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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Forty

It was a complete and utter catastrophe.

The docks, once bustling with activity and a semblance of control, were now consumed by chaos. The pure titans, numbering in the hundreds, roared as they emerged from their transformations, their grotesque forms hungrily seeking out any movement nearby. Flames and smoke billowed into the sky from the wreckage of the transformations, and the cries of terrified civilians rang out, drowning beneath the guttural bellows of the titans.

Armin’s face was pale as he took in the horrifying sight. “There’s... there’s so many of them,” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the commotion.

Jean cursed under his breath. “I’ve never seen anything like this. How the hell are we supposed to handle this many?”

Floch, already fuming, pointed an accusatory finger at Pieck and Reiner. “This is why we shouldn’t have trusted them!” he shouted, his voice rising in anger. “We let them on this island, and now look what’s happening! Our comrades are dead, and it’s because of them!”

Pieck was inconsolable. Her hands trembled as she stared at the titan that had once been her father. Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with grief. “Papa…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry…”

Reiner stood frozen, his expression blank as if he were in a daze. His mother’s titan form lumbered among the others, its movements eerily unnatural. He felt the weight of guilt crush him. This wasn’t just a betrayal by Zeke—it was his failure, too. He should’ve seen this coming.

Levi’s voice snapped like a whip, breaking through the cacophony. “Enough!” he barked, his steely gaze cutting through the grief and panic. “We don’t have time for breakdowns! You two—” he pointed sharply at Pieck and Reiner. “If you want to live, you better transform and help us fight! You brought this mess here, now do something about it!”

Reiner’s head jerked toward Levi, and he hesitated for only a moment before gritting his teeth. With a guttural growl, he bit into his hand, the transformation erupting in a blinding flash of light. His Armored Titan form emerged, its thick, plated body instantly charging into the fray to intercept a group of titans advancing toward the civilians.

Pieck wiped her tears with trembling hands. She took one last look at her father’s titan, a silent apology passing through her lips. Then she leaped into the air, biting into her finger. Her Cart Titan emerged, and she immediately began shouting orders to the scouts from her vantage point. “Use ODM gear to prioritize the titans heading toward the civilians! I’ll clear as many as I can from here!”

Floch sneered, still distrustful. “We’re supposed to trust her now? She’s part of the reason this is happening!”

“Floch, shut up and fight!” Hange snapped. Her expression was grim, but her tone left no room for argument. “We don’t have time for your tantrums. Focus on the titans!”

Levi’s sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, calculating. This was bad. No, this was worse than bad—it was a nightmare. The sheer number of titans was unlike anything they’d ever faced. And Eren... Levi’s gaze flicked to the massive form of the Attack Titan tearing through the horde. Eren was a whirlwind of rage, every step and swing of his hardened fists obliterating titans, but it was clear even he couldn’t handle this alone.

Eren’s roar echoed across the battlefield, a thunderous sound of pure fury. He charged forward, his fists slamming into a cluster of titans. Their bodies disintegrated under the force of his attacks, but for every titan he felled, two more seemed to take its place. His movements were frantic, his frustration palpable. Zeke had escaped, and now this disaster was unfolding right in front of him.

Porco, in his Jaw Titan form, was a blur of motion. He leaped from titan to titan, using his razor-sharp claws and teeth to tear through their necks with ease. His speed and agility made him a vital asset, but even he was beginning to slow under the sheer volume of enemies.

Mikasa and Jean flew through the air with their ODM gear, cutting through titans as quickly as they could. Connie and Sasha worked together, Sasha’s deadly aim taking out titans from a distance while Connie swooped in for the finishing blows. Armin and Hange coordinated groups of Jaegerists, directing them to hold strategic positions and protect civilians.

Levi’s blades flashed as he took down titan after titan, his movements efficient and deadly. But even he felt the strain. “Hange!” he called out. “We need a plan, now!”

“I’m working on it!” Hange shouted back, her mind racing. “We can’t let them get past us, but there are too many! Eren and Reiner are holding the front line, but if even one titan slips through…”

A sickening crunch interrupted her, followed by Pieck’s voice screaming, “Behind you!” Hange turned just in time to see a titan lunging at her, but a blur of motion took it down—Levi, his expression colder than ever.

“Focus, Hange,” Levi said curtly, before dashing off to deal with another titan.

As the battle raged on, Eren’s anger only grew. He couldn’t get the image of Zeke’s smirk out of his mind. That bastard had orchestrated this entire mess, and now he was flying away, safe and untouched. Eren let out another furious roar, his hardened fists slamming into the ground and sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

But he knew he couldn’t abandon this fight. He couldn’t let a single titan get past him—not when Aurora and their unborn child were depending on him. Eren’s glowing eyes scanned the battlefield, and his resolve hardened. He would destroy every last one of these titans, no matter the cost.

The scouts fought desperately, blades flashing as they darted between titans, cutting napes with practiced precision. But it wasn’t enough—there were too many. Thunder spears exploded against titan flesh, but even as some fell, more advanced. The situation was spiraling out of control.

Jean gritted his teeth as he landed on the back of a titan, driving his blades into its nape. “They just keep coming!” he shouted, his voice hoarse from exertion.

“We can’t hold them all back!” Connie yelled as he zipped past, narrowly avoiding a titan’s hand that swiped at him. “There’s too many!”

Nearby, Pieck was doing everything she could, her swift movements allowing her to cut down titans while shouting orders to the soldiers below. “Focus on keeping them away from the civilians!” she called out. “Prioritize the ones heading inland!”

Levi was a blur of movement, his expression grim as he single-handedly took down titan after titan. Blood sprayed as his blades tore through flesh. “Push them back!” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding. “We can’t let them advance any further!”

But even Levi, as skilled as he was, couldn’t keep up with the relentless tide of titans. He glanced over his shoulder, his heart sinking as he saw some titans breaking through their lines. “Damn it!” he growled under his breath.

Eren’s hardened fists smashed through titan after titan with raw, unbridled fury. His roars echoed across the battlefield, each one carrying his frustration and rage. He stomped forward, crushing titans underfoot, but his movements grew more frantic as he realized they were losing ground.

Porco darted around Eren, tearing through the smaller titans with brutal efficiency. But even with his speed and agility, he couldn’t be everywhere at once. He let out a low growl of frustration as he saw more titans slipping through their defenses.

From above, Mikasa flew past on her ODM gear, her blades slicing through a titan’s nape before she landed on a rooftop to catch her breath. Her sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, and her stomach twisted as she saw the tide of titans moving inland. “Eren!” she called out. “They’re getting through!”

Eren turned, his glowing eyes widening as he followed Mikasa’s gaze. That’s when he saw it—a horde of titans, at least a dozen, charging full speed toward the building where Aurora, Historia, and the Azumabitos were taking shelter. His heart nearly stopped.

A guttural roar escaped Eren’s titan form, shaking the ground as he tried to push through the mass of titans in front of him. But he wasn’t fast enough—he could see the horde moving farther and farther out of reach.

“Captain!” Armin shouted, his voice panicked as he pointed toward the inland horde. “They’re heading for where Aurora and Historia are!”

Levi’s eyes snapped to the distant building, and his blood ran cold. He barely had time to register Armin’s words before another titan lunged at him. He twisted midair, taking it down with a clean strike, but his mind was already racing.

Eren roared again, the sound full of desperation and rage. He slammed his fists into the ground, sending shockwaves through the battlefield, but it wasn’t enough to stop the advancing titans. The civilians working on the docks were screaming, some being caught and devoured as they tried to flee.

“We’re losing them!” Jean yelled, his voice cracking. “They’re going to reach the them!”

Floch, still furious at everything that had transpired, was barking orders at the remaining Jaegerists. “Don’t let them get away! Fight to the last man if you have to!”

But it was too late. The titans were advancing faster than anyone could handle. And as Eren watched the horde nearing the building, his fear turned to pure, unrelenting dread. He knew Aurora was inside, and she was defenseless.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

…

The distant, bone-chilling sound of terrified screams echoed through the building, making everyone inside stiffen. The loud, thunderous pounding of footsteps followed, vibrating the walls and shaking the floor beneath them. Aurora froze, her heart racing as fear gripped her chest. She exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Historia, who sat beside her with an equally confused and anxious expression.

“What…what is going on out there?” Historia whispered, her voice trembling.

Aurora felt a lump in her throat as she got up on shaky legs, her pulse pounding in her ears. “I don’t know,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her curiosity, however, got the better of her fear, and she made her way cautiously to the window.

Pulling the curtain aside, Aurora peered out into the chaos—and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her blood ran cold as she saw them. Dozens of pure titans, their grotesque forms moving erratically, charging straight toward the building. The way they flailed and moved with single-minded purpose only heightened the terror.

Aurora let out a piercing scream, stumbling back from the window. “Oh my God!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Titans! They’re coming! They’re coming right at us!”

Her outburst sent the room into a frenzy. Historia and the Azumabitos bolted to their feet, rushing to the window to see for themselves. When they did, horrified gasps filled the air.

“Tians,” Historia whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands clutched at her chest as her breathing grew shallow. “Why…why are they here?”

Aurora shook her head, barely able to speak as panic clawed at her throat. “I don’t know! I—what’s going on out there? Is Eren okay? Where’s Levi? What happened?!”

The Azumabitos were in a full panic now, clinging to each other as they stared at the approaching titans in sheer terror. “What are those things?!” one of them cried. “Are they going to kill us?!”

Before anyone could answer, the sound of splintering wood reverberated through the building. Loud, guttural roars and the unmistakable pounding of fists followed. The titans were at the door.

“They’re trying to break in!” one of the Jaegerists yelled, his face pale with fear. He immediately grabbed his rifle, motioning for the others to do the same. “We need to get everyone downstairs! Now!”

The Jaegerists sprang into action, rounding up Aurora, Historia, and the Azumabitos. “Come with us! Hurry!” one of them barked. There was no time to argue as they were ushered toward the basement entrance. The Azumabitos stumbled over their own feet in their panic, their faces pale and drenched with sweat.

Aurora clung to Historia’s arm as they were hurried down the stairs. Her mind raced with questions and fears. Why were the titans here? What happened out there? Her thoughts always circled back to Eren. Was he okay? Was he fighting them? Was he hurt?

Historia wasn’t faring much better. Her hands were trembling, and her voice was barely above a whisper. “Porco…” she murmured, her eyes filled with worry. “Please be okay.”

The basement was cold and damp, a far cry from the relative safety of the upper floors. The Jaegerists wasted no time shoving the group inside and slamming the heavy door shut behind them. “Don’t come out!” one of the soldiers ordered, his tone desperate. “No matter what you hear, stay down here and don’t open this door!”

“Wait—” Aurora began, but the door was already locked tight. The sound of heavy footsteps quickly retreated, leaving them alone.

The basement was eerily silent save for the panicked breaths of the Azumabitos. Aurora pressed her ear against the door, hearing the horrifying sounds of titans banging against the building. The roars, the splintering wood—it all sounded so close.

Her hands trembled as she stepped back. “What’s happening?” she whispered to herself. “Is Zeke behind this? Did he…did he do something?”

Historia placed a hand on Aurora’s shoulder, her touch light but comforting. “Aurora, it’ll be okay,” she said, though her voice wavered with her own fear. “Eren and the others will handle it. They’ve always handled it.”

Aurora swallowed hard, nodding. “You’re right. Eren…he wouldn’t let anything happen to us. He promised.”

Despite their own fears, both women turned their attention to the Azumabitos, who were visibly shaken. They huddled together, their wide eyes darting around the dark room as if they expected a titan to burst through the walls at any moment.

“Are…are those the monsters you’ve been fighting?” Kiyomi asked in a trembling voice. She had always maintained a poised demeanor, but now her composure was cracking. “The titans?”

Aurora nodded, her expression grim. “Yes. They’re…” She hesitated, glancing at Historia before continuing. “They’re pure titans. Mindless. They attack anything in their path.”

One of the younger Azumabito attendants began to sob, burying her face in her hands. “We’re going to die, aren’t we?” she cried. “They’ll break in and kill us all!”

“No,” Historia said firmly, her voice stronger now. She stepped forward, placing a steadying hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “They won’t. The scouts won’t let that happen. We’re safe down here.”

Aurora joined her, forcing herself to push past her own fear for the sake of the group. “She’s right,” she said, her tone soft but steady. “They’re out there fighting right now. Eren, Levi, Mikasa—all of them. They’ll protect us.”

The Azumabitos looked at them, their fear still evident but slightly diminished by the reassurance. Aurora and Historia exchanged a look, silently vowing to stay strong—not just for themselves, but for everyone in the room.

Even as the sounds of chaos raged on outside, they held onto the hope that Eren and the others would prevail. But deep down, Aurora couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. Something about this situation felt different—darker.

And she prayed that Eren would find his way back to her, safe and unharmed.

But as time passed, the basement had grown unbearably tense, the air thick with fear and uncertainty. Every sound from above—the thundering footsteps, the explosive roar of thunderspears, and the blood-curdling screams—echoed like a death knell in the small, confined space. Aurora sat with her back pressed against the cold wall, one hand clutching her swollen belly protectively, the other trembling as it gripped the edge of her skirt.

