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inthelibrarybtw · 1 day ago

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you want me to pretend? | seven

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pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, cursing

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

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authors note: I don't have much to say more than I wanted some fluff after last part and that I fell asleep all afternoon and forgot to post earlier lmao

06 | 07 | 08

Sophomore year - October 2022

“Kelce just texted that they are coming up,” Rafe announced to everyone present.

“The song—shit, where’s my phone?” Sarah asked, stressed.

“I’ve got it; I will play it when she comes in.”

“Look at you, taking initiative,” JJ teased, “or is it more than just initiative?”

“Shut up.”

“Why is he even here?” JJ asked, but before anyone could answer, they heard a knock on the door.

“Shut up, JJ!” Kie whispered, slapping his arm.

They all quieted down as Rafe backed the song, getting ready to turn up the volume. Sarah went to open the door, and as soon as you walked in, Rafe turned up the volume. He had chosen that song because he once heard you telling Ruthie that it was one of your favorites, and of course, he didn’t forget.

When you walked inside, everyone shouted “Surprise!” as “Golden” blared through the speakers. Your face brightened the more you looked around. All your friends were there, and everything was decorated. You felt a warm feeling in your chest; when you started college, you had worried you wouldn’t find good friends, but seeing all of them there reminded you that things always worked out.

One by one, they hugged you or congratulated you before returning to their previous conversations or heading to the kitchen to help prepare the food. Rafe was the last one to reach you; he didn’t know what to do. You two barely knew each other, but you also didn’t feel like total strangers.

“Happy birthday again,” he said.

“Thank you; I appreciate you remembering it,” you said, a bit nervous.

“How did you spend it yesterday?”

“It was great—mostly with my family. I went to lunch with them, and then we went to my house for the birthday cake.”

“That’s great; I’m glad you had a wonderful day…” He paused for a second. “I brought you some flowers; hope you like them.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to! Thank you, Rafe.” You smiled at him, and he could swear it was the best thing. Seeing you happy over something he did? The highlight of his week, and it was barely starting. Of course, he would never admit it out loud because he knows he would never hear the end of it.

Sarah watched the scene from the kitchen but didn’t say anything. She knows Rafe likes you; it's as clear as ever, but she also notices how you are still not fully there, even if there is attraction. Everyone in that room could catch onto that, and yet no one decided to comment on it. JJ tried, but either Sarah or Kie slapped his arm to make him shut up.

During the rest of the afternoon, you spent time making pizzas, playing board games, laughing, and truly enjoying the company of the people around you. It had been one of the best birthdays you had. Sarah had made sure to let you know that the Jellycat she got you was also from Rafe. You found the gesture extremely cute. You two talked a lot that day; it was small talk, nothing too deep, but it was something since it had been the most you two had talked in the past few months of knowing each other.

Kelce tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t.

“So, Rafe likes her for real?”

“Is the sky blue?” Sarah asked back.

“I don’t think she is that into him,” he said.

“Oh… that’s not good coming from you.”

“No, look, I see she is attracted to him, but I don’t know if she’s scared of liking him or something; it’s taking longer for her to warm up to him.”

“I say give them time; I see potential there.”

“Potential?”

“I just have a feeling they will be together; I just know it.”

A few days later, you were hanging out with the girls and the guys at Sarah’s apartment again.

“Okay, guys, plans for next week?”

“I’m always down, but isn’t it a bit too soon for next week's plans?” JJ says.

“Let her talk first,” Cleo interrupts.

“Okay, so Topper…”

“No,” Kie stops her. “Something always happens.”

“That’s the fun part,” JJ replies.

“Of course, you would say that,” Pope says, shaking his head.

“Thank you, JJ,” Sarah says.

“I’m with Kie,” John B says. “I was drunk for days after the last time the plan involved him.”

“Oh, come on! It will be fun; some of his friends from the next town are coming.”

“Yeah, he told the basketball team too,” JJ said. “Like a homecoming party?”

“Housewarming party.”

“Same shit.”

“It is not the same,” Pope tried to correct him while you just looked at the scene unfolding in front of you. Cleo, JJ, and Sarah had agreed, while Pope, John B, and Kie were against it, so the tiebreaker was you.

“Come on, Y/N,” Sarah said kindly. “It’s not gonna be a big party, I promise. I kinda know his friend, and he is more of a chill guy.”

“Do you actually know him?”

“Well, no, but I’ve seen him a couple of times, and he seems chill,” you sighed.

“I guess it wouldn’t be that bad,” Kie, Pope, and John B sighed deeply.

“This better be just a housewarming party, nothing else.”

“The guy is moving alone, so he’s making a big deal; it was Topper’s idea to throw the party.”

“Of course,” John B said, annoyed.

“Can we at least know the guy's name?” Kie asked.

“It starts with a J; let me look it up…” she said, scrolling through Topper’s chat. “Jordan, his name is Jordan.”

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kaliforniahigh · 19 hours ago

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Slight NSFW ahead. Just a nice thought about Noah's lap, and you sitting on it.

You were sitting in one of the chairs, just off to the side, watching the boys working on their new music.

You could never help them though, because as much as you loved listening to music, you would never have the ability to create music.

And after questioning Noah so many times about how they could even make music from scratch, he decided to invite you along whenever they went in the studio.

You were mesmerized by how many buttons there seemed to be present on the studio desk. How many takes and tries it took to get it just the way they wanted it. Your ears were attentive every time Noah went in the booth to record vocals.

But, right now, you were the most mesmerized about how he looked sitting on that chair.

There wasn't anything particular about the way he was dressed today, or about the way he looked.

But, you couldn't help but stare anyway.

His tattooed hand resting on his lap so casually brought back memories of those same hands, gripping your thighs, helping you move up and down, and delivering sharp slaps to your ass when he was feeling particularly rough.

Come to think of it, it has been a long time since you've ridden Noah on the couch. Or, on the chair, for that matter.

A rather loud noise from where Nick was tracking drums, shook you from your thoughts and made you divert your eyes. But, instead of looking away, your eyes caught his looking at you. He had a smirk playing on his lips, and an all too knowing look in his eyes.

Shaking his head slowly, and licking his lips, he went back to the task at hand, leaving you wondering if he actually knew what was going through your mind.

The studio session didn't take too long to wrap up, and soon enough, you and Noah were walking through the door of your shared home.

Noah stopped by the kitchen to drink some water, and you announced that you were going to take a shower.

The steaming water helped release the pressure on your shoulders. You weren't bone tired, but a warm shower always did help you relax regardless of how you were feeling. And by the time you stepped out of the shower, you were ready to snuggle in bed with your boyfriend.

Noah, on the other hand, had other plans for your night.

The first thing you saw after closing the bathroom door behind you, was him, sitting on his gaming chair, legs spread wide open, and both of his hands resting on his lap.

Just how he was earlier in the studio.

"Don't just stare", he pointed out, since you stopped in the middle of the bedroom. "C'mere", he said, voice low and a little gravely from being used so much today.

You complied and sat yourself across his lap, but you heard him tutting at you as soon as you did.

"You and I both know that's not how you want to sit on my lap"

Getting up, you positioned one knee on either side of him, straddling him and sitting your ass on his thighs.

Both of his hands went to rest on your ass, as he roughly pulled you closer to him, pressing your cores together and eliciting a gasp from between your lips.

"That's much better", he observed. "Saw you staring at me all day, baby. Do you wanna tell what you were thinking about?", he asked you, one hand coming up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear.

Somehow, you couldn't find the words to tell him that this is exactly what you were thinking about. You could only focus on the warmth of his body, and his hand gently resting on the curve of your ass.

"I could practically hear your thoughts today, and suddenly you're so quiet?" he pointed out, a little condescendingly. But you didn't mind at all, you actually liked it when you shut your brain off and he took over for you.

Sensing that it was one of those situations, he kept talking.

"Bet you were daydreaming about sitting so snugly in my lap, huh?", he said, and slowly moved your center over his. You screwed your eyes shut at the feeling.

"Bet you were daydreaming about my cock ramming into you, just how I do it so nicely from this position", he lifted his hips up, and you could feel just how hard he was underneath his jeans. The rough material creating a nice friction on your flimsy sleep shorts.

You let out a low mewl at his dirty words. You tried to rock your hips on top of him, but he stopped you from moving.

"Now, since you've been waiting all day, why not wait a little more?", he said, and you wanted to pout and groan in complaint. But you knew it would get you nowhere.

"I'm gonna take a shower, and you're going to wait for me like the patient girl I know that you are. And after I'm done, I'm gonna have my way with you sitting on this very same chair. Understood?"

You nodded feverishly, and he tapped your thighs twice as a way to tell you to get off. You sat on the bed as soon as he went in the bathroom, and you wanted to giggle and kick your feet in excitement about what's to come.

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heliosunny · 3 days ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you are familiar with Dr. Stone? Id like to request a fanfic of both Yandere Stanley Snyder and Xeno!

Reader was a military Doctor before the petrification, they were close friends with both Stanley and Xeno. Id say reader is a soft spoken person kind of like, she has this kind face, always has a small smile plastered.

She then secretly ask for a transfer to a different branch of military— aka Japan— due to “minor circumstances”. She noticed how slowly possessive and obsessive the two became towards her. So she asked for a transfer, without telling them, maybe telling the commander to keep her transfer a secret. She had to leave before anything got to drastic between the two.

After petrification, shes been revived by senku, to go on a voyage to america! She already knew it she’d meet them again eventually.

The rest is up to you!

Yandere!Xeno x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Stanley

"Contains different details from the manga. For more, read the manga—it's worth it!"

The room smelled of coffee and gunpowder. It was a scent you had grown used to, one that clung to your uniform and seeped into your skin. The base was quiet at this hour—most soldiers either asleep or out on assignment. But here, it was just the three of you.

Xeno sat at his desk, his fingers turning the pages of some scientific journal you had no doubt he had already read a dozen times over. His sharp eyes flickered to you briefly before returning to his reading. Stanley, meanwhile, lounged on the couch, his rifle resting against the armrest within easy reach.

And then there was you, sitting at the table with your hands wrapped around a warm mug. The conversation had been light for most of the night—memories of past missions, idle jokes—but you could feel the weight in the air.

“Are you tired?”

You caught the way his fingers paused mid-turn on the page and replied with a smile “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Nothing important.”

Neither of them seemed convinced.

“You’ve been distracted lately.” Xeno leaned forward slightly, studying you in that way that made you feel like a specimen under his microscope. “It concerns me.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re hiding something.”

“I think you’re both just overthinking it.”

You knew them too well to believe they would let this go.

You had to leave soon.

----

The wind whipped against your face as you stood on the deck of the ship, the vast ocean stretching endlessly before you.

It had been years since that night, since you left them without a word. You had convinced the commander to keep your transfer classified, ensured that no information about your whereabouts would reach them. You had done everything right.

And yet, the past was impossible to outrun.

“You okay?” A familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Kohaku.

“Yeah. Just lost in thought.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Instead, she glanced out at the sea. “We’ll be in America soon.”

You already knew that. You had known from the moment Senku asked you to join this mission that you would see them again.

You wondered how much of the past still remained in them.

And how much they would make you pay for leaving.

The first time you heard his voice again, it was like a ghost from the past had come back to haunt you.

“Greetings. I take it this is your preferred frequency for communication?”

Even after all these years, you recognized it instantly.

Xeno.

You didn’t react outwardly, keeping your usual smile as if nothing was amiss. But inside, your heart pounded. It was too soon. You had known you would meet them eventually, but not like this. Not with him still unaware of your presence.

And then the situation escalated.

Gen was caught.

You kept up the act, playing along with the crew as they devised a plan. The moment Taiju accepted to play as the "scientist" of their group, you knew where this was heading.

You stayed close to the others as they moved, keeping your presence blended into the background. You could feel it—the moment Stanley took his position. He was out there.

And then, as he peered through the scope, lining up his shot—

He saw you.

For the first time in years, his eyes locked onto yours. His body language shifted, the steadiness of his aim wavering for just a fraction of a second. It was barely noticeable to anyone else.

As the plan unfolded, you kept your expression neutral, your small smile never faltering.

Then, Luna arrived, just as expected.

Whatever will be, will be.

You felt your heart lurch as the bullets tore through Senku, his body jerking under the force. Even though you had prepared for it, the sight still made something tighten in your chest.

Stanley never left a job unfinished. He was already on his way down before the dust even settled, moving with the cold efficiency that made him the military’s best.

Senku wasn't dead. You knew that much. His intelligence was the only thing that kept him breathing, tricking them into thinking they had succeeded. But you also knew he would need help.

You needed to get to him.

Before you could take a step, a strong hand seized your wrist and wrenched you backward, his grip like a shackle that refused to break. You stiffened, instinct screaming at you to resist—but you didn’t. You knew better. So, with a quiet breath, you let him.

It wasn’t compliance. It was strategy.

You could feel the way his grip tightened ever so slightly, like he thought you might disappear again if he let go.

You exhaled slowly, keeping your voice steady as you spoke for the first time.

“Stan.”

He pressed on, yet his fingers tightened—like a man gripping onto a ghost he feared might slip away.

The walk to Xeno’s base was silent, but the weight in the air was suffocating. The moment the doors opened, you were met with the sight of Xeno speaking to Gen.

Shock flickered across Gen's face. Not because he recognized you, but because he understood what your presence here meant. Something had gone horribly wrong for Senku’s team.

Xeno’s reaction was much more subtle, but you didn’t miss it. His eyes widened just a fraction before settling into something unreadable, his lips parting ever so slightly as if he meant to say something but hadn’t yet found the words.

