#he really admired Elias

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

Chris Taylor’s Tribute to Sgt. Elias

'Reincarnation happens all the time, man. Maybe a piece of me's in you, right now.'

[starry-eyer]

answering I have no point of view of rhaegar but the mentions are from people who were in love with him joncon, cercei or people like barristan who is an ass kisser who follows the megalomaniac daenerys who believes that rhaegar was perfect, besides he says that he could not be happy something like that following ned is not a reliable point of view either because he arrived when lyanna was dying neither viserys or the maniac daenerys are not reliable because they believe in the propaganda that her brother fought for the woman he loved a means to justify his crimes 2 being a tough stubborn and intelligent girl does not make you not be a victim of manipulation or grooming of what he did he let a girl die alone he fought for her father he made a child live with the stigma also his guards took ned away from his sister in a traumatic moment. 3 of course he didn't plan to die because he's like his sister Daenerys who believes that everything revolves around them and that they alone can save the world because in their megalomania they believe that they could get away with it, he was so arrogant to believe that he was going to be victorious

ned is not a reliable point of view ned is a hypocrite who let his wife mistreat his nephew who let horrible things happen who basically dismissed lyanna's feelings about robert who said that brandon and lyanna sought their endings who blamed lyanna's savagery on her sister and not the idiot who took advantage of her she the one truly responsible was rhaegar so ned who is not an example of morality when it comes to jon or lyanna because he failed them both

I know it was a fever dream but it doesn't change anything. He was irresponsible for taking her to Dome. It's a land where she would be far away from everyone and dangerous because of his wife's family. It could put Lyanna and Jon in danger because he was even a fool to take a girl that he turned into his lover to his wife's land. I'm not a fan of Elia Martell. In fact, she's a tertiary character that I don't care about.

anon,

glad you seem to know what a period is, though i wish you used it more often.

also, you’re delusional, and frankly, i don’t think you’ve read a single Daenerys chapter.

[luvhughes43]

is it too much to ask | quinn hughes x reader

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summary: missing q when he's on the road! based off the song, "is it too much to ask" by faye webster.

word count: 1.2k

I’ve been waiting for so long

Waiting for you

Maybe you’ll give up and come home

I just want you

you felt a little childish counting down the days till your boyfriend would be back from his roadie. but really, who could blame you? It seemed that recently, with the canucks winning streak and Quinn's captaincy, you’ve seen less and less of your loving boyfriend. 

“Quinn!” you smiled at your grinning boyfriend once the facetime call connected. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting ready to get down to the rink” he replied, throwing his tie over one of his shoulders and using his other hand to pull it around his neck.

Quinn adjusted his tie, and you watch on in silence as he gets himself dressed. his belt comes next, and you stare as he stepped back and adjusted the long piece of leather to his body.

“you’re being quiet,” Quinn mumbled, still too caught up with what he was doing to glance back at his phone. 

you hummed softly. “just admiring you”

Quinn laughed, that carefree ringing sound that reminds you of those endless summer days on the lake. “you’re cute”

when Quinn finally looked up at you, you felt as if you’ve been caught doing something inappropriate. heat nips at your cheeks, and you look away to the stove to distract yourself from his gaze. 

“you look really pretty today,” Quinn continued, missing the redness of your cheeks.

you looked back towards your phone and you can’t help but smile at your boyfriend. “you look really hot! I can't wait to see the HD photos,” you joked. after the walk in photos were posted to the canucks twitter, you would send them to Quinn and comment on how attractive he looked. Quinn liked that a lot. 

Quinn chuckled before leaning forward and clicking on his phone to check the time. he deflated upon seeing the little numbers on his screen, letting you know that your short call would have to end soon. 

“i’ve gotta get down to the bus,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes scanned his messy hotel room.

“okay, well good luck! I’ll see you later?” 

Quinn hummed as he stood up from his hotel chair. he held the phone in a low angle and blew a kiss to you through the screen. “Yup, i'll text or call after the game” Quinn said, moving around his room and throwing various things around in an attempt to find something. 

“Your airpods are right there,” you hear Elias mumble in the background. 

Quinn moves again, and without a second thought turns to you before uttering a quick, “love you!” 

“I love you too!” you respond, and then the call abruptly fades into black. 

after the call ended, you trudge over to your and Quinns couch and switch the tv on so you were prepared for when his game started. 

you sit around and wait for the game to start, wishing for nothing more than to spend some time with your boyfriend. you knew captaincy was going to include a lot more responsibilities, but the distance combined with the extra hours at the rink… you just wanted your boyfriend back at home. whenever those thoughts of wanting Quinn to quit and come home to you flooded your mind, guilt would wash over you. hockey was his dream, and in a dream world you would be able to spend a little bit more time together.

All these letters that you wrote

They remind me

You’re not far when you leave home

That’s the best part

as usual, after the game Quinn sent you messages and little voice notes telling you all sorts of things. 

Quinn (voicenote) okay, so basically I was handling the puck, I don't know if you watched this part? But like anyway i’m lining up the shot-

a lot of the time it was Quinns narrations of the game he just played. you would lay in bed and listen to his warm voice explain all the intricacies of his and his teammates plays despite having witnessed it all go down on your screen.

when the voice notes end and you find yourself staring at your dark ceiling, you’d move onto reading the messages he’d send you throughout the day. 

Quinn: The sunset reminds me of you

Quinn sent one image

Quinn: I love you! Sleep well❤️

Quinn: i’ll call you in the morning

Then you’d scroll through old text messages. Brief declarations of love, lots of missing yous, and tens of pictures taken of mundane things that litter both of your everyday lives. 

Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?

Is it too much to ask you to hold me even close?

Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?

Is it too much to ask?

“you're back!” you squeal the next morning, lifting yourself up off the couch and into Quinn's awaiting arms. you snuggle in close, choosing to rest your head in the crook of his neck. you can feel Quinn's wide grin against the side of your neck and you giggle when you feel his lips tickling open mouth kisses all along your skin. 

“we got in earlier than expected,” Quinn replied, lips still hovered over your skin. 

you hummed, “well send my compliments to the pilots”

Quinn kissed your shoulder again, before pulling you into a tight hug. “I missed you,” he sighed. 

“I missed you more,” you replied easily, thinking back to all your late nights spent watching the latest of Quinns interviews. in all honestly, you were practically a twitter stan when it came to your boyfriend. 

“Bath?” 

You nod, “i’ll start running the water” 

five minutes later you sit on the edge of the tub, hand dipped into the scorching water as you listen to the sweet sounds of Quinn trudging and stomping through the apartment. he had never quite learnt how to walk quietly, but you couldn’t say you minded how loud his presence was. 

It’s the road that takes you away

That's the worst part

‘Cause once it takes you, makes you stay

There's no way out

you knew that this was just one of many days off, and that in two week’s time he would be gone again. you’d lay alone in bed, replaying voice memos and rereading texts as you usually do. 

“what are you thinking so hard about?” Quinns soft voice makes you smile. you shift from your place in bed, looping one of your legs over Quinns and pulling yourself closer to him. 

“just you,” 

Quinn nodded. “atta girl” he teases, lacing his fingers through yours. 

you detach your hand from Quinns and rest your palm against his cheek. you brush at his hair, and you let your hand wander down his face as you start tracing circles onto his jawline. 

“i love you,” quinn sighed. his eyes are closed now, fully enjoying your light massages and all of your attention. 

“i love you,” you whispered back, placing a soft kiss on his lips. 

Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?

Is it too much to ask you to hold me even close?

Is it too much to ask you?

Is it too much to ask you?

Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?

Is it too much to ask?

that night, laying in bed wrapped up with Quinn made you realize once again that it was all worth it. even though you desperately wanted to spend all your time with your person, reunions like this were always worth it. 

for the next few weeks you’d bask in the light of his company, and then you’d repeat the process a hundred times over. because in the end, he was worth it every time.

[bumblebeesweettea]

More SCP Brainrot featuring Charles Gears:

Gears' inability to show emotion is equal parts Nature and Nurture. With his rumored parentage setting him up with a limited understanding and safe place to show emotions, his traumatic childhood/life, dangerous job, dealing with death constantly he keeps an iron clad facade of being emotionless.

A lower level researcher, or multiple people, had also probably mentioned how Gears being so brave and unflappable gave them comfort during breaches and now he really can't break. What kind of leader would he be if he didn't make his subordinates feel safe?