Her heart sank as another scream pierced the air, this one loud, raw, and filled with terror. She didn’t know who it was, but the unmistakable crunching sound that followed made her stomach churn. She clamped a hand over her mouth, bile rising in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything but sit here, powerless, while the people outside were dying horribly.

Historia was pacing, her face pale but her jaw set in determination. The Azumabitos, huddled together in the corner, were visibly trembling. One of the younger attendants was sobbing quietly into her hands, her body shaking with every breath.

The sound of heavy footsteps and another explosion rattled the room. Aurora flinched, gripping her stomach tighter. “This is…it’s too much,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She looked at Historia, her wide eyes filled with panic. “How are they going to stop them all? There’s so many…”

Historia turned to her, her lips pressed into a thin line. She was just as terrified, but she couldn’t let it show. “They’ll stop them,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered. “Eren and the others—they’ll find a way. They always do.”

Aurora’s lips quivered as she nodded, though her hands still shook uncontrollably. “But…what if they don’t? What if—”

Another scream tore through the air, louder and closer than before. It was accompanied by a sickening squelch and the unmistakable sound of a titan’s growl. One of the Azumabitos let out a terrified whimper, clutching Kiyomi’s arm.

Historia’s gaze flickered to the rifle that had been left behind by one of the Jaegerists. She hesitated for only a moment before striding over to pick it up. It felt heavier than she remembered, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of her shaking hands.

“What are you doing?” Aurora asked, her voice breaking.

Historia glanced at her, her expression resolute. “I’m not going to just sit here and do nothing,” she said, her tone low but firm. “I might be queen, but I’m still a soldier. If those titans get in, someone has to protect you and the Azumabitos.”

Aurora stared at her, her breath hitching. “Historia, you can’t…that rifle won’t stop a titan.”

“I know that,” Historia replied, her voice softer now. “But it’s better than nothing. You’re pregnant, Aurora, and the Azumabitos…they don’t stand a chance. I have to do whatever I can.”

The Azumabitos exchanged uneasy glances, their fear evident, but there was also a flicker of admiration in their eyes. Even in the face of death, Historia was willing to fight for them.

Aurora’s chest tightened as she watched Historia check the rifle, her movements quick but steady. She wanted to tell her to stop, to come back and stay safe, but she couldn’t find the words. Deep down, she knew Historia was right.

The thunderspear explosions outside grew louder, shaking the walls of the basement. The sound of a Jaegerist screaming filled the air again, followed by an abrupt, horrifying crunch. Aurora squeezed her eyes shut, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“I can’t… I can’t take this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can hear them…they’re being eaten…”

Historia knelt down beside her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “You have to stay strong—for your baby, for Eren. He’s out there fighting to protect you. Trust him.”

Aurora nodded shakily, wiping at her tears. “I trust him,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Historia stood again, the rifle clutched tightly in her hands. She positioned herself near the door, her eyes locked on it as if daring it to open. The Azumabitos watched her with a mixture of fear and awe, their whispers filling the tense silence.

Aurora leaned back against the wall, her heart pounding as she tried to steady her breathing. She placed a hand on her belly, whispering softly to her unborn child. “It’s going to be okay,” she said, her voice shaking. “Daddy’s going to protect us. He’ll come back. He has to…”

The sounds outside grew louder, the screams more frequent. Aurora clenched her eyes shut, praying with every fiber of her being that Eren and the others would make it in time.

“They’re not going to last much longer…” she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling.

Historia, stood firm with the rifle in her hands, turned slightly to glance at Aurora. “Don’t say that,” she said sharply, though her own voice betrayed her fear. “They’re buying us time.”

Aurora clenched her fists, her mind racing. Historia was brave, no doubt, but a single rifle wouldn’t hold off a titan. And if the Jaegerists fell, it would only be a matter of time before the titans found them. She looked down at her bag—the small herbalism kit she carried with her everywhere. It was more of a comfort item these days, filled with remedies she’d used to combat her morning sickness. But as she stared at it, something clicked.

Her mind flashed back to her experiments with the native plants of Paradis. She’d discovered several unusual species, but one blend stood out in her memory: a potent combination of highly flammable flora. She’d only meant to test it as a curiosity, never thinking it would have any practical use.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing as the beginnings of an idea formed in her mind. Could it work? Would it even make a difference? But before she could think any further, a loud crash jolted her back to reality.

The door to the basement burst open with a deafening crack, splinters flying in all directions. The Azumabitos screamed in unison, huddling together as a small, grotesque 3-meter titan wandered into the room. Its malformed face twisted in a grotesque grin as its beady eyes scanned the terrified group. Drool dripped from its open maw as it stumbled forward, its steps heavy and deliberate.

Historia didn’t hesitate. She aimed the rifle and fired, the loud crack of the shot echoing through the small space. The bullet hit the titan square in its left eye, and it let out a guttural growl, thrashing its head violently. But even blinded in one eye, it continued its slow advance, undeterred.

“Get back!” Historia shouted, stepping in front of the Azumabitos as she reloaded the rifle with shaking hands.

Aurora’s mind raced. Think! Think! she screamed internally. And then, in a moment of desperate clarity, her gaze fell on the small pouches of her herbal blend. She scrambled to her feet, clutching the bag tightly.

“Historia, keep shooting at it!” she shouted, fumbling with one of the pouches.

“What are you doing?!” Historia yelled, glancing at her briefly before firing again. This time, the bullet struck the titan’s cheek, but it only snarled in response, still moving forward.

Aurora ignored the question, her hands working quickly as she pulled out a pouch filled with the flammable blend. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. “Just aim for this!” she called out, holding up the small bag.

Historia hesitated, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What—?”

“Trust me! Just aim!” Aurora shouted, her voice shaking with urgency.

The titan lunged forward, its hand crashing into the wall beside them, causing the Azumabitos to scream louder. Historia gritted her teeth and nodded, raising the rifle again.

Aurora waited until the titan was close enough before tossing the pouch with all her strength. It hit the titan square in the chest, the small bag bursting open and scattering the blend across its upper body.

“Now, shoot!” Aurora screamed.

Historia didn’t hesitate. She pulled the trigger, the bullet igniting the flammable powder in a fiery explosion. The room lit up in an instant, flames engulfing the titan’s head and shoulders. It let out a horrifying shriek, its body thrashing violently as the fire consumed it. The Azumabitos cowered in fear, shielding their faces from the heat as the titan stumbled backward, its movements becoming more erratic.

Aurora watched in stunned silence as the flames spread, reducing the titan’s flesh to ash. Within moments, the creature collapsed to the ground, its charred body disintegrating into steam. The air in the room was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning flesh, but the danger was gone.

Historia lowered the rifle, her chest heaving as she stared at the smoldering remains. She turned to Aurora, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You…you’re a genius!” she exclaimed, a hint of a smile breaking through her fear. “How did you—?”

“I just remembered,” Aurora said, her voice shaky but relieved. “The plants here…they’re flammable. I thought…I thought it might work.”

Historia nodded, her admiration clear. “It did work. You saved us.”

Aurora’s legs felt weak, and she sank to the floor, her hands trembling. She looked up at Historia, tears brimming in her eyes. “But for how long? There are more of them out there…”

Historia’s expression hardened, and she reloaded the rifle with a determined click. “Then we’ll keep fighting. Whatever it takes.”

But the fire crackled violently, its heat licking at the walls as smoke began to fill the basement. Aurora coughed, trying to shield her nose and mouth with her sleeve. She could hear the remaining titans roaring outside, their heavy footsteps shaking the foundation of the building.

“We can’t stay here!” Historia shouted, her voice hoarse from the smoke. She reloaded the rifle with trembling hands, sweat dripping down her temple as the flames grew closer.

Aurora nodded, clutching her herbalism bag like a lifeline. “I’ve got four more blends left,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “If we’re going to make it out, this is all I have.”

Historia’s eyes hardened with determination. “We’ll make it work. We have to.”

The sound of another titan crashing through the doorway sent a fresh wave of terror through the Azumabitos, who were huddled together in the corner, their faces pale and drenched in sweat. Aurora immediately grabbed another pouch from her bag and tossed it toward the opening, the titan’s grotesque face barely visible through the flames and smoke.

“Now!” Aurora screamed.

Historia fired without hesitation, the bullet igniting the pouch in a burst of flames. The titan let out a guttural roar as the fire consumed it, its massive body collapsing and blocking the entrance for a moment.

“Three more,” Aurora whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

The remaining titans outside were becoming more aggressive, clawing at the walls and trying to force their way through. Aurora quickly prepared another blend, tossing it toward the nearest one. The process repeated—throw, ignite, burn—until the immediate area around the building was cleared. But the victory was fleeting; the fire was spreading rapidly, and the structure groaned ominously as the roof began to collapse.

“We need to move now!” Historia shouted, pulling Aurora to her feet.

“But where?!” one of the Azumabitos cried, their voices filled with panic. “We’re trapped!”

Aurora’s heart raced as she scanned the room, searching desperately for a way out. The smoke was making it harder to see, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Just as despair began to creep in, something caught her eye.

She froze, her breath hitching in her throat. There, amidst the chaos, was the faint, ghostly figure of a girl. She was glowing softly, her long hair flowing like a river of light. It was her—the Founder, Ymir Fritz.

Aurora blinked, wondering if the smoke was playing tricks on her. But no, the figure was real, as real as it had been the last time she’d seen it. The Founder’s expression was calm, almost sorrowful, and she was pointing toward the far corner of the room.

Aurora’s jaw dropped. “No way…” she whispered.

“What is it?!” Historia asked, noticing the shift in Aurora’s expression.

Aurora didn’t answer immediately, too stunned by what she was seeing. The Founder was motioning insistently now, her spectral form seeming almost impatient. Aurora turned her head to where the Founder was pointing and noticed a narrow passageway, half-hidden behind a crumbling stack of debris.

“There!” Aurora shouted, pointing toward the passageway. “That’s our way out!”

Historia squinted through the smoke, her brows furrowed. “Are you sure? I don’t see—”

“I’m sure!” Aurora cut her off, already moving toward it. “Trust me!”

Historia didn’t question her further, grabbing the rifle and motioning for the Azumabitos to follow. The small group stumbled toward the corner, coughing and shielding their faces as the flames drew closer. Aurora reached the passage first, clearing away some of the debris with trembling hands. It was tight, but it looked like it could lead to safety.

“It’s a crawlspace!” Aurora called out. “We’ll have to go one at a time!”

The Azumabitos hesitated, fear etched into their faces. “What if it’s a dead end?” one of them stammered.

“It’s not!” Aurora said firmly, her voice laced with urgency. “Just go!”

Historia took charge, ushering the Azumabitos into the passage one by one. She turned to Aurora, her face grim. “You go next.”

Aurora shook her head. “Not until you’re through. I’ll be right behind you.”

Historia hesitated, clearly torn, but the sound of the roof groaning above them made the decision for her. She nodded and crawled into the passage, glancing back at Aurora one last time. “Don’t take too long.”

Aurora waited until she was sure everyone else had entered the passage before she took one last look at the room. The ghostly figure of the Founder was still there, standing silently amidst the chaos. Aurora’s lips parted, a thousand questions burning on her tongue, but the figure disappeared before she could speak.

With a deep breath, Aurora ducked into the passageway, the heat of the flames licking at her heels as she crawled toward safety.

The group burst out of the passage just as the building behind them gave a final groan and collapsed into a fiery heap. The heat of the explosion pushed against their backs, but Aurora didn’t stop moving. She clutched her herbalism bag to her chest and kept Historia and the Azumabitos moving, her heart pounding in her ears.

But what greeted them on the other side was even worse. The battlefield stretched out before them like a nightmare. Titans roamed in every direction, roaring and thrashing as the Jaegerists fought desperately to cut them down. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and blood, and the ground was littered with debris and bodies. Aurora could hardly process the chaos, but her eyes immediately locked on the massive figure of Eren’s titan in the distance.

His movements were erratic, almost wild, as he clawed through the horde of titans in an attempt to reach the building where Aurora had been. Even from this distance, she could see the desperation in his actions. Mikasa, ever at his side, was darting around him, her blades flashing as she tried to thin the numbers, but it was clear they were being overwhelmed.

Aurora’s stomach twisted. “Eren…” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and worry. He looked like he was losing control, teetering on the edge of madness as the titans closed in around him.

Beside her, Historia grabbed her arm and pointed. “Look!” she gasped.

Aurora turned and her breath caught in her throat. She saw the rest of the scouts fighting with all their might. But what truly shocked her were the two titans fighting alongside them. The Cart Titan and the Armored Titan were fighting the pure titans with brutal efficiency, their attacks coordinated with the scouts.

“What…?” Aurora muttered, her brow furrowing. “Why are they…?”

She didn’t have time to finish her thought. A loud voice cut through the chaos. “Over there!” Levi’s unmistakable tone rang out above the din. Aurora turned and spotted him in the distance, his blades dripping with titan blood. His sharp eyes locked onto their group, and he immediately barked orders.

“Floch! Cover them! Get them to safety!” Levi shouted.

