#by the time more named characters go they know. we all know

[sleepyhoon]

i see you (always, forever). - l.hs

synopsis. following your ex boyfriend’s sudden disappearance, lee heeseung seemingly enters your life at the perfect time.

pairing. stalker bf!heeseung x fem reader

genre. dark romance, smut, light humor.

word count. 6.1k+

warnings. swearing, obsessive behavior, stalking, brief mention of drink spiking (doesn’t actually happen), mention of alcohol consumption, person held in captivity, mention of past infidelity, extremely brief mention of childbirth, smut [ consensual somno, oral (fem receiving), p in v, sex toy usage ]. this fic contains dark content and is not at all how i view these idols. minors and ageless blogs dni. 18+ content read at your own discretion.

featuring. hwang yeji & shin ryujin (itzy)

a/n. happy valentine’s day babies!! wanted to do something cute and light but i fear it just wasn’t working out … so this right here is for my dark romance girlies hehe enjoy! drew inspo from the television show “you”! shoutout to bae @yangkkomi for beta reading

Lee Heeseung has the worst case of separation anxiety when it comes to you.

The mere thought of being away from you for too long is enough to send him into a spiral, and you barely even realize the effect you had on him. His naturally clingy nature raised no concerns to you; in fact, you relish in his borderline unhealthy infatuation with you — seeing as your previous boyfriend of ten months disappeared on a random Tuesday afternoon, leaving nothing behind but a note claiming he needed to start a new life.

The week of Park Jongseong’s sudden disappearance was agonizing. Yes, he assured everyone he was okay and simply was moving onto a new chapter in his life, and that no one drove him to make such a rash decision, but something about the situation didn’t sit well with you.

Jongseong wasn’t impulsive in the slightest, and you would argue he was one of, if not the most, mature, level headed men you’ve dated. He was distant at times which often felt unsettling, but had his reasonings and assured you he couldn’t have been happier in the relationship. That was one of your favorite things about Jongseong, how he always knew just what to say to calm your nerves, and how he always had a rational explanation for everything.

Running away so suddenly was out of character for him, and a part of you feared that, despite the note left behind, there was something malicious going on that led to his disappearance.

Your older sister, Yeji, had just given birth and was in the midst of planning her wedding, while your parents deemed themselves as “too busy to deal with your issues”, leaving you to become a shell of yourself without having anyone to confide in. Days turned into weeks of you locking yourself in your apartment, typing your ex boyfriend’s name into the search bar over and over, hoping something new would pop up; but nothing ever did.

After a long, tiring day of Zoom meetings and doing more research on Jongseong, your eyes had begun to flutter shut when a knock on your front door wakes you. Expecting it to be your Doordash driver dropping off a greasy, million calorie cheeseburger and a can of soda, you yell out to leave it at the front door. The knocking persisted, and with a sigh, you dragged your feet all the way to the front door, certainly shocked at the man that stood before you.

You don’t even give him the chance to explain himself before you’re asking, “Why do you look familiar?”

He grins at you, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against the cardboard box in his hands. “Unless you’re a book lover we probably don’t know each other; I’m a manager of a bookstore downtown, I’m there all the time.”

“Is it… Brookhaven? You guys have K-pop albums too, right?”

“Book-haven,” he corrects you with a polite nod, “and, yeah, we have albums. Have you been to the shop?”

“A few times.” You mumble, suddenly feeling very self conscious of your outfit choice. With the option to have your camera off during the Zoom meetings, you felt no desire to get dressed for the day, opting to work in your oversized sweatshirt and sleep shorts. 

The unnamed man wore casual clothing — a grey North Face jacket atop a black t-shirt and white cargos — yet, you felt completely underdressed in comparison to him. His gaze was piercing yet gentle, like he carried a certain confidence about himself in a way that didn’t come off as cocky or arrogant. Though, you really couldn’t blame him if he were the conceited type; he was definitely an attractive man.

The silver chain on his neck had been paired perfectly with matching earrings, including a silver hoop on his helix. His hair, though likely not his natural color, suited him perfectly; the subtle curls and waves giving him a classic, boyish look with bangs that fell just beneath his eyebrows.

You clear your throat, gesturing towards the package in his hands, “Are you dropping this off?”

“Yes! Uh, FedEx dropped off some packages at my store yesterday and it looks like this must’ve gotten mixed in,” he explains, extending the package towards you, “I tried calling the number on the label yesterday but no one answered, so I’m just swinging by to drop it off.”

You accept the package, rolling your eyes at the mixup. “FedEx is always doing bullshit.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “Trust, I’m fully aware. The driver for our block is this old-ass man; I once caught him asleep in his truck.”

You laugh a little too loud at this, inwardly cringing at yourself afterwards as you tuck the package beneath your arm. “Well, thanks for bringing my package…?” You trail off, hoping he’ll complete your sentence by offering you his name.

“Heeseung, Lee Heeseung.”

“Thank you, Heeseung, Lee Heeseung.” You repeat, earning a grin from him.

“No worries,” he responds, fishing something out of his pocket, “and feel free to stop by the store sometime, especially now that you have a coupon.” He says, offering you the small slip of paper from his pocket.

You accept it, eyes widening at the “BOGO FREE KPOP ALBUM” staring back at you. “I…is this real? You really don’t have to.”

Heeseung shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, “It’s no big deal, I keep coupons on me to hand out, anyway. Plus, we’re trying to make room for more stock.” He says, slowly walking backwards down the hall as he inches away from your door. Like a magnet, your body automatically angles towards him, hoping he’ll say something else.

“You’ll just have to request a manager when you’re ready to use it, regular associates can’t process certain coupons under their employee number.”

You nod, free-hand gripping the doorframe as your eyes follow Heeseung, “What days do you work?”

He shrugs again, “Doesn’t have to be me, I have two assistant managers that are there pretty often.”

“Right, but, when are you there?”

He pauses, titling his head at you before responding, “Monday through Friday, eleven-to-eight. Sometimes I stop by once or twice on the weekends to check in.”

“Will you be there tomorrow?”

“All day, eleven-to-eight.”

The following morning, you had the sudden urge to buy a K-pop album and get another one for free.

Heeseung had spent a good portion of that morning conversing with you from behind the counter, listening intently when you got on the topic of your previous boyfriend’s disappearance. It’s still a touchy subject for you, and probably not the best thing to talk about while getting to know a guy you’re interested in, but Heeseung’s question on how “such a pretty girl” like you was single required a truthful answer. Initially, you feared your response of “my boyfriend went missing” would be enough to scare him off, but Heeseung didn’t seem phased in the slightest.

In fact, in the two-and-a-half months you’d been dating Heeseung there was almost nothing you could say or do that would phase him to the point of genuine concern. Not how it took an insane amount of motivation for you in order to clean your apartment (he was fine cleaning it himself), or how often you’d forget to take your very much needed medication (he was more than happy to remind you every morning and night, and even went as far as requesting a refill when the bottle was nearly empty and picking it up for you). Catering to your every need was just another simple task for him, and you’re more than grateful that the universe seemingly dropped him right in your lap when you needed it most.

Heeseung was patient, understanding, and was absolutely devoted to your relationship. In his eyes, you deserved nothing but the best, and was keen on making sure to provide for you. 

Cooking for you was probably his favorite task. He wasn’t the best at it per se, but improved with every attempt, and you seemed to enjoy his meals despite them not being to his liking.

He’d woken up early this morning to prepare a Valentine’s day breakfast for you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he slipped out of bed and into your kitchen. The original plan was to go all out and cook a ridiculous breakfast feast he’d seen on TikTok that featured cinnamon rolls, sausage, and fluffy pancakes.

He burnt the first batch of cinnamon rolls and decided it best to simplify your feast down to eggs, bacon, and french toast sticks. Slightly disappointed that his original plan didn’t work out, your boyfriend sighs at himself as he pours a glass of cranberry juice before setting it on a wooden tray table. How he made it to your bedroom without dropping everything was beyond him, considering how he was still weak from sleep and could hardly keep his eyes open.

Heeseung pushed the door open with his foot, peeking his head in slightly and furrowing his brows at your sleeping figure. If not from the noise of clattering dishes, he was almost certain the smell of food would be enough to wake you up. He knew you were a heavy sleeper, but never realized how heavy.

“How are you still asleep?” He mumbles to himself with a sigh, setting the tray of food on your desk before retreating to your bed. He digs his knee into the edge of the  mattress, gently shaking your leg in an attempt to wake you. You don’t budge, your slumber remaining unaffected as the sounds of your light snoring continue to fill the room. His fingers trail down your leg until they reach the sole of your foot, his fingernails softly tickling the sensitive area until you’re jerking your leg away in discomfort.

“Weirdo.” You say through a yawn, angling your body until you’re laying on your side.

Heeseung rolls his eyes at your insult, grabbing ahold of your leg as he responds, “A true weirdo would’ve put their mouth on it, you’re lucky it’s just me. Now get up, I made breakfast.”

Waking you up was no easy task, whether it was seven in the morning or half past noon. Heeseung suspects you’re still recovering from sleep debt after all the nights you’d spent lying awake researching Jongseong’s disappearance. The nights you could sleep didn’t typically didn’t last long; it’d either take hours until you finally drifted off, or you’d wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare; leaving you unable to go back to sleep.

Your sleep schedule hadn’t gotten back on track until you met Heeseung, who made sure you were taking melatonin, iron pills, and just about anything that would help you sleep soundly and feel less tired during the day. And while the extra supplements may be working, there was still a lot of sleep debt you were recovering from; an almost concerning amount that made it difficult for you to get up most days.

You groan into your pillow when the smell of Heeseung’s freshly made breakfast hits your nose, your mouth nearly salivating from the scent alone. As much as you wanted to sit up and start eating, your limbs were still heavy with exhaustion. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be up,” you plead, “I promise.”

Heeseung shakes his head. “Y/N,” he whines, “just get up, I wanna spend time with you before work. You can go back to sleep after I leave.”

Today was the release day of author, Shin Ryujin’s, newest sapphic romance novel that Heeseung could not remember the title of; just that it featured a lot of smut, has over twenty-four chapters, and was highly anticipated. Her team had reached out to Bookhaven not too long ago, inquiring about hosting a Q+A session and book signing event on the day of its release. Initially, Heeseung had planned to reject the offer since it fell on Valentine’s day and that type of event required his presence, and he’d originally planned on spending the entire day with you. The payout of said event, however, was more than enough to get him on board.

He’d be leaving the shop and heading over to you around five, and have Sunoo or Jungwon close up, leaving him with just seven hours with you that he’d planned to make the most of. All he needed now was for you to wake the hell up before he has to leave.

You still don’t budge, mumbling something incoherent before the snores resume and you’ve drifted back to sleep.

“Babe,” he says flatly, shaking your leg. “Y/N. Baby. Dude, get up.”

Still nothing, and Heeseung’s on the verge of kissing your forehead and calling it a day, but there is one thing that could get you up.

Slowly, he peels the thick comforter off of your body, relishing in the fact that you chose to sleep in one of his shirts. Allowing himself further onto the mattress, Heeseung’s hand reahes for the hem of your shirt, pushing it up just enough to reveal your lavender colored panties. He pauses, glancing up at you momentarily before lowering his head and nestling it between your thighs.

He starts off slow, placing a light kiss on your inner thigh before trailing his lips upwards. Pausing right at your hip bone, Heeseung’s fingertips move to the core of your underwear, lightly scratching at your cunt through the soft material. Frustrated, he whines your name once more before slowly trailing your panties down and off your legs, discarding of them on the other side of the mattress.

Fingernails digging into your flesh, he grips your thighs as he repositions himself at eye level with your cunt, inching forward slowly until he’s pressing his lips right against yours. It’s gentle at first, much like how he’d kiss you any other time, a few gentle pecks until he was desperate for more.

Heeseung tilts his head slightly, and finally has his tongue fall flat against your entrance. The groan that escapes his mouth from the contact comes from deep in his chest, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents on your thighs from how hard he’s gripping them.

He licks a long, slow strip along your cunt upwards towards your clit, licking and sucking at the bud as if savoring the feeling of your taste on his tongue. He repeats his movements a few more times, growing desperate as the seconds pass by, each moan and whine from him becoming more desperate and whiny than the last. You shift around slightly, furrowing your brows a bit, but still not fully awake.

Another minute passes by and you’re still asleep. Your body automatically responding to Heeseung’s touches, but they’re still not enough to wake you. He’s not bored in the slightest, though, and would argue that he could probably go on for hours if that’s what it took; but he has to leave soon, and needs you awake as soon as possible.

With a sigh, he kisses your thigh once before twisting his body and reaching over to your nightstand, opening the bottom drawer and digging around slightly until his fingers brush against the rubber vibrator he’d been searching for. It’s an air pulsing one you’d bought before you’d met Heeseung, and when he’d discovered it in your room for the first time, he’d insisted on implementing it into your sex lives as much as possible.

He turns it on, choosing to keep it on the first setting before pressing it directly on your clit. A sharp gasp escapes your lips at the contact, with Heeseung keeping his gaze fixed on your face. Gently massaging the toy against your cunt, your eyes slowly began to flutter open, a loud moan echoing through the room as Heeseung turned the toy up to a medium setting.

You grab a fistful of Heeseung’s hair, yanking him forward until his mouth is on your cunt again. The sudden roughness takes him by surprise, but he doesn’t seem to mind it in the slightest; in fact, he can feel himself stiffening in his boxers from you gripping his hair alone.

Moaning into your cunt, Heeseung does his best to keep the vibrator pressed against you while he eats you out. His desperation was astonishing, his moans nearly being as loud and whiny as yours as he continued.

When you’re finally close, which doesn’t take very long; Heeseung discards the vibrator completely; mindlessly tossing it on the floor to lap at your cunt with his tongue. He presses it flat against you, dragging your wetness up to your clit before sucking the swollen bud between his lips.

You orgasm almost instantly at that, trapping Heeseung's head between your thighs as you come on his face with your back arching off the bed and swears pouring from your lips.

You’re panting as you come down from your high, breath rigged as you drape your arm against your forehead, “Wow.”

“You okay?” Heeseung asks, voice muffled as you finally release his head was still trapped between your thighs.

“Shit,” you loosen the grip, “sorry, Hee.”

“Don’t apologize. Oh my God, I could’ve died like that and would’ve been okay with it.”

Weirdly enough, you don’t think he’s joking.

“Anyways,” he continues, “you okay?”

You nod, pressing your lips into a thin line, “I’m definitely up.”

“Yeah, me too,” He responds, tapping on his painfully hard erection. “Can I…?”

“If you do all the work, sure.”

Heeseung scoffs, already moving to tug his pajama pants down, “As if I ever let you do any of it.”

It’s not a complaint, Heeseung was more than happy being the more assertive one when it came to your sex life. He didn’t mind doing most of the work as long as it meant you were getting off.

When he turns you to lay on your side you let him, resting your back against his chest as he teases his tip at your entrance. You bite down on your bottom lip, hand gripping the bed sheets when he finally does slide himself in. Heeseung grunts into your ear, placing a gentle hand on your hip, “ ‘m gonna go a little bit fast, okay? We don’t have a lot of time.”

He wasn’t exaggerating, either.

At your confirmation, Heeseung pulled out of you entirely before pushing himself back in; his thrusts overwhelmingly fast but not painful or rough. You yelp when he bites down on your neck, though, a habit he picked up upon finding out you enjoy being marked up.

He was certain that neither of you will last long like this, so it doesn’t surprise him that after a few minutes you’re already creeping up on your orgasm. Heeseung takes this as a sign to speed up his already quick thrusts, his nails digging into your hip as he presses his head onto your shoulder.

You finish first with Heeseung just a few seconds behind you, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of him filling you up with his cum. As always, he keeps his dick buried in you for another minute longer, only pulling out when he’s reminded of how little time he has.

Sitting up, Heeseung moves a few stray strands of hair out of the way to plant kisses on your face, but you stop him with the excuse of not having brushed your teeth yet before he’s able to properly kiss you on the lips.

He scoffs, “You just came on my face, do you think I care if you have morning breath? Don’t insult me.”

“At least let me eat first so I can get this weird taste out of my mouth,” you counter, reaching over your shoulder to pat Heeseung on the cheek. “Can I do that?”

Heeseung lets out a loud, dramatic sigh, “If you insist. Let me clean you up first, though.”

He stands from the bed, awkwardly pulling his boxers and pajama pants back up before excusing himself to your bathroom. He takes care of himself first before running a rag under the sink faucet and returning to your bedroom.

After cleaning you up with practiced ease, Heeseung discards of the rag in your bathroom hamper and slips back into your bedroom, finally delivering you the breakfast in bed he’d been anticipating all week, a wide grin on his face as he sets the wooden tray down on your lap. “All your favorites: french toast sticks, bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, and a glass of cranberry juice. Bone apple teeth.”

You chuckle at his joke, admiring the feast laying in your lap as you grab a strip of bacon, “Where’s your food?” You ask, noticing there was only enough servings for one person.

Heeseung shakes his head, resting the palm of his hand on your bare knee as he sits across from you, “I’ll pick up something on the way to work, didn’t have time to make enough for both of us.”

With a pout, you take a bite of the bacon strip, “Now I feel bad.”

Heeseung grins, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t, consider this part one of your Valentine’s gift.”

You’ve finished the first strip by now, moving onto the second one as you use your free hand to retrieve your phone from the nightstand. “Well, at least let me pay for your breakfast then.”

He shakes his head at you, reaching for your phone that you manage to pull out of reach. “Babe, you seriously don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you respond, halfway through Venmo-ing him fifteen dollars, “that should be enough.”

“Y/N…”

“Done! And don’t send it back or else I’ll be really sad, you know gift-giving is my love language.”

He chuckles, using the fork and knife on the tray table to cut a piece of the french toast stick, “Thank you, baby. You spoil me.” He dips the fork into the container of maple syrup before bringing it up to your parted lips, cupping his hand underneath to prevent the syrup from dripping onto the bed sheets.

You hum, cupping Heeseung’s face as you chew, “Anything for my princess. Also, you said this was part one of my gift?”

Heeseung nods, cutting another square off the french toast, “Part two is still later tonight, once I’m off work.”

“Can you tell me what it is now, please?” You plead, clasping your hands together as you jutt out your bottom lip, staring up at him with a pout. For the past week, Heeseung had been teasing about this big Valentine’s day surprise he had planned for you, claiming it would be the “surprise of a lifetime”.

He hums, feeding you another forkful. “I’ll tell you this, when you have the time, you’re gonna have to pack an overnight bag.” Your eyes light up, waiting patiently before speaking as Heeseung continues, “And, you’re gonna have to be dressed up once I pick you up after work. Nothing crazy fancy, just… something nice.”

Heeseung can tell you want to bombard him with more questions, and brings another forkful of food to your lips before you have the chance. “I’ll be picking you up around five-forty-five, ‘m sorry I’ll have to be at the shop most of the day.”

You shake your head, picking up the glass of cranberry juice, “Don’t be, I hope the event goes well. If you have extras, can you bring me a copy of the book?”

“For sure, and I’ll see if I can leave any sooner so we have some extra time together.”

“You seriously don’t have to,” you assure him, taking a sip of your drink, “besides, I have some errands to run in the meantime.”

Heeseung raises a brow at you, “Oh? You’re going out today?”

You nod excitedly, setting the cup on your nightstand, “Yeji and I are taking the baby to a Mommy-and-Me yoga class then doing some shopping.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes at the mention of your sister, setting the fork and knife back onto the tray table. You frown at him, shoulders slouching as you tilt your head, “Why do you hate my sister so much?”

“I never said I hated Yeji.”

“You didn’t have to, it’s pretty obvious. You never wanna talk to her when she’s around and you roll your eyes whenever I mention her.”

Heeseung shrugs, “She’s just not my cup of tea, is all. Our personalities clash.”

Of course there’s more to it than clashing personalities, but you’re not quite ready for the full truth just yet, so he decides to leave it at that. “Anyways, how are Jake and Jihan?”

Your eyes light up at the mention of your future brother-in-law and nephew, “I talked to Yeji yesterday and she said things are good! Jihan is starting to roll over and Jake plans on asking his friend, Sunghoon, to be his best man. Oh, and Yeji says the baby is finally starting to look like Jake.”

“Really?”

You nod, “Mmhm, Jake is so happy.”

“Good for him,” Heeseung mumbles, watching as you take a bite of the eggs. “Gonna have to head out now, but I loaded my card onto your Apple Wallet, ‘kay? Use that while you shop.”

You blink at him, “When’d you do that?”

“Last night, consider it part one-and-a-half of your gift.”

“You spoil me.”

Heeseung grins, “Anything for you.”

The drive to Bookhaven is quiet, with Keshi playing from the stereo as Heeseung made his way to the shop and parked by the employee entrance.

Stepping right into a pile of snow, he shuts the car door behind him before making his way across the street and stopping by his favorite breakfast cafe, Heaven’s Treats. He ordered his usual: two bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches on croissants and two bottles of water; using your fifteen-dollar Venmo gift to pay and tipping the staff with a few dollars cash.

He heads back over to his shop afterwards, unlocking and entering through the employee entrance. Once inside, he unlocks his office door first, setting the bag of food down on his desk before heading into the main area of the shop. Taking a few minutes to wipe down tables and put away loose books, Heeseung hums to himself as he enjoys how quiet and peaceful the shop is. Shin Ryujin was sure to bring in a crowd later today, and he can already tell he’d be leaving the shop with a headache.

Once finished, Heeseung retreats back to his office and shuts the door behind him, grabbing the bag of food from the desk before walking over to the closet door. With a sigh, he opens it up, pushing the file cabinet to the side to reveal the door to the hidden basement. His eyes jot down to the keypad under the doorknob, where he quickly types in your anniversary before twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

Staring down at the wooden staircase, Heeseung sighs once again, “Let’s get this over with.”

Carefully, he retreats down the steps and into the basement, looking over into the glass chamber and finding Jongseong, your ex boyfriend, sound asleep on his mattress. Heeseung chuckles once he’s made it down the stairs, walking over to the pass-through attached to the glass chamber and opening it, sliding in the breakfast sandwich and bottle of water before shutting it with a loud click!

Heeseung retreats over to his desk and computer monitors that sat opposite of the glass chamber, sitting on his office chair before grabbing and turning on the intercom microphone. “Sleeping in?”

His voice comes out ten times louder in the glass chamber’s speaker, jolting Jongseong out of his sleep as he presses the palms of his hands onto his ears. “Jesus fuckin’… is the intercom necessary?! You’re right there! I can hear you through the glass!”

Heeseung shrugs nonchalantly, setting the microphone back on the desk, “You’re a heavy sleeper.” Jongseong sighs in response, rubbing his eyes as Heeseung continues, “Brought you breakfast, it’s in the pass-through. Eat before it gets cold.”

“How do I know you didn’t do something to it? Sick fuck.” Jongseong spits, arms folded across his chest as he stares at Heeseung through the glass.

“Do something like what?”

“I don’t know, spike my drink like last time?”

Heeseung lets out an agitated groan as he slumps in his chair, retrieving his own food from the takeout bag as he responds, “How many times do I have to tell you I didn’t fucking drug you that night? You actually made everything a lot easier by getting blackout drunk at a fucking nightclub.”

“Yeah, and if I didn’t blackout? Then what?”

“Who cares? It doesn’t matter, what matters is that you’re away from Y/N.”

Jongseong shivers at the mention of your name, immediately looking away from Heeseung and focusing his attention on the food in the pass-through.

Around six months ago, you’d showed up to Bookhaven hand-in-hand with Jongseong, and Heeseung had been enthralled with you ever since. He spent is every waking moment doing his research on you, which included doing a deep dive on the people closest to you: your immediate family, close friends, and stupid fucking boyfriend.

Heeseung knew the moment he laid eyes on Jongseong that he was no good for you, and was clearly putting up a facade when the two of you were together. Heeseung saw right through it, how quickly he’d pull out his phone to snap a text when you were looking, how he’d roll his eyes whenever you got too excited about something, how he almost never responded to your PDA — he was the fucking worst, and you deserved so much better. You deserved Lee Heeseung.

Days leading up to Jongseong’s disappearance, Heeseung had been watching him like a hawk; cyber-stalking him as closely as possible without being caught, until, finally, Jongseong decided to go clubbing one night.

Heeseung’s original plan was to wait until Jongseong was slightly drunk and knock him out, but Jongseong getting blackout drunk on his own accord made things way easier for Heeseung — all he had to do was pretend to be a friend to Jongseong and convince everyone else he’d be getting him home safely.

Dumbasses, all of them.

Jongseong stands, scratching the back of his neck as he walks over to the pass-through.

“Anyways, it’s Valentine’s day,” Heeseung says after biting into his own sandwich, “you have any plans? Oh wait.”

Jongseong rolls his eyes again, mumbling “Fuck you” under his breath as he retrieves his food and drink. He inspects the sandwich thoroughly before taking a bite, chewing slowly as if trying to taste each and every spice and flavor.

“Wait,” Heeseung speaks, suddenly realizing something, “if you just woke up, that means you missed the show.”

Jongseong rolls his eyes a third time, already knowing what Heeseung was getting at. “I’m sure I didn't miss much.”

Heeseung swivels around in his office chair to face the three monitors, each one surveilling different areas in your apartment. You were blissfully unaware of the hidden cameras he’d set up in your home that have been recording your every move for months on end. He’s doing it for your own safety, really; keeping an eye on you at all times.

