#two conversations with them and then decided this was ‘better’

[meo-eiru]

Day 6 of Character Trivia Night!

For tonight we have Micah

Micah is an only child with a mother and a father

He grew up in a small town and his parents were upper-middle class in town standards

They were very religious and paid a lot of attention to always appearing proper. They wouldn't wear the same outfits two days in a row and made sure their clothes were always perfectly ironed

His dad was quite strict with him, not allowing him to play outside and crease his clothes, and made sure he attended church regularly

Micah was never really interested in playing with the other kids so he didn't particularly care about the rules

Even as a child he was aware he was prettier and smarter than most kids around, he was also very apathetic towards others. He didn't particularly care about them but enjoyed when they praised and looked up to him so kept the good boy act

His one joy was growing flowers, because unlike humans flowers are not annoying. If he takes good care of a flower it'll grow up and bloom like planned, it won't betray his plans. Its life is on his hands, if he decides to cut it it'll die, and if he decides to stop watering it it'll shrivel

His parents weren't very into the idea of him taking care of their garden but after seeing he wasn't giving up and that he actually made it look prettier they gave in

He was later on sent to the capital to further his education, joining the cathedral and quickly becoming a high priest

Even away from his parents he continued to live following their teachings. He would wear clean and well ironed clothes, he usually preferred loose fitting ones that didn't show much skin

He also started growing his hair to the possible displeasure of his father, he enjoyed taking care of it and keeping it clean. He naturally had very thick strands but his hair was still very soft

He also quite enjoying coffee, especially with some light sweets accompanying it. Thanks you that he ended up being quite good at brewing coffee and baking low sugar cakes

He was popular with men and women alike thanks to his angelic appearance and polite personality, receiving letters of affection not only from people inside the cathedral but those who simply came to visit it

Soon enough he was more well known than the actual bishop amongst the common people

He didn't really care about ranking up more and taking on the bishop role, he actually enjoyed the fact that he was better liked even as someone of lower status which made the actual bishop quite furious

He was eventually sent to work at a church in a nearby town by the bishop who did not enjoy seeing him around, not that Micah cared. The town was small but clean and well taken care of, he could just live quietly while being adored by those around

He was greeted with many cheers upon his arrival to the church, his fame traveling ahead of him

He greeted everyone and introduced himself, not caring to pay too much attention to the stuff they told him

Around his third day at the church, as he was passing by the inner garden he heard the sounds of giggling

Two nuns in training, seemingly enjoying a conversation between themselves

Micah could hear what they were talking about but somehow it all felt like blank noise, not registering. The weather was nice, he could feel a warm breeze flowing through his hair. The sunlight was just right, making his skin warm and fuzzy but not to the point of making him sweat. He could hear the chirps of birds mixing with their giggles. Everything was so nice, so nice and so clear, and Micah was just standing there. He was just standing there and looking at the nun he seemingly had never noticed before. Was the sky always so blue and full of life?

It wasn't too hard finding more about you as you were on good terms with most people around. He quickly learned that you were a faithful child of god, that your family was quite poor and that you wanted to become a nun in hopes of earning money to help your family

The day he first approached you was an exciting day for you. He's THE Micah after all, anyone would be excited. He was so nice and so easy to talk to, before you knew it you were crying about your struggles and pains as he gently hugged you

You really liked him, he would always listened to your problems so patiently and offer you solutions. With him you felt so seen

At first it started small, Micah bought you the dress you've been eyeing for so long. Then it started getting bigger, he would sometimes directly give you money, telling you to go buy whatever you need

He was like an angel, truly a good person. You thought he must be a savior sent by god to make your pains go away

And so you trusted him, how could you not? He was such a good person, and everyone knew just how good he was. And you continued trusting him when he called you to his chambers late at nights, you trusted him when he locked the door behind you, you trusted him when he was being just a bit too close for your liking

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Micah didn't care about how many weeds he had to cut off to make one flower bloom the way he wants it to bloom. At the end of the day it's the flower he wanted, and his flower has the prettiest petals when he holds it in his hands

[maretinelli]

GESTURES OF LOVE

Lando Norris X fem!reader

Summary: When Lando shows his love for his girlfriend in cute little gestures and it makes her heart warm.

Words: 4.4K+

Warnings: Loving Land, mentions of marriage, college Y/n, mentions of teen dating, cute, happy couple, and romantic story

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar, and slang errors that may be present in the story. I love making stories like this, with different situations, if you have any more ideas, please send them to me!! ❤️🇧🇷

MASTERLIST

That weekend, Y/n finally had a break from work and university. After tiring weeks, she decided to accompany Lando to a GP, taking the opportunity to spend more time with him.

Lando was beaming with her company, his smile left no doubt that he loved having her there, sharing a little of the world he loved so much.

The day seemed normal for a free practice session, but the city's weather didn't match the lively pace of the pits. The sky was dark, overcast, and the clouds threatened to collapse at any moment.

