trying to push his pants further down his legs but Maggie already starts straddling him again. She can’t wait another second. In a swift motion she guides his cock inside of her. If the walkers hadn’t heard them moaning before they definitely will now. Pulling out slowly, Negan grips Maggie’s hip with one hand and the armrest of the sofa with the other before thrusting back in. He quickly sets a fast pace, not giving Maggie a chance to get used to the overwhelming stretch of his cock, and she can only moan weakly as his hips slam against her, the sound combining with the wet slurping of her pussy filling the air.

Negan slows his thrusts as he becomes lost in sucking a love bite onto Maggie’s throat, though once satisfied with the marks left behind, he’s quick to return to his previous pace. His breathing becomes wracked with deep moans that quickly start tipping Maggie over the edge.

„Oh god, Negan,“ She moans into his ear just as he starts massaging her clit in time with his deep thrusts. Encouraged by Maggie moaning his name Negan doesn’t grant her time to recover and yanks her upright, his thick arms wrapping around her torso and holding her tight to him as his thrusts become erratic and desperate. The fact that Negan was able to pick her up like she weighs nothing in his arms almost sends her over the edge a second time.

„I won’t last much longer,“ Negan pants in Maggie’s ears.

„Cum for me, Negan,“ Maggie whispers seductively at him. Desperately slamming into her dripping pussy, Negan manages to deliver only a few more solid thrusts before his pace breaks down into jerky spasms of his hips, a thick groan escaping his throat as he spills his cum into Maggie, heavy cock twitching as rope after rope paints itself onto the walls of her pussy.

When Maggie’s brain finally reconnects with the rest of her body she notices how Negan’s entire body is shaking while still holding her body upright. She quickly unhooks her legs from his hips, his softening cock slipping out of her leaving a trail of cum on her inner thighs. She’s unsteady, her head still spinning but she still tries to draw away from the man she’s been hating so much. What now? Her feelings towards him have always been strong, full of hate and agony. But suddenly there’s more. These new feelings are still as passionate and intense, however the urge of beating the shit out of him has died down. Though she still wants to get her hands on him…

Now she’s scared. Scared he feels differently. Scared she only caught him in a heated moment. Scared they fucked every bit of process up they’ve ever made. She doesn’t want to go back to before. She doesn’t want to continue dancing around him until one of them loses their shit. For a change she wants her headache to stop hurting so much. Before she can even move a single step away from Negan though, he grabs her hips and pulls her back against his heaving chest. A lingering kiss is pressed to Maggie’s sweaty temple as one hand reaches up to brush her hair back, the other hand dancing calloused fingers up and down her spine, leaving tingles in their wake.

„Stop fighting me,“ Negan murmurs against the side of her face.

Relief floods Maggie’s body as she sighs contentedly, a sleepy smile on her lips that is echoed by Negan’s own lips, still pressed to her forehead. Maybe they’re gonna be all right. And just maybe sleep will find her a little easier from now on.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38064742

Dark!Valkyrie and pet play, took r from midguard and chose to keep her, potential boot jumping if your comfortable if not idm COGRATS ON 1K 👏🏼👏🏼

Shout out to this anon that's waited months for this fic and never got impatient dkwksnsmwm

@romanoff062 helped me a lot with ideas so thank you bestie and some elements of the fic are inspired by @peachyteabuck 's fic And I Plead which I highly recommend y'all check out

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Warnings: innocence kink, non-con/dub-con (R doesn't fully understand) forced heavy pet play, ownership, boot jumping, spanking, degrading, strap on sex, mild amnesia and kidnapping

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New Asgard was a beautiful place. That much became apparent before you even set foot in the small town. All it took was a brief glimpse from the winding roads across the hills a few miles away and you instantly wanted to take a closer look.

You were on a road trip; had been for a while. It was a solo trip. A chance to get away from the hectic life back home and for you to figure things out. You had just graduated college and like many of your fellow students you had no idea what you were going to do next. So when you heard some people talking about a road trip, you decided you would give it a try aswell. You had a brief route planned but you ended up stopping off at a lot more places than you thought, even then none of them helped you with whatever it was you were trying to get out of that journey.

You parked up along the edge of town and grabbed your phone and wallet before getting out of the car and started towards the buildings.

It was starting to get late but there was still a fair few locals around who all waved or smiled at you as wandered around. You let the distant and lively murmer in the middle of town direct you and it wasn't long until you spotted a pub.

You knew you should have booked a place to stay for the night or few days, but you had been on the road for a while and wanted to enjoy the unique atmosphere of the town as soon as you could. Surprisingly, you weren't tired either.

A few people greeted you in the pub, clearly noting the new face, but they didn't draw too much attention to you which made you feel all the more at ease there.

You bought a beer and sent a quick text to your parents to let them know you were safe and took a sip of your beer as you admired the art work across the walls. They ranged from tapestries to paintings and even some sculptures, the likes of which you had never seen before. They had a distinct Viking style to them but with a regal touch.

"You like them?" You looked to your right to see a dark haired woman leaning on the counter besides you, nursing her own beer.

She had an easy smile on her lips that hinted at something more, as did her hazel eyes that watched you carefully. She was beautiful to say the least and it took you a moment to find the words ton respond.

"They're amazing, where are they from?" You asked as your eyes flickered away from hers, unable to hold her strong gaze.

"A very special place." Was all she said. "Valkyrie." The woman declared as she raised her bottle to yours. You smiled and tapped the top of yours against hers.

"Y/n." You replied. Valkyrie hummed.

"And what brings you to New Asgard, y/n?"

Convosation flowed between you easily from that point on. You found yourself telling the older woman a lot about yourself, more than you had ever told a stranger. You just couldn't seem to help it, she encouraged you to tell her everything and you did.

Once you realised you barely knew anything about Valkyrie the convosation took a swift turn to handsy flirtation. You didn't mind, of course, but it sure did surprise you when Valkyrie shamelessly pulled out the cliques and let her hand wander boldly up your thigh.

You were captivated by the stranger. And you wanted to experience her further, everything she had to offer you would willingly take.

You groaned quietly when you back hit the hard wall of the pub. Valkyrie pulled you into a rough, demanding kiss that you could hardly keep up with, only stopping when she pulled away begrudgingly, as though she wasn't running out of oxygen like you were.

"I want to see you come undone." She whispered lowly against your ear. You gave a whine and closed your eyes with a smile.

"Come on." Was all she said as she grabbed your hand and led you through the empty street back to her house that seemed somewhat larger than the ones around it.

You were barely through the door and she was undressing you. Her hands ran frantically over your body that was admittedly growing tired and weaker from your travels. It didn't help that everytime Valkyrie's fingertips danced across your bare skin you melted just a little more.

You whined longingly when she dipped her slender fingers through your wet folds. She glided them over your sensitive clit that was begging for any attention but she soon withdrew those torturous fingers once more.

"You want something, pet?" You head was too clouded with need to pay much attention to the nickname. You had no prior experience with anything of the sort, no real understanding of what Valkyrie had planned.

"I need you." You whined again and went to kiss her only for the older woman to chuckle and pull something out of her pocket.

She attached the collar swiftly. It was locked around your neck before you could object and even if you did, it would have been futile.

"What's this?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"Your collar. All good pets have them." Valkyrie said simply and reached her foot around the back of your legs to pull forward with her foot, making you fall to your knees with a thud.

"What does that mean?" You asked again, confusion and mild panic starting to rise.

"That you belong to me, so you better behave." Valkyrie warned before pressing her boot covered foot between your legs and pressing down on your neglected clit. You moaned despite yourself and grinded down on the polished material out of pure instinct.

You lifted your hands up to grip onto Valkyries thigh as you dragged your cunt along her boot but she slapped them away. You whined, not knowing what to do with your hands.

"Hands behind your back." Valkyrie instructed and you did so quickly, glad to have something to follow.

You built up a desperate rhythm quickly as you looked up at Valkyrie pleadingly. You needed your release badly.

"Please." You tried. Your wetness was covering her boot and you were so close to releasing everything you had onto the boot.

"No." Valkyrie defied as she yanked her boot away from you. You whined loudly and she tutted as she grabbed your collar and pulled you up to lean over the edge of her bed.

"Please make me cum." You whimpered, earning you a harsh smack to your ass.

"Pets don't speak unless spoken to. Seems like we have a lot of training ahead of us." Valkyrie said darkly. You groaned again, not knowing what the hell that meant and wanting to know what you were getting in to.

You tried to look back at her but your head was forced down into the sheets with one hand while Valkyrie's other started to undo her zip.

She pulled her jeans down and off swiftly and threw them across the room to reveal the strap on she had been hiding. This only became apparent to you when you felt the large head against your entrance, bringing out another breathy whine from you.

Valkyrie edged the tip of the strap into your less than prepared pussy and revealed in th noises it brought out in you. You squirmed against the bed and her hold but she continued to push onwards as she held you down.

It with take long for her to thrust the entirety of the the toy deep inside you, brushing against nerves that were rarely touched. With each passing second you lost more of your grip on your speech until Valkyrie pulled out only to slam the rest of the you into you.

You moaned out loudly and clung onto the bedsheets frantically as Valkyrie continued to fuck.yo7 at a brutal pace, never faltering. You were all overwhelmed with pleasure you hardly heard the dirty things the woman above you whispered into your ear. With that, it didn't take you long to get close.

"Gon cum, please!" You tried, your speech far too slurred for you even to understand luckily Valkyrie did.

"Cum for your queen." She ordered and with that, you fell over the edge. You moaned loudly as your back arched and you clenched around the toy, desperate to feel it as much as possible when you came around it.

Valkyrie didn't stop once you came, not after you came a few times either. Because while you may not have ever completely remembered the events of that day, you would sure as hell feel them for a while.

*

You awoke in a brightly lit room with walls that seemed to literally shine. You blinked quickly as you looked around and found yourself in a bedroom. A fucking big one.

Next to you, or more towering over you from your low position, was a Grande bed that was unnecessarily big, as though it was there for show more than comfort. The gold painted posters and luxurious pillows and covers made it the perfect image of a King's bed and had you wondering what fantasy land you had dreamed up in your head.

You looked down and furrowed your brow as you realised you were laying in large dog bed that fit you as if by measurement. It was lined with quilts and soft pillows that matched those on the bed.

You sat up in the bed and took in the rest of the room and all its glory. Long drapes hung from the ceiling and parted for an open pair of doors that led onto a sizeable balcony. With a deep breath, you got up out the bed and ventured towards it.

It was only when you left the warmth and softness of the bed that you realised you were fully nude, but there was no dresser or closet door around to provide you with any clothes. You timidly edged towards the doors and stood to the side to peer out, hoping no neighbours would get an eyefull of your vulnerable state.

It was also hard to stay oblivious to the thick black leather collar that was around your neck so tightly. There were some hazy memories it awoke in the back of your mind that you couldn't quite see.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you peered out from behind the curtain. What became apparent first was how high up you were. The balcony leaned over the whole land and let you see the whole of the city and the dark forests beyond it.

The building below you shone in the sun, gleaming boldly in a way you couldn't tear your eyes from. It was almost mythological.

"You're awake!" An excited voice exclaimed from behind you. You spun around to see the dark haired women coming through the main doors towards you.

You didn't recognise her at first, especially with the cheerful grin plastered across her face. But soon the pieces fitted together and you took a big step back away from Valkyrie.

"Don't be like that." She said with a frown, her eyes shamelessly raking over your body.

She walked towards you quicker than you could get away and gripped you collar, forcing you to your knees. "Much better." She mused as she looked down at you.

She attached the leash to your collar and gave it a tug as she strolled back to the balcony with you having no choice but to follow as she instructed.

"I've waited so long for this." She beamed as she looked out at the city. You sat by her side, your mouth and throat too dry to let you speak and feeling too scared to even try. "Finally, Asgard is back to how it should be, and with you by my side." She looked down at you with a smile and noted your confusion.

"Earth just didn't cut it." She said simply. "So we're starting over, again. We have this whole planet to ourselves and I'll make sure it stays this way." Valkyrie explained as she looked back out at the city she ruled.

"I want to go home." You piped up as you stared at the ground, too afraid to meet her gaze.

"You are home." Valkyrie said as she crouched down and lifted your chin to look at her. "I'll give you everything you could ever want." Your bottom lip trembled as you realised you really had no way out.

"All you have to do is be a good pet."

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❥ eren’s birthday is in a couple days and what better way to celebrate it by hosting a party with your friends? only, you can’t help but feel a little stressed out and a litte nervous.

❥ authors note; don’t remind me that this is two days late, i know i know, i needed a break, but i hope you enjoy anyways >:)

4 days.

"connie, sasha! can you guys stop messing around for three seconds?"

connie and sasha turned around at the same time, your hand impatiently drummed against the counter as you gave them an irritated stare. your patience was growing thin as you wanted the outcome of this event to be perfect.

eren's birthday was a couple days away.

it wasn't always that you wanted to prepare events, as a matter of fact it stressed you out a little too much to do so. but, this was an event you wanted to take charge of— you wanted it to go perfect with the help of some of your closest friends.

you had met eren only the beginning of your first year in college— this year. it was the classic i need a roommate, so do you, so let's be roommates thing. it made things a little easier on you, bills were easier to pay, school was easier to get to, and eren brought more comfort to you.

he made you more social, introduced you to new friends, and became a role in your life.

sasha crossed her legs from her position on the floor, setting her arms on the table, clasping her fingers while she nodded her head hastily. "okay, i swear i'm listening now."