The silence stretched for only a moment before Stanley shoved you further inside, forcing Gen to stumble backward slightly.

“Take him away”

Gen blinked, his eyes darting between you, Stanley, and Xeno, as if piecing together a puzzle far more complex than he’d anticipated. He didn’t resist as he was dragged away, but his parting glance was full of unspoken questions.

And then, it was just the three of you.

The door shut behind Gen, the echo ringing in your ears. Xeno exhaled, placing his gloved hands on the desk in front of him.

“I see,” he murmured. “So it truly is you.”

“It’s been a long time, Xeno.”

Xeno leaned back in his chair, “You left,” he finally said. “No warning. No goodbye.”

Stanley crossed his arms beside you, “Did you really think we wouldn’t find out eventually?”

“It was never about hiding forever.”

“Then what was it about?”

You met his gaze head-on. “I left because you two were becoming dangerous.”

“You were my closest friends,” you continued, “But you both started treating me like something to be possessed. It was only a matter of time before it got worse. So I left before it did.”

Stanley scoffed, “And now you’re with them?”

You nodded. “I made my choice.”

Xeno hummed, shaking his head. “Your choices have always been questionable. But that’s alright.”

You stiffened, just slightly, as Xeno stood up from his seat, stepping toward you with the same calculating grace he always had. Stanley didn’t move, but you could feel the way his gaze bore into you.

“You seem to have forgotten” Xeno murmured, stopping just before you, “It’s our job to educate those who have lost their way.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to recondition that misguided loyalty of yours.”

Stanley exhaled through his nose, finally speaking.

“You’re not going anywhere this time.”

Life under their watch felt suffocating.

As expected, you were assigned to treat the injured. That part wasn’t unusual; they always respected your medical skills, and Xeno, at least, had the sense to recognize that you were more valuable this way than locked in a cell.

But outside of that?

You were constantly watched.

Everywhere you went, a guard followed. Even within the medical tent, you could feel eyes on you at all times—whether it was one of Stanley’s men stationed near the entrance or Stanley himself, sitting in the corner, pretending to clean his gun while his gaze barely left you.

Before, Xeno and Stanley had been focused on conquering Senku’s group, but now? Now it felt like their primary mission was keeping you from slipping away.

You had tried to sneak out one night, hoping to reach Gen—maybe pass along a message, maybe get some information—but the second you stepped outside, a guard was already there. Stanley’s men were efficient. They didn’t scold or punish you. They simply looked at you, silent and expectant, like they had been waiting for you to return on your own.

You considered some possibilities. Maybe slipping away during battle. The risk is that you'd have to time it perfectly or else they'd catch you trying to run.

Second plan is to feign sickness. If you pretended to be sick or weak, you could manipulate Xeno into keeping you inside with fewer guards. If you were alone, you might find a way out. But he himself is a scientist. He’d check your vitals, run tests. If he caught on, he’d be even more controlling.

You had options. But each one came with a price.

And with Stanley and Xeno watching your every move, failure wasn’t something you could afford.

----

Seated across from Xeno in his study, you kept your usual smile as he questioned you about Senku and his people. You expected this. It was only natural for him to want intelligence on his opponent.

So, you answered. But you only gave him general truths—nothing that could be used against them. Senku was resourceful. Kohaku was strong. Chrome was a fast learner. All things he would eventually figure out on his own, but you knew he wasn’t satisfied.

Stanley, standing off to the side, didn’t bother hiding his displeasure.

But he didn’t interfere.

Because, no matter how much Stanley wanted results, he had his own rules.

He never laid a hand on you.

Not over something like this.

Because you weren’t his enemy.

“Tell me,” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “How have you been?”

The change in topic caught you off guard.

“You left us. And yet, here you are again.” His fingers tapped against the table. “Surely, you must have something to say about all that time apart.”

Deep down, a part of you did miss them.

You missed the conversations with Xeno, the way his mind worked, the long nights spent debating theories over coffee. You missed the quiet moments with Stanley, those rare times when he let his guard down, when it was just the three of you against the world.

The battlefield. The victories. The losses. The camaraderie.

You had been through so much together.

And no matter how much you wanted to deny it, there had been happiness in that time too.

“I’ve been alright,” you finally said. “Things… changed after I left. But I adapted.”

Xeno’s lips curled in amusement. “Adapted? That’s all?”

“That’s what humans do, isn’t it?”

“You didn’t have to.”

You turned your gaze toward him, finding him watching you intently. Like he was watching a traitor.

“I did.”

“And yet, you still ended up back in our hands.”

You weren’t planning to stay.

You couldn't stop thinking about Senku. That young man brought you a sense of comfort, nothing more.

Even as you went about your duties, tending to the wounded, patching up soldiers who had no idea of the weight pressing on your shoulders—you thought of him.

Senku was brilliant. He always had a plan, always worked five steps ahead.

You knew, deep down, that he must have something in place. Some way to turn the situation in his favor.

But doubt still lingered.

Had he survived? Did he have a counter to Stanley’s bullet? Or had fate finally caught up to him?

Then came the morning.

The atmosphere was different.

You noticed it immediately—the way the soldiers moved with more urgency, the way murmurs rippled through the camp.

You were barely given time to process before you overheard the words that sent your heart plummeting:

“Today's the day we get rid of Senku Ishigami.”

You had to do something.

The tunnel plan worked faster than you expected.

One moment, you were scrambling for a way to slow Stanley’s men down, and the next—Chrome and the others had broken through, executing the plan with perfect timing. The tables turned in an instant.

And now, Xeno was their hostage.

That didn’t shake him, of course. But as you walked back with Senku’s group, checking on their injuries and making sure no one was in immediate danger, you noticed something—

Xeno had been watching you.

He saw the way you moved among Senku’s team, the way you smiled more freely, the way your shoulders weren’t weighed down as they had been in his camp.

You were happier.

Even as you checked his vitals, treating him no differently from the others, he said nothing about it. Not yet.

“You seem… comfortable” Xeno mused, watching you from where he was seated. “More than I recall you ever being.”

“I suppose I am.”

“And here I thought our time together had its charms.”

“It did,” you admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I want to go back.”

He was never one to show his emotions outright. But this was different.

It wasn’t frustration over being captured.

It was personal.

And before you could even process why, he spoke again, quieter this time.

“You favor him now.”

“What?”

“Senku.” Xeno’s gaze was sharp, “You favor him.”

You exhaled softly, shaking your head. “It’s not about favor, Xeno. I made my choice.”

“I wonder.” He leaned forward slightly, a knowing glint in his eye. “Does he even realize?”

“What are we talking about?”

You turned to see Senku approaching. He hadn’t been listening, too focused on whatever plan was forming in his mind, his attention entirely devoted to the future.

“Nothing of importance,” he mused, reclining back slightly. “At least, not to you.”

Senku just gave him a look, clearly unimpressed, before turning to you. “We’re moving soon. Think you can help me with some calculations?”

You nodded without hesitation, following him without a second thought.

And behind you, Xeno sat in silence, watching your retreating figure.

His jealousy simmered beneath the surface, unspoken but undeniable.

Because unlike him—

Senku had never needed to try to earn your attention.

----

Stanley finally caught up.

You had known, deep down, that this moment was inevitable. No matter how far Senku’s team got, no matter how many steps ahead they planned, Stanley Snyder was relentless. He was a man who finished his missions, no matter the cost.

And now, he had won.

His men closed in swiftly, surrounding you and the others with a precision that left no room for struggle. Xeno, of course, was the first to be retrieved. It was a swift, effortless transition—one moment he was a captive, and the next, he was back where he belonged, standing by Stanley’s side with that unreadable smirk, as if he had never been caught at all.

But when Stanley’s eyes landed on you, there was something different.

He didn’t ask you to come back.

He expected it.

And in that moment, you knew there was no escaping this—not without bloodshed.

So, you made your choice.

You surrendered.

“If I go back with you,” you said, “stop hurting them. Stop targeting innocent people.”

You couldn’t tell if he was satisfied or frustrated that you were giving in so easily.

“A noble request.”

“You’ll do it,” you said firmly. “Both of you.”

Stanley finally nodded.

“We’ve got what we came for,” he said simply. “No need to waste bullets.”

Relief flooded you, but it was brief.

Because even as Stanley’s men began to pull back, even as you took a step toward them, leaving Senku’s team behind, you knew this wasn’t over.

There was still one thing left.

You turned back to Senku’s group, “Before I go,” you said, “let me treat the injured one last time.”

Stanley didn’t stop you. Neither did Xeno.

Because in the end, for all their control over your life—this was the one thing they never denied you.

So, you moved through the group, checking wounds, patching up what you could, leaving them with what little you had left to give.

And then—

You walked away.

And you didn’t look back.

You didn’t acknowledge Xeno. You didn’t acknowledge Stanley.

They had won. You were here. But that didn’t mean you had to give them the satisfaction of cooperation.

And they knew it.

Which was why they lied to you.

It wasn’t until later that you realized Senku had been taken, smuggled into their hands like some rare commodity.

You stormed to find him, half-expecting to see him restrained or beaten—but instead, you found him seated casually, looking at you like nothing was wrong.

"Ah, figured you'd find out sooner or later." Senku’s voice was as light as ever, as if this was all part of some grand experiment he was running.

“They lied to me.”

“Well, yeah,” he said bluntly. “But hey, don’t take it too hard. Life as a hostage? Not the worst thing in the world. Gives me a good chance to talk to Xeno again.”

“Senku...”

“Relax,” he grinned. “I was planning to get captured anyway.”

Of course he was.

This was Senku.

Still, it didn’t make the bitter taste in your mouth go away.

Soon enough, Stanley’s men came to take him.

You didn’t get a chance to say much more before he was gone, dragged off to wherever they intended to keep him.

Which left you.

And Stanley.

“Come with me.”

You hesitated, but followed. Because even after all this time, even after everything, some part of you still wanted to hear what he had to say.

It was a mess, how your conversation is heading.

"You think you get to be mad? You left. You vanished without a damn word. And now you want to stand there and act like you're the victim?"

"I did what I had to do, Stan."

"And what exactly did that accomplish? Huh? Because from where I’m standing, all it did was make everything worse."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You started dragging people into this! You shot people, Stanley! Do you even hear yourself?"

"You think this started because of me?" His voice rose. "No. It started the second you walked away."

There it was. The weight of his suffering, compressed into sharp words.

"Stanley…"

But it wasn’t enough.

He saw the way your expression softened, and for some reason, that seemed to push him over the edge.

Because suddenly, he was too close.

Before you could react, his hands grabbed your wrist, pulling you in—

Smack

The slap came before you even thought about it.

Stanley didn’t so much as waver. Your hand throbbed, your breath hitched, but all it did was cast a deeper shadow in his gaze.

"You—"

His fingers curled under your chin, guiding your face to meet his— And then he kissed you, leaving no room for escape.

It was neither tender nor forgiving.

It was fierce, unrelenting—more a sentence than a kiss.

You struggled, but Stanley was stronger. And just as quickly, he bit down. You gasped, the sting of pain snapping you back, but he didn’t pull away.

"That’s for running away."

Then, slowly—he released you.

You stumbled back, your breath uneven, your heart slamming against your ribs.

----

Xeno called for you.

You weren’t sure why, but you went anyway. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was exhaustion from your fight with Stanley—either way, your feet carried you toward him before you even processed it.

And when you arrived, you found them. Xeno and Senku.

They were testing something. Their voices wove together in rapid exchanges, debating theories, tweaking results.

For a moment, you forgot the tension.

You had seen this before—Xeno, completely immersed in his work, in the beauty of creation. There was a time when his passion had been purer, when he had built things not for war, but for the sake of discovery itself.

And for the first time in years, you saw glimpses of that man again.

Then his gaze lifted—and met yours.

It was only for a second, but that second was enough.

Because his eyes softened.

Because Senku—smart as always, perceptive as ever— stood up, stretched lazily, and excused himself.

The silence settled between you like an old companion.

“You always had a habit of watching in silence.”

“I assume Stanley has already had his… discussion with you.”

You touched your lower lip out of instinct. Still, you didn’t reply.

“I must say, I didn’t expect to feel jealous of Senku. You look at him differently, you know. There’s a fondness there—one you used to reserve for me.”

“That’s not—”

“Not true?” He hummed. “Perhaps. Or perhaps, without realizing it, you’ve found yourself drawn to something you once admired in me. A scientist who dreams.”

You frowned, looking away. “I admired the man you used to be.”

“Then allow me to ask—if I were to return to that man… would you return to me?”

You walked away, he was always careful choosing his own words. You need to get some air, away from the mess you've got yourself in.

----

The moment you heard the news, everything else faded.

Stanley had been shot.

It was a life-or-death situation—one that immediately demanded your attention. And not just yours. Xeno and Senku, despite their clashing ideals, were both drawn into it.

You barely processed the rush of activity, the hurried movements of people scrambling to stabilize him.

All you knew—all that mattered—was that he had survived. Barely.

By some stroke of sheer luck, the bullet had missed anything vital. But the damage was still severe. His body had taken too much, and now, he lay there—unconscious.

And you refused to leave his side.

Days passed.

You tended to his wounds, carefully monitoring every breath, every shift in his condition.

When his fever spiked, you were there to cool him down. When his breathing faltered, you were there to steady him.

It was exhausting. But you never wavered.

Because no matter what had happened between you, no matter the choices he made, the sins he bore—

Stanley Snyder was still your Stanley.