Floch, who was not far off with a squad of Jaegerists, turned to see what Levi was pointing at. His gaze landed on Aurora, Historia, and the Azumabitos. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed as if he were weighing his options.

“Floch, now!” Levi bellowed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a begrudging snarl, Floch gestured to his squad. “You heard him! Move!”

The Jaegerists quickly fell into formation, creating a defensive perimeter around Aurora and the others. Floch approached Aurora, his expression hard. “Keep moving,” he snapped. “We’ll cover you, but don’t expect this to be easy.”

Aurora didn’t have the energy to argue. She nodded, her grip tightening on Historia’s hand as they began to move through the battlefield. The Jaegerists around them were shouting orders and firing their rifles, trying to keep the approaching titans at bay.

“Stick close!” Floch yelled over the noise, his sharp eyes scanning for threats. Despite his abrasive demeanor, his commands were efficient, and his squad worked seamlessly to protect them.

Aurora glanced back at Eren’s titan one more time. He was still fighting, still pushing forward, but it was clear he was struggling. Her heart ached, and she whispered under her breath, “Hold on, Eren. Please.”

Historia, sensing Aurora’s fear, squeezed her hand. “He’ll be okay,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. “We’ll all get through this.”

Aurora nodded, but the doubt lingered. The battlefield was a nightmare, and the odds seemed insurmountable. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she moved with the group, her ears filled with the cacophony of the battlefield. Gunfire, thunderous titan roars, and the desperate screams of the injured and dying surrounded them. She gripped Historia’s hand tightly, doing her best to block it all out and focus on moving forward. But then, amidst the chaos, a piercing sound cut through everything—a child’s cry.

She froze, her heart lurching in her chest. The sound was faint but unmistakable. A child. Crying. Somewhere close.

Aurora’s eyes darted frantically, searching for the source. She couldn’t see anything through the haze of smoke and shifting bodies, but the cries continued, pulling at her with an irresistible force. Her heart pounded as she scanned the battlefield, desperate to locate the child.

“Keep moving!” Floch barked, his voice sharp and impatient. “You can’t stop now!”

“There’s a child,” Aurora gasped, her eyes still darting around. “Don’t you hear it?”

“I don’t care!” Floch snapped. “We don’t have time for this! You’ll get yourself killed, and us with you!”

But Aurora couldn’t move forward. The cries grew louder, tugging at her conscience like a vice. She knew the logical thing to do—the safe thing—was to keep going. To trust that someone else might find the child. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

Historia grabbed her arm, her expression torn between fear and urgency. “Aurora, we can’t—”

“I have to,” Aurora interrupted, shaking her head. Her voice was firm, though her hands trembled. “I can’t just leave them.”

And before anyone could stop her, Aurora broke away from the group, her feet carrying her toward the cries. Her heart pounded in her chest as she darted through the chaos, weaving between the Jaegerists and ducking under rubble.

“Aurora!” Historia shouted after her, panic evident in her voice. “Come back!”

The Azumabitos huddled together, their faces pale with fear. Floch cursed loudly, his face twisting with anger. “Damn it! Idiot woman!” He turned to his squad. “Stay with them,” he ordered, gesturing to Historia and the Azumabitos. “I’ll go get her.”

Floch took off after Aurora, his jaw was clenched tight, and his frustration was palpable. He couldn’t believe she’d run off like that, especially in her condition. “Aurora!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the noise. “Get back here, now!”

But Aurora didn’t stop. She followed the sound of the child’s cries, her heart racing as she pushed through the battlefield. The chaos around her seemed to fade, her focus narrowing to the desperate sound guiding her. She didn’t know where she was going or how she would manage to get back, but none of that mattered.

There was a child out there—alone, terrified, and in danger. And she couldn’t ignore that. Not now. Not ever.

Her legs trembled as she stumbled near the building, her breath hitching when her eyes landed on the boy. He couldn’t have been older than five, his small frame wracked with sobs as he clung to what remained of his mother. The sight was harrowing—the woman’s torso was mangled, the lower half of her body missing entirely, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the sky.

The boy’s cries were piercing, his tiny hands gripping what was left of his mother’s arm. Aurora’s heart shattered. She forced her legs to move, her instincts propelling her forward even as her mind screamed at her to run.

She crouched down, her voice soft but urgent. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” she said, reaching for him.

The boy flinched at first, his tear-filled eyes wide with terror, but as Aurora gently scooped him into her arms, he clung to her desperately, burying his face in her shoulder.

“You’re safe now,” Aurora murmured, even though she wasn’t sure if it was true. Her eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of immediate danger.

Then she saw them.

Three titans, each one grotesque in its own unique way, had spotted her. Their erratic movements grew faster as they zeroed in on her and the boy. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest, her grip on the child tightening as panic set in.

One titan’s grotesque hand reached out for her, but before it could get any closer, an explosion tore through the air. Aurora flinched as debris rained down around her, and she glanced up to see one of the titans collapsing in a heap, its nape obliterated.

Her eyes found the source—a thunderspear. And the man who had launched it: Floch.

Aurora felt a mix of relief and confusion as she watched Floch reload his weapon. He took aim at the second titan, his expression hard and unrelenting. Another thunderspear shot through the air, striking its target with deadly precision. The second titan fell, its massive body crashing into the ground.

But there was still one titan left, and it was closing in fast.

Aurora’s relief was short-lived as the blast from the second thunderspear caused debris to fall around her. She and the boy were now trapped between a crumbling wall and a pile of rubble, leaving no room to escape. Her heart raced as she cradled the sobbing child, her mind scrambling for a plan.

“Floch!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with desperation. “We’re trapped! Help us!”

Floch looked down at her from his perch, his face unreadable. His hand hesitated on his weapon, and for a moment, Aurora thought he would help her.

But then she saw it—the cold calculation in his eyes. The way his lips curled into a slight smirk. And then he turned away.

“Floch! Please!” Aurora shouted, her voice breaking. “You can’t leave us here!”

He didn’t even glance back.

Aurora’s stomach dropped as she watched Floch’s figure disappear into the distance, his ODM gear carrying him away. She couldn’t believe it. He was abandoning her. Leaving her and the child to die.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the titan’s shadow loomed closer, its massive hand reaching out for them. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her mind racing with a chaotic mix of fear and disbelief.

Visions began to flash before her eyes—memories of her parents, their kind smiles and warm voices. The endless torment of her time as a slave in Marley. The day Eren found her and saved her from that hell. The quiet, peaceful months they’d spent together in the cabin. Their wedding day. His face, full of love and determination.

And then she thought of her unborn child. She imagined the little one’s laugh, their tiny hands gripping hers, their face a perfect blend of hers and Eren’s.

She thought of Eren, and how much he needed her. How much she needed him. She knew what losing her would do to him. He would break. He would descend into the darkness completely, and there would be no saving him.

The titan’s hand was mere feet away now, its grotesque fingers stretching toward her and the child. Aurora’s body trembled, her arms tightening protectively around the boy as tears streamed down her face.

“Eren,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she prepared for what felt like the inevitable. The titan’s hand loomed closer, and Aurora closed her eyes, bracing herself for the end.

…

Floch sped through the air, the familiar whir of his ODM gear filling his ears as he zoomed away from the chaos. The battlefield was a cacophony of screams, thunderous crashes, and the blood-curdling roars of titans. But none of that mattered to him right now. His focus was singular: distancing himself from the scene he had just orchestrated.

His jaw was set, his expression cold and unyielding as he refused to glance back at Aurora. What was the point? He had already made his decision. To him, it was the right one—the necessary one. Aurora was a problem. A problem for Eren. A problem for Paradis.

Floch’s mind flashed back to all the times she had defied him. He remembered the heated argument when she had openly opposed his hunt for Levi and Mikasa, questioning his authority and undermining him in front of the Jaegerists. He remembered how she had sided with Levi of all people, the very man who had tried to stop Eren at every turn. Floch clenched his fists at the memory.

“She’s too soft,” he muttered to himself as he soared between buildings. “Too weak. Eren doesn’t need someone like her holding him back.”

His thoughts drifted to Eren—the Eren he had idolized. The man who had declared that he would become the Devil of Paradis if it meant ensuring their survival. That was the Eren Floch wanted. That was the Eren Paradis needed. But ever since Aurora had come into the picture, something had changed. Floch saw it in the way Eren’s eyes softened when he looked at her, the way his voice lost its edge when he spoke to her. He saw it in the way Eren hesitated, as if torn between the cold, ruthless path he had chosen and the life he secretly wanted with her.

“Lovey-dovey husband,” Floch sneered under his breath. “It’s pathetic.”

The world didn’t need a sentimental Eren. It needed the Devil. A man consumed by rage and willing to sacrifice everything for the cause. Floch was certain of this. And if Aurora’s death was the catalyst to bring that Eren back, then so be it.

His ODM gear hissed as he shot another anchor into a nearby structure, his movements smooth and calculated. There were no witnesses. That thought repeated in his mind like a mantra. Everyone was too preoccupied with the titans, their focus diverted by the immediate threat. No one had seen him leave Aurora behind. No one would know.

The image of Eren’s reaction briefly entered his mind. He would grieve, of course. He might even break down at first. But Floch believed in Eren’s strength, in his ability to channel that grief into fury. He would use it. He would finally let go of whatever shred of humanity Aurora had kept alive in him. He would embrace the darkness fully.

Floch smirked to himself, a twisted satisfaction settling over him. “This is for the greater good,” he muttered. “She was only holding him back.”

The screams from the battlefield grew fainter as he continued to ascend, putting more distance between himself and the chaos below. His heartbeat began to steady, the adrenaline from the decision slowly ebbing away.

Still, a flicker of unease crept into the back of his mind. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there. Had he done the right thing? He shook his head, forcing the thought away. There was no room for doubt. Aurora’s death would serve a purpose. It would make Eren stronger. It would make Paradis stronger.

Floch tightened his grip on the handles of his gear, his smirk returning. “Eren will understand,” he whispered. “He’ll thank me for this.”

And with that, he soared higher into the chaos, disappearing into the smoke and carnage, leaving Aurora and the boy behind to their fate.

…

Nearby, Reiner Braun, in his Armored Titan form, had just been thrown back by the explosion of a cluster of thunderspears. His massive body skidded across the ground, carving trenches into the earth before finally coming to a halt near the wreckage of a building.

For a moment, Reiner didn’t move. His mind swirled with hopelessness, his body screaming in pain. He could feel the exhaustion creeping in, not just physically but emotionally. What was the point anymore? He and Pieck had thought they were rescuing their people, but all they had done was lead them to their deaths. Hundreds of Eldians transformed into pure titans. His mother… Pieck’s father… gone, consumed by Zeke’s treachery.

Reiner’s heart felt heavy with guilt, a familiar weight that threatened to crush him entirely. He had failed everyone, just as he always had. Memories of his life played in his mind, each one more painful than the last—betraying his comrades, watching his loved ones suffer, the atrocities he committed in the name of duty. He couldn’t do anything right. Maybe it was time to stop trying.

He lay there, his armored frame battered and broken, as titans moved in the distance. Reiner considered simply letting one of them get him. Just let it end here. He’d earned it. He had no fight left in him. If this was how he would go, maybe it was for the best.

But then, piercing through the chaos, he heard it—a child’s cry, sharp and desperate, cutting through his despair like a blade.

The sound jolted him. A child? The cry was faint, but it triggered something deep within him, stirring the memories of Gabi and Falco. His cousin’s determined face, Falco’s innocent hope, their unwavering belief in him despite everything he had done… They were back in Marley, far from this hell, but the thought of them was enough to ignite a small ember of determination in Reiner’s chest. He couldn’t let himself give up. Not while there were still people he could save.

Forcing himself to his feet, Reiner scanned the battlefield, following the sound of the child’s cries. He fought through a small cluster of pure titans, slamming one to the ground and kicking another aside. The screams grew louder as he drew closer, and then he saw them.

A pregnant woman holding a small boy. She was huddled against a wall, her body trembling as she tried to shield the child in her arms. Her platinum hair caught his attention and he immediately recognized who it belonged to — Aurora Jaeger.

Reiner froze for a moment. Eren’s wife? And she was pregnant? Amidst the chaos of war and death, this revelation stunned him. He couldn’t fathom how Eren, of all people, had found the time to start a family. In this hellish world, how had Aurora dared to hope for a future?

His thoughts were interrupted as one of the pure titans reached for her. Aurora’s face twisted in terror, her scream ripping through the air as she clutched the child tighter. Reiner acted without hesitation, charging forward and tackling the titan with all his strength. The ground shook as they crashed into the earth, Reiner snapping the titan’s neck in the process. The limp body of the titan fell still, and Reiner quickly turned his attention back to Aurora.

Her wide, tear-filled eyes met his, her face pale with fear. She looked at him as if she couldn’t believe she was still alive. Reiner could see the disbelief and confusion written all over her features as she stared at the Armored Titan. She likely didn’t understand why he had just saved her.

Reiner knelt down, his massive form looming over her. He extended his large titan hand toward her, but Aurora’s terror only grew. She screamed again, clutching the child tightly as the titan’s fingers closed around them. Her screams echoed in the air as Reiner carefully lifted her and the boy from the ground.