"sorry." connie murmured with a scratch of his head. he leaned forward on the coffee table, a look that said carry on staring at you as you stared at him.

you sighed, guilt creeping up on you for the harshness of your previous sentence. "...i didn't mean to sound aggressive, i'm sorry, i'm just kind of stressed." you rested your head on the palm of your hand as your eyes trailed over the sloppy notes scribbled on a piece of notebook paper armin tore for you.

the top of the paper was practically glaring at you "eren's birthday party!!!" slapped between the margins in led. you skimmed the notes, some of your friends name with a dash pointed to what they would handle in relation to the party. you gave the paper a grim look, as you almost couldn't read your own writing.

it couldn't go too wrong right? you felt as if eren was somewhat of a picky person but deep down you knew he'd love anything that his friends presented to him because of the sentiment and thought behind it. eren wasn't too difficult, so why were you stressing so much? you have a great group of friends beside you that were even willing to go through with this birthday party. what was bothering you?

"_____," armin's hand slid to your back, rubbing up and down in a comforting manner. he jolt you out of your thoughts, your head turning to the side to look at him.

a warm smile was on his face, blue eyes almost relaxing, almost putting you at ease. he removed his hand from your back and grabbed your hand that was in your lap, giving it a light squeeze. "you know, for one of eren's birthdays when he was a kid i made him a dirt cake and we sat outside and pretended to eat it." you couldn't help but giggle at the thought of a small eren and armin sitting in the grass playing with dirt. "he was happy enough to hang out with me and do that— he was also happy when mikasa embroidered him the letter E on a piece of cloth. he hung it on his backpack, i'm sure it's still back at his mom's house."

armin looked up to mikasa for confirmation and she nodded her head from behind him on the couch. she looked up to the ceiling, reminiscing on the small memory with a small smile as she fiddled with her fingers. "i'm sure eren would enjoy this just as much as a dirt cake."

"and a tiny E embroidery." mikasa added with a chuckle.

you let your hand smooth over the back of your neck and nodded. "yeah... yeah, he'll like it." you weren't sure if you were just saying that to reassure yourself or saying that because you meant it. either way, you picked up the mechanical pencil next to your elbow and began writing again.

"hitch," you repeated as you wrote down her name, your the end of your h flying as you lifted the pencil off of the paper.

hitch looked up at you from her phone. "what's up?"

"you know a lot of people." she looked up for a second tapping her chin, as if she was pondering.

"yeah... if i do say so myself, i'm a little popular." she shrugged her shoulders with a smirk and you rolled your eyes at her, the both of you letting out a small laugh.

"can you get the word out to some people you know eren knows?"

"who does eren know?"

"you know... besides us, maybe like..." you let your mind wander. eren wasn't the most social person but neither were you. in the least he was pretty known around campus, given his temper and his personality, not to mention his looks. he definitely got eyed around campus albeit only talking to a few people. you weren't surprised when someone waved hey to him while he was minding his own.

"i'm just messing, i'll figure out something." a light bulb went off in her brain, her eyes lighting up. "oh! i could even make a cute little digital flier to give them all the info— armin what's your address?" she had somewhat of a creative prowess that you were thankful for. always willing to help you with minor inconveniences whether it be your fashion choices, socializing with others, designing things, and much more.

armin began to tell her, his voice fading out as you looked towards sasha who now had her head laid down on the table, like you only moments ago. "sash," her eyes looked up to you and she picked herself up from the glass surface. "can you handle the cake and snack ideas?" you knew sasha would be the best bet for the food, especially considering she was currently taking a culinary arts program.

her eyes widened a bit, another haste nod of her head that made her hickory ponytail bounce with each up and down motion. "yeah, definitely! i have a friend that is really good at baking too, i could ask him for help on the cake."

you pointed the pencil in your hand towards sasha with a smile. "knew i could count on you, please spare enough for the party though."

she rolled her eyes hand reaching out to push your hand back down to the table. "shush, i was only gonna eat a couple bites of whatever we make— don't act like you've never treated yourself while cooking." you shook your head, looking back down to the paper and writing food and cake next to sasha's name hiding the small grin on your face. "caught!" she exclaimed, pointing at you with a snap of her fingers. "red handed!"

"oh, shush." you whipped your head behind you to look at jean who was sitting in between mikasa and hitch. "jean," and then to connie, next to sasha, his eyes low and his face straight— a clear look of boredom. "connie?"

the two boys answered with a small "hm?"

"can the three of us go for decorations like on..." you tapped the pencil in your hand to your chin. if eren's birthday was on the thirtieth, and you would be decorating on the twenty-ninth, you'd wanna get the decorations a little early on— better safe than sorry anyways. "twenty seventh or twenty eight?"

"decorations? this is gonna be fun." connie came more alive at the sound of decorations. with a  snicker, he rubbed his hands together like a classic villain in an old cliché movie.

"you guys are just coming with i'm not leaving y'all in charge of them. you'd fuck eren over."

"yeah? like how you wanna fu—" your hand slapped over connie's mouth faster than you could blink, connie's eyes going wide at the abrupt action and yours at the words that were beginning to spill over his lips. yes, you loved your friends but more often than not you couldn't stand them. sometimes you wondered if eren could've chose a better group of people to introduce you to. (in reality? you wouldn't trade them for the world.)

"no!" your response came out louder than you intended, the lot of your friends laughing. "can you not?" you turned back towards your paper, jotting down decorations beside jean and connie's names, your nose almost touching the white sheet with how close you were to it. the tingle of blood was flooding your cheeks and you took it upon yourself to take your time writing the date as well. "decorations, twenty eight."

"yes ma'am." jean replied clearing his throat with a small smirk on his face, glancing to connie before back to you. you sighed and rubbed your forehead.

"yes ma'am." connie repeated, small stifled chuckles trying to leave his quivering lips. you glared at him, and he tried not to smile, clearly dismissing how you were trying to kill him with a look.

armin spoke up, tapping your shoulder. "once you get the decorations stop by here, me and mikasa can help put them up the day of the party. you can come help too— make sure everything looks nice."

your attention was stolen, once again armin being the one who held it. "okay," decorating was already written next to mikasa and armin's names, but you marked the thirtieth next to it as well. "sasha, let's get the cake on the twenty-ninth so that it's closest to fresh as possible. i can come with right?"

"yeah, of course. i can pick you up that morning if you want me to."

that was perfect, you were practically beaming at the way everything was falling in place— everything felt as if it was falling in place, yes, but still your stomach flipped and your brain couldn't help but flood with the idea that something could go wrong.

you pushed the thoughts to the back of your brain and began to fold the paper in front of you neatly. "hitch, can i come over tomorrow? we can work on the digital fliers and figure out who to invite."

"sure, yeah, that's fine with me."

you pocketed the piece of paper and rose to your feet, pulling out your phone to check the time. you had been at armin and mikasa's place for four hours with your friends, and you had only been planning for a little bit— getting distracted was a hobby at this point. or maybe you were distracting yourself just because of the worry that the planning wouldn't go right.

"i'm gonna go," you stepped around the couch gingerly, avoiding the feet of your friends. "thank you guys."

armin followed your steps, standing up to trail after you. "i'll walk you to the door, the rest of them should be leaving soon too." he turned to the remainder, blonde brow rising over his eye. it wasn't a suggestion, you knew he'd be ushering them out the door soon enough.

"thank you, armin." not only thank you for a measly walk out the door, but a thanks to him helping you, keeping you at somewhat ease for the party. he was always so good to you— from helping you study when you needed it, talking to eren when he was upset with you. armin was always a shoulder to rely on, and you wouldn't have met him if it wasn't for eren. "thank you." you repeated under your breath as he opened the door for you.

the change in temperature as you stepped out the door felt better than it should have, the breeze hugged you tight, and you brought your hand to your chest as you stepped down the steps of armin's apartment.

you had a good set of friends on your shoulder, and a good plan in mind that you knew they'd help you with every step of the way. you breathed out through your nose and closed your eyes before turning back to the blonde, two calm oceans watching you with solicitude. "bye, armin." and another one of his warm smiles was thrown back to you as he waved and closed the door behind you.

when you returned to your apartment eren was asleep on the couch.

you moved as quietly as possible, shutting the door as quiet as you could muster. you slipped off your shoes and tiptoed over to the couch, every creak of the floor board felt like it could be heard no matter how quiet you thought you were being. although, when you peered down at eren's sleeping figure sprawled on the couch his eyes were still shut, he was still taken over by sleep.

even in his sleepy state his brows were still knit together, a small pout on his face as you listened to his slow breathing. his arm was supporting his head, the other one draped across his stomach and his hair wasn't in it's usual ponytail, hair messy and strewn about around his head and you almost wanted to let out a laugh at how cute he looked.

even though a bed probably would've been more comfortable, you didn't want to wake him. he looked pretty calm from where he was rested on the couch, eyes fluttering while they were still shut and lip twitching every now and then.

if you didn't know any better you would've bent down to place a kiss on his forehead, maybe the tip of his nose. or maybe you would've shook him awake and asked him to sleep beside you tonight. but you knew better and both of those options quickly dissolved from your mind before you could truly consider them.

instead, you took your time studying his pretty features until you felt like you studied long enough, almost surprised he didn't wake up, wondering why he felt like he was being watched. you spun on your heel and quietly creeped your way to your room, letting out a unsteady breath once you closed the door.

your back stayed pressed against the door as you looked at your feet. the chirp of an owl was almost too present, and if it wasn't for your thoughts you were sure you could've heard the television from your upstairs neighbor. you shook your head and face planted into your pillow, the bed bouncing up and down with the addition of your weight.

were you really worried about the birthday party? is that what was stressing you out?

the more you thought about it, the more it felt like a stupid party wasn't the sole root of your problems.

3 days.

you didn't even hear the sound of eren approaching you, too entranced with what was on your computer screen. when the rough pad of his finger tapped your shoulder you almost jumped out of your skin, your own finger moving quickly to switch tabs, your vision a blur and you not sure what you clicked before your head shot to face him. "eren!"

he put his hands up in mock surrender, glancing between you and your computer screen, intrigue in his green eyes. "what were you looking at?" of course that was the first thing he asked, that was just your luck.

you tapped your hands against the sides of your laptop, letting your gaze dart around the living room while eren waited a response that you were whipping up in your head. "a watch i'm gonna buy... for me."

"can i see it?" you almost rolled your eyes at how inconvenient that question was. your hand went to your mousepad, scrolling over to exit out of the tab, before looking back at eren. he narrowed his eyes as he literally watched you close out the tab in front of his face.

"no." your response was awkward— scratch that, the whole moment was awkward. "uh, what's up?" you shut your laptop as eren rounded the couch to come sit next to you. the weight of his body shifted you a bit, and his presence so close to you made you tense up slightly. his arm swinging over the back of the couch didn't help you either.

"didn't see you at all yesterday. when i woke up i checked your room and you were sleep." he checked on you? your heart practically skipped a beat at the simple sentence. you saw him almost everyday and have lived with him for almost a year now— why did he rack your nerves so much?

"yeah... i knocked out when i got home, but you were sleep when i got back anyways."

"where were you for so long?" genuine curiosity was present in his voice. "i was pretty bored here by myself, you know." his head tilted back to rest against the couch, his eyes still looking down at you as he let out an exaggerated breath.

you gave eren an uneven smile and crossed your arms. "with armin," you almost did a double take when eren's smile dropped.

"you left me to go to armin's house?"

"...i didn't think you wanted to come!" your voice came off defensive, and you quickly lowered it the nearer your sentence came to an end.

eren squinted his eyes at you, if looks could talk his would be calling you an idiot. he brought his head off the couch and leaned forward. any closer and he would be able to hear your heart thrumming in your chest. "you didn't think i wanted to come to armin and mikasa's house... you know, my childhood friends?"

when eren repeated your words back to you they did sound pretty dumb. you frowned, not sure if you were frowning at the boy in front of you or the stupidity of your sentence. your words tangled in your throat as they tried to form, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. eren leaned back, and you felt yourself gain control again, your heart quieting. "it was a last minute thing, i had to go to grab some notes from him and we got carried away."

"you and armin don—"

"mikasa! grab some notes from mikasa. calculus... calculus notes."

almost on cue, your phone buzzed from between the couch cushion beside you and your hand fumbled to find it, pulling it up once your phone was in between your fingers. you turned your phone up right, the blue light shining on your face as you read the small segment of the message hitch sent you. your finger swiped and your thumb unlocked your phone as you read the remainder of the text.

march 27th, 2:53pm

⤷ finished studying. you can be on your way!!!

⤷ i'll be omw in like 10

you looked back up to eren, his eyes already rested on your face. when you stood up from the couch, he still watched you as you maneuvered around the small space of the apartment clumsily. "i'm gonna be on my way to hitch's." you told him, grabbing your keys from the kitchen table and slipping on your crocs that were under it.

"you didn't have enough fun with armin yesterday?" when your head turned to look at him, his was giving you a bored stare, head hanging backwards over the couch, the flyaways around his face pointing towards the ground.

you stiffened at his statement, but nevertheless continued to move, your jacket coming over your arms and your phone slipping into the pocket of your sweats. "grabbing notes isn't fun, i won't be at hitch's for long either. you'll probably be home when i get back."

he pushed off the couch, taking long strides towards you with his hands buried in his own pockets. when he was but a few feet away, he stopped, and your eyes washed over his body. black t-shirt clinging to his skin and the band of his boxers playing peek-a-boo from where they sat a little above his sweatpants. when you snapped out of your thoughts and looked up the door was being held open for you, eren trying to suppress his small smile. "nope, probably gonna go hang out with someone."