You’re in the kitchen now, loading up the dishwasher with music playing from your phone, stopping every few seconds to belt out the lyrics or make an attempt at doing the choreography. Heeseung enjoys watching you like this, when you truly get to be yourself because you think no one is around.

He grins, switching over to the center monitor and hitting the rewind button until he sees himself entering your bedroom, “There we go.” Heeseung monitors himself closely, watching as he sets the tray of food down on your desk before walking over to your mattress.

He moves out of the way so Jongseong has a better view of the screen, a smug expression on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. The monitors were on at all hours, meaning the only entertainment Jongseong had was watching you stroll around your house. Weirdly enough, it pleases him to keep an eye on you like this, making sure you’re still okay after all this time.

He can do without watching you and Heeseung have sex, though.

Jongseong turns his head away the moment Heeseung removes the blanket from your body, groaning in disgust as he takes another bite from his sandwich. “I don’t need to see this.”

Heeseung shrugs, mumbling, “Your loss” as he speeds up the replay. He prefers to focus on the key moments anyway, like the face you make right before you come on his, or how your entire body tensed when he leaned down to bite on the nape of your neck.

As arousing as it was to play back all those moments, he primarily used it as a personal study guide on what you liked the most, so he’d be better at pleasing you going forward. This behavior had started before the two of you even got together, if he’s being completely honest. One simple, playful retweet from you about preferring to receive oral rather than give it had him ordering a pocket pussy the very next day to practice on.

The first time the two of you hooked up, Heeseung had spent approximately twenty-four minutes going down on you, only stopping when you expressed concerns about his jaw locking up — not that he cared.

“Wait a second,” Jongseong pauses, crumbling the empty food wrapper into a ball before tossing it to the floor, “what happened to that big breakfast feast you kept talking about, huh? With the, uh, the pancakes and cinnamon rolls?”

When Heeseung doesn’t respond, Jongseong continues taunting, “What, realized you couldn’t do it? That you can do something as simple as prepare a meal? Wow, are you—”

“Shut up, dumbass.” Heeseung interrupts him with a shake of his head, swiveling around in his office chair until he’s facing Jongseong, “You think you’re better than me because you know how to cook? Go on then, cook something. Go to the stove and prove you’re better at me than cooking.”

Silence falls between the two, with Jongseong glaring daggers at Heeseung as he tightens his fists.

“Oh, wait,” Heeseung continues, tapping his chin, “you can’t cook; you’re trapped in my basement while I fuck your girlfriend.“

“Whatever.”

“Oh, now it’s whatever, but just a second ago you were so much better than me for knowing how to cook — you also know how to lie and cheat.”

“Whatever, Heeseung, just drop it.”

“How do you think Y/N would feel if she found out you were cheating on her with her own sister? How old do you think Jihan will be before Jake realizes why they look nothing alike?” Heeseung questions, tilting his chin at Jongseong, as if expecting a legitimate answer.

The mere thought of Jongseong and your own sister getting together behind your back is enough to make Heeseung gag; he couldn’t fucking believe two of the closest people in your life would deceive you like that. It was beyond disgusting, and he had a strong distaste for Yeji the moment he found out.

Ashamed, Jongseong turn away from Heeseung’s gaze. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes, turning around in his seat until he’s facing the monitors, “Anything involving Y/N is my business, fuck-face, including you and anyone else that bothers her.”

He navigates the surveillance controls until he’s back to watching you in real time, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smile when he sees you facetiming someone. He shushes Jongseong, who hadn’t even been speaking, as he turns the volume up in order to hear you better.

“…and I think he looks just like you, seriously…Jake?…I mean, I don’t know…I’m not really seeing the resemblance yet…”

Realizing who you were talking to and what the topic of conversation was, Heeseung clicks his tongue, “They may even find out sooner than you think.”

The sound of Yeji’s voice through the speaker has him rolling his eyes as he turns down the volume, not that it mattered, considering you disappeared into the bathroom a few moments later.

“Hey,” Jongseong taps on the glass, “let me ask you something.”

“No.”

“Why do you have a camera in every room except the bathroom?”

It’s a genuine question, but it comes out more perverted than Jongseong had intended it to.

As if the answer was obvious, Heeseung raises a brow as he responds, “I’m giving her privacy, pervert.”

[grandline-fics]

hello can I request Luffy for true loves kiss for ur valentine's event? ur prompts are super cute btw!! I literally was stressing over which character to pick for this prompt 😭

DESCRIPTION: True Love's Kiss- The moment they realise they're in love

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Luffy

WORDS: 1,046

A/N: This was also requested by @destynelseclipsa. I hope you both like what I came up with for this one and that it's to your liking. Thank you for the request and Happy Valentine's day guys

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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When the Strawhats docked at the island that morning the crew became confused about being told they wouldn’t be allowed to enter properly just yet. The explanation given was that there was a festival being prepared in the city’s centre for the evening and it would be too difficult to get everything ready in time with outsiders getting in the way. Most of the crew understood and settled in for an afternoon on the ship. Luffy, however became all but impossible to control. Knowing there was a city-wide party just hours away from happening left him a ball of frantic energy just wanting to sneak into the city centre and take a peek at what was to come.

Nami had been yelling at him to behave and just be patient, with Zoro and Sanji holding him firmly in place under the navigator’s instruction but still they struggled. If Luffy wanted to break free he would. You knew it was only a matter of time before he broke, with Nami soon following suit so you decided to get ahead of things to ensure everyone had a good time at the festival. 

Getting up from your seat you approached your Captain and boyfriend. Even with your steps being casual against the Sunny’s deck and muted over the sounds of Sanji, Zoro, and Nami’s yelling, the second you drew near Luffy’s head turned immediately towards you and his dark but bright eyes fixed on you. Anything the others were saying, were completely drowned out by this point as he smiled happily at you.

“You can go peek if you want, Luffy but it’ll just be boring. There won’t be any cooked food ready at this point and maybe a couple stalls built.” You explained with a shrug. “If you want to see that you can just go to Franky and Usopp’s workshops and see what they’re working on right? Or we could stay here and see if Sanji would make something to tide us all over before the festival?”

Sanji jerked when Luffy effortlessly pulled out from his and Zoro’s hold. He glanced at you and quickly grinned, anything to keep Luffy content enough to be patient and even better if he had a hand in it, it would earn him more favour with Nami. “Yeah. How about a pre-festival feast?”

The island they’d found themselves and now got to fully see was bursting with life and colour. Everyone was so cheerful, infectiously so. Luffy grinned broadly as he took in the sights and sounds overwhelming his senses in every direction. Now he was glad he listened to you and stayed on the Sunny until it was time to attend the festival. Keeping one hand firmly linked with yours, he hurried from one stall to the other taking in as many games, food, and possible trinkets to buy. Through it all you grinned at his enthusiasm, soaking up the radiant positivity and excitement that Luffy brought to the already joyous atmosphere. While Luffy was buying another local delicacy to try, Chopper called your name. You told Luffy you’d be right back and hurried over to the doctor to help him pick what to buy from a souvenir stall. Immediately Luffy pouted and watched you across the street. 

“Oh I know that look.” Luffy turned to see the old man in front of the stall he was at. His confusion grew when the man grinned broadly. “That’s the face of a man in love.”

“Love?” Luffy repeated, a hint of hesitation in his tone. Quickly he glanced your direction again. Yes you were both in a relationship but love was a new topic. “What makes you think that?”

“Not think. Know.” The old man clarified with a soft laugh and shake of his head. “That hopeless, lost look you got now even when they’re so close. Besides I’ve been watching you two since you got here. It’s obvious you’re in love with how you look at them. How they’re the only thing that matters above all else.” Luffy blinked at the explanation and looked over at you again, unable and unwilling to stop the smile shaping his lips when you waved him over to join you. At the smallest beckon you gave him Luffy was already moving, needing absolutely to be as close as possible. Now with the old man’s words in his head Luffy began to consider it with more seriousness than he would have without the prompting. He truly couldn’t be without you. But did you matter more than anything else? 

“Luffy! Careful!” You spoke suddenly with widened eyes. You were hurrying towards him to meet him halfway. He blinked in surprise to see you leaning down to pick up his hat from the ground. In his movements and the busy city streets, the tied rope keeping the straw hat around his neck had come undone and it had fallen. He hadn’t even noticed it was loose. He didn’t even realise or felt it had fallen. You had occupied his notice completely and even seeing it had been missing from his person for just a few seconds didn’t bring him nearly as much agitation as you leaving his side had done. 

His hat, his defining image and greatest treasure truly did matter less to him compared to you. Luffy smiled when you settled the hat firmly on his head and secured the rope to make sure it didn’t slip again. Meeting your gaze Luffy was struck with the confirmation that what the old man had pointed out to him was obvious. He knew people called him clueless sometimes but in this moment he fully agreed with him. “I love you!”

“For saving your hat?” You ask with a smile. Your boyfriend was a lovable and affectionate guy so you took his statement with a carefree smile. You only froze when you saw Luffy’s stare on your face was stronger and more serious than anything you’d seen before. His declaration wasn’t one being said thoughtlessly. He meant it with every fibre of his being and it shocked and warmed you instantly. Your lips parted and your took a breath before staring at him with just as much love as he was giving you. “Love you too, Luffy.”

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[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Zae!!!!! (you know me, this is going to be long lmaooo)

That was so incredibly hot I'm not even kidding. I have so many things to say and it still won't do justice to how incredible reading Evanescence was.

First of all, I want to say just how funny that cut was between the woman from Doyle's Tavern insulting him and asking for money in exchange for information to Arthur walking out with said info, all his money and a ban from the Tavern?? Idk it just made me laugh out loud for real 😂. Alright, now more serioulsy—

"Instinct lured him to the debauched inn, and your name frothed from his muzzle in more of a growl than speech. Like a rabid dog, he snapped and barked orders at the women unlucky enough to be trapped with the beast on the arena floor."

Looove that section and the paragraph after. Fellow figurative lovers, we are spoiled. And Jesus am I completely insane for finding the whole thing even hotter with a bestial, animalistic Arthur like this? Perfect comparison.

And the whole ring part! Their entire relationship is SO well written and so well balanced. You had shared your doubts with me about how to write an LH, but my GOD, this was absolutely perfect. GIVE YOURSELF MORE CREDIT I'M BEGGING YOU!!

His intrinsic violence, his possessiveness that dominates him in spite of himself is so in character, and YET, we love it, we love him, just as always.

I so love all the nuances you described in both him and the Reader. She's aware of the problems in their relationship and wants to fight him; she refuses to make things easy for him and give him what he wants. She loves him and hates him so much at the same time... And Arthur, all his impulsiveness, his brutality make us think he's looking for control at all costs; in the end, it's just the only way he can react to the fact that it's him who's completely in love with her and under her thumb. Brilliant. The dialogue in this part is really perfect, with Arthur repeating the “Yours” more and more surely. *sighs*

“You don’t own me, Arthur Morgan!” But the shouting was no use. He closed in on you again, and you reached out, clenching your fists in his shirt to stop his advance. If he noticed, he didn’t let on, talking with a tight jaw. “No, dammit, cause you own me.”

And the wild kiss right after! The whole prey and predator game, so so good. You know I'm suuuuch a sucker for these kinds of comparisons. And the way they're fighting each other but getting closer at the same time... So, so erotic.

And EXCUSEEEE ME, Reader insulting him as they succomb to it? I am so into this. God it made my body feel all sorts of ways 🥵🔥

He knew you were dancing dangerously close to the cliff’s overhang by the way you were keeping him in place, right where you wanted him. But the brute stopped and locked eyes with you, lips curved downward. That slight glimpse of vulnerability you thought you’d seen earlier was now on full display. “Say you won’t go,” he choked out.  Down on his knees, looking up at you with genuine sincerity was the closest he’d ever get to prayer or penance. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat but didn’t answer him.

Oh. My. Lord. I could DIE from this simple vision. This is just incredibly hot and so good to read; I wasn't expecting him to actually be the dominated one here. (Big boys just want to be taken care of, don't they?🤭😉)

And Jesus, how do you achieve that Zae? Because the part after was even better!!! Honestly, I was already choking here, and then that:

“No good, thieving, murderous bastard.”  “I know.” He drew out, tightly clutching the sheets. With a firm nudge, you urged him onto his back.  “You don���t deserve me. Never did,” you continued. His hips jutted in time with your wrist, his climax sitting low in his balls.   “I–dammit–I–kn–know.” The muscles of his stomach constricted as he fought for breath, damn near suffocating under your touch.  “I’ll change.” He gasped, eyes closed, and brow furrowed. “I’ll change. But–ahh–I ain’t ever gonna be good enough for you, woman–nghh–no matter how much changin’ I do.”

I AM DEAD!!!! I loved this part so much I think I read it four times already!!! I mean come on guys, the dialogue, every word sounds so fcking good, perfectly transcribing his voice, making him spit out he's indeed too bad for her, and her stroking him like this, him babbling that he'll change? I'm getting all excited again just talking about it 🫠 This is definitely one of my favorite fic moments, ever.

And of course, as always, the grandiose climax, with once again the predator comparison but with HER as a lioness???? ZAE MARRY ME. This was absolute perfection. And even better, the second echo with him finishing inside, while she asserts "Yours". I just can't with that level of perfection, of masterfulness. This is mind-blowing, Zae. You really made me lose my mind with this one.

The last words also struck me; they are so relevantly bitter-sweet. An ideal ending for this nuanced relationship. You're forever inspiring me.

To conclude, one of my new favorites of yours (yes I knoooow every new one is becoming one of my favorites of yours, but hell I'm just a girl and you're still so incredibly talented!). I'm left in awe of your talent, every time, and here especially with such a subtle LH Arthur. Please, be proud, because you really did him justice. Bravo, bravo, bravo.

Love u! -Your loyal Piney 💞

Evanesce

Summary: You try to runway. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 3,673 Tags: angst, smut, mid-low honor Arthur, handjob, unprotected p in v, oral, breeding kink, tb? Don’t know her. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, toxic relationship

An: I feel like I ran a never ending marathon with this one. Drafted it a month ago, but I never really vibed with it. Challenged myself to just get it done and make sure I was proud of it. Once again, I'm trying to step out of my comfort zone. Shout out to @googoolies for the note idea! As always, I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Tagging @hihomeghere because you asked ❤️

Evanesce: to dissipate like vapor

Worn floorboards of Shady Bell wailed under Arthur’s weight as songbirds began their morning melodies. The gunslinger scoped the eerily empty, quiet camp for traces of you, but all he found was a folded letter on his pillow.

Echoes of your last conversation flashed in his mind as he tramped across the narrow room to retrieve the note. Two nights ago, The Old Guard overlooked their kingdom from the second-floor balcony as they discussed their plans to wage war against Angelo Bronte. Bile stung the back of your throat as two-thirds of the trio outruled the other. Hosea’s final words to Dutch and Arthur, “You’ll damn us all,” filled you with dread and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom.

Arthur avoided your shadowed eyes as he reloaded his weapons and ignored your outcry against Dutch’s plan. Your desperation had turned swiftly to indignation, and an argument commenced, your voices clashing like swords. You begged him not to go, pleading with the enforcer to listen to reason for once, to listen to you. But he pushed back with the shield of obstinance he had long forged for survival. 

“I don’t take orders from you, woman, and keep your goddamn voice down.”

Thousands of tiny needles pricked at the backs of your eyes at the harsh directive, but you held firm. 

“Arthur, if you go I’ll–” 

“Don’t,” he warned dismissively, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and ambling to the door. He didn’t even bother saying goodbye as he twisted the knob. Your last words fell on ears deafened from years of gunfire. 

“If you leave, I won’t be here when you come back.”

Two days later, Arthur masked his guilt with anger as he skimmed over the last piece of you left in the room. Four words in the polite loops of your handwriting taunted him: Saint Denis. Train. Running. 

After a quick check of the cinch, he found himself begrudgingly engulfed in the city of smog and greed he’d come to hate so much. Riding through the maze of cobblestone, brick, and vermin was like laying under a guillotine, staring up at the blade and waiting for it to drop. Law on every corner, people jammed together, and now, Bronte’s men out for revenge–none of it felt right. 

Taking in a breath that didn’t reach deep enough, he started his search for you in this hornets’ nest of a city. Most of the hotels and saloons served him with nothing but a heavy dose of adrenaline and dead ends. As he approached Doyle’s Tavern, his last stop, he dug his nails into his trembling palm, savoring the sting of apathy that came with the pain.

Arthur made a beeline to Gabe Doyle, reciting his rehearsed description of you. A woman standing beside him, whose garments had seen cleaner days, tapped him on the shoulder. The outlaw didn’t even look at her, didn’t give her time to speak before he rejected her with razor-edge disdain. When Arthur finished, Gabe only shrugged his shoulders, but the woman, still standing close by, let out a derisive giggle.

“He won’t be of no help, mista’. Coulda’ told ya’ for free, but it’ll cost ya’ now.”

Ire made his ears ring, drowning out all the other sounds in the slum’s saloon. He drummed his fingers hard on the worn wooden bar, the taste of pride sour on his tongue. 

“How much?” 

Cleavage spilled over her top as she leaned towards him and twiddled brazenly with the collar of his shirt. 

“Well, for clients that play nice, seven dollars, but for you, rotten dirty bastard––times it by ten.” 

A minute later, he exited Doyle’s Tavern not a cent lighter, heavy with an indefinite ban, but finally, a real lead on you. Four new mocking words overshadowed ones from the letter: Whore house; Courtenay Street. 

A brothel—a goddamn brothel. 

Instinct lured him to the debauched inn, and your name frothed from his muzzle in more of a growl than speech. Like a rabid dog, he snapped and barked orders at the women unlucky enough to be trapped with the beast on the arena floor.

They tried futilely to stop his march down the hall, tried to keep him from getting to you, but the chaos drew you into the colosseum and into the lion’s direct line of sight. You yanked the man-turned-animal by the sleeve and sealed yourselves away before he could do any more damage. 

More tame now, sea storm orbs surveyed you in a quick but covert once over, then he spun on his heel, searching for anything else to focus on.

“Christ, been looking for you all day, woman,” he bit out through clenched teeth. 

The lone wolf prowled the new territory for a threat but was only met with a vacant cave and the empty feeling of shame. Deflecting, he found your luggage, lifting the bags with the practiced ease of carrying buckets of water to and fro. His biceps flexed with the weight of your whole life in one bag, but he nodded at you, matter of fact. 

“C’mon. M’taking you home.”

Home. You could’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt so much. None of these places had ever been home.

“I ain’t going nowhere with you,” you fired back, grabbing for the suitcase in his hand. A brief game of tug-of-war ensued, your grip relentless, Arthur’s unwavering, until he finally let you pull one of the bags free. He dropped the other and exhaled with the sharpness of a saber but stayed silent at the conclusion of your weaponless duel. He’d fallen in love with that gnawing defiance, but now it was tearing him to pieces, bit by bit until it exposed the marrow of pure anger.

“Runnin’ off is one thing.” His nostrils flared, and the timbre of his voice deepened as he carried on, “But running off t’here–– selling yourself?” He shook his head and blew air through his teeth, “Yer crazier than I thought.”

You whirled away from him, swatting your hand like he was as insignificant as a fly.

“And you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. Ain’t selling myself, you damn fool! And I’ll do whatever the hell I please. Right now, I want to get far away from this shit city and you.”

“No, you don’t,” he said, dragging out the words. “I know you just as well as you think you know me. If you wanted away–really wanted away–you wouldn’t’ve left this pretty little letter, and sure as hell wouldn’t’ve told me where to find ya’.” He retrieved the letter from his satchel, held it up just long enough for you to see, and crushed it in his fist before discarding it on the floor.

“That’s what I think of your pretty little letter.” 

You had started a slow involuntary backtrack during his monologue, the flight response pushing back against the fight. He followed, sandwiching you between himself and the door.

“Screw you.” Scorn was hot on your breath.   

Just as you thought to turn the knob, to free yourself from the prison of flesh and wood, the iron teeth of a bear trap, his fingers, clamped around your wrist, bringing your hand to eye level. 

“And you still got something of mine.”

Both pairs of eyes landed on a small round sparkling opal set in a gold band on your left ring finger.

You’d never forget finding it on your pillow along with a letter from Arthur that just said, “One day…”

He had made promises he didn’t keep. First, you just had to wait for the Ferry Job. Next, you needed to survive Colter. Then you had to get far away from the Pinkertons, and most recently, all you needed to do was help case the Lemoyne National Bank. One last job, he’d told you. It was the same thing he said before leaving for that boat in Blackwater.

Contempt flowed through your veins as you tried to wrench free. God, you hated him right now, but you hated yourself more for letting him fool you.

“Let go.” You hissed, seething. 

Your hand throbbed as he gave your wrist another squeeze.

“You first.” Then he nodded towards the stone on your finger. “My ring,” he demanded.

Your knuckles collided with the wood of the door with a hard knock as you freed your hand. You flattened your palm against the wood behind your back, guarding the ring from the career thief’s piercing gaze.

“No,” you shot back, sinking into yourself. “It’s mine.” 

Your finger throbbed around the ring you’d seldom taken off. It had become part of you, melded to your skin like a vine coiled around a tree in a beautiful and deadly embrace. 

“Yours?” he huffed incredulously, shaking his head, trying to form your words into something he could understand. For a short beat, the heavy huff and puff of his breath was the only thing you could register. 

You had mined forever to find something other than cold coals of anger within him. You thought you’d found it—thought you’d finally struck gold when he confessed his feelings for you somewhere out west all that time ago. Now, you were left wondering if it was only fool’s gold you had stumbled upon. The cowardly knight was far too proud and far too afraid of getting stabbed to lay down his armor. But you were having a silent conversation with those sad eyes, reading words he’d never speak or ask aloud. What does that make me, then? 

“Yours.” He answered his inner thoughts without hesitation.

Mine. You thought back but only stared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of cracking under his scrutiny. 

“Yours.” He repeated assuredly, final. 

It was your turn to shake your head now; you could hear his vocal cords vibrating, generating sounds you were supposed to understand, but he may as well have been speaking another language because what the hell did he know about being anybody else’s? You repeated your thoughts bluntly.

For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his hand shot out, cupping your jaw and tilting your face toward his. He was so close, you could smell him now. The scents of liquor on his breath and leather in his hat permeated your whole being.

“You don’t think–” His voice was low and trembling with fury. “I been yours since the goddamn day I laid eyes on you, and you know it.”

Fight, flight, freeze, and now fawn all warred for dominance. Twin mirrors of blue cosmos peered into your soul, but you didn’t look back, knowing that black holes of destruction ruled in the center and could swallow you in the blink of an eye.

“You have to go, Arthur.”

You tried to reach for the knob again, but Arthur imposed on you further, his chest brushing against yours. 

“No,” he said. “I ain’t going nowhere without you, and you ain’t going nowhere without me. M’done talking about it.”

It’s like he couldn’t listen, couldn’t hear you, couldn’t respect what you wanted. He only ever responded to shouting and violence. So you dipped down to his level, anything to get him to understand. Your open hand pushed full force against his chest, knocking the wind from him and making him stumble backward.

“You don’t own me, Arthur Morgan!”  

But the shouting was no use. He closed in on you again, and you reached out, clenching your fists in his shirt to stop his advance. If he noticed, he didn’t let on, talking with a tight jaw.

“No, dammit, cause you own me.” 

You balled your fists around cotton fabric and pulled him down into you, inhaling like you were bracing for the worst. This game, Predator and Prey, had become second nature to you. You would always be his fawn, thrashing and wailing, yet never escaping the salivating jaws of the coyote. And it always ended the same: a clash of heavy breathing and snarls before you surrendered.

Tobacco and whiskey never tasted so good, and they were just as addictive as him. Your teeth clashed together, and his left hand fell to your hip while his right twisted the lock on the knob. 

He was never gentle, but now, he was almost crazed. Rough hands that were trembling only an hour ago were all over you, gripping your jaw, sliding under your blouse, pushing and pulling you to his whim.

“Falling in love with you was the dumbest thing I ever did,” you confessed as he removed his hat and set it aside; he had better access to you without it. Heat surged through you as his hands bit into your hips, pinning you in place against the locked door. 

You mumble under your breath, “Bastard.”  

So far, he was ignoring your attempts to rouse him; you were his pretty little doe, caught in his chops, and a few barbs wouldn’t keep him from utterly devouring you. Dipping his head into your neck, he fixated on that pulsing artery, taking no time to roll the flesh between his teeth.

“Goddamn asshole,” you huffed but cradled his head as he claimed you.

He brushed over the ruptured blood vessels with his knuckles, and the bastard was smiling, eyes glazed over with lust and self-indulgence. Electricity sparked down your legs as he looped his fingers in the waistband of your skirt. 

You swore to yourself two nights ago that it was all over, that you wouldn’t let him slither back, yet here you were, Eve, being tempted by the serpent. Teeth sank into the forbidden fruit with the lift of your hips off the door, giving him permission to snatch both your skirt and bloomers down in a swift pull. Arthur didn’t need much persuasion to eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil; a man like him could have never lived for eternity in The Garden of Eden. 

The pair of you wore pride like heraldry, but neither of you was as honorable as you’d led the other to believe. You, provoking him with the threat of leaving, knowing you’d let this happen as you always did, and him never changing and never stopping the cycle of broken promises. 

Your scent was intoxicating, but he held off from relishing it, studying your face like he’d done many times before. Something was different this time, though. Only for a heartbeat, you saw something in his eye, a minuscule hint of vulnerability. You blinked, and it was gone like it was never there, replaced by an unabashed smirk. You kept the insults flying. 

“Jerk.”

