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drakenology · 4 years ago

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I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki.

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside.

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree.

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door.

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this.

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki.

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit.

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest.

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep.

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men.

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch.

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21.

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round.

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table.

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think.

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall.

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill.

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.”

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that.

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed.

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him.

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body.

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now.

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch.

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request.

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go.

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still.

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers.

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head.

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand.

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all.

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi.

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes.

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him.

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe.

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life.

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head.

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you.

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot.

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark.

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release.

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum.

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm.

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up.

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind.

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed.

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow.

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame.

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks.

bitch i.. i’m sick.

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scriptaed · 5 years ago

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the redmail.

♡ genre: angst/fluff; college!au;

♡ pairing: reader x yoongi;

♡ length: 11.0k;

♡ synopsis: stoic, indifferent, and aloof, you’ve always wondered what made that oddball yoongi the heartthrob of the school; that is, until one day, when you finally catch him red-handed and the origins of his popularity are unveiled—that bastard’s been writing himself his own love letters! yoongi’s offer as a wingman for you and your long-time crush, kim seokjin, is the only thing keeping you sworn to secrecy, but nothing ever goes as predicted on valentine’s day... especially when it comes to blackmail.

♡ part of the bound in love collab;

♡ the redmail drabble;

I like you.

Those three exact words reverberate in your mind, echoing and lurking in every corner throughout the fruitless months of trying to muster the courage to confess. I like you, I like you, I like you—you’ve been dying to find the right time to tell him for weeks on end now and you wonder if the desperation seeps through to your facial expression; because even as you feign a smile at him now, when in reality you have zero clue regarding whatever he’s been going on about for the past couple of minutes, there’s nothing that could possibly wipe the glimmer in your eyes that’s practically announcing your crush to the entire world. If looks like the one plastered all over your face could telepathically convey these radiating emotions of yours, then maybe Jin wouldn’t have been so blind to you like he does standing here right now.

Nevertheless, from the way his side-swept bangs falls perfectly over his eyes that sparkle like the brightest stars in the galaxy to the way he cackles with that half-shrug grin of his that exudes of sheer confidence, you can’t help but marvel over the boy. He’s everything to you. In fact, it’s almost as if your every waking moment in the past year has been dedicated to your crush: you coordinate your outfits with him in mind every morning, you seize every opportunity after class for a mere albeit invaluable two-minute conversation, and you spend hours upon hours in your reveries, dreaming of the days when you two could finally become an item. Class had just ended and your classmates are hastily shuffling past you two on a one-way-ticket out of hell, but in the midst of all the chaos, you just can’t take your eyes off him… well, that is, if it weren’t for the other boy who’s staring at you.

What? Your darting glare that spares the boy just a split second of your precious time with Jin seems to reach him, judging by the way he snorts at your actions and averts his amused stare to the side, if only for an irking, fleeting second.

Why? Why is it that this boy can telepathically receive your messages when Jin, the one you’ve been dying of hope to hear anything but radio silence from, remains oblivious to your year-long signals? It’s a waste of your ephemeral interaction with Jin, yet you can’t help but waste a second—and only a second—clamming your mouth shut before you could go off on him. And what’s with that impertinent smirk adorning his face right now? It’s almost as if he’s mocking you for the more than obvious look of adoration harbored in the sparkles of your eyes… almost as if he knows of your irrevocable crush on Jin.

Psh, only popular boys like him could find a pining scenario like this amusing enough to watch on the sidelines for many long months. You’ve only become aware of his all too familiar name when you noticed how often you would spot Jin around campus with him by his side. Curiosity had piqued your interest in anything related to your undying crush, but all of that had faded the second you discovered just how out of the loop you must have been. That boy, the one that often stood on the side quietly negligent of greetings and acknowledgement of your presence, the one that glimpses between you and Jin with a smug look that you would love to wipe off right this moment, that very boy is the same boy every girl on campus had fawned over at some point in their academia: Min Yoongi.

They refer to him as an enigma, a puzzle that they could never solve but nevertheless felt drawn to. He rarely spoke, but when he did, he spoke gently, curtly, and wisely—as if saving his breath for something actually worth his time. They call him a man with a cold glare that, if and only if you manage to crack the slightest peek into, has a sense of genuineness and a good-willed, golden heart of a man that could have you melting into a puddle of mess from the mere flicker between thawed ice and divine fire. You had heard he treated everyone equally, unbothered as to whether they were the hottest girl in town or the biggest book nerd to be heard, but it’s hard to believe those claims when he’s amusedly watching your interaction with his best friend and the only thing that is missing from the picture is a bag of popcorn in his crossed arms as he sat on the desk to the side.

To you, someone you would claim to be a rather decent judgement of character, his overwhelming popularity seems to have originated from an abyss of foolish girls’ dreams to save yet another helpless case of a bad boy turned good.

He’s absolutely nothing like Jin.

“I’ll, uh,” you stammer, bashfully averting your eyes between the desk separating you and the apple of your eye and you could have sworn Yoongi snorted once again, “I’ll catch you later…? I mean, only if I happen to see you after Psych tomorrow... yeah...?”

“Of course, of course,” Jin nearly exclaims, vibrantly throwing his hands up with the baby pink sleeves of his sweater, “not like you could really miss someone like me in a crowd, right Yoongi?”

The both of you turn toward the bystander—Jin with an expectant grin on his face and you with a piercing stare nearly-turned scowl—but he only shrugged before hopping off the desk and slinging his backpack over one shoulder as he strides toward the exit. You expect him to just walk off and abandon his friend behind with you, which would have honestly worked to your advantage, but he whirls around once he reaches the classroom door and mutters one last sentence, “doesn’t really matter if you miss our next exam.”

“Oh, shoot,” Jin nearly yelps as he hurriedly gathers his things and bolts for the door, throwing a wave at you with those eyes that have sirens going off like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!”

By now, everyone has left the classroom and all coast is finally clear. Taking a deep breath in, you sigh in relief as you shuffle in those uncomfortable booties, lower the hem of your miniskirt that threatens to flash just about anyone in your vicinity, and release your meticulously curled hair from the overbearing clutches of your ponytail. Gathering your backpack, you march toward your dorms with only one thought in mind—wiping all of this grotesque, unbreathable gunk that you call makeup; and as you watch yourself transform from the girl with a crush in the classroom to the girl that stands before the mirror, truly, you would have been disturbed by her desperate efforts.

You’ve never been the type to change yourself for someone else, but something about Jin has you reaching for every opportunity that could finally make him see you in a different light. Nonetheless, the gnawing in your chest never seems to settle from this moment, as you stare at the mascara smeared over your patch of black panda-like eyes, to the very seconds before you could drift off into sleep with a disturbing epiphany in mind…

...how would Yoongi have reacted if he came to know of your pitiful efforts?

With just that one irking question echoing through the silence of your midnight-stricken room, a newfound drive has you stumbling to your feet, grabbing for a pen, a blank piece of paper, and a red envelope. You shouldn’t subject yourself to an eternity of catering a girly appearance and soft-spoken personality for the sake of Jin’s tastes. If anything, you want Jin to see you for you and like you for you, even if you know that possibility is a hopeless cause considering his current interests that you’ve come to discover lies elsewhere. You’ve been so desperate all this time, living in another’s skin and abandoning your own, that even you could see how someone like Yoongi would pity you.

You can’t wait anymore. You can’t pretend anymore. You have to let him know before you lose sight of your own person. It’s time this all comes to an end.

And so, you work through the night, writing and spilling to your heart’s year-long worth of pented desires but all you can muster for hours on end is a simple albeit truthful sentence:

I like you, and even if you don’t like me, I still really really like you.

♡ ♡ ♡

The next morning seems to arrive dreadfully slow, even if you stayed up to conjure whatever you could into words, contemplating whether to deliver the letter for most of the night’s hours. Perhaps it was a spur of the emotional mess you were last night, or maybe it was the hazy state between sanity and insanity with these overwhelming feelings you’ve had bottled up for so long, but you had managed to text Jin and asked him to meet you in the corner of the university’s library where you had once studied with him. His gleeful albeit curious response just an hour before has you internally screaming at the top of your lungs, your heart squeezing and your blood pumping in frustration over your rash decision that now leads you to your inevitable doom—rejection.

And the worst part of this already gloomy morning?

You just have to bump into him.

Because there he is, in the corner of the library that you had went ahead and self-proclaimed as the spot for you and Jin, scribbling away with piles of papers stacked by him. Tip-toeing down one aisle and making a right turn in between two shelves lined with hundreds upon hundreds of dusty books, you first spot him and his tiny figure far off in the corner at the end of the aisle. Stealthily, you encroach toward the table, occasionally turning to the side and poking at the books as if to conceal your identity from wandering eyes before warily returning to your mission. You’ve never seen Yoongi in a library, not that you visit the library enough—aside from the rare study sessions you never needed but wanted to schedule with Jin—to really know, but if there’s one thing you’ve surmised from his fans and your own observations: Yoongi isn’t exactly the most invested in schoolwork.

So what could he possibly be doing here at 7 A.M. in the morning…?

Call yourself infected with the disease that so many girls have seemed to have caught this upcoming Valentine’s Day season, but curiosity over this oddball called Min Yoongi seems to get the best of you. Reaching just one bookshelf of a distance away from him, you turn to face the line of books and carefully throw a peeking glance over your left shoulder and to the side. You can barely make out his penmanship…

Dear Min Yoongi…

...I really like you…

To Yoongi…

From your admirer…

...but the words that you do manage to read has a lightbulb of an epiphany looming over you like the sun peeking through the clouds: has this bastard been writing his own love letters?!

This is bad. This is a detrimentally bad position for you to be in. You feel like you’ve just seen something you nor anyone on this planet should have seen, but you can’t help having to clamp a hand over your lips to muffle the gasp that leaves your lips. So is this the origin of his popularity? The dozens of letters and confessions Yoongi has been renowned for receiving on Valentine’s Day are fake? Not to mention written by the receiver, himself?

It’s a mix of amusement, confusion, and unreasonable self-satisfaction for having discovered a dark secret of your nemesis, as if you finally have a leverage over the one mocking obstacle between you and Jin. Regardless, no matter what you do, you swear to yourself, you should retreat with this newfound information to a safer space where you—eek.

Your heart stops when a footstep back has the stupidly old floor creaking and your dumb self instinctively glancing up to check on the boy before you. Did he hear you? Has he caught you red-handed just as you had caught him?

To your horror, your panicked glance locks with his own. On his face, however, he adorns that irritating signature look of his—unaffected and indifferent to your presence that should have been the essence of trouble for him. Time seems to freeze akin to the way you stay affixed to the floor, one step back halfway in a lunge, lips gaped, and widened eyes that fear to budge even an inch from the boy.

The least surprised whom should have been the most victimized in this situation is the first one to move.

Calmly and unhurriedly in that leisure composure of his, he raises a forefinger and beckons for you to veto your retreat as well as granting you permission to stand by his side. You’ve never been one to take orders—unless it was Jin’s, you would’ve come wagging with a tail like that of a dog’s—but the panicking hammer against your heart drives you toward foolish, uncharacteristic actions that has you obliging to his orders akin to a child awaiting a lecture.

“Where were you heading?” he simply asks. His voice is surprisingly lower and rougher than you had imagined, definitely thicker than velvet itself.

“Uh,” you put on a dense mien, “I was looking for another open table, duh.”

“Right,” he nods, head bobbing but mind obviously elsewhere when he proceeds to the real question, “so how much did you see?”

Is he trying to keep you quiet? You scoff at his dominant demeanor because you won’t be tethered down like an obedient dog from a guy like him. Finally snapping that “good girl” persona of yours around the most pivotal figure of your course, otherwise known as your crush’s best friend, you cross your arms and lean your weight against one leg.

“I saw enough to know exactly what’s going on,” you peer down impudently at him and his letters with a smug grin on your face, “so… the popular boy around school has been faking his popularity after all this time, huh?”

He arches a brow at you, “and what about you?”

“What do you mean what about me?”

“Despite how you look,” he skims you up and down and you shuffle in place, taken aback by his unexpected response, “you certainly speak differently around me than with Jin.”

“Wh—” you scoff in disbelief “—what, you think I’m being fake around Jin?”

“I didn’t say that,” he articulates as a-matter-of-factly, “you did.”

“Well,” you scramble through your mess of a state to find a retort, “you seem to have a lot more to say than you let on.”

“Oh?” he leans back into his chair and crosses his legs. “And do you know what I have to say?”

A frown plasters across your face at his oddly complacent position, “how would I know? I just see you looking down on me whenever I’m around Jin. Calm down, would ya? I’m not trying to steal your only friend.”

The boy snorts at your remark, crossing his arms and tilting his head back along with the flow of gravity. Staring at the ceiling, he speaks, “you’re right, I was watching you but I wasn’t looking down on you. Rather, I’ve been wondering: is that the real you or—” he turns his head to face you with that cocky smirk of his “—is this the real you?”

“I-I,” you stumble over your words, nearly choking over your own breaths because never in a million years did you imagine your mask to be exposed like this and not to mention by Min Yoongi of all people. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you better not give him any wrong ideas or…”

“Or?” he beckons for an answer.

“Or,” you take a deep breath before blurting out a threat you never would have made if it weren’t for the sake of your nearly wrecked crush, “or… or I’m gonna have to tell everyone that you’ve been writing your own Valentine’s Day cards.”

“Ah, I see,” he nods his head, pursing his lips, “okay. Go ahead.”

“Wait, what?” Everything just seems to incessantly backfire on you ever since you met this damn boy. “Wait, are you sure? You’re really fine with that? Everyone’s going to think you’re lame. Girls won’t like you anymore.”

“Hm… all the better,” he shrugged before cracking that devilish, tilted smile of his. He peers up at you to watch the slacken jaw of yours in amusement, trailing down until he meets the red envelope of yours that you have clenched tightly in your hand. You’re just about to hide your darkest secret behind you when, before you even knew it, Yoongi has it slipped between his two fingers. “What’s this?”

“Stop. That’s mine. You can’t read it,” you deadpan threateningly, the tone in your voice dropping just as something else does in your stomach. “You’re playing dirty, Yoongi. I didn’t mean to catch you here this morning but at least you have the choice to return that to me.”

“Relax,” he prims, raising the letter by his head, “I wouldn’t scoop that low, just like how you wouldn’t either.”

“...what do you mean? You know I follow through with my words,” you almost try to convince yourself, too. “You know the real me standing before you right now. You know the lengths I’ll go to for Jin.”

“Right, but if there’s one thing I know about you and Jin’s friends, it’s that they aren’t bad people… so neither are you.”

“That’s questionable,” you snort, “considering he’s befriended you.”

“And what if I helped you out with your little crush on Jin?” he only chuckles at the way baffled look on your face. “Would I still be the bad guy?”

You choose your words wisely, “I… I don’t have a crush on Jin.”

“Right, and I haven’t been writing my own letters,” he nods, shrugging. “Look, I don’t have to open your envelope to know that you’ve written Jin a letter and confessed your undying love for him.”

How did he know? Are you really that obvious?

“And if you’re wondering how I know, no, you’re not obvious. I doubt anyone else knows, but it’s exactly how you perceive me,” he cracks a smirk at you, “I have a lot more to say than I let on.”

This damn boy. You’ve barely spoken to this boy and he already knows how to get on your nerves. Even if you hadn’t discovered his secret, you wouldn’t have been surprised to hear of just how easily he could get girls wrapped around his finger. He’s devilishly handsome, he has that cold mien about him and you finally understand what they mean about the alluring side to him, but you still don’t see yourself falling for a cocky guy like him, even after peering through all that air of his.

“Why… why are you helping me?

“Well,” he pauses, as if contemplating whether he really wants to invest his effort and time before finally proceeding, “for one, if you keep your mouth shut, then I won’t have to bother explaining myself to everyone.”

“What kind of explanation would you have anyways? What, you wanted to look popular with the girls?”

“And two,” he continues, completely unfazed by your jab, “wouldn’t it be funny to see how you explain yourself to Jin when you two are dating and you have to drop your act?”

Shoot, he sees right through your mini-skirts, your makeup, your every change in the past months.

“I wouldn’t have to explain myself,” you say through gritted teeth, “because this is me.”

“And three,” he proceeds nonchalantly and he watches amusedly at the way you’re just about to rip your hair out, “contrary to your belief, I would rather not watch you pining after him for another long ass year. I would have helped you regardless of the former two reasons.”

“Really?” you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your puffed chest. “Then I can tell everyone about your letters?”

Shrugging, he raises both hands as if to tell you, “go ahead.”

“I can’t believe you,” the words come through a loud huff of air. “Whatever. I don’t care enough to rat on you. I’m not that bad of a person.”

“See? I told you.”

“Shut up,” you snap and he just raises his hands in mercy, “but I’m just letting you know, I don’t need your help either.”

“Yeah?”

Please please don’t see through my bluff, you plea internally to yourself. Truthfully, you need that letter back in the safety of your hands; because the more you mull over the possibility that Jin could very well reject your feelings, the more you realize that you just aren’t ready to give up yet. If Jin were to arrive any second now, he would catch Yoongi with your precious letter wagging in between his two fingers and you bet on your life that the brat before you would spill everything.

It takes you a few seconds to respond, but it takes you everything in you to speak your words.

“You can give him that letter all you want. I could care less.”

“Really? Okay,” he leans forward, offering to return the letter but retracting quickly just as you lash forward in a fruitless attempt to retrieve your inanimate heart. Clicking your tongue, you glare at him in utter defeat; but when he chuckles and something odd tugs at your chest as you watch that alluring quirked grin of his…

“I rest my case.”

...you know you’re treading in deep water.

♡ ♡ ♡

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!

Those three words have somehow become instilled in your daily morning routine ever since that fateful morning when you awakened and pondered over your next plans with him only to become petrified by an epiphany that dawns upon you in that very perilous moment: since when was the last time you awoke to the image of anyone but Kim Seokjin and why was he your first thought of the day?! The effort you’ve made to erase the seemingly irrevocable bad habit has been painfully clear through various methods like setting up digital reminders or strategically taping sticky notes by the mirror in order to perpetually remind you of your undying abhorrence for the boy.

Every morning and night as you stand by the bathroom mirror and brush your teeth, the fateful encounter in the library that had entailed a fickle partnership between you and him still burns vividly in the forefront of your mind. You can still remember adamantly denying any relation to the boy and claiming to have ran into him by pure happenstance, which isn’t entirely false, to Jin, the one you were supposed to be meeting. Having lost your reason for inviting Jin to the library and consequently conjuring the dumbest excuse out of thin air, your blood still boils when you recall catching Yoongi from your peripherals, slipping his blackmail against you in the form of a red envelope into his bag.