Her cries faltered as she realized she wasn’t being crushed. Reiner wasn’t attacking her; he was shielding her. Her breathing was ragged, and she clung to the child, her heart pounding in her chest. She still didn’t trust him, and why would she? Reiner was one of the Warriors who had caused so much suffering on Paradis. Yet here he was, saving her.

Reiner’s titan eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for a place to get them to safety. His mind raced. He couldn’t speak to reassure her, couldn’t explain why he was doing this. All he could do was act. He cradled her carefully, ensuring the child wasn’t jostled or harmed, and began moving away from the thick of the fighting.

Aurora was trembling, her mind racing with questions. Why would Reiner save her? Was this some kind of trick? Or was he really protecting her? She looked down at the boy in her arms, his small face streaked with tears, and her heart ached. Whatever Reiner’s motives, she was grateful he had saved them—for now.

Reiner pushed forward, his armored body shielding them from the chaos around them. He wasn’t a good man, he knew that. He had done things that haunted him every waking moment. But even a man like him couldn’t stand by and let a pregnant woman and a child die. Whatever else he was, he wasn’t that much of a monster.

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canon-gabriel-quotes · 1 year ago

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one one time my friend had a dream about the bomb gianni plush playing a trombone better then them. he was really upset about it in the morning

Thank you for being the only normal anon of the night <3

How did your friend lose to a plush with no arms though. Skill issue tbh

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boygirlctommy · 6 months ago

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i love the bit from oct 17 2020 when tommy and quackity trapped wilbur in a cobblestone box to keep him from pressing the button... wilbur punching through the blocks with his bare hand to try to get to the button... tommy frantically replacing the block in front of him yelling for quackity to do something... the moment when tommy stops, blocks the exit, and tells wilbur to do it. press the button. but then theyd die with him. quackitys like "wait, wait-" but tommy holds his ground and wilbur. ohh wilbur. "why'd you have to make it so hard?"

#my post #this is just me rambling sorry i love that stream ive watched it sososossoooo many times from all 3 povs #AND AFTER TOMMY AND QUACKITY LEAVE....#wilbur replaces the button. i just need to know that its there.#and he goes on and on about how hes such a showman. how he shouldve just pressed it when he was alone.#but he just NEEDED someone to see him he needed someone to bear witness. guh #shaking. shaking. shaking. tommy put so much trust in him in that moment. he looked at him and said i know you want to hurt yourself but yo #wouldnt hurt me. and is he right to believe that? is he? maybe back in lmanberg maybe back during 'your life is worth more than the #revolution' but in pogtopia?? during 'wilbur wanted to be treated poorly so he treated others poorly'? it was a gamble for sure #and i mean as time went on tommy realized that. that as much as he cared about wilbur he couldnt trust him all the way.#but either way. in that moment i think tommy was sure that wilbur wouldnt press it if he realized that tommyd be killed as well.#that even though at this point people were saying wilbur was crazy. that hed lost it. that even if he didnt get it he knew something was #different about wilbur now. in that moment he bet everything on if there was anything of his brother left he wouldnt hurt him.#fucking. collapses onto the floor #disclaimer if anyone actually reads this far im not trying to slander pogbur in 2024 by calling him crazy thats just how like. every single #other character saw him.#anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk

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sidesteppostinghours · 2 months ago

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I need to stop finishing fics when i have to sleep. but anway. heres 1.3k words of f!chentega, plus a bit of unnamed sidestep for funsies.

Chen is cutting Ortega's hair.

They've both settled into her living room, a bottle of beer set on the table. She's buzzed, not drunk, just enough alcohol in her system to get the words flowing easier. Chen, ever responsible, hasn't touched a drop. He focuses on cutting and brushing, mechanical hands careful not to get the comb tangled in her wavy hair. Julia, meanwhile, is talking, but about what, she couldn't tell you. Half of her thoughts are elsewhere, eyes closed as she lets Chen work.

Cutting Ortega's hair has become their own little ritual. Every few months or so, whenever her hair became long enough to bother her, she would call Wei over to cut it down to length. Sometimes she returns the favour, though that mostly entails grabbing a razor and shaving until it was completely cropped. Not like this, where skills actually mattered to make the results look good.

It was suggested to her, uncharacteristically, by Chen. About a year or so after she first cut her hair, she was lamenting to him about how she missed having short hair. She was just talking– she didn't expect him to take it seriously, but about ten minutes into her rant he had looked up from where he was typing on his computer and asked, "Do you want me to cut it?"

She had given him a look. "You can do that?"

He shrugged. "I know some styles. I can make it look decent, at least."

"Are you sure?" she'd asked, still skeptical. Not that she wouldn't be grateful, but-

"You don't have to deal with the stylists anymore," he pointed out, and that had been that. She found out later on that he learned how to cut hair from his siblings. He would mostly do it on his brothers, though sometimes his sisters too, when the money was tight or his family didn't feel like heading to the stylist.

It's nice, sitting here and talking to him like nothing else matters. A moment of reprieve to catch their breath in the pressure bomb that is their lives. Julia cracks a joke, and Chen huffs in amusement, though he doesn't stop cutting. She takes another pull from her bottle.

Maybe one day she'll ask the questions she's been meaning to. They still haven't talked about whatever this is. Neither Chen nor Ortega are good with their words, and there isn't much that isn't already said by the pocket moments they spend watching eachother navigate the world. The look in other people's eyes when somebody calls Wei "he". The way the stylists purse their lips whenever Julia walks into the studio. The understanding was unspoken but mutual, though Ortega could never place what. Chen might be able to, but until she decides to ask, she wouldn't know.

She will. Someday. Just not today, sitting in front of her TV, talking about God-knows-what and content to let him work till he finally steps away.

"Finished."

She opens her eyes, not bothering to look at herself in the mirror though its propped up on the table next to the beer. They've done this enough times already that she knows it will look good. Instead, she watches as Chen puts everything away, combs, clippers, the works. She nabs the scissors from the table, spinning it on her finger. When he goes to grab them and finds nothing, he looks up and sighs, the corner of his lip twitching at her antics.

"Julia, you're going to stab someone's eye out."

"Hey, I can dodge scissors," she insists, looking at him innocently. "Can you, Marshal?"

His face is caught halfway between exasparated and unimpressed. She chuckles and acquiesces, handing the scissors for him to pack into his bag.

It's not often nowadays that Julia gets to spend time with Wei outside of the Rangers. He was always busy as the Marshal dealing with the mess she left behind, and when she wasn't busy at the HQ or fighting villains, she was twelve balls of yarn deep into her own investigations. The quiet moments were rare enough that it feels precious to watch him like this, walls down, for once without the furrow in his brow as he worked. It makes him look softer.

It makes him look handsome.

"Hey, Wei?"

He turns to face her, still holding the scissors. "Yes?"

Julia could be completely wrong about everything, of course. He could recoil the minute she cups his face, or push her away as she pulls him in. He could, but he doesn't, and his lips are warm when they meet hers. His breath tastes better than she thought. She doesn't know why she would think otherwise– Julia was the one drinking beer the whole time. She traces her thumb over one of the scars on his cheek, rough yet soft, and a part of her wonders what it would be like to run her tongue over it.

It's a beat or two before anything happens, long enough that she worries she really did misjudge. Then, ever so slowly, Chen settles a hand on her face, careful, almost afraid. Not even touching the hair he spent the past thirty minutes working on. His hand moves from her cheek down to her chin, gently tilting her head upwards to make it easier from where he's standing. Julia wraps a hand around his neck and brings him down lower, and he obliges like putty. No trace of the hard edges she'd come to see as his staple, just a tenderness she never remembers seeing in him before.

It's harder to break the kiss than she would like. Wei doesn't resist. He's still holding the scissors. She half expected him to have dropped it, but instead he's gripping them tight enough that she wonders if they'll break.

"Julia?" Brittle. Out of breath. Still looking at her lips at first, but then his eyes flit to the side of her face, and with a breath that's not quite a huff, he tucks a stray strand of hair she hadn't even noticed behind her ear.

"Thank you," she whispers, barely loud enough to be heard in the silence of her apartment. For being her friend. For being the only goddamn woman left in Los Diablos that really got her. For caring enough to keep her hair out of her face.

She says none of this. She just turns back around, not looking to see Chen's face as she takes another pull from her bottle.

———

"I think Chen has a crush on you."

"Oh." She stops, looking at you with an expression you can't quite interpret. "You do." The words are careful, hesitant. It's not a question, but it's not not one either.

"I do," you say, frowning at her reaction. It's not the explosive confusion you were expecting, more a quiet "oh, shit" moment as the ball drops. She hasn't even raised her voice yet. "I'm pretty sure he has for a while."

"Did he...tell you that?"

"Not in so many words, but he has his tells."

"He does," she mutters, running a hand through her hair. There's a sigh punctuated by a string of quiet curses.

"Did you already know?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at her. She didn't react the way you thought she would. Did she pick up on it? Has she just been ignoring it the entire time?

"In a way," she admits, looking away to the coffee machine like she wants to make herself another cup.

"Why haven't you done anything about it?" Knowing Ortega, she should've ambushed Chen the moment she suspected that was the case.

"It's complicated." She shakes her head, dispelling whatever thundercloud was brewing behind her static shielded mind, then turns back to you with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll talk to him. In the meantime, you can tell me why you're here?"

You can't help but frown. She's taking this too well for something to not be going on, but from the look in her eyes, you're not getting any answers right now.

You'll find the time to pry one of them about it. Later. It's not a secret those two can keep away from you forever.

#chen #ortega #fhr #pulp writes #genderbent fhr au #im not actually sure about the way i handled this fic but alas #the perils of trying to write something while sleep deprived #btw i need yall to know #while i think f!chen might now how to cut hair i do Not fucking trust m!chen with anything related to hair. get that man the fuck away from-#-anything that isnt a razor #i also dont know how i feel about the way i wrote ortega and chen #again. perils of constantly writing fic at like 1am #this was mostly to get my thoughts down but. guys. guys. i can make them Exes #its so hard to write somebody with (almost definitely) adhd because i method act to write and then /i/ get distracted by their thought-#-process. do you know how many paragraphs from ortega povs ive had to scrap because they kept going off the rails #because i was basically going stream of consciousness whatever came up and i was fighting for my life to keep them Contained #its so so bad.#anyway its 2am and i have to get up for a tour at 8. goodnight tumblr

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago

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Morning! I'm here to harass you. 🤭

Hangover status?

And how vivid is the memory of stream? 🤣

GOOD MORNING STARS you could never harass me 😤

and LIKE I SAID DURING STREAM i never get hangovers !!!!!!! ive also been awake since like. 4AM so even if i did get one i'd prob be fine by now LOL

and trust. i remember. Everything from stream.

#snap chats #IVE ALSO BEEN DYING LOOKING AT THE FUCKIN BJ CHAT (OUT OF CONTEXT STATEMENT)#WDYM YOU LOT ARE MAING A COPMILATIONLJLERVEJLKVEJ im thoroughly obsessed witht he art too.. i have saved all of it </3 #im thinking back on stream and thinking of how many more times i cuodlve roasted kayla tbh 😔#DEELGATING KAYLA TO KUME IS WILD THO i was thinkin ichi the whole time. tbh. aoki bullies ichi during streams real #also have a dumb doodle idea from it... lol... but ill do that durin drawing stream uhhhhh tuesday?#kayla and i were talking about it beforehand. or WHEN te fuck ever but yeah moving on #its how i remembered i needed to clean my suit a bit cause there was still sake stains on it FUCK #its fine now. trust. i take care of my suits like theyre my children <- dont spill alcohol on your children ?????#but yeah no im telling you alcohol is so weird to me becase i never forget anything and im Cognizant and always aware of what im doing #but yk. i do be a lil loopy 🥴 a 15 on the scale even 🥴 free rights to be stupid while only feeling KINDA bad about it #so funny how we were talking bout when id wear the masato outfit and i was like 'oh god prob not Ever if its with kayla'#and now we're doing it. part two. tonight LOL #you guys wanna see my shitty attempt at beard make up cause Highly Considering It

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bitchthefuck1 · 2 years ago

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How long does a show have to be bad before y'all stop saying we "just need to give it time" and accept that it sucks? Serious question

#like. after the first season erased Inej's trauma and established the characters in ways that completely fucked up the trajectory of their #arcs you couldn't scroll more than 2 seconds without seeing someone chastizing any naysayer with 'im sure they'll include/fix/make that #work in the next season stop complaining its not fair to judge it'. and now that season 2 is out and Inej's trauma was ignored even more #than before and they've shuffled all the plot beats and character moments in ways that rob them of their impact and make half of them v #virtually meaningless because they haven't been built to i STILL see people mocking and chastizing anyone who speaks against it with #'oh my gosh just give them time to tell the story they clearly changed things for a reason and obviously they must have a very good idea #that they just haven't gotten to yet and if you stop complaining and stream the show nonstop we'll get season 3/the spinoff and itll be #so great' and like. where is your faith coming from? what have they done that makes you think they're good at this? why do you trust them?#how long does something have to consistently suck before you accept that it sucks?#when are you finally 'allowed' to point out that just isnt very good? how many seasons need pass before you can pass judgement?#shadow and bone

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randum-famdoms · 1 month ago

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Prev’s tags are too interesting to lose

Also it’s not just tv; it’s movies too I think. Live action American sci-fi/action movies to be specific. I can only think of a couple made since streaming got big that I felt like I actually knew who the characters were, and liked them, and felt like they actually cared about each other. Other genres have this problem too (comedy comes to mind), but none so extreme as in action and sci-fi. Feels like lately it’s all just rewrites of the same script but with different set dressing and they forget that you also have to have characters, not just a half a concept and a tired plot with cgi sprinkles.