"who?"

"you don't know her."

"oh..." you tucked your lip in between your teeth and opened the door wider for yourself. "okay, see you." and when the door shut behind you it somewhat startled you, and the walk to your car felt a little longer than usual.

the drive to campus felt a little longer than usual too.

when you did arrive the walk to her dorm was like expected, you made your way through the hallways, up the steps until you were standing in front of her dorm. your hand rapped her door a few times, a "hold on!" being yelled out to you once you stopped.

typical, the sound of rustling was coming from the other side and you heard her footsteps come closer until the door swung open. "here, here." she huffed out, opening up the door more so you could slip past her and into her room.

right off the bat you knew which side was hers— not that it wasn't your first time, just that she made it painfully obvious.

her clothes were scattered across the floor, and it was almost as if an invisible line was dividing her and her roommates side. a stack of papers and books on top of her desk, light from the lamp behind it struggling to shine through the stack. the other side of the desk looking pristine and neat— if you swiped your finger over top there wouldn't be a trace of dust. posters adorned above her bed as well as a small tapestry. "i see you tried to clean up before i got here."

"something like that," she waved you off, shutting the door behind her and rushing over to her bed to throw a couple pillows down then hopping up on it, patting the space beside her. "you know, i got some of the information down for the flier, i made it look pretty and shit last night i just need you to tell me a few more things."

you slipped off your shoes and hopped onto her bed as well, scooting back and pulling your knees to your chest as she scrolled through her phone.

"look," the device was shoved in your face, making you blink a few times as you waited for the screen to steady, a sage green flier with many small words looking back at you.

your hand wrapped around the phone, and hitch let go to watch your face. "you like?"

"happy birthday eren!" was big and bold dark green lettering, the title for the flier, while an old picture of eren sat to the side that made you let out a snort. beside it was the date and time for the event, as well as armin's address spanning across the middle of the flier from one end of it to the other. your eyes went back to the photo, but before you could get a good look at it hitch abruptly grabbed the phone back. "you don't like it?" a frown was on her face, and she inspected the image on her phone. "different color? is that what it is?"

you pursed your lips and leaned back against her wall. "i didn't say that— and the color is fine..." you stared at your knees as you remembered one of the first times you went into eren's room while he was sick. a tattered dark green cover was draped over his body and when you had pushed him about the condition of the cover— frayed ends and a few small holes here and there, he had told you it was an old gift from his mom and that he liked the color.

"hey," when you looked back up to hitch she wasn't to your side anymore, instead seated criss cross in front of you, hands in her lap and her phone discarded to her side. "what's up?"

you gave her a questioning glance before fiddling with your fingers that were propped up on your knees. there was nothing up with you— could you not do a little thinking? "nothing?"

"girl, please," she looked to her phone, it isolated on top of her sheets the green flier being the centerpiece of the screen. her fingers went to press the power button until the device went black, and your eyes couldn't be on it anymore, forced to give your attention to hitch. "is it about eren? you seemed to really like the picture of him on my phone, even though i stole that from our high school yearbook. he looks off with short hair doesn't he?"

come on— you couldn't possibly get any more predictable than this. "i was just thinking about his favorite color." which wasn't a lie, you were, your thinking just happened to go deeper than just his favorite color.

"you cannot lie to save your life..." hitch threw her head back as she began to laugh at you, her short hair bobbing on her shoulders as her hand came up to cover her mouth while her laughs died down. "favorite color my ass. what is up for real?" hitch knew you liked eren, they practically all did... except for eren himself.

your head fell into the space created between your knees and chest, and you groaned. "i don't even know myself. he just, he just—" a sound of frustration left your mouth, but was muffled by your legs. "i want this to go well for him." you picked your head up, but you weren't satisfied with your answer. by the way hitch looked at you, you could tell she wasn't either.

"keep going, i'm still listening." hitch's head nodded slowly, a reassuring nod— telling you it was okay to keep speaking, her ears were open to hear you out.

"i want this party to go well for him, of course i do; but after today i feel so dumb for putting so much time into it. maybe i'm overthinking it but i told eren i hung out with armin and he told me he was going to hang out with some girl i didn't know, and it just... i guess rubbed me wrong— so now i feel like i'm putting all my time into this for him and it'll kind of just mean nothing, all my time into planning this party that i feel like is stupid. i feel stupid."

it was like a dam broke, your words had flooded out, and you had said more than you wanted to, yet it still wasn't enough. hitch was satisfied— but you? you were not.

she grabbed some of your hair, pulling your head up by it. surprise danced across her features, surprised to see you weren't weeping, albeit your voice sounding shaky when you spoke. "i haven't seen eren pull anybody ever since we were in high school together, i doubt he all of a sudden has a girl or whatever." she gave you a half smile, hands coming up to grab yours, and your legs slid down into a criss cross position as well.

"plus the party isn't stupid and you're not stupid. it's not about how you feel about eren, it's about giving him and us a good time for his birthday. did you forget that it's for his birthday? shit, if you don't wanna plan it, i will— admissions gonna equal a bottle of booze." her chuckle was contagious and your lips couldn't help but upturn as you let one out too.

"listen, whenever i have a crush on someone i just go for it, you know? just tell him. maybe he was just trying to get you jealous or something." she shrugged her shoulders, while she played with your hands that were enveloped in hers.

"we live together, i don't wanna make it weird."

'it'll only be weird if he says no."

"which is a big possibility."

hitch glanced off to the side before letting her eyes settle on you again, her lips shifting as she looked for what to say. "um... but he could say yes too. you won't know if you don't ask. if you're not willing to move forward and take the risk you don't like him that much. if he says no eventually the two of you will go back to normal anyways." you did like him that much, you were just an anxious mess. especially when he was around; which was quite ironic considering you spent most of your time around him.

you let hitch's words sink into your flesh as you stared at her thumb smoothing over the soft skin of your hand. she wasn't totally wrong, you wouldn't know unless you asked, and nothing would really happen until you asked either.

"do what you will with that information." hitch cleared her throat, letting go of your hands and shuffling to sit beside you, grabbing her phone on the way, then turning around to sit her back against the wall as well. a thick silence fell over the two of you, and if it wasn't for how close both of you were it would've been awkward— for you, it was you and your thoughts talking, but for hitch?

"so... who are we inviting again?"

2 days.

"what do you think of these?" you flipped over the packet of balloons examining the details scribbled on the back, waiting for a response— but to no avail. you didn't receive one.

you turned around, expecting to see a nest of ash brown hair hovering over you as well as doe hazel eyes, but jean and connie were nowhere to be found. a groan of annoyance left your lips and you slipped the packet of balloons into the shopping basket that was hooked around your arm. "i guess these will do."

today felt slow, no progress felt like it was made albeit you running around a family dollar looking for simple birthday decorations, while your friends ran around looking for only God knows what.

you weren't sure if it was because this task was somewhat easy, or maybe because in a couple hours you'd be returning to your shared apartment with eren, continuing to sneak around as if you weren't planning an event. continuing to have to ignore his questions when you'd come in a little later than you usually do, because if you had said you were hanging out with one of your mutual friends he'd look at you funny— ask why you didn't take him with you.

he wasn't wrong, his friends were his friends before they were yours; he is the one who introduced you to them, you all of a sudden devising your own plans with them and seemingly having the time of your lives while he sat back at home of course rubbed him weird.

he didn't question you too much though.

he knew his birthday was coming up— he might be dense but he wasn't completely stupid. although he had no direct hint to you planning anything for him, his friends planning anything for him, the lack of mention of his birthday being soon was almost alarming. he hoped your running around without him had at least a little to do with his birthday.

and for that you thanked him, because besides your little crush on him, the whole mess surrounding his birthday made your stomach churn, having to keep something from him for so long racked your nerves and made it even harder to be around him just in case something accidentally slipped.

you dragged your feet to the isle next to you, peering down it to see the two boys you were looking for, jean and connie. you noticed them before they noticed you, connie's hands grabbing at something and throwing it in the basket in jean's hands. "guys," you said loud enough for them to hear, both of their heads whipping to look to you.

both of them slowly made their way towards you until you met in the middle of the aisle, your arm crossed and your lips pursed. "looking for decorations was fun by myself." your tone was sarcastic, and connie caught on nose scrunching at your comment, his hand coming out to pat your shoulder.

"listen, listen— i was getting eren's birthday present!" he replied, giving you a crooked smile.

your eyes darted between connie, jean and the small basket in his hands, dumbfounded. were you missing something? you didn't see a "birthday present" anywhere. you glanced back up to connie, confusion littered on your face. "where?"

connie's smile dropped, quickly turning into a frown and jean let out a short chuckle, connie glaring at him. he pointed towards the basket, then grabbing it and tilting it towards you. "snacks, and candy and shit. who doesn't like snacks?"

you looked into the basket, and inside was an arrangement of snacks— none that you could remember eren eating, maybe besides the flimsy bag of potato chips and sour gummy worms. "it's the thought that counts." you mumbled mostly to yourself, but both the boys in front of you heard, connie rolling his eyes and letting go of the basket.

it was ironic, because if it was just the thought that counted to you maybe you wouldn't be stressing so much over the party you were in the midst of planning. you wish you could take your own advice, and maybe be like connie and do something simple for eren without beating yourself up too much.

"shut up— we need to get a bag for it." connie mutters, but you knew he wasn't genuinely upset, he could care less what you thought of his present. if it was something he enjoyed it was most likely eren would enjoy it too. at least that's what he told himself.

"we need to get everything else for the party too— you guys left me when i was looking for balloons." your hands flew out from your sides, clearly exasperated with their lack of care for stranding in you in the isle over without a word.

"we didn't leave you, we just went an aisle over to get his gift."

"so you left me?" connie's eyes slide over to jean, who walked past the two of you, clearly trying to leave the store as soon as possible, or maybe dissociate himself from the small ruckus you were creating in the middle of the store.

"technically, no..." he murmured, walking past you as well, and you brought your hand to your forehead before speeding up your pace to catch up to jean, walking beside him instead of behind with connie.

the three of you walked in silence until you reached the decorations aisle, fingers brushing over the arrangement of decor, but you were mainly focused on the miscellaneous decorations, party streamers, tissues, table covers, and much more you couldn't name.

"jean?" he looked down at you, standing next to your figure who was crouched on the floor to be head on with the decorations seated on the small bottom shelf.

"what's up?"

you picked up two packs of table covers, in each of your hands, standing up and examining both packages, the only difference being the colors. "which one?"

jean took the white pack from your hands, turning it over then grabbing the dark green pack from your hands and looking it over as well. "they're both nice to me." he shrugged. he didn't see why the color of the table covers, or any decoration mattered so much. like you he knew eren wasn't too picky, yet you still continued to try to perfect every aspect of this party.

"well, which one do you think eren would like?"

jean furrowed his eyebrows at you, dropping both packages into the basket in your hands opposed to his— although he was helping with the party he wouldn't be paying for anything he didn't need to. "eren wouldn't care, _____."

you sighed, eyes drifting down to the new contents of your basket. "yeah, but—"

"just get both, and decide when we go there, he'll like either."

you fiddled with your hands, nodding your head and walking past jean to the party streamers— you didn't ask for his opinion, reckoning you'd get the same answer, so you slipped both the white streamer paper and dark green into your basket, making your way towards connie who was plucking a small paper bag from the rack.

"i'm gonna put it in this bag." connie said as soon as you had stopped in front of him, shoving the bag in your face, your hands coming up to lower it so you could see it more clearly. it was nice, a small blue bag with "happy birthday" sprawled on the front, in sparkly letters, and you smiled at connie who pulled it away from you.

"that's nice, i should get a bag too for his present shouldn't i?"

"well you're not putting it in a box are you?" you shook your head, it'd be better to put it in a little birthday bag then having to spend time wrapping it, so you stood in connie's place who moved aside to let you take a look at the arrangement of bags.

there were so many, but a pretty white one caught your eye, it was simple, happy birthday written in small text on the front in black, a period ending the short statement. the paper bag had two black ribbon handles that were rough to the touch when you had pulled it off its rack. "this is nice too, right?"

connie looked to the bag in your hand, nodding his head. of course he'd think it's nice, he wasn't like you— it made no difference from the bag in his hand. they were both made out of paper and both could complete the same job. you wished to have that mindset. "yeah, what did you get eren for his birthday?"

your eyes widened slightly, you were somewhat surprised he asked— or maybe surprised that he was the first to ask. you took pride in the gift you had bought him when others asked or when you had explained what it was to mikasa, but when it came to eren you were a little nervous to know if he'd like it or not. "just this custom watch, i thought it would be thoughtful."

jean came up behind connie, connie placing his bag into jean's basket. "yeah, i think he'd like it, i mean— i don't wear watches but i'd wear it once or twice."

you narrowed your eyes, scoffing at connie. "well good thing the watch isn't for you, let's go." connie shrugged his shoulders, and you went to grab paper plates and cups, even party hats just for the gag of it, soon enough making your way to the check out and buying all the supplies. your total was higher than you expected, and you blamed your indecisiveness, yet you would still buy whatever was needed for the party at hand.

the three of you loaded into jean's car, you placing the bags beside you and your phone buzzing. you pulled it out of your pocket to check the notification, a message from eren. you swiped left, having to swipe a couple times because of how fast you attempted to open the message. it was rare he texted you when you were out, especially when he knew you were out.

march 28th, 4:47pm

⤷ [attachment 1 image]

⤷  your package? where do you want me to leave it?

you knew right off the bat what it was, the watch you had just told connie about. when you had last checked the shipping date it wasn't scheduled to come today— it was one day early.

march 28th, 4:48pm

⤷ put it in my room, thanks

⤷ okay

you had dropped your phone into your lap, looking out to the window but it buzzed again, and you scrambled to pick it up once more.

march 28th, 4:53pm

⤷ wya?