Nevertheless, his questionable intents behind his offer to help you out as a wingman has managed to captivate your attention, albeit reluctantly so, and this morning happens to be no exception. Your first thought of the day pops up in the form of a text from the one and only boy, nicknamed your arch enemy, your partner in crime sworn under the secrecy of blackmail, and also known as Min Yoongi.

Arch Enemy Yoongle [9:03 A.M.] you ready for study session?

You [9:05 A.M.] Noooooooo you’re coming over before right

Arch Enemy Yoongle [9:06 A.M.] why

You [9:06 A.M.] To help me pick my clothes, duh

Arch Enemy Yoongle [9:07 A.M.] is that a question or a command

You [9:08 A.M.] Your end of the offer was to help me out with Jin so this is the least you could do !!

“Texting you this morning was the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

His remark has you shooting him a glare through the floor-length mirror, where you can spot him eyeing you from behind all whilst seated in a chair with one foot propped on the other bouncing knee.

“Is it really that hard to pick an outfit you think he would like?” you sigh as you run your hands through the crinkles in your skirt.

“Again, for the thousandth time, how am I supposed to know what Jin would like? You’ve stalked him enough to probably know him better, Ms. Seasoned Pro.”

“I have not been stalking him,” you snap, “plus, it’s not like this is your first time helping me. Why are you acting so bothered today?”

“I just,” he scratches his head, “I just don’t get it. They all look fine.”

You whirl around, face clearly plastered with concern judging by the way Yoongi scoffs, “just ��fine?’”

“Do you really want me to spell it out for you?” he leans forward, cupping his cheek in one hand propped over your chair’s armrest. His eyes flicker to lock with yours, exuding his typical ingenuity and conviction that rekindles those recent sparks from somewhere within you. What he says next is no exception. “It doesn’t matter what you wear, because you look good in everything.”

A deafening silence ensues as the two of you stare at each other, both still registering what had just slipped from his lips. Once the realization settles in, however, you two are quick to act. Whirling back around, your eyes dart to the side of your mirror where one hand hooks awkwardly over your other elbow or literally any spot on the mirror where you’re safe and away from the boy’s gaze. Your heart threatens to burst through and you swear you had a megaphone to your chest, because even you can hear its thumps through your burning ears.

Why did he have to say that? What did he mean by that? And why are you reacting like this?!

Even the usually apathetic boy acknowledges the suggestive implications behind his words, for the boy clears his throat loudly throughout the silence and you find yourself gulping before he recomposes himself and recovers that usual velvety timbre of his, “what I meant is that I don’t think Jin could tell the difference.”

Clearing your own throat in a vain attempt to rid yourself of a knot, you find yourself turning and inspecting every angle of your overly put-together outfit that you can’t help but wish to discard the second this study session is over, “...really? Are you sure?”

Yoongi sighs at your remark—one he has heard a hundred too many times in the past month around you—leaning back into the chair and quirking his head to the side for one last scan of you. Eyes running up and down, your heart rate spikes when the fact that you’re retracting your usual unapologetic bubble dawns upon you; because for some reason, your arm crosses your chest protectively and your hand clutches your elbow as you find yourself more self-conscious than ever.

“Does his opinion really matter that much to you?”

You gulp, hand squeezing once again and eyes falling to the floor before speaking meekly, “...yes.”

“Personally,” he sighs again and the edges of his profile softens. A brief moment of silence follows as he patiently waits until you find the courage to lift your gaze to meet his; and once you do, you find yourself flickering between his intensity that has your heart throbbing and anything and everything but the boy sitting before you—why, exactly? You’re not sure. Usually he would chuckle, smirk even, at your skittish ways, but today, his voice is much gentler, enough for even a stone-walled girl like you to melt into a puddle of mess, particularly when he speaks lowly. “I think you look the best when you open your door and you’re still in your pajamas and your hair is still a mess because you just barely woke up, even though you invited me over more than an hour ago.”

Suddenly, that puddle of a mess in you starts to boil as you grit your teeth and mutter, “Yoongi…”

“Seriously, who doesn’t appreciate a woman who’s comfortable and confident in her own skin?” Yoongi chuckles, cocking his head to the side with that lopsided grin of his. “As long as you’re yourself, I think Jin would see the beauty in that... I mean, I would.”

...and you don’t know why his words were enough affirmation for you to calm your nerves and let your outfit see the light of day, because once you find yourself seated uncomfortably in the corner of the library and across the table from a boy doubled over in cackles, you begin to regret having ever entrusted the boy beside you whomst must have been out to sabotage your dreams under the guise of your wingman.

“Oh my God, no, I’m serious,” Jin manages to say in the midst of his giggles, pointing a finger at you, “I really didn’t realize how much you’ve changed until now!”

“I’ve been dressing like this for over a year now… I don’t know how dense you could be, haha,” your voice trails off into a forced laugh that desperately hopes to slip under that painfully oblivious radar of his, because at this point there’s nothing much more you could do to conceal the crestfallen state of yours. Caught in between disappointment and surprise, you just can’t believe what you’re hearing: has Jin really not noticed any of your efforts in the past year? Typically, you like to proclaim yourself as a maiden with a heart of steel—but damn, does that hurt.

“Oh, really?!” the boy gapes, almost exclaiming for the whole library to hear. “Because I swear it feels like it was just yesterday when I saw you walking into class all bare-faced with some baggy sweatpants and that gray hoodie you always wear.”

“Ah,” you fail to find any words to follow through with the shock that had emptied your mind, but you force yourself to continue when you notice the urge to speak written all over Yoongi’s irritated expression, “but that was! Um... that was because I was tired on that day.”

“Oh, yeah, I get you. Second year was pretty tough,” a sense of empathy returns to Jin’s voice when, suddenly, things take a turn for the worst. “But, you know, you should be comfortable for study sessions with us. It’s just me and Yoongi. You don’t have to dress up for me.”

Ah, but the thing is, you find yourself wanting to tell him, I want to dress up for you. Why can’t he at least recognize that? You know it isn’t his intentions and he has no obligations to, but the way he laughs at you and the way he hasn’t praised you and your newfound efforts even a single time has you crippling in pieces. Does he really have to belittle your efforts, even if unintentionally? Somehow, you muster a meek smile out of etiquette but produced from the bittersweet twist you find churning at your guts, even if it only pours salt over your already deepened wounds.

Gulping down the lump in your throat, you raise your head along with your cracked voice, “I just want—”

“—she looks good, alright?” Yoongi interjects cooly and the both of you turn wide-eyed at the boy who had retained his silence throughout the day. He continues, calmly, “if she wants to dress up for study session, then let her. As long as she’s happy.”

And it’s at that moment that you realize and finally come to accept: how ironic is it that the boy who has had your yearning, fervent heart racing for countless months happens to be the very boy who has your heart shattered in pieces right this moment? And how much more ironic is it that the boy whomst had promised you your greatest nightmares disguised as dreams is the one who has your blood pumping and very being electrified… almost, as if… it’s love...?

♡ ♡ ♡

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous. I don’t mind going on fake dates with you for practice—I mean, I do—but why do we have to wear these stupid masks?”

“Hey, you can’t deny that you enjoy these dates. Don’t even lie,” you stop in the midst of your tracks to laugh aloud into the cold, wintery night.

In the meanwhile, Yoongi has gotten a few steps ahead of you, turning around and pausing in his own trek home as well. He doesn’t have to say it, but you’ve spent enough time bickering, crying, screaming, and surprisingly even laughing your ass off with him to know he’s waiting for you to catch up to his side; and so, you happily oblige, skipping forward and ignoring the sharp pain that jabs at your sore soles after a long day at the amusement park all in the name of intertwining your fingers with his. The boy on the receiving end, however, is much less playful—even more so than his already hard to read self—and you’d be lying if you were to ignore the pitted feeling in your stomach; because when he shoots you an unamused stare but fails to squeeze your hands even in the slightest bit like he inevitably used to, you know that something is off.

Just as you proclaimed, he doesn’t deny the genuine, hearty laughters of tonight—and to that, you’re utterly relieved—but you’ve never found yourself more desperate and eager to peek through that unreadable mien of his.

“Well,” you say under your huffs of breaths, “how’re we going to explain ourselves if a classmate catches us holding hands like this? I can’t have Jin thinking we’re dating.”

“Then don’t hold my hand.”

You know it’s just his unfiltered personality, but sometimes you wish he wouldn’t be so curt—especially when you’re particularly sensitive to his every move, response, and flicker of emotion tonight.

“But I have to,” you purse your lips. “What if Jin holds my hand and I freeze up? He’s gonna think I’m stupid.”

When the two of you stroll far enough to reach a wooden bench just a block down the amusement park, Yoongi turns to face you with that usual unamused look on his face; and when he retracts his hand, a part of you flinches forward, as if trying to retrieve the little albeit comforting warmth his perpetually cool, delicate hands provided.

“Do you hear yourself right now?” he deadpans, reaching his hand up to stretch your clothed mask under your chin and bearing your cheeks to the bite of the cold. “He wouldn’t be wrong even if he were to make that assumption.”

“Hey,” you pout and reciprocate his gesture, the tips of your cold fingertips grazing against his jaw as you tuck the mask under his chin; and when you do so, the warmth of his gaze quickly flickers to the side before returning to you, something which has you falter for even the slightest of seconds, “i...it’s not my fault someone here is so popular around school. You’ve gotten, what, six cards this week?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, taking a seat on the bench, “I don’t count.”

“Yeah, well, I did,” you huff as you plop down beside him. “Valentine’s Day isn’t even until tomorrow. You probably have at least six more pending.”

The boy only snorts, shaking his head, “can’t call my popularity a bluff anymore, huh?”

“But I don’t get it,” you shiver at the cold that creeps along to the tip of your nose and Yoongi, being the observant person he is, turns to adjust your scarf higher and tucks the ends securely closer to your neck—what the boy fails to notice, however, is the burning sensation of blood flushing your face as you freeze under the wake of his sudden attention and the sheer care he harbors into his gentle hands that graze your cheeks. Gulping, you stammer to continue your lost train of thought, “...why do you write your own cards when so many girls already write you their own?”

“Well,” he pauses, pondering whether it was worth the effort to explain himself to the girl beside him, “I wouldn’t have received so many if someone would have let me fake my own cards.”

“Wait, so,” your face scrunches at the calculation and he follows suit, although mockingly so, “you fake your own cards so that to others, it seems like you already received enough?” When the boy just prims his lips and glimpses away for a split second—something that cocky boy usually never does—even you can tell he’s guilty as charged. “So you’re trying to discourage girls from confessing? By writing your own cards?”

Damn, as much as you had found yourself strangely attached whenever girls would pass by only to do a double take or even boldly ask him for his number only to sense an unexplained validation to be the one and the only one linked to his arm, perhaps one too many times, you still can’t help but empathize for the many girls whomst lost their courage to confess; after all, you know first-handedly just how difficult it could be to muster that courage, how detrimental it was to your spirit with each failure, and how exponentially more dejecting it was to pick yourself back up again for what seems to be another inevitable fall.

“But why?” you find yourself asking and he turns to look at you with perked ears. “Why would you do that? I mean, in a sense, doesn’t it feel nice to know that so many girls like you? Isn’t that why all the popular kids are so annoyingly narcissistic?”

“Narcissistic? I could care less about the number of admirers if the person I like doesn’t like me,” he scoffs and a puff of white ascends the air. Shuffling awkwardly in his seat and burying his hands into his pockets, he looks away and at the ground. “I appreciate their thoughts. I do. But that’s exactly why I can’t find it in me to turn every one of them away, because even when I do, they always come back the next time. They don’t know when to give up.”

They don’t know when to give up.

Yoongi has always been curt with his words, but shit, this one hits the hardest. Perhaps it’s because of the way it strikes home, but somehow it resonates with your own love conundrums. Some part of you could understand where Yoongi was coming from, especially when it occurs to you how you never considered the receiving end of confessions; but the other part of you sympathizes with the girls, wondering just where and how were their unspoken attractions discarded and if at least the abyss could pay witness to the echoes of their confessions.

Then the most haunting epiphany strikes you: what would you do if Jin had been avoiding your feelings all this time as well?

Somehow, even if you had the previous notion that Jin could do no wrong, the hypothetical scenario leaves a bad taste in your mouth; so when you turn your gaze to the boy beside you, the soft affection settles into a gut-wrenching disappointment.

“Hey, Y/N,” he utters lowly, eyes averting to lock with yours once again, “there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

What is this? The endless fall you find yourself situated in from the pools that were his eyes? The sudden flush of heat that ripples through your veins from his utter attention fixated on you and only you? The way something keeps hammering at your chest, unashamedly and loudly so, in the wakes of the potential pivot his one confession could take?

“...what is it?” you manage to say, even if meekly so, because something about the return of his stoic, unreadable expression tinted with a rare hint of an apology has you bracing for whatever comes next.

“...Jin already likes someone else.”

Ah—you don’t know why, but somehow his big reveal elicits a stifling, pathetic laugh to yourself—so he finally knows. It was like an omnipotent force had latched onto you and dragged you deep into the underwater depths and you had felt heavy, dejected, and avoidant of every and any thing that reminded you of him when the curtains were first unveiled. Time and a fleeting, ignorant memory, however, had proven to be the cure in the next few months, for the weight had gradually dissipated into thin air and you were up and ready again, as if you had slammed reset and you had never stumbled upon a realization that never should have come to light in the first place… until now.

Someone—and not just someone insignificant—Yoongi, your supposed wingman, proves to be the one to ultimately cut your dreams short in exchange for a long ignored reality, almost as if everything in the past month has been a cruel feat played by fate itself.

“I know.”

“What?” Yoongi furrows his brows, the most evidence of offence streaking his profile. He leans in, as if he didn’t quite catch you the first time. “You knew all this time? Since when did you know? Before you asked me to help you? Or even before you started changing your whole persona?” When you fail to answer him, eyes falling ashamedly to the floor, Yoongi scoffs at your deafening answer. “So you knew all this time and you still chased after him like a lost puppy, huh—’

“—I don’t get it,” you snap at his impertinence, shooting a glare at him that he equally reciprocates, “you already knew I changed and did everything I could to get his attention, so why are you only mad at me now?”

“Because this is different,” he articulates. “I was helping you out, because I wanted a happy ending for you; but you... you knew all this time that he wasn’t interested and you changed everything, the way you dress, the way you talk, hell, the way you were yourself, out of desperation?”

“What? Do you pity me now?” you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head. “Or even worse, do you hate me because I’m just another one of those girls hopelessly chasing after a guy like those girls who chase you?” As much as your blood is boiling from his sudden rage, his unsettling silence has something gnawing from within you—you wish he had denied it. “Oh. So I’m worse.”

After a long, stagnant silence that screams through the night and the empty streets, Yoongi turns to face you and you brace yourself for the piercing, intimidating glare of his, but what you find is much worse to your spirit. Soft and glimmering with a hint of hopeless desperation, his gaze speaks a thousand more words than what follows, “why can’t you just love yourself more?”

He’s right. What is it about Jin that has you infatuated enough to change everything about yourself? Why can’t you love yourself more? It’s a question you’ve stumbled upon months ago, but one you’ve never been willing to face head on. Why?

“...I don’t know. I guess the heart just wants what it wants. I can’t do anything about it now. It’s almost like…” you have to gulp in order to swallow the knot in your throat, “...if I happened to fall for you—”

“—you can’t.”

His words fall short in the wind that passes by, whisking away his confession and yours off into the distance; but even so, his words stay with you—they echo, they reverberate, they scream, they keep you reminded of every worst scenario you had conjured in the countless nights where you had dreamed of this very moment.

“What do you mean?” you say, almost begrudgingly so. “Why not?”

He looks at you head-on, even if his next words should never elicit such audacity; because when he speaks, you don’t think you’ve ever broiled with such injustice nor have you ever been so pitted by something someone else said before.

“Because I don’t like girls like you.”

It isn’t that he doesn’t like girls, he just doesn’t like particular girls like you—the one who had so proudly stood by his side, linked arm to arm, and passed by the countless girls that burnt with jealousy with a head high and a smile that could challenge the sun. How ashamed are you now that you, too, have been rejected by the boy you so thought was fate’s convoluted way of bringing you to your soulmate? All this time, you thought you were the special one; because to you, somewhere along the way, Yoongi had become the Jin in your life…

...and maybe that’s exactly what he doesn’t want.

“Like the other girls…” you nod absentmindedly. “I thought there was something between us. I thought out of everyone I knew, you would be the one to have my back… but did you have to put it like that? Now I just sound stupid—”

“—Y/N,” he says firmly, sighing loudly as his chest heaves and his jaw clenches, “I do have your back. But I’m supposed to be your wingman, not your rebound. I can’t love you while you’re in love with some other guy.”

“Don’t you get it,” the rush of frustration forces you to pause as your mind scatters for the proper words, “I don’t… I don’t like Jin anymore! I like you!”

“Are you sure?” his eyes widen with threat. “Because when you’re dressed like that in this freezing cold, makeup done and skirts and everything, looking like a downgraded carbon copy of Jin’s crush, when I’ve told you countless times before just how beautiful you look as yourself, I find it hard to believe!”

“‘Downgraded carbon copy?’” you bite your bottom lip to distract yourself from the way his words have you wincing from within and waterworks forming. It isn’t that you don’t want to cry out of embarrassment or the vexation of losing this argument—because you’ve cried countless times in his arms before—but it’s the daunting thought of materializing Yoongi’s greatest fear that has you holding back; because even in moments when he hurts you like this, the last thing you would want is for Yoongi to realize that, for once, he is the reason behind your tears.

And that, in itself, is enough to prove to you just where your heart lies… but how could you convey that to Yoongi?

“Don’t…” his voice lowers amidst the silence, “don’t confess to me now when I’m only the second option. Don’t be like the others.”

“...like the others?” your eyes flicker from the ground and up to his evident frown. “Like the other girls who you don’t even have the decency to accept their feelings? Like the other girls you don’t even have the courage to reject?”

“This isn't about me. It’s about you,” his stare stays fixed on yours. “I really don’t want to hurt you. It’s the last thing I want, but I can’t help you anymore. It’s doing you more harm than good. Confess to him or I’ll tell him myself—”

“—you know,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at his irritatingly still ones, “I would have confessed to him and none of this mess would have happened if you hadn’t taken my letter!”