I know the characters’ names and maybe a motive if I’m lucky and that’s it. Then one of em dies or is kidnapped or whatever and the other characters are so heartbroken and like… did they even know each other? Cause they met like a day ago and haven’t had a single conversation longer than a couple minutes, and they only talked about Plot Things.

There are some standouts obviously, The Equaliser series comes to mind, but it’s the exception, not the norm

I don't know what those '90s sci Fi TV writers were putting in their shows but I wish they'd start doing it again

#I don’t really watch a ton of tv #but I rewatch shows A LOT #mainly ones from the 2000’s and 2010’s #ATLA and The Librarians are my favs but I also rewatch Castle and the Ziva seasons of NCIS a lot #and the latter two tend not to have filler episodes per day but they do have eps that focus more on the B-plots compared to usual #but like…. I’ve *tried* to get into more modern shows #trust me I TRIED #but they’re just so fucking serious about everything #it makes it hard to like any of the characters #like okay but when are you gonna tell me about yourself #oh nooo they have a tragic backstory and/or a job #cool but what do you do for fun? what Str your hobbies? what are you like when the world isn’t ending?#and for the love of GOD just fucking talk to someone about something that isn’t plotty #character A will be kidnapped and character B reacts like someone killed a dog in front of them #and I’m sitting there like ‘since when are you friends????’#I think that anime does a better job at capturing what used to make tv fun and good and enjoyable #while still having more variety in length #for example: Sk8 the infinity is short enough to watch in one sitting and still get groceries the same day #toilet bound hanako kun is a bit longer but still short #my hero academia is long #one piece is scary and probably a bigger file size than most video games in its entirety #the first two examples are also things I rewatch constantly (BNHA used to be but lately I’ve been not as obsessed)#and I’d like to say that movies aren’t exempt from this problem either #one could argue that the length makes it hard to flesh out relationships while still having a strong plot and I’d like to raise you:#animation.#some examples of movies that make me believe these people are friends:#rise of the guardians; SpiderMan: spiderverse (both movies); all the how to train your dragon movies; and more #but I’d be hard pressed to list many live action American movies off the top of my head; especially any made after streaming got popular #like yes there are a lot but compared to the vast number of movies being made?#especially action and sci-fi movies

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liloinkoink · 3 months ago

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do you wanna try your luck at the wild life session 5 trivia questions?

well now you can! i gathered all the questions we came up with into a pair of google forms so that you guys can try your hand at the same trivia questions the CCs did!

quizmaster's questions from session 5

we tried to have a good amount of questions for every player and season. we also tried to include only questions we thought at least one person would remember the answer to, especially things we'd seen them bring up recently in their own videos or streams, or big moments that would appear in fanart/animatics that we thought they'd be more likely to remember from seeing in those. we also aimed to include silly questions/answers, or questions/answers we thought people would find entertaining. we wanted players to be able to go to each other and ask each other for help on questions they didnt know the answer to!

but wait! there's more! we also have a form for all the questions which didn't make the cut!

rejected questions

the rejected questions didn't make it due to either being too difficult/niche or being something we did not think any creators would remember, being about a player we already had too many questions for in order to make room for questions about other players, being "stat" or number questions (i.e., "how many times did X die of Y cause?"), having too many names involved in the question or answer (making it hard for players to know who to ask for help), the questions just being wordy, or not being particularly entertaining. fair warning, the rejected questions also were not all fact checked as well as the actual episode questions were, as they didn't go into the actual session

originally our questions were a bit more difficult (we had a lot of questions we didn't necessarily think anyone would remember the answer to), but we were asked to tone it down and have mercy after the unexpectedly high amount of snail carnage (hence why the forms are jokingly names "easy version" and "hard version")

anyway, huge thanks to the rest of the trivia team, @cherrifire, @xmaruu11, @hopepetal, @applestruda, @ink-ghoul, and @cocoabats !!! working with all of you was super fun! and thanks so much to Grian for trusting us with this! this whole thing was a super cool experience and i'm thrilled with how much everyone likes the questions!

#wild life #wild life smp #trafficblr #if any of the questions are broken let me know #we tested it a few times but just to be sure #life series #life series smp #third life #last life #double life #limited life #secret life #trivia trivia #top hits #posts that make my notes unusable

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choslut · 5 months ago

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.

↻ there’s nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.

tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one’s a lil late, i’ve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just can’t keep up 😞 you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

it’s been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, it’s all he can fucking think about.

it’s all you can think about too, given the fact that he’s fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust.

it’s repetitive. it’s addicting.

“hah- kento, can’t take no more…” your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. “ ‘s too much, ken, please–“

nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. “g’na have to, sweetheart. this one’s gotta take.”

he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that… and fuck, you can’t keep up with how many times he’s said it because he’s been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind.

he’s gonna give you kids. he’s gonna make you a mommy, and you’re gonna raise his kids with him as his wife.

it’s all he’s ever wanted. it’s all he’s ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really can’t stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra.

“g’na give you my kids baby…” he’s rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. “gonna make my girl a mommy. you’re gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?”

he’s brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more.

nanami is fucking sick of it. he’s sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, you’ve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure.

well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and there’s only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes.

“kento–“ you seemingly haven’t gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. “this one’s gonna take, promise.”

“i can’t be sure of that,” he states matter-of-factly. “although your tracker says you’re ovulating, we can’t just trust that once or twice will be enough.” is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though he’s already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over.

you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. you’re borderline intoxicating, and that’s why nanami can’t stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out.

“look at me, angel. i wanna see you.” you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. “you’re gonna be such a pretty momma.”

your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanami’s name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts.

“kentooo…”

“i know, baby, i know.” the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full.

you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight he’s met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. “oh, angel…”

copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanami’s goal is still clear as day.

he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream.

“can’t waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?” when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement.

“can’t wait to see my girl become a mommy.”

PREVIOUS : THE COLOUR RED ft. yae miko NEXT : BLACKOUT ft. tartaglia

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mothman-etd · 5 months ago

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I have talked a few times about Psychological Operations or psyops on here, but I would like to point out a real world example of a PO Operation that was found out recently by the Department of Justice.

Before that though, If you would like to read more about the actual position of a PO soldier, you can look no further then the PO benefits page on the US Army special operations recruitment website (https://www.goarmysof.army.mil/PO/).

Personally I feel like many people still believe psyops to be some kind of conspiracy theory instead of a fairly standard military division in almost all modern militaries, anyways onto the example.

The US Department of Justice is going after (indicting) two RT (Russian state media) employees for committing fraud and violating the Foreign Agents Registration Act.

Basically they created a front "media" company in Tennessee, translated russian propaganda videos into english, then paid right-wing influencers to promote (reblog/retweet/talk about on streams) said videos.

Three of the named influencers that I could find were Tim Pool, Dave Rubin and Benny Johnson.

I honestly have no idea who these three are, but supposedly their platforms have millions of followers. Also, some of these influencers were paid up too $100,000 a week to promote their videos and messaging.

So to summarize, Russia setup a fake company to pay American influencers to repeat their lies so that their followers would interpret those lies as legitimate since their were coming from a source they trust.

When people talk about election interference this is what we are talking about.

$100K a week is insane money for most, I am sure many people would be hard pressed to not sell their soul for that much money. Many of the videos from this media company were lies about the Ukraine war, and looking into Tim Pool it seems he also has a very anti-Ukraine stance (Audio from one of this podcasts https://v.redd.it/41xgvuri0vmd1/DASH_AUDIO_128.mp4)

I generally do not talk about my job on here, but corporations used to pay me to run seminars to help train their employees on spotting these types of attacks--mainly targeted psyops attacks from nation states to hack into their company via end user interaction.

Or in layman's terms, to help companies protect themselves from Russian Ransomware Thieves and Chinese Intellectual Property/Information collectors. Both of these being extensions of the Psychological Operations military divisions of each country.

I am really not sure how to end this post other than I am just trying to show people how real it is that the militaries of the world are spending obscene amounts of money in trying to influence your opinions and day to day life via your internet consumption.

Surf responsibility, be very wary of anyone telling you not to vote and don't believe everything you see/hear on TikTok/youtube/twitter/Insta etc etc

#US election interference #us politics #American politics #if you think your vote does not matter you have been influenced by propaganda #us elections #psyops

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callmecoke · 3 months ago

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sugar baby headcanons!

CW: Mention of sex work, This is sfw generally but still deals with adult topics so proceed with caution.

Tf141 x reader

What you’ve realised about your favourite mystery account is that A) it's run by multiple people, and B) At least one of them is called Price.

You can’t exactly pinpoint who the rest are or how many, but you’ve managed to identify a few common themes when interacting with the account.

First, you know who Price is, and you can almost always tell it's him when he’s interacting with you. He’s the one you go to first regarding bills and fees you physically can’t pay. Within seconds, he transfers you the money and never lets you thank him for any of it. He also does his weekly check-ins to make sure everything is good. “Have you eaten?” “How’d you sleep?” “Did you take your meds last night?” That kind of thing. He’s also the one who calls you ‘Dolly’, a nickname he reserved for you.

But you're also pretty sure this other guy (Simon) lurks in the chat when you’re streaming. He won’t ask questions; he just sends you random tips throughout the stream while he watches silently. He’s not as talkative as Price or the others, and that’s kind of how you know it's him. But you’ve realised that just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he doesn't want to talk. It’s quite the opposite. He enjoys hearing you talk about your life and day and silently rewards you. When you DM him, you even get a little conversation. Nothing more than money and a “Nice”, but still conversation nonetheless.

You know one other fellow spends most of his time in the livestreams and not in your DMs (Gaz). He’s the one who engages with you in conversation the most, asking endless questions about your life. And he always comes back on the next live stream, remembering everything you said in the last. He’ll want the update on that project you were working on for school or if that job interview went as well as you both had hoped. If you weren’t Live to complete strangers, you’d probably open up to him about stuff you’ve never told anyone.

Now…One more person shows up now and again, mainly in your DMs. Part of the service for the website is that people can pay you to take a selfie and give it to them. They can be dirty or completely innocent; it all depends on what you’re advertising. There’s this one person who rather frequently asks for pictures of you, especially those with you smiling. You know it’s a different guy from the others you’ve spotted because he’s the only one who's outright flirtatious with you. Initially, you were wary. A man spending a lot of money on pictures of your face and upper body just screams trouble. But you grew to trust the account, so when you sent them the image, you were surprised by how quickly he showered you with praise.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’ll give a strong man a heart attack walking around that gorgous.”

“Makes me wonder how cute you look in person.” “I’m surprised no ones come along and snatched you up all ready. Can’t complain though. Means I get more of you to myself.”

You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a slight blush on your cheeks after reading his responses.

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ichatake · 8 months ago

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Uchihas reacting to “I hate you”s

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Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha

Warning: slight angst, nothing else.

Obito Uchiha (Villain)

✧ “I hate you,” he stood there, his expression unwavering as your voice seethed with anger. Your voice could cut through thick glass as you shouted at him, but he felt nothing whatsoever. Even as your eyes bore into him, filled with a hatred so intense it could burn a hole through his soul, it wasn’t directed towards him. No, not ever. Yet despite the venom in your words, he didn’t flinch. Instead he listened intently, his expression indifferent. “That’s okay,” he responded, his voice devoid of any apparent emotion. In any other scenario, he would’ve crumpled under the weight of your vitriol, weeping and pleading for an explanation as to why you might hate him. But not now, because he already knew why.

✧ He knew how you mourned him for years, believing him dead and gone, only to find out the hard way the reality. He knew you visited his grave, and wished that you were in his position. He knew that your trust—your perspective of reality had been shattered the very moment his mask fell from his face. With a heavy heart, he continued “I would too,” his gaze never left yours, watching as tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. It had been years since he’d seen you this close, yet you looked young and pretty. The prettiest he’s ever seen you, even with tears glistening on your pretty face.

✧ “I hate you so much,” your voice cracked with pain and resentment as you spoke to him. Your Obito. The revelation that he was still alive, but causing so much pain and suffering shattered your world, leaving you emotionally fractured. “Why? Why do all of this? Why hurt so many?” You ask, searching his face for remorse but finding none, “Because this world is broken,” he answers steadily, his voice awfully gentle to you. “You have nothing in this reality,” his arms open, showing you the distress and chaos that is currently occurring around you. He wanted you to see how your comrades laid lifeless—to make you understand that you lost your friends, your family, your ‘happy ending’. “ Let this happen, and you will be forever happy,” he pauses briefly, searching for the right words to say. He chose his words carefully, locking eyes with you, “With me. With a better version of me. One that will keep you happy for the rest of your life,” Despite your heart-wrenching cries, he did nothing to stop this war. As you wept before him, he knew your pain would be temporary. He knew that once his plan took action—the infinite Tsukuyomi—you would find happiness. Even if you hate him now, he reassured himself, you wouldn’t think the same after his plan was completed.