Hearing the laugh rumble in his chest made your skin prick up the same way it did when a thunderstorm was brewing on the horizon. The cowboy braced his hands against your thighs and peeked up at you, his lips still curved in the corners.

He lifted his eyebrow in question, “You done?”

“Shut up,” you responded, tangling your fingers in his hair and guiding him, not so gracefully, to the heat between your legs. 

Obeying, he flicked his tongue out to lap at you, drawing you closer in a hug, his palms resting on the curve of your ass cheeks. Steadying yourself against the door, you tugged on his hair like reins, but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop. You grunted and cursed under your breath as that gluttonous, greedy grifter feasted on you. 

Blasphemous sounds rose up from your chest as you rocked your hips feverishly with every swipe of his warm wet tongue against your clit. Every tug of his locs and bump of your mound into his nose sent blood pulsing full speed to the bulge in his pants. He knew you were dancing dangerously close to the cliff’s overhang by the way you were keeping him in place, right where you wanted him. But the brute stopped and locked eyes with you, lips curved downward. That slight glimpse of vulnerability you thought you’d seen earlier was now on full display.

“Say you won’t go,” he choked out. 

Down on his knees, looking up at you with genuine sincerity was the closest he’d ever get to prayer or penance. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat but didn’t answer him.

Instead, you ushered him back to his feet and crashed your lips into his again, tangling your tongue with his.

In a swift motion, you popped his suspenders loose while you walked him backward. The backs of his knees hit the bed, and he shimmied off his multiple layers just as quick as you unfastened the buttons on your blouse. You stood before him, a goddess, determining his eternal fate. And he waited, fixated on you, languidly stroking his engorged cock while you decided.

You replaced his fisted grip with yours, bending to meet his eye. The almost frown on his face made you wonder what he was seeing staring back at him. You imagined your pupils blown out, your lips swollen, and your hair disheveled. Arthur was the only man in the world who could turn you into a vixen. 

“You’re a fool, Arthur Morgan.” Your noses were almost touching as you tightened your grip and stroked him painfully slowly. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded, his face downright solemn. 

“Mhm,” you went on, rubbing circles atop his hot, leaking pink tip. Your pace quickened as your cheek grazed his. A shiver ran through him as the vibrations of your voice tickled his ear.

“No good, thieving, murderous bastard.” 

“I know.” He drew out, tightly clutching the sheets. With a firm nudge, you urged him onto his back. 

“You don’t deserve me. Never did,” you continued. His hips jutted in time with your wrist, his climax sitting low in his balls.  

“I–dammit–I–kn–know.”

The muscles of his stomach constricted as he fought for breath, damn near suffocating under your touch. 

“I’ll change.” He gasped, eyes closed, and brow furrowed. “I’ll change. But–ahh–I ain’t ever gonna be good enough for you, woman–nghh–no matter how much changin’ I do.”

Air finally flowed back through with the halt of your pumping. The mattress sunk with your added weight as you slung your legs on either side of him. Neither party stalled. You gave him a quick nod before he could even ask, and he sank his length into your warm, wet pussy. There were no hushing kisses, no waiting for you to adjust, no cajoling, just the smacking of skin and the aroma of sex in the room as he molded you to his girth. Bashfulness had never even crossed your mind. You rode him tirelessly, whimpering, gasping, and filling the air with his name. 

The roles reversed; you were the animal now, a lioness pursuing a buck. Chasing the high, you galloped hard and fast and grinding your hips against his to relieve the throbbing ache in your clit. You massaged the sensitive nub between your thighs, indulging in the pleasure you were giving yourself and receiving from him. The tip of his cock bumped that sweet spot inside of you, the one that made you tense and cry out over and over again. 

You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him to know what he was doing to you or how he was making you feel–how he always made you feel when he was burrowed deep inside of you. You couldn’t hide from him, though. He knew you–knew the faces and sounds you made, knew the way you tightened around him, knew how you stiffened, knew how your breathing shallowed when you were on the edge. He knew the control he’d have over you forever.

“You ain’t going nowhere.” He grunted as he pounded up into you, the knot in his stomach tightening with his own upcoming release. 

“Fucker,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, and you love it.” 

You couldn’t deny it.

He took your hand in his and felt for the ring on your finger, stroking it, all while keeping eye contact and hammering relentlessly into your velvety walls. Four more thrusts and your eyes rolled back as the lightbulb of tension burst.

“That’s right, let it go, there it is.” Muttering, his upward ruts got sloppier as you rode out your body-spasming orgasm. Then he started babbling, lost in your sweet heat,

“Shit, I’m–bout t–m’close.”

The cowboy tried to lift you up, tried not to spill inside of you, but you buried your head in the crook of his neck and lowered yourself back down, taking him balls deep.

“Goddamnit,” he growled, hugging you to his chest, “the hell you doing, t’me, woman?” He panted and stared up at the ceiling like a man condemned. 

“Ain’t going nowhere,” you echoed breathlessly, still bouncing, before adding, “Yours.” 

In a few more strokes, he filled you up, grunting through his teeth and cursing up a storm that’d make even the most seasoned sailors look on timidly.

Outside noises of the establishment and the streets of Saint Denis droned back in as both of you came back to your senses. An ocean of things was left unsaid as you redressed and let Arthur lead you out of the room and to a proper hotel for the night. The next morning, you took Arthur up on his offer to get away for a few days. As the train you had boarded for your trip chugged on, something in the distance piqued your interest, a small homestead. You could vaguely make out a woman sitting on the porch and a man, presumably her husband, tending to a horse nearby. Of course, you didn’t know their life or their struggles, but if you could write your own happily ever after, it would be that. Arthur nudged you with his elbow, interrupting your daydream.  

“M’sorry...about everything,” he said, low, barely audible. The perpetual ache in your chest had almost gone numb after so long. Almost. 

“I know.” You replied and turned back to the window. The house was out of sight now, and you had a feeling your fairy tale ending had vanished with it.

[trinityobsessesovatings]

DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard came in and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others. 

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off) 

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨ 

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

vi

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family 

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards 

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one) 

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out 

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms 

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel 

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛 

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

[blaxcunicorn]

The King of the Jungle

Length: 13k

Content: fem!reader, angst, smut, character death

Authors note: This is my newest Eren to my collection. This is Tarzan!Eren and Jane!Reader. Let me know what yall think?

Your nanny, Avery, carefully fastened the last button of your blouse before stepping back to admire her work. “There,” she said, smoothing out the fabric. “You’re all set for your journey.” Today was the day. You and your best friend, Armin, were setting sail for Africa. Armin, an esteemed archaeologist with a PhD, had been eager to go on this expedition to further his studies, while you, an animal researcher, were just as interested in observing and documenting the wildlife. Both of you came from upper-class English families, and in the strict, polished world of the Victorian era, your decision to journey into the unknown had raised more than a few eyebrows. Avery cupped your face gently, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “Be safe, my dear,” she murmured.

She had been like a mother to you ever since your parents’ tragic plane crash. The thought of leaving her behind tugged at your heart, but she would be waiting for you when you returned, just as she always had. At the bustling port, you stood on the wooden dock, waving at the familiar figures of Avery, Hitch, and Marlow. Hitch had originally intended to accompany you and Armin as your protector, believing that the two of you would be lost without her, but fate had other plans.

Two years into her marriage with Marlow, an unplanned pregnancy had changed everything. “I hope you’ll be back before the baby arrives!” Hitch called out, cupping her hands around her mouth. Marlow smirked, crossing his arms. “You two better be back in time, or I’ll come down there myself and hunt you both down.” You and Armin laughed at the playful threat, waving until the three of them disappeared into the crowd.

The ship’s interior was impressive, adorned with dark mahogany panels and gold accents, filled with the distant sounds of conversation and music. You and Armin had separate rooms but had decided to meet for a drink before calling it a night. As you stepped out of your cabin, you found Armin already waiting for you. With a smile, you linked arms and headed toward the bar together.

Upon entering, a soft, angelic voice floated through the air, accompanied by the gentle melody of a piano. At the center of the room, on a small stage illuminated by warm light, stood a petite blonde woman, her voice captivating the entire audience. Most tables were already occupied, but near the front, you noticed a brunette with freckles, her eyes glued to the singer as if under a spell. Armin, ever the gentleman, approached her with courtesy. “Excuse me, would it be alright if we joined you?”

The woman glanced at both of you before shrugging. “Suit yourselves.” As you settled into your seats, she leaned back and took a sip of her drink. “Name’s Ymir.” Armin smiled. “I’m Armin, and this is my friend.” He gestured toward you as you introduced yourself. “I’ll go grab our drinks,” Armin said, excusing himself to head to the bar.

A few minutes later, he returned, not with two glasses, but with a box filled with ice, white wine, and champagne. You raised an eyebrow. “What’s the occasion?” Armin beamed. “To celebrate our journey and our achievements!” You couldn’t argue with that. As the three of you toasted, you shared stories about your expedition with Ymir. She listened with mild interest before lazily pointing her glass toward the singer. “I’m just here to support my wife’s dream.” Your gaze followed her gesture. “Historia?” Ymir nodded. “She’s always wanted to sing for a crowd like this. So, here we are,” she said proudly.

Before the conversation could go any further, a familiar presence interrupted the table. Floch and his crew slid into the empty seats next to you without so much as a greeting. Ymir’s face immediately soured. “Oh, great,” she muttered quietly as Floch casually grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured himself a drink. His men quickly followed suit, helping themselves to the remaining contents. Armin shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, but managed to speak politely. “They’re with us,” he said. “Floch is acting as our bodyguard for this trip.”

Ymir raised an eyebrow. “Him?” She scoffed, glancing at you. “And you trust a guy like that to protect you?” Floch, already halfway through his drink, smirked. “Oh, come on, sweetheart.” He draped an arm around Armin, causing the smaller man to tense up. “I have to look after my damsel, after all.” His sharp gaze flicked toward you. You rolled your eyes, cutting him off before he could say more.

“That’s enough for tonight.” You set your glass down and stood up. “We need to be in top shape for our arrival tomorrow.” Armin nodded in agreement, sensing the rising tension at the table. Ymir simply snorted, unimpressed. As you turned to leave, you felt Floch’s gaze linger on you, but you chose to ignore it.

The soft golden glow of the morning sun filtered through your cabin window, gently rousing you from sleep. The rhythmic sway of the ship felt familiar now, but today was different; you were filled with excitement. You were finally here. Dressing with care, you slipped into a long white and pink dress, the fabric flowing gracefully over your figure. The large pink bustle added volume to your silhouette, while a crisp white cravat sat neatly at your collar. You pulled on your pristine white gloves, fastening the buttons with precision before stepping into your boots, which were white with black accents on the soles, toes, and heels, reminiscent of Mary Janes. Layers of a white petticoat rustled beneath your skirt, and the frilly lace of knee-length pantalettes peeked through just slightly as you moved. Your hair, neatly braided, was twisted into a bun, and you slicked down your baby hairs to ensure no stray strands would escape in the jungle heat.

As you stepped onto the deck, the fresh, salty breeze greeted you, carrying the scent of the approaching shore. Armin stood near the railing, gazing out at the endless expanse of blue, his hands resting on the polished wood. His blond hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, and there was a sparkle in his eyes, filled with excitement. You approached quietly, your boots clicking softly against the deck. “Already lost in thought, Armin?” He turned to you with a wide smile. “How could I not be? Just look at it,” he gestured toward the distant shoreline. “A land untouched, filled with history, waiting to be discovered.” His voice was full of awe. You stepped beside him, your gloved hands resting on the railing as well. “I can’t believe we’re finally here,” you murmured, taking in the sight of the lush jungle beyond the misty horizon. Yet, a part of you felt a pang of longing. “I just wish Hitch were here with us.” Armin nodded, his smile softening. “Me too. She would’ve loved this adventure. And, well, she’d probably be keeping Floch in check.”

You chuckled. “That alone would be worth having her here.” Before Armin could respond, a booming voice echoed across the deck. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived!” The captain's announcement sent a rush of adrenaline through you. Your eyes met Armin’s, and without another word, the two of you dashed toward the ship’s edge, eager to catch the first glimpse of the land awaiting you. The moment you stepped off the ship, the world around you transformed.

The humid air clung to your skin, and the scent of rich earth, salt, and foliage filled your lungs. The cries of distant birds and the rustling of unseen creatures in the dense jungle played like a melody welcoming you to its depths. You took a deep breath, savoring the beauty of the jungle. The vibrant greens of the towering trees stretched endlessly, their leaves rustling softly under the warm breeze. The sound of waves crashing against the shore blended with the distant calls of hidden animals. You took a few careful steps along the soft sand, your boots sinking slightly into the earth. It felt surreal. Behind you, the familiar voices of Floch and his men interrupted the moment. You turned to see them carrying your trunks and supplies, already beginning to set up the campsite.

Floch, flashed a smirk as he dropped a crate onto the sand. “Don’t just stand there gawking. You’re gonna see plenty of jungle soon enough.” You rolled your eyes but chose not to respond. Instead, you exchanged a look with Armin, knowing your adventure had just begun. The jungle air was thick and warm, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming flora. As you walked alongside Armin, your boots sank softly into the leaf-covered ground, the muffled sounds of distant wildlife surrounding you.

Your steps faltered as your foot brushed against a tangle of dried leaves and branches. Armin turned to you, curiosity lighting up his face, just as you took another step and felt the soft, woven texture beneath your sole. “A nest,” you whispered. Armin crouched beside you, adjusting his glasses as he examined the intricate structure. His eyes sparkled with fascination. “And not just one; there are more.” He gestured ahead, and sure enough, scattered within the thick brush were several similar nests, each one carefully crafted. “This confirms it,” you murmured, filled with awe. “They live in family groups.” Armin nodded excitedly, already scribbling notes in his journal. “This is remarkable. Proof of complex social behavior.” You smiled at his enthusiasm, but before you could respond, a rustling in the trees caught your attention.

You turned just in time to spot a baby baboon, a tiny figure hopping between the branches. Your heart melted at the sight of its large, curious eyes. Without hesitation, you pulled out your sketchbook, eager to capture the moment. Settling onto a fallen log, you carefully traced the outline of the small animal, detailing the soft curve of its face and the playful glint in its gaze. But before you could finish, a blur of movement shot forward.

“Hey!” The baby baboon snatched the sketchbook from your hands, clutching it tightly as it leapt away. Your mouth fell open in disbelief before you ran. “Oh no, you don’t!” Ignoring Armin’s amused chuckle, you chased after the mischievous creature, ducking beneath low-hanging vines and leaping over fallen branches.

Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and frustration coursing through you. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes followed your every move, watching silently from the shadows. The baboon skittered up a tree, flipping through the pages until it found its own unfinished portrait. It let out a delighted chatter and clutched the book tighter.

You reached up, frustrated. “That’s mine, you little—” With a quick movement, you managed to grab it back. The baby baboon’s joy turned to despair as it let out a loud, mournful wail. The sound sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, you turned. Emerging from the underbrush was a troop of baboons, their dark eyes fixed on you with rage. Their bodies tensed, muscles coiled like springs, ready to pounce. Your breath caught in your throat.

Then, they charged. You barely had time to react before strong arms grabbed you. The world tilted as you were suddenly lifted off the ground, the force of the movement knocking the breath from your lungs. Wind whipped past your face as you soared, vines slapped against your skin. Your heart raced, the ground becoming a blur beneath you. A sharp tug on your leg made you gasp as a baboon clung to your foot. Panic surged through you as you kicked frantically, your boot slipping off and falling to the jungle floor below.

The baboon let go, screeching as it tumbled down with it. Vines snapped and rustled around you as you and your mysterious rescuer swung higher until finally, you landed. Dizzy and breathless, you were perched on a thick tree branch, your arms instinctively gripping the body beside you. It was then that you looked up.

The man standing before you was unlike anyone you had ever encountered. Bare-chested, his sun-kissed skin was marked with faint scars, and his muscles were sculpted from years of survival. His brown hair flowed smoothly just above his shoulders, and his green eyes studied you with an unfiltered fascination. He was breathtaking. He spoke—not in words, but in soft, low clicks and guttural sounds.

Your confusion deepened as he crouched slightly, still holding you as if uncertain whether to let go. You barely noticed the baby baboon and its sibling landing beside you, nor did you react when the man made a few strange noises toward them. To your complete astonishment, the baboons chattered back. Then, before you could stop him, he took the sketchbook from your hands and gently returned the unfinished drawing to the little creature.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “You—” You shook your head, still trying to process what had just happened. The man, however, was no longer focused on the baboons. He was focused on you. He reached out hesitantly, his rough fingers hovering near your face, curiosity flickering in his gaze. Slowly, tentatively, he brushed his fingertips over the back of your hand. A sharp breath escaped your lips. The contact sent a shiver down your spine,not from fear but something else entirely. The man’s brow furrowed as he turned his hand, pressing his palm against yours. He seemed… amazed. As if he had never seen another like him before. As if he had never felt another human’s touch. Your chest tightened.

“Y-You…” you attempted to speak, but the words got stuck in your throat. The man tilted his head and pointed to himself. “Eren.” His voice was deep and rough, as if language was unfamiliar on his tongue. You swallowed hard and slowly said your own name. Eren blinked, his lips forming the shape of the word, though it took him a few tries to get it right.

A small smile crept onto his face as he repeated it, his voice softer this time. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, Eren slowly lifted his hand toward yours, hesitating for just a moment before reaching out further. You inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed against yours. His touch was rough yet surprisingly gentle, and his hand felt warm. A strange sensation bubbled up in your chest. Eren seemed affected too. His breathing slowed, and his eyes were fixed on where your hands met, as if he wanted to remember the feeling of your skin. He slid his fingers against yours, exploring this new sensation.

The world around you felt like it had paused, the sounds of the jungle fading into the background. For a brief moment, it was just the two of you.

But then— A loud, sharp bang shattered the moment. A gunshot. You jolted, your eyes widening. In the distance, a flock of birds burst from the treetops, their frantic cries echoing through the jungle. Another shot rang out.

“Floch,” you whispered. Eren stiffened. His head snapped toward the sound, his expression darkening as he let out a deep, guttural growl, mimicking the noise of the gunshot. You looked at him, desperation in your eyes. “Take me back. Please.” He turned back to you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer, then without a word, he grabbed your hand and leapt. The world blurred again as he swung through the trees, carrying you effortlessly through the jungle.

The moment your feet hit solid ground, the jungle air enveloped you with the rich scent of damp earth and fresh foliage. But all your attention was on him—the wild man who had just carried you through the treetops with an effortless grace that seemed impossible. Your heart raced from the adrenaline. He had saved you. He had protected you. Now, standing before you with those intense green eyes, he looked at you as if he were trying to understand you just as much as you were trying to understand him.

A rustling in the trees drew your attention. You turned your head just in time to see figures emerging from the thick jungle, large, powerful forms moving through the underbrush. Gorillas. They were watching, cautious and calculating, their dark eyes fixed on Eren. Among them, two stood out: a massive silverback, exuding authority, and a gentle yet firm-looking female. They didn’t acknowledge you, their focus was solely on Eren.

The male grunted, his stance rigid with dominance. The female, softer in her demeanor, placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder, urging him to step back. Eren hesitated for a moment, his gaze darting between you and the gorillas, but ultimately, he complied. And just like that, he was gone. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The encounter had lasted only moments, yet it felt like you had stumbled upon something truly remarkable. A familiar voice snapped you back to reality.

“(Y/N)!” You turned to see Armin and Floch rushing toward you, their faces etched with concern. “We’ve been searching everywhere for you,” Armin said, visibly relieved. Floch, however, wore a scowl as he scanned the surrounding jungle. “What the hell happened? You vanished, and now you look like you’ve seen a damn ghost.” You took a steadying breath, still in a daze. “I saw them,” you whispered, barely able to contain your excitement. “The gorillas. A whole group of them.” Armin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You did?”

You nodded, but your gaze wandered to the trees where Eren had disappeared. “And I met someone… He’s not like them, but he’s not like us either. He saved me.” Floch crossed his arms. “What do you mean, ‘not like them’?”

“He’s human,” you replied.

“But he moves like them, lives like them. He doesn’t speak, but he understands things.” Floch scoffed. “A wild man? Come on, you’re telling me you were saved by some half-naked jungle freak?” Your brows furrowed, irritated by his dismissive tone.

“I’m telling you what I saw, Floch. And I believe we can learn from him about the gorillas, about the jungle. He could be the key to understanding everything we came here for.” Armin looked thoughtful. “If he’s been living among them, he might have insights we could never get otherwise.” His enthusiasm grew as he spoke.

“(Y/N), if we could find him again, we could document his behavior. We could learn so much.” Floch, however, remained unconvinced, but for now, he didn’t argue further.

The next morning, you sat at the camp’s makeshift blackboard, charcoal in hand, carefully sketching what you remembered of Eren, his long hair, his strong features, those striking green eyes. Armin watched as you worked, his curiosity evident. “You’re fascinated by him,” he observed. You paused, your fingers hovering over the board before adding the final strokes. “Aren’t you?” Armin chuckled.

“Oh, I am. But I think you’re fascinated in more ways than one.” Before you could respond, a sudden rustling made you turn. Eren. He stood just outside the camp, watching with quiet curiosity. Your breath hitched slightly; he had found his way back. Floch, however, looked unimpressed. “Well, well. Look who decided to show up.” Eren’s eyes flickered between you and the board. His gaze landed on the drawing of himself, and you saw that he recognised his face.

Floch picked up a piece of charcoal and grinned. “If he’s really lived with gorillas, let’s see if he knows what they are.” He quickly sketched a rough outline of a gorilla on the board and pointed at it. “See this, jungle boy? Gorilla.” Eren stared at the drawing, then at Floch, his face expressionless. Armin sighed.

“Floch, I don’t think it works that way.” But Eren had lost interest. Instead, he was watching Armin, noticing how he spoke to you, how he stood next to you, and how the two of you seemed to connect effortlessly. A bond. If he wanted to stay, if he wanted to be closer to you, he needed Armin’s acceptance. Without a second thought, Eren turned and vanished into the jungle. Floch huffed, muttering about him running off again, but you sensed he wouldn’t be gone long.

Minutes later, he came back, holding something in his hands. A large, smooth seashell, its interior shimmering with pearlescent blues and purples. He walked right up to Armin and placed it in his hands. Armin blinked in surprise. “For me?” Eren nodded once. Floch scoffed. “Oh great, now he’s bribing us.” But Armin, captivated, turned the shell over in his hands. “This is amazing,” he murmured, then looked at Eren with a genuine smile. “Thank you.” He quickly grabbed his notebook and jotted something down. “This might be an attempt at social bonding, offering gifts to those he sees as important.”

Eren watched him write, intrigued. His sharp eyes flicked to you, searching for your approval. You smiled. “That was really kind of you.” He relaxed at your words, but the moment was broken when a gentle breeze swept through the camp, causing the pages of Armin’s notebook to flutter. Eren, who had been looking at one of the books you’d given him, growled in frustration as his shoulder-length hair fell forward, obstructing his view. He pushed it back, only for it to fall again.

You couldn't help but laugh a little. "Here," you said gently, moving a bit closer. Eren froze as you lifted your hands to his thick hair. It felt soft against your fingers as you began to untangle it in spots. He stayed quiet, observing you intently, letting you do your thing. You wove the strands together, securing them until his hair was neatly pulled back from his face.

Satisfied, you let your hands drop and turned him toward the small mirror in camp. “See?” Eren leaned in, studying his reflection for a long moment. Then, to your surprise, a small, pleased smile spread across his lips. Something in your chest tightened. With his hair pulled back, his features were fully visible, the sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity of his emerald eyes, and the way the sunlight danced on his tanned skin.

He was beautiful.

You swallowed, taken aback. Eren caught your gaze in the mirror, curiosity flickering in his expression. He tilted his head slightly, almost as if trying to decipher your thoughts. You quickly looked away, clearing your throat. “Now you won’t have to keep pushing it back.” He nodded once, still smiling as he turned back to the book. Armin observed the entire exchange, quietly jotting something down in his notebook. Floch, meanwhile, glanced between you and Eren, scowling at himself. And just like that, the lessons continued.

Over the next few days, you and Armin taught him about human life. You showed him letters, words, and gestures. He picked it up quickly, his intelligence shining through. He watched everything you did, mimicking your movements with careful precision. At times, you caught him staring at you, not just with curiosity, but with something deeper. Eren was learning. But more than that, he was changing.

Floch, however, grew increasingly frustrated. It wasn’t just Eren’s presence, it was the way you looked at him, the way he looked at you. One evening, as the three of you sat near the camp, Floch reached for your shoulder to get your attention.

Eren’s hand shot out quickly, grabbing Floch’s wrist in a vice-like grip. Floch winced.

Armin, ever the observer, noted it immediately. “He’s territorial,” he murmured, scribbling in his notebook. “I think he sees (Y/N) as his.”

Floch yanked his arm away, clearly irritated. “Great. A jealous wild man.” The tension between them simmered, but you didn’t notice anything.

You felt the inevitable call of nature. The camp, despite its advancements, lacked proper facilities, forcing you to venture into the jungle to relieve yourself. With a sigh, you grabbed a lantern and started walking toward the tree line.

Floch, who had been watching from where he lounged by the fire, raised an eyebrow. “And where do you think you’re going, princess?” You shot him a look. “To take a walk.” Floch smirked. “Right. Just be careful. We wouldn’t want the jungle to swallow you up.” Armin, who had been sketching in his notebook, glanced up. “Do you want me to go with you?”