There's a difference between not being able to show emotions and not feeling emotion. And Gears feels emotions rather strongly. He has sympathy for the Safe human anomalies. He quietly mourns those lost to the dangerous anomalies, and find some comfort in the antics of men like Alto Clef, and Elias Shaw. Even if it does end up with more paperwork.

He has art from SCP-590 hanging up in his office. A little bit of sunshine in a gloomy profession

He keeps an eye on his daughter and always gets very tense when he hears members of the serpents hand have been killed. And he always, ALWAYS, goes to see the bodies to make sure Alison isn't there

He admires the hell out of Doctor Simon Glass. The psychiatrist still has a good heart and open despite the horror of the SCP Foundation. He hopes Glass doesn't lose that.

[elvisbdoll]

“Happy Birthday, daddy!”

Summary: On Elvis’s birthday, January 8, 1976, his wife and their kids, Elias (9) and Melody (8), surprise him with breakfast in bed. They bring pancakes, bacon, and eggs, along with a handmade card and flowers.

Pairing: Late70s!Elvisxblack!OC

Tw: nothing really, just fluff

A/N: I know I’m a little late, but I have been working like a mad woman… so! I hope you guys enjoy and Happy birthday to Elvis! He’ll be forever 42 for me 🥹🩷

Graceland, January 8, 1976

The sun crept through the curtains in the master bedroom of Graceland, casting faint golden rays across the room. Everything was still—the soft hum of the heater the only sound breaking the silence. Elvis lay sprawled on the massive bed, the white linens tangled around him, his dark lashes brushing his cheeks. His face was relaxed, his breathing deep and steady, a rare sight for a man who often wrestled with restless nights.

In the hallway just outside the door, you stood with a tray in hand. A stack of golden pancakes sat next to crispy bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs. A small vase of flowers rested beside the plate, along with a steaming pot of coffee and a pitcher of orange juice. On top of the tray, a handmade card fluttered slightly, secured under the weight of the vase.

Beside you, your two children—8-year-old Melody and 9-year-old Elias—waited, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

“You think Daddy’s awake?” Elias whispered, holding a small bouquet of flowers he had picked from the greenhouse earlier that morning.

“I don’t know,” you said softly, your tone full of warmth as you looked down at them. “But we’re about to find out. Now remember, we have to be quiet. Daddy doesn’t get much sleep, and we don’t want to wake him too quickly.”

Melody nodded enthusiastically, clutching the corner of your robe with her small hand. Her curls bounced as she whispered, “Can I carry the juice?”

“Not this time, baby girl,” you replied with a smile. “How about you hold the card instead?”

Melody took the card, grinning ear to ear as she admired the crayon drawings she and Elias had worked on the night before. It depicted the four of you standing together in front of Graceland, hearts and music notes swirling around the words “Happy Birthday, Daddy!”

Elias adjusted the collar of his little button-down shirt, a serious expression crossing his face. “What if he’s too tired to eat?”

You crouched down to his level, brushing a hand over his neatly combed hair. “If he’s too tired, we’ll let him rest, but I promise he’ll be happy just to see y’all. This isn’t about the food—it’s about showing him how much you love him.”

——————————-

The three of you tiptoed into the bedroom, moving slowly to avoid the creak of the old wooden floors. Elvis was lying on his side, one arm tucked under the pillow and the other draped over the bedspread. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and his dark hair was tousled in that charmingly messy way that only he could pull off.

Melody gasped softly, her hands flying to her mouth. “He looks like a prince!” she whispered, her voice full of awe.

Elias rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “He’s not a prince, Mel. He’s a king. The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.”

“Shhh!” you reminded them, setting the tray down carefully on the nightstand.

The three of you stood for a moment, watching him sleep. It wasn’t often that you got to see Elvis like this—peaceful, unburdened by the pressures of fame or the demands of his career. You felt a swell of gratitude in your chest, knowing that these quiet moments were what he treasured most.

Melody climbed onto the edge of the bed, her small frame barely making a dent in the mattress. She tucked her knees under her chin and whispered, “Can we wake him now?”

You shook your head, reaching out to gently pull her back. “Not yet, baby. Let’s give him a little more time.”

Elias leaned against you, his voice barely audible. “Does he always look this tired?”

Your heart ached at the question. You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. “He’s just been working hard, sweetheart. But that’s why today is so special—we get to remind him to rest and enjoy himself.”

As if on cue, Elvis stirred, his hand reaching up to scratch at his head. His lashes fluttered open, and his bleary blue eyes scanned the room. It took him a moment to focus, but when he saw the three of you standing there, a slow smile spread across his face.

“Well, now,” he drawled, his voice husky with sleep. “What’s all this?”

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Melody cried, throwing herself into his arms.

Elvis caught her with a chuckle, sitting up against the headboard. His movements were slow and careful, but his eyes were bright as he looked at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, little bit?”

Elias stepped forward, holding out the bouquet and the card. “We made you breakfast, and Mel and I made this for you.”

Elvis took the flowers first, inhaling their scent before setting them on the nightstand. He then opened the card, his grin widening as he took in the colorful drawings. “Now, this here,” he said, holding the card up, “is the best thing I’ve seen all year.”

Melody beamed, practically bouncing with excitement. “Do you like the hearts? I drew those!”

“I love ‘em,” Elvis said, pulling her into a hug. “You’ve got a real talent, darlin’. Maybe you’ll grow up to be an artist.”

Elias climbed onto the bed next, settling on Elvis’s other side. “I helped with the music notes,” he said, a touch of pride in his voice.

“And you did a fine job,” Elvis replied, ruffling Elias’s hair. “You’ve got an eye for detail, son.”

You watched the three of them, your heart swelling with love. This was what mattered most to Elvis—not the sold-out shows or the gold records, but the simple, quiet moments with his family.

Elvis turned his gaze to you, his smile softening. “Come here, mama,” he said, holding out an arm.

You sat down beside him, leaning into his embrace as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Y’all really outdid yourselves,” he murmured. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m sure glad I’ve got y’all.”

Melody tugged on his sleeve, her face scrunched in concentration. “Daddy, do you like pancakes?”

Elvis laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room. “Do I like pancakes? Baby girl, I love pancakes.”

Elias smirked. “Good, ‘cause we made a whole stack.”

“You did?” Elvis raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. “Well, I reckon I better try some, then.”

You handed him the tray, and the four of you shared breakfast in bed. Elvis made a show of savoring every bite, praising the kids for their “culinary expertise” and cracking jokes that had them doubled over with laughter.

After breakfast, you all spent the morning lounging in the bedroom, talking and laughing. The kids took turns showing Elvis their latest drawings and telling him stories about school, while he listened intently, his eyes crinkling with affection.

As the day went on, you couldn’t help but reflect on how far the two of you had come. Being with Elvis wasn’t always easy—the long hours, the constant travel, and the ever-present spotlight were challenges you had to navigate together. But moments like this reminded you why it was all worth it.

Elvis looked over at you, his gaze soft and full of love. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “For all of this. For them. For you.”

You leaned in, resting your forehead against his. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. This is what family does. We take care of each other.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your little family, you knew that this birthday would be one Elvis would never forget.

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[penkura]

last forever [7/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)

Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on

Note: I apologize for glossing over and skipping fights and so much of this arc. Writing violence is not my forte, and I'd rather focus on the main relationship. We all know how One Piece goes anyway. I had to go back and refresh myself on some of the details, it's been a while since I read/watched Water Seven and Enies Lobby.

But also, I was SO NERVOUS writing a certain part of this, its NOT my usual style omg. But I needed to write what I did when it popped into my head. Just wait until a bit later, though omg. This stays SFW, I swear.

Taglist:

@misfits1a

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4] ● [Ch. 5] ● [Ch. 6]

When you finally make it to Water Seven, after your run in with the Foxy Pirates and Admiral Aokiji, it’s nice to be somewhere you recognize. Having only been here a few times when your dad had business and he chose to bring you and Elias, it was always your favorite trip to take when your mother would let you tag along.

The only person who knows this at first, apart from Zoro, is Sanji, when you choose to go into the city with him as Zoro watches the ship; Luffy, Nami, and Usopp go to exchange the gold for actually money, and Chopper goes with Robin to find a bookstore. Sanji laughs a bit when you tell him you’ve been here a few times, give or take.

“You may have been a bit sheltered, but you were well traveled!”

Laughing in return, you tighten your arms around Sanji, laying your head on his back as your Yagara ride continues down the water street, watching all the people. It’s been so long, you forgot how lively this city was.

“Mom would always try to make me stay home with her, but I’d cry and throw a tantrum until she let me go, normally because my brother asked for me to. I was a little spoiled back then by Elias.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Sanji looks over his shoulder to give you a smile, “You were the baby, that’s expected.”