Obito Uchiha (Shinobi)

✧ Obito, a strong and beloved jonin from the Leaf village, stood there, his chest tightening at the words that just came out of your mouth. His expression shifted as his mind struggled to comprehend what you had said. Suddenly, without a second thought, his words slipped through his lips as he tried to make sense of what you told him, “What… did you say?” he asked carefully, his eyes frantically darting over your face as if searching for an answer. You met his gaze, repeating your words with unwavering conviction, “I said, I hate you,”

✧ As you repeat yourself, Obito’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach, his throat constricting as it became harder to breathe. He could handle any other response, any other thing you could have said, but hearing your harsh words was almost too much for him. “Why? What did I do? I don’t understand,” he manages to ask in desperation, trying his best to move closer to you. His heart clenched and turned inside his chest, and he boiled with fear. He loves you! He loves you to the moon and back! Why would you say that you hate him when he eats, sleeps, and breathes for you? You were his everything, so how could you hate him when he loved you so dearly?

✧ “Because you never notice how much I try for you. You’re always looking for Rin’s approval, and what about me? I’m left in the dark with nothing. I’m done with you. I’m done with trying to make you realize I’ve been in love with you for years,” you pour your heart out to him, desperate and hurt, and that’s when he realizes what this was about. Though his heart slightly fluttered at your revelation, he still felt awful for the way you were feeling all this time. The tingling sensation in the back of his mind kept bothering him as he examined every inch of your expression. “That’s… why?” He asks with a drop of his shoulder, sighing in pure relief at your confession, which only fueled the burning anger inside you. “I thought it was for something else I might’ve done… (Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I’m in love with you,” his confession caught you in surprise, his voice revealing his true feelings with no hesitation. What once was nervousness and anxiety had now been replaced with determination as he yearned to seek for a solution. It was true, he was deeply in love with you, but people still thought he had something for Rin when he didn’t. However, he did hide the fact that he liked you out of fear of another rejection. With Rin, he handled it well, but with you? He wouldn’t be able to take it. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel horrible. I’m sorry I never noticed, and I’m sorry I hid it from you for so long. I love you, over anything there is in this world. The only thing I want is you, always and forever you,”

Madara Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” your words felt like a slap to the face, making Madara turn around to face you swiftly. Although his face was deemed expressionless, his body tensed and tightened the more he processed your words. He had obviously been taken aback by your audacity to say such things, but he tried his best to hide his discomfort. With arms crossed over his chest, he scoffed and parted his lips, ready to give you a piece of his mind. “Get over it, woman,” he snarls at you with authority, and slight annoyance. You, his wife, should never say that to him. He’s given you everything; a home, a family, and more importantly, love. “You are acting like a child over something that should have never pestered you in the first place,” although your words had not hit him hard when you first spat them, they started to annoy him the more they set in, “If you hate me, why even decide to say yes when I proposed? If you are going to bother me with such nonsense, I will not bother with you,”

✧ His words were meant to hurt you as much as you hurt him, and when he notices the pain in your eyes, he’s satisfied… until he’s not. Until that annoying tingling feeling lingers under his skin as he watches your eyes brim with tears. The tingling feeling that pulled on the tendons of his heart any time you cried was crawling under every inch of his body. “Oh please, do not start with the tears,” he groaned in annoyance, but the salty tears were already streaming down your puffy cheeks. Despite this, he didn’t move an inch to comfort you, but watched you as you cried for a couple of minutes until he released an exasperated sigh. “Why? Why do you care so much for those people when all they have done is hurt you?” He asks with irritation, referring to your clan members who’ve hurt you in the past. He has said something out of line, and you argued with him about it, which ended you two up here.

✧ “Because we should be better people than them. Violence should never be the answer,” you sniffle with clenched fist, “But that is something you seem to never stop thinking about,” you admit, trying to hold in your tears. You didn’t want to keep crying like this in front of him. You wanted to be strong, “And if you think I am such a burden, then why keep this ring on my finger—,” you were surprised when his fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you from taking off the ring he had gifted you the night he proposed, “Because I know who I married. The same nagging woman I am with now, is the same nagging woman I fell in love with. If I had any regrets of marrying you, you would be back in your clan,” he scoffs and pulls your head to his chest with an annoyed expression “I love you, you stupid woman,” to any other person, your relationship might’ve seemed strange, but to you, this moment showed you just how much he truly loved you. Even if he has weird ways of showing it.

Shisui Uchiha

✧ Wait, he didn’t quite hear you well. Wait, what did you say? He turned towards you with a raised brow, his mouth slightly parted as he tried to figure out if you had said what he thought you said. Noticing his lost expression, you had no choice but to repeat yourself, much to your annoyance “I hate you,” this time, he did hear you. Loud and clear. To him, it felt like he took hours to respond to you, but in reality, his answer left his mouth almost immediately, “No you don’t,” It wasn’t meant to be cocky, it just sounded like it was. At least, to you it sounded cocky, and it made you even angrier with him. It annoyed you that he never took you seriously, “Oh, so now you think you know how I feel, do you?” you spat at him, hands clenching into tight fists as your eyes locked intensely, “You never care about anything! You come home and sleep and don’t even have time for me. I know you have a hard job, and I don’t expect you to be there at my beck and call, but at least asking me how I am would be enough,” you stressed, waving your arms frantically around you in desperation. You had been like this all week, stressed and unable to talk to anyone, because the only person you could ever rant and banter about things that bothered you in life was barely there for you, and when he was, it was like he wasn’t! He would barely listen to you anymore, and would expect you to listen to him. And you did, you always did. But you wanted something in return, and that was a sliver of his attention.

✧ “You're telling me you hate me over something so little?” he asks with furrowed brows, making you even more annoyed, “Over something so little?” You repeated through gritted teeth. His face, for once, contorted into one of annoyance, something you had never seen on him before, “Yes! Little! Because you know how my line of work is! You know that I barely have time to sleep, let alone waste my time with useless banter!” You were left speechless, standing in front of him with hurt eyes. “Yeah, useless. You’re right. Because my feelings don’t matter,” you scoff, “That’s not what I—” you interrupt him by turning away, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as realization finally hits him. You weren’t trying to waste his time, you just wanted to spend time with him. He had been so lost in his work, so busy caring for himself that he completely neglected you.

✧ “Oh darling,” he takes your hand again, a frown painting his face, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I’m just stressed out. Everything's happening so fast, and the clan isn’t helping at all.” he sighs and pulls you in towards him, engulfing you in his tight embrace, yet you didn’t say anything, “I know I’ve been neglecting you, and you deserve better. Please, let me make it up to you,” he whispers into you hair as he lowers down to kiss your head, “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t have you by my side,”

Itachi Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” you mumble under your breath as you look at your lover. No, he wasn’t your lover anymore. He had left the village years ago, leaving you behind with a broken heart and a broken image of him. He was a monster who murdered his entire clan, and even though he had left years ago, he still looked the same as when he was still in the village, with only one difference. Those eyes. Those red eyes that stared deep into your soul. They terrified you. The eyes that you once loved and cared about so much looked down at you with no emotion. They were empty. They were dark. They were hurt. “I hate you, for everything that you did,” you pushed him, backing away from him with angry eyes. His cloak told you everything you needed to know. He was part of the Akatsuki, he was the enemy now. He was a traitor, and although your words were meant to hurt him, he closed his eyes and nodded, understanding your hatred towards him. “I understand,” he says in such a soft voice. His voice that you missed so much.

✧ You didn’t understand why he came to visit you. Why come in the middle of the night to see you? Why? Why waste his breath coming back to see you when he knew you wanted nothing to do with him? Because this would be his final goodbye. There were only a handful of people Itachi cared for—Two, to be exact. His brother, and the love of his life. He knew that soon he’d perish, and this was the final time he would ever see you again. Not that it mattered. He tried not to think about it, thinking it would make things worse. It would be better if he never came to see you, but his heart got the best of him, and so he sat there at your window, looking at you for one final time.

✧ “You don’t,” you clench your fist, hurt by his mere presence, “I don’t want anything to do with you, and I will report you to the higher ups. Unless you came here to kill me, which I don’t doubt,” you were defenseless, but you wouldn’t go out without a fight. Never. You would fight until the very end, but soon you realized he wasn’t there to kill you. “I have no need for that,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “I came by my own selfishness. I don’t expect you to understand, and I accept your hatred, which I deserve,” he looks at you, red eyes burning into yours, “I simply wanted to see you for a final time,” he smiles and reaches out for you, pushing your hair out of your face, “My love,” and with that, your vision goes black as your consciousness slips away from you. You would wake up the next day tucked into your bed with a necklace tucked tightly in your hand.

Sasuke Uchiha

✧ Words never hurt this Uchiha, he was used to every awful thing anyone could throw at him. He cared too little about anything and everything, and that's what you hated the most about him. He barely cared about anything you did or said, at all times. He didn’t care how you looked because he never complimented you, he didn’t care how you acted because he barely spoke to you. You felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost, in fact, the comparison was not even close, because dating a ghost would be ten times better than this. And with every passing day of being emotionally neglected by your partner, today was no different. He was back in the village, and instead of coming to you first—to his home—he decided it was better to meet with Naruto and Sakura over seeing his wife who waited patiently everyday for him. You questioned if the ring on your finger meant anything to him at all at that moment. Despite this,

✧ When he got home, you were so happy, yet he showed no sign of interest in anything you did for him. You cooked and he ate, saying nothing about the taste of your new recipe. In fact, he seemed like he didn’t notice that you had learnt to cook a new dish just for him. Even so, you shrugged his annoying attitude off and asked about his day instead. Your question seemed to annoy the tired man as he became uninterested in mid conversation. When you asked him what was wrong, he shrugged you off. You kept questioning him until he snapped at you, telling you how you were annoying him with all your worries. This had been the final straw. You always gave everything in the relationship. You understood he wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, but it didn’t mean he could act like he didn’t care about you. Like you were nothing. The argument got heated and it ended up with you opening your mouth without thinking. “I hate you!” After your words fell out of your mouth, the room fell silent. He who had been looking away from you, had now turned his full attention towards you, “You don’t mean that, stop being dramatic,” the sight of him rolling his eyes hurt you more than it ever did. “You don’t care about anything, Sasuke. I do everything to try and please you. I could even say I live for you, but it’s never enough! You don’t take a sliver of your time to appreciate me. You think I have to be there for you whenever you need me, but can just leave whenever you want!” you yell, hitting the wall in frustration.

✧ “You don’t care about me! You don't love me anymore!” you were in a current state of pure anger, letting out everything you ever wanted to say to him. This makes him stand up and walk towards you, taking your wrist in his hand. You look up at him, tears of frustration prickling in the corner of your eyes. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t have married you. You mean a lot more to me than you think. I… I’m sorry if I don’t show it,” he sighs, “I love your cooking, I love your stories—I love hearing about everything that happened throughout your day. You’re the only thing I can think about when I’m away,” he lets go of your wrist and places a hand on your cheek, “Don’t hate me, because you’re the only important thing in my life. You’re my wife, and I…” he stops himself, trying to build the courage to complete his sentence. A small blush decorates his cheeks before he sighs, “I care for you a lot,” your husband wasn’t perfect, but you still loved him a lot, and you knew he loved you too.

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wild like the west

3.3k / pairing: cowboy!joel miller x cowgirl!reader

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summary: joel and his cowgirl warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), implied but unspecified age gap, joel is technically reader's boss (so power dynamic stuff), swearing, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, brat, etc.), unprotected p in v, pussy pronouns, asphyxiation kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, clean up on aisle reader's stomach, reader is described having hair but otherwise (I believe) reader is a blank slate, no use of y/n, barely edited A/N: I unfortunately have not stopped thinking about a game joel miller x yellowstone crossover, and I feel like he would like this to be his long, happy life. I also haven't written for joel since may which feels like a sin! sorry baby!

It doesn’t matter how many ass bruises you get, or the pain of repeated thrashes to your knees from getting bucked off; this unruly horse will bend its spirit to your will.

Half the job of purchasing new horses for the Miller Ridge Ranch is breaking them in like a pair of new shoes.

Any cowboy, or for you, cowgirl, knows that a horse can sense your personality and fear from a mile away. If you sprout fear, it won’t trust you to be the guide on its back. It’s a mutual thing to trust one another. It’s the trust Joel thrust upon you after loyally working at the ranch for a handful of years. Sure, you were young, but you had a good head on your shoulders.

He perches his cowboy boot on the low fence rail, teeth gnawing at a toothpick as he watches you with careful eyes. The morning dew settles over the long grass and tall trees, untouched by man, fostered by nature. With the sun clawing at the horizon, the land turns from a pale blue to a beaming orange glow. It’s beautiful here, peaceful. You imagine this is the life that Joel always wanted, craved. He’s not from around here, he’s got too much Southern twang to be from these northern Montana woods.