“What mess?”

It takes you a long second for you to speak, but only a split second after it slips your lips for you to regret it all.

“Us,” you utter and you recoil when something in those enigmatic orbs of his winces, “I wouldn’t have fallen for you like those ‘other girls,’ and you wouldn’t have had to bother rejecting me. Everything would have been okay if you hadn’t taken that damn red envelope. We would have been happier than we are now. We would have been strangers.”

“Y/N,” his hand hovers over yours, debating whether his touch would only hurt you further before pulling back empty-handed but not without a part of your already sinking heart, “I don’t regret meeting you. You know that’s not what I mean. We just didn’t meet in the right circumstances.”

“Why? Because I didn’t love myself?” the desperation of your heart, whose incessant screams seem to fall upon deaf ears, seeps into your wavering voice. Can’t he just listen to you for once? Does he really find it that hard to accept your feelings? Or is this his supposedly gentle way of rejecting you along with all his other admirers? “You’re right, but at least I accept myself for who I am. I know I’m a pathetic girl who just wanted a single second of attention from a boy who already likes another girl, but at least I know that. Can you say the same? Can’t you at least accept the courage it took for the other girls to confess to you? Can you not be a wuss for once and let pitiful girls like me confess?”

Yoongi’s about to challenge your retort, lips flinching but freezing and eyes stirring but melting. You know him well enough now to know acknowledgment and self-reflection is a rarity for a stubborn guy like him. This momentary silence is his way of surrender. Instead, the horrifying thought of having hurt you, the very last intention he had proclaimed himself, dawns upon him and his softened features that you’ve come to so adore. The bittersweet tint to his profile makes it only harder for you to gather your things and stand to your feet.

“And when you do allow them the chance to confess,” you utter one last time, “can you turn them down bluntly like the way you did to me?”

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It’s ironic how things work out in life; because here you are, sitting alone with Jin across from you in a diner on the closest thing to your long coveted date, but all you can see is the loopless flashback of last night’s argument with Yoongi. The fact that Jin had texted you at the stroke of midnight, coincidentally only a couple of hours after you had left Yoongi at the park, was enough for you to realize how misconveyed and misconstrued his intentions were yesterday. His words of denial and your words of lash still have something in you wrenching.

“So, Y/N,” Jin chimes through a puffed mouth full of fries, “what’s on your mind?”

Glancing up from the red and blue lights’ reflection on the glass tabletop, you blurt out a mindless, “huh?”

“Well, clearly,” he grabs a napkin to wipe the ketchup on his lips, “something seems to be bothering you.”

“Oh,” you mumble, downing another gulp or two of your strawberry shake as he follows suit, “it’s nothing much. Sorry, am I boring you?”

“No, no, no,” he hastily denies, cackling. “In fact, I’m kind of amused. You aren’t wearing your usual makeup. You don’t have your hair done at all. You’re even wearing your usual grey hoodie today! I feel like I’m seeing the old you again.”

The old you. Huh, how odd yet unexpectedly relieving is it to finally hear that?

Sights falling to the flickering reflection on the tabletop once again, you mumble, “is that… bad?”

“No, it’s a good thing. I’m glad to see her again. I thought I had lost her,” Jin chuckles for a few seconds before settling into a silence that you’ve come to recognize as a time when he’s adorning a comforting, pressed grin. “So, what happened between you and Yoongi?”

“Yoongi?” you glance at him wide-eyed. “What do you mean? We don’t talk much. Why?”

“Oh, cut the crap! You know I can see right through the both of you,” Jin laughs, shaking his head as he plops back into his seat. “Yoongi has been going out much more often in the last month than his entire life added together, and whenever I ask him where he’s heading, he just mumbles ‘I’m hungry.’ Hah! As if! He couldn’t eat more than me even in his dreams!” He leans forward with a raised index finger on each hand. “And you know what’s even more interesting? That ‘I’m hungry’ turned into ‘something important.’ So, you see, when Yoongi comes back to the dorms in a bad mood, too dejected to even greet me, his treasure of a roommate, and when I see you sitting here with a mirror image of him,” he pauses to bring his two fingers together, “I put two and two together, and tadah! Sherlock Holmes can retire now.”

“...oh,” you say with barely parted lips, because how do you explain yourself after being caught red-handed by the last person who was supposed to find out?! The ironic thing is, he must not have been aware that he’s the very reason you and Yoongi were even associated in the first place—”

“—you know, Y/N,” Jin’s laughs settle into a firm yet most serious tone you’ve heard from him as he folds his hands on the table and looks at you head-on, “Yoongi actually asked me to invite you out tonight yesterday. He said it would comfort you, but now that I’m sitting here with you, I think he asked the wrong guy.”

“Wait,” you interject, brows furrowing as panic catalyzes your racing heart rate, “did Yoongi—”

“—no, Yoongi didn’t tell me anything. He refused to tell me but eventually I came to realize it myself,” Jin gives you a soft, lopsided smile as he places a hand over yours. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. I hope I didn’t hurt you and I hope I won’t hurt you now, because you’re a precious friend to me, but I can’t accept your feelings, Y/N.”

“Huh,” you laugh in disbelief at the sudden turn of events, brows knitting and lips upturning in confusion over how little of a weight was lifted off your shoulders and how the gut-wrenching sensation in your chest still sits heavily with you, despite having come full circle. “That’s odd. All this time, I thought I would literally die if I were to hear those words from you… and yet, right now, I can’t help but feel… relieved?”

“Hm, and I wonder why,” Jin muses, happily sipping his milkshake away before he retracts the warmth of his hand over yours in order to point a thumb over his shoulder and at a familiar silhouette out the window and across the street. “Let me help you two dense balls out. If you look across the street, you’ll find another dumb boy with shades on in the middle of the night who has been following and watching us this entire time. Recognize him?”

Squinting, you follow his line of sight only to lock eyes with a very familiar gaze that had you stirring in your sleep the entirety of last night—and when the boy jumps in his seat and frantically shields himself with a menu, your heart skips at the revelation.

Is that really… Yoongi?

“You know, I never thought Yoongi would be the soft type, but I guess they’re right when they say love changes people,” Jin cracks up over the way your eyes light up before him. “When he found out that I realized how you felt, he begged me not to tell you until you told me yourself. He wanted me to go out for dinner with you at least once, which is odd, considering he’s always been the type to believe in harsh realities and never indulged in false hope. I guess to him, though, you’re an exception.”

“He really did that…?” you can’t help but smile to yourself, even if the bittersweet aftermath of his unnecessary yet incredibly appreciated notions overtakes you. “He’s… stupid.”

“Agreed. Much dumber than you or me. And you know what?” he cackles once again, leaning forward eagerly. “He told me if it really didn’t seem like you were going to confess and that if I decide to break it to you first, then I should do it, and I quote, ‘very very gently or else he would kill me.’”

“Yoongi said that?” you gape in disbelief, cracking up in a laugh mixed with scoffs that eventually overwhelms you with an unexplainable swelling warmth and flutters and gratitude and everything that Yoongi has brought you in the past month—and before you know it, warm waterworks are brimming in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away with the back of your hand. In between sniffles, you look up at Jin with a reciprocated goofy grin, “I can’t believe he would embarrass himself like that.”

“And,” Jin adds, “he did it for you.”

Smiling to yourself, you repeat, “for me—”

“—Kim Seokjin, I swear!”

The both of you avert your attention to the diner door that had just been swung wide open—Jin leaning his body into the aisle and you whirling around to crane your neck at the baffling sight—because there he is in all his glory, chest heaving and panting as he shoves his lowered shades into his pockets and comes marching toward the two of you.

“I told you to do it gently!” he continues adamantly, pointing an accusing finger at Jin.

His best friend raises his hand mercifully, “hey, hey, I did do it gently! Right, Y/N? Right?”

“Really?” Yoongi then unfolds the rest of his fingers to gesture at you with a gentler, less accusing hand. “Then explain to me why she’s crying.”

“She isn’t crying over me, bro!” Jin half-laughs, half-exclaims. Yoongi only scratches his head with a quirked brow, glancing at you for an explanation that you’re just too stunned to give. Grabbing his jacket and standing to his feet, he exchanges a quick glimpse between the two of you. “I’m just going to give you two some much needed alone time. Good luck, goofballs.”

“Hey,” Yoongi turns around when Jin passes by him, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Home!” he retorts without bothering to glance at him before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and whispering to you. “Tell this stupid boy everything you’ve been wanting to say, alright?”

And with that, the newly appointed wingman departs and the former wingman stands there awkwardly by your side.

“H-Hey,” Yoongi stammers, clearing his throat and seating himself across from you in order to grab some napkins by the window. Handing you the white pile of napkins, he looks off to the side, as if to provide you some privacy. When you just sit there and stare, however, he turns to glance at you and prims his lips at your lack of motion. He then plops the pile and grabs one single napkin before leaning forward to gently dab at the teardrops on your cheeks and mumbling under his breath, “silly, there’s no need to cry, alright?”

“Y-Yoongi,” you utter after a hiccup, sitting still as he wipes your tears away, “I’m not crying because of Jin. I’m crying because of you.” He pauses, hands freezing—but damn, the sheer care he devotes into his every touch has your insides turning into mush. “And… and I swear I’m going to cry even more if you keep helping me like this.”

But he persists.

Instead of turning a blind eye to a near-confession he knows you’ve disguised in your tear-fest, he continues to take care of you.

“Then you can keep crying,” he utters, dabbing your newfound tears, “because I’ll always be here to wipe them away.”

You didn’t think you could fall for him any more, but he just keeps proving you wrong.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you say after a long minute of silence. “I think I like you.”

He doesn’t respond.

“No, I know I like you.”

He still doesn’t respond.

“I mean, I really,” you invest every ounce of energy into your emphasis, “really like you.”

He continues to wipe your tears.

Hesitantly, you ask “...do you believe me this time?”

Nodding, he answers, “yes.”

“And…” your heart almost stops as it screams at you stop, but your mind runs ten times faster, “...how do you feel about me?”

Yoongi takes a second too long to answer and something drops in you, “I’ll tell you when I’ve taken care of my end of the deal.”

At that moment in time, you didn’t realize exactly what he meant until weeks later; but, for now, his disappointing albeit unsurprising answer has you smiling with even more bittersweet tears. This time, you’re able to take light of the fact that now you can declare your feelings unashamedly and unabashedly and all Yoongi can do is shiver at the mushy atmosphere.

“I like you, Yoongi.”

So you do… and you do it again.

“I really like you.”

And you keep doing it until he responds.

“Hey, Yoongi!”

“What?!” he finally exclaims, tossing the dampened paper to the side of the table.

“I said I like you,” you grin mischievously.

“Okay, I heard you,” he prims, eyes flickering to the side and back to you as he scratches the back of his head and mumbles ever-so-quietly the two words you would be repeating endlessly for days on end, “...thank you.”

♡ ♡ ♡

The last week of classes would’ve gone by agonizingly slow, considering the preceding spur of events, if it weren’t for the endless stream of gossip flying about groups of girls in every corner of the school… including the library; because here you are surrounded by tables of chattering girls whilst sitting in an isolated yet familiar table where you had once shared with Jin, but most engraving of all the fleeting, cherished memories in this dusty library is the fateful encounter between you, the foolish girl willing to change just about anything over a silly confession, and him, the heartthrob of the school whose cowardry keeps him feigning his own confessees.

Rumor has it, girls have been receiving their sign of rejection from the infamously unattainable boy Min Yoongi, whether it be through a blunt albeit heartfelt text or a pull to the side for a short talk after class. To your pleasant surprise, their rejections don’t spark a moment of rejoice from you, as they would have just a week prior, because you, yourself, had been in their shoes before; and as satisfying as it is to finally come to terms with your feelings, it would be a lie to deny the slightest bit of relief that ensues after having accidentally eavesdropped on the latest rejection… because, after all, you still undeniably and irrevocably feel for that boy.

“Shh, guys,” a girl at the table behind you hisses, “he’s coming over here.”

“Let’s go!” another girl whispers just as several bags zip closed and everyone hustles to bolt out of there quick.

Just as you turn around to stare in awe over the already abandoned ghost town that is the table behind you, the subject of all the rumors around school stands in the way of your sightings. Spotting his uncharastically bright red sweater that resembles a belated celebration of Valentine’s Day, your eyes warily trace upward, from his stomach, to his chest, and finally, locking gazes with his usual calm, surreal pools of warmth.

“Hey,” he greets lowly.

You pause for a second, finally answering when you fail to blink the reverie away, “...hey.”

Eyes skimming you up and down, he smirks at the hoodie and sweats draping over you and your midterm-influenced state of appearance, “looking good.”

But before you could reply with your own little quip, Yoongi walks over in front of you as you spin back around to spot him seating himself on the tabletop before you; and without another word, he uncrosses his arms and flicks out an all-too-familiar red envelope held in between his two fingers. Frowning at both his remark and his gesture, you stare at the treacherous envelope that had done you a whirlwind of a mess in the past month—from discovering your arch enemy's secret letters to having to team up with him in order to covet for a crush with an inevitable, foreseen rejection, that redmail is the last thing you want to see right now.

“What?” you snort. “After finally facing your fears and rejecting your suitresses, you’re finally returning your blackmail material to me now? To seal your end of the deal?”

Groaning at your remark and rolling his eyes, he bends over to grab both of your hands and places the envelope firmly into your palms. “I’m not returning your letter,” he states as-a-matter-of-factly, “I’m giving you a letter.”

“What?” you wrinkle your nose, mumbling incomprehensible strings of words under your breath at his endless enigmatic ways but still obliging to his beckoning as you fiddle with the white card hidden under the veils of the red envelope; and just as you unfold the mail, Yoongi holds a finger to your chin and tips your attention back onto him.

“You said you wanted my answer, right? Well, here it is,” he utters with a crooked smile—but when your eyes flicker between the letter and back onto him, he smiles the gummiest, most genuine of grins that you’ve come to so adore… and the next time he speaks, repeating the same words he had scribbled onto the letter before you, you swear you would never curse that treacherous blackmail turned redmail again...

“I like you.”

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clairelutra · 4 years ago

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...you know? i thought i attached to daine because she’s the most outright feminine of the tortall heroines, but the more i talk about her, the more i realize she’s actually just... really complicated and that’s so much fun.

forced to grow up too fast by an irresponsible promiscuous mother and decrepit grandfather in a village that kept their children away from her and told her no respectable man would ever marry her mother’s bastard, her only friends are made through a power she had no words for that made her an outcast even beyond just having no father. bandits kill said mother and grandfather, along with most of her homestead and other friends, when she’s only just barely thirteen, and her response is to bury them and then run away with a wolf pack who help her murder the bandits. the villagers arrive and promise her safety, only to shoot her when she comes out of hiding and tell her she needs to be put down like a damn rabid bear, forcing her to run through the mountains, naked, in the middle of winter, for a literal week.

and then, when she comes to her senses again, she goes home. she packs up her clothes. she travels to the capital and starts looking for a job. she’s still thirteen.

like!! the sheer capacity for getting her shit together and taking care of business? is insane. “if i see monsters, i see monsters. i need work, mum.”

and then after that, what she wants most in the world is just... to heal. numair looks at her and thinks ‘this girl wants to heal’ and he’s right. she’s curious about lots of things, and animals especially. she’ll feed just about anything. she likes babies and has no idea how to deal with children, at least at first. she’s pragmatic to the point of distance and yet so incredibly soft. she hates wearing skirts but cares about her appearance. in general, she cares and cares and cares and cares.

she’s preternaturally good with a bow and gasps at the implication that she would know how to use a sword because that’s ‘a noble’s weapon’. the thought of calling the first female knight in centuries by her first name makes her wince. she is forever relieved when she can tell someone works for a living, not because she thinks little of nobles, but just because they’re nobles.

she’s snarky and dry and playful, too. she loves alliteration to express her feelings—”mouse manure”, “odd’s bobs!”, “what’s that got to do with the price of peas in persopolis”, “my heart bleeds buttermilk”. she attentive and affectionate (physically, verbally) and perceptive and aloof and picky.

like, she’s vulnerable and stubborn, yes, but also she’s diffident and prickly and pragmatic and hates crying because ‘she can’t take care of business if she’s being a baby’ and kind and gentle and so so so sweet. i love her. i love her so much. ;-;

#baaaaby ;;#hallie's immortals quartet tag #hallie speaks

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spidercakes · 5 years ago

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Have a high school ABO AU featuring Tony as heir to the mob boss throne because I feel like throwing like... every trope together lol. Also he’s got Maria’s last name because Howard is cancelled and I refuse to interact.

The first time he sees Peter Tony knows he's new. This school is exclusive and most people who go here have known each other forever in and out of school. So new people are rare, last one was that skinny girl who’s actually really good at math and has a weird thing for drawing people in detention and that was last year. He assumes she’s on some type of scholarship and that’s probably the same for the new guy.

“Who’s that?” he asks, drawing attention away from Hope and Natasha arguing over the easiest way to kill someone with a pushpin. Rhodey looks mildly relieved at the change in subject and Pepper looks bored but that’s not unusual.

“Peter Parker,” Natasha says, unsurprisingly the one with the information. “Scholarship, actually really smart and cute too, if you like that kind of thing.”

Tony looks him over, noting that he’s managed to alter his uniform slightly to fit his lithe frame better and yeah, he definitely likes that kind of thing.

Peter knows right away that its unusual for Tony Carbonell to take an interest in people because people keep staring at him about it. He also figures out pretty much right away that Tony is used to getting what he wants so it surprises him when Peter turns him down. It also seems to surprise everyone else- freaks them out too and he doesn’t get it because Tony is actually really nice so he doesn’t really get why people seem to fear him.

“You know who that is, right?” someone asks, sitting beside him and Peter knows her name, he knows he does but its not coming to mind right now... “MJ,” she says, picking up on his thoughts. “And you’re Peter Parker, the adorable little omega who was either brave enough or stupid enough to turn down Tony Carbonell.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?” he asks, figuring maybe she might have information as to why people keep looking at him like that.

She snorts, “what, have you never heard of the Carbonells? Clearly you’re not from New York,” she says and oh.

Oh.

MJ snorts and starts laughing, “oh man, you didn’t even realize I’m so excited that I won this bet,” she says, shaking her head.

“Bet?” Peter asks, frowning.

“Yeah. van Dyne thought you were just dumb but I figured you either didn’t know or didn’t make the connection. Guess I won.”