⤷ in the car, i'll be home soon.

"can you guys take me home first, actually? we can take the stuff to armin's house the day before eren's party." you leaned forward so jean who was driving, could hear you, his head turning slightly as he listened.

"why?" your phone buzzed again, and just like that you forgot about the conversation at hand, diving to pick up your phone, eager to see what eren had sent now.

march 28th, 4:55pm

⤷ your car is here

⤷ oh, you're with who?

⤷ jean and connie

"i just want to go home for now, it'd be easier if we just brought everything over there when we go decorate." and even though jean disagreed, he began the route to your place instead, deciding not push any further.

although your phone didn't alert you that you got another notification, you went to go check anyways, grasping the device in your hand as you went back to you and eren's messages.

read, 4:55pm

you didn't even realize the small frown that was painted on your face, you placing your phone back into the pocket of your jacket, settling down into the seat you were sat on.

"yeah, take me home first."

1 day.

"how's this?" sasha tilted the bowl of frosting towards you, and you took a glance, the frosting a pretty shade of green, much like the flier hitch showed you two days before.

you nodded your head, "yeah, that color works.", and your friend smiled, spinning on her foot to place down the bowl of frosting beside the one of icing. she seemed more excited then you about the making of the cake. not to say you weren't excited, but it was more accurate to say you were highly strung about how it would turn out— more than you should have been.

"nico, grab the cake, i think it's chilled long enough." she dipped her finger into the bowl of frosting, putting it up to her lips and humming at the taste. "oh, yeah, that's good. eren better like this!" and you hoped he would too.

you tsked, grabbing the bowl and moving it over so niccollo could place the cake on the counter next to it. "what design are you thinking?" he asked, arm draping over sasha's shoulder as the two of them stood in front of you. although they didn't date you couldn't help but find them cute. you wondered if sasha or niccollo were in the same dilemma as you— only it seemed that their feelings were reciprocated opposed to you and eren.

you pondered for a second, recalling what you had thought up a couple nights ago. it was simple, "pipe the edges with one of those swirly tips, with the white icing, and.. write happy birthday in the middle. small letters." the small letters were somewhat of an improvisation, it reminded you of the small letters on the front of the gift bag you had got for eren.

as you spoke, sasha moved to grab the pipe tips and piping bags, as well as a spatula, placing the utensils down onto the surface next to the frosting. "i can see that in my head— it's gonna be so good, it's gonna look so good." she glanced up at niccollo, and he was already looking at her, a small smile on his face. "can i frost?"

"...you can frost with the green, i'll do the white; the piping and the words."

sasha beamed, clearly happy with whatever she could get, and she grabbed the spatula, scooping up some frosting and beginning to spread it across the cake. she smoothed the thick coat over the swirl cake, trying her best to cover the top, and you could already envision what it would look like in your head, and it wasn't bad. sasha wouldn't dare for it to look bad with how ecstatic she was to be making it, and you were sure niccollo wouldn't either.

it was mainly your idea, and niccollo and sasha would bring it to life. you would hope eren would like it as much as how much you liked the image of it in your head. "so what did you guys buy for snacks?"

niccollo made his way over to the sink, washing his hands before flinging them so water droplets flew in the sink. "well we bought the basic stuff, chips for the guac, candy for the bowls, and some drinks, plus beer at your friend hitch's request."

you laughed, hitch wouldn't be the only one enjoying it, the lot of you guys liked to drink. you knew eren would be appreciative at the gesture. "it probably wasn't just hitch who wanted it." you watched the blonde dry his hands, leaning against the sink counter. "so you're gonna make the guac, the guac for the chips?"

he nodded his head. "oh, yeah of course. i just can't make it today, i'll make it at... armin, armin's house?" his response was a question, and you nodded as well, letting him know he was thinking of the right person. "yeah, sash will get the stuff and i'll make it that day so it can be fresh."

"okay, that's good. are you gonna come to the party too?" you didn't know him personally, only having met him through sasha who you didn't know how she met him. she had seemed to have taken a liking to him, and you just followed through. after all like you said, they were cute, you wouldn't be surprised when sasha would break the news to you.

"no, i have work that day... i'll be there beforehand to help sasha and you, and everyone set up, if it helps."

"no, yeah— it'd be a lot of help." you gave him a small smile, sliding over more towards sasha to check on the cake. "so, out of curiosity; how did the two of you meet?"

sasha grinned at the question, grabbing some more frosting with the spatula and slapping it onto the side of the cake. she didn't give niccollo time to answer, mouth opening to do so for him. "culinary class! he's so fucking good at cooking, like how?" she tilted her head back to direct the grin on her face at him, and he gave her one back.

"yeah, sasha's not too bad herself either. how did you and sasha meet?" his words sounded like an understatement and you chuckled.

but you and sasha meeting? it wasn't much of a story to tell. "oh, just through eren at the beginning of last semester."

"eren? the birthday boy?"

"yeah, birthday boy... he introduced me to all of them really, nothing special." you shifted on your feet, hands coming together so you could play with your nails, looking down at your hands.

"tell me about you and birthday boy— how did the two of you meet?" you didn't know someone could ask so many questions, but it wasn't like you didn't ignite the conversation to save from the silence.

sasha's shoulders bounced as she laughed softly, and although you couldn't see her, her still smoothing away at the almost completely green cake, you glared at her.

"he's my roommate. i needed one and he needed one, and you know how that goes."

niccollo raised a brow. he clearly caught onto the way you tried to brush the topic off too fast, but so did sasha despite her being occupied. wasn't he majoring in culinary arts? not psychology— there was no reason for him to read you that fast. "and how does that go, _____?" sasha titters and you could tell she was smiling from the tone of her voice.

"fine." you were blunt, your voice montone apart from the small falter at the end of your sentence. "it's cool, having a roommate, he's nice and fun to have around."

sasha's expression mimicked niccollo's, her arms crossing and her brow going up before she walked over to the sink and began to wash the spatula, the water somewhat saving you from the awkward silence, the same one you had tried to stop earlier. sasha broke it though, and in the worst way she could.

"she likes him."

your hand slapped your forehead, and you let out an exasperated groan, both sasha and niccollo laughing at you, but sasha must've felt somewhat bad, a pout on her face as she came over to pull you into a tight hug. "sorry, but you weren't gonna say it and it's kind of obvious."

"well you didn't have to say it out loud." you didn't hug her back, one hand sliding down your face, and the other hanging at your side.

"well how else would nico know?"

"he doesn't."

nicollo took over sasha's place at the counter, not phased by your reluctance to tell him. he tidied up her small mistakes when she was frosting the cake. "sash, can you fill the piping bags?" sasha pranced over to the piping bags after letting go of you and her hands grabbed them, placing the tip on the bags and then rummaging the drawer for a spare spatula, using it to scoop up some of the the white icing and stuff it into the utensil. "so you like him?"

you sighed. she didn't have to repeat it, but still you nodded your head, and then realizing he couldn't see you. "...yeah."

"she won't tell him though." sasha added, dipping another finger into the icing and sucking it off her finger once more. did she have to reveal everything? "i don't see why, if it was me i'd just tell him, what's the worst that could happen."

your eyes glanced between sasha and niccollo.

that was ironic.

"just tell him, who knows, he could like you back." the conversation sounded too familiar, and you rolled your eyes, why did everyone think this was such an easy feat? niccollo leaned towards the cake, icing squeezing out of the pipe creating an intricate swirl that was being detailed around the circumference of the cake.

you folded your arms against the counter you were leaning against, and let out a huff of breath. "it's not that easy. we're roommates, things will be awkward." and you felt like you were repeating yourself— is this what people called deja vu?

"i think eren might like her back." sasha moved the bowl of white icing onto the other side of niccollo and hopped onto the counter beside him, placing the other bowl in her lap, fingers tapping against the sides.

"why?" you were curious, you didn't think anything hinted that he could like you, especially not with the encounter you had with him when you were leaving for hitch's.

"i don't know," she shrugged. "when you guys first moved in together he would always talk about his," she mimicked his voice, "new roommate."

you blinked, then blinked again, arms unfolding and you picking yourself up from the surface you were leaning against. eren talking about you? you wanted to hear more. "that's it?"

another shrug, and another scoop of frosting. "i mean, he talks about you in general too."

"what does he say?"

sasha squinted at you, shaking her head. "i said in general," and her hands went up into quotations, "me and ______ are going to do this, last night me and ______ did this, shit like that."

your stomach twisted, and your legs felt a little wobbly. you cleared your throat, and you wanted to speak but you were a little bit in... shock? but niccollo spoke instead, "i finished."

sasha made a small noise of joy, hopping off the counter she was seated on and pushing over the bowl of frosting, peeking around niccollo to see the cake.

you padded over, standing next to sasha to see the cake as well; and it was pretty.

swirls danced across the edge of the cake, the white contrasting the soft green that was painted over the it and smoothed over almost perfectly. in simple bold letters, "happy birthday, eren." detailed the center, a small heart added to the end.

"it's nice... i really like it, yeah, this is what it looked like in my head." and you weren't lying, it almost was like a carbon copy of what you envisioned, and you were almost surprised at how well niccollo and sasha pulled it off, not that you should be, you did ask for help of two culinary art students. "thank you, thanks so much."

your face was lit up, and sasha and niccollo gleamed smiles at you, delighted that you were happy. being able to make you happy seemed to be enough for them. "glad you like it," he said, and you pulled out your phone to snap a quick picture, pressing the device to your chest. "i added the heart for you."

your eyes rolled back but you couldn't help but chuckle, another "thank you" leaving your lips and your eyes not leaving the cake, even when he went to put it in the refrigerator. once the cake wasn't in your line of sight anymore, that nervous feeling returned out of nowhere, for no reason, and your hands felt sweaty, phone almost slipping from where it was pressed between your chest and hand.

sasha caught on, grabbing your other hand and letting her fingers fall between yours, hands clasped together, and she was radiating solace, sucking up your worries and dispelling them for you.

"he'll like it."

"you sure?"

"of course! i'm sure."

happy birthday, eren.

it wasn't a normal occurrence for you to cook eren breakfast— as a matter of fact you couldn't recall ever cooking breakfast for him.

making dinner? yeah! there were plenty of times the two of you twirled around the kitchen, bodies bumping and fits of giggles bouncing around the small space, while you muttered "sorry!" to each other every now and then.

for now, it was just you.

eren hadn't woken up yet, and so to do him a birthday favor you decided to make him a birthday meal.

you flipped the pancakes cooking on the stove, sauntering over to the fridge and pulling out the package of bacon and plopping in onto the top of the counter. you felt like you had been in the kitchen at least every day now, and you couldn't remember the last time you had actually sat down to participate in one of your hobbies, or to relax. you sure were taking this upcoming event seriously, and you were glad your friend were too.

your fingers tapped against the steel of the fridge handle as your eyes skimmed the contents of the refrigerator; you felt like it wasn't enough, there was nothing special to you about some flimsy pancakes and bacon, so you grasped the carton of eggs and closed one of the fridge doors, leaning towards the side to plop them next to the bacon.

when you turned back around to close the other door, there eren stood, you practically jolting out your skin. "jesus!" you all but screamed, your hand flying to your chest and you stumbling backwards at his abrupt appearance. "eren!"

he chuckled, closing the fridge door for you and stepping forward to stand in its place. "g'morning." his voice was still groggy with sleep, and he still looked sleepy— his eyes still swollen from it, hair messily framing his face. his hair tie must've fell out while he tossed and turned.

your hand fell from your chest and dropped down to your side, tugging your shirt lower and fumbling with the fabric while your eyes glanced around the small kitchen. "morning."

"just morning? aren't you forgetting something?" you gave him a crooked smile, and he stepped forward until his hands wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your frame against his until you were engaged in a hug, minus the fact that your arms were still awkwardly against your sides.

your body began heating up and you felt like you lost control of yourself for a minute, hands taking a bit too long to wrap around eren as well. it was nice, he felt warm, and he brang a sense of comfort, so you relaxed against him a little more. heck, you didn't need time to sit down and relax or do a hobby when you had eren. he was enough to give you a break, just being around him was enough.

"happy birthday." your voice was merely above a whisper, but he heard it— a hum that could be heard through his chest, where your head laid.

"thank you," he said audibly, pulling you away, and you wished the hug could last for a little longer, hesitantly pulling back too and letting your hands smooth over the sudden goosebumps on your arms from the air of the room. "your pancake."

you quirked a brow at him, until your eyes followed his finger, the pancake on the stove that had been there longer than it should have, and you scrambled over in realization, eyes going wide as you fumbled for the spatula, slipping it under the pancake and flipping it over to check the underside. it wasn't burnt— the underside was just a little browner than it should have been. your free hand brought the plate next to the stove closer and slipped the pancake off the pan onto the plate.

"what woke you up?" you asked, as your hands went to grab the bacon and an extra bowl, turning down the heat of the stove and moving to strip the bacon from its packet, setting them down on the pan.