Life guided him up here and he never turned back.

You can feel the horse grow agitated under your haunches, whinnying with anxiety as it takes a few rough steps backward in the ground-up dirt.

“S’okay, boy, take it easy, easy,” you coo in a gentle voice that lets the horse breathe through its panic. You grip the colt’s mane at the very base of his neck, right by the horn of your saddle, gently scratching that sweet spot that seems to bring him some tranquility.

You’re the only one who seems to calm these beautiful boys.

“You got a habit of gettin’ in’ta trouble before it even knows to start lookin’ for ya.” Joel’s southern drawl rumbles deep from his chest, stepping into the training ring and crooking his first two fingers in your direction.

“I got it, Joel,” you say insistently, guiding the horse by a little squeeze of your boots to its belly in Joel’s direction.

“Know ya do.” Joel stops at the horse’s chest and pats its neck, large and calloused hand stroking down its coarse mane as he stares up at you, squinting from the morning sunlight.

His eyes are starkly brilliant in this light, typically a dark brown, now a glowy amber under the brim of his black cowboy hat. “You know that part of learnin’ how to be a cowboy is lettin’ them break in their own horse. Hop down.”

A sigh leaves your parted lips as you unhook one boot from the stirrups and throw yourself off. Taking the reigns, you walk with Joel back to the main fence.

“You’re too nice to ‘em. I hired you to be a bit more…” He pauses indefinitely, tilting his head.

“Ruthless. I know.” Your eyes connect, both hardened after years of this long life. One day of being a cowboy felt like a year at any other job.

The plan was plain and simple, a route you’d taken a hundred times with a crew that changed on and off for the past couple of years. The cattle were in need of fresh resources, lush grass to graze on, and streams of pristine crystal water. Up through the valley they’d go.

The cowboys and cowgirls were gathered on their horses, Joel sat atop his beautiful black mare, eyes piercing his crew even behind his tinted sunglasses. Any season besides summer in this state demanded thick, warm work wear. Joel adorned a chocolate brown Carhartt and thick denim jeans under old, worn-out brown chaps.

“I want Wyatt and Jack to take front, Bo and Sadie, swing, Jess and June on the flank, Tucker and Sammy on the drag. Wear your bandanas, it’s gonna get dusty back there,” your eyes flick up to a string of confused faces, “any questions?”

“Why do we have to go through the valley? We’d have to push hundreds of cows through open water,” Bo mutters, disdain for a woman making all these choices for him, perhaps.

“Yeah, n’I can’t swim. Never learned.” Another pipes in.

“Then you’re a goddamn idiot,” old man Wyatt gurgles up a chuckle. Wyatt has been a cowboy longer than you have been alive. He raised you up to be tough with a streak of kindness that could never be washed away. He gives you a tight nod of reassurance as you sigh weakly.

All this tomfoolery seems to be a bit much for Joel’s taste. “She’s takin’ questions about the plan, not your ‘pinions on it. I tell her what to do, she tells ya’ll what to do. You question her, you question me. So do as she says, or you answer to me.”

Joel’s always had a tight hand on the crew. He intimidates them. He is their boss, after all. They have a problem with you or this ranch or anyone else, they answer to him. Joel takes off his sunglasses and narrows his eyes on Bo, the newest cowboy with a pretty big mouth on him who bucks just as bad as your new colts. And his dead eyes are set on you.

The rest of the crew sets off towards the direction of the cattle herd, everyone except Bo.

Your head jerks upward in his direction, your own eyes narrowed. “You wanna say somethin’?” You ride alongside Bo, who seems to be wrestling with his stupid thoughts. But before he gets a chance to say anything, Joel intervenes.

“Got a fight in you? It starts an’ ends with me.”

Bo looks between both of you, simply scoffing before he backs his horse off and trots along towards the crew.

The view from the top of the valley is beautiful, all yellow and golden, with a pale blue sky and tall trees that harbor the secrets of the forest. Joel used to tell you it would whisper to him, warn him. Your chestnut-colored horse stands tall next to Joel’s, and both of you are overseeing the herd and the crew working together.

“Not as bad as I thought this was gonna be,” Joel mutters, turning his head in your direction. You’re unrecognizably quiet. He’s never known you to be so still.

He watches as your fingers anxiously twirl your horse’s mane. “You undermine me in front of them, and they don’t respect me, Joel.”

So that’s what got you so stiff. He takes in a deep breath of mountain air, crossing his wrists over the horn of his saddle and glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye. Your hair blows in the wind, gentle and flowing. Almost graceful if it wasn’t in this wild west. Your beauty was city beauty, he was surprised you ever found your way out here.

“Bo’s as green as grass. He needs to learn not t’talk to you like that. And if he needs to learn from me, so be it.”

Keeping your lips zipped, your eyes scan the points that use the dogs to guide the herd in the right direction. The swings and flanks work the mid to back-mid to maintain movement, and the drags stationed at the back ensure that any loose stragglers keep up.

Joel rolls his eyes and sighs, reaching his hand across to your horse’s reigns, keeping your horse tucked to his side.

“C’mon, Cowgirl. Spit it out.”

“You go about defendin’ me, it looks like we’re sleepin’ together,” you gripe, “and I don’t need our crew slingin’ the slander that I got my job fuckin’ the boss. I don’t want that shit, Joel.”

Joel shifts his jaw from side to side, silent as he usually is. His tongue muscles over the right words, the words that will settle that ball of uncertainty you have nestled in your gut.

He settles on the truth.

“We are sleepin’ together.”

Shaking your head, you steal your reigns back from Joel and gently nuzzle your boots against the horse’s underbelly. “Well, maybe that should end.”

Joel watches on with a small smirk as your horse is set in motion down the grassy hill. He shouts loud enough for his voice to carry down from the high ground. “You set those boys straight, or I’ll have to keep doin’ it for ya.”

You sling back your middle finger in his direction, both of your horses riding side by side now as you follow the crew through to the valley.

Joel sighs upon entering his large, private cabin, resting his cowboy hat to air out on a hook by the front door. His clothes wreak of his musky sweat, and the shower calls his name. He walks stiffly. Joel’s thick thigh muscles are as strong as iron from riding his horse, and his back cracks each time he inhales.

But he can’t deny that this life was made for him.

Training to be a carpenter, earning pennies on the dollar to work in the hot Texas sun, and for what? Building someone else’s dream property? He had his own dreams.

The ranch was his dream.

He always had a profound appreciation for nature and the outdoors.

Fuck the city, fuck car horns honking obnoxiously, fuck the traffic. He found more fulfillment in listening to the wind flutter through the trees and would much rather hear the moos of his cattle than impatient commuters at six in the morning.

Plus, he’s never felt more free or independent. This was his land, and he made the decisions on how it was run. Hiring the sassy cowgirl from the metropolis just happened to be a nice bonus on lonely nights when there wasn’t much left to his whiskey bottle, and the ride into town was more than twenty minutes for a new one. She sated him all the same, better, even.

Despite years of riding and wrangling, you’re so fucking soft. You have soft eyes, a pretty voice, and satiny thighs. Your lips are plush against his weathered ones, and you don’t seem to mind sitting in his lap with his rougher-than-barbwire hands feeling over your body.

But in turn, you’ve made a little soft spot in his wild like the west heart of his. And he swore he’d never settle down; you seem to have the same intentions.

Things were easy. Nice and easy. Almost routine.

The bunkhouse would be busy with cowboys and cowgirls playing card games, drinking their beers, singing to the music on the radio, and talking nonsense. You’d slip out after dark and wind up upstairs in his bed.

He recalls you saying something about how his bed is more comfy than the ones in the bunkhouse.

“Whatever you say, darlin’.”

Tonight was no different. Fresh from his shower with a towel secured low on his waist, he hums curiously at the sight of you sprawled out across his bed. No more than a minute later, you are tugging it loose from his frame and letting it pool around his ankles.

“Thought you said you were done,” Joel muses with a hint of teasing. You sit up from the bed on your knees and wrap your arms around his broad trap and shoulder muscles.

“I ain’t a quitter,” you mutter against Joel’s mouth, feeling his tongue glide along yours as he explores you freely.

He sheds your clothes, feeling your freshly showered skin and hair under his rough palms. He can’t help but touch you like you’re his, like he owns you. But no man can possess the wind.

You kiss as he slips you under the bed’s cool sheets, drunk on the way you move so pliantly under his guidance. His lips move to the slope of your neck, his greying whiskers scratching your skin before he washes over the irritation with more kisses.

Joel’s hands slip between your legs, cupping your clothed center in one hand. Your eyes light up at the friction, mewling up a moan of his name as he massages over the wet spot growing on your panties.

“She’s already soaked, darlin’. You been thinkin’ ‘bout this?” Joel muses, sitting up properly to peel your shirt off your body, two fingers curling around the hem of your panties and chucking them mindlessly on the floor.

“Joel,” you whisper breathlessly as he’s about to slip down between those pretty legs of yours.

“What?” He asks, damn near annoyed.

“I can’t wait,” you beg breathlessly, his eyes meeting yours. “I-I can’t, I’m beggin’ you, please. It’s been a long day.”

Joel sighs but ultimately nods. It’s not what he wants, but sometimes you both need a quick fix.

Joel’s body parts your legs, a grunt escaping the depth of his throat as he ruts his hips against your own.

“Good idea,” he mutters against your mouth, leaning down and distracting himself with your kisses as he lines his length up and down your soaking center.

You sharply inhale as he enters and the sound is music to his ears. He feels your nails carving into his back muscles as he sinks himself in deeper deeper deeper, both of you panting with eagerness by the time his hips are flush with your own, lost in where you end and he begins.

You let out a string of moans as he reels himself back, only to return to your depths with a snap of his hips that releases a shrill whine of his name from your throat. His forearms are buried in the fluff of the pillows on either side of your head, forehead against forehead, his hips grinding against you now.

The friction is enough to make your head spin. You can feel the coarse hair of his happy trail tickling your already anxious pearl.

“Fuck,” you huff out, letting your hands slip down his back, knowing that if you want him to pick up the pace, you’ll have to ignite his fire. In one quick movement, your hands drag themselves up Joel’s back, your nails creating etched lines that raise red once you finish at the very tops of his shoulders.

Joel releases a long, low groan in response as his eyes snap open to meet yours. The sting of pain creates heat along Joel’s spine. His jaw is wound tight as he brings his large hand to wrap around your pretty throat, thumb on your chin to force you into staring straight at him.

“Such a goddamn brat,” he growls, adding pressure to the column of your throat as he begins to pound into you harder and harder with each thrust of his hips. You cry out his name, a cacophony of your panting moans and your slick squelching against his hips fill your ears. The ecstasy of losing just a smidge of air is enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He’s obsessed with the way your eyes gloss over in lust, your body jerking up the bed with each powerful thrust he gives you. Your mouth hangs open, gasping for air that’s just out of your reach.

“You take it, baby girl, you keep takin’ it. She’s so fuckin’- goddamit, so fuckin’ good for me,” he pants, feeling the warm air dissolve against your skin as Joel begins to swell fatter inside of you.

Perfectly slick and warm, he loses himself in your pussy. You squeeze and choke him, his orgasm only building as you whimper how good he feels.

“Holy fuck, Joel, please please please, right there, ohmygod you’re gonna make me-” you gasp, your back arching off the mattress as you grip onto his forearm that’s still holding your delicate throat, your other hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He knows to squeeze a little harder as you fall apart, the euphoria of the combination sending you over the edge.

Joel’s holding on for dear life, always focused on putting you first, always trying to prove your jokes of him being an old man wrong. But he can’t deny he’s nearly finished twice now, your pretty cunt all nice and warm for him.

What’s wrong with pushing you over the edge a little?

Joel abandons the hold on your throat as you still are witnessing the aftershocks of your orgasm, his two thick fingers circling over your swollen clit.

Joel smirks as your eyes snap open, your jaw dropping wide as you silently scream in pleasure. He nods sadistically, smirking as he overstimulates your already twitchy clit.

“You’re gonna give me another, right here, right now,” Joel grunts, stilling his hips as he’s buried to the hilt inside you, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as your gasps and strangled moans fill the room.

“Fuck, Joel I don’t think I can,” you cry out, bracing the wrist of the hand that’s still working figure-eights around your pearl. Joel watches as your chest rises and falls quickly, nipples at peaks as you continue to clench repeatedly around his cock.

“Know you can, baby, cum on this cock again. You’re a strong cowgirl, ain’t’cha? You been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day, getting this pretty girl drilled by me, know ya have.”

And he’s right. Shamefully so. Denying Joel looks good in and out of his cowboy attire is just nonsense. The way he rides his horse with his thighs snagged tight around its middle, gnawing on his toothpicks to ward off the need to smoke a cigarette or chew; at this point, it’s everything that he does that turns you on.

And maybe that’s why it’s so easy to give him a second one.

Your nails pierce into his skin as your hands grip his biceps, mewling and moaning something wrecked, feeling the warmth gather deep in your belly once more.

“Keep fuckin’ me, I didn’t say to stop,” you pant.