Didn’t make- yeah, no shit he didn’t make the connection between Tony and the fucking mob just because the guy is Italian doesn’t mean he’s in a damn mob but apparently this time he lives up to stereotypes. “He didn’t take it that badly,” Peter points out.

“Yeah, because you didn’t mean it. Playing hard to get, probably smart when Tony gets whatever he asks for. The or else is usually implied.”

So he’s noticed. “He doesn’t seem the type to be um... well, useful in a mob,” he says, wincing a little. He’s too nice is what he means.

MJ shakes her head, “oh, he’s got a mean streak a mile wide its just that he saves it for people he hates or people who’ve crossed him. Doesn’t much waste abusing his power on little shit but you don’t want to be on his bad side, trust me.”

He looks over to Tony, who’s sitting across the library talking animatedly with Rhodey about something and Peter is willing to bet they’re arguing about some Star Wars fan theory they disagree on. Its been their topic of choice for the last week or so since they both decided the other interpreted things all wrong. Tony spots him looking and grins, confidence high on his features and Peter has to admit that that’s attractive but it comes with the problem of a little arrogance. He’s used to getting what he wants and he’s got a reputation that Peter isn’t ignorant to either. He’s not about to be used and tossed aside by some pretty rich alpha just because Tony is accustomed to things going in his favor.

“What else do you know about him?” Peter asks.

Peter allows Tony to press him into the wall, hands at his waist as he kisses Peter softly. He settles his arms around Tony’s shoulder’s lightly as Tony kisses him soft and sweet. He’s clearly practiced at it too, knowing just how to tease Peter right.

He does pull away after a few moments though, earning a soft noise of disapproval from Tony about it. “Baby,” Tony murmurs, trying to pull him back in but Peter only half allows it.

“This is nice, but you’re not really my... type,” he says, waving a hand a little.

Tony looks baffled and its kind of funny. “Not your type? I’m everyone’s type,” he says.

Yeah, he kind of is but that’s not the point here. “Mm, yeah you’re cute but I don’t really do playboy types,” he says, shrugging. He goes to extract himself from Tony’s grasp but Tony pulls him back so his back is flush to Tony’s chest. He leans in and noses at Peter’s neck, which might piss him off if not for the fact that he genuinely has an interest in Tony. He whimpers a little, tilting his head to the side to give Tony better access as he kisses Peter’s neck softly.

“I can do commitment,” he murmurs, hands on his hips tightening a little as Peter gasps, back arching as Tony’s teeth graze over a sensitive spot. One of Tony’s hands slips lower, teasing at the edge of his skirt before he curls his hand around Peter’s leg, running it up the inside of his thigh.

He whimpers again, panting a little and Tony laughs softly. “Come to my room?” he asks and Peter nods.

Yeah, he knows everyone is surprised because the whole school seems to be confused with Tony’s sudden enamored nature when it comes to him. Peter’s surprised about it too, kind of thought Tony would ignore him after they slept together and honestly he’s dumb to have fell for that to begin with. But Tony didn’t toss him aside- instead he basically attached himself to Peter’s hip.

He’s perched next to Tony at the table in the cafeteria, his arm around Peter’s waist as he glares at someone from across the way. The poor bastard goes pale and looks in literally any other direction because MJ hadn’t been kidding about Tony’s mean streak. Peter sighs and settles a hand on Tony’s thigh, “calm down, baby,” he murmurs.

Tony doesn’t say anything about it though, just pulls him closer like that’ll further establish their relationship. Peter’s pretty sure Tony’s territorial nature and the sheer amount hickies he’s had a hard time covering up probably did that for him. “Should come home with me over winter break, meet my mom,” he says and Rhodey’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. Pepper looks more composed, if only barely given that she looks shocked too as her salad falls off her fork.

MJ grins at him from across the table, nodding her head at him like he’s accomplished something impressive. “Maybe, depends on how my family stuff goes,” he tells Tony, playing aloof because apparently that’s all it took to get his attention and Peter kind of likes playing hard to get. He likes that he can act a little disinterested and Tony will fall over himself trying to get his attention, its a weird brand of power that he finds fun to toy with.

“You want him to meet your mother?” Rhodey asks, shocked.

“You’ve met her too, platypus, no need to be jealous,” Tony quips and Peter snorts, covering his mouth as he laughs.

Rhodey rolls his eyes, “yeah, but we aren’t dating. Contrary to what Maria thought.”

Tony grins, “she never actually thought we were dating, she just liked you enough to try and encourage it. Clearly didn’t work. She’ll love you though,” he tells Peter, brown eyes warm with affection and something akin to love that makes Peter’s heart melt a little.

“Mhm, I’ll let you know if I can make it,” he tells Tony, delighting in the way Tony immediately tries to sweeten the deal just to bring him a little closer. Maybe MJ hadn’t been wrong about dating someone who has mob connections being a pretty sweet perk.

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #alternate universe #fanfiction #abo fanfic

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thekrazykeke · 4 years ago

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Spoilers for Andromeda Six episode 5 under the cut. These are my thoughts concerning the whole episode and theories about things going forward.

Once again, do not read if you ain’t caught up

I’m pretty sure that Vexx, if he ain’t dead, will end up in a coma or just seriously injured. For angst’s sake, I’m hoping for coma. And I know, I know, I was pretty anti-Vexx in my previous walkthrough, but welp. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ No need for my characters to do anything, the universe is paying him back generously.

“But he didn’t intentionally betray us!” Tell that to my MC’s eldest sister. ....Uh-oop--- 🤣🤣🤣

Let me stop ragging on him. I sincerely do wish he gets help and therapy and retire in solitude.

June still manages to hurt me, even when I was playing on separate save files with different LI. I don’t see him as monstrous, even when he was Hulking out in the lab. His parents were experimenting on he and his twin in the womb. They didn’t have a chance at all. But there’s a comment June made this episode that got me thinking: is his dad dead and did June kill him or is he the scientist that Zovack picked up on Orion? June’s mom better run, he likely to pull a King Kong move; go to the highest building and throw her off it.

Wasn’t a big fan of Damon at first. After several playthroughs on ep4, I warmed up to him but he really brought it in episode 5. I love that once you get past his sarcastic, snarky behavior, he reveals he’s not just a bad boy with overwhelming sex appeal and flirtiness, he’s got feelings. 🤤🤤🤤 That’s my Kryptonite! BYE THE BOY IS MINE.

Cal. Cal. Cal. Cal, what--- wait, what??? fskljflf Another LI I apparently wrote off too quick. He was such a bastard I couldn’t help choosing the sassy and bold options, wanting to put him in his place but it quickly turned into this Dom/bratty!sub thing and I’mdone. It’s clear to me that in episode 3-4, my boy was pent up and ready to lock MC in the Captain’s quarters and have them screaming “MORE”. Then he just flat out admitted it in this episode and I am uNDONE.

Aya, woooooooooo. I thought she was bossy and in charge, I ain’t even lyin’. Baby girl know she fione and be using that to maximum effect. Instead of my usual blush-y tentative dialogue choices, I decided to go full on bold and sassy again. aND HER REACTIONS JUST ABOUT DESTROYED ME. The amount of times she blushed and was taken aback had me rollin’. And then while in Cursa, she said, “Please, I’m really not that strong”. 😳😳😳 The soft sub energy here...

Bash captured my heart from day one. Ilovehimandhedeservestheworld. He’s always very upbeat and optimistic while not afraid to do the hard things. This time around, I got an emotionally stunted/repressed blush-y MC again. Only instead of being (understandably) a crybaby about the tragedy of their family being murdered, instead they chose to be aloof. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, it didn’t happen, or if it did, I can’t be bothered to think about it, the people need saving-- Immediately Bash recognized this self-destructive behavior but instead of lecturing, offered an ear for venting and whatever they needed. #HusbandBehavior/YouCANBETHEKING

Ryona is a Queen. Periodt. There’s a subtle strength to her that always appealed to me, honestly. I liked that in episode 2, when those guys who had beef with Tilaari people as a whole, at first she didn’t even rise to the bait, but when my MC, a little start-something-but-can’t-back-it-up Tilaari prince, threw something at them, and they were about throw hands, she swooped in and p much handled it til June scared them away. I like that dynamic, to switch the trope from damsel in distress to man in distress (because he’s an idiot). There’s this aura about her that makes you wanna automatically respect her, and episode 4, again, she proved her competence and this trend continued in ep 5. Even strong people need someone to take care of them.

Hooooooo boy this was long. Sorry!

If y’all got to this far though, you have my respect. I honestly think the end goal is whether or not the MC will take the crown or remain with A6 crew. And if I’m really honest with myself, I doubt some of these LI will stick with MC if they decide to continue on as the next Peg’asi ruler. Also, I think Cursa being independent will come up again, too. I doubt we’re just hopping planet to planet for nothing...

#andromeda six spoilers #andromeda six #out of context

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thenightling · 4 years ago

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The Sandman: A Game of you (A summary of the plot from someone who actually read the thing...)

I have seen a lot of misconceptions floating around Tumblr about the plot of The Sandman: A Game of You, mostly thanks to an old Mary Sue article that seemed to deliberately take the plot out of context to make it look transphobic. Some people on Tumblr have even said “I love Sandman but I won’t read A Game of you because I heard about what’s in it.” Neil Gaiman, himself, even received an ask here on Tumblr about the story’s “problematic” content because the person who wrote the ask legitimately thought the story said trans women cannot use magick in The Sandman universe. I have even seen transphobes claim Neil Gaiman is on their side for this reason.

According to Neil Gaiman he wrote A Game of you while being consulted by trans friends, one in particular, who heavily became the basis for the character Wanda.

The first version of The Dreaming (Sandman spin-off comics) and The House of Mystery Volume 2 (Also a Sandman spin-off) were written by Caitlin R. Kiernan. (a transwoman). That’s right. Neil Gaiman left The Sandman franchise in the care of a transwoman.

Now, let’s begin...

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The Sandman: A game of you (summary)

First we need to go backward into The Sandman. The main character of The Sandman is Morpheus AKA Dream of The Endless. The Endless are a family of anthropomorphic personifications. That means they are living embodiments of certain concepts. For example Morpheus, also known as Dream has an older sister who is Death. She’s essentially the Grim Reaper.

Note: Death is older than Dream (Morpheus) but looks younger by at least a decade. The family consists of Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and little Delirium (She used to be Delight but she went mad). Most of Sandman is the story of Morpheus and what happens to him. The place to begin is Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes.

The first story to feature Hazel and Foxglove (though Foxglove’s other name, Donna, is given much earlier in the series) is The Sandman: A Game of You. Donna AKA Foxglove had been in an abusive relationship with a girl named Judy. After their breakup Judy had been murdered (issue 6 of The Sandman, within Preludes and Nocturnes, the issue is called 24 Hour Diner).

Donna took the name Foxglove as a stage name as she wants to be a rock musician. She falls in love with Hazel. The two are housemates with Wanda (a transwoman who ran away from a very transphobic hillbilly family), Barbie (a pretty and slightly eccentric makeup artist and dreamer trying to rebuild her life after a failed romantic relationship with a man named… I kid you not, Ken), and Larissa, also known as Thessaly, a nerdy looking and stand-offish woman who turns out to be a powerful and slightly-homicidal witch from ancient Greece. There’s also an old man named George who turns out to actually be a Nightmare spy for a creature called the Cuckoo (more on that later.)

I’ll give the plot of The Sandman: A game of you first and then tell you the full plot of Death: Time of your Life. The two connect.

In The Sandman: A game of you we learn that Barbie had a Labyrinth-esue fantasy world (Think of Jim Henson’s The Labyrinth) that she would escape to and lucid dream of all through her childhood and early adulthood but she had not been there in a long time. We (readers) met Barbie earlier in The Sandman: The doll’s house when she had been dating Ken and in that story we see the first glimpse of Barbie’s fantasy world.

Now her childhood anthropomorphic animal friends miss her and worry about her and were terrified of the activities of The Cuckoo (The main “bad guy” of her fantasy world). One of the creatures (who greatly resembles Ludo from Labyrinth but is articulate) enters the real world where he is unfortunately killed. He tried to warn Barbie of the bad things happening in her fantasy land.

Things start to get weirder. That night everyone has anxiety based nightmares. It turns out Hazel is pregnant from a one night stand that she regretted and didn’t know how to tell Foxglove so this is the basis for her nightmare. Foxglove has nightmares about her abusive and deceased ex, Judy. Wanda is having nightmares about transphobia. She has not medically transitioned and she worries that others feel she does not count as a woman unless she has the surgery. She’s actually terrified of surgery and affirms herself in the dream that even without the surgery she IS a woman.

After everyone has terrible anxiety dreams and most confront their nightmares they wake up to find things are strange in their home. First Hazel confesses her indiscretion to Foxglove. Foxglove forgives her and they decide to raise the baby together.

Larissa finds George, realizing he was the cause of the nightmares, and kills him. She uses his remains to find out what is really going on.

Barbie, however, will not wake up. She has been sucked back into her Labyrinth-esque fantasy.

The friends, finding out that Larissa is really an ancient and powerful witch known as Thessaly, decide to go on a rescue mission into the realm of dreams (known as The Dreaming) to save Barbie.

Thessaly gets revealed as being a TERF (this was written in the 90s so the term didn’t exist yet), claiming her magick will not work for Wanda since she’s not a “real woman” and besides, someone needs to stay behind to protect Barbie’s body.

Thessaly opens a way by the moon’s magick to get herself, Hazel, and Foxglove into Barbie’s fantasy world.

While that’s going on a storm is unleashed by Thessaly’s use of magick. The storm causes heavy winds and trees to uproot. Wanda sees a homeless old woman in trouble. It’s a woman who had previously been nasty to her. Wanda saves her life but dies in the process.

In Barbie’s dream the heroes find a magical gemstone called the Porpentine (actually a rose quartz dreamstone, a magical stone that Dream AKA Morpheus uses as a conduit for his power. His main one, for a long time, was a ruby. Think of it like a magick wand). They destroy the porpentine, which is actually what the cuckoo wanted.

The Cuckoo had accidentally gotten trapped in Barbie’s dream many years before and though they feed on imagination she wanted her freedom. The destruction of the dreamstone alerts Morpheus (Dream) who comes to see that the skerry (The island that was Baribe’s fantasy world) is no longer needed.

The island had actually been created many centuries before for a former lover of Morpheus’ known as Alianora. Alianora could not return to her old life but wanted a place of her own when they broke up so Morpheus had given her the island. The dreamstone powered its magick. The island would exist so long as the dreamstone did. For many centuries after Alianora passed away the island had been the plaything of many young woman dreamers.

Morpheus absorbs the island and all its characters back into himself. And has a brief private conversation with Alianora’s ghost, comforting her by assuring her that her island had been home to many dreamers after her.

Morpheus allows the Cuckoo to fly away (which is all she really wanted), but Thessaly had wanted to kill her for all the trouble she had caused them. Morpheus prevents this.

Morpheus tells Foxglove, Hazel, and Thessaly that they should not have physically entered The Dreaming. That this is against nature. Barbie may wakeup but the rest are trapped. However, he does owe Barbie a boon for destroying the dreamstone- giving the power back to him that had long since been stored away in the jewel. This is a bit of a con on Morpheus’ part, because he got her to ask that her friends be returned to the waking world as her boon. This was Morphesus’ sneaky way of getting out of being in debt to her.

One by one they are returned to the waking world. And Morpheus and Thessaly become lovers (but she later dumps him, saying he cares too much about mortals, which surprises him because he used to be a very cold, and aloof bastard and he doesn’t like facing that he’s changed.)

Barbie attends Wanda’s funeral but unfortunately it’s hosted by Wanda’s redneck family who keep misgendering her. Cut off Wanda’s hair, put her in a suit, and deadname her on her headstone. Barbie writes Wanda’s real name on the headstone in lipstick.

Barbie also has a very strange dream where she sees Wanda with the delicate, feminine, features she had always wanted but was too scared to get the surgery to have (bone structure related), and another girl she doesn’t recognize. This is Death.

Death waves to Barbie, thus assuring her that Wanda is happy and safe where she is going and that yes, Wanda was ALWAYS a woman. This was written in 1992 so this was a big deal. A lot of people here on Tumblr mistake the story as transphobic and legitimately believe it was saying magick won’t work for a transwoman. No. This scene was to prove Thessaly and Wanda’s parents wrong about that and to show cis het readers that trans women ARE women right down in their soul.

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Death: The High cost of Living.

In Death The High cost of living we learn that every so often Death takes human form as a means of self-humbling. She used to be very cold and mean until one day a soul she was collecting asked her how she would feel about it. So to remind herself of why she should show compassion she turns herself mortal for one day and lives as a human woman.

I won’t give the full plot of this story here but know that she attends a Foxglove concert and proclaims herself a fan.

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Death: Time of your life.

Hazel had the baby and they named him Alvin. This was meant to be in honor of Wanda even though that was Wanda’s deadname and she had hated the name. They couldn’t figure out how to make a male equivalent of Wanda’s name so they just used her deadname. I don’t think this is a great idea, personally, but at least they tried to honor her memory.

By now Foxglove is a bit of a celebrity But she is stuck in the closet. It’s the mid-90s and her manager is worried that if she comes out as a lesbian it could ruin her career.

Foxglove thinks she’s falling out of love with Hazel because while on tour, she (Foxglove), has been sleeping around while on tour and knows she hasn’t been spending enough time with Hazel. She’s also getting burnt out. Being a celebrity is not all it’s cracked up to be and she misses being obscure.

It turns out baby Alvie (Alvin) had an accident and Hazel offered up herself within a year if Death would not take Alvin. Death apparently listened but she warned her, she had to take someone when the time comes.

When Foxglove learns what has happened she rushes home and then to The Sunless lands (the land of The Dead) to save Hazel. Her handler comes with her. When she learns the deal Hazel made with Death she’s ready to offer herself to save her, realizing she DOES still love Hazel after all. The handler, however, offers himself instead.

It’s HEAVILY implied that Death was actually going to take him all along and the rest was just a rouse to save Hazel and Foxglove’s relationship because she liked them, and wanted them to realize what was important. It also assured the handler a chance to die a hero, doing something noble and good, which he secretly wanted anyway.

Foxglove goes back to her pre-music career name of Donna and settles into a private life where she is openly with Hazel and their son. And they live happily Ever After.