“Tch, yeah,” scoffing, you don’t look up at him, “The baby no one but my brother really wanted.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead just patting one of your hands, which makes you fist his shirt in your grip for a moment before relaxing again. Sanji knows more about your life growing up than most of your crew, only Zoro really having the nearly full story. Even then, you’ve kept somethings to yourself, not because they were painful memories, but because they were some of the few good times you remember, they were more precious to you than any other memories.

The two of you quickly find the shopping district and purchase copious amount of local foods, Sanji reeling off different ideas for dishes as he catches sight of Robin, grabbing your hand to drag you along and around a corner he swears to you he saw her go down, but she’s nowhere to be seen and neither is Chopper.

Your doctor does find you both a few moments later, apologizing on your way back to Merry for losing Robin, but you tell him not to worry, she can take care of herself, she’ll come back later.

When you get back to Merry, the update Zoro gives you feels like a knife in all your hearts. 

“What do you mean Merry is unfixable?!”

“Just what I said,” Zoro doesn’t fully look at Sanji, instead making sure you’re all right with the news, though the frown and starting of tears tell him you aren’t, “A shipwright came to check and said so.”

You hate the idea of having to give up Merry, whether that’s what Luffy’s decided yet or not, you aren’t sure, even as Nami returns and the situation gets worse with Usopp having been beaten by the Franky family and the two hundred million beri being stolen from him. The money didn’t matter, what mattered was Usopp, the rest of your crew going to find him and Luffy but Nami clinging onto you to stay with her, which you do to keep your friend safe.

The rest of the day is a blur, after Usopp is brought back, his fight with Luffy over Merry, and how quickly the rest of you leave to a hotel in the city. Some would probably think it’s strange that you’re holding so tightly to Zoro the whole time, rarely letting go of his arm, but you feel like you need some stability with how things have changed so much in just a day. You all still don’t know where Robin’s gone, you plan to go with Sanji and Chopper later the next day to try and find her.

For now, Zoro doesn’t mind you holding onto and staying by him. He tries to understand, it’s likely you’re thinking back to your parents, having told him of how they’d argue regarding you mostly, Elias being your safe haven who would remove you from the situation for safety.

Part of you doesn’t want to sleep that night, but Zoro makes you, forcing you to lay down. Really you’re worried you’re going to wake up and everything’s been a dream, none of your friends will be there, but Zoro, who you fully are coming to believe can read your mind, pokes you in the forehead before sitting by your bed with his back to you.

“Just sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”

Every part of you believes him, you’ve got nothing but trust in Zoro.

+!+

With everything that’s happened involving Robin, your crew, Galley-La, and the Franky family, you’re surprised you’re even still on your feet as you follow everyone into Enies Lobby. You’d barely slept the night before and have been awake since early the previous morning, ending up following Sanji to the sea train that was taking Robin from you all. You fight alongside him, Franky, and Usopp, er, Sniper King, to try and reach Robin, only to lose her again in exchange for your own lives.

After the Rocketman train catches up to you and the four of you board it, Nami throws a towel over you since you’re sopping wet from the rain, and you start to draw yourself back from everyone for a few moments. You just need a bit to catch your breath, to keep yourself from crying due to how tired and upset you are. It’s going to be another sleepless night as you listen to everyone try and plan how you’re all going to attack the government island, you want to rescue Robin as soon as possible, even for the selfish reason of being able to sleep properly. Zoro tries to keep you out of the plan discussion, making you sit down and rest as much as you can, giving you water and sending you the slightest of glares if you try to get up too soon.

“Stay there, wife,” he’s quiet while he tells you to stay where you are, trying to keep his slip up of calling you his wife from those who don’t and shouldn’t know, “Rest until we get there. We’ll get Robin back.”

A slight smirk hits your face as you look up at him. “Trust her now?”

Zoro shrugs a bit, leaning on the wall beside you. “I guess. I trust you and Luffy more. But if you don’t rest, it doesn’t matter who I trust.”

Ah, that makes sense, why he’s trying so hard to make you take a break, other than you’re being up for so long now.

You’ll be useless in the fighting if you aren’t as prepared as you can be, if you haven’t had any kind of rest and keep worrying over Robin and everyone else. Even when you get there, convince Robin to let you all rescue her, most of your body wants to give up and stop, but you keep going, keep running to save her with everyone else.

You don’t really mean to get separated from everyone when you go to find the CP9 members who have keys that could open Robin’s sea prism stone cuffs, but it happens and you’re left defending yourself.

A few Marines get a little too close for comfort, but you cut them down fairly quickly, before going the other way from where you came and laughing to yourself at the same time.

I’m starting to take after my husband after all.

+!+

You’ve all returned to Water Seven after rescuing Robin from the government, you’ve maybe given her numerous hugs since even though its only been a couple of hours, and your unfortunate burial of Merry that’d left most of you in tears but all of you heartbroken. So much had happened that you had to step away from everyone for a bit, while there were discussions of what to do next although Luffy had once again fallen asleep from overuse of his powers.

Truthfully you wish you could go to sleep, you’ve been awake for well over twenty-four hours at this point, it would be nice to curl up in a bed and sleep the next several days. Its times like this that make you really wonder if you’re meant to be a pirate, maybe you should just go home and do what your parents want.

“Hey, you okay?”

Then Zoro finds you like always, quietly speaking to keep the others from eavesdropping, though Nami tries, a hand on your shoulder, this time he seems to grip a little tighter than before. You know him well enough at this point, there’s just the slightest hint of worry on his face as he looks at you, brows furrowed just a bit. Zoro knows you just as well, you step away like this when things start to get to be too much, you just need a few moments to clear your head and breathe, and since you’ve had that, you give him a real smile.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you really?”

You nod, Zoro doing the same in return as he knows to believe you, before surprising you by gently taking you face in his hands, as if he’s making absolutely sure that you’re telling the truth.

Having lost track of you while he’d gone on to fight the CP9 members to get Robin’s key, his mind kept wandering to where you’d gotten off to, if you were safe, if you were fighting someone or multiple marines, he really hoped you weren’t against a CP9 member. You had to stay safe, no matter what, you and Robin were his biggest concerns at the time. When you randomly ran into him, Sanji, and Usopp, he was surprised by the relief he felt to see you were a little banged up but otherwise perfectly fine. He’d made you let him carry you on his back the rest of the way, until you got to the ship and were able to safely be on the ground again. He’d barely let you out of his sight since then.

Zoro doesn’t make whatever worry he had about you obvious, only looking like he’s fighting to find something to say while he holds your face and you continue to smile, tilting your head.

“Zoro?”

“Glad you’re okay.”

Giggling a bit, you nod before wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, your exhaustion and the fears and worries you’ve had the last few hours finally coming to surface while you hug Zoro, making him do the same lightly, to keep you from embarrassing yourself in front of the others while you cry quietly, though you know they wouldn’t care or judge you.

You’re glad Robin is back, everyone is safe and alive, you all may have lost Merry but you’re coming to terms with it.

But most importantly to you, Zoro is safe, and to him, you’re safety is just as important, even if he barely voices it. The last thing he wants is for you to be harmed, in anyway by anyone.

He'll be especially damned if it’s by his hand so he comforts you the best he can, until you’re calmed down enough to rejoin your crew, staying beside him.

He doesn’t make you release his hand as you grip onto it, instead squeezing it back whenever you do so. When you lean into his arm later on, he lays his head against your own, telling you to go ahead and sleep, he’ll get you to a bed. You make him promise to stay with you that night, and he does once everyone goes to turn in, not leaving your side for even a second.

He’ll make sure you stay safe.

+!+

Zoro isn't sure how you two ended up away from the rest of the party. Too much alcohol, yes, but his tolerance is higher than a normal person's. He knows better than to wander off like this, but you took him by the wrist and walked away with a new bottle of sake in your hand, convincing him that it would be good to get away from the noise and everyone else.

You don't normally drink as much as he's seen you do today, he wonders if it's the alcohol that's causing you to giggle incessantly and steal glances at him every bit. Not like you had to steal glances, if you two had been talking you'd be looking at him.

But you'd barely said a word apart from when he asked why you were dragging him away from everyone else.

“Just want some quiet time, husband.”

Zoro never stops you from calling him husband, he's not sure why. Your marriage wasn't real, he should stop you from calling him that.

He should, but he never does.