You shook your head. “No need, I won’t go far.” As you slipped into the foliage, Eren was unaware that he was tracking your movements. He had been lingering at the edge of the camp, silently observing as you walked away. The moment you were out of earshot, Eren stepped forward, ready to follow. But Floch blocked him, pressing a hand against Eren’s chest. “Whoa there, monkey boy,” Floch smirked, nodding toward the trees. “Where do you think you’re going?” Eren frowned, glancing in the direction you had taken. Floch laughed.

“You can’t follow a lady to the toilet, dumbass.” Eren’s face remained blank, clearly confused. Floch sighed, shaking his head. “What, you’ve never learned basic decency? A woman’s gotta—” Before he could finish, Eren pushed him back, not too hard, but enough to make Floch stumble.

“The hell?” Floch scowled, stepping forward as if to retaliate, but Armin quickly intervened, placing a hand on Floch’s arm. “Wait,” Armin said thoughtfully, already flipping to a blank page in his notebook. “This might not be what you think.” Floch scoffed. “Oh, enlighten me, Professor.” Armin tapped his chin, considering. “In many animal species, relieving oneself is a vulnerable moment. It’s possible that Eren sees her as… well, part of his group.” He glanced at Eren. “Or even his chosen mate.”

Floch’s mouth dropped open before he burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s rich. So, what you’re saying is jungle boy is playing bodyguard because he thinks she’s his girl?” Armin shrugged. “It would make sense. If he’s been raised by gorillas, then his instincts would be based on their social structure. And for many primates, protecting a mate is instinctual.” Floch made a disgusted noise. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever—” He paused, glancing at Eren, who was still staring in the direction you had gone. “…Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Unaware of the conversation taking place back at camp, you found a quiet spot behind a thick tree, set down your lantern, and took a moment to relieve yourself. The jungle air was heavy and humid, with the distant sounds of birds and insects creating a constant backdrop around you. As you finished and adjusted your clothing, a strange tingling sensation crept up your spine, as if someone were watching you. You turned quickly, scanning the dense foliage, but the jungle appeared as still as ever.

Then, you spotted him. Sitting on a rock just a few feet away, Eren had his elbows resting on his knees, observing you in silence. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Eren?!” He didn’t respond to your surprise, merely tilting his head, his green eyes fixed on you. You stepped forward, narrowing your gaze at him. “Were you… following me?” Still, he remained silent. His expression was calm, as if this was completely normal. You huffed and brushed past him. “I can find my way back to camp, you know. I remember the path.” Eren didn’t budge from his spot. He simply continued to watch as you moved back toward the lantern.

Confused by his presence, you shook your head and started back to the camp, muttering under your breath. You had barely taken a few steps when you heard rustling behind you. He was following you. You turned around, catching a glimpse of him gliding effortlessly through the jungle, always a few paces behind. “Eren,” you sighed, feeling exasperated. “I don’t need help getting back.” Once more, he didn’t reply. You frowned. He didn’t seem to be trying to lead you, nor did he attempt to engage beyond staying close. His movements were casual yet deliberate, as if he were keeping watch. A thought crossed your mind. “…You’re not… protecting me, are you?”

Eren blinked, his brows furrowing slightly as if the question itself was strange. But he still didn’t respond. You sighed, shaking your head as you continued walking. “I don’t need protection from the trees, you know.” Still, Eren trailed behind, his silent presence feeling odd yet somehow reassuring. Armin looked up from his notebook back at camp, spotting you first.

“You took a while—” He paused, his gaze shifting behind you. “Oh.” Floch followed Armin’s line of sight, then groaned. “You’re kidding me.” “What?” you asked, confused. Floch crossed his arms, shooting Eren a look. “Monkey boy actually followed you?” You blinked, glancing at Eren before looking back at Floch. “I—well, I didn’t notice him until I was done, but… I think so?” Floch scoffed. “Yeah, that’s not weird at all.” Armin, on the other hand, was already scribbling notes.

“Actually… that confirms my theory. He sees her as part of his troop.” Floch rolled his eyes. “God, Armin, stop making it weird.” Armin ignored him, looking at you instead. “Did he do anything aggressive? Try to stop you?” You shook your head. “No. He just… sat there. And then followed me back.” Armin hummed, clearly fascinated. “I think he just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Despite his earlier irritation, Floch stole a glance at Eren and muttered, “Huh. So monkey boy’s a guard dog now.” You turned back to Eren, who had settled near the fire, still watching you. Whatever his reasons, one thing was clear. Eren wasn’t just observing anymore. He was staying close.

Eren’s newfound attachment didn’t go unnoticed. Before the sun had even fully risen, he would slip away from his family each morning and disappear into the jungle. Carla had begun to notice his absences, her worry growing each day.

Mikasa had also sensed a change in him. He seemed more distracted, more restless. His attention was no longer on the jungle or the life he had always known; it was focused on something or rather, someone else. And he kept that secret well. With each stolen moment and every interaction, Eren found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn’t fully comprehend. He had never encountered anyone like you, never met someone who evoked this pull, this instinct that transcended mere survival and simple curiosity.

It was more than just fascination.

It was longing.

Yet, despite his growing feelings, there was one thing he was determined not to do. He would not lead you or the others to the gorilla nest. If Grisha ever laid eyes on you, Eren wasn’t sure what might happen. For the first time in his life, he felt fear.

A gentle nudge at your shoulder roused you from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the tent, and you found Eren crouched beside you, his green eyes softly glowing in the moonlight. “Eren?” you murmured groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He didn’t respond verbally; instead, he reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against your wrist, silently urging you to follow.

You glanced around the dimly lit camp. Armin and Floch were still fast asleep, their steady breathing filling the space. The jungle beyond was alive with the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional hoot of an owl. Carefully, you slipped out from under the thin blanket, shivering slightly as the cool night air met your skin. You quickly pulled on a white singlet and a brown skirt before stepping outside.

The moment your feet touched the damp earth, Eren crouched lower, motioning for you to climb onto his back. You hesitated for a moment, but his silent insistence left no room for refusal. With a small huff, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him lift you effortlessly. His warmth seeped through the fabric of your clothes as he carried you deeper into the jungle.

Eren climbed the trees, his bare feet pressing into the rough bark as he climbed higher and higher. When he finally stopped, you gasped.

The view was breathtaking.

The jungle stretched endlessly below, bathed in the silver moonlight. The stars were dazzling, clearer than you had ever seen them before, scattered across the sky like endless constellations.

You felt Eren watching you. When you turned to him, you found a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. It was the kind of smile that told you he was happy simply because you were happy.

Then, breaking the silence, Eren pointed toward a thick vine hanging nearby. “Swing.”

Your brows furrowed. “Swing?”

“Swing?” He nodded and stepped forward. He grabbed the vine with practised ease and launched himself into the air. He glided effortlessly from one vine to another. The wind tousled his hair, and he appeared almost divine in the moonlight. When he landed back beside you, he looked at you expectantly.

“You try.” You swallowed, feeling a wave of nerves. “Eren, I don’t know if—” He tilted his head slightly, as if he couldn’t grasp your hesitation. Then, sensing your unease, he simply nodded toward the vines. You bit your lip. A part of you hesitated, but another part, the one that had begun to trust him, that part that felt free in his presence urged you to take the leap.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the vine and pushed off. For a moment, your heart raced in your throat. The wind rushed past your ears, and your body felt weightless as you swung through the trees. Then you landed on solid ground, your feet finding a sturdy branch beside Eren, and laughter bubbled up from your chest.

“That was… fun,” you gasped, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Eren’s lips curled into a smile, amused by your excitement. Seeing you smile, seeing you enjoy something he had cherished his whole life, filled him with warmth. But he wasn’t finished yet. This time, he brought over two longer vines, their ends disappearing into the darkness below. You eyed them warily, shaking your head. “Eren, that’s too far.” Eren stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. “Together.” You blinked.

He raised his fingers, counting slowly, “One… two… three.” Just like you had taught him. Before you could think too much about it, the two of you jumped into the air. The rush was incredible. You laughed as you swung, and to your surprise, Eren was laughing too. He moved effortlessly around you, playfully weaving through the vines. In the midst of it all, your vines drifted closer, twisting slightly. And suddenly, he was right in front of you. Eren stopped laughing.

Time seemed to slow as he looked at you, his deep green eyes taking in every detail. He had always watched you with curiosity and fascination, but this felt different. His expression was softer now, more intense. His gaze traced your features, admiration shining in his eyes as he absorbed how the moonlight illuminated your melanated skin, making it glow against the night. You felt warmth spread across your skin under his gaze.

Overwhelmed, you turned your head slightly, breaking the connection. But Eren wasn’t finished looking at you. His rough fingers gently tilted your chin back toward him, urging you to meet his gaze again. His other hand rested on the small of your back, steadying you mid-air. His touch was warm. Your heart raced. Slowly, you let go of the vine and wrapped your arms around his neck instead.

The moment your fingers brushed the nape of his neck, his grip on you tightened just a bit. His body was firm and strong, yet he held you gently. Your eyes met again, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel so alone. Your gaze flickered downward, lingering on his lips. They were slightly parted, his breath warm against your skin. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

Before you could delve deeper into that thought, the vines began to slow down. Eren adjusted his grip on you as he landed gracefully on a sturdy tree branch. You stumbled a bit, but he was right there, steadying you effortlessly. You let out a breathless laugh, leaning your back against the trunk of the tree.

“That was… incredible.” Eren sat down across from you, legs crossed. “Happy?” You smiled. “Very.” His lips curled into a slight smile. “Good.” A comfortable silence enveloped you both as you reached out simultaneously. Your hands brushed together just like the first time you met. The warmth of his palm against yours sent a delightful flutter through your chest. You were certain your face was flushed, but when you looked up, you could have sworn you saw a faint blush on his cheeks as well.

Then, in a surprising move, he leaned in and kissed your hand. Your gasp made him pause, and he looked at you nervousnessly, worried he had overstepped. You could sense that your reaction had thrown him off a bit. Eren apologized, but you silenced him with a gentle kiss. You pulled back to gauge his reaction. He raised his hand to your face, his thumb brushing over your lips. You sat there, in awe of both his actions and your own.

Searching Eren’s face for his thoughts, you found only a soft smile and warm green eyes. He began to caress your face with his fingers. Eren feared that you might pull away and leave him if he pressed too hard. He wanted you to stay with him forever. Your faces were now just inches apart. Eren felt a strange sensation beneath his loincloth. He held your cheek in one hand, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You took a deep breath, grasped his wrist, and placed your other hand on Eren’s neck, closing the distance between you. As your lips met, the desire to be closer intensified.

You began to nip at Eren’s underlip, signalling to him to open his mouth. Slipping your tongue in once his lips parted. As the kiss grew more heated, Eren gripped tightly at your waist with one hand and played with your hair with another while you pressed your hands at his muscled chest. 

You felt your arousal pool from below, and Eren felt his dick rise. You both pulled away for air as you stared at each other in shock at what you had just experienced. A string of salvia connected you to him. Eren wanted more, and this time he was the one who pulled you into a kiss. Your arousal was distracting, and you needed relief, so you removed your skirt and your undergarment soaked in your juices.

 Eren was taken aback by your actions, but he wanted to see more of you. He slowly lifted your tank top of you, exposing your breasts. Eren studied your body, he had never seen anything so beautiful. He wanted to touch but hesitated, you could tell. You gently take his hand and guide them to your left breast. Eren was mesmerised and their softness. He was nibbling and playing with your nipples. 

Your sweet moans were pleasing for him to hear, he wanted to hear more, feel more. Eren looked at you, he wanted you to show him how to please you more. You understood and guided his head to your breast to invite him to have a taste. Eren took the invite and sucked on your right nipple while massaging your left one. You arch your back to make him suck more, and h,e in response, sucks harder, causing you to moan higher, which boosts his confidence. Eren releases your nipple with a pop and rises up to kiss you.

The kiss was sloppy and needy, your hands reached up to his cheeks to cup them as he licked your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth and let his tongue fill both your mouths with a mixture of soft moans and salvia. You reach down and rub your clit. This doesn't go unnoticed by Eren, and he spreads your legs to have a look. He had a full view over your dripping cun,t which built up salvia in his mouth. Eren was curious, could he taste that too? Without a second thought, he dived in.

His face was buried against your cunt. He licks a strip up, parting your lips with his tongue. You buck your hips, moaning at the feeling of a knot form in your lower stomach. You hear him groan and then, his mouth was all over your cunt, lapping up all your juices. His teeth grace your bundle of nerves, nipping gently but hard enough to make you cry out. His mouth got even more eager.  “Eren” you gasped, you felt yourself getting closer. “Say my name again” Eren ordered. His tongue laps at your clit and slides through your lips. He pulls out, places a kiss on your cunt and steps back. 

He watches you panting for a moment, your chest rising and falling, his mouth was covered with your juices. You rise up and kiss him gently before you straddled him. Eren looks down as you removed his loincloth, freeing his arching cock. You ran his head, through your soaking folds before lining it up your entrance. It burned as you sank down on him was pleasurable and not too painful. Eren groaned, already losing himself in the feeling of your cunt. His large hands gripped your ass, helping you lower until he was fully seated inside. 

You hissed at the stretch. You kissed him passionately as you slowly started to roll your hips. You made love slowly, your hands keeping purchase on his chest. Eren´s eyes were screwed shut, his grip on you never loosened. He whispered in your ear in between guttural moans. You smile to yourself as you are loving the view of him losing himself beneath you. You clench your walls as you both are reaching your highs. The noises the two of you made were raw, and animalistic as you chased your highs. You slam yourself down onto him, shattering the wall and holding back your orgasms. He lifts up his upper body to hug your sweating body. Your legs are burning and your lungs are burning as you are catching your breath. You laid down on his chest, feeling him playing with your braids before drifting away. 

Eren carried you back to your tent with careful steps, his arms securely wrapped around you. The warm night air was filled with the rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the jungle. He glanced down at your sleeping form, his sharp green eyes softening at the small, contented sounds you made. A smile crept onto his face. You were so different from him, yet in this moment, you felt closer than anything he’d ever known.

Once he laid you gently on your bedding, he lingered for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. The peacefulness of your face and the warmth of your skin made his chest tighten. With a final glance, he turned and slipped away, disappearing into the shadows of the jungle.

On his way back, he caught the faint scent of familiar figures. Before he could react, Mikasa and Jean emerged from the thick foliage. Mikasa's piercing gaze locked onto him immediately. "So, this is why you've been gone?" she asked. Eren rolled his shoulders back. "It’s not just her. I wanted to understand humans. To understand myself." Mikasa tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes scanning him. "Is that all?" Her gaze flickered downward, noticing a small scratch along his collarbone, which was enough for her to piece it together. A slow realization dawned on her face.

"Eren… you mated with her, didn’t you?" Jean exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. "Shit. You’re serious?" He crossed his arms, looking Eren up and down. "You really think that means she’s gonna stay?" Eren’s brows furrowed. "Of course. She’s mine now. You don’t leave your mate, do you?" Mikasa let out a quiet sigh, her expression softening just slightly. "Eren… humans aren’t like us. You can’t be certain she won’t go back to her own kind." For the first time, doubt flickered across Eren’s face. He didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t leave, would you? Not after what you shared. Not after the way you looked at him.

Jean, sensing Eren’s frustration, spoke up again, though his tone was softer this time. "Look, man. I understand. You’ve been isolated, caught between two worlds. But if you want her to stay, you need to grasp how humans express love." Eren’s thoughts raced. Then, an image came to mind, the book. The one you had shown him. A love story. He recalled how you lit up when you explained the idea of human affection.

"I need that book," he murmured. Jean looked at him, confused. "What book?" "She showed me a story. A human love story. I need to understand it." Mikasa hesitated for a moment, but ultimately nodded. She had always been by Eren’s side, and this time was no exception. The three of them moved quietly through the campsite, careful not to disturb anyone. They searched through the books, whispering, until a sleepy Armin stumbled out of his tent, still groggy from a late-night trip to the bathroom.

"What... are you guys doing?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Eren tensed, then let out a breath. "Looking for a book." Armin blinked at him, still half-asleep. Without hesitation, he turned, grabbed the exact book Eren was thinking of, and handed it to him before shuffling back to bed, not even noticing Jean or Mikasa. Once they were in a secluded clearing, they flipped through the pages under the soft glow of the moon. The illustrations depicted a man giving a woman flowers, a gift, followed by a kiss.

The next pages showed them united in some kind of ceremony, surrounded by others, and eventually, a family. Jean squinted at the images. "Wait… so humans don’t just mate? They do all this first?" Eren focused on the book, taking in every detail. "This is how they bond with their mates." Mikasa crossed her arms. "Then give her flowers. Ask her to stay." Eren traced the drawing of the man offering the woman a gift. His mind was made up. He would claim you as his, just like humans do.

A gentle breeze wafted through the fabric of your tent, causing the thin material to flutter slightly. The warmth against your bare skin gradually pulled you from the depths of slumber. Your fingers curled around the sheets as you stirred, and then your eyes flew open. Something felt… off.

As you blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the tent, you slowly became aware of the cool air brushing against your skin. Your heart raced. You shifted beneath the sheets, and the realization crashed over you like a wave. You were naked. Your breath caught as you sat up suddenly, clutching the blanket to your chest. Scanning the tent, your eyes landed on the crumpled heap of your clothes scattered on the floor.

The memories of the previous night flooded back in vivid detail. Eren, the jungle, the way his hands had caressed your skin, how his lips had moved against yours, how he had held you as if you were something precious. Heat rushed to your cheeks. Had it all been a dream? A wild fantasy born from your desires? But no, your body still felt the lingering warmth of his touch, the ache where he had pressed against you.

It had been real. Every moment. Every whispered breath. A heavy weight settled in your chest. You were leaving soon. The expedition wasn’t meant to last forever. England was waiting on you, along with civilisation and your old life. The jungle was never intended to be permanent. Yet, the thought of leaving now felt… wrong.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the way your heart twisted at the idea of walking away from Eren. This was a mistake. It had to be. You couldn’t belong to him, not in the way he seemed to think you did. But even as you told yourself that, your fingers trembled as they brushed over your lips, recalling how he had kissed you as if you were his entire world. And maybe, just maybe, a part of you had wanted to be.

Days passed in a blur, each one heavy with the weight of the inevitable departure that loomed over you. The jungle, once alive with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves, now felt eerily silent, as if it, too, was holding its breath for what was to come. Then, the ship arrived. Its towering sails stood out sharply against the horizon, a stark reminder of the world you had once known. The crew moved quickly, loading crates and supplies onto the deck, preparing for the long journey back to England. You stood on the shore, fists clenched at your sides, watching as your time in Africa slipped away, piece by piece.

"You don’t understand," you pleaded with Captain Levi. "We need more time!" The captain merely shot you an unimpressed glance before turning his attention back to the crew. "We set sail at dawn," he replied flatly, crossing his arms. "I’m not delaying for a bunch of wide-eyed explorers playing jungle." Floch exhaled sharply beside you, his frustration boiling over. "This is your fault," he snapped, turning to face you.

"You were too busy playing teacher to that wild man instead of focusing on what really mattered!" Your expression darkened as you glared at him. "Don’t pretend I didn’t want to find the gorillas just as much as you did," you retorted. "We both came here seeking answers. And now, we’re leaving with nothing." But before another argument could spark, the sound of movement from the jungle caught your attention.

Eren stepped forward. His green eyes locked onto yours, and without hesitation, he lifted his hands, offering you a bundle of flowers. "Stay," he said simply, his voice thick with emotion. Your breath caught in your throat. Behind you, Floch muttered something under his breath, but you barely registered it. Your entire world had narrowed to this moment, to the way Eren stood before you. You could see the hope and desperation reflected in his eyes.

You swallowed hard, your hands trembling as you gently took the flowers from his grasp. "Eren…"

"Come with me," he urged, his voice low but insistent. "Be with me. Here." Your chest ached. And yet, you couldn’t. The weight of responsibility, of reality, pressed down on you. Your time here was over. No matter how much you longed for more, you had to leave. Your fingers curled around the flowers, but your feet stepped back. "Come with me," you whispered instead, your voice breaking.

"Come to London." Eren’s brows furrowed, his expression twisted. "No," he said, shaking his head. "This is my home. You stay." Tears burned in your eyes. You turned and ran. The jungle blurred around you, but you didn’t stop. Not when your heart begged you to turn back. Not when the sound of your name being called behind you made your steps falter. Eren wanted you to stay. You wanted him to come with you. But in the end, neither of you could give the other what they wanted. And it was tearing you apart.

Floch had been watching you closely, his sharp eyes never missing the way Eren lingered near you, the way he softened in your presence. He saw it for what it was an opportunity. Eren was powerful, but naïve. And if he truly believed you would stay, he’d do anything to make it happen. So Floch made his move.

"You don’t want her to leave, do you?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual. Eren stiffened, his green eyes narrowing. Floch smirked. "Listen," he continued smoothly, "Y/N came all this way looking for the gorillas, right? She’s been searching for them since she got here. If she finds them and finally gets what she came for, maybe she’ll realise this is where she belongs. With you." Eren, trusting Floch, clenched his jaw and nodded. "I’ll show her." Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the jungle. Floch’s smirk widened before he ran to gather both you and Armin.

It was almost too easy.

Navigating through the dense jungle, Eren moved with the precision of a predator, leading you, Armin, and Floch along paths that seemed to exist only in his mind. He wasn’t reckless; he understood that if he took you directly into the heart of the gorilla troop’s territory, Grisha would intervene. So, he crafted a plan. He drew Grisha away, keeping the powerful leader occupied while he guided you deeper into the jungle. And then, you saw them. A hidden valley, pristine and alive with creatures that had only existed in your imagination until that moment.

Gorillas.

They were enormous, larger than any you had ever read about, yet they moved with an unexpected gentleness. Some lounged beneath the trees, while others played in the river, their deep, rumbling calls resonating through the clearing. Your breath caught in your throat. "We… actually found them," you whispered in awe.

Armin stepped forward "This is incredible…" Floch, however, had other intentions. He quietly pulled a notebook from his coat, sketching rough outlines of the valley, mapping the land while you were too captivated to notice. But Eren wasn’t focused on the gorillas.

He was watching you.

"You understand now?" he asked. You turned to him, puzzled. "Understand what?" He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "That this is where you belong." Your heart raced. Before you could find the words to reply, Eren made deep, rhythmic grunts mixed with chest beats. It took a moment for you to grasp what he was doing. Your breath caught again. "What… what did you just say?" Eren's gaze was locked onto your warm brown eyes. "That you will stay with me."

The world around you seemed to freeze. But before you could even process his words, a low, threatening growl shattered the moment. The gorillas stirred, shifting uneasily. Some backed away, while others tensed, muscles coiled in anticipation. And then, through the trees, a massive figure emerged. Grisha.

And he was furious.

Grisha’s roar reverberated through the ground beneath your feet. He moved with a terrifying swiftness, his massive figure slicing through the clearing in an instant. Eren barely had time to react before the gorilla leader lunged. Jean and Mikasa stepped forward, muscles taut, ready to step in. "Stay back," Eren warned, his body coiled like a spring. Grisha’s presence was overwhelming, his towering form exuding pure dominance.

His gaze flickered between you, Armin, and Floch before settling on Eren. "You brought them here?" Grisha’s voice was deep and guttural, filled with restrained fury. Eren squared his shoulders. "I had to." The elder gorilla let out a low snarl.

"You have betrayed your own kind." Eren’s fists clenched, but before he could respond, Floch boldly stepped forward. "We were always going to find you," he said smoothly. "If not now, then soon enough." Grisha’s eyes darkened, nostrils flaring. "You think you can manipulate my people, human?" Floch smirked. "I don’t think. I know." It happened too quickly to react. Grisha lunged not at Eren, but at Floch.

The red-haired man barely dodged, stumbling back as the ground shook beneath Grisha’s sheer force. "Enough!" Eren’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. Grisha hesitated for a split second, muscles twitching. "You don’t understand," Eren said, his voice steadier now.

"I wanted them to see. I wanted her to see." He turned to you, desperation etched on his face. "Tell him. Tell him you belong here." You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because you didn’t know the answer. And that moment of hesitation… It shattered something in Eren.

Grisha’s eyes softened just a bit. "You see, my son? They will always choose their own." Eren’s jaw tightened. His hands trembled. He didn’t look at you. And for the first time since meeting him, you saw something in his eyes that had never been there before. Sorrow.

Behind you, two of Floch’s men rushed into the clearing, weapons at the ready. The atmosphere shifted, charged with tension. Eren barely had a moment to react before he was locked in a struggle with the massive gorilla, trying to restrain him. "Go!" he yelled over his shoulder. "Run!" You hesitated. "Eren—"

"GO!" Armin seized your wrist, pulling you away as Floch dashed ahead. The jungle blurred around you, Grisha’s roars echoing in the distance. The ground shook beneath them as Grisha roared in fury, fighting against Eren’s hold, but for once, the younger was stronger. Panting heavily, Eren met his father’s gaze. His chest felt heavy, not from the struggle, but from the weight of what he knew was inevitable.

"You are no son of mine," Grisha spat. Those words struck deeper than any physical blow. Eren’s grip wavered just enough for Grisha to shove him away, but the fight was already lost. The elder gorilla stood tall, shaking off the dirt, and turned his back on Eren without a word. Something inside Eren shattered. Mikasa observed in silence, her usual stoic demeanor tinged with a hint of pity. Eren didn’t glance at her. Without another word, he walked away, leaving behind everything he had ever known.