I figured it was important someone who actually read the comics summarize it since so many people here on Tumblr mistake The Sandman: A Game of you as transphobic and some have even called Hazel and Foxglove AKA Donna homophobic simply because they both have had affairs and forgave each other for it and Donna’s previous relationship had been abusive. There was an article from The Mary Sue a few years ago that deliberately took things out of context to make the story of A Game of You seem problematic and too many people trusted that as being accurate.

Also I had been wanting to write out the summary for some time since there are Sandman fans now who out-right refuse to read the arc because they were told it has problematic content, and some that badly misunderstood what it was trying to say. i.e. legitimately thinking feminine magick wouldn’t work for poor Wanda when in reality the whole point of Wanda’s arc was to tell the reader that transwomen ARE women.

#The Sandman #Sandman #The Sandman: A Game of you #The Sandman A Game of you #A Game of you #Sandman: A Game of you #Sandman A Game of you

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years ago

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Had My Bestfriend Watch the Lost Boys and...

She thinks Dwayne is the hottest

She thinks David looks like one of our friends just "with a bad haircut"

She thinks Marko is the ugliest, with Paul as her second place for hottest

She thinks it'd be hard to grab someone in the air

She laughed when she saw the names were in alphabetical order during the opening credits (idk why) (her explanation: in my mind i thought they def did that because someone complained about their name not showing up first. LIKE MEH THATS NOT FAIR!!!!!!)

"That baby is ugly" i.e. the random baby in a stroller

"Do they not burn in the sun?" "No, they do" "Then why do they live in California"

Nanooks her favorite

"This is so 80s"

"Pretty girl big hair" -her, about Star (she's a little gay)

"Who stares at someone like that. Like no thoughts head empty. Mouth open like a fish, mouth breathing ass."

"The brunettes really hot" (Dwayne) "He looks like a member of Greta Van Fleet." (Again, Dwayne) "Ew the ugly one at the end" (Unfortunately, Marko)

"Why is everyone just staring at everyone?" "Longingly stares at eachother" *stares at me until I laugh*

*Mimics Sam* "Phoenix, actually"

"Could save your life? Shut up"

"She looks like she's cosplaying as Esmeralda" -her, about Star

"Why aren't the police more alarmed by the fact that there are cars with roofs ripped off?"

She hates Edgar. She hates how they talk (the Frogs), and thinks they sound stupid

"With the kid too? Makes him even hotter" -her, about Dwayne

When Michael hesitated at the stairs, "Don't be a pussy, Michael"

"He has no right to be that big of an asshole when he looks like that. Ugly and mean? Pick a struggle" -her, about David

"Just find a different girl" "why is he doing this????" She really thinks Michael could've just left their asses

*Mimicks Sam* "They just all talk like idiots"

Thinks Sam is definitely gay

"That jawline, those lips, and the curly hair? Who gave him the right?" -her, about Michael

"Sam is a shit brother." She dislikes Sam and the Frogs. Apparently they don't get rights. Thinks Sam is a bad son and a bad brother. (Later note: thinks he's slightly better at the end)

"Why is she just kissing him??"

"I know you almost just killed your brother but you're looking kinda hot tonight" -her, making fun of Star

"Are they just fucking in front of Laddie?" (She do be spitting facts about this though)

About Sam asking Michael if he took care of everything, "That twink needs to mind his own business"

Immediately guessed that Max was a vampire

She thinks Edgar looks like a toad. She also said, "You know what I'm gonna name my kid? Edgar. That’s the name of a guy that gets pussy."

Me and her at the same time, "He's *tall*" About Max leaning down to kiss Lucy (this is an inside joke but I still wanted to put it)

She likes the soundtrack a lot, and we were jamming quite a bit

Hates where the fangs are placed. "Is he eating his brain?" When someone scalped a dude in the feeding scene

She thinks the other vamps should've had more lines. "Why does the ugly one have so much to say?" She specifically wants Dwayne to talk more (but low-key I *agree*)

"Dwayne seems like a bottom" (I do not agree with her on that and we paused it to literally argue about this)

She thinks Marko is gay. When I told her they're all probably gay, she said, "Oh, they definitely pull eachothers horns."

Went on a whole rant about how it's very closeted gay of Sam to put so much trust into the Frogs. She was like, "He listens to them for so much and for what. He just thinks they're cute and wants them to like him."

We also paused half-way through to talk about how there should've been more female characters and how Star should've been given a foil. We think it would've been improved if Dwayne/Marko both had girlfriend's cause then they could've gotten more lines

After Markos death, "Yay" and "They've got twink blood all over them"

When Sam went to get Nanook "He's so fucking dumb! Why are they all outside now!!!"

Anytime Dwayne comes on screen, "He's so hot!"

At Paul's hand on the tub, "Nice acrylics". She later said she thought his death was the coolest

She made a sad face when Dwayne died and didn't say anything

She called bullshit on David's death cause it's not a stake and considering Joel originally wanted David to come back she's not Wrong™

Overall, she thinks David is mean but a really good villain.

She thinks Dwayne is really hot, and she likes his hair. She thinks the way he died was cool, but she wishes he didn't. "I love him, he didn't even need to saying anything. I could just tell-" "Tell what?" "That he's good."

She said she's glad that "Rat Bastard™ died first." She thinks that "men with hair that curly shouldn't have mullets"

Paul wasn't that impactful, but she thought he was cute. When I said Brooke was originally considered for David, she said she would've liked that version of the character more

About Sam: "He screams every line. He's a bad brother and a bad son. He just wants to suck off the Frogs and that's it."

The Frogs: "Edgar is fucking annoying and I don't care about Alan." She was very mad to hear that they're in the sequels/they're about them

About Lucy: "Lucy talks like a baby, but she's a good mom. She needs to be more strict and tell Sam to shut the fuck up more. Max was able to manipulate her and lie to her because she's, honestly, need to be more aware-" She blames sexism as to why Lucy was "clueless, but a good mom" and she "would've loved to see Lucy stake a vamp." Specifically Max and honestly would've loved to see it

About Michael: "He's dumb and a himbo. Too focused on his horniness. Too focused on Star. She's really pretty, but other girls exist. Weird he was so invested, and their relationship should've been built up more"

About Star: "She's pretty, but meek, aloof, and only cares about a child. Very sexist portrayal of both of the women in this movie. Would've liked to see her stand up more, and would've liked if their (Lucy and Star) only goal wasn't taking care of a child. Would've liked it if she was built up more. I think Star deserved better"

About Grandpa: "Funny, cool, cooky. Solid wise old man. But why didn't you tell them about the VAMPIRES??? I wish he was more involved in the plot"

7/10 she thinks it's okay, but she thinks the boys should've been given more lines and there should've been more female characters/pass the Bechdel test

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #rip marko #but yay dwayne

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princesscallyie · 5 years ago

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Alrighty, I’m gonna be officially dropping the kids cause... I love them all. 😔❤️Just short descriptions for them. We’re gonna be counting down to youngest to oldest. I’ll update this post once I get them done.

Vander

Age: 9 | Zodiac: Pisces

Magical Ability: Flicker 2.0. An upgraded version of his mother’s ablility where he can perform unlimited flickers in a longer time frame. The range where he can transport is also larger. He can be basically untouchable for about a minute.

Vander is the youngest child of Hody and Topaz. He is a bright energetic child, who can’t seem to sit down and is quite a chatter box (undiagnosed ADHD). He is the baby of the family and sure acts like it, since he’s prone to whining and gets quite jealous. He’s a mama’s boy and Topaz likes to enable his hyperactive behavior to Hody’s dismay. He comes off as annoying but just wants to be everyone’s friend. It seems he has no concept of personal space. He is definitely the nicest out his siblings and is the most positive. Compared to the pessimistic Turq, the selfish Delphine, and the nonchalant Phyrus, he’s the one to bring everyone together with an encouraging pep talk. People underestimate him when it comes to fighting but because of his ability, he has the most untapped potential. He just needs to learn to settle down and focus. He’s closest with his mother and his uncle Sputter.

Phyrus

Age: 12 | Zodiac: Aquarius

Magical Ability: Mist. He can create a shroud of thick mist that conceals his movements and lower the visibility of his enemies.

Phyrus is the third child of Hody and Topaz. He is a tactical yet sarcastic preteen who is lovingly known as a smart ass. He enjoys stumping and outsmarting people, and isn’t afraid to joke and roast people mercilessly. He is really nonchalant and a bit aloof which comes off as him not caring, but he’s just introverted and doesn’t let things bother him and just goes with the flow. He’s a potty mouth who cusses as much as his mother which Hody disapproves of. He’s pretty much the family jokester and has a variety of nicknames for everyone he knows. He’s not much fighter compared to his parents or his brother Turq, but he’s still pretty decent and can defend himself if needed. He uses trickery and evasion to get the upper hand. He’s the best swimmer out of his siblings and his fighting effectiveness triples once he’s in the water. He enjoys reading in his downtime. He’s closest to his brother Turq and his grandfather Cole.

Delphine

Age: 15 | Zodiac: Leo

Magical Ability: Wave Dance. She can control large waves with elegance and precision with a variety of ballet moves which she can use to cause major damage.

Delphine is the only daughter of Hody and Topaz. She is a spoiled and sheltered girl who seemed to get everything she wanted growing up. But as she grew older her Fire Nymph spirit started emerging from her and she longed to get out in the real world and fight. She is a bit conceited and thinks she knows it all and likes to let everyone know how “perfect” she is. Despite this she is huge philanthropist and does enjoy helping others out. She takes her princess duties seriously. She’s a daddy’s girl and like Topaz and Vander, Hody enables her egotistical behavior. The girl can get away with anything with him. Hody tried to get her into dance to deter her from wanting to fight, but that didn’t work and she simply combined the two to form her unique fighting style. With her long flame and her being trained by the legendary Coral, she is quite skilled, with her magical attacks being her strength. She’s closest to her father and Coral.

Turquoise “Turq”

Age: 19 | Zodiac: Scorpio

Magical Ability: Pressure Cooker. He can rapidly heat up water and use the stored energy to make explosions. And though rare, he can heat the body water in someone and basically blow them up in a gruesome way.

Turq is Hody and Topaz’s eldest son. Unlike his siblings, he was born a bastard as a result of his parents numerous flings. He is generally a moody young man, and many consider him standoffish or a bit mean. Though he’s just blunt and not really a people person. He likes to keep to himself mostly and is territorial when it comes to his belongings and personal space. He’s surprisingly very loyal to his family and close friends and will protect them at all costs. He is the strongest fighter out of his siblings and even stronger than both of his parents. This is because of the titan blood that flows within him. He has a slightly faster attack style than his mother but still not as fast his father or the blazing Vander. Though his swings most certainly pack some power. He uses the now revitalized Ocean’s Kiss that he threw in the Great Volcano when his Uncle Astro gifted the sword to him as a young teen. There’s a lot of tension between him and father and they often bump heads. Hody puts immense pressure on him because he’s the bastard halfblood prince who’s next in line for the throne. Turq being a titan doesn’t help Hody’s weariness of him. Hody means best but his overbearing strict parenting style keeps a Turq at an arms length. They do have their close moments though. He’s closest with his uncle Astro and his best friend Jez.

#my art #future au #vander #phyrus #delphine #turq

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dreamingofmilk · 5 years ago

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Do You Remember?

Synopsis: You and Gerald reminisce about conceiving your first child

Word count - 2,341

Warnings: smut, cursing, aggressive sex

Enjoy you guys!!

You jerked up out of bed and waddled to the bathroom as quickly as you could. Damn morning sickness always came at the worst times. The sour taste at the back of your throat only made you move that much faster.

Geralt woke up as soon as you got up and followed you. He rushed to grab your hair and rub your back while you retched into the toilet.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly while he pulled your hair into a ponytail.

"Are you alright?" You mocked. "Splendid, just casually puking my guts out for the fifth time today. It's a wonder there's anything left in my stomach."

"Hmm." Geralt didn't even bother hiding his smile. You were pregnant with his child and he couldn't be happier. Finally he can right the wrongs of his parents and raise a child with the woman he loved. He couldn't shake the thought of a little girl with white hair and your eyes who'd call him Papa and play with Roach.

You could feel how smug he was, and it just pissed you off more. Three months you'd been carrying this child and it's already taken a toll on you. You were constantly sick and you were showing far more than a typical woman would at this stage. Fuck Geralt and his big ass baby genes. You had no idea how you were going to make it through 6 more months of this. The baby might kick and rupture an organ. Damn Witcher.

You got back on your feet and went to rinse your mouth. You could feel Geralt rubbing your stomach the entire time. He was pretty much always touching your stomach nowadays. Equal parts love and fascination on his face as he studied all the ways your belly has changed to make room for his baby. It was a side of him you hadn't seen until recently. Geralt always seemed aloof, unbothered by everything and everyone.

After you cleaned yourself up, he helped you back to the bed and spooned you. This was one of the only positions you could handle without getting sick.

You shuffled around to find a comfortable spot and once you found it you groaned with relief. Finally you could get some sleep. Geralt couldn't hold back a small chuckle at your dramatics.

"You sound very comfortable." You could feel the vibration of his chest against your back, the small breeze of his breath on the back of your neck. It was honestly one of the most comforting things you've ever known.

You turned just enough for him to see you raise your middle finger, but your eyes remained closed. "Fuck you, Witcher."

That only made him laugh harder. "Hmm. That's what got us here in the first place." Cocky bastard is really enjoying this. "Do you remember the day we made this child?" He asked with his face buried in your hair.

Of course, you remembered. Consequences aside, it was some of the best damn sex you've ever had in your life, by a longshot. You clenched your thighs together to try to ease the heat you felt rush to your core.

"Fuck, you do remember. I can smell you" Geralt started running his huge hands down your body starting at your chest, pausing at your belly, then down to where you wanted him the most. "You were so damn hot for me that day. Couldn't even wait to get home."

He was right. You thought back to that day and remembered that you had been horny pretty much the whole day. Geralt had hunted a particularly nasty monster. He definitely got his ass kicked. That thing really threw him around, but he eventually got the upper hand and cut its heart right out of its chest. Then he grabbed it and crushed it with his bare hands to make sure it couldn't revive itself. Maybe you were a little messed up but something about watching him squeeze the organ until it gave out was sexy as fuck. Blood spattered over his face and all the way up to his arm. He looked like a savage, and you could’ve really used some savage dick at that moment.

You and Geralt had been messing around casually a bit at the time, actually, it was pretty much a daily thing at that point. There was never a time he wasn’t inside of you when you two were alone, and... sometimes not alone. You both were addicted to the crazy, rough, animalistic fucking that you could only get from each other. It honestly was a surprise he ever had time to hunt any monsters. The two of you were insatiable.

After watching his ruthless display of strength you were ready to fuck. He could worry about the rest of the mission later, he had more important things to take care of right now. He caught your eye and smirked once he realized your current state.

"You really are fucked up Y/N. What woman gets turned on by death and gore?" His chuckle shot straight through you.

You shrugged and walked close enough to run your hands down his chest, making sure to touch all of your favorite parts. "I'm no average woman, Geralt."

He scoffed, "You're a crazy one though."

You smiled brightly. You couldn't even argue that. You leaned even closer and whispered in his ear, after licking a bit of his blood off his cheek. "A crazy bitch with crazy good pussy."

He groaned, "Fucking right."

Nothing else needed to be said. In seconds your clothes were ripped and you were on your hands and knees. Your back formed that perfect arch and his huge dick was pounding into you. You two didn't need much foreplay, watching him kill the beast with the great display of strength was more than enough. He drove you crazy, hell his dick drove you crazy. It was like he was actually trying to destroy your pussy. And although his strokes were rough, you sucked it up and took it like a champ.

"Fuck, you feel so good. That’s it Y/N. Take it." He grunted right in your ear. "Always so fucking tight!"

He grabbed the back of your neck and pushed it to the ground, his body towering over yours. You could feel the mud on your cheeks but you didn't give a damn. Geralt leaned over your body and clamped his teeth into your throat and bit just hard enough to break skin. You scream and clenched around him.

"Shit! Geralt! Fuck, I can’t-"

His teeth released your neck, but he just replaced it with his hands, pushing your face further into the mud. "Shut up and take it! You always take me so fucking well." His thrust was harsh and pleasurable.

You couldn't do anything but clench around him. Your body became so weak as your orgasm approached. You tried to pull his hand from the back of your neck but his grip only tightened. You hiss in response, your body humming in pleasure. After a moment, he grew tired of your hands trying to move his, so he grabbed both of your wrists in his hands and yanked them backward.

“Stop fucking moving.” He groaned out.

The new position allowed him to use your hands like handlebars and his thrust only felt as if they were hitting deeper and deeper! It was honestly too much, even a bad bitch has their limits. You tried to inch forward a bit to relieve the pressure on your g spot, but Geralt had other ideas. He let go of your hands and wrapped an arm around your waist, his fingers circling your clit. The pleasure became too much. His thrust was much rougher, the extra amount of force pushed you to the ground again. Geralt’s fingers remained on your clit, his other hand regained its position on the back of your neck holding you down. His thumb made its way between your lips for you to suck.

Geralt smiled at you in the new position.

“Seems like the bad bitch can’t handle it. Are those tears I see.” Geralt mocked you, the wetness between your legs causing loud lewd sounds in the air. You wiggles your hips in an attempt to remove some of the pressure off your clit. “I told you to stop fucking moving.

He grunted, "Seems like you can't follow basic fucking instructions so I've got something for you." He pulled you up by your hair so you were kneeling and started pounding into you again. He wrapped both of his arms around your torso and bounced you up and down like a rag doll. It felt like he grew even bigger in this position and you couldn't handle it.

You started screaming. Loud. Obscene curse words mixed with gibberish Poured from your lips. To bystanders, it might have sounded like you were being attacked. But you knew the truth. Your pussy clamped down so hard he almost had trouble pulling his dick out. His strokes faltering from your wet hot tightness.

You squirted. Continuously. All over the place. Your body shaking wildly, and this crazy deranged fucking beast didnt miss a beat. He kept the same pace and hummed. Fucking hummed. You couldn't stop cumming and your stomach was starting to cramp from the onslaught but you couldn't escape his hold. Your body was jerking and twisting, trying to get away from the man who was making you crazy. Stars exploded across your vision. You couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing through your head. All you could do was cum and cum and cum.

After what felt like a lifetime of constant orgasms his thrusts became sloppy, and you could feel his dick twitching inside you. Usually he cums on your chest or your face since he loved to see you painted in his cum. His words, not yours. You prepared yourself for him to pull out and douse you.

"Fuck, gonna cum. Gonna cum so fucking hard Y/N."

You wrestled one of your arms free and started to fondle his balls. "Give it to me. Cum all over me."