He doesn't now, even as you lean against him and say “my husband” over and over again. It's only the moment you crawl yourself into his lap that he feels the need to stop you, despite knowing you're drunk or at the very least tipsy enough to not know what you're doing.

“Get off.”

He still doesn't push you off, he's not that heartless.

“Nooooo…” You whine and start to nuzzle your face in his neck, sighing happily after a moment. “My husband~”

“Ain't actually your husband, you know that.”

“But you're my husband still.”

“Stop it before someone sees.”

You pout, but lift your head up to look at him. Zoro can tell more so now that you're definitely drunk, you're more emotional than he thought you'd be. He always expected you to be a giggly or chatty drunk, not emotional to the point you're pouting but also looking like you might cry.

“You should...kiss me.”

“What.”

You nod, leaning closer and touching your nose to Zoro's, making him glance away from you just the slightest bit from the proximity despite the bit of pink across his cheeks that you can see. This is the closest you've let yourself get to him ever, even the nights you sneak into his bed from nightmares, you've never placed your face so close to his.

“You didn't kiss me…when we got married.”

“We're not actu–”

“I'll kiss you then.”

You close the gap for the quickest of seconds, kissing Zoro so fast it's like it didn't happen. Despite your drunk state your face burns with a blush and you apologize, you're not sure why you did that. Must've been the alcohol controlling you or something, that's your excuse. You're both quiet but neither of you moves for a moment, before you decide to get up only to have Zoro hold you in place by your shoulders. His brows are furrowed and you're not sure what's going on in his mind, before he pulls you back into a proper kiss, none of this tiny peck of the lips thing you'd just done. He kisses you fully and for more than a brief second, it's several seconds before he pulls away, leaving you both breathless and you personally shocked.

Shocked for just a moment before you take his face in your hands and kiss Zoro a third time, which he returns, surprising you when he wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer to him (how you could even get closer when you’re already on his lap, you don’t know). You refuse to let him be the one to end this. You don't want this to end, it needs to continue, even if just for you. Even if all it does is make your feelings for him stronger, even if Zoro later tells you it was a mistake and he still held no romantic feelings for you, despite that fact he's so willingly returning such affection.

Even though, a moment later, Zoro pushes you away gently by your shoulders, neither of you able to breathe properly for a moment, catching your breath as your slowly sobering mind tries to play catch up with what the hell just happened.

You kissed Zoro, and he actually kissed you back. He didn't shove you off or yell at you or anything like that. He accepted it and reciprocated without a single word. You figured he would fight you about this, that he wouldn't accept it so easily.

Is this the progress you've been hoping for?

Once you've both caught your breath, Zoro doesn't even look at you, instead moves just enough that you get the hint and get off his lap finally. It's a few minutes of complete silence between the two of you, that has you confused. You thought things were changing, that you two were getting closer than you had been even before Luffy brought you along.

The fact he'd just kissed you back for several minutes it felt like, you thought maybe Zoro was going to confess to you, but when he still doesn't look at you, you attempt to bring him back by taking his hand, which he lets you for a moment before gently pulling his arm back to himself.

“Zoro…I…I'm sor–”

“I think…you should go to bed, [Y/N].”

“Do you,” you gulp a bit, looking away before you finish, “do you want to come with me?”

“No. That's not a good idea.”

You know this, who knows what trouble you'd bring to yourselves or the crew if you two went to your room together? Whose heart would be broken the next morning if you took things too far when you weren't fully sober? You didn't know, the thought of either of you being hurt made your heart ache and you couldn't bear the thought.

So, instead of trying to convince him things would be fine, you really just wanted to sleep with him next to you, you nod, standing up and dusting yourself off, grabbing the bottle you'd brought with you and looking at Zoro again.

“Are you–”

“Gonna stay here for a bit.”

It's all you can do to nod again, apologizing for pushing things too far before you turn and leave, doing your absolute best to keep your tears to yourself as you return to the party, giving Nami a small smile when she asks where you've been, promising her you'd just gone off to spend some time alone.

She doesn't believe you and intends to get all the information she can later, but she does give you a hug that nearly pushes you over, and says she'll beat up whoever made you sad, especially if it's Zoro, earning her a laugh before you return to your room at the hotel.

I wish he had come with me…

Truthfully you don't regret kissing Zoro, not even a bit. Despite his rejection of your feelings, the fact he so willingly kissed you back made you believe that maybe things were changing in your favor.

Perhaps it was because he was drunk, or maybe he was sober enough that he knew exactly what he was doing, especially when he denied returning to your room with you.

Either way, even with your heart aching from another rejection, it feels like you're making progress with Zoro and your relationship with him, little by little.

For his part of it all, Zoro stays in the same place you'd left him for nearly an hour, trying to calm his own racing heart after that exchange with you.

How he never thought of kissing you before, but now he didn't want to do anything but kiss you (it's the alcohol talking, he swears it is). You tasted like the sake you'd shared and whatever sweet wine Nami had convinced you to take several drinks of. A combination he never expected to be so nice, something he didn't think he'd want to taste again. The moment he thinks about it again his heart skips a beat, and Zoro puts head in his hands in an attempt to stop such feelings.

No, no, shit I gotta stop this.

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair, pulling it slightly to get those thoughts out of his head. Any focus on romance, on you he wanted out of his head. There's been too much of it lately, the want to stay close to you, to pull you away from everyone else, to give in and indulge himself in you alone. He'd told you nothing was going to happen and he had meant it.

But then you had to go and kiss him. The most innocent of kisses, a quick peck on the lips but he'd gone and pulled you back for more almost instantly. Then you made it worse by returning it again and holding his face this time, he didn't know why he enjoyed that so much. This whole thing was ridiculous, there's no reason for these feelings!

The only thing he could do to get some time to think was to push you away, refuse to join you when you went to bed. Who knows what would've happened if he had gone with you? Of course, he knew your thoughts were innocent, you'd shared a bed multiple times when you turned to him after nightmares, it was highly unlikely you were expecting anything more than to just go to sleep and wake up with a hangover, Zoro by your side in case of alcohol induced nightmares.

And he had made you go to bed alone.

That realization, for some reason, causes his heart to ache and Zoro has to finally admit what he's been trying not to, over the last several months, even with the more domestic thoughts he's allowed himself to entertain at times. Something he was hoping would fade away, would disappear over time like it always did for others, the feelings he's finally realized were going to be more long term than he expected.

Damn it all…I'm falling for my wife.

+!+

Contrary to what many may think, Sanji doesn’t particularly like being privy to romance gossip, not the kind involving his crewmates especially. He thinks that such things should be kept between a couple, so when he accidentally hears you telling Nami and Robin how you and Zoro finally kissed the other night, he’s less than pleased to hear it ended with your swordsman pushing you back, not taking you back to your room, or even staying with you for the night.

How unbelievably rude of him! To steal your first kiss, and not even walk you back to your room!

That’s what Sanji would’ve done. If any woman kissed him, he’d walk her back to her room or home, at the very least, to ensure she was safe and nothing happened. Zoro not doing that, when you were inebriated, when you could’ve been hurt or worse, it angers Sanji more than anything Zoro has or hasn’t done thus far. He views you as his best friend, he hates the way you and Zoro seem to get closer to a real relationship, only for something to happen or someone to intervene and ruin your progress. He’s been cheering for you from the start, ever since you confirmed your feelings for the swordsman, only to now wonder if it’s worth it for you.

If Zoro really is what you want and makes you happy, why does it seem like all you do lately is suffer?

Sanji doesn’t fully mean to give Zoro the cold shoulder this time, or even the suspicious looks he throws at him, but Zoro noticed quickly, before anyone else, and confronts him.

“What the hell is your problem, cook?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit, you’ve been giving me worse looks than normal.”

Sanji bites down on his cigarette, finally dropping the knife he’d been holding to face Zoro with a scowl.

“I heard you and [Y/N] kissed the other night—”

“Damn it.”

“—and you didn’t bother to take her back to her room?”

“What, is that my job now?”

“As her husband it should be!”

“I’m not really her husband! Damn it, this is stupid.”

Zoro goes to leave, but Sanji stops him by grabbing his sleeve, holding on and telling him to stop.

“Look, asshole. I could care less that you two are married, real or not, or that you kissed her,” Sanji grits his teeth, finally letting go of Zoro’s sleeve, “But if you break her heart, I’ll never forgive you, mosshead.”

While Sanji turns back to continue prepping for dinner, Zoro stops for just a moment. The two have had fights before, that’s obvious to anyone with a brain, but they’ve yet to fight about you. And he wonders why it's only now, after you kissed him, that Sanji seems so hell bent on protecting you, or maybe he's always been like this, it's just more on display as you and Zoro start to get closer.