And you couldn’t bear to lose him.

The moment Stanley’s eyes cracked open, you felt it.

A sharp intake of breath—his first real one in days. His fingers twitched slightly, then tightened into a weak fist.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“…Stan?” Your voice was hoarse from exhaustion, but the relief in it was undeniable.

His gaze, unfocused at first, slowly sharpened. He blinked sluggishly, taking in his surroundings—then, finally, you.

“…You look like shit”

You let out a breathless laugh, something between amusement and sheer relief. “And you nearly died.”

Stanley only grunted, shifting slightly before wincing at the pain. His body was still weak, but the fact that he was alive, awake— that was enough for now.

Your exhaustion crashed down all at once. The worry, the sleepless nights, the weight of it all—it finally caught up to you.

You barely managed to mumble, “Welcome back,” before your body gave out.

You slumped forward, too drained to keep yourself upright.

Before you could hit the edge of the bed, a hand caught you.

Not Stanley’s.

Xeno.

“You two are absolute idiots who should never be left unsupervised.”

Stanley let out a weak chuckle. “Takes one to know one.”

Xeno pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m surrounded by fools.”

But he still made sure you were comfortable, still adjusted your position so you wouldn’t wake up with a sore neck.

And despite the bickering, despite everything—

There was relief in his gaze, too.

----

You woke up to a boom.

Your body jolted upright before your brain even caught up. For a split second, panic surged through you—but when no immediate threat followed, you exhaled slowly.

A failed experiment, most likely.

Shaking off the haze of sleep, you made your way to the kitchen area. Your stomach growled—right, you hadn’t eaten properly in days. Tending to Stanley had taken up all your energy, and now that he was stable, your body was demanding food.

You weren’t exactly a chef, but your cooking was… decent enough.

So, you got to work.

The scent of food gradually filled the air.

And like moths to a flame, they came.

First, a few curious glances. Then, casual comments. And before you knew it, half the damn base was hovering nearby, eyes practically shining with anticipation.

“Whoa! This smells amazing!”

“Wait, you can cook? Why haven’t you done this before?!”

You chuckled softly as the compliments rolled in, handing out portions. It had been so long since you sat down like this—surrounded by people, eating together. It was almost enough to make you forget everything else.

Because while you were busy laughing and chatting—

Stanley and Xeno were busy watching.

They sat on either side of you, their presence suffocating yet unnoticed by everyone else.

And every time someone praised your cooking—every time someone so much as smiled at you—

A deathly glare followed.

----

The peaceful moments didn't last for long.

"You’re with me today."

Stanley always volunteered you for tasks that required your presence.

The injured near his post? You had to treat them. Checking the perimeter? You were expected to accompany him. A supply run? Not without him.

"I trust her judgment more than anyone else’s," Stanley had said casually one day. "If someone’s patching up my men, it’ll be her."

You didn’t get a say.

And Xeno?

He ensured that all medical responsibilities fell under him and you.

"Surely, you wouldn’t want an incompetent pair of hands dealing with something so fragile, right?" Xeno murmured, blocking your path with a smile. "Stay here—your presence is necessary."

You soon realized that if someone needed medical treatment, they were denied access unless you were personally dealing with it.

Then came another time when they kept reminding you of the past.

"You used to say we made a good team." Stanley’s voice was casual. "You still believe that, don’t you?"

"That was a long time ago."

"Doesn’t change anything."

"Your past decisions led you here," he mused, "I find it fascinating how fate corrects itself, don’t you?"

"Fate didn’t bring me here"

Xeno simply smiled.

"Then tell me, why do you look at us the way you did back then?"

You had no answer.

Because no matter what you said—they twisted it.

They turned your past into proof that you belonged to them.

And the worst part?

You started doubting yourself.

Aside from using your words against you, they were sure to keep their presence noticeable to you.

Stanley stood too close.

If you tried to move, he was already in your way.

One evening, after being done with work, you tried to leave the room.

Stanley was leaning against the doorway.

"Where are you headed?"

"Somewhere else" you said flatly.

You moved left—he shifted left. You moved right—he blocked your path again.

"You’re not going anywhere. Not without me."

Then came the breaking point.

You had finally snapped.

"I’m not a prisoner, Stanley!" You shoved him away, furious.

You had tried to run.

And when you returned?

Your door was locked.

"You need rest" Xeno had said, unbothered.

One day, a person in the camp needed urgent medical attention.

You rushed to grab the necessary equipment—only to find the cabinets locked.

You turned to Xeno.

"You should have come to me first"

"This isn’t a game, Xeno—someone could die!"

He simply smiled.

"Then let’s not waste any time." His fingers tapped the counter, "Ask me properly."

You felt sick.

They had made sure that no matter what happened—

You had to rely on them.

-----

The night carried an unsettling weight, pressing against your skin like an unspoken omen. Stanley’s gaze had always been sharp, always observant—but tonight, it clung to you with a purpose, a silent expectancy that made the air feel tighter.

You forced yourself to stay calm, playing along with the meal as if nothing was out of place. You ate in silence, seated between Xeno and Stanley, their presence a constant, suffocating weight on either side of you. The moment you reached for your cup, Stanley's hand overlapped yours.

His fingers, rough from years of handling firearms, lightly curled over yours.

You didn’t look at him, keeping your face blank as you slowly pulled your hand away. He let you—but only because he wanted to.

Xeno, on the other hand, was watching your every move.

BOOM

A sudden explosion from outside shook the entire building. The scent of smoke and burning wood filled the air almost instantly. The camp erupted into chaos.

“They’re here.” Xeno’s voice was eerily calm despite the situation. He knew exactly what was happening.

You bolted to your feet. Soldiers rushed past the windows, panicked voices calling out orders as another loud blast sent debris flying.

This was it.

Your heart pounded as you caught a glimpse of Gen and Chrome through the smoke—Senku in the middle of them, alive. He was grinning, even after everything. You almost laughed—of course he was.

Gen’s eyes met yours, and for a brief second, relief washed over you. But before you could take a step forward—

Again, Stanley's hand clamped around your wrist.

You barely had time to react before he yanked you back, spinning you around to face him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“They’re getting away. I have to—”

“You have to stay.”

His grip tightened just enough to bruise.

Xeno was watching, standing just a few steps away. He didn’t interfere—he didn’t need to.

You were never meant to leave.

Outside, you heard shouts of victory. Chrome and Gen had escaped with Senku.

They were gone. They’d done it. But… you were still here.

Stanley let out a slow exhale, his grip still locked around you, before his other hand rose to cup your cheek..

“You’re thinking too much,” he muttered, his thumb ghosting over your jaw. “It’s over now.”

You jerked your head away, trying to shove him off, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“You don’t belong with them.”

And then—Xeno stepped forward.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Honestly, you two are troublesome.”

“This was never your fight, Xeno.”

“No, perhaps not. But you are.”

He reached forward, brushing a lock of hair from your face.

You slapped his hand away. “I’ll never belong to you.”

“Tell me…Y/N,” He tilted his head, “Where else do you belong?”

Senku was free.

But you?

You were still theirs.

#yandere x reader #yandere #dr stone #yandere dr stone #xeno x reader #stanley snyder #stanley snyder x reader #xeno houston wingfield

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slavicdolls4mangione · 2 days ago

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too good for me - luigi mangione x reader

based on this request, thank you so much for sending in your idea anon, i really enjoyed writing this, i hope you enjoy it <333

the car ride to your parents’ house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional tap of your fingers against the window. luigi glances over at you, his hands steady on the wheel, his expression calm but concerned. you’re fidgeting, something you only do when your anxiety is spiking. your knee bounces, your nails pick at the hem of your dress, and your breathing is just a little too shallow.

“hey,” he says softly, reaching over to take your hand. his touch is warm, grounding. “talk to me.”

you exhale sharply, your shoulders slumping. “i just… i don’t know why i’m so nervous. you’re you. you’re perfect. you’re going to walk in there, and they’re going to love you, and then they’re going to wonder why someone like you is with someone like me.”

luigi frowns, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “stop that. you’re not ‘someone like you.’ you’re you. and i’m with you because you’re kind, smart, funny, and you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. got it?”

you nod, but the tension in your jaw doesn’t ease. “i just… i know how they are. they’re going to compare us. they’re going to say something about how you went to UPenn and i went to community college, or how you come from this perfect family and i’m just… me.”

luigi pulls the car into the driveway and puts it in park before turning to face you fully. “listen to me. whatever they say, it doesn’t change how i feel about you. and if they say anything that hurts you, i’ve got your back. always. okay?”

you manage a small smile, squeezing his hand. “okay.”

---

the moment you walk through the door, your parents are all smiles—for luigi, at least. your mother hugs him tightly, gushing about how handsome he looks, while your father shakes his hand with a firm grip and a nod of approval. you stand awkwardly to the side, your hands clasped in front of you, feeling like an afterthought.

“luigi, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” your mother says, leading you all into the dining room. “we’ve heard so much about you. UPenn, right? such an impressive school.”

“yes, ma’am,” luigi says politely, though his eyes flick to you, checking on you. you give him a small nod, trying to reassure him you’re okay.

---

dinner starts off well enough. your parents ask luigi about his job, his family, his plans for the future. he answers everything with ease, his charm disarming even your father’s usual stoicism. but then, as the conversation shifts, the comments start.

“you know, luigi, we always hoped our daughter would follow in your footsteps,” your mother says, sipping her wine. “an ivy league school, a high-powered career… but i guess community college was more her speed.”

you freeze, your fork hovering over your plate. your chest tightens, and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck. before you can respond, luigi speaks up.

“actually,” he says, his tone light but firm, “i think it’s incredible that she went to community college. she worked full-time while getting her degree, and she’s one of the hardest-working people i know. not everyone has the same opportunities, but she’s made the most of hers. i admire that about her.”

your mother blinks, caught off guard, but your father chuckles. “well, i suppose that’s one way to look at it.”

---

the rest of the meal continues with similar backhanded comments, each one making you shrink a little more into your seat. luigi, however, never lets it slide. he defends you without being confrontational, his hand resting on your leg under the table, a silent reminder that he’s there.

when your father excuses himself to use the bathroom and your mother goes to check on dessert, luigi turns to you. “let’s get some air,” he says, standing and offering you his hand.

you follow him to the porch, the cool night air a relief after the stifling tension inside. he leans against the railing, looking at you with those kind, steady eyes.

“you okay?” he asks.

you shake your head, tears welling up. “i’m sorry. i knew this would happen. i just… i hate that they do this. i hate that they make me feel like i’m not enough.”

luigi steps closer, cupping your face in his hands. “you are enough. more than enough. their opinions don’t define you. you’re smart, capable, and kind, and i’m so proud to be with you. don’t let them get in your head.”

you nod, leaning into his touch. “thank you. for standing up for me. for… everything.”

he smiles, brushing a tear from your cheek. “always. now, let’s get through the rest of this dinner, and then i’m taking you out for ice cream. deal?”

you laugh softly, the weight on your chest lifting just a little. “deal.”

---

as you walk back inside, hand in hand, you feel a flicker of hope. maybe, just maybe, you can start to believe that you’re enough—not because of what your parents think, but because of the way luigi looks at you, like you’re the most important person in the world.

and for the first time in a long time, you start to believe it too.

---

the rest of the evening passes in a blur. your parents continue to make their subtle jabs, but with luigi by your side, they don’t cut as deep. he’s your shield, your anchor, and by the time dessert is served, you’re feeling more like yourself again.

as you all sit down with coffee and cake, your mother turns to luigi with a smile. “so, luigi, do you see yourself settling down soon? maybe starting a family?”

you nearly choke on your coffee, but luigi just smiles, his hand finding yours under the table. “when the time is right, absolutely. but for now, i’m just focused on making sure this one here knows how amazing she is.”

your mother’s smile falters for a moment, but she quickly recovers. “well, that’s… very sweet of you.”

your father clears his throat, changing the subject, and the conversation moves on. but you can’t stop the warmth spreading through your chest. luigi’s words, his unwavering support, they mean more to you than you can ever express.

---

when it’s finally time to leave, your parents see you to the door. your mother gives luigi another hug, while your father shakes his hand again. “take care of our girl,” your father says, his tone more serious than before.

“always,” luigi replies, his voice firm.

as you step out into the night, the cool air wrapping around you like a blanket, you feel a sense of relief. the evening wasn’t perfect, but you made it through. and with luigi by your side, you know you can handle anything.

he opens the car door for you, and as you slide into the passenger seat, he leans in, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “you did great,” he murmurs.

you smile up at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. “i couldn’t have done it without you.”

he grins, his eyes sparkling. “that’s what i’m here for. now, let’s get that ice cream.”

as he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, you glance back at the house one last time. for the first time in a long time, you feel a sense of peace. your parents’ opinions will always sting, but with lu by your side, you know you’re enough. and that’s all that matters.

#luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione imagine #luigi thoughts #luigi mangione fanfiction #luigi mangione x yn

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lowryuk · 2 days ago

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HELLO! I saw that you’re doing requests now😍

Could I get a ex!bf eren x reader who’s about to get married? But she’s getting married to someone who’s like… useless. No job, no education, nothing really going for him. You’re just in a rush to get married because you believe it’s the next step but when eren comes back into your life, everything changes.

Thank you!

(Also could I be 🪿 anon?)

First request and first anon emoji?! Say less 😩🙏

Hope you enjoy, 🪿 anon <3

OTW

WC: 3.5K

tw: rough sex, cheating, possessive!eren, choking, dirty talk, fingering, toxic relationship, oral (f receiving), angst

Today was the day you’d dreamed of since you were a little girl.