"the smell of your cooking." he smiled, arms crossed from where he leaned against the fridge. he slinked over, until he was behind you, peering down as you placed the last strip of bacon on the steel pan. "who's the breakfast for? me?"

you let out a small laugh, cracking two eggs in a bowl and eren followed along as you moved to the counter, then to the spice rack, grabbing two small spice jars and sliding back to your bowl. "yeah, actually. it's your birthday, right?"

"yeah." he moved over to the fridge, grabbing the bag of cheese and throwing it down onto the counter you were working at. "i like cheese in my eggs." you shook your head but your hands still moved to grab the bag, fingers pulling the seal open and your hand dipping into the bag to sprinkle some into eren's eggs. it was his day after all.

you didn't even realize he had moved from behind you until you heard the sizzle of the bacon on the pan, his hand setting down the spatula, and only then did you realize he had flipped them for you— his head turning towards you to watch you make the eggs, you whisking at the mixture. "thank you." you said softly, eyes lingering on his curious expression before turning back to the eggs. "anything you doing for your birthday?"

it was funny, how you asked that as if you and his friends didn't plan out a whole event for him alone.

he shook his head, as you expected and you couldn't help but let a smile creep on your face as you walked over to the stove, checking on the bacon, and eren taking your spot near the eggs. he slowly began whisking at the mixture despite them already being mixed. it was a domestic feeling, one that you felt before yet it still felt fresh, still felt new and it still made you want to live in moments like these forever.

"nah, you wanna do something with me?"

your lip twitches, and you place the bacon next to the stack of pancakes. the oil drifts to the side as you lean the pan and simply stare for a few minutes, before going to the sink and dumping it. you wiped the side of the pan and spread oil onto it before placing the bottle of oil down and reaching your hand out for eren to pass you the eggs.

he does, his fingertips sliding over yours as he passes it along, and you pour it into the pan, then turning to drop the bowl in the sink. "omelette or scrambled? and you wanna go to armin's later today?"

he scoffed, fingers drumming on the now empty counter he was leaning against, like he was in disbelief that you wanted to go there again; and it seemed that way from his next sentence, him practically bringing your thoughts to life. "scrambled, and you wanna go there again, you've been there like twice this week? what's at armin's?"

the spatula flipped in your hand, and you frowned at eren. "nothing, we should just go there for a get together— it's your birthday after all." your gaze shifted to the plate of food. "can you get another plate for me?"

although eren didn't answer, the sound of plates clinking as he reached for another plate, and the closing of a cabinet told you he complied. he placed it beside the other plate, sliding two pancakes onto it, including the almost burnt one. "two pancakes on your plate?"

and you nodded your head, "no bacon." you scraped some of the eggs onto eren's plate and scraped the remainder onto yours— you weren't too hungry, but you wanted to eat with him, so you made yourself a little too. "so can we go?"

eren's eyes followed you to the sink, where you placed the pan down, the steam rising from the water hitting the hot pan much like the steam rising from the eggs. you came back over beside him, hand patting his side lightly to signal him to move over a little so you could open the utensils drawer. his answer was reluctant, but you didn't think it was necessarily because he didn't want to go— you weren't sure what it was. "i guess, what time?"

you grabbed two forks and two spoons, placing them onto each plate and clasping your hands together, in content at not only the two full plates (if you'd consider yours full), but also at the confirmation from eren next to you. "like... seven? i'm gonna leave earlier though... i have some errands to do."

eren raised a brow, but shook you off, as if he just accepted you running around the usual now. he grabbed his plate and you grabbed the syrup before following behind him until both of you were sat at the dining room table. he couldn't help but still question where you were going though. "what errands?"

you repressed yourself from rolling your eyes, sliding the syrup across the glass table until eren's hands were wrapped around it, popping the top open and drizzling the sticky liquid over his pancakes. "i'm just gonna run to the store real quick, we'll meet up at armin's place."

eren once again didn't respond, pushing the syrup back towards you and poking at his pancake.

with a small sigh you slipped your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, pressing a few buttons until you and armin's messages were open. your fingers danced around the screen until you began typing.

march 29th, 12:34pm

⤷ i might have to come a little later than i wanted to, spend some time with eren

⤷ ok, i'll text them to come earlier!

⤷ tysm, i'll probably come around 5

you placed your phone down on the table face down. you were somewhat surprised by armin's response time, but you were grateful nonetheless. you'd spend a little more time with eren, it wasn't a big of a deal, not even the small feeling of nervousness that came back was a big deal. with how well everything was going you were sure they could deal without your for a few extra hours.

when you looked up, eren's palm was holding his head up, as his other hand cut the pancake in front of him, a small pout on his face. you almost felt bad, if in the back of your head the surprise party didn't linger you probably would have felt bad. you gave a weak smile, and tapped the glass table to catch eren's attention. "eren,"

"hm?"

"happy birthday."

a few hours.

a few hours until eren's party, a few more hours of planning, few more hours of jittery feelings and sneaking around eren.

maybe a few more hours of questions, questions from eren, questions from your friends, questions for your friends.

"armin, pass me that last streamer."

armin took one of the white streamers from the table next to you, placing tape on the tip and you stepped down from the chair you were standing on to grab it. once you taped it your hand swam through all the streamers that were adorning the wall. they had came down from the ceiling, connected to the wall and then came down like a waterfall, a jade green, light green and white patterned across the wall.

"does it look good?" you asked armin, and his hands went to touch the streamers as well while he nod, surprised at how well you pulled off the design. hitch didn't seem to be the only creative one in the friend group.

"of course, of course, it looks really nice, it's creative too."

as you were about to respond, the pop of a balloon made you and armin flinch, both of your necks snapping towards the sound, connie and sasha both standing their frozen, the remnants of a balloon in connie's hand, sasha holding back her laughs.

stepping down from the chair, you sighed, and armin pat your shoulder. "i'll go help them with the balloons, don't worry." he stepped away, heading towards the living room to do just as he said.

you made your way towards the kitchen, deciding to check on the progress in there, mikasa cutting up tomatoes for the guac that niccollo was preparing, her hands moving flawlessly as she chopped away. "want to help?" she asked, not even looking up to see who walked in.

you had nothing better to do, everyone occupied with one or more aspects of the decrorating, so you said a "yeah," and she dropped the knife, placing another tomato down and grabbing an onion and another knife to begin chopping beside you. "how is it going out there?"

"out there" wasn't too far, you looked over your shoulder and armin, sasha, and connie were arranging the balloons, tying them with ribbon and letting some stray ones float. "they're doing good, i think, thanks for helping with the food."

"no worries." she continued to slice at the onion, but something else was itching her, and she couldn't help but ask. "how did you get eren to not follow you here?"

"'was hard, i hung out with him for a little longer, that's why i was late... and i told him i was running errands." you and eren didn't do much when you were with him, yet you still had fun, even though it was something as simple as chilling on the couch and watch television together. like you thought earlier, eren's presence was enough.

mikasa's head shook, scooping up the onions and placing them in the bowl where niccollo was working, squeezing a lime into the mashed avocado. "didn't take you as a liar," she joked. "what time is he coming?"

you shrugged, eyes glancing to niccollo who was mixing together the guac, then trailing to the grocery bag beside it. "probably around seven like i asked, i don't know. can you grab me some big bowls?"

mikasa went to grab a large clear bowl, placing it down beside you gently. "here," she handed you the bowl, a section in the middle for the guacamole.

"do you think he knows we're planning his surprise party?"

"he might have an idea about it." mikasa replied. "but not a big one, the other day he called armin asking why we didn't invite him over."

your hand stuttered, and you almost cut your finger while slicing the fruit in front of you. "what did armin say?" eren didn't question you further after you told him you had went over to study, so your lie couldn't have clashed with whatever armin told him.

she took the knife from your hand, using it to slide the tomatoes you cut off the cutting board and into the guac. you pulled the bag of tortilla chips out of the grocery bag and opened it up, pouring it into the clear bowl.

"armin didn't say much, he just said you had passed by and that it was nothing special."

you let out a sigh of relief, moving the chips around then pushing the board towards niccollo. "nicollo, put the guac in the middle when you're done." another bag, and another bowl that you poured the contents into. "when i got home from your house few days ago he asked me why i went without him and i told you i grabbed some calculus notes."

"that's close enough." she grabbed the bowl of tortilla chips once niccollo put the guac in the middle. "i'm gonna put these on the table."

"and i'll put the rest of the snacks in the bowls, you can help out there." niccollo told you, pulling the bowls away from you and ushering you out before you could say anything, his hands on your shoulders moving you to the entrance of the kitchen. you didn't question him, just taking your leave and heading towards the living room, wanting to see how the others were doing.

the decorations were coming together, balloons creating an arch around the television set, "happy birthday" letters connecting from one end of the wall to the other, hanging over armin and connie's head, and more balloons connecting together on either side of sasha and jean who were sat sitting on the couch.

it was beautiful, the greens, silvers, and whites all complimenting each other, from the table cover, to the streamers on the dining room wall, it was all a pretty sight to look at and you were filled with bliss, bliss at the fact that it was working out like you had planned, at the fact that your friends and you could put everything together so well.

"guys, you guys did so good!" you sounded cheery, and they caught on small smiles appearing on their faces at the joy on your face, it seemed seeing you happy made them happy too, just like sasha and niccollo. "i really love it!"

"see, i told you she'd like the arch." armin commented, hand pointing to the arch of balloons. "they wanted to just put balloons everywhere, i thought you'd like it if we made it more uniformed." and he was right, you did love it, it was more than you asked for, more than you expected them to do.

"yeah, no, i love this." you had pulled out your phone, preparing to take a picture but stopping for a moment, looking at the time. it was almost seven, and so you decided to text eren instead.

march 30th, 6:43pm

⤷ you can be on your way soon!!!

"i told him he could be on his way like an hour ago." a red solo cup was in your hand, and you were standing with hitch in the kitchen, her sipping at her own drink. you were getting fidgety, almost an hour had passed and eren wasn't here yet, nor did he respond to the last text you sent him. maybe he forgot?

"maybe he got caught in traffic." hitch shrugged, "i don't think he forgot." it was like she read your mind, but it didn't help to calm you— traffic didn't even sound plausible with how near you and eren's apartment was to armin and mikasa.

"traffic? seriously, we don't live far from here, he would've made it sooner than now."

armin frowned at hitch, "maybe not traffic, but maybe he's still getting ready, you know eren's always a little late places... just relax until he gets here." his hand reached out, palm up. "want me to refill your drink for you?" you knew he was just trying to ease you up, get something in your system and relax you until eren would arrive.

you were about to hand him your drink but then your phone vibrated, the light flashing from beside hitch and she picked it up for you, eyes moving back and forth while your screen illuminated her face, and you tried reaching for it but where she sat on the counter top she could easily pull it out of your reach, and that's exactly what she did, your hand stretching for your phone while she read it from where her arm was above her.

"hitch!"

"it's eren, he says he's here."

your eyes practically popped out your head, and you turned to armin, placing your cup in his hand, the liquid threatening to spill over the edge with how fast you shoved the flimsy cup in his grip, almost crushing it. "be right back!" you said loud, speeding past your friends to leave the kitchen and get to front door.

your heart pounded in your chest as you exit the kitchen, butterflies filling your stomach. you spun around the bodies of people (which was more than you expected hitch to invite) rushing to get to the front door, to get to see eren, to get to show him everything you all put together.

you almost stumbled over your own feet, apologizing to whoever you bumped into but not daring to look back, because the door was right there, and another burst of restlessness filled you when your fingers wrapped around the cold metal knob of the front door,  the air that hit you raised goosebumps on your legs when you swung that same door open.

you rushed out the door and down the steps, almost missing one in the process, but it didn't matter because there he was, those same wispy hairs you knew he never tried to tame even on his birthday still framing his face, blue green eyes steadying on your figure running towards him, and plump lips breaking out into a smile that you never knew you'd be so happy to see.

eren, he was here, after you didn't know how long, and you were happy, you were so happy you didn't stop running, crashing into him and causing him to stumble back, but god the small chuckle, the feeling of his smile against the top of your head was so beautiful, so relieving.

"eren," you pant out, your breath fanning his arm, and you pressed yourself against him more, like he'd disappear if you let go. "eren, you're here."

"i'm here." your eyes squeezed shut at his words, at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your shoulders, letting you get as close to him as possible, your legs in between his and your head pressed against his chest like earlier in the kitchen. you never thought you would be so happy to see a person, and even though all the two of you ever did was hug it felt so new and so fresh.

you felt like you had been hugging him for only seconds, but when he began pulling you off you didn't complain because there was much more to show him, so many more things for you to be nervous to show him, but wanted to show him anyways because only god knows how long these things took to make for him.

"what took you so long?"

he scratched the back of his neck, tongue sliding over his lip as he grabbed your hand, the two of you slowly walking back towards the apartment. "i had fell asleep, sorry, i'm here now— i couldn't have missed much?"

"jesus, eren, i thought you forgot!" you cursed his stupidity. seriously? falling asleep moments before his party? he had you worried he was gonna miss it, and he could've.

"no, no, i didn't forget. being home alone is boring you know, so i took a nap." you looked down. you did leave him alone for a couple hours, on his birthday at that, but what he would see in a couple minutes would hopefully make up for it.

his eyes raked over you. "you look nice... and to think it's my birthday." he smiled, and although the moon was out, little light being casted on the two of you he didn't fail to notice your attire and compliment you, your hand squeezing his a little more.