The camp was still when you, Armin, and Floch returned. The night was thick with the scent of damp earth, the distant sounds of the jungle still murmuring through the trees. Despite the safety of the campfires and the familiarity of the tents, a heavy weight settled in your chest. Grisha’s words echoed in your mind. "You see, my son? They will always choose their own." Eren hadn’t come back with you. He had stayed behind, alone in the place that had once felt like home, but now it was different. He had nowhere to go. No one. But he returned. Long after the others had settled in, long after the fires had dimmed, he appeared. His steps were slow, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were searching for one thing.

You.

Your breath caught, guilt twisting in your stomach. He looked so lost.

Floch noticed him before you did. He straightened up from checking supplies, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, hell no," he muttered, stepping forward. "Jungle boy, you need to—"

"It’s fine." The words slipped out before you could think twice. Floch hesitated, his eyebrows knitting together in irritation. "Excuse me?" You met his glare without flinching. "I said it’s fine." Floch scoffed. "Oh, I see. Now you're inviting him into your tent?" He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

Before he could say anything else, Armin, ever the voice of reason, spoke up. "Actually, Floch," he said smoothly, "this could be beneficial for research purposes. We've been documenting Eren’s behavior extensively, and first-hand observation is crucial to understanding—"

Floch rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever." He shot you one last look before stomping off toward his own tent, grumbling under his breath.

You sighed, turning back toward your tent only to find Eren still standing there, hesitant.

You nodded toward the entrance. "Come on."

Eren followed silently.

Inside, the space was small, barely enough room for the two of you, but Eren didn’t seem to care. His gaze flickered across your things your maps, your books, your clothes folded neatly in the corner but in the end, he only looked at you.

You sat on the cot, shifting slightly to make room.

Eren hesitated for only a moment before climbing in beside you.

The second he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around you. His grip was tight, desperate, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. His face burrowed into the corner of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.

Your fingers moved instinctively, brushing through the tangled strands of his hair, tucking a few loose ones behind his ear.

For a while, there was only silence.

Then, softly, you asked, "Back in the jungle… when you told the others I was staying… what did you mean?"

Eren stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away.

"I thought…" His voice was low, muffled against your skin. "I thought if you saw them...really saw them, you wouldn’t leave."

Your chest tightened.

"You wouldn’t leave me."

His fingers clenched slightly at the fabric of your shirt. "I couldn’t—" He swallowed. "I can’t be alone again."

Your breath caught.

Because you understood.

You had known loneliness, too. The kind that swallowed you whole, the kind that made the world feel too quiet, too empty. You had lost your family once. You knew what it was like to wake up and have no one left.

You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, and then on his soft lips. Eren was on his way to remove your nightgown, but you told him that he couldn’t, as you need to be discreet. You didn’t want Armin, especially Floch, to know about your secret affair. Eren nods, but you tell him that he can remove your panties. Eren eagerly takes off your panties as he yearned to be close to you again.

You kissed him again, this time softer than the first time. He remembered how you touched yourself earlier, so he mimicked those movements. Drawing circles on your clit with his rough hands. You moaned in his mouth as you reached your high. 

Eren removed his loincloth, and you stroked him with your cum making him ready for you. He lined himself between your legs, running the head through your soaking folds before lining up with your entrance. The burn as he sank down was pleasurable with just the right amount of pain. Eren groaned, losing himself in the feeling of your tight walls. He leans downwards to lay his forehead on yours. You nodded, giving him the green light he wanted. He kissed you passionately as he thrust inside with slow but passionate movements. He sets a faster pace, cock buried inside to the hilt every time he pushes back in. You cross your legs behind his back, pulling him in as deep as possible while his cock twitches inside you, filling you with his seed.  He pulls out, falling exhausted onto the bed next to you, holding you. 

You placed a hand over his, squeezing gently. "The London offer is still up," you whispered.

Eren said nothing. He only held you tight.

The morning mist hung low over the jungle as you stood at the edge of the dock, staring at the massive ship that would take you back to London. The sounds of the waking jungle mixed with the distant chatter of the ship’s crew loading supplies.

Eren stood beside you, clad in a dark suit that Armin had borrowed him. His green eyes no longer held their usual fire.

You touched his arm gently. "You’ll see the world, Eren. Kings, scientists, and famous writers will all want to meet you. You’re going to change everything."

But he only looked at you with a small, tired smile."I don’t care about any of that," he murmured. "I just want to be with you."

Your heart ached at his words, but the ship’s horn sounded before you could respond, signalling your departure.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped onto the gangplank, with Eren following close behind.

And then the chaos started.

Before you could even process what was happening, hands grabbed you, yanking you backwards. You gasped, struggling against the grip of unfamiliar men as they forced you toward the ship’s cargo hold.

"Eren!" you cried, thrashing against the captors.

Armin was already being dragged away, his shouts drowned out by the commotion. Crew members fought back, but they were outnumbered. Captain Levi was locked in a scuffle with one of the attackers, his blade flashing before he was struck from behind and forced to his knees.

Eren snarled, instinct taking over as he dodged the first attack, shoving one of the thugs aside with brute strength. He moved like a predator, fists swinging with unrelenting fury until the barrel of a gun was pressed to his temple.

The scuffle stopped.

The unmistakable sound of a rifle cocking cut through the air.

Eren turned his head slightly, breath heavy, eyes still burning with resistance until he saw who was holding the gun.

Floch.

For a brief second, relief flickered across Eren’s face. "Floch," he panted, straightening. "Help me. These men—"

But Floch just smiled.

Not a reassuring smile. Not the smirk of someone amused.

A cruel smile.

And in that instant, Eren knew.

His entire body went rigid.

"Floch…?"

The red-haired man’s smirk widened. "Oh, Eren," he said, almost mockingly. "You still don’t get it, do you?"

Eren barely had time to react before Floch swung his rifle, slamming the handle hard into his chest.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled backward, coughing, vision swimming.

"You—" Eren wheezed, eyes burning with rage and betrayal.

Floch stepped closer, slightly lowering his rifle, tilting his head in mock sympathy. "You actually thought I was trying to help you?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, Eren. I was helping myself."

Eren’s fists clenched, his entire body trembling. "Why?"

Floch’s smile turned razor-sharp. "Simple. Money." He lifted his rifle, resting it casually against his shoulder. "Three hundred pounds. Per gorilla."

Eren’s stomach twisted.

"You…You used me."

Floch feigned surprise. "Did I? Or did you just let me?" His voice dripped with mockery. "After all, you were the one who led us right to them. I just… took advantage of the situation."

Eren lunged, but the thugs grabbed him before he could even take a step.

Floch sighed, shaking his head. "Tsk, tsk. Can’t have you ruining my plans now, can we?" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "You were never meant to leave this jungle, Eren. You belong in a cage."

Eren thrashed, but the men held him firm.

"Lock him up with the others," Floch ordered, his voice cold. "We have gorillas to catch."

And just like that, Eren was dragged away, his vision blurring as betrayal sank its claws deep into his chest.

You watched, helpless, as Floch and his men climbed into small boats, their cages ready, their destination set.

Straight to the gorilla’s nests.

And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

The thugs worked swiftly under the cover of night, their torches casting eerie shadows over the jungle as they raided the nests. The gorillas’ cries echoed deep, guttural roars of defiance and fear through the trees. Nets were thrown, ropes tightened, and iron cages slammed shut, trapping the massive creatures one by one. The younger gorillas screeched in terror as they were yanked from their mothers and shoved into burlap sacks, their tiny fists beating helplessly against the rough fabric.

Grisha fought harder than any of them. With a furious bellow, he broke free from one net, his powerful arms sending men flying like ragdolls. He ripped through another trap, his fangs glinting in the firelight. For a moment, it looked like he might turn the tide until a rifle butt cracked against his skull.

Grisha staggered, momentarily dazed. That was all the hunters needed. Thick chains were thrown over his shoulders, yanked tight around his throat and arms, dragging him to the ground.

Floch stepped forward, dusting off his coat. He loomed over the defeated leader, tilting his head as if considering his next move. A slow, satisfied smirk crept onto his face.

"Well, well… the great king of the jungle, brought to his knees." He let out a mocking chuckle, pressing his boot against Grisha’s arm to keep him pinned. "Not so powerful now, are you?"

Grisha let out a low, rumbling growl, his breath heavy with rage.

Floch hummed thoughtfully, raising his rifle. "You know, I should’ve done this from the start. Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble."

He cocked the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger.

And then.

"FLOCH!"

Heads snapped toward the sound.

A blur of motion. A shadow moving against the firelight.

And then, suddenly, an eruption of chaos.

Mikasa and Jean struck first, emerging from the underbrush like wraiths. Jean punched his fist into a thug’s stomach, sending him crumpling to the ground. With the deadly precision of a predator, Mikasa slashed through the ropes binding one of the larger gorillas with her claws.

Then came Eren.

Freed from captivity, his body moved on pure instinct. His bare feet barely touched the earth as he launched himself forward, a wild force of nature. Before the thugs could react, he crashed into one of them, knocking the man’s rifle away before slamming him into the dirt.

Panic erupted in the camp. The hunters scrambled, some drawing weapons, others too terrified to react.

The gorillas, sensing their chance, fought back. Carla, the troop’s matriarch, let out a deafening roar before swinging her powerful arms, knocking two men into the very cages meant for her kind. The rest of the troop followed suit, tearing through nets, flipping cages, and sending Floch’s well-laid plans crumbling around him.

Floch cursed under his breath, ducking behind a supply crate as the camp descended into madness. His men were losing. The gorillas were free. And worst of all.

Eren was coming for him.

His green eyes burned with rage, his breath heavy, chest rising and falling like that of an enraged beast. His gaze locked onto Floch, his muscles tensed, coiled, ready to strike.

Floch barely had time to react before Eren lunged.

From the shadows of the undergrowth, a gunshot rang out. The bullet barely missed its mark, grazing Eren’s right arm. He hissed at the sharp sting but didn't falter.

A second shot followed, this one aimed at Grisha.

The older man had no time to react before the bullet tore through him. He staggered, his face twisting in pain, but even then, he didn’t fall. With a final burst of strength, Grisha charged at Floch, his eyes blazing with unshaken resolve.

Floch sneered and stepped back, raising his rifle again. Another shot.

This time, Grisha collapsed.

You barely had a second to process it before a brutal force slammed into you. Floch swung the butt of his rifle against your ribs, knocking the breath from your lungs. The world spun, and before you could recover, darkness crept in at the edges of your vision.

Floch barely spared you a glance as he turned back to Eren.

The battle moved to the treetops, the jungle alive with the sounds of their fight. Fists and words collided, civilization against nature, arrogance against instinct. Floch fought like a man who refused to lose, but Eren fought like something greater.

A well-timed strike sent Floch stumbling. His fingers fumbled for his rifle only for Eren to knock it away. The weapon slipped from Floch’s grasp and fell into Eren’s hands.

For a moment, everything stilled.

Floch smirked despite his predicament, looking down the barrel of his own gun. "Go on," he taunted, voice dripping with contempt. "Pull the trigger. Be a man."

Eren’s fingers tightened around the grip. His breath was heavy, his heart pounding.

One pull of the trigger. One shot. It would be so easy.

But then, Eren’s eyes darkened not with rage, but with something steadier. He pressed the muzzle against Floch’s neck, his expression unreadable.

And then.

A deafening BOOM.

Floch flinched violently, his entire body tensing. But there was no bullet. No pain.

Eren had mimicked the sound of a gunshot.

His gaze bore into Floch’s, his voice cold and unwavering. "I’m not like you."

Without hesitation, he shattered the rifle, slamming it against a thick tree branch. The weapon broke apart, its remains tumbling to the jungle floor.

Floch’s smirk vanished. His face twisted in rage, his body trembling with frustration. A furious roar ripped from his throat as he tore a machete from his belt.

"You animal—!" he bellowed, lunging at Eren.

Eren dodged back, nimbly avoiding the wild swings. Floch’s attacks were erratic, driven by pure hatred. But in his blind rage, he failed to notice the vines coiling around his legs.

One misstep. That’s all it took.

His foot snagged on the tangled mass of vines, and before he could regain his balance, the jungle itself seemed to fight back. The more he struggled, the tighter the vines became.

"Stop," Eren warned, breathless.

Floch ignored him, hacking at the vines, his desperation mounting. The final vine slipped like a noose around his throat.

Realization dawned too late.

The last vine snapped.

Floch’s body dropped like a stone then jerked to a sickening halt.

A strangled gurgle left his lips as his hands clawed at his throat, his wide eyes filled with horror. The jungle, in the end, had claimed him.

Lightning split the sky, casting eerie shadows against the trees. For a brief moment, the flickering light revealed the silhouette of Floch’s lifeless body swaying in the canopy.

Eren stood beneath him, breathing hard. He didn't celebrate. He didn’t even look at Floch’s corpse.

Armin and you watched in heavy silence as Grisha, weak and battered, turned to Eren one last time.

With fading strength, the elder gorilla placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder. His eyes, once filled with judgment, now held something softer.

"Lead them well."

And with that, Grisha collapsed. His final breath lost to the jungle.

The morning was golden, the sun stretching its fingers over the treetops as if reluctant to let go of the night. The river was calm, reflecting the sky like a sheet of glass.

You stood at the shore, your feet sinking slightly into the damp sand. The rowboat waited, Armin already seated inside, his hands resting patiently on the oars.

Eren stood a few feet away, silent, holding the small band you had once used to tie his hair into a man-bun. His fingers turned it over gently, reverently, as if it were the most precious thing he had ever been given.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a smile. "Goodbye, Eren."

His eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the boat. The wooden planks creaked beneath you as you sat beside Armin. The current caught the boat immediately, pulling it gently away from the shore.

Eren didn’t move. He just stood there, watching you drift further and further away.

For the first few moments, you said nothing, staring down at your hands in your lap, willing your heart to be still.

Then, Armin spoke.

"You should stay."

Your head snapped up. "What?"

"You should stay," he repeated, his voice calm, certain. "You love him."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come.

"I belong in England," you said finally, though the words felt hollow even as you spoke them. "With you. With Avery and Hitch and Sasha and—"

"We can visit," Armin interrupted gently. "It’s not the end."

Your chest tightened.

He studied you for a long moment, then sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "You know… I can’t remember the last time I saw you like this. Happy. Free."

You blinked at him, startled.

He glanced toward Eren, who still stood at the shore, unmoving. "Since your parents died… it’s like a part of you shut down. You’ve been surviving, not living." His voice softened. "But here? With him? You’re alive again. You laugh, you smile, you run. I’ve never seen you this energetic since we were kids."

You swallowed hard, something breaking inside you.

"I don’t want you to leave and regret it," Armin murmured. "Not when you've finally found where you belong."

Your fingers curled into your palms.

"But I-I I can’t get my hair braided here?" you tried weakly. Armin rolled his eyes. "You should embrace your natural hair more anyway." You exhaled sharply, feeling the final walls of your resolve crumble.

There was nothing left to argue.

There was nothing left to run from.

Eren was your home.

Your heart was already back on that shore.

So you followed it.

Without another thought, you stood, braced yourself and jumped.

The water hit you like a shock, but you didn’t stop. You surfaced, gasping, and swam hard for the shore. Behind you, Armin laughed before diving in as well. Eren, who had watched you go without a word, now stood frozen in place, eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face. You reached the shallows and didn’t hesitate, rushing forward, you tackled him.

The two of you tumbled into the surf, waves splashing around you as laughter bubbled from your chest. Eren stared at you, breathless, as if afraid to believe this was real.

In gorilla-speak, you whispered, "I will stay with you."

A sharp breath left him, his fingers tightening around your arms as if anchoring himself to this moment.

Then, he kissed you.

It was urgent, desperate, and full of everything that words could never say. His hands framed your face, pulling you closer, as if he could pour every ounce of his soul into you. And you kissed him back, pouring everything into him, the fear, the longing, the love.

The jungle had stolen your heart the day you arrived. But Eren… Eren had made it beat.

[moonsdrs]

۶ৎ── ANSWER AS YOUR DRSELF (60s fame ver.)

what is your name? — mary-lynn michelle hendrix.

favorite food? — any sort of pasta dishes. especially my mom's spaghetti

you can only choose one movie to watch for the rest of your life, which is it? — hm..i don't particularly watch any movies these days. maybe the wizard of oz?

what is your birthday? — nov 24, 1943

what is a song you will always have a place for in your heart? — two sleepy people by hoagy carmichael

favorite color, go! — purple!

name the most important thing to you. — my rings. my hands cannot be bare for more than a few moments and they are like my good luck charms.

favorite memory? — bringing jimi to the studio for the first time to record my first album. we had a lot of fun and he helped write some of my best hits from it.

least favorite memory? — summer. summer in general. i hate summer.

someone you dislike? — i don't have anyone i dislike at all...at least not currently.

in a crowded room, who would you look for first? — michael, of course.

best music genre? — r&b and rock.

a topic you defend with your life. — artist protection and freedom of creation.

a character you relate to. — minnie mouse

picture your room, is it messy? — it's neat and organized with a bedside table that is messy. you touch it to fix it up, then it's just not right. yes i need my glasses to be beside my glasses case not inside of it and yes the cup of two day old half drunken water does need to stay right there too.

gun to your head, are you funny? — no, i'm mary-ly- *gun goes off*

fruit platter or candy platter? — fruit platter but there cannot be mangos or melons of any kind.

sugar, sour or spice? — sugar

what's your aesthetic? — a little bit of everything depending on my mood.

who in your dr would you not be surprised they came out as a shifter? — my little sister, pharoah and maybe elvis presley (or priscilla)

what's your hogwarts house? — what's a hogwarts house? (moon note. she'd be a hufflepuff.)

ambivert, introvert or extrovert? — an introvert who thinks she's an ambivert.

best school subject? — english

where can someone find you when you're sad? — in my room or anywhere secluded, probably alone listening to the vinyl or curled up on michael's lap ranting to him about it.

who are you? — well- i'm kinda sad you're asking me this when i told you twice that i'm mary-lynn. have you been listening to me at all or am i talking to the void?

someone's music you don't enjoy? — hm..i don't really know. i just listen to music i know i already like.

have you had a near death experience? — no, and i plan to keep it that way.

who was your first love? do you regret it? — michael, my sweet lover boy. only thing i regret is not making my move the moment i knew him. 5 months without him down the drain when that whole time we could've already been kissing.

has there been anyone famous you didn't like? — no...i usually just stick to myself and whoever i am introduced to. i am never met with people of whose nature i already don't like.

do you enjoy your fanbase? — of course! they are the best fanbase in the entire world (they are holding me at gunpoint as i write this)

least favorite interview? — anyone where they start getting very pushy and invasive. like guys can i talk about my music instead of which monkee is the better kisser?

fsvorite instrument? — to play is the bass guitar. to hear is the trumpet and/or euphonium

do you perform live? where did you last perform live? — of course i perform live. what performer doesn't? i last performed live at a spring festival alongside my brother, jimi.

what's your favorite song you've made? — it's not a song i released but i have writing creds for ain't too proud to beg!

SHIFTING EXCERSISE ── answer as your dr self .✦

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

what is your name?

favourite food?

you can only choose one movie to watch for the rest of your life, what would you choose?

what is your birthday?

what is a song you will always have a place for in your heart?

favourite colour, go!

name the most important thing to you.

favourite memory?

least favourite memory?

someone you dislike?

in a crowded room, who would you look for first?

best music genre?

a topic you defend with your life

a character you relate to?

picture your room, is it organised or messy?

gun to your head... are you funny?

fruit platter or candy platter?

sugar, sour or spice?

whats your aesthetic?

who in your dr would you not be surprised if they came out as a shifter?

whats your hogwarts house?

ambivert, introvert, or extravert?

best school subject?

where can someone find you when youre sad?

who are you?

someones music you dont enjoy?

have you had a near death experience?

who was your first love? do you regret it?

questions for specific drs ★彡

(fame dr) has there ever been someone famous you didnt like?

(fame dr) do you enjoy your fanbase?

(fame dr) what are you famous for?

(fame dr) least favourite interview?

(pjo dr) whats your cabin number?

(pjo dr) favourite and least favourite god?

(pjo dr) least favourite camper?

(harry potter dr) best and worst teacher? why?

(harry potter dr) blood status?

(harry potter dr) what house are you in? whats your favourite house?

(harry potter dr) in time of need, would you ever use a unforgivable curse?

(band/singer dr) favourite instrument?

(band/singer dr) do you preform live? where did you last preform?

(band/singer dr) whats your favourite song you made?

happy shifting!!

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ -> apologies if i didn't get your specific dr in here :-(

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . .

[another-goblin]

I hope with Anaxa's announcement people will stop calling Dr. Ratio HSR's Alhaitham.

I doubt Anaxa will be more deserving of this comparison (I might be skeptical of Hoyo's writing at times, but they are good at writing unique nuanced characters not defined by surface-level similarities). But at least aesthetically, they are much closer: a bluish-green color scheme, grey hair, and even the splash screen pose is nearly identical.

But I love how many playable scientists we have already (don't forget Asta, who's the lead researcher on Herta Station, Serval, who used to be a scientist, and Screwllum, who hopefully is going to be playable sooner or later), and all of them are different. Can't wait to see what this guy's deal is going to be.

By the way, I like this line: "I am the only truth." I know a guy named Truth (Veritas) who may have something to say about it (moreover, he's literally called Dr. Truth in Chinese and German versions).

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Thousand Yard Stare Chapter 3

Summary: Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost.  After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life.  His newfound PTSD is severe.  His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give.  His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with.  He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.

Warnings: mentions of physical assault, violence, being taken prisoner; sexual assault/r@pe; PTSD/anxiety/depression/panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares; suicide/minor character death; eventual smut

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Two weeks later Bucky found himself at a bar.  The whole “family,” as Y/N liked to call their ragtag group, had piled into her old truck and gone to the local bar for a monthly karaoke night.  He watched a bunch of strangers get up and sing some popular songs badly as he drank his fourth beer of the night, laughing at the particularly bad ones.  Scott got up and sang “Ain’t No Other Man” with the sass of a teenage girl, Clint sang “Creep” in a way that actually made Bucky emotional, and Pietro had taken it upon himself to shmooze every woman in the bar during his rendition of “Sex on Fire,” singing a little too long to Y/N for Bucky’s liking.  She had just pushed him off with a laugh, but there was a definite blush to her cheeks.  

Bucky knew that his feelings were ridiculous.  She was the home director, one of the people being paid to help him.  He chucked it up to just a crush, something that he would get over eventually.  And yet here he was, glaring at Pietro when he cupped Y/N’s face and sang to her about “hot as a fever” and “I could just taste it.”

“Alright folks, it's almost closing time,” the bar owner, Happy, said on the mic.  There was a chorus of boos and he just smiled and held his hand up for everyone to quiet down.  “But let’s end it on a high note,” he winked, and there was a sudden uproar.  Bucky looked around in slight alarm.  He leaned over to Wanda sitting next to him.  

“What’s happening?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she answered him, a small smirk on her face.

“Come on, you,” Happy said, looking at Y/N and beckoning her on stage.

“Oh no,” Y/N said, waving her hands in front of her, but quickly the entire bar started chanting things like “Do it!” and yelling her name.  After a moment and with Bruce pushing her she finally stood up and relented, making everyone cheer as she headed towards the stage.

“You always fight it when you know you’re going to do it anyway!” Happy scolded her as she walked up to him.

“Yeah yeah,” Y/N laughed and patted his shoulder as she walked past him to the center of the stage.  “What do y’all wanna hear tonight?” she asked, getting the microphone stand fixed to her height.

The crowd started shouting different things and then Bruce stood up and approached the stage.  She leaned down and he whispered in her ear and she smiled.  As he went to sit back down she stood up and said, “Purple Rain it is.”  There was an applause as Happy got the song loaded on the karaoke machine.  The guitar blared through the speakers and Y/N got herself comfortable on the stool that was on the stage behind her.  Bucky looked at Wanda again, who gave him a wink.

“I never meant to cause you any sorrow…” Y/N started the song, and Bucky’s mouth dropped open.  Wanda snickered next to him, giving Pietro next to her a nudge who laughed at Bucky’s face.  As she kept singing the whole group saw Bucky’s astonishment and all quietly laughed at him.  He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.  Y/N was a great singer, and he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned forward, his eyes widening.  “Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing!” she sang, a rasp in her voice as the crowd cheered for her even louder.  “It’s time we all reach out for something new that means you, too,” she pointed at Bucky, giving him a wink.  He blushed, his face feeling hot as Pietro reached over and clapped his shoulder.  “...let me guide you to the Purple Rain.  Purple Rain, Purple Rain!”  She got into the feeling of the song, making up harmonies and runs, and as the last few lines started she had the whole bar singing along with her.  

When the final note was sung and the guitar ended everyone in the bar was on their feet, clapping and cheering for Y/N as she set the microphone back on the stand and bowed.  “Thank you!” she said cheerfully, then quickly got off the stage.  She was bombarded by people at different tables congratulating her and complimenting her until she reached their table.  

“Y/N you goddess!” Pietro greeted her first, giving her a hug.

“That was wonderful, honey, thank you,” Bruce said quietly, and she gave him a warm smile.

“Great job,” Wanda said.

When she made it up to Bucky he just stared at her in awe.  “Did you like karaoke Buck?” she asked.

“Loved it,” he said, looking at her like she was brand new.  “You were amazing.  I didn’t know you could sing.”

“Oh well,” she waved away his compliment.  “I’m alright.”