Months of meticulous planning, dress shopping, vendor drama, flower arrangements, and all the wedding stress—it was supposed to be worth it. Your wedding day was meant to be one of the best days of your life, a celebration of two people coming together, ready to build a future.

Your fiancé was a great guy. He was sweet, charismatic, and came from a wonderful family. On paper, everything seemed perfect. In your mind, this felt like the natural next step, marriage, a family home, kids, a stable 9-5 job. You were on the right path. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Yet, no matter how many times you repeated it in your head, it still felt wrong. Because it was wrong.

Your fiancé could barely hold down a job and had no ambition to further his education or build a stable career. Instead, he dreamed of making it as a streamer. He poured thousands of dollars into equipment while you carried the weight of all the financial responsibilities.

Fuck.

Fucking Eren Yeager.

Always showing up at the worst possible time.

Where was this logic when you said yes to your fiancé’s proposal? How did it take you until now, after everything had been paid for, with only an hour left before you walked down the aisle—to finally realize the truth?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Was it too late to back out now? Your hair and makeup were already done, the final step was slipping into the dress. But you couldn’t. You fucking couldn’t. The thought of stepping into that gown, walking down that aisle, and tying yourself to this life made your chest tighten. You didn’t want this. Not with him.

Or were you just overthinking because Eren was here?

Because one single text from him was all it took to unravel everything. A few words on a screen, and suddenly, your entire perspective on your relationship shifted. You should have blocked him. Maybe then, your heart wouldn’t be sinking with dread and doubt right now. But old habits never die, and Eren Yeager was the worst one of them all.

He was your on-and-off boyfriend, the bad habit you could never quite break. The two of you were stuck in a toxic cycle, one that always left you shattered by the end of it. No matter how many times you tried to walk away, you somehow always found your way back to him.

Until two years ago.

You finally cut contact, determined to move on for good. It didn’t take long before you found yourself in a new relationship, one that felt stable, safe, and predictable. A little over a year in, your fiancé proposed, and you said yes.

Eren didn’t find out about the engagement until a week before the wedding. You had practically begged your mutual friends to keep quiet, knowing exactly what he would do if he found out. Because no one knew Eren Yeager better than you. And if there was one thing about him, it was that he never let go of something he still considered his.

You heard that he tried to move on, that he tried to heal and become better. But relationships never seemed to work out for him. No matter how hard he tried, nothing ever stuck.

So when he found out about your engagement and realized your wedding was only a week away, he scoffed. What a fucking joke.

You hated to admit it, but it wasn’t Eren’s reaction you were afraid of. The real reason you never wanted him to find out was because of your reaction. Because the moment he came back into your life, all those feelings you worked so hard to bury would come flooding back, drowning you in something you thought you had left behind. It drove you crazy. Because marriage, commitment, a future, you couldn’t imagine it with anyone but him.

You tried everything to move on. Therapy, long talks with friends, convincing yourself that this new relationship was what you needed. But deep down, you knew the truth. If Eren came back, if he reached out even once, you wouldn’t be strong enough to resist. You would run straight back into his arms because no matter how much time had passed, that was the only place you had ever truly belonged.

–

Eren wasn’t going to miss your wedding. Of course not.

You weren’t just some ex-girlfriend he could forget. You were the biggest part of his life, the one person who knew him better than anyone, the one he loved in a way that was all-consuming. His first love, his greatest mistake, his one true obsession. And call him the villain if you want, but he wasn’t about to let you walk down that aisle without a fight.

Because you didn’t belong to that man. You belonged to him.

And he knew, deep in his bones, that you wanted him too.

How?

Because when his message was marked as delivered, when you didn’t block his number, when you didn’t ignore him like you should have, he knew. You could have deleted it, tossed your phone aside, pretended he didn’t exist. But you didn’t.

You read it.

And that was all he needed.

A slow smirk curled on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lazily against his phone. You were probably staring at the screen right now, heart racing, pulse hammering, torn between doing what was right and what you really wanted. He had seen it all before. The guilt. The hesitation. The battle between logic and desire. But in the end, you always came back to him.

He exhaled, his green eyes wandering the cathedral. If you weren’t going to come to him, he would come to you.

So why wait?

Eren stood, adjusting his suit and tie, smoothing out the fabric because he wanted to look good for you. With quiet, purposeful steps, he made his way toward the back rooms, slipping past the crowd with ease. He knew exactly where you were.

And you knew he was coming.

The gentle knock at the door sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t need to ask who it was. You knew.

Your fingers curled against your dress, gripping the soft material as if it could somehow anchor you. If you let him in, this was over before it even began. The wedding. The life you had planned. The man waiting for you at the end of that aisle.

And if someone caught you?

You squeezed your eyes shut, inhaling sharply, willing yourself to resist. But then, his voice pierces through, low and familiar, the sound wrapping around you like a ghost from your past.

“Can I come in?”

Your breath hitched.

And before you could stop yourself, you were already standing.

You opened the door, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Eren’s breath hitched, his green eyes softening as he took you in. You looked breathtaking, the white dress hugging you perfectly, the veil framing your face like you were something holy. He had dreamed of seeing you like this one day, but not like this. Not when he wasn’t the one waiting at the end of that aisle.

He hadn’t expected to get emotional, but seeing you standing there, dressed as a bride, made his head spin. This was real. Too fucking real. He was an hour away from losing you forever.

He could barely maintain eye contact when he muttered, “Don’t.”

One word. Simple. But it was enough to make your throat tighten, enough for tears to well up in your eyes.

“Eren, I can’t,” you whispered, shaking your head, trying to steady yourself.

“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, stepping closer, his voice rough with desperation. “You can. You know you don’t want this. Don’t do something you’re going to regret, something that’s going to hurt both of us. Listen to your heart for once.”

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping at your eyes. “Fuck you. How many times have I listened to my heart, only to get hurt over and over again because of you?”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t back down. “It beats being tied to someone you don’t even remotely like for the rest of your life, doesn’t it?” His voice lowered, dangerously steady. “Because you can’t stand there and tell me you don’t feel anything. You wouldn’t have opened this door if you didn’t.”

Eren never let you bullshit him. He saw right through you, every single time.

He exhaled sharply, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “Tell me. Do I have to sit there and watch you marry another man? Or are we getting the fuck out of here?”

Your heart pounded so hard it hurt.

You knew the answer before you even spoke.

“Let’s go.”

–

Eren’s lips were glued to yours as the elevator ascended, the weight of everything you had just done crashing down on you both. The kiss was frantic, messy, filled with a desperation that neither of you could suppress. It was like you had been drowning for the past two years, and now, finally, you could breathe again.

His hands roamed your body, gripping your waist like he was terrified you would disappear, like this was all some fever dream that would slip through his fingers if he let go. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until you were completely lost in him.

The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open, but neither of you moved. Not until Eren finally tore himself away, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with something unrestrained.

“Come on,” he murmured, voice low and thick with want.

He didn’t have to ask twice.

Fingers laced together, he pulled you down the hall, fumbling with the keycard until the door swung open. And the second it shut behind you, he was on you again, lips claiming yours like he had every right to.

His hands tore at your dress, fabric splitting beneath his grip as he ripped it apart from the top. If you were in your right mind, you would have yelled at him for it. But right now, you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was being closer to him.

The ruined dress slipped from your body, pooling at your feet, leaving you bare except for the white lingerie beneath. The moment Eren laid eyes on you, his breath hitched. His gaze darkened, pupils blown wide with desire.

“Fuck me,” he rasped, dragging a rough hand over his mouth as if to contain himself. “You were gonna give all this to him? Hmm? He wouldn’t even know what to do with you.”

His words sent a wicked thrill down your spine, but before you could respond, his lips crashed into your neck, hot and possessive. His tongue flicked against your skin, followed by sharp nips that made your head tilt back with a gasp. He sucked until he left deep purple splotches blooming along your throat and collarbone, evidence of his claim.

Large hands slid down to knead your ass, squeezing as he pulled your body flush against his. Then, just as quickly, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you toward the bed. The softness of the mattress barely registered before his weight caged you beneath him.

As much as he loved the sight of you in delicate white lace, he couldn’t wait to see you bare. His fingers made quick work of your bralette, unclasping it with ease. The moment the fabric slid away, exposing your breasts, Eren groaned, his head dropping for a moment as if the sight physically weakened him.

“Eren,” you whined, tugging at his tie, your nails grazing his chest through his half-unbuttoned shirt. “Take it off.”

The way you pouted, eyes round and pleading, made something snap inside him.

“Yeah?” His smirk was lazy, teasing, but his fingers worked fast, yanking at the knot of his tie before hastily unbuttoning his shirt. He barely had the patience to shrug it off because he knew how desperate you were to touch him, and fuck, he was just as desperate to feel you.

Eren barely got his shirt off before your hands were on him, raking over the ridges of his stomach, tracing the deep lines of his abs. He was so fucking warm, muscles tense beneath your fingertips like he was barely holding himself back. But you didn’t want him to hold back.

“Eren,” you murmured, nails digging into his skin.

He groaned, low and deep, before crashing his lips back onto yours, kissing you like he was starving. His tongue slid against yours, claiming, demanding, as his hands roamed lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties.

“You know,” he muttered against your mouth, “I should make you beg for it.”

You whined in protest, arching into him, but he only chuckled, slow and dangerous.

“Yeah?” His fingers trailed teasingly along the inside of your thigh, barely there, not nearly enough. “You want me to take them off?”

“Yes,” you breathed, legs shifting restlessly.

His lips brushed against your jaw, then lower, over the marks he’d left on your throat, and still, his fingers didn’t move any higher. “Use your words, baby.”

You huffed, frustration curling in your stomach. “Eren, please.”

His grip tightened suddenly, possessive, like he loved hearing you beg. “That’s my girl.”

And then, with one smooth motion, he ripped the lace away. A gasp left your lips, half-shock, half-anticipation, but Eren only groaned in satisfaction, sliding his palm over your now bare skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, green eyes locking onto yours. “Look at you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you again, lips and tongue tracing fire down your body, taking his time, savoring every inch of you like you were something to be worshipped.

His fingers dipped into you, sinking past the tight resistance of your walls, and your back arched instinctively, a sharp gasp slipping from your lips. The stretch had your thighs trembling, pleasure crackling through your nerves like fire.

“Fuck,” Eren groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “So fucking tight. His dick didn’t stretch you out like mine, did it?”

You barely had the mind to shake your head before he slid in another finger, the added pressure making you whimper. His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had your stomach tensing.

A broken moan escaped you, but before it could fill the room, Eren pulled his fingers out and shoved them between your lips. “Suck.”

You obeyed without hesitation, swirling your tongue around them, tasting yourself as your gaze locked onto his. His pupils were blown, lips parted as he watched you, completely transfixed.

“Good girl,” he muttered, voice thick with arousal.

Before you could process the praise, he lowered himself between your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled in. His breath ghosted over your slick heat, and then his mouth was on you.

The first flick of his tongue made your entire body jolt, and when he latched onto your clit, swirling, sucking, teasing, you couldn’t stop the way your hips bucked against his face.

“Eren,” you gasped, fingers flying to his hair, tugging, holding on for dear life as he devoured you.

He groaned into you, the vibrations making you shudder, and before you knew it, you were falling apart, pleasure cresting over you in waves. Your body tightened, back arching off the bed as his name spilled from your lips like a prayer.

Eren pulled away, lips glistening, but he didn’t give you a moment to recover. He was already getting up, hands moving in a rush. His belt clattered to the floor, pants shoved down just enough before he was on you again.

His cock dragged against your entrance, teasing, tip slick with your release, and you whimpered, hips shifting, chasing the fullness you knew was coming.

Eren smirked at your desperation, but he didn’t keep you waiting. With one slow, deliberate push, he sank inside, stretching you inch by inch until he was fully seated.

You swore you could pass out.

It had been two years since you’d been filled like this, since someone had reached this deep, and your body clenched around him like it never wanted to let go.

Eren didn’t give you a second to adjust. There was no patience, no teasing this time. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, punching a gasp straight from your throat.

Your body jolted with the force of it, nails digging into his biceps as he set a brutal pace, each thrust knocking the breath out of you.

“Fuck—” you choked, toes curling as the head of his cock dragged against that spot deep inside you, the one that made your vision blur.

Eren only growled in response, his grip tightening as he forced your body to take every ruthless stroke. One hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it, keeping you exactly where he wanted. The other dug into your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise, as if he was afraid you’d slip away.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice rough, wrecked. “Taking me so fucking well. This pussy was made for me.”

Your walls clenched around him at his words, and he smirked like he felt it.

“Yeah?” His pace stuttered for just a second, just enough to make you whine, before he rammed into you even harder, making the bed creak beneath you. “You like that? You like being fucked like you’re mine?”

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Your moans were all he got, loud and desperate as pleasure built inside you, white-hot and unrelenting.

Eren leaned in, lips brushing your ear, his breath heavy and uneven. “Say it.”

You shook your head, stubborn even now, but he only chuckled darkly, his thumb pressing against your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your whole body seize.

“Say it,” he demanded again, voice dropping, dripping with possession. “Or I don’t let you come.”

You let out a broken whimper, so close you could taste it, pleasure teetering on the edge of unbearable. He kept moving, hips snapping against yours, cock driving so deep it felt like he was splitting you open.

“Say it,” Eren repeated, voice softer this time but no less dangerous, lips skimming your jaw as he fucked into you, relentless.