"thank you," and you did the same, letting your eyes look over him, quirking a brow at his appearance; a sweatshirt that was covering the undershirt that was peeking through his collar, and some simple jeans— so much for it being his day. "yeah, you didn't dress up much, it's your birthday eren."

he began to swing your hands back and forth, not seeming to care much for your comment. "i woke up late, i just threw something on."

a silence washed over the two of you as you made your way up the steps, and you almost didn't want to go inside. you wanted to talk to eren a little longer, have it be just you and him a little longer because you knew he wouldn't be at your side for too long once you returned to the house.

"ready to go inside?' you asked as if he genuinely had a choice, but for some reason you still felt a bit sad when he nod his head, pulling you to the door with him.

your hand twisted the knob of the door, and if only you could've watched eren's face once you swung it open. a roar of "happy birthday, eren!" flooded both of your ears and eren quickly became the main attraction. he was the main attraction, it was his day, his birthday.

his mouth dropped open, eyes widening and eyebrows coming up in shock— no in awe, and it was no longer a "small" birthday party that he had in his head, there were lots of people he could recognize, lot of eyes on him, and pretty shades of green dusting the room. you felt his hand squeeze yours in return, and he almost didn't even notice his closest friends crowding around him.

"eren! happy birthday!" hitch pat his shoulder, beckoning for him to bend down a little bit, a party hat in her hand that matched the one on top of her head. his gaze broke from the room around him to his friends in front of him, and he bent down, hitch snapping the hat onto his head, you giggling at him as he adjusted it, a goofy grin on his face. if it was any other day, he probably would've refused to have such a silly hat on his head.

"yeah, happy birthday." armin said smiling happily to finally see eren, and smiling to not see you worrying anymore about his arrival. mikasa stood beside him saying a small "happy birthday" as well, and eren stepped forward to give both her and armin a hug before stepping back beside you again, his hand never leaving yours as he did so.

"do you like it?" the question was urging you to ask it, and eren looked down at you again, your nail pulling at your lip while you waited his response.

"do i like it?" he pulled you into a hug too, squeezing your shoulder. it was obvious to him, of course he liked it— how could he not? "so you planned this?"

"we all did."

"who's we all?"

you scanned the room, but it was only you, hitch, armin and mikasa standing in front of eren. "well, the four of us and jean, sasha, and connie too. i don't know where they are though, probably the kitchen."

"i love it, i really do, thank you guys so much."

you felt like a weight had been lifted off of you, like you were free from a burden you had placed onto yourself. everyone told you he would love it, and you knew it too. although, the feeling of eren himself telling you was a relief that never felt so good.

"i'm glad, let's go see the others." so eren's hand that was still intertwined with yours had pulled you along, the other three dispersing to do their own thing. small "happy birthdays" were said to eren as he passed people, and he occasionally stopped to greet someone he knew well properly while you stood back waiting patiently for him. hitch did him justice, most if not all the people he did know, even if you didn't, and now would be a great opportunity to get to know some more people but you chose to stay beside him.

when the two of you had entered the small space of the kitchen, sasha was standing with a plate next to connie. "eren, happy birthday!" her voice was muffled by her food, her covering her mouth as she spoke, but you could tell she was elated to see him with the way she perked up at the sight of him.

"yeah, happy birthday dude." connie blew a party horn in eren's face obnoxiously, and eren's face scrunched up, although you knew he didn't mind, as matter of fact probably the complete opposite. he was almost too happy and you could see it in his walk and his face.

"thanks guys, and thank you for planning this all out."

"thank _____ for getting us off our asses and forcing us to plan this shit." connie quipped, and you would've knocked his head straight if you didn't catch the jest to his tone that made you and eren chuckle.

he looked down at you after connie had pinned the party on you again, "so it was you who planned all of this basically. that's why you kept leaving?"

"yeah, i was planning shit out with them— i wasn't trying to leave you or anything." getting that off your chest felt equally as good, and it seemed that eren felt relieved as well, apart from the way his grip finally slipped from your hand.

"good... good, i love this, you did amazing, i appreciate this a lot." no words were enough to explain how much eren really appreciated you, appreciated everything you were doing for him— so all he could do was hope that you knew. "i'm gonna get a drink and look around, okay?"

"i'll be here." but your reply was short lived. instead of staying with connie and sasha you went to find armin for your drink. you needed it to calm the jitters that you were feeling, and you were glad when you caught him chatting with another blonde, who you surprisingly recognized but sadly couldn't recall her name.

"armin, my drink." the red cup still rested between his fingers, and at the sound of your voice he looked up, immediate remorse on his face when he saw yours, then looking down to the cup before passing it your way.

"i'm sorry, i forgot to fill it up." when you looked down into the cup it wasn't full, the liquid from before still swimming in the bottom. it was fine, everyone was occupied, trying to have fun and so you didn't mind, you'd just fill it up on your way to the kitchen, no big deal.

"who's this?" the girl turned to you, eyes bored as she tapped against the cup in her own hand, and armin looked between her and you, perking up. it was a chance to try to socialize, try to make friends, and you tried to take that chance.

"oh! annie, this is _____, she planned this all out, eren's roommate."

"hey!" you gave her a small smile, hand out for her to shake it, and she did, giving your hand a light shake before letting go. she didn't seem too interested in conversation with you, her blue eyes flitting over to armin every once in a while, while her feet kept turned towards him. "i think i've seen you around before, you look familiar."

she looked you over, studying your appearance before coming to the conclusion that she has seen you before. she put her cup to her lips, drinking before responding. "i'm here sometimes— armin's house."

armin next to you let out a nervous laugh, cracking his knuckles while listening to you and annie's conversation. "yeah, you've probably seen her around before, she comes here often."

you shrug, not sure if you had ever seen her at armin's place. although her face was familiar you couldn't really recall who she was, and you blamed your lack of socialization. you'd keep her name in your head, hopefully for future reference. "probably, but nice to meet you anyways."

armin waved, and you waved back before heading back over to the small crowds of people to get to the dining room, a selection of drinks splayed out for anyone to come and grab as they please.

hitch was there, seated on a table chair she pulled out, sliding a soda can towards her to pour in the alcohol that was already in her cup. she only noticed you when you walked over to stand right in front of her, her eyes gazing up at you before averting her attention back to her drink. "couldn't have asked sash to get some better booze?"

your own arms reached over to do just as her, a can of soda in one hand that you poured inside what was already in your cup— it upped the alcohol, and overall tasted funner. "don't think it was sasha who got it." you replied, taking small sips of your drink as if you were taste testing it.

"hm," hitch did the same, taking a swig of her drink before twirling it in the cup, setting it back down on the table in front of her. "i told you he'd come, and that he'd like it. you were stressing for nothing."

"yeah... i guess," you went to grab the chair diagonal from hitch, pulling it out from behind you and plopping yourself down in it. "where is he anyways?"

hitch looked ahead of you as if she was genuinely trying to find eren before looking back to you with a shrug of her shoulders. "not sure, he was over here a couple minutes ago with jean getting a drink." you missed him by a hair, and your shoulder slumped a little lower.

"he was over here?"

"why, you looking for him?"

you sunk down in your seat a bit, your feet tapping together while your fingers pattered against the plastic of your cup. you weren't looking for him per say, you just wanted to be with him, just have another moment with him, see him happy and see him enjoying himself in what you created.

"eren has got you fucked up— you need to, and i cannot stress this enough;" she pointed her cup at you, "just tell him." hitch let out an exaggerated sigh, her scooting down in her seat as well as she drank her drink again.

"hitch, please, i don't think you've understand how many times i have been told that this week, and nobody seems to understand how not easy that is." and you were right, it wasn't easy, there was too many problems that could arise if it backfired. you'd rather pine for eren for the rest of your life if it meant that things would stay natural between the two of you— if what you had going on now stayed.

"or you're just making it harder than it has to be." she had a challenging look in her eyes, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her knuckles, a small smirk on her lips.

you gave a her a questioning glance, not looking too long and shifting in your seat. maybe it was harder than it had to be. maybe it was your nerves telling you otherwise, maybe you were following the pounding of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach.

hitch looked you over, shaking her head with a small giggle before pushing her head from under her and standing up with her beverage. "i'm gonna go tell connie to change whatever the fuck is playing, i'll catch you later." and she walked around you, body disappearing into the bodies of people leaving you by yourself.

but not for long, a hand on your shoulder making you jump, you turning around and seeing eren, towering above you, a slight smile on his face. speak of the devil, it was the man of the hour— just who you wanted to see, and who you were happy to see. "hey."

"hey," you stand up almost too fast, pushing in the chair and standing in front of him. he steps back to give you some space, almost caught off guard with how fast you stood up. "what's up?"

he leans into your ear, making sure you're able to hear him over the sound of the music and the chatter of the people around the two of you. "want to go outside for a little bit? it's kind of too many people, just wanna get some air." the faint smell of alcohol is present on his breath, and it reminds you to grab your cup, nodding your head and taking his hand in yours— where it felt snug and right, just like it did earlier.

the two of you make your way out the house, and the air did feel good, it didn't feel stuffy, it wasn't loud, it was calm and quiet, the breeze of the night only chilling you slightly, but eren next to you made you dead to the breeze.

he walks forward, only a few steps and you follow along, until both of you are leaning against the railing that kept you from falling a couple feet or so, cup dangling off the edge in your hands, and the moon so bright in the sky it only felt a couple feet away.

"i feel like you don't know how much i actually love this." he starts, and when you look at him he's still staring at head, the glint of the moon making his eyes look ethereal, illuminating them in only the best way possible. "how much i appreciate this, this party, everything."

"i know, eren," a grin can't help but form on your face, and you could hear the words come from his mouth again and again. the feeling that his appreciation sent through you gave a sense of pleasure, a satisfaction and it brought a form of closure. "i know."

it's just quiet, it's nobody talking and it's just the two of you. you're allowed to relish in eren being beside you because that's what you wanted from the moment he arrived, you wanted to be with him, and so despite the two of you not talking, he was enough. the sound of his light breathing was enough, the heat radiating off of him was enough, the sight of him was enough.

yet, you break the silence.

"do you wanna see what i have for you?"

he finally looks your way, and his eyebrows are knit, pink lips only slightly parted, and your eyes can't help but flit down to them before coming back up to his eyes. you weren't sure if he missed your quick glance or not, his lips closing. "there's more."

"if i can recall, you get presents on your birthday right?"

this time, you're the one to grab his hand, and his fits in yours like a puzzle, and you're the one to pull him down the steps that you had ran down earlier, him being the one to finally trail behind you.

you walked him to your car, your hand digging in the pocket of your coat that albeit the warmth of the party you had managed to keep on, and you grabbed your keys, your thumb pressing down onto the black button that made the lights in the vehicle flare up. you place your solo cup on the roof of the car and your hand grasps the car doors for the backseat, opening it up and being greeted by leather seats and a small white bag.

you almost couldn't fathom that this small white bag only days ago you cared so much about, that the ribbon that your hands were holding onto mattered so much to you, the small lettering on the front mattered so much to you— and only moments ago eren couldn't express his enthusiasm for the party you planned for him.

all your friends who had repeatedly told you not to stress were right— if eren loved a stupid dirt cake, and a little embroidered letter, he'd love anything you gave him from a small paper bag or a couple of snacks to a watch, to a party.

you moved aside and eren moved forth, making himself comfortable on the seat of your car while you placed the bag in his lap, and he looked so adorable; the party hat that was splashed with color leaning a little too far right, and the cheerful smile on his face as he moved the tissue aside and peeked into the bag closely, before his head shot up and him beaming at you instead.

even though he didn't even see what was in the bag yet, his hand came to his chest dramatically, acting way too surprised for someone who wasn't even sure what you got him yet. "for me?"

you rolled your eyes gesturing to the present. you wanted him to see it so you ushered him on. "yes for you, now hurry up and open it, it's kind of cold out here." the cold was nothing to you today, your coat kept you warm enough.

he wasted no time complying, pulling out the small black box, a pretty suede under his fingers as he pulled off the lid, and his eyes shone as he did, another look of awe gracing his face as he stared at the contents of the box. you were so giddy, seeing the look of surprised wash over his face, that same feeling of satisfaction you received earlier came over you again and you were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watched eren.

it was a watch, the face of it a black and white photo of him and his mom when he was young, and you were to thank mikasa for finding the photo for you. the band was a matte black and the metal detailing the accessory a pretty gold that matched the key necklace that hung around his neck almost at all times. you hoped that the watch would become like the necklace— something he wore almost at all times.

he looked up at you, and although he was sitting down he pulled you forth by your wrist. the action caught you by surprise, his free hand holding your waist and his head buried into your stomach, and almost by default did your hand go up to play with the free strands of his hair, smoothing over his head, playing with his half assed bun and carding your fingers through his soft locks.

your heart was melting, you could almost cry— and you never knew that seeing the joy and admiration of you on someone else's face would mean so much to you, you never knew that making someone else happy was something that made you happy, especially when it came to someone like eren. it was the same expression that your friends had when they saw how happy you were when you all came together to complete another task for the event, and now you could feel what they felt, except tenfold.

so you let him press his head against you while he examined the watch, you were fine with staring over the roof of your car into the distance of the night, staring at what would've looked like nothing to you if eren wasn't in your arms.

it was all something, the tall trees whereas the green leaves on them was only visible because of the moonlight, the arrangement of cars spanning down the parking lot ahead, little things you wouldn't have thought twice about. little things that somehow eren made you recognize, eren made you hyper aware of how the little things mattered, in the worst sense at first, having you constantly stress over the little things. but now you were somewhat happy you took your time on these little things, because the little things that might seem like nothing to you, could mean the whole world to someone else.

you realize that eren would have been happy with anything that you wanted to give to him, no matter how little or big not because of what it is, but because of who you are and the thought that went into it.

you almost missed the small blabbers of "thank you" that left his mouth, his lips moving against the fabric of your dress, and your coat brushing the tip of his nose. it's only when he stood up and said one more to your face that you realized he had been talking to you the whole time.

the bag wasn't in his lap no more, and neither was the box, the watch now around his wrist, and it suited him perfectly, it complimented him so nicely, although it was a simple watch (which to be fair, it was the exact opposite of simple to him). the only thing still the same was his arm around your waist, and the soft expression on his features.

it wasn't that hard, it couldn't have been that hard— not now, when you finally realize that eren is eren, and he'll be happy with you no matter what, no matter what you give him, no matte what you say to him.