Bucky was going to retort but was interrupted by Happy on the microphone.  “That’s it for tonight folks!  Pay your tabs and drive safe!”  Y/N rounded everyone up and shepherded them out to the truck.  Pietro was sufficiently drunk, Wanda having to hold him up slightly as they lugged him into the backseat.  Wanda, Scott and Clint squished in and sat with him as Bruce and Bucky sat in the front with Y/N.  Even though Bucky was tall and bulky he got the middle seat next to Y/N as she drove.  

“Everyone in?” Y/N asked, taking a look at the back seat.  Pietro snored loudly, making everyone laugh.  “Alright, let’s go.”  It was about a 20 minute drive back to the house, so Bucky tried to get comfortable squished in the middle.  After the fourth time of his elbow bumping into Y/N’s arm she sighed.  “Buck, just put your arm up around me,” she said.  When he hesitated she grabbed his hand and brought it around her shoulders to rest on the seat behind them.  She patted his hand once it was in position and then brought her hand back to the wheel, focusing on the road.

Bucky’s body felt like it was vibrating.  Those four beers were kicking in, and being this close to a girl, particularly a girl that he was crushing on, who was beautiful and kind and funny and apparently a great singer, was not helping.  After a few more tense minutes Bucky shifted in the seat, his knee slightly rubbing against hers.  He turned toward her a bit.  “You were really great up there,” he said quietly, trying not to wake everyone up who had fallen asleep in the back seat.  

Y/N smiled and huffed a laugh.  “Thank you.  I’m alright.”

“Yeah you said that, but seriously,” Bucky said, looking at her.  “You’re amazing.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, surprised by his genuine tone.  “That’s nice of you, thank you.”  She looked back at the road, a blush on her cheeks.  Bucky smiled at the fact that he was able to make her blush.  “Maybe next time you can get up there and show us your vocal chops?” she asked, giving him a teasing smile.

“I don’t know about that,” Bucky laughed.  “I’m no you.”

“Can’t be any worse than Scott,” she joked.  Bucky snorted, trying to keep his laugh quiet, and she laughed with him.  

They reached the house and she parked the truck. Bucky helped get Pietro inside as everyone else yawned and slowly trudged to their rooms.  Once Y/N made sure everyone was inside and safe she locked the house up and went upstairs.  Bucky was getting Pietro laid down on his bed as she checked his room.  “You good, Buck?” she whispered.

Bucky ducked Pietro’s arm that tried to hold him close, another rough snore making Y/N cover her mouth to stop from laughing.  Bucky gave her a wide-eyed stare that made her snicker and she quickly moved away from Pietro’s room so he wouldn’t hear her laughing.  Bucky snorted again and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.  “I don’t wanna be his cuddle buddy, sorry,” Bucky whispered.

Y/N covered her whole face as she tried not to burst out laughing.  Bucky laughed quietly with her as they moved toward their respective rooms.  Once she had control of herself and calmed down she looked at him with her bright smile.  “That’s too bad.  He is quite good at cuddling, not gonna lie,” she said.

This made Bucky bristle.  She obviously had been physically close with each of them at some point.  He gave her a tight smile.  “I’m sure,” he said flatly.

Y/N gave him an odd look.  “I guess I shouldn’t have told you that.  I’m not a therapist, technically, but shouldn’t be talking about other people’s sessions with me,” she said sheepishly.

Bucky shrugged.  “Well, goodnight,” he said.

“Goodnight Bucky.  I really hope you had fun tonight,” she said, stepping toward him.

“I did, thanks,” Bucky nodded, not able to stay upset with her.

“Good,” Y/N nodded.  They sat there staring at each other for another minute.  Bucky couldn’t get a read on her, and then she blinked and shook her head, giving him a quick smile.  “See you tomorrow.”

“Sleep well,” Bucky said, watching her leave.

“You first,” she teased, then disappeared into her room.

***

Bucky’s nightmares weren’t as frequent anymore.  He still had them, but instead of waking up screaming he was able to jerk awake and remind himself it wasn’t real, it wasn’t happening right then, that he was safe.  If he did make any noises Teddy and Y/N would be right there to help ground him back to the present.  As the months went by he could feel himself getting better, slowly but surely.  Dr. Strange had been a huge success with him so far, especially after opening up about his assault, and he craved his cuddle sessions with Y/N every week, reveling in having her close, even in a “professional” setting.  He was in deep denial about his feelings toward her, trying to focus on the reason he was there, and yet his dreams very quickly turned to her on those good nights.  And if his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, he could have sworn that he had seen her give him long glances and hungry looks here and there, her hugs more affectionate or their cuddle sessions feeling more personal at times.  

The holidays were coming up.  Y/N went all out for Halloween, the whole house decorated in pumpkins and garlands and autumn leaves.  She was in full swing with the holiday season, which in her words was September through December.  She baked and cooked every Autumn goodie she could think of, and dragged everyone along with her to go to the local Autumn festivals.  Bucky loved watching her get excited over things like this, and happily helped her decorate, cook and bake whatever she was wanting.

As Thanksgiving approached she had invited all of the veteran’s families to come attend a family gathering dinner at the home.  Bucky’s parents as well as Steve and Sam were invited and they all agreed to come.  On Thanksgiving day Bucky hugged each of them for a long time, missing them while he’d been away.

“You look well rested,” George said.  “Sleeping better?”

“Mostly,” Bucky said.  “It’s been getting better.”

“Good,” George smiled.

Steve and Sam went out back with him as they all played a short game of basketball.  “You look good, man,” Sam said as he took a shot.  “Not as grumpy.”

“Fuck off,” Bucky laughed at him as he dribbled the ball.  

“No you do,” Steve agreed.  “This place has been good for you.”  Steve looked hopeful as Bucky took a shot and made it.  “Or maybe a certain someone has been good for you,” he teased, grabbing the ball.

“What?” Bucky asked, looking confused.

“Yeah,” Sam laughed.  “I think I’d be looking pretty good if someone like that was cuddling with me on a weekly basis,” he joked, gesturing toward the house.

“Oh come on, dude,” Bucky groaned.  “That’s her job is to help me.”

“Sure,” Sam said.  “So you have no feelings whatsoever?”

“I–” Bucky started.

“Hey Buck?” Y/N’s voice called out from the porch.

“Yeah?” his head whipped around, focusing solely on her.  Sam and Steve snickered behind him.

“Could you help me with something?” she asked, looking frustrated.

“Yeah sure!” Bucky said, jogging toward the house.  As she turned back inside he turned towards the guys and flipped them off, making them laugh harder.  

The dinner was perfect.  Everyone’s families had come and the house was much noisier than usual.  Wanda looked much more relaxed with her mother there, and Pietro was much more well-behaved.  Clint seemed less jittery as his wife and kids talked with him, using sign language with him as best as they could to practice.  Scott was definitely the most flamboyant one out of his family, the rest of them seeming content to just quietly speak to each other.  Bruce only had his partner Tony and their dog Jarvis, and he smiled more than Bucky had ever seen.  He realized halfway through dinner that Y/N didn’t have anyone.  She was perfectly happy talking to everyone around her, engaging in conversation easily with each person and being the perfect hostess, but she had no family or friends outside of the home show up.  As happy as Bucky was to see his family and friends, he was heartbroken for her to not have anyone.

After dinner was cleaned up and the families all packed up and left with many tearful goodbyes, Bucky found Y/N in the backyard with Teddy who was running around burning off some energy.  She was walking towards the greenhouse in the back lot and Bucky followed her.  She was slowly walking along the rows of plants and flowers, examining them and watering a few here and there as he walked into the greenhouse.

“Y/N?” he said.  She looked back at him and gave him a small smile.  “You okay?” he asked, walking towards her.

“Yeah,” she said, looking confused.  “Why?”

“Well, everyone had family show up today but you,” Bucky observed, watching her carefully.

Y/N had a brief look of grief wash over her face before she quickly schooled her features.  “Oh, well, I’m seeing them tomorrow,” she said, focusing back on the flowers closest to her.

“Oh, okay,” Bucky said, but something in her expression made him not fully believe her.  “Well as long as you’ll be seeing them sometime soon, right?”

“Right,” she breathed.  Teddy whined up at her and she quickly smiled and scratched his head.  “Hey, um, I’m going to be gone most of the day tomorrow, but I’ll be back in time for our session, okay?”  

“Yeah sure,” Bucky agreed.  “Take your time.”

Y/N put down the water can and turned to him suddenly.  “Can I have a hug?”

Bucky blinked at her in surprise then smirked.  “Can’t wait for one of my hugs till tomorrow, huh?”

“No,” Y/N replied seriously.

Bucky’s smirk fell and he nodded.  He opened his arms and she stepped into them, squeezing him tight.  He rubbed her back softly, resting his head on top of hers.  “You never need to ask,” he whispered into her hair.  “I’ve got you.”

Y/N sighed against him and after another minute of holding each other she slowly pulled away.  “Thank you,” she breathed.  She gave him a long look, then walked around him and out the greenhouse.

Bucky watched her leave, letting her have her space before going back to the house himself.

@wintrsoldrluvr @isitbiorisitlesbian @starfly-nicole @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger

[imagineweasley]

Love You More Than Chocolate Frogs!

fred x reader fluff you're absolutely killing yourself studying for the NEWTs and your boyfriend decides to give you a little surprise one night.

submit your request!

y/n: your name y/h: your house

I dragged my feet along the stone floor of the halls. I couldn't seem to lift my feet off the ground, my body felt so heavy.

It had been days since I got more than three hours of sleep. I had locked myself in the library every chance I could get, as the NEWTs were only a week away and even though I was 99% sure I was ready, my brain would not let me rest. Between classes, between meals, until the sky was black and even the crickets had gone to bed. It had gotten to a point where Fred and my friends were sneaking me food in the library because I was forgetting that my body needs to eat. Just yesterday, Fred had been kicked out of the library for bringing me a duffel bag of food from the Great Hall. He had loudly dragged the bag in, stinking of ham, stew, cheese, bread, and cakes, and immediately, the librarian was blocking his path, hands on her hips and feet tapping on the ground.

"Y/n! Catch!" He chucked a muffin in my direction and pranced out as the librarian glowered at him. I stifled a giggle as the students around me snickered.

Fred and I had been dating for about a year now. We had been friends since our first year, when he and George were first experimenting with their godforsaken pranks. A month into arriving at Hogwarts, I walked into the Great Hall absolutely ravenous. I'd just been demolished in flying class because for SOME REASON my broom had decided to be an asshole and whack me in the side of the head. Madame Hooch had been impressed by the responsiveness of my broom but had suggested... maybe go to the infirmary to get the growing bump checked out.

So of course, I hadn't. I was starving and my superiority complex told me that I'd be fine. I sat down at the y/h table and not even two seconds into my mashed potatoes, I felt something dense crash into my head, right where the broom had hit me.

"What in the-" I clutched my bump as a muffin bounced off my head onto the ground and whirled around to see who the hell had concussed me. That's when my eyes met Fred's for the first time.

You know how in movies, the main character has a meet-cute with the love of their life? He accidentally knocks the stuff she's carrying out of her hands and when they bend down to pick it up, they look up and their eyes meet. Suddenly, there's a surge of music, fireworks all around, heart eyes.

Well, that's not what happened here.

I think maybe it would have, except now there was a shooting pain in my forehead and I was busy glaring at this redheaded idiot.

"Oops I was trying to get that on your plate! I'm sorry!" Fred was covering his mouth shrinking into George, who was bent over behind Fred trying to stifle his laughter.

"Stay away from my plate!" I threw the muffin back at him, hitting him in the chest.

"Wait-" Fred pointed at the angry welt on my forehead, "Uhh that doesn't look great."

"I'm fine and I'm hungry so no thank you." I huffed and turned back to my plate, but the sudden movement made my forehead prickle. I stared at my potatoes and suddenly I felt a bit nauseous.

"You know what..." I stumbled off my bench and Fred materialized next to me, holding me up.

"Come on, let's go." He placed my arm around his shoulders but my pride kicked in.

"Let go! I'll do it myself!" Clearly I was still annoyed about the muffin but Fred held onto my arm and I had no choice but to lean heavily on him. He took me to the infirmary, and for the next few days, I would wake up to a muffin outside my bedroom door.

So I guess that was the beginning of our friendship

We were just best friends for 6 years, me, Fred, and George, until last summer, I went to for my yearly visit to the Weasleys'. Mrs. Weasley flitted around me the whole week, shoving plates of food in my hands, covering me in blankets at night, and fawning over how she didn't know how Fred and George found a friend like me to put up with them.

One day, Fred and I were alone in the kitchen washing the dishes in comfortable silence. I was scraping off a chunk of goo from a plate and grimacing when he gently took it out of my hand.

"You're such a wimp." He said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes but smiled, secretly grateful. We fell back into silence until I got distracted by the warm light coming in through the window, and turned to lean against the counter to watch the sun go down. Then he spoke up from behind me.

"Y/n," he cleared his throat nervously, "I have something... something that I've been - I've been needing to tell you."

His nervous tone made me turn around to face him. "What's wrong?"

His eyes were to the ground and he was shuffling his feet, his fingers playing with the dish towel. I had never seen him like this, not in the six years we had been best friends. I instinctively put my hand on his hand to quiet it and he stopped fidgeting for a bit. The tension was making my stomach curl but I waited patiently for him to speak.

He opened his mouth and suddenly vomited words out, "LatelyI'vebeenwantingtotellyousomethingandIhaven'tknownhowtotellyouandGeorgesaidIneededtotellyoubecauseIwasannoyinghimandGinnysaidthesamethingthatIneededtotalktoyoubecauseIwoudln'tshutupandsheneededmetopleaseshutthefuckupaboutitandIthinkIloveyou."

I froze. Was he really telling me what I thought he was telling me? He stared at the ground while I stared at him, frozen to the ground, trying to process what he just said. My heart fluttered and my face flushed. Of course throughout the years there had been a crush here and there, but I had pushed it away by the thought that no - we were just really close and I was confusing feelings, and besides, I didn't want to risk the friendship of our trio.

But right now, my face was warm and I felt something bubbling up in me. It was like my chest had suddenly opened up and I could breathe for the first time, something had been released in me that I'd been caging for a long time.

"Fred..." He glanced away from me and started to take a tiny step backwards but I held his hand harder so he couldn't get away. When I gripped his hand, he raised his eyes a bit to look at me through his lashes and I took my chance. My hand moved up his arm to cup his cheek. Now he was the one who was frozen. My other arm found its way around his shoulders and I found myself falling, falling into his lips, finally, finally. He was frozen for a second still, and then his arms came around my waist, hugging me tight as he kissed me back. He ran his hand through my hair, bringing me deeper into the kiss.

And that was that. We'd been even more inseparable since, if that was even possible.

Now back to present day. I pulled myself out of reminiscing as I reached the door to the y/h dorms. I leaned against the heavy door, pushing it wide open, eyes half closed. I was just about to drag my feet up the stairs when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. Fred!

I whipped around with a smile, and my mouth fell open at the sight in front of me. In the common room, a soft blanket on the ground, fireplace crackling, a huge pitcher of wine, a feast spread out in front of me. And on the empty plate waiting for me, a small note. Most importantly, my boyfriend sitting behind all of it, beaming at me.

"What are you doing! It's-" I checked my watch, "- it's nearly 4 am!"

"Don't worry, I chugged some coffee. Surprise!"

With a sudden burst of energy, I flew to him, into his waiting arms. He hugged me close to his chest and said, "I just thought you needed Something to take your mind off of studying for a while. You're killing yourself and not even eating and the stupid librarian won't even let me feed you!" I giggled at this and craned my neck up to look at him. "Why are you so sweet to me?"

"Well I don't know if I'm being sweet or just keeping you alive."

I laughed, smacking his chest, and he jokingly yelped. He took my hand softly in his, led me to sit down on the blanket, and took his own seat next to me. I picked up the note that was lying on my plate and opened it, and read, I love you more than all the chocolate frogs in the world. Our own little sappy thing we whisper to each other. Suddenly, tears pricked in my eyes and Fred noticed right away. He leaned in, concerned, and placed his hand on my knee.

"Y/n?"

I shook my head and laughing at myself, leaned into his chest again. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." I wiped my tears and he laughed, kissing the top of my head.

"Every time I lay my eyes on you, it's like for the first time, in the Great Hall our first year. I wonder what I did in a past life for the universe to bring me someone like you." More tears.

He gazed into my eyes, gently wiping tears away before kissing me. "Now eat!"

[shuuru]

On Vanitas and Xehanort's relationship.

I find it really hard to write Xehanort and Vanitas's interactions, especially when writing Vanitas's feelings about his Master.

I love Vanitas in the BBS Novel, especially because most of his scenes don't contradict the games. "Secondary canon" as the kids say.

My struggle comes because Xehanort is so obviously evil and a manipulate bastard to the viewer (he set up his own kidnapping ffs. Eraqus is either blind or too in love to really see it despite The Incident™) and still, the short conversations he has with Vanitas are... very normal in the beginning.

“Vanitas, are you prepared?” The young man he called Vanitas stood next to the elder, also watching the shooting star. His jet-black hair matched the darkness of the night. “We leave early tomorrow. Be sure to rest.” The old man patted Vanitas on the shoulder, and the light of recognition appeared in Vanitas’s eyes. “I can go a day or two without sleep. No problem.” Vanitas smirked. The old man—Master Xehanort—returned the smile. “Our tale begins now, Vanitas.” “A tale? Is that all it is?” Vanitas put on the mask he held at his side and looked up at the sky once more. At that, the old man convulsed with deep, throaty laughter.

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When Xehanort asks for his opinion on Ventus, Vanitas answers very casually in both Japanese and English. (He doesn't even use the polite です and just goes with the casual だ) There's no respect and Xehanort doesn't demand it.

“He ain’t gonna cut it."

Xehanort does speak badly of Vanitas to Terra, calling him a demon of his own creation, but how much is twisting the truth and how much is his own feelings towards him?

Xehanort lied as naturally as he breathed.

As Master Xehanort made his exit, Maleficent turned her attention to another in the corner of the room. “And you? Are you a friend of this man?” A lone boy appeared from the shadow of a curtain—Vanitas. “A friend…? What do you mean by that? What about you? Are you a ‘friend’ of his?” Vanitas countered Maleficent’s query with his own. “Yes, I suppose I could call him an ally with a common goal.” “Then sure. I guess I’m the same.” Vanitas smirked. “Have fun with those three,” he told her before leaving the room.

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An ally with a common goal, that seems to be the extent of their relationship despite Vanitas being his Apprentice.

The flashbacks of Vanitas's time in the badlands and training are exclusive to the Novel version and Kanemaki hit us all with a suplex because none of this is in the game. Kanemaki looked at the little darkness gremlin and said "You. I like you. Have character development."

“If I must…I will extract the darkness from within you myself.” A translucent ball of light rose from Ventus’s chest up into the air, until something pitch-black began to manifest around it. The substance took on a spherical shape, almost like a large egg, and all at once, a boy clad in a black bodysuit and mask appeared within, clutching his legs to him in a fetal position. The light left Ventus’s eyes. The boy uncurled his arms and legs, then landed lightly on the ground and looked at Xehanort. He had no idea who this guy was. Didn’t know who the guy laid out over there was, either. I’m just kinda…sad. Why am I sad? “Empty creature from Ventus riven…to you, the name Vanitas shall be given.” “Yes, Master,” replied the masked boy, Vanitas.

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“Don’t excite him, Vanitas.” Xehanort shot Vanitas a glare as he strode over to Ventus and helped him up. His golden eyes glinted sharply. “Excite him? Why shouldn’t I? He’s me. And didn’t you just say you liked the Unversed? What happened to putting this loser to rest?” “The situation has changed. Ventus’s heart is not so weak.” “Whatever,” Vanitas spat. So Xehanort didn’t know what really happened to Ventus. Someone somewhere had completed the boy’s heart, but Xehanort had reached the conclusion that Ventus’s own resilience was the cause. And that offended Vanitas, too. He’s undeniably a part of me, so why do I hate the kid so much? “Get out of the way. I’ll get rid of him myself.” Vanitas summoned his Keyblade into his hand. “Wait. We don’t know what will happen to you if he meets his end.” “So now what? If I have to be around him, I know I’m gonna end up snuffing him out.” His Keyblade still at the ready, Vanitas looked at Ventus, whose face remained twisted with pain. “Then I know just the place for him.” “You’re gonna lug him off somewhere else, then? Man, glad he means so much to you.” Vanitas laughed. “Both you and Ventus are necessary to my plan.” “Your plan, huh?” Without giving his opinion one way or the other, Vanitas dismissed his Keyblade and looked at Xehanort. He didn’t have any intention of being used in this man’s schemes. While the remnants of Ventus’s memories told him that Ventus had a certain amount of respect for Xehanort as his master, things were different with Vanitas himself. “Have it your way, Master,” Vanitas shot out, then turned his back on the other two and walked away. “Where are you going?” “Relax, I’ll stay on this world.” Behind Vanitas, the Unversed followed after like his attendants. What would it take to get rid of this anger? Why was I ever born? Vanitas gritted his teeth and scowled. Will my doubts ever go away someday?

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Again, barely any respect for Xehanort and explicitly says he wants nothing to do with his schemes but then something changes. Vanitas begins questioning his existence.

Vanitas felt a stirring in Ventus’s heart, and then it stopped all at once. The incessant winds whipping across the earth had fallen still at the same time. He looked up at the sky. The situation had changed again—Xehanort must have done something. Meanwhile, the “plan” Xehanort had mentioned was bothering him. Why was I born? Why was I made? Where did Ventus go? And what do I do now? I’m nervous.

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He can feel Ventus and all the emotions Vanitas himself can feel are negative. And what's worse, even when he knows the pain he's feeling will give him strenght, he doesn't want to feel like this anymore. He wants to be together again.

Vanitas summoned his Keyblade to his hand and took it to the Unversed scrabbling around him. Pain tore through his body as he brought it down. This was the second time he had defeated one of the creatures himself. Vanitas lashed out at the other Unversed. I don’t want to go away. Spare me. It hurts so much. I hate him. So many emotions poured into him along with the pain. The influx of feelings brought with it more pain, which in turn spawned more Unversed. Defeating them will make me stronger. It means the more I hurt these pieces of myself, the tougher I’ll become—and my Unversed with me. Pain and hate and suffering will be my power. The dark heart he’d been left with was so miserable. Why am I the only one who has to suffer? He pushed all his misery off on me, and now he’s off doing what? Sleeping? I’m jealous. […] Wish I could be numb like that, too. We used to be one, so why did we have to get separated? I’d probably feel a little better, at least, if we were together again. It’s Xehanort’s fault for tearing us apart, but he’s the only one who gets to feel good. He doesn’t have to deal with all this pain. I envy him. Vanitas despised Ventus—loathed him. The stream of Unversed emerging from him also upset him. What would it take for me to escape all of this?

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(I love that Darkness in Ux says that what Ventus wished for was power and Vanitas is obsessed with strenght even when the χ-Blade is still not on his radar. A residual, perhaps?)

And then we reach the most important part. We have the offer of salvation. The "Deal with the Devil"

“You must suffer more and more,” the old man said, turning to leave. Vanitas slowly got to his feet behind Xehanort. “…No.” Xehanort turned back toward the muttering at his back. “No. Why am I the only one who has to go through this?” The old man exploded into laughter at Vanitas’s question. “What’s so funny?” He thought of how much the inside of his chest ached and ached and ached, and tears poured down his cheeks. I can’t take this anymore. “I’ll tell you how to end your torment—become the χ-Blade.” “…χ-Blade?” Vanitas asked desperately. “If you and your counterpart cultivate your strengths and then do battle, the χ-Blade will be forged. The χ-Blade shall free you from your pain—free the entire world.” Vanitas couldn’t care less about the world, as long as he was delivered from this agony. “To this end, Vanitas, you must hone both body and mind.” With those parting words, Xehanort turned away from Vanitas. If I become the χ-Blade one day, I’ll be free of this torment. It was a goal—a purpose. A single ray of light shining in the darkness.

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Vanitas now has one single hope: the χ-Blade. And he only has Xehanort's word for it. He doesn't know if it will work, he only knows Xehanort offered it and he will do it if it stops his torment.

Xehanort then begins the process of "tempering" Vanitas as he calls it so he makes him tape into his anger. And here we also have the first description of what Vanitas's life was in the Badlands. Spoilers: Not pretty.

Xehanort loomed over Vanitas, his Keyblade in hand. “Come at me, boy. Your tempering has only begun.” As Vanitas got to his feet with a groan, Xehanort lunged toward him in a flash and kicked him in the jaw. Vanitas went crashing to the ground again. During Xehanort’s occasional returns to this ancient battleground, he would beat Vanitas with his Keyblade and then leave. The solitude cultivated his loathing and made him stronger. That was why Vanitas had been abandoned here. But it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough, and that in turn was why the Master needed to return at times for training. While Vanitas did sometimes cry out and weep, this time he merely gritted his teeth and got to his feet again. It was impossible to deny that a dark heart could become full to bursting with sadness and loneliness. Still, that was far from strength. Such feelings could be left to the Unversed. What Vanitas needed to acquire was overwhelming power. And that called for isolation and hatred. True darkness lay beyond his dried tears. “Now, Vanitas, let your hatred grow. Turn it loose upon everything in this world.” Unversed emerged from the boy kneeling on the ground. Xehanort chuckled as he watched.

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Oh, boy. Where do I begin? Vanitas cries when he's alone but bears it when he's with Xehanort. He lets the Unversed become all the feelings he doesn't consider strenght. Xehanort abandons him for who know how long, returns, beats him and then leaves again.