“What’s your deal with her?”

“She’s my best friend, mosshead. I just want her safe and happy, even if it’s with you.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, leaving the kitchen to find you lounging with Nami and Robin, the three of you in some conversation when you look up and see him, giving a slight smile that Zoro returns with a nod, before heading off to the crow’s nest. What Sanji last said is stuck in his head, partially wondering if you told your cook what happened that night in Water Seven or if he was good at guessing, but that’s not the biggest thing he wonders about.

Would you really be happy with me, of all people, [Y/N]?

+!+

“All right, wait, so, you honestly kissed him?”

“Nami don't make me repeat myself.”

Nami laughs while Robin smiles, both amazed you got up the courage to kiss Zoro of all people. Yeah, you were tipsy at the time, even though Zoro still believes you were fully intoxicated, but you couldn't help feeling bad about it afterwards, just for a bit.

“I didn't fully think it through. I just…I don't know, I wanted to kiss him so I did.”

“I don't think he's too upset about it then,” Robin nods a bit, taking a sip of her wine, “You said he kissed you back, if he didn't push you away right off the bat, it sounds like he was positively receptive to it.”

“Yeah,” Nami quickly agrees, giving you a grin, “Sounds like you're getting yourself a boyfriend.”

“I don't think he wants that.”

“Well, what do you want? Maybe you guys could talk it through.”

What did you want? You thought you knew, to be a world renowned swordswoman, to help Luffy become King of the Pirates.

But what did you want from Zoro? Just to be with him, to stay married to him? Do you want to maybe have a family of your own with him one day? You'd had those thoughts when your feelings first started surfacing, after your impromptu wedding at that backwater courthouse. You'd stopped entertaining  thoughts for quite a while, but now, they're coming back more often.

More importantly, does Zoro want any of that with you?

“I…think… I want to be with him forever…”

Hearing Nami choke on her own drink, you give her a concerned look before she looks at you with wide eyes.

“You sound like you're in love with Zoro!”

You don't say anything for a bit, even with Nami and Robin looking at you like they're expecting you to deny such a thing. There was no way you were in love with Zoro, not at all. You two hadn't dated, your marriage was only temporary, it was meant to end as soon as you had something from your parents. You two weren't going to last forever, you weren't going to have kids together, live out your lives as a married couple. It wasn't happening.

No matter how much you may want it to. That's what Nami and Robin have come to think over time, from the things you've said to them.

“I am, Nami.”

Despite Nami's new outburst and saying she knew it with Robin laughing, you don't feel any kind of worry or fear about admitting your real feelings for Zoro. Neither of them would tell, your secret was safe as could be.

But for you, all you do is smile to yourself.

You love Zoro, more than anything. You've thought so for a while now, but finally voicing it aloud gives you a sense of peace and happiness. Whether Zoro ever returns your feelings or not, whether you two come to act as a married couple or not, you're more than happy to even stay by his side as his crewmate and friend. Even if you have to love him silently, you'd do so.

You'll hope he comes to love you back one day, but you won't force anything on him.

“I'm in love with Zoro.”

~~

Note 2: Me writing this: now KISS.

After writing: omg they kissed

[lovezbrownies]

Machinery (Yandere!M!BioMechanic x Gn!Reader.)

Masterlist

Another character you might like...

Synopsis: You've worked your ass off to get to where you are today. And watching the guy who was naturally gifted intelligence, you can't help but admire him and he seemed to have noticed and lends you a helping hand.

Inspired by Viktor from Arcane :3. A random burst of inspiration came upon me to write this i looveve Viktor :3

The university was a place of perpetual twilight, where the sunlight above barely reached. Instead, a faint glow emanated from etherlamps scattered throughout the sprawling maze of stone corridors and mechanical apparatuses, their flickering light casting shifting shadows across the damp walls. It was here, amidst the hum of ancient machinery and the scent of oil and damp stone, that Elias thrived—a figure both enigmatic and unavoidable.

You had always noticed him in passing. How could you not? He was the kind of presence that demanded attention despite his unassuming appearance. Elias moved with a subtle grace, his shoes tapping softly against the stone floor as he navigated the labyrinthine workshop spaces. His amber eyes, sharp and unyielding, seemed to pierce through every surface, every person, as though searching for something beyond their physical form.

You’d admired his intellect from afar, envying the quiet precision with which he worked. His projects were always on the cutting edge—clockwork automata imbued with eerie lifelike movements, and crystalline contraptions that seemed to pulse with raw energy. But there was an intensity to him, a kind of fervor that made others keep their distance. You weren’t entirely sure why he had chosen you to notice.

It started as a flicker on the edge of your awareness—a glance here, a lingering moment there. You’d look up from your own work to find his eyes on you, studying you in a way that made your skin prickle. He didn’t look away when caught; instead, he would offer a faint, almost imperceptible smile, as though he was pleased you’d noticed him too. At first, you brushed it off as coincidence, but the frequency of these moments made that harder to believe.

Then came the night when you found yourself hunched over your workbench, your frustration mounting as you struggled with a stubborn gear assembly. The machinery before you was intricate, its interlocking pieces refusing to align no matter how many adjustments you made. The air was heavy with the scent of burnt metal, your fingers aching from hours of effort.

“That’s not the way to do it,” came a soft voice from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts.

You turned, your breath catching as you found Elias standing there, closer than you had realized. His amber eyes were luminous in the dim light, their intensity softened only slightly by the faint smile playing at his lips. Before you could respond, he stepped forward, his movements deliberate yet quiet, and reached for the wrench in your hand.

“May I?” he asked, though he was already taking the tool from your grasp. His fingers brushed yours in the process, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver up your spine.

He leaned in as he worked, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, his voice low as he explained the mechanics in a tone more suited to a secret than an instruction. “This mechanism… it’s delicate, but not fragile. You need to coax it into place, not force it.” His hands moved with precision, adjusting the gears with a practiced ease that made you feel clumsy in comparison.

“You’re very focused,” he murmured after a moment, his gaze flicking toward you. “It’s admirable, really. Most people here are… careless.” The way he said the word made it sound like a personal offense, his lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

You weren’t sure how to respond. His praise felt heavy, almost intimate, like it carried more weight than it should. But before you could dwell on it, Elias finished the adjustment and stepped back, his hand brushing your shoulder as he passed the wrench back to you.

“There,” he said, his voice softer now. “Try it again.”

You did, and the mechanism slid into place with an ease that made you blink in surprise. You turned to thank him, but the words faltered as you met his gaze. There was something in the way he was looking at you—something that made your chest tighten.

“It’s late,” he said suddenly, his eyes not leaving yours. “You shouldn’t stay here alone.”

“I’m used to it,” you replied, though his concern was unexpected.

Elias tilted his head, studying you for a moment before he took a step closer. “That doesn’t mean you should. The city isn’t always safe.”

Before you could protest, he reached out, his hand grazing the small of your back as he gestured toward the corridor. “Come. I’ll walk you.”

His touch was light, fleeting, but it lingered in your mind long after he’d pulled away. The walk to your quarters was quiet, his shoes tapping softly against the stone as he kept pace with you. He stayed close, too close, his shoulder brushing yours with every other step.

“You’re too kind to people,” he said quietly as you neared your door. His tone was gentle, but there was something beneath it—an edge you couldn’t quite place. “Not everyone deserves that from you.”

You glanced at him, startled by the sudden comment, but his expression was unreadable. He reached out then, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was tender, almost reverent, and it made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re remarkable,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t let anyone take that from you.”

The moment felt suspended in time, his hand lingering near your face as his amber eyes searched yours. And then, just as quickly as it began, he stepped back, offering a faint smile before turning to leave.

But as you closed your door behind you, your heart still pounding, a quiet realization crept into your mind: Elias didn’t just notice you. He was watching you.

[lil-binuu]

˖⁺‧₊𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

PART II ₊‧⁺˖

Resolving things with Elias

1290 words

part 1

buckle up for the ride!

“Hey.”

You turned around, a key in your hand as you closed up the cafe.

“Elias, hey.”

You hadn’t spoken to each other in a couple days. You understood that Elias needed to take a break after the argument. You both needed to.

You hadn’t reached out to him at all, you thought it would be better to let him take as much time as he needed without bothering him. Still, you hoped he knew how sorry you were.

“How was work?”

“Uh, Good… How were your lectures?”