Joel disguises his laughter by meeting your lips with his own, giving you messy kisses that taste better than perfect ones. His hips and fingers work in tandem to force you over the edge. You’re shaking under him, your thigh muscles twitching with excitement, legs wrapping around his middle as he grows closer to his own finish.

Just as he feels like he’s going to give way, he can feel your pussy clenching around his aching cock, his tip brushing so perfectly against that spongy spot that sets your insides alight.

“Fuck,” he grits, ripping himself loose of your perfectly wasted cunt as he yanks over his length. One, two, three more times, and he’s spilling warm spend across your belly. The pretty splatters are like a Jackson Pollock. He stares in awe at how pretty you look getting finished on.

The bed dips as he falls into place beside you. He doesn’t lay idle. He reaches for some tissues from his bedside table, politely wiping away his mess as you stare at him with lustful eyes. You were so fucked out. Sorta cute.

“Quit,” he mutters, avoiding your eyes.

“You ain’t as old as I thought you were.” You whisper, a smirk tugging on the corners of your mouth.

Joel chuckles softly at your familiar tease. He's heard it countless times, but it never ceases to make him roll his eyes and pull you closer to him. He kisses your forehead affectionately, his voice carrying a hint of playful banter.

“You gonna keep remindin' me about my age every chance you get? Don’t stop ya from comin’ back each night.”

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart thump.

Joel’s got one arm slung around your shoulders, the other on your thigh that’s draped across his middle. His strong hand works slowly into your tired muscles. You play with the greying curls on his chest, taking note of the dark, nearly black ones still speckled throughout.

“Goodnight, old cowboy.” You say, patting his chest, hearing his slow laughter rumble from his chest.

“G’night, pain in my ass.”

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racew1nn3rs · 6 months ago

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─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘪𝘪. (𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳) ⛵️

⤷ summary: miami and monaco. just lando being horribly down bad and y/n being at her wits end. poor oscar just can't escape the train wreck that is two losers with feelings and zero (0) emotional competency .

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mclaren sorry to report that the only good thing about miami was the weather! (and the celebrities)

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user1 it's okay admin, you can say the car was shit

mclaren yeah the car was shit

user2 mclaren team is cursed i fear

mclaren alr where my witch baddies at? please unhex us pls pls pls

user3 uhm!!!????

mclaren desperate times desperate measures and all that jazz

user4 normal people: oh no the car is bad. yn: we're cursed for generations to come ☹️

landonorris i didn't get to meet shakira, what's the point of going on living

mclaren there is none! kys

landonorris oh wow

user5 nahhhh she gettin fired 💀

user6 not a single photo with lando's face 😭

user7 boohoo ☺️ OSCAR FANS, THEY BROKE BUT WE UP ‼️‼️‼️

user6 ok enough

landonorris post me challenge (difficult)

mclaren uh no (: go talk to hr bro we do not careeeeeee

user8 this beef is crazy, yall havent made up yet

user9 DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WHY THEYRE BEEFING 😭

oscarpiastri yeah

mclaren hey oscar! great race

oscarpiastri don't ever lie to my face like that again

maxfewtrell gonna build the car myself at this point

user10 i see a podium in our future everyone say thank you max

user11 y/n livestream when 😔

ynusername (;

user11 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

user12 lando and admin flirting again, who could've guessed

user13 ... she told him to kill himself

user14 the enemies to lovers is enemying 🤩

user13 yeah, it's giving enemies to lovers but no lovers only murder

mclaren truth.

user12 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HWRE

user15 mclaren, fire everyone and hire y/n as the engineer/ strategist/ driver/ pit crew/ pr

mclaren we winning 🥱

oscarpiastri you'd be the only one finishing cause everyone else would die ☝🏻

mclaren shut the fuck up oscar 🙄

user16 flying cars they said 😔

mclaren how the mighty have fallen

user17 WE THE BEST TEAM ON THE GRIDDDD YUHHH

mclaren i'm gonna hold your hand while i say this

user18 it's been 20 years since i've seen my husband 😞 (admin won't post pictures of lando anymore)

mclaren your husband is ugly as fuck

landonorris what the fuck!

mclaren get off your phone loser

user19 full oscar picture when (i'mbeg ging you please i needg it nowe)

mclaren BAD DOG DOWN OMFG

lilyzneimer i would argue you were the best part of miami

mclaren YOU ARE SO FINE YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEAUTIFUL GIRL 🤭

oscarpiastri GET AWAY FROM HER YOU FREAK 🤺

user20 y/n being unprofessional on the team page, who's shocked

mclaren and the world kept spinning

user21 we all know who was really shit here (looking at you lando)

mclaren it's not funny when you do it.

landonorris when she defends you 🥴

mclaren i'm telling a trusted adult danielricciardo

danielricciardo what the fuck makes you think i can be trusted

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The image flickered onto the screen as the broadcast began. Lando, clothed comfortably in sweats, a cap, and his streaming headphones, looked briefly off camera to where his guests sat waiting to be introduced.

He glanced up at Streamlabs and was shocked to see he had upwards of 30,000 viewers. He had only just started the stream and many people had likely not even gotten the Twitch notification yet. He shook off his shock and plastered on his usual smirk.

Everything is fine. I am totally and completely fine.

"Welcome, welcome. How are you all doing today? There's a lot of people here already. What's the special occasion guys?" He joked, being met with a scoff from the girl to his left.

Everything is not fine at all.

Lando almost never felt nervous when he would stream. After all, he was just playing game with his friends, the chat comments streaming through at a speed he could barely read. Even then, being in Formula One for so long meant he was used to being watched, his every little move being observed nearly constantly since his debut in 2019.

And yet all it took was her presence and suddenly he was nervous. His palms were sweaty, his heart was beating at a mile a minute- honestly you would think he were racing. How could he be expected to be funny and charming when she was here. She never seemed to struggle much in the department. It was almost entirely natural for her. Being perfect was like breathing air to Y/n he suspected.

As he watched the chat messages stream past even quicker on his monitor, he finally caught Oscar's gaze out of the corner of his eye. The younger man quirked a brow at him. What's your problem? His teammate seemed to say. He ignored him. Stupid Oscar and his stupid opinions and his stupid, uncomplicated love life. Lando envied the Australian most days, but now he just wanted to punch him straight in the jaw.

"Alright, it seems like most people are here already, so I'll just get started. I'm sure you're all wondering who my special guests are. The suspense must be killing you surely," He teased his audience. He ignored the completely accurate guesses in his chat.

Was he so predictable that it could be assumed it was either his teammate, Y/n, or Max were his special guests? Or was this a more unfortunate warning sign that he was just plain old boring.

"Seems like most people in chat were smart enough to figure it out! Please give a warm welcome to my guests! The lovely, stunning, awe-inspiring Y/n!" He cheered as the girl groaned, rolling her chair forward so she was behind him and within the frame of the camera.

"Oh and also Oscar's here," Lando added boredly, voice almost entirely monotone. Oscar scoffed loudly and he shot into frame kicking Lando's chair roughly, almost knocking him over and startling a laugh out of the girl behind them.

"Your an asshole mate," Oscar scoffed. Lando didn't hear him. The melodic laughing in his ear from Y/n was quite frankly the only sound his brain could process.

Who knew a laugh could sound so beautiful.

Who knew I could be so god damn embarrassing, Lando thought miserably.

"Guys do you see what I have to put up with!? How I get any shit done around here is a wonder," Y/n scoffed, "Anyways, welcome everybody, this is my stream now." Lando squawked indignantly.

"Excuse you, your in my home!"

"Yeah, unfortunately," she muttered with an eye roll and Oscar laughed.

"You should be grateful! Although these aren't the circumstances I was hoping to have you here under for the first time," Lando said with a completely unsubtle wink.

Y/n grimaced and Oscar doubled over with the force of his laughter.

"Viewers I am so sorry, please leave now, I have no way to muzzle him and apparently I can't sensor him," Y/n scowled.

"I fear he might enjoy that," Oscar muttered with a shake of his head.

Oh you motherfucker, Lando thought. Talk about subtle.

"If it was you, I probably would," Lando said to the girl and she planted her palm into the center of his face and shoved him lightly.

"Oh gross, cooties or STDs or whatever it is you men carry," Y/n shook her hands off and fake gagged.

"EXCUSE ME!" Lando shouted as Oscar nearly fell out of his chair.

"You're excused!"

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Y/n was holding on to her sanity by a thread. Or whatever was smaller than a thread... a hair or something. They had been answering fan questions for nearly 15 minutes already and Lando had decided today would be the day he would do nothing but flirt with her incessantly. He was like a child with a question or dog with a bone; He wouldn't let it the fuck go.

The sound of text-to-speech beginning dragged Y/n out of her thought spiral.

"Lando, what is your favorite video you've ever filmed?" The question asked.

Oh brother, Y/n thought. She looked at Oscar and he only laughed. How helpful.

"Probably the water TikTok challenge," Oscar hummed in agreeance.

"Why?" Y/n asked in confusion. She realized belatedly that asking Lando anything right now was probably a bad idea. She had set herself up this time.

"I don't know, I'm just a personal fan of anything that involves your hands in my hair," He smirked and she rolled her eyes. Her stomach flipped as she looked at his eyes. How could such a stupid, stupid man have such nice eyes (and lips, and teeth, and-).

"Well that's interesting," She smirked back, leaning her body toward him, ignoring the way she was blushing down to her chest. Her ears felt hot. It was hard to focus when she felt like she was burning alive, an unfortunate side effect that seemed to come with the irritating Brit in front of her.

"That was my favorite too," she added and Lando's eyes widened. Oscar looked at her in confusion over Lando's head.

"Really?" Lando asked, suprise clear in his voice. His smirk fell away for only a moment, but it was long enough for Y/n to notice.

Poor little Lando Norris, she thought. A bit too easy to read, this one.

"Yep," she grinned, before letting her face fall. "I'm a big fan of anything that means I can drown you." She responded in a monotone voice. Oscar cackled. The poor guy had hardly been asked any questions. Y/n found she didn't feel too bad anyway. The asshole was enjoying her suffering far too much.

Y/n knew the chat was going wild at their interactions, but she didn't really find herself caring. Maybe this was a bad look from a PR stand point, but then again didn't they always say "any press is good press."

Y/n wondered if the idiots who said that had ever had an inappropriate attraction to their asshole of a coworker, who just so happened to be public figure with fans who were becoming more aware of the tension with every day that interacted.

Probably fucking not.

Y/n watched as Lando's faux upset face cracked into a smile as he began to laugh heartily. She couldn't help but smile. Y/n was finding it hard to hold onto whatever grudge she had before. Maybe Lando Norris and his perfect smile, and his stupid jokes and his charming attitude weren't all that bad. Maybe, just maybe.

But they had absolutely no affect on her. None at all.

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user22 damn he took out my girl mid-sentence 😔

user23 Y/N POSTED LANDO?? AM I DREAMING?? AM I HAVING A STROKE??? OH GOD AM I DEAD

user24 girl calm the fuck down

user25 DOES THIS MEAN THE BEEF IS OVER

ynusername yes! (he has a gun to my head)

user26 LANY/N SHIPPERS WE RISE ONCE MORE

user27 get it together, they've posted together ONCE

user28 is lany/n in the room with us

user29 "lando and y/n getting along isn't real, it can't hurt you!" OH REALLY

landonorris i had other plans but i cancelled them to be your tour guide, you're welcome

ynusername me when i fucking lie

oscarpiastri do my eyes decieve me

ynusername shut up oscar

landonorris yeah shut up oscar

user30 couples that fight their friend together, stay together

ynusername i can and will block you 😃

user30 oh.

oscarpiastri no it's fine i didn't want to be invited

oscarpiastri i totally hate the ocean, it's not like i surf or anything

oscarpiastri looks boring, would've hated to go on a boat

landonorris other than the fact that i lost my flip flop in the ocean, it was fun i guess

user31 good job lando this came off exactly as nonchalant as you hoped king

ynusername HAHA LOSER YOU LOST YOUR SHOE

oscarpiastri I LOST SOMETHING ONCE 😞

user32 close enough, welcome back brocedes

ynusername literally what is the correlation here

user32 idk leave me alone

user33 um so this is actually insane

user34 i screamed so loud my neighbors called the cops because they thought i was being murdered

user35 can you be normal

user36 this might be the first original experience

user35 no, not original, just embarrassing

user37 i want to be excited about this but it feels so sinister

ynusername good, it should be

maxfewtrell never in my 23 years of living could i have expected this (lando messaged me to tell me what he was doing today)

user38 posting a comment is optional

maxfewtrell i have fomo, can i live

user39 lany/n shippers all around the world cheered

user40 oh you different friend!

user41 onto something ❌ on something ✅

user42 and the crowd is... the crowd is leaving??

user43 my crew lets go

user44 "war is over" we all say in unison

oscarpiastri not likely 💀

user23 HELLO OMFHADFSLJ

danielricciardo oh so you can hang out with him in monaco but not with me

ynusername sorry babygirl 😔 i didn't mean to abandon you

danielricciardo ew never fucking mind

maxverstappen1 i live in monaco too! hope this helps

ynusername i knew that already! hope this helps

maxverstappen1 oh.

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