I know a popular interpretation of their relationship is that Vanitas is afraid of Xehanort. He hates the man but fear? I don't see it. (edit: this take will be my downfall in like five sentences)

And as I see it, all this abuse has purpose. His suffering will grant him salvation in the end. There's an end goal to this and Vanitas will endure for it. The torment doesn't matter, the pain doesn't matter, the solitude doesn't matter. Everything will stop when he becomes the χ-Blade.

But enough about BBS, let's get into the real spice. Dark Road.

Dark Road came into my house, punched me in the face and left me with the knowledge that Vanitas may possibly be one of the 13 Darknesses.

This scene happens right after Xehanort leaves Ventus with Eraqus. My jaw was on the floor because Vanitas and Xehanort's dynamic is So Different here.

I was so fucking naive like five sentences ago because this? This is fear.

Fucking hand-on-shoulder-in-the-first-scene-of-the-novel-Xehanort just threatened Vanitas with violence if he didn't hold his tongue. Live on camera.

"I did this for him. Not you." Bitch, you are the one that stabbed Ventus with the Keyblade?!??!

I digress.

Xehanort then does what he does best and monologues about the events of Ux and after explaining about the 13 Darknesses he asks Vanitas what he thinks and Vanitas's response is:

Xehanort: Press χ to Doubt

Vanitas? What do you mean dot, dot, dot? Vanitas, are you deflecting? Vanitas? VANITAS?

This scene destroyed me for so many reasons but I'm gonna focus on two.

Xehanort knows Vanitas is Darkness™, or he at least suspects it. He's being Very Confident and Vanitas is being Very Quiet which is making me Very Nervous. Vanitas is hiding something. Is that because of his own survival or does he want to hide his status as Darkness™?

Vanitas claims he's "his own being" and honestly? I believe him. I believe Lauriam is right in assuming Ventus and Darkness™ fused. This is like chocolate powder and milk, people. There's no going back. When Ventus said he'll give Darkness™ a form they can defeat, I'm convinced he was referring to himself.

"Guys, Darkness™ now lives inside my Heart. Kill me and destroy it forever." (MoM definitely is laughing in the distance). He doesn't get to say any of that because he's unconscious the whole until arriving to the future.

We're not talking about what happens after this, this is not about you Lauriam.

I 90% believe when Ventus took Darkness™ in his Heart and Xehanort stabbed him with No Name, Darkness™ became "the entity formerly known as one of the 13 Darknesses" Vanitas. He's still half a Heart of pure darkness but he isn't "pure Darkness™". He has been tainted by Ventus's darkness or worse, Ventus's light.

(I have no source for this but I've been told you need Light to wield a Keyblade and isn't that interesting, Mister I-summoned-a-Keyblade-first-thing-after-being-born?)

Isn't it nice how Xehanort says light and Vanitas immediately thinks of Ventus? His light?

This two lines of dialogue have ruined my life because my biggest fear is that they retcon Vanitas and Ventus's relationship to not make them two halves of a whole. Fortunately, the Characters Files give me hope.

"And I'm both you, and not you."

Thank you, Vanitas Kingdomhearts. This sparks joy.

Also, the sentence before that one is a more accurate translation from this scene in KHIII

"I'm the darkness, and that's why you can all exist as light."

I believe the reason the vibes are so different between BBS and Dark Road is that now we know Xehanort's friends died because of darkness and I'm very sure Xehanort holds a grudge because of that. He's with the embodiment of the thing that took everything away from him, or at least he thinks that.

Vanitas was afraid of Xehanort but only in the beginning. The second he decides to become the χ-Blade that fear was delegated to the Unversed. Anything that didn't feed his strenght was useless. After everything, the only feeling that remains regarding Xehanort is hatred.

I actually don't know where I was going with this because I've been writing for almost 11 hours total. I was writing my fic and then Vanitas thought about Xehanort for a second and I stopped and asked myself "What does Vanitas think about Xehanort?" I basically distracted myself into not writing my fic.

Haha.

If I were to write the scene now after all this rambling I would say Vanitas hates Xehanort. If he sees him again, he's going for the kill because he won't let anyone use him again without assurance it will bring him what he wants. Vanitas was his ally but Xehanort never had his loyalty. Even if he did fear him, he has been trained to convert that into rage. He won't be paralyzed by fear, he will draw strength from it.

As Xehanort told Ventus once, change fear into rage which in turn becomes strength, and that leads to darkness.

Thank you for coming to my "anything to not write my fic" talk.

[vannyisinsanity]

to be quite honest, i first noticed sienna around may-june of 2023 back when i was going on a few dates with this one girl. i had watched the first terrifier before then (if i remember correctly), at least bits and pieces. i was hanging out with my older cousin one weekend and we rewatched the first one and then watched the second one. i remember not feeling romantic feelings for sienna at the time. i just remember going “wow, this character is pretty and bad ass and went through a lot. she also has a pretty name!”.

it didn’t become romantic until i was (ironically) on a date with a man back in October 2024 and we went to see the third terrifier in theaters. they did a pretty big time jump about half a decade or so later.

everything that made sienna seem cool to me was just amplified at that point. i remember empathizing with her loss and trauma because i had suffered the same. i remembered thinking she was so gentle with gabbie and it was so attractive to see her that soft. i wanted to know all her psychiatric hospital stories, and i really thought all her pain just made her that much more stronger and beautiful. i started noticing that she was a writer, she was writing more, and trying to handle her own emotions in fears of burdening others. i remember thinking she would never burden me.

she desperately wanted connection like me, and she wore the scars on her face/body with pride. despite all she went through, she didn’t give up on herself. she wore a lot of yellow too, and i kept thinking she was so beautiful and looked like sunshine. well, fast forward 4 months later and here we are. i never went out with that girl or guy again.

i moved 6 months ago to a new town for college and left all of my friends. i spend most of my time currently either at school doing homework or online obsessed with this fictional mf. despite being pretty and friendly, i just struggle making friends. i think it’s due to people boring me and me losing interest fast. like i will see certain flaws and decided that between that and my own (like my severe trust issues), i just can’t maintain it.

does anyone feel similar ? it’s always funny when people think some of us self ship bc we are lonely losers who are desperate. many of us have jobs, partners, friends, responsibilities, get asked out a lot, yet still have an obsession with our F/Os lol.

like i don’t love my blorbo because i don’t get pursued. i get pursued and still prefer my blorbo. i can’t make this stuff up. it’s been going on 2 years technically that i think about the terrifier series nearly every day.

DIS IS MY GF -

Writing backstories for why u and ur f/o got together is so difficult. Like I rizzed them up by existing and then we ran away into the sunset idk what to tell you, you just had to be there

[sreppub]

Restaurant owners/chefs/waitstaff AU.

The Robins in their cute waiter uniforms, Bruce the manager/owner trying to herd them, the Batgirls as the chefs lol

Green Arrow as a Definitely Not A Knock Off version of the Batcave(?), but THEIR menu is all organic and vegan (it’s GREEN, get it??) versions of what Bruce’s restaurant offers

The Batcave(?) was a high end dining establishment that is more of a family restaurant these days? Or it’s super fancy still and the all Robins leave to open a less strict establishment aka: Dick is the one that owns Nite-Wing (the wing shop the silly character that Nite-Wing takes his name from lol), Tim opens a coffee shop, etc

The Iron Fam has the Chuck Cheese style entertainment&arcade “restaurant” that also has laser tag and their animatronics are just robots lol.

The Super’s have a farm->table BBQ stall at the farmer’s market

The Flash has a food truck? Or they are the deliver guys?

Green Lanterns are the food inspectors

The Wonders have a Themyscira Food place. It’s very classy but cozy place

Who has the local pizza place?

The villains have like, Chik-à-fila

The Teen Titans all quite their parent’s restaurants and run the local Mall food court for a summer

You sent this super quickly after I said I wanted new AUs and I am so impressed anon. Did you just have this ready?!! Thank you!!!

Anyways I love it! I love wings and I would go to Nite-Wing all the time lol. And maybe also to see the cute dog and hot wings guy. I think it’s a tiny place with stupid bright colours and like 2 bar seats. (I hate it. I would hate this place) I know, coloured floor grout is futile, AND the black through-colour ACT, who ARE we??? Well, the reno was bankrolled by Bruce, so that’s who we are. The drinks fridge wasn’t even secondhand, that’s who we are. Also, Dick had Damian paint a wall mural, not pictured because I didnt wanna draw it lol

I know what you’re thinking. There’s a second street entrance/back of house corridor behind the pink wall, and the front counter is ADA compliant. I’m not an animal.

Secondly, I would love if the Waynes used one of their properties, a townhouse in the city, and converted it into a restaurant inspired by Alfred’s cooking 🥹 Classy, but has gotten homier and cozier over time. The kids multiply, and their friends hang out there and suddenly adults and young people hang out here…. This kind of thing! Two floors for the restaurant and an event space/gallery, and then lofts up top. 3-4 storeys, in my mind. They probably own the block.

Wouldn’t be crazy for Green Arrow to buy a property across the street 🤣

Idk if I’d have Tim running a cafe day-to-day… He does do a pop-up for their gallery events. Maybe he’s on the business side. If you’ve ever seen Chef, I’m thinking of RDJ’s character giving Casper a loan and the food truck…

Not to say he’s too good for food service. The YJ98 crew definitely hop around their families restaurants at will, for fun and enrichment.

IRONFAM PIZZA-ARCADE IS AMAZING AND I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FURTHER. you really oughta take the credit for this, anon, before I go off the rails and people start thinking I’M smart or something 😂 A robot-garage-themed restaurant sounds rad as HECK. Dum-E serving food would be a show in itself.

Farmer’s market stalls, my beloved.

They’re all going to live in one big terrible amalgamated city/group of cities and Gotham/Metro/Star/etc are neighbourhoods/cities within it. Oh damn.

[ozwriterchick]

No more...2

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Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes; Fem Reader; Sam Wilson

Content warning: miscommunication; leaving a relationship; talk of pregnancy; implied sexy time; If I've missed anything let me know

Summary: Bucky promises no more missions

WC: approx 1947 words

Dividers/Graphics by @firefly-in-darkness

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Avengers compound.

Steve was in his office, going through some paperwork and scheduling debriefing sessions and the like for the mission they had just completed.   He was concentrating so fully on the task at hand that, at first, he didn’t hear the commotion in the general office area.

Just as the sound penetrated his brain and he realised something was going on, his office door was flung open violently, crashing against the wall and bouncing almost closed again,  He looked up to see a dishevelled and distraught Bucky standing there, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Buck…” Steve began. “What’s going on?”

“Steve.. She’s gone..”      

“Who’s gone?”

“Mouse.  She wasn’t there when I got home.  She left this letter, she left me, she… left.  I fucked up Steve, it’s all my fault.”

Steve stood up and walked towards his friend.  He reached out and put a reassuring hand on Bucky’s shoulder and moved him towards a chair to take a seat and pushed him down into the seat.  “Ok, calm down and tell me exactly what happened?”

Bucky took a deep breath and relayed the story as best he could through his anxiety and stress.  He explained about the agreement you two came to, how he had decided to take this mission without consulting you and how, he now realised, you had said goodbye to him when he left for the last mission.

“So you think she’s gone for good because she said goodbye when you left for a mission?” Steve didn’t quite understand.

“You don’t get it Steve, she never said goodbye.  She was adamant that it was So long, not goodbye, because goodbye was permanent.  I never realised until just now that when I was leaving to come here on that last day that she actually said goodbye.  I deserve this, with all the crappy things I’ve done in my life, this is the worst.”

Steve gestured for Bucky to hand him the letter so he could read it.  “Well, if that’s the case then it does sound like a permanent goodbye.  What else have you got there?” he asked.

“Oh god” Bucky gasped.  “That’s not the worst of it Steve, she’s pregnant, with my baby!  There was an ultrasound picture with the letter.” He showed the picture to Steve who took a deep breath and let out a massive sigh.

“Oh Buck, you always wanted a family.”

“We have to find her Steve, we have to get Tony and Friday and whatever research analysts we can find to track her down.  I don’t know when exactly she left or where she’s gone, but what’s the use of Tony’s billions if he can’t help us with this?”

Like Beetlejuice, sometimes it feels as if you say Tony’s name enough and he just appears.  At that moment, he was in the doorway of Steve’s office, maybe one of the team that had seen Bucky arrive had alerted him to the situation.

“What do you want with my money Barnes?” Tony enquired calmly.

Bucky turned his eyes on the billionaire, wildly gesturing and trying to explain what had happened.

“Buck, sit down” Seve interrupted him.  “I’ll fill Tony in on what’s going on.”

Another half an hour later, after Tony got the story straight from Steve, with Bucky butting in and correcting or adding details, Tony took it all in, his brain constantly readjusting and reworking what they could possibly do to track her down. 

Mouse’s POV

Leaving that day was the hardest thing I ever had to do, specially knowing there was a new life growing inside me that was part Bucky.  I never wanted to deprive him of his child but there was no way I could have continued on with our relationship always being up in the air and with my needs and thoughts continually being disregarded.

I needed time to get myself together and process the end of what I thought was going to be my last ever relationship.  Bucky was my person, he was the one, the one I thought I’d grow old with.  The one I thought I’d raise a family with.  That clearly wasn’t going to be now, however we would also always be intrinsically linked because of this baby.

I immediately went to the only other place I could think of – Sam Wilson’s sister Sarah in Louisiana.  Sarah and I became fast friends the few times Bucky and I visited them in Louisiana.  Because my family all lived overseas, there weren’t really too many other options for me. I just had to hope that Bucky never realised that and connected the dots.

I couldn’t stay long, because of how small Delacroix is, my only option at the beginning was to stay with Sarah and I didn’t want Sam to make a surprise visit home and find me.  I knew if I asked him to keep the secret from Bucky he would but I didn’t think it was fair to ask him to do that.

Sam & Bucky are currently on their mission so I knew I had less than 2 weeks to find somewhere more permanent for the baby and I to live.

It wasn’t fair to ask Sarah to keep this secret either so I told her that I would move close-ish but far enough that I wouldn’t accidentally run into either Sam or Bucky in my day to day but that I wouldn’t put the burden on her of keeping where I was a secret so I wouldn’t tell her. 

My plan was to move somewhere in New Orleans – most likely no more than an hour away from Delacroix.  That way if I needed help I could come to Sarah or I could let her know where I was if that was the only option and she could come to me.  She said she wouldn’t tell Sam or Bucky that she was in touch with me if I didn’t want to.  I told her that I didn’t expect her to lie for me so if she was asked it was up to her if she told them or not.

I found a little house that was perfect, and newly remodelled, for me and the baby and fortunately was able to buy it and move in very quickly as it was a vacant possession with the previous owners relocating without having sold this house.  The fact they were eager to sell allowed me to get a great deal on the property, and it needed literally no work done to it, which was a big help, as a single mother to be.

Time skip – around 3 months later

Mouse pov

I’ve been living in my new house now for the last few months, I’m currently 4 ½ months pregnant with a huge secret.  Not that I’m pregnant, obviously, but that there are 3 babies in there – obviously he did have the super sperm that we always joked about.

I’ve not been sure how I would cope with 1 baby, knowing there are 3 and I’m basically on my own is a whole other story.  I know I’ll be fine, I have Sarah nearby.  And I know if things get really hard, I can call on my family to come to me and help out for a while.

Sam still doesn’t know where I am and I’m supremely grateful to Sarah for keeping this secret from her brother.

Recently I’ve been thinking about letting Bucky know somehow that we are safe and healthy but then in the same thought, my brain tells me he wouldn’t care.  Logically I know he would but that little devil voice that tries to sabotage me always seems to win out.

I bought a 2nd phone, a burner phone, on the thought that maybe I could anonymously email him some information, but how much do I want to tell him.  I know if I told him there were 3 babies he would move heaven and earth, and get Tony to help, to find us.

Eventually I would want him to have his part in the children’s lives, it’s not fair to him or to them not to allow that, regardless of why or how our relationship ended.

I pulled out my burner phone and started the first email.

Avengers compound

Nat & Wanda had tried hard to get the guys to honour your request of not trying to find you but it was to no avail.  Tony employed Friday to trawl passenger lists for planes, trains, buses and the like.  Bucky was sure you wouldn’t have used your own name and he was proven right time and again.

Tony was getting supremely frustrated that all his money couldn’t crack this.

“I keep telling you Tony, she might not have been an Avenger, but she is intelligent, she knows all the tricks to keep herself off the grid and untrackable.  This is an impossible task.”

“So you want to give up, is that what I’m hearing tinman?” Tony yelled.

“Ok, both of you just calm down” Steve interjected.  “This is a highly emotional and stressful situation and yelling at each other isn’t going to solve anything.  It’s definitely not going to make her easier to find.  Now Buck, do you have any clues what names she might use or where she might have gone?”

Bucky looked at Steve.  “I have no idea Steve, we never used aliases in that way when we went away, so I’m not sure what she’d have picked.  Her favourite show is Friends so maybe Monica, Rachel or Phoebe?” he shrugged.

“Well, that is the first reasonable suggestion either of you have made this whole time.” Tony scoffed.  “Friday, check passenger manifests again under the following names – Monica, Rachel and Phoebe, look at all surnames, because we have no idea what she would have done there.”

“On it Mr Stark” Friday confirmed and went to work.

A few hours later, Tony asked Friday how she was progressing with the search.  “Almost done Mr Stark, we currently have just the bus manifests to go through, then I will display all the results.  Just a heads up though, there’s a lot of Monica and Rachels coming up.”

“What about Phoebes?” Tony asked.

“There are a few but nowhere near as many as the others.”

Bucky was sitting to the side with his head in his hands when his phone pinged with a notification.  He’d been ignoring most notifs up to now because he had more important things to concern himself with, like where mouse and his baby were.  He picked up the phone to delete the notif when he noticed it was from his avengers email and said it was from her.

He stood up dumbfounded, holding his phone out in front of him.  “Umm, T-tony.. St-steve.. I-I’ve got an e-email” he stuttered out.

“Well congratulations tinman” Tony laughed. “I get hundreds of them a day.”

“Bu-but, it’s from h-h-her” he struggled to get his words out.  Steve walked over to him and took the phone out of his hands.

“He’s right Tony, he’s got an email from Mouse, to his avengers email address” he said handing Bucky the phone back.

“Well, open it and read it already, maybe it will give us some clues.”

Bucky unlocked his phone and went to his email app.  He started reading it to himself – wanting to make sure it didn’t say anything that he didn’t want Tony or Steve to know.

“Well…” Steve prompted Bucky. “Oh, right.  Right.” Bucky nodded. “Well, it’s pretty simple.  There’s.. Umm, there’s a picture.” He looked up at Steve with tears in his eyes.  “An ultrasound picture!”

A/N: Thank you to @writing-for-marvel for the inspiration to continue this story, which I always wanted to do, I just lost my mojo after being seriously ill twice now in 18 months. Her lovely words after reading chapter 1, reignited me a bit and here is Part 2. I have always pretty much known where I want this story to go, but if you have any requests or suggestions, let me know.

P.s: This hasn't been proofed, so if you find any errors they are mine, let me know and I'm happy to fix them.

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Characters: Reader. Jensen. Jared. Mac. Heather. Alex. Kyle. Mike.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Heartbreak, Fluff, Angst, Couple Fighting. Rough Sex. Unprotected Sex [no just no] Breed Kink, P-I-V , Oral [both receiving] I think that's all if not lmk.

A/n: Sorry this one took forever and I'm sorry. Beginning is sad be prepared.

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Jensen

He pulled into the drive way, and parked beside Beau. He huffed, if this went bad, she would probably change his name.

He walked up to the porch, finding her siting on the porch steps.

“Hey, “He said lightly kicking the step her feet were on.

She scooted, giving him room to sit down.

“I can explain.” He took her silence as sign to continue. “She told me her dad was in the hospital. That he wasn’t going to make it. I felt bad, that’s why I stayed to talk, next thing I know she threw her arms around me.”

She stayed silent.

“There’s nothing.”

“So I got a call on my way home.” She cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, “Let me guess.”

“Yep, it was her. “ She sighed. “How did she get my number?”

“I don’t know… What did she say?”

“Oh ya know, how you couldn’t believe people actually thought we were married.”

“I never said that.”

“But you did talk to her that night, and you lied about it.”

“Yes, but I told you the truth.”

“After you lied.” She took a drink of her water. “She also told me y’all have been fuckin this whole time and how much you just loved fucking her in my cowboy hat.”

He scoffed a laugh, “Now you know that’s not true.”

She turned on the screen of her phone and handed it to him. White hot rage bubbled in his stomach as he saw a picture of Heather lying in his bed with y/n’s hat on.

“She sent 4 of different poses. You can scroll through them, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to be a smartass.” He said handing her phone back.

She swiped and turned the phone back in his direction, “Oh and there’s this one. Of you, her, and some of your band mates, the night we met.”

“She came in, had a beer, and wished us good luck. That’s it.”

She swiped again “And one of you and her at the brewery. Which I just found has a co-owner.”

Jensen huffed, “I am been trying to buy her out since the divorce. She won’t budge.”

“And correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what you wore fishing last Sunday?”

“Yes, she told me it was for the website, but it’s not like I’m holding her or sticking my tongue down her throat.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah… So that makes it all ok?” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t say that.”

The cicadas hummed as they sat there. Neither knowing what to say.

She wiped her eyes before the tears could fall. “She also said, that you told her that you hope I’m not pregnant with your kid.”

“That’s not fucking true. You can ask Jared,” He sighed. Kickoff the steps he got up and started to pace. “Why would I do half the shit I've done if I was fucking someone else, or if I didn't want a future with you?”

She stayed silent.

“And do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

“You cheated before…”

“That’s not fair.” He blinked back his tears.

“You really wanna talk about what’s fair right now?”

“Look, I know everything is all fucked up right now” He grabbed her hand and held it in both of his. “And you have more reasons to not trust me right now, but baby the things she said isn’t true.”

“Jensen..”

“Don’t. y/n don’t let her win.”

She stayed silent.

“This can't be over.”

She looked over at him, wiping the tears away from his cheek “I don’t want it to be, but how do we come back from this?”

Jensen

“Hey man,” Jared said as he sat down at the bar of the brewery

“J.P. what’s up bud?’ Jensen greeted, cracking a can of beer open and sliding it to Jared.

“Not much. How are you?”

Jensen opened another one for himself. “Eh, I’m hanging in there.”

“So, have you talked to y/n?”

“Not since Sunday,” Jensen said after taking a drink.

“It’s only been two days, just give it some time, man everything will work out.”

“You remember what I’ve told you about my luck right?!.”

“And what usually happens when I say i have a good feeling about something?”

Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Jensen lifted his head as he heard a car door, “Motherfucker.”

“Dude. Follow my lead.”

Jensen tilted his head with furrowed brows.

Jared pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

Reader

“Aw Jared.” Mac said as his name flashed on the radio screen.

“He’s probably with Jensen.” You reached for the ignore button, but Mac slapped away your hand and hit the green button

“Jay-rod!” She exclaimed. No answer. “Jared? Hello?”

New text message popped up on the screen.

Padalecki: Trust me. Don’t hang up. Please just listen. And please do not hold anything against us. We are just great actors I promise 😉 you know we love you.

You pulled into the nearest parking lot and pulled your e-brake. Mac turned the volume up.

“Hey! Heather!” Jared shouted

“You need to cut him off if he is happy to see me.”

“I’m just happy, now that y/n is gone we can finally have fun again.” Jared slurred.

Your jaw dropped.

You heard Jensen chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came to see how you were doing.”

“Better now.”

“I thought you’d be mad.” Heather’s voice got closer.

“Eh, I was at first, but I see why you did it.”

“Jared, can I talk to Jay for a minute?”

“Sure thing. I gotta piss anyway.”

You heard some ruckus and what sounded like a barstool slide across the floor.

Heather laughed. “You really need to cut him off.”

“He would have done that sober” Jensen chuckled again “So, What can I do for you darlin’?”

“Just acting.” Mac whispered as you grinded your teeth.

“Is it true? Did you guys really break up?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Thank god.”

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Anything.”

“How’d you get the picture in her cowboy hat?” Jensen chuckled “Man she was so pissed.”

“Promise you won’t press charges?”

“Now, would I do that to you?” Jensen said in a flirty voice, making your jaw clench again.

“Well, I kinda broke into your house. I was just going to take pictures in your bed, but I saw the hat and I knew it wasn’t yours, so I figured why not.”

“You’re an evil genius, Heather.”

“I know.” she snickered. “Hey, have you heard anything? Is she pregnant?”

“No. she’s not. How the hell did you know about that?”

Heather laughed. “I watched her the night of the pop-up. Nobody goes to a bar and orders soda unless they are pregnant.”

“God, I forgot how damn clever you are.”

“So now that she is out of the way, maybe we could.”

You heard another round of ruckus. “Jensen you need to fix these floors dude.” Jared said in his drunk voice.

“Well i gotta get going.” Heather’s voice seemed farther.

“I’ll call you later.”

“Dude. Are you really going to call her later?” Jared asked in a normal voice.

“Fuck no.”

“Did you get anything good?”

“Yes. Please tell me you were recording that.”

“No, better. y/n?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Ow.” You said when Mac nudged your arm.

“Bonnie?”

“Yes, Sasquatch.”

“Did you hear it?” Jensen asked.

“Yes.”

“What did she say?”

“She just admitted that pretty much everything she said was a lie.” Mac told him.