"eren?"

"yeah?"

"i like you."

if this was a few hours ago, you would've choked up on your words, your heart would be racing and your hands would be a clammy mess. hours ago you would've refused ever confessing to him, it wouldn't have even crossed your mind once.

hours ago, you didn't know eren as well as you thought you did because you were too busy worrying about the what-ifs, worrying about the little things that he would've loved anyways.

his expression didn't change, and yours didn't either because you were at peace, and your shoulders felt lighter just because he now knew.

"______?"

"yeah?"

"i like you too."

that was all that it took.

that was all it took for both of your hands to cup at his face, and pull him closer while you stood on your tippy toes, foreheads touching, then nose, then lips. all it took for you to feel so loved and complete, all by the feeling of his lips against yours, the synchronization of them moving together made you giddy again, made you happy.

your noses bumped but it was okay, your teeth clinked but it was okay, you both giggled into the kiss, not being able to shake the overwhelming feel of it that somehow still kept you feeling at peace.

he pulled you impossibly close, and he kissed you until he couldn't breathe anymore, taking his time sucking on your lips, savoring every taste of your skin and the way your lips felt. the kiss alone was the cherry to his birthday— scratch that, you were the cherry to his birthday.

and when the two of you finally pulled away for air your head fell forward onto his chest almost immediately, his head resting overtop of yours and keeping you safe in his arms, safe against him. "happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday." you were the one to blabber now, and you weren't sure if it was a distraction for the tears that threatened to spill or not.

he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, swaying both of your bodies back and forth gently, swiftly, and kindly. he didn't respond, but he didn't need to respond, his love being thrown back at you just by the way he held you.

you could've stayed in this position forever, you really could've but the sound of armin calling for eren from the top of the steps is what broke the moment for the two of you, and what made matters worse (or better) was hitch standing right behind him, a leer on her face that made you let out a sigh.

"hey! eren!" armin almost doesn't realize that it's you right below eren, but when his gaze darts down to you for a millisecond he has to do a double take that causes him to break out in a smile, turning to hitch for a confirmation which she gives with a nod. "we were looking for you, we have to cut the cake!"

eren looks down at you and reluctantly lets you go, shutting your car door for you and grabbing your cup. "you can go back inside we're coming." he announces, and even then armin and hitch don't move, both leaning against the railing like you and eren earlier, as if something would come next between you and eren— you had to chuckle at this.

when you and eren began walking hand in hand, for the first time you didn't worry about what he'd think of the cake, you didn't worry about if he'd like the color, or the taste, or the shape, or anything for that matter, because you knew eren would appreciate anything you'd throw his way.

"hey,"

he looks down at you, and the calm look on his face almost mirrors yours. "yeah?"

"happy birthday, eren."

♫ Individual Members Masterlist 2:

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This masterlist does not repeat what other masterlists already have

Consists of ONESHOTS, IMAGINES, AND SCENARIOS

Stories with more than one part are in numbered order (from left → right or from top ↑ to bottom ↓)

❥ = my personal favs

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All members individually:

↳ S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Junhui | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | Minghao | Mingyu | Seokmin | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

(1/13 requested) Vampire Boyfriend Series - what vampire!seventeen would be like as your boyfriend & as vampires in general

↳ The Letter Box

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before - inspired by "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" by Jenny Han.

You find a letter box consisting of thirteen letters you never sent to thirteen boys that you've fallen in love with and reread them.

S.coups:

↳ "Hours"

(request) both of you forget it's your birthday but he finally remembers

↳ "Because I Love You" ❥

(request) you flinch because of an argument with him and he feels guilty, telling you to slap him in return for making you flinch

↳ "Sulky" (ft. Jun & Mingyu)

(request) you visit him during practice and talk with Mingyu and Jun, causing him to get sulky and jealous

↳ "Kkeke" (ft. 1997 liners - Mingyu, DK, The8)

(request) you and Seungcheol like each other. You are friends with the 1997 line and they are always teasing you two about it. When they leave, Seungcheol confesses and asks you to date him.

Jeonghan:

↳ "Reassemble"

(request) after you flinch during an argument, he goes into the bedroom when your friends come; after your friends leave, you go to check up on him

↳ "The Other Side of the Door"

(request) Songfic: "The Other Side of the Door" by Taylor Swift - you two have an argument & you hate him but at the same time, need him so bad

↳ "Love Poem" | "Love Poem 2" (ft. Svt members)

(request) You are the princess of the Caerat Kingdom and Jeonghan is the prince of the Svuentin Kingdom. You two get arranged for marriage since birth but as the wedding day ticks closer, you find yourselves truly falling for each other.

↳ "I'm Jealous" (ft. Joshua)

(request) he gets really jealous when you get partnered up with your coworker for a three-legged race. extremely jealous.

↳ "I want to kiss you" (ft. S.Coups)

↳ "I want to kiss you, because I love you" (ft. S.Coups)

(request) you tell him that you want to kiss him seriously but you two are just friends...

Joshua:

↳ "I Like You" ❥

(request) you two are cafe workers and you like him and you finally confess to him

↳ "Gifted"

(request) you see his large hands and compare them with yours

↳ "Wonder" ❥

(Combined request) song fic: "Wonder" by Shawn Mendes - you two are friends but he keeps wondering what it's like to be loved by you, which leads to him unexpectedly kissing you

↳ "060421"

(request) you are sick and joshua takes care of you

↳ "Flutters" (ft. Svt members) ❥

(request) you and Joshua like each other but are too shy to confess. One day, you two get stuck in an art supply storage closet and slowly confess your long term crushes

↳ "Fine" ❥

(request) you break up with joshua... :(

↳ "A Sweet Winter Night" ❥

(request) it's a cold winter night and you spend it sweetly cuddling with your boyfriend while eating yummy snacks and drinking hot chocolate (ft. Your first kiss w/ him + a bit of teasing the gentle sexy)

Jun:

↳ "Just For Kisses" (ft. Woozi)

(request) because of a collab, you and jihoon have to spend a lot of time together talking about music, making your boyfriend, jun, jealous.

↳ "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" ❥

(half requested) a fluffy break-day with a clingy Moon Junhui.

↳ "From a Small Glance"

(requested) you are exhausted from performing and no one notices except jun and he gets worried

↳ "Brother"

(request) brother!jun helping you with your homework

↳ "Special Boy" (ft. Hoshi & The8)

(request) You go to Jun's dorm and help him unwind after he had a hard and long day at practice (ft. Cuddles)

↳ "It's Okay"

(request) you get into an argument with your dad on the phone and Jun calms you down

Hoshi:

↳ "Horanghae 호랑해" ❥

(request) you two argue because it seems like he likes tigers more than you

↳ "Close To You"

(request) he gets a bit jealous and protective so he becomes clingy, handcuffing you two together

↳ "Dispatch's New Year's Couple"

(request) you are the oldest in your group and care a lot for your members and is afraid of creating a scandal that could harm the group. your members and boyfriend, soonyoung, comfort you.

↳ "Moonstruck" | "Moonstruck 2"

(request) you are a servant, working as the stable girl in the kingdom of Svuentin. You're best friends with prince Chan and one day, his brother, prince Soonyoung, comes into your life and starts to like you.

↳ "Spider" (ft. SVT Perf. Unit)

(request) you are on an idol survival program and for a performance, you decide to perform 'spider' by Hoshi, not knowing that he's a guest judge. (ft. A bit of feelings being developed)

↳ "Human" (ft. The8)

(request) Soonyoung is stressed and practicing really hard so Minghao calls you to go and help calm Soonyoung down.

Wonwoo:

↳ [12:07 am] with Wonwoo

↳ "A Warmer Valentine's" ❥

Because you have no lover, you also have no plans for Valentine's day. Your friend, Wonwoo, reveals that he does have plans for the day though. The next day, on Valentine's, he shows up at your door.

↳ "Heartstrings" | "Heartstrings 2"

(request) It's 1993 and Jeon Wonwoo is forced to study classical music by his parents. He meets you, the orchestra club's double bassist and begins to love music as he learns with you. He also begins to love being with you too.

↳ "UwU"

(request) you always call him 'baby' or by his name so one day you decide to call him something new, something like "oowoo"

↳ "To My Growing Child" (ft. Mingyu) ❥

(request) you two are shopping with Mingyu and his girlfriend and Wonwoo mentions that he's glad you aren't pregnant when you secretly was (this if fluffy)

↳ "Warmth Amidst The Snowy Night" ❥

(request) it's a snowy night and he is staying over. you notice that his hands are shaking from the cold and give him a back hug to warm him up.

↳ "Goal" (ft. S.Coups)

(request) you make a goal to win in an activity but everyone but you wins in an activity so Wonwoo decides to purposely lose so that he could see you happy

↳ "Beauty of Colors" | "Beauty of Love" (ft. Mingyu)❥

(request) soulmate au: everyone is born in a black and white world until they meet their soulmate. You and Wonwoo meet and your worlds burst with color. As you two hang out, you two fall in love.

↳ "Just Friends?" ❥

(request) your friend Wonwoo has never been on a date and asks you to go on a date with him as a friend but you try to make it realistic, causing him to see you differently as a woman

↳ "Starry Sea in a Healing Cocktail" ❥ (1)

↳ "Peachy Romance by the Blossoming Waves" (2)

(request) You're on vacation in the seaside and every morning, you get tea from the lounge bar, being run by the bartender, Wonwoo. He always greets you with sweet words and asks why you aren't smiling. Now, it's your last day on vacation.

Woozi:

↳ "My My My Darling" ❥

(request) while cuddling, you tell him how much you love him

↳ "Bonkers"

(request) you two are idols and are dating; he accidentally posts a photo of you two on his public Instagram account instead of his private one

↳ "Like Father, Like Son?"

(request) dad!jihoon: he takes care of his son alone for the first time

↳ "Muse"

(request) Woozi is staying up late trying to write lyrics while he's in writer's block so you go to the studio and tell him to go to sleep, ending up with you two sleeping on the couch

↳ "Hand-obsessed"

(request) you love Jihoon's hands so you cuddle with them, hold them, kiss them, and compliment them

↳ "Your Choice"

(request) You see your ex-boyfriend again and feel a bit of longing toward him. Your current boyfriend, Jihoon, notices this and decides to tell you something.

↳ "Moonlight in Unit 0526" (1) ❥

↳ "Sunshine in Room 0922" (2) ❥

(request) Jihoon is a ghost hunter, he could see ghosts for an hour and he uses this ability to send ghosts to the spirit realm. One day, in apartment unit 0526, he meets you, a human-like ghost who's been stuck in your lonely and cold home for who knows how long.

The8:

↳ "Faults"

(requested) you and Minghao get into a sort of silent argument and you flinch when he points at your phone + both of you fluffily comforting each other afterward

↳ "Galaxy in his Eyes"

(request) being clingy and fluffy; after two weeks apart, Minghao finally comes home and is clingy and cuddly because he missed you and loves you

DK:

↳ "Crazy"

(request) you and Seokmin are friends (he has a crush on you) and he invites you couple bungee jumping

↳ "Perfect: What It Means To Be A Singer" (1)

↳ "Perfect: The Process of Becoming One" (2)

↳ "Perfect: Imperfection Makes Perfection" (3)

(request) You and Seokmin are always in singing competitions, fighting for the first place. Suddenly, one day, Seokmin asks to sing for you, changing your relationship with him.

↳ "Idyllic" ❥

(request) You and Seokmin met through a mutual friend and enjoy watching musicals together as a hobby. One day, Seokmin invites you to watch "Marie Antoinette" with him but truthfully, he wants to confirm whether or not he likes you romantically.

Mingyu:

↳ "Criminal: Ruthless" ❥

(request) mafia au: you are captured by a mafia family as a hacker and he saves you

↳ "Cool" | "Cure"

(request) mingyu x doctor!reader; he gets injured and you care for him a bit. He likes you and thinks you are cool.

↳ "Reunion"

(request) you go to a high school reunion and see your former school crush and just as you were about to leave out of boredom, he stops you and you two talk.

↳ "Little Bits"

(request) Mingyu is your boyfriend and has never kissed you longer than a peck. You ask him why.

↳ "Off To School"

(request) dad!mingyu sending his twin daughter and son to school

↳ "Do You Know My Heart?" (ft. Hoshi & Dino)

(request) You like Mingyu and you are his makeup artist. You get switched and become Seungkwan's makeup artist, causing Mingyu to realize his feelings.

↳ "Maybe I Love You" (ft. Svt members)

(request) You two are childhood best friends and he is busy with work so you hang out with the members. After promotions, he wants to hang out alone but you two end up hanging out with all of the members...