He bit into your shoulder and moaned. "No, gonna cum in you. Gonna flood your shit.” He smiled blissfully. “I'm gonna cum so fucking hard in you you'll be leaking for days."

You clenched even harder on him. Your pussy was down with that. But there was one thing he was forgetting. "Geralt, wait.” You tried to catch your breath. “Mmphm. I'll be pregnant if you come inside me."

He shifted positions again. He laid you on your back and spread your legs as wide as they would go. He started making deep lunges in your pussy and you could feel him bottoming out and hitting the back of your pussy.

A wicked smile fell across his face as he looked up at you. You could see the predatory glint in his eyes. "Exactly. I'm gonna knock you up. You're gonna have our baby. You want that right? You want to have my baby?"

Where the hell did this come from? You couldn't contain the shock on your face. "I didn't know you wanted a baby. You don't exactly like children."

He was shaking his head before you finished. "We've been doing this for years Y/N. Did you really think I'd waste that kind of time with someone I didn't see a future with? You are important to me. I want to have a family with you. I want you to stay by my side."

Geralt's thrust had slowed to a conversational pace. And though it still stirred something in you, you couldn’t help but want to finish the conversation.

You would be lying if you said you weren't in love with him. You just figured he wasn't interested in that kind of relationship so you took what you could get. Your heart fluttered at the chance of a real relationship with Geralt. If he was ready to have a child, then so were you. You two would be the best parents in the world. You both grew up with terrible parents so you would make sure the child would get all the love and attention you two never did.

You grabbed his face gently and looked into his eyes. "Yes, I want to have your baby. I love you, Geralt."

He thrust one, two, three more times and exploded. You couldn't help but come again at the feeling of him filling you up.

He nuzzled your neck, "I love you too Y/N."

He pumped into you until he was spent, then rolled over and pulled you onto his chest. You both laid there in silence while your breathing slowed.

You broke the silence first. "Well that was something."

He chuckled, "Definitely something. I meant what I said, Y/N. I want a baby with you. If I didn't knock you up just then, then I'm gonna keep going until I do."

You laughed aloud at the memory. "First time was the charm I guess."

Geralt nuzzled even closer to you, hands absently rubbing your belly. "I still had to give insurance." The humor was very apparent in his voice.

You shook your head, a goofy smile on your face, "Of course you did."

He hummed, the vibration calmed you instantly. "I love you Y/N. You and our baby."

You smiled and rested your hands on top of his. Over the child you were growing. The child that would be a perfect mix of you and him. The child you loved and would protect with your life already.

Both of you started dozing off, relaxed now that your morning sickness seems to have passed for a while. But you made sure to answer him before sleep claimed you completely.

"I love you too. You and your big headed baby."

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Chapter 17: Paranoia

(Eren)

It’s been a few days, since Eren found Eve or Natasha. He had noticed how his girlfriend had been acting strange. She was distant towards him. Eren wanted to know if he had done something wrong to make her feel like that. He thought about it. Deep down he didn’t do anything to pissed her off recently. Maybe she’s just naturally moody. He’ll let her be for now.

The titan shifter was walking along with the group to the location where Commander Hange and her last remaining soldiers were. The forest was dense. Everyone stopped to see two Scouts soldiers and two men who dressed like Connor. Probably they’re assassins. Connor had mentioned it at one point.

“Halt. Enemies or Allies?” One of the soldiers said with their rifle pointed at them.

Both Commanders Rico and Nile reassure them. “At ease, men. I’m commander Rico Brzenska of the Garrison Regiment. Your commander, Hange had sent one of her men to find us to work together.” Rico said.

The other soldier lowered his rifle. “I’m sorry Commanders, we have been on edge for days or weeks. We couldn’t recognize either of you. Please follow us. We’ll lead you to our cabin.” The group followed the soldiers while the assassin hid in the shadows to patrol for any danger.

Eren used his hood to hide his face just in case. This will be the first time he’ll see some of his old friends and Commander. He knows what’s waiting for him. He deserved it for being misguided. He noticed Eve also hid her face. She had her reasons for being Levi’s granddaughter from the future. Soon, she’ll meet her young version of her granddaughter.

As the group got closer, Eren felt nervous. He will get a legendary beating from his friends and mostly from his former captain, Levi Ackerman. Sadly, he won’t get to see Armin nor Mikasa since they are in Marley for a mission. One day, he will be reunited with his best friends.

Finally, they reached the cabin. There are people busy outside. Only a few people entered the cabin in which he was one of them. Natasha was outside sitting alone on a bench. Before he turned away, he noticed that Ricky was walking towards his girl and sat next to her. This asshole, why all of sudden he decided to talk to her again? Didn’t he distance himself from her? It doesn’t matter right now. Eren may be irritated about seeing Rick being close to his girlfriend, but he has other important matters at this moment. He trusts his girl. That's all it matters.

Once he’s inside the cabin, Commander Hange was standing in the middle. On her left, a man he never met; but Connor gave a description of William Miles, Mentor of the Assassins. On her right, Jean, his former rivalry and comrades glared straight at Eren. Fuck, here goes nothing.

“Oh look, the traitor is here. What the hell are you doing here, bastard?” Jean was pissed off when he saw Eren in her view.

Commander Hange raised her hand to gesture Jean to stop talking before things got ugly. “He’s here because Armin had vouch for him as an ally now.”

Jean shut his mouth. He doesn’t see why they should trust Eren. Wasn’t he the one of the reasons this nation became shit? Sure, the Templars made the first move to attack Paradis and Marley, but Eren and his precious Jaegerists had secretly worked against them before this sudden war.

Niles spoke as a reminder why they are here. “In these difficult times, we will need allies to defeat these invaders. We will need Eren the most especially Zeke and the Jaegerists still believe Eren is on their side. This is an opportunity to defeat them and that imposter, Lord Nathaniel. Our true ruler is Queen Historia Reiss.”

“That’s wonderful news. This will make it a bit easy to make a surprise attack.” Hange said.

William nodded in agreement. “We only have one of my assassins acting as a spy. So far, he mentioned, the Queen is safe but apparently, my grandson got caught.” He frowned at the thought of his grandson, Levi being kept on the animus machine. The same machine he and his youngest son, Desmond had been on. The side effect was served. The longer you spend time in that machine; you start developing the Bleeding Effect which could lead to sucide from the madness it causes. One of the victims, Clay Kaczmarek or Subject 16 took his life because of the madness of the Bleeding Effect.

Rico Brzenska was confused. “Your grandson? You mean the Captain Levi is captured? As Humanity’s Strongest is held hostage?”

Hange and Niles looked at each other then at the new Commander of the Garrison.

“We have a lot to discuss to catch you up.” Hange spoke.

Rico looked concerned in what had happened since she and Niles had been in hiding. Eren on the other hand was more concerned in the condition about Historia. He heard rumors that the queen gave birth to the baby but it had lived for a few minutes. He doesn’t know if it’s true or not. After all Natasha is the granddaughter of Historia and Levi. Either the baby had survived and was saved somewhere or both Levi and Historia had another child.

“Let’s all sit. I’m sure both commanders are exhausted from your journey here.” William gestured his hand to lead everyone to the table ahead.

Everyone nodded then started to walk towards the table. They all sat on to their chairs. Once they are comfortable enough, both Hange and William explain to Rico from Historia’s pregnancy to her secret relationship and marriage to Levi. Finally, they mentioned the birth of the prince. Eren sighed in relief the child survived and now Sasha is protecting him all the way across the world.

“Huh, the Captain and her Majesty? That’s a pairing you never see coming.” Rico said. She had absorbed what had been said to her.

“I was actually surprised too when they told me to be their witness. Armin was the first when he accidentally eavesdropped on them.” Hange chuckled from remembering when they came clean to her.

“Still I didn’t expect Captain Levi Ackerman to pursue a relationship with the queen. He’s so-” Rico was interrupted.

“Stoic, aloof, cold, and reversed…” Eren spoke out in a soft tone. “But, I can see why Historia had fallen for him. He’s dedicated, loyal, empathic. He and the queen have so much in common it’s hard to believe if we don’t know them too well.”

“I’m surprised you’re telling us this especially from your little stunt the last time we have seen you, Jaeger.” Hange raised her brow curiously from his words.

“I was not myself that day…” Eren looked down in shame. The odd artifact he has in his possession was powerful to control him. He was the thing he despised most. A slave. He still has it but made sure to be very careful so it won’t possess him again. Historia is a beautiful woman. If he was a normal man, he would crush on her like his old former comrades had done.

Dating or having a crush on any girl wasn’t on his agenda until he met Natasha. Before meeting her, he had dreams about her. That time he didn’t know who she was or what she would be for him. The first dream about her had awakened his sexual desire. He remembered that first dream still. She wore a white see through dress with a flower crown made of lavender and winter roses. The setting was in a dense forest with some sunlight shining through the trees. Eren could feel a heavy mystical energy. He had thought she was some goddess trying to contact him like this Minerva being. He had followed her as she playfully ran and giggled. It sounds so innocent and pure so he thought. Finally, she turned around to face him to speak.

“If you want me, you have to seduce me…”

“Show me, how much you desire me...only me.”

Then that innocent phase had disappeared when her dress slipped off from her flawless body. Her long wavy chocolate brown hair flowed from the light breeze. Her breasts were covered by her long. The way her eyes stared was full of daring, lust, and passion. He wants to get closer to feel her if she’s real. She had a mischievous smirk while taking a bite of a red apple then a yellow snake slowly slither down from the tree to her shoulder and further between her breasts.

That’s when he woke up with an erection. It was painful too. Eren shook a bit to focus on why he’s here.

“I see. You looked like a mad man that day, but if you show any signs of madness or an act of betrayal, I would hesitate to put a bullet in your head but your a titan holder of three so don’t worry, I won’t hold back to make you pay for it, so don’t test me. Do we have an understanding?” Hange glared firmly as her tone was dark. Eren thought Levi was scary but Hange had taken first place in that category.

“Yes, Commander Hange. I swear on my mother’s soul.” Eren said with a serious tone.

“But you still have a long way to have our complete trust with you.” Rico added.

Silence had took over the group. Then Will broke the silence. “We are going to need two more spies for the plan to work.”

Everyone stared at the Mentor Assassin. They all wanted to take their home back and end the war for good.

“Armin is going to ask Mikasa to have her convince the nation, Hizuru, to ally with us again. In return, we’ll give them what they want, our resources. Since Marley is under attack by the Templars; Armin vouchers for the new Commander in Chief wants to make a peace treaty and ally with us to defeat this war. Since the three of you are the last hold that represent this nation and Her Majesty’s military, it’s your call. But I would let old grudges go for the sake of this island and the rest of the world. If the Templars win to gain control of this side of the world, the next will be the other side where my home is and the infant crown prince is located.” Will said.

“Even though we do like the Marleyans for their attacks from many years ago; I will put aside my differences to save my country, my people, and my family.” Niles said.

Rico sighed. She can’t let her bad judgment ruin the opportunity that will ensure a better future. ��I agree. We’ll have a peace treaty and allied with our former enemies.”

Will turned to his lover to await her answer. “Hange?”

Zoe Hange was contemplating while tapping her finger on her chin. “Oh I’m all forward with teaming up the Marleyans. So who’s the new guy in power in their military?” She asked.

“Reiner Braun, the Armor Titan.” Will said.

Everyone was shocked. The Marleyans would have never chosen an Eldian as their higher up. This explained why all the sudden they want to have peace and have an alliance.

“So, do we all agree to accept this new alliance with Marley?” Jean said.

“Yeah, I will use the telecommuter to talk to Armin.” Hange said.

“Zoe, it's called a laptop.” William corrected her. She chuckled embarrassingly. “Oh how silly me. I’m still getting the hang of it.”

“Who do we choose to spy on Jaegerists and the imposter?” Rico said.

“Hm, Eren can be a double agent to spy on the Jaegerists. For the templars, we have Reggie spying on the templars and the grandmaster. So that leaves for spying the imposter.” Niles contemplated on who they should pick for that part.

Rico glanced at the window to see certain figures sitting on the bench talking to each other. “We can use Rick and Eren’s girl as spies. One spy for the King and the girl can play the queen’s handmaiden.”

Eren glanced at where Natasha was outside still chatting with the other guy. He glared at Rico for considering that.

“No. She’s not part of any of this! Are you trying to put her in danger? Absolutely not.” He was angry for the Garrison Commander wanting to put his Eve in danger. “Can you choose someone else?”

“Eren. Stand down. Remember what I said earlier?” Hange said. This made the titan holder stop talking but the expression was still upset.

“Take it easy Jaeger. The girl is perfect since she’s not recognizable. Plus, having you and Rick close to her; I’m sure she will be safe. The Jaegerists are allied with the templars and Lord Evans. So having a few more spies in each factor, it will give us the chance to get enough information to destroy them once and for all.” Rico continued.

Eren sat back down trying to contain his anger. This is what he’s afraid of. Having his girlfriend in a dangerous place and being killed. Oh fuck, he hopes it does not come to that or he’ll awaken the Rumbling to have the world wipe. She’s the reason why he’s considering his original plan to be at halt. The thought of losing her will be the same pain as the day he lost his mother.

While he was absorbed in his paranoia, he didn’t realize one of the soldiers had already called Natasha and Rick to enter. He could hear her light hearted laughter when she made her appearance alongside Rick. He turned his body to peek a glimpse at her. Eren can’t believe how lucky he is to have a woman like her loving him. She may have so many flaws, but she always has a fiery spirit that overshadows her other qualities. His green eyes stared into grey ones. Natasha gave a warm smile then her sight focused on all three commanders, the Mentor, Jean, and him.

“Rick and Eren’s girl, we have a very important task for the both of you.” Rico said which Natasha became annoyed at how Rico didn’t bother to say her name. Eren had told both Nile and Rico of her name yet only Rico kept calling her Eren’s girl, Girl, or Useless wanderer.

“What task would it be, Commander Brzenska?” Rick curiously to his superior officer.

“I’m glad you ask, Private Rick.” The Garrison Commander continued.

“We want both of you along with Eren to be our spies. All three of you will go undercover but you guys will go into different factors. Eren will go back to the Jaegerists to play his role as their leader. You, Private, will go undercover as one of the king’s trusted guards. The girl will go undercover as one of Queen Historia’s closest handmaidens.” Rico was interrupted by Natasha.

“I’m not Girl or any of the names you label me. My name is Eve. E...V...E. Eve.” Her tone was feisty. Rico grunted from being disrespected.

“You should watch your tone when you're speaking to a commander.” The platinum blonde woman glared at the brunette.

“Thank god you’re not my commander or I’m not in the military when I could get court martial for defining a superior officer.” Eve said.

“Ok ok both of you. We’re not here to fight, right Commander Rico?” Nile glanced at Rico hoping she doesn’t keep provoking. These two had always argued ever since they met. They just don’t like each other.

“Eve? What a unique name for a lovely woman.” William said to get Eve on their side.

“Yeah, my parents were very religious.” Eren knows that’s a lie but she needed to invent some background so suspicious won’t arise.

“Eve what?” William continues.

“Eve or my full name is Eveline Potts.” Natasha continued.

“Your accent is familiar. Are you from the States?” He said.

“Yes, I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana. I was here by accident. I was adventuring in the ocean with my boat then I got caught into a storm that drifted here on this island.” Her tone seemed very convincing if Eren didn’t know the truth. She’s seriously a very good liar.

William nodded and took her words for it. “Very well. Can you perform this task? I promise you once the war is over. My assassins and I will happily take you back home.”

“I can. If you need me to be a queen’s handmaiden, then you got the right person.” She made a graceful courtesy that high born ladies do. She had one of her famous smirks.

Hange was observing. To her, this girl has a bit resembling a dear friend of hers. Maybe the commander is seeing things. Well, it doesn’t matter. They got their spies.

“Tomorrow, all three of you will go to the capitol and play your part. Assassin Garcia will assist both Rick and Eve on getting into the new positions as royal guard and handmaiden.” Will said.

Once everything was settled, both Eren and Eve were finally alone in a room where they will rest for the night until the following day. Eren had held his feelings of agreeing letting his girlfriend take the role as a spy.

“Eve. Why did you agree in taking the task? You don’t have to join the cause or anything. It’s dangerous. You could get caught or worse get killed.” Eren sounded frustrated but also worried.

“Eren, I know you're upset and worried for my safety, but I can handle this. Please, trust in me? You will be in the same area.” Eve goes to wrap her arms around Eren’s neck as Eren pulls her close to him so he can hold her tight.

“I’m scared that something could happen to you. I can’t lose you. You’re the one who gave me hope. You’re helped me realize my plans are too extreme and there’s another way. You have already changed this timeline in a good way by saving the majority of the human population. That’s how important you are to me.” His head nuzzled on her chest. His tears fall from being scared of losing the woman he loves.

He can feel her fingers softly brushing his long dark hair. Eren can feel how relaxed he becomes under her touch. “I will not hesitate to awaken the Rumbling if the world takes you too.

Natasha bent to eye level him. “Eren, listen to me. You have to promise me not to use the Rumbling at all cost. Promise me, Eren. Promise...me.” Her hands were placed on his cheeks.

He could see how it frightens her that he’ll bring destruction if she dies. He didn’t mean to scare her. All he wanted to wake up from this nightmare and glance at her sleeping form. But this is a cruel world. The only beautiful thing the world had to offer was her. His Eve. His temptress.

Eren turned around to grab his bag where all his possessions are inside. He dug his hand to find an object. Once he pulled it out, it was a small silver case that has aged throughout time. He slowly holds both hands to place it on his lap. His emerald green eyes stared into steel grey eyes. She was curious why he held that case. Slowly Eren shuffled which Eve stepped back to give him room. The titan holder slowly goes down on his knee. Natasha gasped as she realized what he was about to do.

“Natasha Eve Ackerman Stark….I can’t live without you. These short weeks had been up and down already. But I know the moment I met you, you were becoming special to me. You’re my light to this madness world. Even if we get separate by time, I will one day find you. We are meant to be. I’m so crazy about you, I kept asking myself what had you done to me?” He chuckled then kissed her hand softly.

“I know it was not that long I have hurt you. I’m still sorry for the reason that made you cry. I just want to say. I love you. I love you always and forever.” He saw how her eyes got watery then watched how her tears fell from her beautiful face.

“Will you marry? I want to be your husband. If one of us dies, I prefer I will be the one. I can’t bear the thought of letting time pass and not having you beside me. Be my wife, Natasha.” His soft passionate tone made her sobbing on how his proposal speech was romantic.