And when you finally broke, when the pleasure coiled too tight to fight it anymore, you gasped it out, barely above a whisper.

“Yours. I’m yours, Eren! Fuck–”

A groan tore from his throat, and his hips slammed into you with a new, desperate force, like he was trying to fuck the claim deeper, brand it into your bones.

“That’s right,” he growled, breath ragged, his fingers tightening around your throat. “You’re mine. This pussy—” he punctuated it with a brutal thrust, making you cry out, “—mine. Say it again.”

Your body shook beneath him, legs trembling, but you didn’t hesitate this time.

“Yours,” you gasped, fingers clawing at his back, trying to anchor yourself to something, anything, as he wrecked you. “Eren, I’m yours.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, his pace stuttered, like he was trying to control himself, like he was on the verge of unraveling completely. But then his hand slid down, hooking behind your knee, hiking your leg up to spread you even wider.

And fuck, the new angle had you seeing stars.

A sharp gasp left your lips, back arching off the bed as his cock hit even deeper, so deep it felt like he was ruining you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, watching the way your face twisted in pleasure. “You feel that? Feel how good you take me?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but moan as the heat in your stomach coiled impossibly tight, tension building, about to snap.

Eren must’ve felt it, how your walls fluttered around him, how your breath hitched in that telltale way, because his fingers moved to your clit, rubbing fast, ruthless circles that made your whole body jerk.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice strained, barely holding on himself.

You shook your head weakly, trying to fight it, trying to make this last just a little longer, but Eren wasn’t having it.

“Don’t fucking hold back,” he rasped, slamming into you harder. “Come. Now.”

That was all it took.

Your body locked up, pleasure hitting you in a crashing wave that ripped through your veins, hot and all-consuming. A sob tore from your throat as you clenched around him, shaking as the orgasm washed over you, leaving you completely wrecked beneath him.

Eren wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck—” he hissed through gritted teeth, hips stuttering as your tightness milked him. His grip on you turned bruising, and then he was burying himself deep with one last thrust, a low groan spilling from his lips as he filled you.

The room was silent except for your ragged breaths, your skin slick with sweat, bodies still tangled together.

Still breathless, Eren leaned down and kissed you, softer this time. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the wild thrum of his heartbeat. “I fucking love you so much,” he murmured against your lips. “Never gonna leave you, baby. Never gonna let you leave me either.”

Apologies for any mistakes, I’ll edit in the morning with fresh pairs of eyes 👀.

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isabeauwolf · 2 days ago

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Reader x Merman Law

Part 1 - Songstress and The Doctor

You weren't sure why.

You always loved the sea.

The turquoise waves, swaying back and forth when it's calm and peaceful. Or the harsh rolling and stormy, depths that appeared endless and ancient.

Perhaps you were too much of a dreamer? You swear, it felt as if the sea was calling you.

Something was waiting for you.

Luckily, your friends understood for the most part. No one in your hometown understood. Yes, they agreed that the ocean was beautiful, harsh and could be unforgiving, its own wonderous beauty and dangerously deadly.

You still loved the ocean all the same.

After every time, The Thousand Sunny docked in a new island or port either to explore, restock supplies or stretch your sea legs. Everyone sorted it as an odd quirk of yours, which you didn't mind. Sometimes, Sanji could go with you as an escort and bodyguard. It was funny how many times Zoro would get lost and somehow end up finding you. You'd laugh or smirk at his red, flustered expression on the swordsman's face.

You enjoyed their companionship, their company.

It became your early morning ritual to stand by the shoreline, every early dawn, dusk or twilight you'd immediately go where the land meets the sea.

However, if you were being honest. Your absolute favorite time to come was during the full moon, when the moon was at its highest, the starts were shining bright and full like glittering jewels in the sky.

You closed your eyes, swaying and moving as you hummed to yourself, then your tone grew gradually higher, yet still soft and gentle. "We used to walk all through the night. Looking for something we could never find." You didn't care that you were barefoot, the sand sticking to your feet as your twirled, "Now I alone sit in the deep and talk to ghosts I can't see." Preforming your own kagura dance for yourself, the ocean and the moon. "I hear the wind call my name. Oh, where can I find the trace," your clothes moved with you, twirling this way and that, following your movement as you raised your hand above your head to spin a tad bit faster. "Cruel moon, I cry for you to bring him back to my place."

Being near the sea always made you happy, you couldn't explain it. This undeniable pull, fleeting happiness, then the desire to dance and sing. Which you did whenever you were sad or happy. It gave you comfort, calmed you and soothed your soul.

You were so lost in your song and moonlit dance that you didn't notice the audience peaking at you from behind one of the rocks.

Bright, smoldering stormy silvers filled with interest and intelligence. Thought your voice was beautiful and bewitching as you swayed and danced by yourself on dry land on your two legs, you humans had. Your feet were covered in sand, and you didn't care. Other human females whined whenever their feet or shoes got dirty by the sand, which grated his sensitive ears. An annoyance yet he put up with them whenever had to, he was a doctor, after all.

Law came out here to get some peace and quiet, enjoy sound of the waves, thoughts drifting back to home in the North Blue, underneath the icy waters. He wanted to relax and swim to his hearts content when he heard someone approaching, he hid behind one of the big rocks. He's stuck. He could slip away, but something stops him.

You.

Here you were singing without a care in the world.

Unaware that you were being watched, or you ignored him.

The merman was enthralled, admiring you to his hearts content, knew it was immoral and rude. He couldn't glance away no matter how hard he tried, nor did he truly want to. His intense and observant gaze followed your every movement, every feminine curve from the hypnotizing sway of your hips or your glorious handfuls of bouncing, swells of your clothed chest.

"I used to feel magic in the night." You swayed and twirled once more, your hair flying and revealing your face and facing in his direction.

Shit, shit, shit! Law freezes as his heart completely stilled, fearing and inwardly panicking that he'd been caught, his heavy-lidded eyes widened a fraction. He hid himself further behind the giant rock, his hand tightened against the rocks surface. He knew it was selfish, but he wanted to continue watching you sing and dance just a moment longer.

Much to his silent delight your eyes were closed. Then it made him wonder what color were they? Brown? Blue? Green? What color of gems did you have hidden underneath your eyelids and long lashes?

He studied the rest of your figure as you remained standing still, moving from side to side, being led by an invisible lover or dance partner in your head. "Gazing at your eyes to find there the light." Your movements became more sensual, passionate and intimate; graceful, practiced and fluid. You opened your pretty, painted and kissable looking mouth, sang some more. "Now left alone out in the cold hearing the goodbye you told."

The longer the merman stared, the more spellbound he had become and felt his usual calm heartbeat thunder hard in his chest. Were you a secret siren or silky? A halfling between a mermaid and a human?

No. You didn't have any of the prominent or subtle traits along the other seafolk.

He decided that you were a normal human.

A very pretty human woman.

This need talk to you. His overly curious nature got the better of him, he wanted to get to know you hit him like a truck. Yet his nerves were twisted hard in his gut, if he went out now, you'd discover that he had been peeping in on you and would think he was a creep or a pervert.

Law decided to play it safe and remain hidden to finish observing your dancing and hearing your singing from afar until you were finished. He noticed your bright smile, it made his calming heart and control waver, the organ within his chest skipped a beat, Law was completely mesmerized, entranced when he saw your beautiful and bewitching gems underneath the moonlight.

No, you weren't a siren, a silky, even better, you were a nymph or the moon goddess herself. Hearing his own heartbeat thunder hard in his ears, swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbling and the merman felt his face flush. Law no doubt, knew he a stripe a blush adored his heated cheeks.

He felt an intense twinge of desire flooding his senses and pool within his gut, goosebumps prickling across the upper half of his body, causing him to shiver and silently hold in his shuddering gasp and a throaty groan.

This. This cannot be?

You were his other half.

His destined one.

His fated female.

Law had finally found what he'd been searching for since he began his journey searching The Grandline.

You.

Law heard footsteps approaching, a group of people drunkenly making their way towards you. His senses on high alert, his stormy silvers narrowed. Were they friends of yours or a threat? His body tensed, muscles bunching and straining, his inner instincts already showing itself. Harm his female and anybody who dared would soon regret it and learn why he's feared and known as "The Surgeon of Death." Teeth and nails sharpening, his silver iris' flickering into liquid gold, the whites of his eyes, flooding black. Lips curling into a snarl as he lowered himself deeper into the ocean, waiting.

"Hey, Y/n! Are you singing all by your lonesome again?" A man's voice called; it was high pitched. He was wearing a straw hat, had a bright and innocent looking smile. "C'mon! You're missing the party!" He had a scare underneath his eye and on his chest, it appeared to be knife wound and a burn scar.

StrawHat Luffy.

"Y/n, Sanji made your favorite cheesecake fruit salad for dessert!" Another man yelled, snickering with a cocky grin and wearing an orange cowboy hat, freckles adoring his cheeks. "Better come and get some before Luffy eats it all with you!"

You turn towards them, smiling turning into a frustrated pout. "Oh, you better not!" You fired back, picking up your dress and sprinting towards them. "I'll kick your rubber ass, Luffy!"

Fire Fist Ace.

A third man appeared, laughing. A blonde, donning a blue top hat on his head, goggles and a metal pile strapped to his back, sporting a burn scare over his eye. "Hey look, it's our sea otter. There she is!" He teased, Luffy and Ace cackling along.

The Dragon Sabo.

You reached the top of the high sandy dunes and grass, further away from Law. Of course, you weren't alone. What's worse is you had three male companions with you. He recognized all three of those human men, each powerful in their own right. Luffy, a follow Supernova and Member of The Worst Generation of Pirates, same as Law himself.

Ace and Sabo were from the previous Generation, it was concerning that all three were involved with, but no matter.

He felt a warning and possessive growl trying to escape his chest. Mine, he whispered to himself darkly.

Law will win your heart.

He watched you four walk away, keeping his gaze on your retreating figure. Law's jaw grinded hard, his hands tightened at his side, placing his hand into the rock as he tried to calm his breathing, he needed a level head to think. His instincts demanded him to drag you away from those men, pull you into is arms and drag you into the nest he had been preparing for months. He didn't know why he'd settled for his location compared to others, it felt right.

No, he couldn't do that. He'd be no better than King Doflamingo, giant merman who delighted in growing his harem of any female or male he desired, willingly or no. Mermaid, water nymphs, human, silky, he didn't care, if he got his hands on them, they were his. His mates and property, for his pleasure and carrying his offspring.

Law, maybe a pirate merman, but he was better than that.

Taking a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling, huffing a breath through his nose as he glared at the direction you had wandered off to. He panted, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins; his body and eyes returning to normal. "Dammit, now of all times." He muttered to himself; it was close to mating season for the merfolk. Hand clenched, the rock cracking as he released a small amount of Haki, a small crater formed as the rock took damage and chuckles broke and crumbled. "Double dammit." He hissed, driving down into the water and towards his home, your shared nest. "Need to think. Need to plan." Law shook his head, swimming after away from you, despite every muscle in his body aching to go back towards your call.

He remembered the lyrics to your song. "Cruel Moon, indeed." He chuckled to himself, lips quirking into a smug smirk. Law may not have talked to you today, but now, he knew your name. "Y/n."

----- End of Part 1 -----

Part 2: Warning

This was a huge impulse writes and let's face it we need more Merman Law. Yes, I'm back with the fated mates trope, again. XD What can I say? I love it! It ain't stopping!

Gimme your thoughts, if you love my other Law fanfics.

Song I listened to while writing: "Cruel Moon" by Arca - Moonlight Lady ED, "Come to me" (Instrumental) from Fright Night

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sturnsblogs · 3 days ago

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TANGLED IN US

SKATER!CHRIS X FAVORITE!EX!READER

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It had been a month since you and Chris last spoke. A whole month of silence—no texts, no calls, no conversations. Just the awkward space between you that you both refused to acknowledge, but it still lingered like a shadow.

You couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever go back to normal. And the worst part? You missed him.

That’s why, when you heard about this party, you couldn’t help but go. Maybe it was the chance to finally see him again, or maybe it was because you were trying not to care. Either way, you were walking into a storm.

The music was already thumping through the walls, and the lights were dim enough to give the place a hazy, chaotic vibe. You knew exactly who’d be here.

And there he was—Chris, leaning against a wall, beer in hand, a girl practically draped over him.

Your stomach twisted, but you forced yourself to stay calm. You don’t care. You shouldn’t care.

Chris caught your eye from across the room, and something in his expression shifted. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down, but then his gaze went straight to the girl, and he whispered something in her ear, pulling her closer.

It stung, but you didn’t care. Right?

You let some guy—Noah? Nate? You didn’t care—flirt with you. You let him lean in, laugh at something he said, let his hand linger on your hip. And you felt Chris’s stare, burning into the side of your face.

It wasn’t long before Chris pushed himself off the wall and made a very obvious move toward you.

“We need to talk. Now.” His voice was sharp, his jaw clenched.

You crossed your arms, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking affected. “I don’t think we do.”

Chris let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That’s funny, ‘cause you looked real bothered when you saw me with her.”

You scoffed. “Oh, you mean the girl you were all over just now? Please, Chris, you’re so predictable.”

He stepped closer, towering over you, his voice dropping. “And what the fuck do you call what you were doing? You think I don’t see you letting that guy touch you just to piss me off?”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your heart pounded. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Chris clenched his jaw, his fists at his sides. “Right. You don’t. Just like I don’t owe you shit either, huh?”