You spoke slowly. Almost trying to process the conversation that was so different from your last. Almost trying to savour the conversation as it might be your last.

“Yeah, good. I- I wanted to talk to you. Wanna ride?” He gestured to the motorcycle behind him.

“Sure.”

There was something in you so relieved to see Elias. He seemed okay; that meant he hopefully was. If he’s willing to speak to you, does that mean he’s willing to move on?

The bike ride with Elias was the most comfort you had since the argument. But there was still a pit in your stomach as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his back.

You wanted to hold him so tight but you knew that if you did, you might not be able to let go.

He stopped at a park. You had come here before to stargaze together. A moment so sweet that it made your tongue bitter at the thought of it never happening again.

Taking a seat at a bench, admiring the orange streaks across the sky.

“How have you been?” He asked earnestly.

“It’s.. “ You stopped yourself. You couldn’t lie to him. “It’s been.. tough.”

Elias nodded.

“Same here.”

He reached out a hand.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be anymore.”

His palm grazed the top of your hand. Threading his fingers to intertwine with yours.

You met his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I have serious feelings for you and I made a mistake by holding them back. But I don’t want to let one mistake screw everything else up.”

His eyes didn’t break away from yours for a second.

Elias continued, “You hurt me. Seeing you flirt with someone else, that hurt. I mean, you told me that I was being possessive-”

“I didn’t mean it.” You cut in.

“I know. And I also know that you didn’t do it to hurt me. You did it to get my attention. The only thing I want to know is, why didn’t you just talk to me?”

Why?

Why didn’t you talk to him? Why did you go out of your way to get close to someone just to make the person you like jealous? Knowing that it could hurt him?

To be honest, you didn’t even know.

“You know you can talk to me right? It’s important to have conversations about us, about committing to each other and about a future together.”

Wait… are you kidding me?

Was Elias really going to sit there and tell you it was your fault for not initiating a conversation when he didn’t either? He was the one who let you believe he wasn’t even serious about you and yet it’s your fault for not addressing it properly?

“You were doing the same. You were also avoiding those conversations with me. You made me think that you were just messing around and wasting my time.”

“Wasting your time? You think that being with me is a waste of time?”

“Elias, I’m not ‘with’ you. I’m just here. It’s been.. how many months of sleeping together? And yet we haven’t even moved past the ‘talking stage’.”

Elias was silent for a moment, breathing heavily. This was clearly not how he wanted the conversation to go. But you had to talk about things. You were sick of just burying them and pretending they didn’t matter.

“I.. I wanted to ask you to be my partner. Make things official…. But this isn’t how I wanted our relationship to start…”

“I’m sorry, Elias, I really am, but I can’t just forget these feelings and pretend I didn’t feel them just because you decided to man up and ask me to date you.”

“Man up? Y/n, I’ve always wanted to date you, I just wanted to make sure that what I was doing was right and that you wanted it as well.”

“And by doing that..” Your voice grew softer as the emotion began to fill your throat and well up in your eyes. “You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you. Like- Like you were just waiting around to get rid of me because I wasn’t what you wanted in a partner or..or something..”

You looked away from Elias. Leaning back and looking out at the darkening sky.

Neither of you said anything, your confession hanging in the air and dampening the space between you.

His hand that once had retreated, came back to rest on yours.

“I’m sorry you felt that way.”

You looked back at him, tears burning your eyes.

“You mean ‘I’m sorry I made you feel that way’?”

Elias pulled his hand away from yours, becoming defensive.

“No, I didn’t make you feel that way, you felt that way by yourself-”

“Well I wouldn’t have felt that way if you made me feel like I was actually worth something in your life.”

“Oh like how you made me feel like I was controlling and toxic? That I was possessive, and jealous all while you were flirting with a stranger in my face!”

You both fell silent again.

“I don’t know what I was thinking..” You said softly.

“Yeah, and I don’t know what I was thinking by bringing you here.”

Elias got up, and walked around the bench towards his motorcycle.

“So you’re just gonna walk off like last time? Leaving things unresolved so that in a couple days you can show up and we can argue again?”

“Get on the bike. I’m taking you home.” Elias had lowered his voice. He was done arguing.

You got up, frustrated.

“And leave again? Where will you run off to? To sleep with your side-piece?”

Elias stopped, putting his helmet down, and stepping closer to you.

“I’m not the one who flirted with someone else.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried about you.”

You said in a mutter, not even sure if you wanted Elias to hear you.

It didn’t matter anyway, you didn’t get a response.

The bike ride was different than before. Earlier, you had wrapped your arms around his waist and hoped you two could work things out for the better. Now, you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt nothing but empty.

When Elias pulled up outside your apartment building, you went straight in, not saying a word to Elias.

“What are you doing?”

You asked as you noticed him on the stairs behind you.

“I’m making sure you get in alright.” He replied.

“I didn’t know you still cared.”

“I never said I didn’t care.”

“But you made me feel that way.”

Elias sighed heavily, a pang of emotion hitting him. It was the little arguments that hurt the most.

And the truth is, he knew you were right. He had been so absorbed in everything else that he put his relationship with you on fucking standby.

“Fine then.”

He turned around, walking back out the building. You made it clear you didn’t want him there. That was all he needed to leave.

He pulled his helmet back on and revved the engine.

He almost didn’t hear your scream.

note: i promise i really tried to make it fluffy and romantic and make them work it out but it’s just not in me guys >.<

[yanderemommabean]

An Elias x Reader short!

“Darling~ What did I say about using your hair pin to pick the lock?” Elias asks, hands being held behind his back as he watches you shake and tremble in the corner of his room. You sniffle, cowering as he just stands over you with a cheeky smile, like he wasn’t a terrifying beast of a man with unnatural capabilities. 

“I-I…I just wanted to go to the-” “To the what love? The commons? The office perhaps?” he begins, his tone turning sour “Or maybe you wanted to run to that cowardly doctor and beg him to let you go, to let me be separated from you and our love once again”. His voice was low, anger slowly filling it as he stalks forward and kneels to meet your gaze, a hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his piercing irises. You tremble as he goes silent, simply making you stare as he admires and looks for God knows what. “K-Kitchen. I-I was just hungry. They dont bring you lunch if you’re out doing those tests and-” “So you were just neglected then?” He asks, it’s a dangerous question. You didn’t want to set him off, but what do you say? Anything could have him on a rampage and you dont want his, yours, or innocent blood spilled because he thinks he was wronged. “No! No, I was just hungry and I only ever really eat with you but I couldn’t wait! They never come by unless they see you’re checked back in so…” He goes silent, his eyes giving away nothing about what he was thinking. Suddenly, a smile creeps upon his face as he claps his hands together, standing back up and helping you to meet him. “Well! Looks like I'll have a word or two about their barbaric treatment! In the meantime, get back on the bed dearest, I'll secure you and go get you your food! Anything specific? I can even sneak those candy bars they’re so stingy about”. You just swallow, frozen and unable to think of anything but obeying and getting back on the bed that's held you prisoner. He usually lets you walk around and explore. You didn’t have a problem being with him at this place, but something about Lee had Elias on edge, unhinged and ready to end it all just for Lee even blinking in your direction. To say you were petrified and on edge was the biggest understatement of all time.

-Mommabean (thanks for reading!)

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

Chris full-on kept looking at Elias for the majority of this scene, whilst Elias obliviously stared at the stars.

[tokillamockingbird427]

I have three ideas for the start of Elias and Rorke's relationships.

#1: They were actually pretty good friends before Sand Viper and that's why they worked so damn well together as 1'st and 2'nd in command. I'm thinking they were battle buddies in BCT so a long-lived friendship and maybe even the reason they were at Sand Viper together. (Same team even prior to it.)

#2: They were total strangers but both of them went "Shit he really has his stuff together." and had a mutual admiration post-Sand Viper. Lowkey the most boring option, imo.

#3: They actually highkey hated each others guts before Sand Viper but then came to actually like and respect each other over time as they were forced to work together in post. Maybe the knew each other from some past incident where they gave the worst impression and then began to respect and even enjoy each others company as they were more or less forced to work together both during and after SV.

Tbh #1 and #3 are my favorites which is funny. I can't decide if they should really like or really hate each other.

[hughesluv]

Flower Girl | Quinn Hughes

quinn hughes x fem!reader quinn finally musters up the courage to ask out the cute girl who owns the florist shop down the street. (words: 1.3k)

a/n: first post and first writing! hope you enjoy reading <3

The second Quinn laid his eyes on you, he knew he was a goner.