She sniffled and tried to find the words to speak. “Will you still love me even if I had a past that labels me as being an easy girl?” She feels if he wants to marry her, he needs to know her past of the party and sex life she had. “Becaause in my time, I was known to be a party sex addict girl.”

“I don’t give a shit about your past. That was you before. All I know, I fell in love with a strong, confident, funny woman that is capable kicking my ass if I fuck things up.” He chuckled which she did too.

“Then yes. I will happily be your wife. I love you 3000, Eren Jaeger.” She whispered to him with a sweet velvet tone that made him go crazy. He gets up to sit back on the bed but this time; he pulled her to sit her on his lap. His hand still holds the case. He opened the case to reveal a bulky ring that’s shaped like a huge teardrop. The jewel had a perfectly cut shape, real emerald and outside of it there’s small diamonds.

Natasha gasped at how antique and beautiful it looked. How could Eren afford this ring? “Eren this is so beautiful.” Natasha picked it up gently to see inside the ring there was something written. It’s not in Eldian for sure. It looks Turkish. Why does he have an Turkish ring?

“Try it on. I asked a jeweler to make the band into her size finger. Natasha nodded as she slid the ring onto her finger. It does fit a perfect match. “Where did you-?” Eren interrupted her.

“It was my mother’s. Long ago before she died. She showed her most valuable possession which was this ring because it was a family heirloom. I don’t remember much but she said many centuries ago. A beautiful woman who came from a far away land. She ran away from being assassinated at her family’s palace. I don’t know if she was a princess or a bastard of some king. It had passed down through generations of females until I was born. Maybe one day, we’ll have kids and pass it on to them.” Eren explained.

“The only thing I can’t figure it out is the writing inside the ring along with some sigil it has.” Eren gently grabbed her finger where the ring was.

“It’s in Turkish. This ring looks so old that you might be a descendant of some Sultana who had escaped. You probably have Turkish royal blood in you.” She teased him. On the other hand, he rolled his eyes.

“Then my dad must have a thing for royal women.” He said in a joking tone.

“Well, after all you are his son. You’re forgetting I got royal blood.” She giggled.

“It’s a good thing I don’t care because I love you for you.” Eren learns to give a soft kiss.

“Good, because I love you for you. Even if you did try to activate the Rumbling because I know you have a good heart. You’re a good man, Eren Jaeger. Just remember that. “ She leaned in to kiss him more.

(Mikasa)

Mikasa had been busy doing small errands that Reiner kindly asked her to do. So all day, she ran around the base to send messages to other ranking officers. Sometimes she takes turns to help out the soldiers defending their last frontlines against the enemies. The raven haired woman was so occupied that she forgot to check in with Mentor Miles. Luckily, Annie got her back to check in for her. These several days, the Marleyan soldiers were slowly warming up to Mikasa, Armin, and Annie. Even though Annie is an Eldian-Marleyan, they label her as a traitor in the beginning. The Female Titan holder doesn’t seem to be bothered by being spew insults at first.

One day Armin had enough and defended Annie. Mikasa was shook and amazed how Armin began to gain confidence to speak out. He usually stayed quiet and let things go. She was proud of Armin in what he’s becoming. Annie had been good for him.

Speaking of relationships, Reiner had been busy being the commander in chief that he rarely had time to spend time with her. It’s fine for her since this is war. They are lucky to be together despite having heavy burdens in trying to stay alive and win the war. Mikasa was now sitting on her desk writing in code to send to Ambassador Kiyomi for help. Armin had told her to have the nation, Hizuru, to help them in time of their need. He was sure they would not reject them because Mikasa was a kin towards the Ambassador. She is an Azumabito as much as she's an Ackerman.

Her mind shifts to her other estranged kin, Captain Levi Ackerman of the Survey Corps. She may have issues with him due to her being overprotective towards Eren. Other than that, Mikasa was worried about him. News had reached to her that Levi was captured. She wanted to go back to the island to rescue him, but Reiner talked her into some sense. Mikasa is now trying to do her part so the government of Hizuru can assist them to fight off the templars.

Mikasa sighed once she finished coding her message. The letter was folded to be placed into the enveloped and sealed. She heard heavy footsteps coming towards the room. As the door opened, she turned around to see Reiner.

“Hey, what have you been up to?” Reiner hugged Mikasa.

“I was writing a letter to Lady Azumabito for help.” She hugged him back.

Mikasa gets up to be comfortably hugging her lover. Her cheek pressed on his chest to nuzzle gently. This is one of their rare times to embrace each other. As both couples had been busy doing their part in the terrible war that is happening.

“Armin already told you?” The blond haired man was starting to kiss her neck affectionately.

Mikasa let out a soft moan from having his warm soft lips on her skin. They haven’t had this type of contact since they had sex first time with each other. She uses her fingers to run through his golden hair. “Mhm...he did. I- n-need to g-give this letter to be s-send.”

The Asian-Eldian woman was losing in her thoughts. Reiner had a smirk when he noticed how distracted Mikasa was.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. It’s a good thing I, your boyfriend is now the commander in chief.” Now his tone became deep with husk in seducing his lover.

Mikasa was feeling her knees wobbly from the way his tone changed. Her hand traveled down to give a teasing squeeze on his covered manhood. A deep moan came from Reiner when she groped his bulge.

“I’m aware of your position, Commander.” Now Mikasa uses her seducing tone on him as she’s in control. “Try to be patient for a few seconds, baby. I am going to send this important letter then I’m all yours.” She smirked back at him.

The female assassin stepped back and went to the desk to pick up the envelope letter. She turned around to give a tender sweet kiss to Reiner. Reiner kissed her back from enjoying the kiss. He saw her walk away from the room to go send the letter.

Mikasa didn’t take long to come back to Reiner who had been waiting patiently in the room. She opened the door to see him lying on the bed staring up the ceiling. Once she has closed the door, Mikasa goes to Reiner and straddles on top of him.

“What have you been thinking?” Mikasa stared at Reiner who was lost in his own thoughts.

He noticed the weight of her body on him. Reiner glanced to see Mikasa laying her head on his chest while running her finger on his small exposed part of his chest.

“I’ve been thinking about you. How lucky I am having an amazing strong woman by my side.” He smiled at her. The raven haired beauty blushed from his comment. Her hand already started playing his buttons which some were undone.

Mikasa slowly rubbed his chest as she leaned in to kiss him again. They let the sweet kiss become passionate and hunger for more. Reiner slowly undoing her trousers. She kicks off her pants then goes back straddling on his lap. The blonde man hovered his lips on her neck to mark her skin. Her breathing pattern became shallow from attending his lips to her neck. Mikasa loves feeling his lips on her neck. It’s one of her favorites he does to her. She pressed herself down to feel his throbbing bulge as her hips rolled slow and steadily grinding on him.

Reiner groaned when her body grinded on him. His eyes were dark with lust. The Eldian from Marley stared at his girlfriend while she zones out from grinding fast. The titan shifter groped some parts of her body until he flipped her underneath him.

“Reiner...I love you.” Mikasa said breathlessly. Her steel colored eyes stared into his amber eyes.

Reiner gave a soft smile from hearing Mikasa saying those three words. He thought it would take her months or probably the last minutes when he dies for her to say it. He kisses her softly with love and gentleness.

“I love you, Mikasa.” He responded back. Mikasa was feeling shy as she expressed her feelings towards him. She rarely showed her emotions in general unless she saw her friends happy or in danger. She used to be reckless when it came to Eren but once she realized his feelings will never be mutual, Mikasa slowly disciplined herself to control her emotions. Being an assassin had also helped her with containing them.

She had removed his shirt as her lips kissed on his bare chest. In return, Reiner took off her shirt too. It didn’t take that long for them to be completely bare nude. Mikasa moaning from his fingers teasingly caressing her exposing body which her skin started to get goosebumps from this intimate pleasure.

Her body made an arch the more her body temperature had risen. Mikasa placed her palm on his chest to add pressure for him to shift their position back to how they were earlier. She climbs back on top of him, but this time she gently slides herself onto his hardened cock. Both groaned together when their pleasure intensified.

Mikasa felt his length stretch her walls. She slowly rocks her hips. Her hands were on his solid chest to steady herself. Reiner had already placed his hands gripping on her curves. His eyes can’t stop watching the way her hips roll gracefully. It’s like seeing an artistic dancer blowing away her audience with her skills. He’s a man who got hypnotized.

Reiner moaning along hers as their pleasure increases more. Her pace began to shift with speed. Now, he started to thrust upward onto her body rolls which she’s bouncing.

“Fuck Reiner...I love you…” She chanted again and again like a spell while being lost into pounding him on top. She leans in to roughly kissing his lips. Mikasa knows something within her wants to take over. She doesn’t know what it is, but for years she was scared to let that thing take over.

It’s one of the reasons she tried not to let her emotions get out of control. Sometimes when she dreams, the thing had always taunted her for being blinded with love to a human who had rarely appreciated her enough to be her potential mate. The thing in her dreams had looked like her. The only difference was that her eyes glowed silver. Her smirk looked devilishly. Her look-like stand proud like the warrior she was. Mikasa is the opposite based on whoever that monster was with her face. For years, it had neither given a hint who or what the monster was. When her eyes locked on Reiner officially on the day they spar together, that demon in her had awoken. Mikasa had swept under the rug to deal with that thing.

Reiner could hear her mumbling ‘I love you’ over again. She’s getting comfortable with expressing her feelings. He thought mentally. He was close to reaching its peak soon. The sound of their wet skin making slapping sounds echoes the room. He won’t be surprised some of the soldiers will hear them.

“M-mine...mine, mine..” He doesn’t mind Mikasa getting a bit possessive but it doesn’t sound like her the way she said. His eyes took a glimpse to see her beautiful dark grey eyes he adore had become glowing silver. This had raised concerns for him.

“Mikasa?” He said worriedly.

Mikasa was still riding on him, but her warm shy smile turned into a devious smirk. Her facial expression had lost her shy, reserve, caring that made her genuine to love. The titan shifter was in a dilemma because a part of him felt a bit scared but also felt Mikasa won’t cause harm to him. He felt her nail from her index finger tracing his face as if she’s toying her prey.

“Shhh my darling mate. Mikasa is asleep for now, but don’t you worry about that handsome face of yours for her. She is safe. My host can be stubborn in fighting to keep in control from me.” This new Mikasa rolled her eyes annoyingly at the amount of times both titan and host fought to be in control. She would have been cooperative if Mikasa had embraced who and what she truly is. An Ackerman titan.

Reiner was speechless. Nobody knows where the origin of the Ackermans is or how they are able to gain superhuman-like abilities to slay titans or massive armies. After all they are legendary to his people in Marley. His mother used to tell scary stories about the mythical clan of the Ackermans. When he went on his mission to Paradis Isle and encountered Mikasa Ackerman, he was scared and worried that their mission would not succeed. Turns out she was just a quiet girl who protected and smothered Eren Jaeger. During his betrayal, his perspective had changed when he saw how deadly Mikasa and Levi were capable of while fighting off them. Yet, he was still astounded how beautiful and strong Mikasa is. She was like a goddess of war raging into the battlefield.

“Y-you’re not Mikasa?” He said with confusion. This possessed Mikasa let out a velvety chuckled.

“Oh no, my darling.” she purred. “I’m Styx, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Reiner Braun.”

“Styx? Like the Greek mythology Styx?” He was still turning to understand what was happening.

“No, not really. But I picked that name when I was awoken when this woman saw her family being murdered. Poor child. We needed to survive. It’s who we are.” She leaned close to him to take a long sniff.

“Oh you do smell very nice. I have tried to get Mikasa to open up by taking you as our mate. I swear, do all Ackermans are stubborn and blind to meet their other halves?” She sighed. “Anyways, no where are we? Let’s resume our mating. I loved how you give me euphoric pleasures.”

Reiner was about to say something but he forgot his cock was inside her as she teasingly rocked her hips. He moans while letting Styx/Mikasa bounce on him. The blonde man let her continue until they both reached their orgasms. Both let out a final loud moan and Reiner cums inside her fill her with his hot seeds.

“Please don’t be scared of us. We’ll never want to hurt you. You’re ours, mate.” She cupped her hands on his face to kiss him passionately soft.

Reiner is still grasping on what this Mikasa or Styx had said. He nodded to ensure her, he understood. Styx nuzzled on him while resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly. He knew now that Styx is part of Mikasa and he will always be by her side no matter what. It will be strange, but eventually he’ll get used to it and grow to love the titan Styx too.

(Levi/Arne)

Kahr, Eldia Empire

One year had passed since their wedding. Arne and Ingrid had moved to a small home in the port town of Kahr. The town was bigger than Leira. After all, there’s many merchants from parts of the world. The trade routes from the Empire to other kingdoms like Hizuru, France, and Italian Provinces. They rent their home from a wealthy landlord who Arne’s father knew long ago.

Both couples worked hard to meet their ends. Lady Ingrid was determined to work hard in her job as a barmaid. She struggled at first to figure things out but eventually she got the hang of it. For Arne, he worked in construction for new homes. This was their daily life. For the past year, they had an awkward rocking marriage until a month ago they cave in and confessed to each other about their feelings. Since then their relationship blossom. Today, it was gonna be a busy day. It was morning, Arne woke up to see his wife not sleeping on the bed.

“Hm. She’s probably left early.” He mumbled sleepily. He got up to get ready. By the time he was dressed and walked to the small kitchen, he saw Ingrid making breakfast. Usually, she never makes breakfast, only supper. Arne was fine with it. He understood Ingrid was never taught how to be a wife of a mere peasant like him. She was a noblewoman who was betrothed to a prince.

He was amazed she had prepared a hearty meal for the both of them. Maybe someone taught her how to increase her cooking skill? The grey eyed man made a sound to get her attention.

“Oh? Good morning, Arne! I hope you slept well. Come sit down. I made breakfast. I have learnt a lot from working at the tavern.” She gave her warm cheerful smile. Ingrid placed a basket of fresh berry muffins.

Arne was still processing seeing her here in the morning making breakfast. He sat on the chair and glanced at the table that’s filled with two bowls of porridge, a pile of strips of bacon. Inside his porridge, there’s two slices of lemon and drizzles of honey with some brown spice sprinkle on it. He was curious where Ingrid got all these pricy ingredients? They barely could afford a ration of porridge for supper. Yes, that’s what they eat everyday for supper. It annoyed him since he was used to eating a variety of meals from his mother. One time Ingrid was frustrated because that’s all they could afford. Living in a town like Kahr was too expensive for them to live.

“Ingrid, where did you get all these ingredients? I appreciate you putting your time to make breakfast, but we can’t afford to buy lemons or whatever spice you bought.” He moves the lemons to see better the spice on his bowl.

“I didn’t buy them nor the ingredients to make our porridge more tasty. My boss gave me leftovers because they were gonna go bad by tomorrow so he was kind to give me. Don’t worry, I’m not an idiot to spend our money carelessly.” She gave off a hint of cynicism. The one thing she doesn’t appreciate from him was his thought of her being an ignorant person.

Arne sighed and took his spoon to scoop into his bowl and eat the porridge. His eyes widen from the amount of flavor in one scoop. His tongue feels the explosion in his taste buds. He moaned enjoying his breakfast. Once he swallowed the porridge, his eyes glanced at an smirking Ingrid feeling proud of her porridge recipe.

“Sooo what do you think?” She said.

“It’s not that bad. So what’s the brown spice stuff you put in the porridge?” He asked.

“It’s grounded cinnamon.” She said while scoping her spoon into her bowl to eat her porridge.

“I like it. It’s zesty, sweet but nutty too.” He began to eat a bit more face pace.

“I’m glad you are enjoying it. Here is a muffin. I just took it out of the oven.” Ingrid gave a warm muffin to Arne. He grabbed it and thanked her.

“Arne, I need to tell you something. I got a letter from my cousin, the leader of the clan.” Arne dropped his spoon to stare at his wife with worry. “He found us? When did you get the letter? You could have told me when you got it, Ingrid. Damn it. We need to leave right away.” He was panicking. Who knows her family or the king’s guard would be here very soon or they’re on their way here.

“Please Arne be calm. He’s not going to turn us to the king. He made a promise to me. He said in the letter that he wants us to go see him in my ancestral home in Völse. I know this sounds suspicious but he will keep his honor of not sending us to the king.” Ingrid pleading with her husband.

“Ingrid, didn’t you once mention that he was vouching for you to be married off with the prince? How can you be sure he’ll not trap us to our doom? I’m more concerned how he found us.” He rubbed his temple spots from the anxious feeling he was getting.

Ingrid looked down while playing her food. It’s best to come out clean to her husband. “I’ve been keeping contact since ten months ago…” Arne was in disbelief in what his wife had said.

“Wait what? You have kept this secret for ten months? Why? Do you have any idea you put both of us at risk? My parents' effort to make sure we are safe will be in vain. What has gone into your head, Ingrid?” He can feel his anger rises. He was trying to stay calm and level headed but this is a betrayal to him.

“I’m sorry….I know I should have told you in the beginning, but I thought you will shut down the idea to have help from my family.” She tried to explain her reason.

“I might at first but I would have considered it after. What gave you the idea to trust your cousin? We don’t know 100 percent if he’ll backstab us. He didn’t give a damn about his honor when you told me he sly his way to be the leader of your clan when it should have been you to lead.” He pointed it out. Arne gets up.

Ingrid couldn’t help to let tears slip from her eyes. She knew that her betrayal had hurt her husband. She loves him so much it broke her heart to see the look on his face. She thought it was the right way until for sure her cousin was being honorable this time and will help because they are family.

“Please Arne understand that I just wanted to know he was being honest about helping us. He regrets pushing me to be married to the prince. He thought he was doing right for our clan’s survival. I was selfish for not understanding how in danger my clan is. I didn’t mean to hurt you..” She sob from the situation she causes in their peaceful marriage. A month ago, they finally confessed to each other and consummated their marriage with love and passion. That result now led her expecting their first child. She just found out last night from a local midwife when Ingrid was having her sickness.

Ingrid feels if it’s the right time to tell him this news, but that’s what got to their argument right now because she had kept things to herself from him. Maybe telling him that she’s pregnant will calm him down and end this argument. My gods and goddesses, she hates crying in front of anyone especially to her husband.