You glared at him. “Go back to her, Chris. You seemed real comfortable.”

His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Gladly.”

And just like that, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, fists clenched, furious—and hating how much it hurt.

—

By the time you got home, you were still fuming. You had half a mind to block his number just to avoid the inevitable bullshit.

But then your phone buzzed.

Chris calling.

You sighed, staring at the screen. You knew exactly what this was—drunken nonsense, slurred words, regret and anger rolled into one.

You should ignore it. You should let it go to voicemail.

But… you didn’t.

You answered with a dry, “What?”

“Ohhh, so you answer now? That’s crazy,” Chris slurred, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t seem too interested in talking earlier.”

You rolled your eyes, already regretting picking up. “Chris, I’m not doing this right now.”

“Not doing what, exactly?” he snapped. “Not talking to me? Not giving a fuck about me? Because you made that real fucking clear tonight, mama.”

You froze, catching something in his voice. It wasn’t just anger—he sounded… off. More than just drunk.

“Chris, where are you?” you asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.

He laughed, but it was hollow. “Why do you care?”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Because you sound wasted, and I don’t trust you not to do something stupid.”

Chris went quiet for a second, then scoffed. “That’s rich. You didn’t care earlier. Didn’t care when you were all over that guy.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to stay calm. “Chris, I’m serious. Where are you?”

“Ohhh, now she cares,” he mumbled. “That’s funny. Real funny. You don’t want me, but the second I’m like this, suddenly you give a fuck?”

Your chest tightened. “Chris, I do—” You stopped yourself. “Just tell me where you are.”

He sniffed, and for the first time, his voice cracked a little. “I don’t know. Some bar, I think. Doesn’t really matter, does it?”

You exhaled, your decision already made. “Send me your location.”

He hesitated. “Why?”

“Because I’m coming to get you, dumbass.”

Silence. Then a soft, slurred ”…okay.”

—

When you pulled up outside the bar, you spotted him immediately—sitting on the curb, elbows on his knees, staring at the pavement.

Chris lifted his head when he saw you, lips curling into a smirk. “Mama, I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and get in the car.”

He let out a dramatic sigh but pushed himself up, swaying slightly before making his way over.

As soon as you pulled into your driveway, Chris turned to you with his signature pout. “Lemme stay, baby. Just for tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Chris.”

“Please?” he slurred. “Your bed’s so comfy… and I don’t wanna be alone.”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Chris, this is a bad idea.”

He pouted deeper. “Mama, you know I sleep better here.”

You hesitated, and he smirked slightly. “Don’t make me sleep on the couch. That’s actually cruel.”

“Fine.” You gave in, exasperated.

Chris immediately collapsed onto your bed, pulling you in before you could even argue.

And then—his lips pressed against your neck.

Soft. Warm. A little too familiar.

Your entire body tensed. “Chris.”

He hummed, barely lifting his head. “What?” His lips brushed your skin again, lingering this time.

You immediately pushed at his chest, shifting away from him. “No. We’re not doing that.”

Chris groaned dramatically, pulling you right back into him. “Fine, fine. No funny business. Just let me hold you.”

You huffed but didn’t pull away again.

Chris buried his face in your shoulder, letting out a slow sigh—a sound that was almost… relieved.

After a few moments of silence, his voice dropped, quieter now. “I love you, you know.”

Your breath caught.

He nuzzled closer, his voice slurred but dead serious. “Always have. Always will.”

You swallowed hard. “Chris…”

He didn’t let you finish. “I mean it, mama.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

Because you knew if you did, you might just tell him that you loved him too.

And that was a truth you weren’t ready to face.

Chris sighed, tightening his grip around you like he was afraid you’d slip away. “Just let me have this. Just tonight.”

You hesitated, then finally whispered, “Okay.”

He stayed silent for a few moments, and then his voice softened, almost like he was thinking aloud.

“I remember the first time I saw you.”

Your heartbeat skipped. The sudden shift in his tone caught you off guard. “What?”

Chris smiled softly, the expression almost fond. “Yeah. I remember like it was yesterday. You were standing there, all confident and cool, like you knew you owned the room. And I just—” He paused, his voice going a little quieter. “I knew. I just knew we were meant to be.”

You stayed silent, not sure what to say.

Chris shifted in bed, now turning to face you more fully, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he spoke. “I wasn’t ready for it then. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was getting into. But… the moment I saw you, I knew.”

He paused, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. “I’ve never felt like that before. Like… like something inside me clicked. It’s been you from the start, Y/N. Always.”

Your chest tightened. You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond. The words he was saying, the way his eyes were looking at you—like he was already too sure of everything—was overwhelming.

Chris didn’t seem to mind the silence. He just held you a little tighter, letting his lips brush your forehead. “I don’t care how much time has passed, or how messed up everything’s been. It’s always been you.”

You felt your heart ache at the vulnerability in his words. Chris never opened up like this—never showed his softer side unless he was drunk, and even then, it was rare.

But now, with him holding you close, his voice sincere and raw, you could feel his sincerity seep into you, making your chest heavy with the weight of it all.

For a moment, there was no fighting, no games, no back and forth. Just Chris, you, and this fragile moment of truth.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt yourself soften—just a little.

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gojoidyll · 1 day ago

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blindsided pt 2

simon ghost riley x fem!reader

summary | you're blind and haven't realized that you were in the apocalypse. thankfully, some military men point that fact out to you.

pt 1

“We’re really in it now, Bob?”

With the new insight on how the world basically ended while you were busy being an introvert, you quickly found a bench and sat on it, Bob sitting next to you in response.

“Who’s Bob?”

Hearing the name of your dog leave a stranger’s mouth with that accent made you smile a bit before leaning back in the bench, “Bob’s my dog.”

One of them snorted, “who gave them that name?”

You shrugged, “dunno, he had that name when he was given to me as a service animal.”

Another them hummed and you tried to calm your nerves when you heard one of the rustle and turn, the sound of something clicking and then-

You flinched when a gun went off and something a little far tumbled to the ground. It made your stomach lurch at the thought that it was Pervert Jerry undoubtedly getting a taste of a bullet. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in your stomach, even as you sat on that bench. Eventually, you’ll have to walk back home and step over Jerry’s corpse. Sure the two of you weren’t exactly friends and he had his pervert tendencies, but he was still your friend and he still looked out for you.

But now he was-

“You two close?”

You jumped and tilted your head up, “oh – uh- no… he was my neighbor, I guess it just … doesn’t feel real that he’s gone.”

“Love, from the looks of it, he’s been gone awhile.”

“Right…,” you stood up then, Bob moving to stand with you.

“Where you going?”

“Ehhh? Home, I guess. I mean, sure it’s the apocalypse now, but it’s not like there is much else for me to do now…”

You flicked the leash as Bob quickly got the message and started walking, tugging you along, as he headed in the direction of your house.

“Lass.”

“Hmm?”

Their footsteps were too quiet for your liking as they followed you, the only sound coming off of them was the slight movement that caused their equipment to jiggle and clang, they aren’t some ragtag group. They know how to move quietly. Military maybe? Mercenaries?

“We know we don’t have a right to ask, but-“

Even if the sentence hung in the air, you already knew the question, and you hated how it tugged at your heart. The world was in tatters, and you were too blind to even see it happen, quite literally, in fact. And while you were living in bliss, everyone else was fighting for their lives and getting eaten by rotting corpses that rose from the dead.

“Sure, just follow me. I don’t eat much, so I still have plenty of food and among other stuff too.”

“Thanks, love.”

And in your trek home, you learned a lot about the four men. They were a team, in the military, and obviously had fighting experience.

The one who liked to call you lass was Johnny who went by Soap. The one who called you love was their Captain, John. The one who was more formal and kind to you was Kyle. And finally, the one who had the most snark and seemed to sass you the most was Ghost. He didn’t offer his real name and the others didn’t either.

All and all, they seemed pretty close knit, the only thing you could offer them was a place to sleep as it honestly seemed they had everything else handled. You wondered, slightly, if you had working vision, then would you be coordinated like them? Or would you have ended up like Jerry?

“Nice place. And you live here alone?”

You nodded as they filed inside and even dying a little inside as three out of the four seemed to just waltz right tin without taking their shoes off. You tried to ignore it though as you reached for the door, closed it, and fumbled a little before finding the lock and turning it, a small click resounding loud before a sigh left you.

Bob was already out of his leash as you took of your shoes and gently pushed them to the side, the one who was also by the door mimicked you.

“Thank you, doing that helps me not trip on them.”

“No problem.”

Ah, it was Kyle then. You decided that he will be your favorite. Smiling at him, you wondered if you should be keeping your head level or looking up, but you decided to ignore it and just nod to him.

“So,” you started as you went down the hall and entered the living room where you hoped everyone was and that you weren’t talking to an empty ass room, “what are you guys going to do now?”

If they stayed for too long, you knew you would get attached. You also knew that when they would leave … well, they certainly wouldn’t take a blind woman with them. So for now, you will just go with the flow and get to know them little by little.

#cod #call of duty #simon #simon riley #cod zombies #call of duty zombies #simon x you #simon x reader

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simonrileysfavteacup · 1 day ago

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My Knight In Shining Armour Chapter 2

Pairing: Knight!ghost x Princess!reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: None! (yet...)

Summary: You never thought you needed a bodyguard. Especially not one of your father’s men. But it just so happens to be that this particular man is one who’s a sight for sore eyes. But you also could never fall for your Knight, right? Not a commoner, no…

Author's Note: TOOK A MINUTE BUT ITS HERE!

The first place you led him was the library. A room so large, filled with every single book you could ever think of.

You glance around the room, looking for the book you wanted. You spot it on a shelf up above, heading to the ladder to climb up. The second your foot even landed on the first step, you heard someone behind you clear their throat.

You look over your shoulder, “Yes?”

“Your highness,” he steps forward, gently pushing you back, climbing up and grabbing the book you wanted.

He comes back down and hands it to you before returning to the door, guarding it.

You shrug, sitting down in one of the comfiest chairs in the room, beginning to read.

Well, pretending to read.

You’re actually looking at him over the top of your book, examining him. He’s quiet. Shy. Introvert. Bashful. He stays to himself. He’s not as invading as you thought he would be.

You wonder.

Until he clears his throat again, “Your highness?”

“Yes?” you raise an eyebrow.

“The book is upside down,” you can almost hear him chuckling under his balaclava.

Your cheeks flush red, as you turn the book over, covering your face with it. “That’s just how I like to read! Don’t judge me! I’ll fire you.”

“I don’t believe that decision is up to you,” he shrugs, staying at the door, not glancing at you.

Nevermind. He’s infuriating. Why is he giving you attitude? You’re just curious!

“Why do you wear a balaclava but not your helmet?”

“Personal choice. The King approves.”

“But why?”

“I don’t believe it’s your business, your highness.”

That attitude again! Why is he ‘not believing’ things? That’s your job to tell him what to believe and what not to. Ugh, this is not going to be fun.

You narrow your eyes at him before going back to your book. “No name either?”

“For your information, my name is Ghost. You can address me as such.”

“But why no real name? Your parents obviously didn’t name you Ghost.”

He stiffens at the mention of parents.

“Sorry…” you curl in on yourself. Now the conversations awkward.

“When I became a knight, I couldn’t let anyone know who I really was. I have a history.”

“That prevents you from becoming a knight?”

“No. It puts a target on my back and on your back. And on everyone in the kingdom.”

“Oh…it’s that bad…”

You look up from your book at it. He’s staring straight ahead, not at you.

“I’m…I’m sorry I asked…”

“It’s alright, your highness. You may read,” he nods, his voice gruff.

As if you were asking for his permission.

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You arrive at the dining room, curtsying to your father, who sits at the head of the table. You take your seat, and notice Ghost stands directly behind your chair. Your mother sits across from you, her head bowed low.

Supper is served, in silence, you dine.

Your father clears his throat, “How has the day been?”

“Fine,” you shrug.

“And Ghost?”

“He is a wonderful knight,” who already reminds you of your father.

“He is excellent,” your father smiles at him, to which you don’t turn around to see his reaction.

“Father, I wish to visit the market tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I need a new dress.”

“The modiste can come straight to your bedroom.”

“Yes, but she always does. For once, I’d like to visit her instead.”

“It is unsafe.”

“I will have Sir Ghost with me.”

“The market is not a place for a princess.”

“I just wish to shop.”

“What do you desire? A dress? Your mother shall have the modiste here tomorrow.”

“But father, I do not want her here. I want to visit her shop-“

“You do not leave this castle. Am I clear?”

Silence. You look down at your lap.

“I said am I clear?” he repeats.

“Yes, your majesty…” you whisper.

“Good. Ghost?” your father calls to him. “Make sure she does not step foot out of this castle for the next 4 weeks.”

You look up. 4 weeks? That’s cruel. Even for him.

Ghost, just stands there, and nods. You glance at your mother. Her head is still bowed low, her eyes not daring to meet yours.

You pick at your food, having lost your appetite.

Going out of the castle has always been an issue with your father. As the only heir, and a female, your only job has been to marry a Prince and have him rule this kingdom. And give him many heirs. So protect your face and your ovaries. That’s it.

Many in this kingdom would like to end your life. Ending the only heir to the throne would end the King’s rule. And a new king would be forced to take over.

Many do not like your father. You don’t blame them either.

“I’m going to bed, goodnight…” you push your plate aside, getting up.

You walk out of the dining hall with no protests from your parents, hearing Ghost’s footsteps behind you. You walk down the silent halls to your quarters, entering the large luscious bedroom. Before you can close the doors, Ghost slides his foot between the doors.