You newly opened a florist shop down the street from Quinn’s apartment to which he had stumbled into Mother’s Day morning. You noticed him wandering around, looking at various flowers, but yet to choose one. His widened eyes and dumbfounded expression revealed his lack of knowledge on flowers.

“Would you like any help?” you offered with a smile. His gaze redirected from the plants over to you- who was probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He admired every inch of your face from your perfect smile to your piercing eyes. Red flooded your cheeks as you watched him scan your face.

“That’d be nice.” he responded, placing down the pink tulips in his hand.

You showed him around your shop, pointing out Mother’s Day favorites for flowers and the prettiest bouquets in store. After minutes of contemplating what his mother would like, he finally decided on an arrangement of daisies and lavender.

“Good choice.” you complimented while cutting and wrapping the flowers. He blushed while pulling out his credit card and offering it to you. “No need to pay, these are on the house.”

“I can’t allow you to do that,” he argued, urging his card out towards you. You smiled at his politeness, still declining his payment. Any other customer would’ve taken the free flowers in the blink of an eye, but he didn’t. The simple gesture sent butterflies into your stomach,

“I insist! In a way you already paid me.”

His brows furrowed and curiosity painted his features, “In what way?” he questioned. A small grin graced his lips. You took this moment to really observe the features of the man whose name you were yet to know. You’d be lying to yourself if you thought he wasn’t truly handsome.

You brought your finger to your lips, tapping on them as if you were pondering telling him. He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. His laugh set off even more butterflies in your stomach. It was the type of laugh that could cheer anyone up, even on a bad day.

“By allowing me to help out a cute customer.” pink colored his cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears. Was he imagining that you just hit on him? No, he couldn’t have.

You giggle at his reaction, eyes admiring the adorable color that coats his face. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” Y/N… that might’ve been the prettiest name Quinn had ever heard. Your name was just as breathtaking as you.

“I’m Quinn- Quintin.” he blurts out, mentally kicking himself for telling you his whole name. A toothy smile adorns your lips, revealing the dimples on the sides of your cheeks. Quinn mentally captures the moment, wishing he could take a photo of your gorgeous smile.

“Well then I guess I’ll see you around, Quinn-Quintin.” you tease playfully, pulling an embarrassed smile out of the boy. He thanked you, accepting the flowers from your hand and exiting the store.

Since that day, Quinn made up excuse after excuse to go into your shop again. He’d visit at least once a week- sometimes more- and buy flowers. The gorgeous bouquets now decorated almost every counter in his apartment as a constant reminder of you. His roommate, Elias, teased his sudden obsession with the arrangements, but Quinn brushed it off.

Over the weeks of him visiting your store, you learned more and more about him. He told you about his career as an NHL player in which you told him about why you started your floral business. As he kept uncovering more facts about you, he fell in love with you even more. He needed to do something about his longing crush; he needed to ask you out.

Quinn walked through the store doors, causing the doorbell to chime. “There's my favorite customer!” you exclaim as you see him. He smirked at the praise, only adding to his already huge ego. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” you quirk an eyebrow, earning a hardy laugh out of the eldest hughes.

“I need your advice,” he begins. You lean against the counter and urge him to continue. “I have this, well, crush…” his eyes glue to the floor, wondering if he should be doing this. “And I don’t know how to ask her out.”

Your smile slowly fades. You thought Quinn had liked you, and that’s why he was always purchasing flowers, but you guess you were wrong. Your ego deflates as you feel like such an idiot. However, you don’t let your smile fully drop, you mask it and attend to Quinn as a friend.

“Well, does this girl like flowers?” you inquire, hopefully covering your sudden displeasure.

he nods, “She’s obsessed with flowers.” Great, so his crush also shared a liking of flowers. If only you had made a move on him first, considering his type of woman was either florists or borderline florists.

“Get her flowers, then. That’s a perfect way to ask someone out.” you smile, turning around and busying yourself with random items. You wish he got the hint and bothered someone else with his lady problems.

“That’s going to be perfect,” he beams. His sudden happiness feeds the green-eyed monster inside you. “What flowers should I get for her?” it almost feels belittling as he continues to annoy you with questions.

You roll your eyes while responding, “I don’t know, Quinn. It’s been a busy day and this is the last thing I want to do right now.” you avoid making eye contact with him as you trace the rim of your coffee cup with your finger.

He notices the edge to your tone. You clearly weren’t hiding the fact that you didn’t want him here. Insecurity washes through his body. What if you didn’t like him back? or even worse, what if this ruined your friendship? He pushes his negative thoughts to the back of his head, continuing on with his proposal.

He takes a deep breath, turning around and scanning the flowers displayed. One particular flower caught his eye- baby’s breath. Days ago you had mentioned your favorite flower was baby’s breath. You liked how minimalistic but stunning it was. You even went on a rant about how it was so underrated and how it clearly trumps the classic red rose. He smiled at the memory, grabbing a bouquet of baby’s breath flowers, and making his way back to the counter.

You divert your attention from your phone over to the floral Quinn held in his hand. Was he trying to make you jealous? He got your favorite flowers and was giving it to another woman? You felt pathetic and used.

You scoff as he hands it to you with a wide smile. It’s loud enough for him to hear, but he ignores it. Nonetheless, you cut, wrap, and tie the flowers as normal. Even if you were upset the flowers weren’t for you, you still had the decency to make them look nice. Silence filled the room as you handed the plants to him, sending him a half smile. “Hope she likes them.” you mumble.

Quinn thanks you, turning around and almost immediately turning back again. He holds out the flowers to you with a devilish grin.

Your eyes flutter back and forth in between him and the bouquet, “Is something wrong with them?” You ask. Confusion graces your features.

He shakes his head no, licking his lips, and speaking again, “Y/N, would you like to go out with me?” your eyes widen and mouth falls agape. He was never planning to ask another girl out, it was always you. “Ever since I met you, I thought you were the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. After getting to know you, now I know you’re not just the prettiest girl, but you’re also the funniest and most exciting girl I’ve ever met. It would mean the world if you went out with me.”

Your hands cover the toothy smile on your lips, “I’d love to go out with you, Quinny!”

[star-lacedd]

im bored on the bus so have a tangent about melanie king because i love her (spoilers ahead)

melanie’s character is so beautifully complex and tma really pulled it off so so well, especially her relationship with jon.

they didn’t ever like each other, not once in the whole podcast. BUT they were forced into a situation where they had to cooperate. neither of them liked it, but the bond they formed through their traumas was definitely a strong one. i really enjoy the fact that at the end he goes to melanie for help, and she essentially says she’d help with literally anything else except what he was asking. she knows herself and her limits by the end, but would also be willing to forgive and even be friends with jon if there was no element of supernatural danger involved.

also, a lot of her anger throughout the story is completely justified, even if her ways of expressing it are extreme- but then again, the situations she found herself in were extreme, so no one can really blame her for acting that way. melanie didn’t quite know what she was dealing with but she knew it was bad and that it needed to stop, so she tried her very best to do just that. there’s a difference between bravery and sheer hatred for a situation you’ve been forced into, but melanie displays a perfect mix of these things in different ways. especially post-impromptu-surgery by jon, her bravery is in her vulnerability. she apologizes for stabbing him, she wants to go to therapy, and she wants to help herself not be so angry- even if that anger had helped her get where she wanted to be in the past.

and her anger is through much more obvious points, ones impacted by the Slaughter- trying to poison elias, killing all of the bone thingies, stabbing jon, yelling at people to make her points. she still was taking action in attempt to better her situation.

we get to see these things mixed a bit with her cult. she definitely is not opposed to taking violent action, but we also get to see her vulnerable side more. whether it’s georgie, the admiral, or strangers she’s given shelter, she knows there’s something she can do to help, and she does it because she cares. not just because she’s angry. even when jon and martin came and she knew they could be a risk to everyone there, she tolerated their presence because she didn’t want them to die.

aaand idk i love her idk if this makes any sense, lemme know if you’d like me to continue it tho :)

if anything in here strays from cannon it’s cause it’s been a few months since i finished tma and i don’t remember everything so pls be kind 😭

[peppymintdreams]

How he wakes his partner up.

How would your loving partner wake you up in the morning

Luca

Normally:

Luca gently caresses their shoulder or traces soft circles on their arm. His voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as he says, "Hey, time to wake up, love." If they grumble, he’ll kiss their temple and chuckle softly.

In Urgency:

Luca shakes their shoulder lightly but firmly, his voice sharp but still concerned. "Babe, wake up! We’re late!" If that doesn’t work, he pulls them up and attempt to pick them up (it fails miserably he accidentally dropped you on the floor).