“Not everything.” you mumbled.

“Hey there Mac.” Jared said.

“Hello boys.” Mac said using her Crowley impression, making you laugh,

“So y/n, what do you mean not everything?” Jensen asked

You sighed. “Can we talk about it later?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Reader

Your heart pounded as your finger loomed over his contact. “Come on ” you told yourself.

You hit the green button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” Jensen said as he answered.

“Hello Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better. How about you?”

“Same.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting on my couch. Having some scotch.”

“Mmmm scotch.”

“Did you take a test today?”

“Yeah.” You murmured

“Well I can tell by your enthusiasm that it was good news.” He huffed.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don't know I just feel bad.”

“Well don't. We kinda knew it was a long shot anyway.”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “Still would of been kind of cool though.”

“Really? So you.” You heard the beep on his end. “Hey bab-” He stopped himself “Eh, y/n I gotta take this. Gimme a minute.”

“Sure.”

After a couple minutes you got antsy.

Y/n: Do you just want to call me back. Ackles: No. Y/n: Is everything ok? Ackles: Lawyer. Y/n: So I shouldn't be stealing your attention.😂 Ackles: Don't have to steal it. You always have it.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen said,

You jumped a little as his voice came through the speaker.

“You're fine. Is. Never mind not my business.”

“Frank and I, Frank is my lawyer. We have a meeting tomorrow with Heather and her lawyer.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Yes I'm gonna push her to let me buy her out.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Let's just hope she does.” He huffed “So you wanna tell me what you meant earlier with that comment?”

“The not everything one?”

“Yep. That'd be the one.”

“Well I mean she didn't. She asked me why I never came to the brewery and I said I don't know. She said because Jensen couldn't have the 2 girls he was fucking in the same spot. I know now you weren't fucking her. But you didn't tell me about her co-owning the place and apparently always there.”

“Actually she hadn't even stepped a foot in it for a year, the day our pictures came out, boom there she was. That was the day the boys and I went fishing.”

“See I didn't know that. Maybe you should learn how to open up more.”

“And invite you into all this bullshit?”

“Yes, when you are in a relationship with someone their bullshit is your bullshit and yours, theirs. If I would of known about the brewery, she wouldn't have been able to use it against you.”

“I don't know, I just got scared. And then it felt like too much time had passed. Like I was hiding it.”

“But you were.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“And she did come see you the night we met, but I guess I can't hold that against you since we weren't technically together.” your phone beeped. “And now I'm getting another call.”

“Maybe you should of just came over.” he teased

You hit the red button as you read private caller. “I need to get my number changed.”

“Let me guess.”

“Yep. I ignored it.”

“Great, now she's calling me.”

You sighed. “She's always gonna be there isn't she?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Reader

“I can not believe you talked me into this shit.” you said walking through the doors of the honky tonk.

“Trust me, I'm just as surprised at you.” Mac laughed as you followed her to the bar. “Bar keep!” She pounded her first down getting the guys attention.

“Omg is that McKinley Jane?”

“Hey Kyle, How are you?”

“Good! Girl i haven’t seen you in months.” He turned toward you. “You must be y/n. I’m Kyle.” He stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Alex is here somewhere.” He said turning back to Mac.

“You know Alex?” you asked

“Yep, I know Jensen and Jared too. Jensen and I went to school together.”

“Ah, so how big of a dork was he back then?”

Kyle chuckled. “Imagine the same guy with a baby face, no beard or shaggy hair. He’s always been a dork. Great guy though.”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“So you guys want a beer? Or we have Jell-o shots tonight…”

“Give us one of each.” Mac told him. “Start a tab?” She said handing her i.d and credit card to him.

“You got it darlin’. What flavor?”

“Surprise us.”

“Hey gorgeous.” You heard Alex say as he wrapped his arms around Mac from behind. A faint sense of jealous hit you. “Hey there stud.”

You cleared your throat. Alex chuckled. “Hi y/n.”

“Oh. Hi.” You teased.

“The boys and I got a pool table in the back. Y’all wanna play?”

“If you mean kick the crap out of you let’s go,” Mac snickered.

“Thanks Kyle,” she shouted, handing you your beer. The two of you took your shots and handed for the back corner.

You and Mac followed Alex, the balls were racked and ready to go.

“So,” Alex said picking up a pool stick. “I call dibs on y/n’s partner.”

You laughed.

“Ha! I think the fuck not, bud.” Mac playful sneered.

“Did you really think that was going to work?” You asked him

Alex shrugged I thought I'd give it a shot.”

“She can't be that good.” A guy walked up beside you.

“I've known her most of my life and I've only seen her lose twice.” Mac explained. “The first time she was drunk off her ass, the second time.”

“He cheated.” You cut her off with a smile.

“Y/n, Mike. Mike y/n.” Alex introduced him. Mike nodded at you “Pleasure.”

“Same.” you told him. “Mac you break.”

“Why do you get to break?”,

“Did you rack them?”

“Yeah.”

“You know it's bad luck do break your own rack right?”

“Ok maybe you know your stuff. Doesn’t mean you're good.” Mike teased.

Mac took her shot. Nothing went in “you should of broke.” She told you shaking her head.

Mike swaggered over the the white ball. 1

He got 2 striped balls in, before missing a shot.

“Alright sweetheart. Let's see what you got.” He taunted, stepping back.

You strolled over to where the white ball was, sinking 4 balls in.

“Damn little lady.” Mike commented.

“I told ya.” Mac said

You lined up your next shot and your head dropped with a groan when you missed.

You walked over to the table and took a drink of your beer.

“Finally.” Alex teased

“So are you single?” Mike asked as stepped beside you.

“Um. Technically, but I’m really not.” you said as you watched Alex, he got 2 more balls in.

“Y/n!” You turned around finding Matt walking up to you.

“Well hello there.”

“How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“I'm good, where's Jensen at?” Matt asked

“Not sure”

“Shit! I forgot I'm sorry.”

“Your Jensen’s ex?” Mike blurted out.

His words were like a punch to the gut. You nodded, not being able to form words.

“Please don't tell him I hit on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

You and Mac looked up as your heard the commotion coming from the bar area.

“Wonder what that is...” Mac said looking at you

“I’m gonna go get another round.” Alex said. “I’ll let you guys know.”

“Oh, Grab some Jell-o shots too, baby.” Mac called after him.

“You’re up.”

Mac went over and lined up her shot, getting one ball in.

“Well I see why you always partner with y/n.” Mike teased Mac.

“Just shut up and shoot.” She joked back.

Mike got 2 balls in before he missed.

“You’re up Jaws.”

“Harty Har,” you said sarcastically. “I’ve never read that one before.”

You got the last 2 of your balls in, you line up the shot for the 8 when you heard his voice.

“I got next.” Jensen challenged.

You called your shot and made it in.

“I don’t know Jay, she’s pretty good.” Mike said.

“I’ve beat her before.”

“You cheated! And you had help from Steve.”

“Well come on cowgirl, show me what your made of.” He nodded to the empty table

“You’re on, Ackles.”

Jensen.

“So, what are we going to bet this time?” she asked as she started racking the balls.

“Hmm.. I could think of something.” He smirked as his eyebrows raised.

She rolled her eyes.

“I was talking about the next round, sweetheart.” he chuckled.

“Sure you were you perv,” she teased

“Better idea. If I win you have to come to the Dallas con this weekend.”

“Alright, And what do i get if I win?” She asked.

“I’ll take you to the Dallas con this weekend.”

She laughed, “Or…” she bit her lip as her eyes scanned him up and down.

“Alright, kettle.”

“Just shut up and break already,” she taunted.

He did sinking 2 of the solid balls.

“Damn, small balls again.”

“God, I forgot how much shit you talk when you play pool.”

She giggled as she lined up her shot.

“Yeah, but I can back up my shit talk,” she said after getting 3 balls in, making him laugh.

He lined up for a jump shot and got the ball he wanted in. “So can I darlin’.” He winked at her, he laughed again as she rolled her eyes. Jensen put 2 more balls in before missing a shot.

“Son of a bitch” She exclaimed.

“Alright, Dean calm down!” Jared said as he approached.

She let out a belly laugh. “That’s my man.”

“He has really pretty eyes.” Jared said in a high pitched voice.

“Oh my god! And those muscles.” y/n added.

“Oh and those bow legs.” Jared said as he started fanning himself.

“Alright! That’s enough,” Jensen groaned with pink cheeks.

“So, Bonnie you whooping his ass?”

“Not at the moment.” she walked around the talk “About to be though.”

“Less talkin’ more shootin’.” Jensen teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him, making him and Jared laugh.

They watched as she got 3 more balls in.

“Damn, Ackles, I think you’ve met you’re match.” Jared commented.

“I know.”

She cleared her throat when she got the last one of her balls in.

“Oh, look I’m down to the 8 ball, Jensen.”

“So much shit!” He chuckled, “Hold on, what did we settle on a bet?”

“I’m about to win and your going to change it now?”

“Were you serious?!”

“Guess you’ll have to play the game and find out.”

She called her 8-ball shot and missed.

“Wah-wah-Wah.” Jared teased her.

“Don’t you have a forest to go frolic in or something sasquatch?”

“Damnit.” She said when Jensen got his last 2 balls in.

“Which pocket you going for Jensen?” Jared asked.

“Top right.” He looked up at her, lined up his shot, and missed.

She called the 8 and made it in. She gasped. “Mac!” y/n ran over to her.

“Damn Ackles, I thought you had it,”

“Yeah, me too” He smiled as he watched them celebrate.

Reader.

“I know you threw the game.” as you approached him, playfully kicking his boot that was sticking out as he leaned on the pool table ankles crossed.

“You can’t prove it.”

“I don’t want to.”

His head lifted slightly as he laughed.

“So, how was your meeting today?” you asked standing in front of his long legs.

“Well, that’s actually why I’m here,” he sighed, “This place is for sale.”

Your jaw dropped. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Heather and I couldn't come to an agreement. We are going to sell and spilt the offer.”

“No way!”

“Yea, It will be on the market, Friday.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?”

“Nope,” he looked down. “She won. That was the last thing she could take away from me.”

You placed you legs on either side of his and waddled over them, wrapping your arms around him. He sat his beer down and pulled you closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. You heard him inhale deeply as he nuzzled into the crook of you neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jensen, I’m sorry.”

“It will be ok, It’s just a brewery.”

“Just a brewery?! That place is your baby.”

“Well that’s two I’ve lost this week…”

“It’s my fault.”

“How in god’s name is any of this your fault?!” He reared his head back with bewilderment in his eyes.

“You were doing fine until I came along. Now everything is fucked up.”

“You didn’t fuck anything up sweetheart. She did.”

“But if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t.”

He pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your words. He rested his forehead on yours.

“I wouldn’t trade this,” he gestured to the two of you, “for anything in the world.”

You pulled his lips back to yours, his hands gripped your ass and pulled you closing. Your lips parted your lips inviting his tongue. you heard a small groan as he rolled his tongue against yours.

His nose nuzzled yours when the kiss ended. “From now on you have to be completely honest, and stop shielding me from the bullshit. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

“I promise.”

“I don’t care if I’m not gonna like it. Hiding it or lying about it is gonna make it so much worse.”

“I know.”

“Like for real Jensen Ross.”

“Wait.. Does that mean?!”

You nodded your head with a smile.

He gasped and you were off the ground in seconds, spinning around as your arms held on tight.

“Ok Jensen stop. Or I will throw up on you.”

He chuckled as he stopped spinning.

He kissed you again.

“You wanna put me down?”

“Nope.” He nuzzled your nose again.

“So you’re just gonna walk around like this?”

“Yep.”

“And how long do you really think that’s gonna last?” you asked

“For the rest of my life.”

Jensen

Somehow she managed to still kick her shoes off at his door, her lips never leaving his.

His fingers found her ass, he heard a small yelp against his lips as he lifted her off the ground.

He plopped down on the closest couch in the sitting room, He heard a light moan as her core bounced off his hardening bulge making it thrum.

Her fingers knocked his hat off as they twisted in his hair, she moaned into his mouth as she rolled her hips, making him do the same.

She broke the kiss, her fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms and leaned. Her eyes danced across his chest as she threw it behind her. He smiled, his hands gliding up her sides pushing her shirt up, Jensen threw it and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her chest to his face, kissing and nibbing at the exposed skin. He found his favorite spot. Although there wasn’t a mark there anymore there soon would be.

She inhaled sharply as he sucked and raked his teeth across her skin, just above her right breast.

“I should probably just get a tattoo of a hickey there, at this point.” She teased, making him chuckle.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he said then raked his teeth against the sensitive skin again, making her whine.

His fingers found her bra clasp next. He watched as the cool air hardened her nipples as he pulled it off, Her hips began to roll as he flicked his tongue against one, kneading the other in his palm.

A growl left his lips as she quickened the paced of her hips, making his cock throb.

She kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his pants down once she got them unbuttoned.

He felt her hot breath on his cock, making it tingle.

Breaths turned into pants as he watched her pretty mouth wrap around his cock.

“Fuck baby.” He cried out as she slid down his shaft.

His head went foggy as hers started bobbing. Pulling her hair out of her face he twisted it around his hand. Her eyes flashed up to him, sending shivers all over his body. He noticed the tears well in her eyes as his cock hit the back of her throat. “Baby...” he whined again. She moaned, the humming vibrations making the tension start to build in his spine.

“Damn baby.” He said trying to catch his breath. She grinned as she stood up, unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans. She straddled him again after she kicked them off her ankles.

“Um excuse me?” he exclaimed.

“Get me back later,” She whispered “right now I want you inside me.” her words making his cock throb again. He grabbed her hips as she lined his tip to his entrance.

Her pussy enveloped him as she slid down, making them both moan, as his cock stretched her tight wet walls.

His fingers tightened on her hips as they started to rock, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Heavy pants and moans filled the room as her pace quickened, making her clench around him.

She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, moaning his name as he watched her tits bounce. Fuck she was so hot.

“Baby, I'm getting close,” he warned her with a groan.

“Jensen. “ She cried out as he walls clenched tighter.

“Babe. Babe,“ he said head foggy.

He felt her cum trickle down as her pussy squeezed him, making his balls tighten. He tried to buck her off , but she pushed back down.

“For real?” She nodded as her hips started to bounce again.

He wrapped his arms around her and went a loud grunt the tension released as his warm seed coated her walls.

His muscles relaxed, as she put her lips to his.

“I love you.” he said as her forehead rested on his

“I love you too.”

Reader.

You woke to the smell of burnt bacon as the smoke detector wailed. Pulling his t-shirt over your head you made your way to the kitchen

“Jensen?!” you yelled

“It’s fine, It’s fine. I just had the stove too high.”

“Are you sure? Where’s your fire extinguisher?”

“Not necessary,” He looked over at you, doing a double take as he noticed his shirt. His eyes scanned lower as he bit his lip. “Whatcha got on under that?”

“Can you focus on the food before you burn your house down?” you quipped pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

He flipped off the stove. “I’m done anyway, mouth.” he smiled as he swaggered over to you and too the mug out of your hands

“Um, haven’t we covered this already? Taking my coffee equals violence.”

He chuckled as he sat on the counter.

“Yes but speaking of mouths, I believe I owe you.”

You gasped as his arms caught you and tossed you up on the corner. His hand glided up your thighs as his lips captured yours.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he pulled the shirt up to your collar bone. You leaned back on your hands as his mouth moved down to your breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his fingertips found your clit, making you cry out his name.

He lifted your ass and scooted you back to the middle of the island, Spreading your legs his head dipped down “Baby,” you moaned as he ran his togue up and down your slick sending pleasure through your veins.

Finding your clit his tongue swirled around it as he slid 2 fingers inside you. You could feel the tension start to build as he started pumping his fingers making your walls clench around them.

“Fuck Jensen.” You moaned out as he curled his fingers, hitting the sweet spot just right.

He slammed his fingers deep. “You gonna come baby?”

“Yes.” you moaned as he slammed his fingers again.

“Come on then.” He flicked his tongue against your clit. “Let me feel it.”

The tension got tighter as his tongue lapped faster.

You shivered as your climax coursed through your veins, his fingers slowed as you pulsated around them. Grinning at you he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to the edge. He pressed his lips against yours.

“You know I love you right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He spun you around once you feet hit the floor, bending you over the counter.

Pulling his sweat pants down he unleashed his already hard cock, He pushed his t-shirt up your back, lining his tip up to your entrance

“Fuck.” He moaned as he pushed inside you, grabbing your ass as he stretched you again. “You good?”

You nodded, feeling a sting on your across your backside. He drew his hips back, making you moan his name as he slammed back into you. Pleasure started coursing through you again as his pace quickened, his fingertips so tight around your hips you swore you could feel the bruising start.

You could feel the tension start building, faster than it had before as your walls squeezed him.

“Oh. So close already?” he taunted

“Yeah baby, don’t stop.” You cried out as his hand dipped between you thighs, finding your clit.

His hips went even faster, bring the tension to it’s peak, You moaned his name as waves of orgasmic bliss course through you again,

“You gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes.” you moaned, causing him to pound harder.

“Fuck.” he groaned as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with his hot pearly cum.

He spun you around again as you stood up, weaving his lips with yours as he pulled you against him.

Reader

“But babe, look at this one.” He picked up the phone off the display rack, “And it’s blue!”

“Jensen, I don’t need a new phone. Just a new number.”

“Howdy folks. Sorry about your wait. What can we do for you?”

“But, Its bigger than the one you have now.” Jensen protested.

You sighed. “Please ignore him. I don’t need a new phone.”

The sale associate’s eyes looked over to Jensen as he stepped beside you.

“Holy crap! You’re Jensen Ackles.” the young man gasped. “Oh my gosh I just love Supernatural, and you as Soldier Boy was just absolutely amazing. Oh! and Beau Arlen Just Ah.”

Jensen gave him a diffident smile and stuck out his hand “Nice to meet you…”

“Tony.”

“Tony!” Jensen repeated.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“We both need new numbers and she needs that phone over there.”

“No, I don’t.” Your argument fell on deaf ears as they ignored you.

“Alright, I just need your current phone number,” Tony said typing on his tablet as Jensen rattled it off. “And it looks like you are eligible for an upgrade. And if we were to add her line to your account you would get a discount on the phone. With the special we are running you would also get a free pair of air pods.”

“Absolutely Not Jensen!” you objected

He gave you a mischievous grin “Do that both with new numbers.”

“Alright, Let me go grab those. Did you want the pro max’s?”

“The biggest and the best.”

“This is ridiculous!” you said crossing your arms.

Jensen looked over at you poking the tip of tongue past his lips.

“Alright I will be right back.” He turned and went to the back.

“I’m paying for my phone and my line!”

“We'll see. “ He turned toward you

“We ain't seeing shit Ackles I'm telling you!” you growled turning to him.

“Oh you're telling me?” his hands slid onto your hips.

“Yes sir, I am,” You kept your arms crossed as he pulled you to him.

“You think you're big enough to be telling me?”

“Please I could take you”

“You think?” he chuckled. “Or should I bend your ass over again?”

Your eyes followed his as he looked at the table in front of you.

Your eyebrows rose as you hands slid up his chest. “I just might have to take up on that doll face.” You taunted as you stretched on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek.

““You missed.” He said pulling you back. Capturing your lips with his. Deepening the kiss as he hand grasped your hair.

Tony cleared his throat, startling you. “Um, Mr. Ackles?”

You cheeks got warm as Jensen chuckled.

“Sorry, she just can’t keep her hands off me.”

Your pursed your lips as your cheeks got warmer.

“We just got to out the sim cards in and get them set up. Do you need help moving your files and accounts?”

Jensen looked at you and you shook your head. “Nah, we got it.”

“Alright. And then are we terminating you service ma’am?” They both looked at you. “Since you are being added to his plan?”

You sighed. “I guess so.”

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whats heartbreaking to me about their lore/arc in flawtown is that they are two different teenagers with different past and beliefs but happened to click together and become BFFs who also believe that they can do anything together.

☆ if flawtown was an actual fleshed-out story with consistent episodes you would see that:

in the beginning of the series, Charl#¿es Carl & Killian are supposed to be teens who plans to run away from this town (flawtown)

we would witness that Killian-him being the grumpy teen, hated both his parents his whole life for poor parenting-was the one who brought the ‘runaway teens’ idea, and Carl-him being the empathetic teen who is controled by his family, yet being neglected by them (the black sheep)-at that time was hesitant over the idea.

yet throughout the series these two teen would have some character development, both of them influence each other without knowing, dealing with their emotions & behaviors.

Carl would go face his family, exposing his father-the mayor-wrongs, would help those people who got mislead by his mother’s greed, all that to make flawtown better. Killian would become less angry and would find himself making more time being around his other half-siblings, learn to forgive his alcoholic-father for trying, regardless of his mother intentions; he also would learn to forgive her too.

in the end of their arc, the one who would want to leave flawtown would be Carl, him believing he has nothing left of him in this town anymore. Freedom was awaiting for Carl, he chose to hit the roads to find his ultimate destination. On the contrary, Killian surprisingly would want to stay, he believes he finally have a purpose to stay in this town, with his family, with his new hobby that he found himself enjoying which is handiness; he finds joy in making other people smile over fixing stuff.

so… we would find the teens separating… they never thought that their little bond was too short to be cut off, for them it’s only a year and eleven days they been friends. Before departing, they both promised each other that whenever the clock ticks to eleven, they would call for the other name.

will you be around?♬

[revive-the-fandom]

favorite rotg theory?

I honestly forgot most of the theories bc I disagree with most of them tbh. imo most fan theories tend to overcomplicate or villainise/de-villianise characters while completely missing the point.

but this is a positive question so i'll try my best lmao

I think my favourite is probably that Jack lost his memories not because of the Man in the Moon, but because he died. Whether that be because of a resurrection, or because of trauma induced amnesia.

Although, tbh, my personal (related) theory is that Jack never even died in the first place. If we look at his first scene, we can see him let out a breath as soon as he leaves the water

if he'd died of drowing, he'd have to cough up all the water he'd inhaled, or at least not have anything breath left to exhale.

(also, interesting that his breath in this scene is always misty, like its warm. and is like that for multiple breaths, so not necessarily "the last warm breath he had left in him" since he's continuously exhaling warmth. which also implies that Jack is warm-blooded, not cold or undead, but alive.

I'm realising now that I have a lot of theories... idk man, it's kinda hard to pick a favourite when you could debate every point with the same enthusiasm.)

then compare this scene to his memory of falling through the ice

it's so quick for a drowning, which are notoriously fast. Google suggests it takes 3 minutes to drown, which this is well under.

and yes, this is possibly just a cinematic verison of events, sped up for the viewers sakes.

however, what if it's not. what if Jack entered the water, the Man in the Moon saw it, knew that no one in this time period was going to be able to save him, and just sort of put him on pause. suspended animation, if you will, so that he had time to save him as best he could.

This theory is also part of my "the Man in the Moon did nothing wrong" movement.

What evidence do we have that the Man in the Moon has enough power to do anything more than he already does? What evidence do we have that the Man in the Moon didn't drain his powers saving Jack?

The only time in the entire movie that we know he actually, audibly spoke to anyone on Earth was the very beginning where Jack says he told him his name. And even that wasn't audible to the audience! Only Jack heard that, so potentially he could be restricted by any number of things - only being able to speak through mental connections, only to his "creations" or "beneficiaries", only through abstract thoughts.

If we throw GoC into the mix

(which nobody has to, but I like to. I've been vagued before about forcing other people to accept GoC as canon, but I'm not trying to do that and never was. I just like it and want to use it as my canon.)

then we can play with the timeline a little, as GoC canonincally happens "some decades" before the steam train is invented: The steam train is invented in 1784 so GoC probably takes place in around the 1740s.

Jack is 300 ish in 2012, so his "birthday" is probably around 1712. So he was around well before the Guardians even existed (or, well, the group was formed at least. GoC Manny, Bunny and Sandy are millenia old, North is in his twenties/thirties probably and Tooth is a bit of a mystery, so..).

Which means that the Man in the Moon resurrected Jack before Pitch was even woken by Nightlight, and he was presumed dead.

The Man in the Moon only ever communicates through specific mirrors (actually I think they were gongs but basically it functions like a window) in GoC, except for book 5 where they physically go to the moon - but book 5 is weird and breaks the RotG canon so I don't count it - which also lends itself to this theory that the Man in the Moon expended his power resource before GoC. So he couldn't talk to Jack more than he had. Jack would have needed to go find one of these mirrors (one is in the Lunar Lamadry in the Himalayas, I believe on top of Mt Everest????).

GoC also sets the Man in the Moon up to be kind but incredibly distant and unsocialised. He was raised on the moon by his parent's robot servants and only interacted with Earth through their technology. To him being alone is just his normal, so he probably doesn't see Jack's isolation as a that big of a deal.

anyway, sorry that got a bit out of hand. Here are some honorable mentions for theories that I like:

Jack is descended from Katherine and Nightlight (yes this breaks the GoC/RotG canon I just established - this would have to be a different timeline to that)

Jamie is descended from Jack's Sister

Jack's Sister is named Mary (technically confirmed to be true by Joyce - I like the nickname Molly for Mary)

Baby Tooth was granted free will by Jack naming her & will develop & grow more now that she's no longer a part of the collective (I think this originated with @drowningostrich but I'm not sure)

Mother Nature is friends with all nature/element/seasonal spirits including Jack and Bunny

There's a fuck ton of other spirits out there who have their own society that Jack was just largely on the outskirts of (not necessarily an outcast, but more like a forgotten aspect)