“I am heading to bed?”

“I’ve been given strict orders to stay with you at all times.”

“Even in my bedroom?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“Isn’t that a little creepy?”

“It is my orders. I shall face away if that is what you desire.”

“Yeah, I do desire you to face away. And to close your ears.”

“As you wish, Princess.”

Oh. He’s mocking you. The way Princess rolls off his tongue as he steps into your bedroom, facing the wall. You scoff, walking towards your closet. You get changed into a nightgown and silk robe, freeing your hair of it’s style.

You walk back into your bedroom from your bathroom, after doing your nightly routine, sighing as you stand in front of your bed. He’s still standing facing the window, his back to you.

“Where will you sleep?” you ask.

“I will not,” he responds, not even looking at you.

“How? You can not survive without sleep,” you cross your arms over your chest, nipples peeking through your nightgown. Why did you choose to sleep without a bra? You don’t know.

“I can, Princess,” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fine then. If you do require rest, there is an extra blanket in the closet,” you get into your comfy blankets, sighing.

It was going to be a long night of tossing and turning.

And hearing his breathing through that stupid, stupid balaclava.

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A musical history lesson

AN: I'm writing this on the way back from seeing Hamilton so once again I am hoping this reaches the right niche. Currently thinking of Spencer wincing at every inaccuracy or crying into his sweater during it's quiet uptown or who lives who dies who tells your story.

CW: reader is a theatre kid (is that even a warning?), spoilers for Hamilton I guess, references to six the musical and Wicked

You were a theatre kid. A quiet one at that. You didn't talk about it however you had your programs proudly displayed in your bedroom. It wasn't something you'd told Spencer about. It was your own little slice of personal life away from your job.

Penelope found out when you came in with a subtle reference to Six the Musical pinned on your lapel. A simple pin, 'sorry not sorry,' something that no one would notice unless they were a fan. With that Penelope had to ask you about it. Since then, she'd become your go to theatre friend.

One day, Spencer was trying to find you and decided to check Penelope's 'batcave'. Inside, he found the two of you, karaoke on screen, recreating Popular from Wicked. Needless to say the pure joy on your face was something Spencer wasn't going to forget it anytime soon.

"Hey guys," Spencer said, knocking on the already open doors. You freezed and just couldn't help but stare like a child that had been caught jumping on the bed. "Hey Spence," you managed to get out. "Wicked?" Spencer asked with a soft laugh. Penelope nodded eagerly. "Did you know your partner was a theatre kid? Honestly, I'm jealous of the shows they've seen." Unlike you, Penelope was more than happy to preach about how many shows she's seen. "They're going to Hamilton next week. I am so jealous." Spencer raised an eyebrow, unaware that was your plans. "Yeah, I'm going with one of my friends," You confirmed with a small nod. Spencer's raised eyebrow turned into a soft smile at your sheepish expression.

The day had come and you were getting ready at home. You were always one to dress nicely at the theatre. Then your phone went off. Your friend had to cancel. Great. You had a spare ticket now and you didn't exactly want to go alone. So you messaged Spencer. You explained everything and he was immediately on board. He wanted to share this little side of your world with you.

And so the two of you were sat in the theatre, Spencer adjusting his glasses and wondering why everyone was taking a picture of the stage. You were practically buzzing, hands eagerly around his bicep. The message about silencing phone played and you excitedly squeezed his arm. Then Spencer heard it. Or rather felt it. The beginning notes thundered through the theatre and Spencer was already gripped. It just drew you in and held you in a choke hold.

However, every so often, he'd wince softly. Calling Hamilton's mother a whore? Well, that was most likely a rumour started by her ex husband, Spencer thought. Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after Hamilton? Regardless of the fact that they said it was true, Spencer knew it wasn't easy to prove since there was no evidence of the feral cats records so that was up in debate. He winced again when events were mildly out of order, like how Philip Hamilton was killed after the election of 1800. But you were enjoying it and Spencer was enjoying watching you enjoy it.

The first act was fun. During the interval, you were excitedly gushing to Spencer about different tidbits of theatre facts about the show and before you knew it, it was the second act. You were loving it. Until Stay Alive reprise. Spencer heard you sniff. He looked down, seeing tears fall down your face. The tears only came out more when the opening notes to Its Quiet Uptown filled the theatre. You practically burried yourself in Spencer's side. He gently stroked your arm, trying to soothe you. You couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy. Spencer really was a sweetheart.

By the end of it, you were crying back into his jumper, the soft material absorbing your tears. Eliza's gasp only further broke you. You were one of the first one to stand for the ovation. Spencer smiled softly at seeing you in such an emotional state. It was endearing to see you so passionately invested.

"So, what did you think of it?" Spencer asked once you'd made it back to your car. "I cried at least three times and it emotionally destroyed me," you said simply, wiping the few remaining tears from your eyes, "Ten out of ten, would see again." Spencer chuckled and smiled as he climbed into the passenger seat. "Did you enjoy it?" you asked, climbing into the driver's side, eager to hear Spencer's opinion. "There were some… Inaccuracies," Spencer shrugged. "I could tell," you laughed, "You were wincing and it looked like you were mentally correcting the show." "It was good, don't get me wrong," Spencer reassured you. "So can I bring you to the next show?" you asked. It would be nice to bring him along more. A cute date for the two of you. It meant a lot to Spencer too, you asking him that. You were letting him into that little corner of your life that you kept hidden from everyone else at work. "I'd be honoured to accompany you to your next show." And as those words left his mouth, the smile that appeared on your face made every future show worth it if it meant to see that excited, pure smile.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #i love spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #dr reid #criminal minds fanfic #Spotify

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gottagobackintime · 2 years ago

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I liked that we only got to see Trent look at Colin this episode. Having him observe Colin and then deciding what to do feels like a very Trent thing to do. Yes, Colin kissing Michael where anyone could see is bad if he wants to keep it a secret. And that's a conversation that I'm not getting into now. BUT, what does Trent actually know about Colin in terms of being out or not. He knows that Colin isn't out to the public, obviously, because it would have made headlines. But he doesn't know if Colin is out to his teammates and leaders. We know he isn't but Trent doesn't. He saw Colin and Michael kiss and he heard what Colin said in the latest episode. Yes, Colin brought Michael to Sam's restaurant and introduced him as his pal, his wingman. Trent could have heard that, he was sitting close by, but did he? I mean every shot we got of him he was clearly deep into his own conversation with various people at his table. Would he have picked up what Colin said, and remembered it? I don't think so.

So he observes Colin, because now he knows something new but not enough. And I know that a lot of you feel like Trent should warn him, tell him that he saw them kissing. But honestly, Colin is an adult who knows that there are no out players. He knows that it would make headlines, he knows he's not out to the team, and he still chose to kiss his boyfriend in an alley. Sure he could have been drunk or just wanted to kiss his boyfriend, consequences be damned. But he still chose to do it. So Trent has two choices, act like Colin doesn't have a clue what it's like being gay, telling him he needs to be careful because people can see him if he's kissing his boyfriend in public (which would honestly be condescending) or he doesn't say anything, he waits and sees how Colin acts, to see if he should mention anything to him. Trent has clearly chosen the latter option for now and we'll see where this goes.

There's also the "is Trent gay or not" aspect, I say he is. And if we're going with that assumption we also have to think about, is Trent himself out? Or rather, is he out to people at work. Because coming out isn't a singular event, you'll always come out. Every time you meet someone who doesn't know who you are, you'll have to decide if you're going to come out to them or not. I'm leaning towards him, not being in the closet, but rather him keeping his private life to himself and being open with friends and family. He's not hiding it and he's not ashamed, he just doesn't tell anyone, because it's not relevant when he's at work. And I say that as someone who loves reading fanfics where he is an openly gay sports journalist.

Where am I going with this? I don't know, I never know what my point is. BUT, I do think that we'll see similar scenes of Trent just observing Colin until perhaps the Amsterdam episode. And that's where he tells Colin that he knows and/or that he's gay himself. And then we might see Colin confiding in him and Trent might help him with a statement for when he's ready to tell the world. Because I do believe that he will tell the public. I don't know if it will be because he's been outed or he's doing it of his own free will. I don't really mind, I think they'll give us something that will rip our hearts out either way. But I am a believer in "gay mentor" Trent Crimm, giving Colin someone "in the business" to confide in.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #trent crimm #colin hughes #nicole watches stuff #I just had to get this thought out because I'm so excited about this storyline #and that look from Trent was *chef's kiss*#I wonder if we'll get more comments like ''sounds a bit gay bruv'' but with Trent present #that I think would be ''nice''#nice in a ''another gay person hears it and doesn't let it slide'' way #because colin not saying anything is understandable and been there done that got the t-shirt you know #because you don't want to open that can of worms when it's people you like #but while Trent has gotten to know these people he even seems to like at least some of them #I wonder if he would be quiet if he heard that #and then there's also the aspect of having someone else say it for you #anyway gay trent crimm is real you cannot take that from me

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I think the reason I'm so uncomfortable in conversation with cis men is because in my life the image I've grown up with is that from the American movies and while there's so much to be said about how women in those are basically objects or exclusively love interests or just Really Really forgettable I feel like there's also something to be mentioned about how most of these men are all the same pseudo-tough-guy character that's cool and suave and sexy and the only emotion he's capable of is nonchalant banter (it feels worth mentioning that the American movies I'm referring to are all from the last century I have no idea if that's changed in these last years but a gut feeling tells me no) and I also barely talk to the guys from my grade so the result of kind of growing up with that is that I just genuinely can not imagine real cis men with a complex inner emotional landscape. Maybe this is also an empathy thing but I genuinely can not imagine most cishet guys doing normal people things in their free time that aren't gaming or going to the gym or...idk. making music too I suppose. It's quite comical really but I just can not imagine cishet men with interests or doing stuff like having crushes and it's so strange because I know for a fact I am generally speaking not a sexist person but this little tidbit of apparently just not being able to view cishet men as normal people? Can't get that to go away even if I logically know it's silly. There's a point in this post about how toxic masculinity is a huge issue and affects even those not affected by it and runs really really deep or whatever but I'm too tired to coherently put it together. On the positive side now I get really happy when I see men online talk about how much they love their wives and all that because it's like "wow! Crazy you really are just a normal dude and not some James Bond knock-off like I thought every cishet man was supposed to be! Thank god!"

#i also think thats why I like poets so much #i mean sure there's poets that were complicated as people but what other kind of person would actually express emotions like that #you can really get me with men that are just genuienly chill and nice dudes because something in me does not believe they actually exist #and that scares me a little i have to confess that scares me a little #men scare me a little and that's so sad #women too but in a different way #that's just because I'm shy and awkward #thats more fear of the interaction #but with cis men it's just genuine fear of the human being #well more of an intense discomfort but still #i can talk to them but it's always awkward and stilted and I'm stuttering and tripping over words and all that #there's genuienly one man I can have an actual conversation with. one. well besides my father but thats different #it's also that underlying fear of being judged #I can handle being judged by a woman just fine we're on equal footing there we're good #but with men? nope. I just stay quiet before I can say anything dumb #i do wonder sometimes where that came from but I guess it's really just the stuff I grew up with #i mean I was basically raised by movies and audio dramas #and almost all of them were. older. on the older side. but not Old. that stuff came later #surprisingly though there's a whole string of musical comedies from the 30s where the main guys main thing is just thag he's really down bad #for this woman who almost never is also really down bad for him #never really heard talk of being a lovesick teenager who really wanted to go out with that one girl but was always too shy to ask from a man #in an old film. but also not really in real life i won't lie there.#anyways back to topic can we as a society please allow men to be cringefail and sappy in a genuine way instead of pretending to be cool #we need to bring back the romantic era where everyone actually made a big deal out of stuff like friendship and feelings #boy i should sleep

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the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)

#just watched weathering with you. it was really good. REALLY good #i remember when it came out people were saying it was better than your name. but now it seems the general opinion switched?#your name changed my brain chemistry and outlook on life. i think weathering with you may do the same #so to me i think they're like on pare with eachother. i dont know if i can choose which is my fav now LOL #they are sisters to me..... sisters to me...... quick review below watch out for spoilers #i dont think i'll be too detailed but i do also just recommend watching it its a great movie #I DID like the soundtrack in your name a BIT better like the score had a few more hooks for me and i loved all the insert songs #while in wwy i liked the last three inserts but the first couple didnt really grab me. but its all radwimps so its all good LOL #the side characters in wwy were so good tho like i loved all the cast so much #of course i adored the main characters of your name and wwy both. but the side cast in wwy ruled i think i'll remember them for a long time #the taki jumpscare was also great. my boy was here. my boy was here. just for a minute #i also adored how unhinged the main character of wwy was. hodaka was like. a bit unwell? HJKDJHKFD i thought it was great #weird and quiet but desperately a bit violent in a way that i think was very relatable #i also loved the like. message? sorry that sounds sappy but i liked that like the story was kind of like #coming to hina who is working so hard and forced by herself and circumstance to grow up so early and sacrifice so much #and grabbing her by the shoulders and telling her YOU CAN LIVE!!! YOU CAN HAVE FUN!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!#i think it was so sweet and such a strong sentiment. wonderful movie. also there was guns and i was so scared #i think that might actually by why i love how high stakes the plots get in these movies like the character design and personalities are so #real and down to earth so when you go to the beautiful planetary skyscapes and also the exploding vehicals you get like so in awe or scared #it does also make me laugh tho now thinking about the your name nendos. you can just barely make nendos of them. you cannot make a nendo of #hodaka. hina maybe. but not hodaka. he is. some guy. the most some guy. visually at least. mentally hes got. something happening <3 #loved him so much. hes normal. hes normal. oh they did make some popup parades thats cute #altho it is a bit funny looking. that is just like two normal teenagers JHKLDSHKFDLSafdjksd #anyway next up i'll probably watch the chair movie. ive heard a couple songs from it and they were pretty good so im excited #it also makes me realize i need to watch more of his back catalogue other than 5cm.... he has way more movies than i remembered #i hope someday he gets to make the yuri movie he wanted to. it would be unreal. huge beautiful skys. ecological disasters. girls kissing #oh i hope he gets to do it one day..... one day.....#EDIT: WAIT THEY DID MAKE A NENDO OF HODAKA AND HINA.... LIKE FULL NENDOS NOT EVEN PETITE.....#HODAKA REALLY DOES JUST LOOK LIKE SOME DUDE.... AWESOME