To Be Sweet:

Luca kisses their face—forehead, neck, nose, cheeks—while murmuring, "Good morning, beautiful," between each kiss. He brings in a cup of coffee or tea if he’s really trying to spoil them, smiling as they stir awake.

To Be an Ass:

He leans in close and loudly whispers, "WAKE UP!" right into their ear. If that fails, he’ll start tickling them, or jump on the bed or yank the blanket off, smirking like the little menace he can be. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!"

Isaac

Normally: He gently rubs their back or shoulder while softly calling their name, his voice low and tender. If they’re a deep sleeper, he might kiss their forehead or whisper something sweet to coax them awake.

In Urgency: He shakes them lightly but firmly, his voice sharp and serious. There’s no time for softness—he’ll pull the blankets off if he has to, urging them to get moving with a clear sense of urgency in his tone.

To Be Sweet: He makes their favorite breakfast and brings it to them in bed. With a playful smile, Isaac quietly sits beside them on the bed, brushing their hair out of their face and admiring how peaceful they look. He presses soft kisses to their forehead and cheeks, murmuring how much he loves them and how beautiful they are. His voice is gentle and soothing as he tells them it’s time to wake up, but he doesn’t rush them, letting them take their time as he strokes their hair or holds their hand.

To Be an Ass: He pulls the blankets off in one swift motion and opens the curtains wide, letting the sunlight stream in. Then, with a smirk, he teases, “Rise and shine, lazy pickle!” He might even tickle their feet or read his cases obnoxiously to ensure they’re up.

Andrew

Normally:

Andrew sits on the edge of the bed, brushing a hand gently over your hair. His voice is soft, calm, and soothing as he says your name, coaxing you awake with a warm, "Time to get up, my love."

In urgency:

He shakes your shoulder firmly but not roughly, his voice low and serious as he says, "Darling, wake up—now. Something’s happened." There's no room for argument, but his concern is palpable.

To be sweet:

Andrew kisses your temple, trailing soft kisses down to your jaw while murmuring, "Good morning, beautiful. Wake up before I get too tempted to keep you in bed all day."

To be an ass:

Andrew yanks the blanket off you with zero remorse, smirking as he declares, "Rise and shine! You’re wasting precious daylight!"—then dodges whatever pillow you inevitably throw at him.

Elias

Normally:

Elias typically wakes his partner up by sitting on the edge of the bed, gently nudging their shoulder or brushing their hair away from their face. His voice is soft and low, as if he’s trying not to disturb the peace of the morning. “Hey, rise and shine. I made coffee.” It’s a casual but caring gesture, and he always waits for them to stir before getting up.

In Urgency:

If it’s an emergency, Elias skips all formalities. He pulls the blankets off without warning and claps his hands loudly. “Up! Now! We gotta go!” His tone is sharp, and his adrenaline makes him borderline frantic. If they don’t immediately react, he might scoop them up and start hauling them out of bed, muttering, “No time for sleeping, let’s move!”

To Be Sweet:

On particularly soft mornings, Elias wakes his partner up by lying back down beside them, wrapping his arms around their waist, and pressing a kiss to the back of their neck or forehead. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I missed you.” He lingers, savoring the quiet moment.

To Be an Ass:

When he’s feeling mischievous, Elias goes full chaos mode. He cranks up obnoxious music on his phone or starts shaking the bed like a child having a sugar rush. “Time to wake up, sleeping beauty!” If they don’t react, he might pull out a spray bottle and spritz them lightly with water, laughing when they jolt awake. “What? You said you wanted to hydrate more!”

Xanthus

Normally:

Xanthus prefers a subtle approach. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning down to brush his cool lips across their forehead. His voice is low and smooth, a gentle “It’s time to get up, darling,” paired with a light touch to their shoulder. If they stir but don’t fully wake, he might softly tease, “Don’t make me resort to more drastic measures.”

In Urgency:

There’s no time for pleasantries. He yanks the blankets off in one swift motion, his crimson eyes glowing with intensity. “Get up. Now,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. If they don’t immediately react, he’ll grab their hand or wrist and pull them upright without hesitation, his grip firm but not painful.

To Be Sweet:

Xanthus is uncharacteristically tender in moments like these. He lies beside them, his arms curling protectively around their body. His lips brush their ear as he murmurs softly, “Good morning, my love. It’s a beautiful day, and I couldn’t bear to start it without you.” He might stroke their hair or trail kisses along their neck until they wake, his voice laced with affection as he whispers, “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

To Be an Ass:

If he’s in a mood, Xanthus skips the gentle approaches entirely. He grabs them by the ankles and drags them halfway off the bed, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips as they wake with a startled yelp. “Rise and shine,” he drawls, feigning innocence. If they glare at him, he only chuckles darkly, “What? You weren’t getting up, so I helped.”

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[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Hi, my English is not good, I hope I can express myself well. I think I saw somewhere a long time ago that the Duffer were inspired by the movie Let the right one in-2008. I am a big fan of that movie and the book, and the first time I saw ST S1 I immediately noticed parallels, even scenes and dialogues exactly the same. There are great similarities between Mike and Oskar, the boy protagonist of LTOI. Oskar is a very intelligent, lonely and very introverted boy and suffers bullying at school (at school, his bullies call him, among other things, "fag"). He meets a girl apparently the same age as him named Eli, she is very strange and is very similar to Eleven. She has superpowers. Her appearance is gender ambiguous. She is helpless and doesn't understand much about social behavior and he takes her into his house secretly from his mother, he takes care of her tenderly, he tries to give her sweets, he gives her her mother's clothes, etc. The kiss between them is strange, rushed, and In this case, it's Oskar who doesn't seem to understand what's going on, and Eli didn't kiss him romantically anyway (she was connecting the minds using their lips as a medium). Well, the most interesting thing is that Oskar loves Eli, admires her, idolizes her, and Eli knows this. She tells him “I'm not a girl” and “if I wasn't a girl, would you still like me?” and Oskar always replies that yes, he doesn't care and he would still like her. Then it's revealed that Eli's name is Elias, and she's a transgender girl… she was a boy hundreds of years ago and suffered mutilation because of an evil man. She is now a vampire. Oskar in the film shows no discomfort at this revelation regarding her gender. In the book the process of acceptance takes a little longer, he questions his sexual orientation, is ashamed, asks his school teacher about same-sex relationships… gets support from his teacher, and ends up accepting the purity of his feelings for Eli. Also in the book and the movie, comparisons are made between the two of them and Romeo and Juliet. And their ending is open ended but it is implied that Oskar will never have an ordinary life, as he will still be by Eli's side, who is a vampire. And anyway it was always noted that he is an open minded person willing to live an unconventional kind of life. I feel like the Duffer's split Eli into two people, El and Will. Here I mention some of the similarities between Will and Eli: Eli is an “undead”, a vampire, which reminds me of Will, who they call a zombie. And there is a clear contrast between the living conditions between Oskar and Eli, Oskar lives in a normal middle class home and Eli, at least outwardly, lives in poverty. Sorry if this is too messy….

I can't really comment much on this since I'm not very familiar with Let the Right One In.

But you clearly went to a lot of effort to write this, so I want to share it out. Perhaps any of my followers who are familiar with it can comment on any similarities they may have noticed themselves.

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DwQXhPe by saidtheraven_nevermore “Oh, gosh, I -- I’m so sorry, here let me -- sorry, let me help you with that,” Martin stammers, bending down to help the stranger he’d just plowed into pick up his large stack of books. He can’t believe it, was he really so lost in thought about how pretty the cover of this copy of Pride and Prejudice was that he’d rounded the corner and smashed into a random guy? “Oh, it’s quite alright. Thank you,” the random guy responds, straightening up and shifting the stack of books in his arms. He’s got a sort of “tired, grubby professor look,” that Martin secretly thinks is kind of hot. At least, he does until Mr. Professor glances at the book in Martin’s hands and sneers. “Pride and Prejudice? Really?” Words: 2355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Martin Blackwood, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, The Admiral (The Magnus Archives), Peter Lukas, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood & Melanie King, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Georgie Barker & Basira Hussain & Melanie King Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, The Admiral is the main character, Fluff and Angst, no beta we die like - oh wait I do have a beta reader, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Library, Tim and Sasha are alive and well, Jon runs a children's book club, he's a softie, Elias owns the library ew, Slow Burn, i actually have no idea what tags to add wtf, this is probably enough, yeah its fine read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DwQXhPe