Arne had been quiet. He looked down to not aggravate which he sees how Ingrid is crying. He didn’t mean to get over worked up for this secret she told him. It just hurts that the woman he loves doesn’t trust his judgment enough to know the letters she kept in contact to her family. This is one of his issues he had mentioned to her. Trust is very important to him in a relationship. He needs to leave to have time for himself before he says something to make her upset and hurt. He felt ashamed to make her cry.

“Arne...I also need to tell you something important.” She struggled with her words as he was still angry but quiet.

“What? Is it another secret you didn’t bother to tell me?” His tone was dry cold that made his wife flinch in hurt for now being labelled as untrustworthy in his eyes.

“I..I’m with a child. I just found out last night by the old midwife. You were asleep when I got home..I didn’t want to wake you up.” She sniffled while whipping her tears away.

Arne lifted his head up to glanced at her. He doesn’t know what to say about this news. It should be the happiest moment but all he can think about is the fear they will do something terrible to Ingrid and their unborn child? He’s now a family man. He can’t trust anyone around. What if their child grows up and is being used as a pawn for their political game? He needs to pack up and run away with his growing family to protect them.

“Arne? Please say something?” She looked scared and worried.

Arne walked to her and kneel to eye level her. “You’re with my child.” He placed his palm on her flat belly. He made a small smile at the thought his love of his life is carrying his seed, their child.

“How long are you?” He asked.

“A month exactly. I have been feeling ill and you told me to stay home to rest but I was stubborn to stay so at work; I passed out and the old midwife was there having her meal to check up on me until she found out I’m pregnant.” She said.

Arne had his hand cup her face while his thumb caressing her soft cheek with dry tear stain. “You really are a stubborn woman.” He whispered softly then leaned to kiss her lips.

In return she kissed him back. She was glad how his reaction was good about her pregnancy. They pulled away from their sweet kiss. “You married one.” She tried to make a joke.

Arne nodding then gets up. “It’s getting late. I need to head out to work. I want you to try to rest. Please?”

“How about I work until noon?” She negotiated.

“I will stop by at the tavern so we can have lunch together then we come home and talk about leaving town.” He kissed her forehead affectionately. Arne is still hurt for lack of trust his wife has on him, but at this moment. He doesn’t want to distress her in her vulnerable time.

She nodded in agreement and watched him grab his stuffed then packed some muffins. Probably to share with his worker buddies.

“Arne, I love you..” She said gently as he was about to exit their home.

He glanced at her. “I love you Ingrid.” He stepped out of her view and walked to his work. Ingrid sighed and started to clean up to get ready to go to work.

The rest of the morning goes by quickly and noon arrives. Arne was off earlier as the few homes were built for the day. He was walking on the streets to get to the tavern where his wife works. He entered the place to spot his Ingrid cleaning the mugs.

Arne went towards the bar and sat on the stool. Ingrid glanced up to see her husband in front of her.

“Arne! I’m glad you’re here. How was work?” She placed the mug orderly on the shelf.

“It was well. We finished the houses for today and I got my pay for this week.” He smiled. “How about you? Have you been feeling well with the baby?” His tone was concerned for her well being.

“Yes, I’ve been ok and our baby had made me get hungry that the cook kicked me out from kitchen duty. That’s why I’m at the bar.” She giggled.

“I’m happy you’re ok.” He smiled and admired her giggles.

“Let me get some lunch in the kitchen. Take any empty table and I’ll meet you right up.” She said.

Arne goes to pick a table to sit and waits for his wife. At the entrance, there were two men with strange foreign clothing coming. Suddenly, the sound of gunpowder was heard and all hell broke loose. The people duck under the tables to protect themselves. He glanced to see his wife frozen in place with two plates of warm meal. She whimpered in terror. Luckily, no harm towards her yet.

Arne Ackerman saw a knife on the floor and grabbed it just in case.

“It’s her.” One of the men said to the other. The other unscrolled the parchment to double check the image matched her.

“Take her. The king has been looking for her.” He mumbled.

Ingrid uses the plates to throw at them then make a run. When she was about to reach Arne, a third man snatched her. She screamed and struggled to get out of his grip.

“Arne!” She glanced at her husband. Arne had a fear expression as his worst nightmare is happening right now.

Arne roared in rage to use the knife and take charge to both of them. He barely made a slashed mark on one of the men’s faces as they screamed in pain. The other was behind him and knocked Arne down unconscious.

“Take this one too. Since the king wanted to punish him as well.” The men grabbed both Arne and Ingrid. Ingrid curses at the kidnappers while they drag her away.

Noooo Arne you gotta get up…

Fight or fly…

We’re Ackermans. We protect our family…

Back on the other side of the Animus, Levi was moving his body in despair. He knows the familiar feeling in what Arne is going through. Feeling useless and despair. Dr. Andersen pulled him back to reality as he stopped the machine.

“I think that’s enough for today. You’re showing signs of the Bleeding Effect.” His tone was concerned for Levi’s well being.

Levi opened his eyes and gasped from what he just witnessed. He sits up quickly while mumbling with anxiety. “I need to save her. I need to save her, my wife…”

Davos Andersen observed Subject 18’s behavior. Huh? Very Intriguing. “Historia?” The scientist assumed.

“Who is HIstoria? I meant my wife, Ingrid. Who are you?” Levi's accent changed.

Davos assumed Levi is Arne as the Bleeding Effect sometimes can make you believe you’re one of your ancestors. It will come and go unexpectedly, but it doesn’t last long.

“Arne, everything will be fine. We’ll help get your wife.” He said. This was the only way to calm Levi down until he was back to himself.

Slowly the male Ackerman blinked his eyes and he glanced around to try to remember what had happened. “What the fuck was that? How long was I blacked out?” He rubbed his head from the intense headache he’s familiar with.

“Ah, I’m glad you’re back to normal Levi. The Bleeding Effect has got you already. We will take it slow the next session. You can go back to your cell. Guards escort him back to his cell. We’ll continue tomorrow.” Davos said as two guards escort Levi out of the white room.

It was a short walk since the white room is very close to the dungeon cells. One of the guards opened the cell and pushed Levi in, then cuffed him to the chains as he is one of the dangerous beings to be held captive. Once they chained him and locked the cell, they left the dark dingy cells. On his right, he spotted a familiar figure next to his cell. Pixis was in the cell along with other important rank military men and women from different regiments. Some noblemen were locked too on the other side of this dungeon; there were extra cells but they were less dark and there were brightness from the outdoor ray’s.

“Captain Levi, I see they pushed your limit to be able to use the machine?” Pixis observed the younger man next to him.

Levi chuckled darkly. “You can say that.” He started to feel drained from exhaustion.

“Try to rest, soldier. You are our humanity’s Strongest but also our hope. Especially our beloved queen’s hope. I understand this is bs for you, but you, the queen are our hope. We are inspired that we’ll win this war.” The older general continued.

“I want to destroy those who crossed the line with us. I missed my Historia and our son..” He mumbled. Levi doesn’t care if the rest of his cellmates know about his relationship with the queen and that they have a child together who is alive and safe.

Just as he predicted, most heard what he said and started to mumble. The raven haired man scoffed annoyingly then rested his head on the hard stoned walls to try to rest. Soon everything was quiet. He can hear his titan counterpart talking in his mind.

Very soon, well drained the city with our enemies’ blood. It’s been a long time since we have feast on them.

A/N: This felt like a month had passed that I barely finished this chapter. There were some parts I struggled to where I wanted it to lead. So, enjoy the chapter and let me know what you guys think? Until next time!

#levi ackerman #levihisu #rivahisu #eren jeager #OC: Natasha #mikasa ackerman #reikasa #reiner braun #eratasha #they deserve a shipping name lol

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True Disaster (NSFW) | MLQC Lucien | Kinktober (October 2nd)

Prompts: October 2nd: Asphyxiation || Orgasm denial/edging || Public

KINKTOBER IS HERE and I’m liviiiiing. @alloveroliver thank you, thank you, thank youuuu for organizing and hosting Kinktober!!

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Lucien/Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral (female), orgasm denial, (semi?) public sex, overstimulation, sex toy (vibrator)

a/n: the title is from Tove Lo’s True Disaster. I believe this song applies to how I feel about Lucien perfectly. and I dearly hope I didn’t fuck it up during the editing

For the fifth time today, you’re wondering if this is worth it. It’s getting old.

You can barely concentrate on the pages in front of you, the letters blurring in and out of focus. Your breath is growing heavier, everyone’s voices loud in the background but still beyond your understanding. Your thighs squeeze together, a futile attempt to gain some friction, to ease the agony you’re being put through. Your coworkers have no idea anything is out of the ordinary, they have no idea you’re on the verge of losing your mind. And it’s all thanks to the man smiling angelically down at Anna while she thanks him for appearing on their special episode for Miracle Finder.

Sadistic bastard.

You would say he hasn’t even glanced your way, but you know that’s not true. You can feel him taking note of your reactions. Every drop of sweat that beads on your forehead, the slight tremble in your fingers, every moan you swallow with panic clearly visible in your eyes is observed by him. You can see how much he likes it, it’s clear in the dark glint in his eye. You can almost hear him purring with delight.

Your boyfriend is an evil man. It’s a part of his charm.

You wonder how no one can hear the buzzing in your body. You can feel it down to your toes, but it’s centred below your belly. Sending pulses that threaten to overwhelm you. It’s absent right now, but every once in awhile his eyes would dart to you and decide you haven't been tortured enough.

Just a little more, baby. Can you do it for me?

And so it would increase, pulling you under the surface but never letting you drown. It’s breaking you down inch by inch, a hand around your ankle dragging you into madness. Putting you right where he wants you.

Good girl.

It takes you a few seconds to realize someone was calling your name. You glance up to see another regular on the show, Kim. The singer. Kiki, Willow and Minor have agreed that while he wasn’t quite on Kiro’s level, the singer was very good-looking. His aloof and reserved personality only added to his appeal. You just hope he doesn't notice the twitching.

“Hi, Kim! Sorry, I’ve been...a little out of it, you laugh nervously. “What were you saying?” The man, bless him, just gave you a small smile before repeating himself.

“I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to be a part of the team,” he says, smiling a little wider at your protests. “I’m really glad I got to know everyone here. And you, of course. I’ve been a fan of Miracle Finder since I was a kid.”

And isn't that just so sweet?

You relax and smile back at him warmly, immediately engaging him in conversation about the common factor in your childhoods. He tells you how excited he was when he got a call from you, his usual reserved demeanour set aside. You miss his flushed cheeks and shy gaze completely, too busy telling him about your favourite episodes.

You’re distracted. And like a fool, you let your guard down.

“Um, I was wondering if you’re...seeing anyone,” he asks suddenly. You pause, blinking at the sudden question, a something nervous churning in your stomach.

“Huh?“ He seems oddly encouraged by your response.

“Yes, I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to get a coffee or something soon,” he confesses with a ghost of a laugh. Just as you’re done processing this, your mouth opens and the only sound you manage is something resembling a strangled tone because it’s started up again. Not low, not steady–it’s insistent, working the walls of your core ruthlessly. Your eyes fly to Lucien in panic, but he’s not looking at you. You hold on to the edge of the table, mouth open and eyes wide.

No. No no no.

Kim calls your name, concern in his voice.

“Right, um. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid,” you say and gasp, your smile shaky. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” His face falls but before he can say a word, you squeak something about the bathroom and fling yourself out of the chair, rushing out of the conference room. Your journey to your office is shaky at best, the wave building with each step you take. You fall to your knees with a low cry as the door closes behind you. You can’t touch yourself, because he’ll know. You can only pray that this time, he’ll let you finish.

“Oh God.”

Your hands are clenched in the pale blue carpet, your knuckles white. Your teeth are digging into your lip painfully. Your walls flutter, and you’re so close. It’s been over two hours since you started this game, your confidence in winning it non-existent after being denied for so long.

It was right there. And then it was gone again, snatched away from within reaching distance. You slump and whimper, the disappointment nearly unbearable.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fu-“

“Well, isn’t this a sight?” came a voice you knew were all too familiar with. You look over your shoulder to see Lucien standing in the doorway, an infuriatingly innocent smile on his lips. His eyes are anything but. You take a deep, fortifying breath and fall on your ass, leaning back on your hands, as you pant. There are tears in your eyes.

“I hate you.” He locks the door behind him. His smile slips into a smirk and you couldn’t help but think there was something extremely filthy about it. You want to devour it, lick the curve of it and see if it still stays when you shove it into your sex. It probably would.

“Do you?” He coos, slipping his jacket off and draping it over a chair. He moves smoothly, without a care in the world, as if you aren’t trembling at his feet. He offers you a hand and you take it with a weepy glare, letting him pull you up. Your knees are weak, and you have to lean back against your desk to be able to remain standing up. If he were a less composed man, you just know he’d be laughing evilly. Instead, he watches you, your skin heated and gaze needy.

“So much. You’re trying to kill me,” you say with certainty. He grins at that, a hand on your thighs already, stroking the flesh there teasingly. He kisses your cheek, your neck, humming at the taste. ”And you're succeeding.”

“That’s a very serious accusation, darling,” he says, tone mocking but mostly suggestive. Your belly clenches in response. “What in the world would I do after killing you? How would I go on?”

You scoff, hyperaware of his long fingers hot on your skin. “With ease and the memories of torturing me to keep you warm at night, I’m sure.” You try to adjust your body so he would be closer to where you need him. He pinches the inner part of your thigh in response.

“I would wither away,” he sighs, stepping closer to you. He’s sincere but your frustration has reached its limit. You don’t have the patience for his dirty mind games, not right now. “I like the real thing far too much.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.”

“No?” He brings his other hand to your mouth, tracing your lower lip with a finger. You bite it and the sound that leaves his mouth could only be described as predatory. “But you know I’ll give you anything you want, don’t you? You need only ask for it.” Ask for it. You have troubling asking for it, but you also have trouble with not being allowed to come for this long.

Decisions, decisions.

“Then let me–“ you try to say, but are ultimately unable to finish. Lucien’s mask slips into something eager. “Let me...“

“Let you?” he asks slyly, the pads of his fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. Your head tilts back, watching him as he leans over you with a hand resting on the desk. Your heart races faster at him being so close after what feels like ages.

You remain quiet.

“Let you what?” He asks again, a whisper against your lips. His fingers dance over your clothed entrance, his pupils dilating when he feels just what he’s done to you without even touching you. One dips into your sex slightly and your walls contract. You’ll say anything to get him to give you what you need. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Let me come,” you implore, mouth curving up when his hand stills, his eyes wide with surprise that you actually said it and gave in. You’re mildly embarrassed but mostly aching for him to touch you. He opens his mouth, probably to tease you a little more, because he’s an asshole – when you both hear someone calling your name. You ignore it, continuing. “Please, Lucien? Let me come. On your fingers, your cock, anythi-”

“____!”

It’s Kim.

‘Seriously?’

It doesn’t seem like he’s about to give up, his voice growing closer instead. The doorknob jiggles. Lucien and you stare at each other, breaths mingling. The look in his eyes is so electric, you chew on your lip nervously. And then he rips your underwear in half, stuffing its remains in his back pocket as you stumble.

“Lucien!” you whisper-scream. Honestly, he can be so jealous and petty. It pisses you off at times, but right now...you decide it’s working in your favour, because he’s pulling the vibrator out to replace it with his fingers, pushing your legs apart impatiently. Very out of character for him. You know it has everything to do with the guy outside, which has you terribly amused. “Maybe I should see what he needs–oh.“ You’re cut off by his fingers pushing their way into you, with Lucien not even bothering to start with one. There’s little resistance, and you might have thought to be self-conscious with how utterly wrecked you are, but you can’t think beyond the prize that’s suddenly within your reach.

Thank you, Kim!

“Oh, please, please please.” You cling to him, terrified of being left dangling from the edge again, your hips grinding into his hand. “I’m so close baby, just a little more.”

Lucien doesn’t say anything, his breath tickling the shell of your ear before his tongue sneaks out to trace it. Your hand comes up to rest on his broad shoulder, before slipping down to the fly of his pants. He’s wearing the black ones. A favourite of yours, mostly because of how they stretch over his backside. You had barely been able to look away every time his back was to you. Paired with his black turtleneck, it was positively sinful. And unhelpful.

You suppress a smile at his obvious bulge as you unzip his pants carefully, your fingers spreading over his briefs greedily as you palm him through them. He groans softly, biting down on your earlobe. Your fingers squeeze around him and you whimper. You can’t help but run a hand over his ass before you pull his briefs down, his cock leaking and stiff in your hands. Your lips quirk up at the feeling of him panting into your hair, and he kisses you urgently, his curling fingers making you moan and pull away.

You spit into your hand and wrap it around him, your palm warm and slick around his shaft. His tongue licks into your mouth again with increasing intensity.

The desk is uncomfortable beneath your back when he presses you into the surface, your stapler digging into your shoulder but it’s forgotten when his dick is slipping through your folds. The burn is satisfying, as is his low groan.

“Oh, you feel so good.” Your walls are clenching around him, your legs pulling him closer.

“You have – no idea how perfect you are.” He watches you arch your back with raw desire in his eyes. You have no thoughts to spare, just a deep hunger for him as he snaps his hips into yours, his fingers gripping your hips possessively. “Come on my cock. You’re – almost there baby, I’ve got you.” His words are a rumble that moves through your body. There’s no patience for softness, no sign of gentleness. He sets a harder pace, angling both your hips and hitting you just right, hand slipping down to your sex to finally throw you headfirst into darkness. The room is still spinning when it fades away, his cock still hard in you.

“I think I blacked out,” you croak, blinking repeatedly. He smiles down at you, a touch of wickedness to the curve of his mouth. He kisses you on the mouth, quick and hard, and then he’s pulling out of you and pulling a chair to take a seat. You have half a second to pray before your knees are pushed apart and his head is buried between your legs, tongue pushing through your slit, ravenous and precise. You can hear someone scream, only the rawness of your throat making you realise it’s you. His tongue is intent in the way he uses it, lapping at you and rubbing your swollen sex. It’s painful, you’re too sensitive but his lips are around your clit. The sounds you hear are obscene and you’re thrown into another orgasm, one you weren’t prepared for.

He doesn’t stop. You’re half gone by the time he stands up, his lips glistening with your own essence before he licks it off and his eyes are brimming with satisfaction.

“Beautiful.”

Your jaw is slack, your entire body seems to have dissolved onto the desk, your legs still trembling. Your hair is sticking to the back of your neck. His eyes don’t leave you as he strokes himself to completion, his seed spattering your abused sex like thick paint as a curse escapes his lips. Your slow smile is content and lazy, and still, he watches you.

There’s silence in the hall outside your office.

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