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If tumblr let its users be mysterious and menacing, I fear the app would break in a day

He probably does know it's amaya because of skors reaction to it, but he's gonna completely forget and bring her up again i bet

He's gonna have to get like 3 different people to confirm that he heard what he thought he did

Ah yes I forgot about the Stubby Horns. I was gonna say we could use terry to compare AFAB and AMAB earthblood elves, seeing as he's trans, but then I remembered its very likely he's already undergone some sort of transition, and we don't really see any AMAB earthblood elves anyway, apart from the drakewood guy. I would just like to offer a counter on the sunfire elves, though. Have you seen janai. She is a giant

YOURE ONE TO TALK GREN. Amaya would find it hilarious though

My exact thought process here was: 'pft ye that's tr- wait was that a Hamilton ref- THAT *WAS* A HAMILTON REFERENCE' and yes, I did read it Burr's voice. Before i even realised it was a Hamilton reference

I'm going with the 'phoe-phoe bent reality' theory, I refuse to believe the continent that houses 5 different human kingdoms, a large population of dragons and at least 6 different elf societies can be traveled across in ~3 weeks

Way to go ram! Introduce therapy to the group i beg, they all need it

Ye, I think you brought it up in chapter... the one where andromeda and rayla talk? But it seems like it's not the fact that she didn't kill Marcos that was the problem (I mean. It was a problem but still), but rather the fact that she lied about it. That couldve been interesting if callisto hadn't spoken for her though, would they have gone on to kill her? Or would they still realise that the responsibility was somewhat shared? Would skor have suggested to kill runaan as well? I don't think he would, because runaan didn't betray them or anything, he just made a slight mistake in bringing her, but still

He had none to begin with. He was born with his sanity already on the negative numbers

Anyone who found the body would probably think that it was an animal thag had been mostly eaten or something

Oooh I wonder what zubeias reaction to seeing the entire group she sent out to kill the king and Prince turn up with said Prince but also her son who was presumed dead. That'll be interesting (in a good way). Also I think I've asked this before but are you going with the harrow-is-a-bird theory, or are you going with harrow-is-actually-dead?

He seems to be a very 'I know exactly how I feel' guy about everything except his family. I mean, I think tiadrin and lain definitely *did* love rayla, they just had a very, very different way of showing it. And obviously no one knows yet that the dragon gaurd didn't run away, so everyone's just left with a sense of 'damn these two suck' because in their eyes these 2 abandoned their daughter for something (in their culture, at least) arguably more important, but then abandoned that as well. So most people have their opinions on the whole situation, because like you said they didn't know tiadrin and lain that well, but runaan has no idea what to do because they're still his best friends/siblings, and raylas still their daughter, but also they just haven't been there for the vast majority of her life, and pretty much told everyone that they wouldn't come back for her by abandoning the egg. Anyway idk if that mare any sense it was just me rambling but that's what u make if the whole situation

We just love to watch people suffer lol

Harrows mistakes are the entire reason the show happened in the first place tbh

Oh you just know that the moment his quiet kid persona is needed, it's absolutely nowhere to be found and he is suddenly the most socially inept, clueless person you've ever met

Rams spent his whole life being an only child, and now he has two younger siblings to compete with that his dad dosent even know about yet

Different Path Taken Ch19 P1: Runaan and Skor's Discussion

I'm not as happy with this section as I have been with some of the other tough ones, and I haven't quite isolated what the problem is. It might end up going through some bigger edits? I don't know, I kinda wanna just be done with it, since while it feels clumsy, it did go over what I wanted it to do.

Skor wasn’t far away when Runaan found him. He didn’t even need to track prints through the snow, as the other swordsman was sitting on an outcropping of rock within sight of the cave entrance, eyes fixed on the human village below. Runaan made sure to crunch a bit of snow on his approach, and saw Skor glance at him, so he wasn’t startled when Runaan sat down on the rock beside him.

“How stable are you?” Runaan asked softly, without looking directly at him, just looking out of the corner of his eye.

Skor sighed through his nose. “He’s coming with us, isn’t he.”

“I asked first.”

“That’s a yes.” Skor rubbed his forehead tiredly, and when Runaan looked a little closer, he winced internally at the exhausted lines around his eyes and the tight pupils. He wasn’t panicked anymore, but this was taking a toll on him.

Runaan sighed, not bothering to contradict him, and cast his own eyes down to the village. He spared a moment to hope Rayla - and those he had sent with her - were doing well, and the humans had found some help for the egg. “It seems the most viable option going forward.”

“We can’t trust him.” Skor growled. “You know better than anyone, Runaan. Humans can’t be trusted and that one works for her.”

Runaan tilted his head at him. “And what makes the princes so different?”

Skor pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. “Nothin’. Small children don’t have higher morals, they have needs and people who fill them, and human children grow up slower than ours in that way. Right now, that’s us, so of course Ezran wants to help. It might even work for a few years. But once he goes home, is surrounded by adults that hate us the way they do for enough years? I doubt it will last. Callum is old enough t’ have his own values, but he won’t be the one on the throne that could actually harm us.”

Runaan frowned a bit and looked back down to the village, where he had sent them, entrusting the future of the world to the boys Skor now spoke of with such skepticism. “I don’t think either of them are young enough to be in that state of mind,” He said carefully. “While it’s true that human children mature . . . slower, Ezran should be around the same mindset as Rayla was when I took her in. She was more than capable of this kind of planning and reason - as you well know.”

Skor shook his head. “Does it matter? We’ll do this, and it’ll be a reprieve for a few years, if it works. It’ll save our home from Zubeia, at least. I don’t doubt their intentions now. I just . . . don’t trust them to keep them. Especially back in Katolis once it’s over, with her counsel.”

“Perhaps,” Runaan conceded, reluctantly, after a moment. “But while she is vicious to us, she is a general in a war. We have never been given a reason to believe she would turn on her own people, and these are her own nephews. I do not believe she would give Corvus orders that would lead to their harm.”

“Like your friends would never have abandoned their posts or their daughter?” Skor asked, and the words struck Runaan so close to the heart that he couldn’t even process the tone that they came with. He flinched involuntarily.

He didn’t grit his teeth, but it was a near thing, and he groaned softly into his hands as he rubbed the stress lines from his own face. “That was different.”

“Yes, it was,” Skor growled. “We knew them better than we know her. What makes ye think we can trust her more than we trusted them?”

Runaan growled right back at him. “I am not saying we should trust him, and certainly not her. Even if she would turn on her nephews, the tracker may not be willing to harm them. He knows he can’t fight us. We keep him with us, keep him close, to keep an eye on him. If he stays true to his word, he may be an asset.”

“And when he doesn’t?”

“We put him to sleep, and drop him as far off our trail as we can, and leave.” Runaan said, meeting his burning golden eyes again. “If he continues to chase after that, you and Ram may deal with him as viciously as you choose.”

Skor held his gaze for a long minute, searching, before finally giving a huff and looking back down at the village, his shoulders dropping in concession.

Runaan kept looking at his profile, and sighed again, softly. He placed a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder, and Skor leaned away from it for a moment before settling, pushing back against the weight of it instead. “I know how difficult this is.” He said. “Believe me, I understand what I am asking of you.”

Skor shook his head. “It’s what’s best for the mission.” He replied, voice brittle. “What it does to us is secondary.” He looked over at Runaan through his hair and acknowledged, softer, “I lost my voice, but you lost four lives to her. That’s far worse.”

Closing his eyes at the memory of the elves he had been forced to abandon inside the caves, Runaan took a deep, even breath, and shook his head. “I will not quantify suffering.” He said after a moment. “You lost a life, too, in a way. The life you should have had.”

The thought hung in the air between them for a moment, both well aware that if things had turned out differently - if Skor had not lost his voice, and his pride had not been killed under Runaan’s command - he would likely have retired several years ago. He would not be in Katolis at all.

“I’ve made my peace with that.” Skor said softly. “Have you?”

Runaan blinked at him. “Have I made my peace with what?”

Skor glanced at him through his hair. “Losin’ the life you should have had.”

“What are you . . .” the question died in Runaan’s throat as Skor tilted his head towards the village below, the implication from before pressing in like blades around his ears. He laid them back a little defensively.

“You set all your plans aside for two elves who’ve gone on t’ betray you.” Skor pointed out softly.

Runaan rubbed the marks across his nose, closing his eyes against the darkness pressing in from his sides. “You know as well as I do the Dragonguard had no choice in leaving,” He said slowly. “What was I supposed to do? I had been a part of Rayla’s life since she was born. Was I to leave her with someone else?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Skor said, tilting his head to look at Runaan around the hair that fell over his face. “That was seven years ago, an’ she’s only fifteen. They didn’t have a choice about leavin’? They left t’ protect her? They threw her life away along with the rest of us when they ran. Saved their own skins instead.”

“Skor-”

“We’ve all a right t’ be angry with them for that,” Skor pressed. “But even before that, Rayla’s only fifteen. She’ll remember more of her life with you than with them. She’s practically grown, and they did what, sent letters? That’s not parenting, and you know it. They dropped that on you, an’ never let ye take the title ye deserve for the responsibility ye took, too selfish to let her have a family they weren’t a part of.”

Runaan flinched, hand dropping from Skor’s shoulder and covering his own face as he grimaced. “That doesn’t - Skor, I can’t deal with this right now,” He said desperately. “She is their daughter, she is the one who suffers the most from what they’ve done. Her feelings on the matter come first.”

“That’s my point.” Skor shifted his weight onto his opposite hip to turn a little more towards Runaan, arching his brows pointedly. “You’re the only adult in her life that always puts her first, except Ethari, and honestly, my friend, I’m not as sure as you are that he’d choose her over you.”

He would. Runaan was more than confident of that. He grimaced at the very thought of making him choose, though, and shook his head.

“I’m not sayin’ ye should talk to Rayla about it.” Skor said. “It’s not her job tae take care of you. But I knew them, too. Ye do have other friends, not all of us willin’ to fuck you over for seven years and end it with a stab in the back.”

Runaan flinched again and snapped. “Alright, yes, I am angry! I am confused, and frustrated. I do not understand what changed, I trusted - I loved them as my brother and sister, and I can’t - I don’t understand why they would betray us like this. But I cannot deal with this right now. I must do what I can to minimize the damage from what they’ve done, to Rayla and to our people’s reputation in the eyes of the dragons.”

“You’ve been cleanin’ up after those two your whole life.” Skor observed softly.

Runaan grimaced. “That will no longer be an issue after this, will it?” He said bitterly, and then narrowed his eyes at Skor. “And you are deflecting.”

Skor wrinkled his nose at him and lifted his lip to show one chipped fang in halfhearted spite. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Runaan showed his own fangs right back, heart aching at the memory of when that fang had been chipped, but appeased when Skor’s mouth closed again under his show of dominance. “I will not force you,” He said anyway, a little wry after Skor had done exactly that to him. “But know that I am here if you need it. I know, better than anyone, why this is difficult for you, and I share your concerns.”

“It’s what’s best for the mission.” Skor repeated reluctantly, and groaned softly as he leaned back on his hands, raising his face to the sun’s heat and closing his eyes against its light. “Runaan, if he says anythin’ else about that woman’s honor -”

“I will not restrict his right to speak,” Runaan said, but shrugged when Skor scowled. “But I will not restrict yours, either. If he offends you, respond as you wish, just - verbally. We don’t resort to violence until he does.”

Skor’s eyes remained shut but he nodded slowly. “Fine.”

He would not have returned to the field, and Runaan would not have allowed him to stay there, if he weren’t capable of stabilizing even under circumstances that brought up plagues from his past. Runaan accepted this answer and looked back down to the village below. He took note of a small group of people - four - one smaller than the other three - leaving the well-trodden path towards where he and Skor sat up on the slope. “The children are returning.”

“Then we should do the same.” Skor said, sounding far calmer than he had when Runaan first approached him, at least, and nodded with eyes open when Runaan looked at him again. They both stood up and dusted the bits of snow off of themselves, and took a few breaths to clear their minds after the discussion they’d had. Skor returned to the cave, ducking inside with only a glance at Runaan. Runaan remained by the entrance, waiting for the children to return.

For all they weren’t all his children, he couldn’t help his growing concern for the human boys, and he had known Ram since he was quite young as well. They were all his responsibility.

He shoved Skor’s words from earlier out of his mind. Rayla’s needs came first. He knew what he had to do about his friends’ betrayal, and processing his reaction to it could come later, when he had less on his plate and could justify devoting precious energy to doing so.

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“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”

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