↳ "I Like You Better"

(request) Mingyu, your boyfriend, sees that you have the vocalist of a rock band you like as your lockscreen instead of him.

Seungkwan:

↳ "Second Life" (ft. Joshua) ❥

↳ "Second Life 2" (ft. Svt members) ❥

(request) reincarnation fic: You and Seungkwan are in love during the great depression but you both die in a house fire. You two get reincarnated and you remember everything but he doesn't.

↳ "Beautiful Night" ❥

(request) you write a suicide letter but stop halfway; your boyfriend, seungkwan, finds the letter and immediately goes to find you

↳ "Thrice is Fate" ❥

(request) You never have a consistent schedule when it comes to visiting the cafe. However, you meet a guy in the front of the cafe by chance, but then you meet him again by coincidence. Would you meet him for the third time?

Vernon:

↳ "Sweetest Thing" ❥| "Sweetest Thing 2" ❥

(half-request) he is being tailed by a journalist and reporter and you help him by offering some strawberries...

↳ "Care"

(request) you are not feeling well after surgery and he comes to try and take care of you but you refuse because you don't want to be a bother

↳ "Just Ask"

(request) you two go on a date and you notice that he wants to hold your hand but doesn't (he's been wanting to for the whole day)

Dino:

↳ "LOVE"

(request) Chan likes you like crazy but you don't want to love him because you think of yourself as a burden and you think that he won't like you anymore once he knows you better

↳ "The Arcade Date" ❥

(request) going on a date with your boyfriend, Chan, to the arcade, competitively playing games, and making sweet, fluffy bets

↳ "Significance" | "Significant"

(request) you never really celebrated your birthday, on your birthday one night, you meet a man who is busking and he asks if it is anyone's birthday today (February 11th).

↳ "Promise for Eternity" ❥

(request) Chan on his wedding day with you.

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Going Mining (Adrenaline Junkie Part 2)

Part 1     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, OOC sbi

Word count: 2,582

It had been about a year since you told your family about your tendencies. Since then, you quickly became efficient in the art of redstone wiring. The precious dust became your saving grace in a way, it was because of it that you stopped skydiving. Of course, you missed the feeling you got when you got close to the ground going at mach speed, but they were just intrusive thoughts at this point; you didn’t make any move to fulfill your desire. Redstone wiring took your mind off from it.

Lately, you spent most of your time in the basement where you set up your workshop to craft most of your supplies and write out blueprints. You were working on finding out a way to somehow launch TNT to make igniting it safer. You figured out that you could use a dispenser to plant the TNT, repeaters to prolong the time the TNT gets placed, a button to press to initiate the whole process, and use redstone dust to connect everything together. Now you have a working TNT launcher, but you have to find a block to use as a wall to protect the user from the shockwave of the explosion. You found out the hard way that the shockwave is enough to knock you back a few feet and give you small burns.

You reached over for more iron to make another repeater, but your hand came up empty. You furrowed your brows as your hand patted around the chest before finally looking over to look more closely. The chest was completely empty. You groaned in frustration, you could’ve sworn that you had more iron to work with. Looks like you had to go mining again. Sighing as you checked your redstone dust supplies, you supposed that you could look for more of that too.

Prying your goggles off from your eyes and placing them on your crafting table, you checked the time. It was almost sunset, which means it’s close to dinner time. You walked up the stairs and to the kitchen, where Philza was cooking dinner.

Sitting down at the dinner table, you greeted him. “Hey Dad, what’s for dinner tonight?”

“Steak and baked potatoes. How’s the TNT launcher coming up?”

“It’s coming along. At this point, I just need to figure out what block I could use as a wall to block the shockwave and how many repeaters I need.”

You remembered earlier today when you got the unexpected knockback in your backyard where you were building the launcher. Philza got used to the constant explosions, so he wasn’t phased when the explosion was louder than usual. He just thought you were using more TNT than usual, so he just resumed chopping wood. Soon after the explosion, he heard a thud and a groan coming from you. When he glanced in your direction, he saw you laying in the grass a few feet from the launcher. He chided you for not being careful with how much TNT you used, but he was proud of you for being so innovative. After giving you a health potion for your burns you got, he told you that you were done building for the day.

He hummed thoughtfully as he flipped a steak. “Have you thought about using obsidian? It’s pretty durable and it could withstand quite a bit of damage.”

You slapped a hand to your forehead. Why didn’t you think about using obsidian? Most TNT technicians used obsidian to shield them.

“...No, no I haven’t. You don’t suppose that we have any laying around?”

“I’m sorry hun, but we don’t. I could go mining for some though.”

“No that’s fine, I was actually going to find a cave tomorrow to restock on iron and redstone. I’m running low.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll lend you my diamond pickaxe. The iron pickaxe you have won’t mine through obsidian. Dinner’s almost done, can you go get your brothers?”

“On it!”

You ran up the stairs, hearing the strumming of a guitar growing louder as you approached Wilbur’s room. Knocking loud enough for him to hear over the guitar, the strumming stopped and he called out a “come in”.

Opening the door, you smiled at him. “Hey Wil. Dad wanted me to tell you dinner’s almost ready. That new song sounds great by the way.”

He put his precious guitar back into its case on his bed as he turned around and returned your smile.

“Thanks (y/n). Tell him that I’ll be down in a moment.”

Nodding, you closed his door and went across the hall to Techno’s room. Before you could knock, the door swung open to reveal your oldest brother. 

“I heard you tell Wilbur dinner’s ready. I’ll see you there.”

You stepped aside to let him into the hall and started to walk to Tommy’s room. You swung open his door and chuckled lightly as he jumped.

“Hey gremlin. Dinner’s ready.”

“How come you knock on Wilbur’s and The Blade’s door but not mine? I could’ve been naked!”

“You do the same thing to me. Techno and Wil knock on my door, so I knock on theirs. Now, get down to the dining room before your food gets cold.”

He stood up to his full height and casually walked over to you. In the past year he has grown to be almost 8 inches taller than you and he didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. To your surprise, he shoved you to the side and sprinted out of his room.

“LAST ONE TO THE DINING ROOM HAS TO DO THE DISHES TONIGHT!”

“NOT FAIR, YOU GOT A HEAD START.”

You sprinted after him, but he was ahead of you by time you passed your other brother’s rooms. By the time you got to the top of the stairs, he was halfway down them. There was only one way you’d win. You hauled yourself over the railing of the stairs and jumped, extending your wings to slow your descent. You swiftly regained your footing and sprinted towards the kitchen with desperation. You weren’t going to do the dishes when it was Tommy’s turn; it was your night last night. You laughed in an early celebration when you neared the door to the dining room. There was no way Tommy could possibly-

You yelped as you felt your body being pulled back and a slight pain in your wings. Tommy must’ve grabbed your wings. Falling on your ass, you quickly reached to grab Tommy’s ankle to bring him down on the ground with you. He landed on his stomach with a thud as you pulled him back as hard as you could. You crawled towards the dining room door, only to feel Tommy grabbing your wings again to pull you back. Wincing as you felt some feathers being yanked out, you cursed your wings for growing to be almost larger than your body and easy to grab. You slid across the ground as Tommy pulled you back and tried to crawl into the dining room. You reached out with your other wing and started battering his head to disorient him. It worked as he stopped and you felt him trying to swat your wing away so he could see. Making haste, you crawled into the dining room.

“OI THAT’S NOT FAIR. YOU STARTED HITTING ME.”

“All’s fair in love and war, gremlin. Besides, you pulled my wings first, so you technically started it. I wasn’t about to do the dishes for you.”

“I don’t know why you are the one calling me gremlin, you’re short as hell.”

“Oi, 5’2 is average height! You all are just way too tall!”

Despite you and Tommy arguing, you both were giggling and smiling at each other. The rest of your family watched you two in amusement for a couple of minutes before Philza spoke up.

“Alright you two, dinner’s gonna get cold if you keep it up. Tommy, (y/n) won fair and square. You will also pick up the feathers you plucked out after dinner. (Y/n), don’t jump over the railing again. I understand that you can fly but still that’s dangerous.”

You both murmured “yes, Dad” before taking your seats at the table. As the dinner progressed, everyone had small side conversations about how their days were. Dinner went by faster than usual, probably because everyone was tired. 

Tommy grumbled to himself as he picked up the feathers on the ground. Taking pity on him, you picked up everyone’s dishes and took them to the kitchen sink and filled it up with soapy water for Tommy. You washed and dried them by time he got done picking up your feathers. He was an annoying little gremlin, but he was your little annoying gremlin. You loved your little brother.

“...Thanks for helping me. You didn’t have to do the dishes.”

“It’s not a problem, Tommy. You already had to pick up my feathers. Er, sorry for hitting you with my wings, that probably hurt.”

He chuckled, rubbing his head. “It kinda hurt, but I deserved it for pulling out your feathers.”

You moved your wing in front of you to examine it. Only a few secondary feathers were missing, it was probably mostly your semiplume feathers he pulled out. 

“You didn’t do too much damage, no worries. I’m going mining tomorrow, is there anything you need me to pick up?”

His eyes lit up. “If you find a diamond, give it to me. My jukebox broke today.”

“I gotchu. It’s getting pretty late, T. We should go to bed.”

You gestured for Tommy to follow as you started to walk back into the dining room and into the kitchen. You two made comfortable small talk as you walked back to your rooms for the night. After changing into your pajamas, you plopped onto your bed and buried yourself in your sheets. You struggled to cover your wings before giving up and leaving them to droop off the side of your bed. You really needed to ask Philza how he covered his wings, they were larger than yours so he probably had a little technique he uses. 

Having wings kinda sucked sometimes. Besides not being able to cover them with a blanket easily, they didn’t fit on your bed if you wanted to stretch them out to their full length. When you were younger, your wings always fit on your bed and you would always keep them covered. But now with your wingspan being longer than your height, they were a pain to manage, especially at night. You always had to either sleep on your stomach or side and you couldn’t roll over without pulling a muscle in your wing. Because of this, it usually took you a little longer than most to fall asleep.

Your blissful slumber was interrupted by the light peeking in through your curtains. Sitting up, you stretched out your wings, smiling in satisfaction when you heard them crack. You stood up and grabbed your clothes for the day. Since you usually woke up a little earlier than your brothers, you always got first dibs on the shower after Philza. You yawned tiredly as you flicked on the water faucet and stepped into the shower. Now slightly more awake, you stepped out and started to preen your wings. Another downside to having wings is how high maintenance they are. 

After taking care of the rest of your morning routine, you went down to the kitchen where Philza was sitting at the table drinking some coffee looking as dead inside as ever. 

“Mornin’ Dad.”

He grunted in response. He was never a morning person, even after adopting four kids. You walked over to the chest where the food is kept and pulled out some eggs, bread, and beef. Usually, you made breakfast while Philza made dinner. You hummed a small tune as you flipped the eggs and turned over the beef sausages. One by one, your brothers joined Philza at the table and waited while you cooked. 

You grabbed four plates and sets of silverware from the cabinets and put on an appropriate amount of food on each, placing them in front of your siblings and dad. You grabbed your own before joining them at the table. 

“So, I’m going mining today. Is there anything you guys want me to get?”

They all chimed in with their needs. Philza wanted you to grab more iron and diamonds, Techno wanted some gold, Wilbur didn’t ask for anything, and you already knew what Tommy wanted. It sounded easy enough.

While the boys wrapped up breakfast, you excused yourself from the table and went back to your room to grab your satchel, pocket watch, iron pickaxe, and iron sword. Walking back downstairs, Philza gave you the supplies you would need today: a diamond pickaxe and a plethora of torches. “No staying out past sunset. Don’t mine down. Stay aware of your surroundings. If you see a mob, do not try to fight it, just try to run. If you get hurt, come straight home. If you get lost, follow the torches.”

“You worry about us too much.”

He sighed as he pulled you into a hug. “I just want you to be safe, hun.”

You smiled as you hugged him back and wrapped your wings around him. “I know, Dad. I’ll be safe, promise.” 

“You better, or else you’re grounded,” he joked.

You chuckled as you pulled away and said goodbye to your brothers for the day. Heading out into the brisk morning, you took in a deep breath and smiled to yourself. You had a feeling that this mining trip was going to be bountiful. You spread your wings and took off into the sky. 

Flying for a while, you spotted an opening in the ground. Grinning, you gradually landed before walking into the cave.

You spent hours mining precious ores, working your way deeper and deeper into the cave. You still had at least five hours before you had to start heading back to the house, so you thought going deeper wasn’t going to hurt anybody. 

You hummed to yourself as you passed multiple stalagmites. This cave was seemingly never ending, you’d have to mark it on your map so you could come back to it. The mouth of the cave kept getting larger and larger until it melded into a huge, winding cavern. You’ve never been this deep before, so you were excited to explore. Being mindful of placing down torches, you explored the cavern before you came across a strange looking block you’ve never seen before.

It glowed a luminescent green as weird looking projections (tentacles maybe? Was this thing alive?) flailed about before they fell into a relaxed movement and stopped glowing. Reaching out to poke it, you cringed as it felt weirdly moist and it made a slight squelching noise. It flailed about again as it glowed. You saw movement in the corner of your eye and turned to see another one of the blocks doing the same thing. How weird. 

Suddenly, the nearby lights started to flicker on and off, even your torches, as you heard a rhythmic thudding sound bounce off the walls of the cave. The thudding got louder and louder gradually as you frantically looked around for whatever it was and pulled out your sword. Hearing movement from behind you, you turned around only to freeze in fear. 

What the fuck was that?