In the McLaren garage, Lando was getting ready to get into the car, checking some last details with the team. Before that, Y/n had gone out to get coffee for the two of them. She came out excited, greeting and chatting with other girlfriends of the drivers around the paddock.

Time passed too quickly as she laughed and was distracted by conversations, not realizing that the sky was getting even more overcast.

When he finally stopped at the paddock café to get his coffee, the first drops of rain began to fall. Within seconds, the water was pouring down with force, accompanied by thunder and lightning that lit up the sky.

Y/n shivered slightly at the noise, watching the storm take over the environment.

"What a crazy atmosphere, huh?" He commented, while the friendly waitress prepared the coffees.

"I don't think anyone expected this storm now." The woman laughed. "Well, at least you have some time for a hot coffee before training."

Y/n smiled in agreement, but was interrupted by the vibration of the cell phone in her pocket. When she picked up the device, she saw that it was a call from Lando. However, before she could answer, the call dropped. Then, several messages appeared on the screen:

Love💓: Where are you, darling?

Love:💓: How are you?

Love💓: Do you need anything?

She smiled at his concern before answering.

'I'm at the coffee shop! I got distracted talking to the girls and ended up taking a while, but I'm going now.'

Love💓: Stay there. I'm coming to get you.

'Lan, it's raining a lot. I'll wait a little and then come back, you don't need to get all wet.'

But he didn't even see it.

Y/n sighed, shaking her head.

No matter how much Lando said he loved her, she didn't just need to hear the words. She felt it in the small gestures, in the way he always paid attention to her, in the constant affection. And now, in the desperate way he went out to get her in the rain.

Minutes later, she saw a familiar figure walking through the paddock with an umbrella. Her eyes widened when she realized that Lando was practically soaked, even holding the umbrella.

As soon as he approached the coffee shop, Y/n came out and waited under the small balcony.

"You should have stayed inside, you crazy woman." Lando said, laughing when he saw her. "I'm here to rescue you, like a knight in armor searching for his princess in the castle."

She laughed, and when he held out his hand to help her down the two front steps, she held on tight, joining him under the umbrella.

The rain had calmed down a bit, but thunder still cut through the sky. As they walked back to the garage, Y/n held the two cups of coffee while Lando kept an arm around her shoulders, better protecting her from the rain.

"You really didn't have to come," she murmured. "I was going to come, love. Now you're all wet."

Lando smirked. "And leaving my girlfriend alone out there in the rain like this? Never."

She smiled, leaning against his shoulder as they walked together.

When they reached the garage, he dropped the umbrella in a corner and took her hand, guiding her to the pilot's room. Inside, Y/n placed the coffees on the table and began to tell him about the waitress at the coffee shop.

"She's very nice, Lan. In fact, she's studying the same course as me at university." She said, turning to look at Lando. "Of course, not at the same university because she doesn't live in Monaco." She laughed a little.

But he was busy rummaging through a suitcase until he pulled out some dry shirts and coats. Holding the pieces of clothing, he walked over to her and held them out.

"Change your clothes." He said simply. "You might catch a cold."

Y/n's eyes widened, laughing. "Lan... you're soaked! Look at you!"

In fact, he was completely soaking wet. His curls were streaming down his forehead, his McLaren papaya T-shirt looked a shade darker from the water, and a drop of rain slid down his cheek as he smiled at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He chuckled, noticing her stare. "Want a kiss?" Lando smirked.

Y/n shook her head, laughing and ignoring her boyfriend's teasing flirting. She just ruffled his slightly brown curls.

"You're the one who needs dry clothes here."

"I'll change right away," he insisted, still holding the clothes out for her.

Y/n sighed and picked up the clothes, but first asked: "Do you have any extra pieces for you too?"

Lando hesitated for a second before admitting, "No... But I'll put on the jumpsuit soon and, as soon as we get back to the hotel, we'll take a hot shower."

"Then I won't change. My clothes only have a few stains on them, and I can take off my sneakers and let them dry. You, on the other hand..."

Lando smiled and leaned closer, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. "I just want you to stay warm. I know you get cold easily."

She smiled at his affection. She sighed and accepted the clothes, but before going to change, she warned: "Okay, but when we get to the hotel, I'll be the one who will take care of you."

"Fair enough." Lando chuckled, leaning in to kiss her.

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Y/n was at university, and Lando, taking advantage of his break from racing, was at their apartment. With free time, he decided to take care of the kittens they had, unpack the suitcase from their last trip and clean the place a little so that, when she arrived, she could just relax.

While organizing some things, my cell phone vibrated with a message from her.

Amore mio❤️: Honey, I'm going to have to stay here a little longer... The teacher decided to extend today's class, since he won't be able to come next week.

'Okay, honey. Did you bring anything to eat? Or do you have your card?'

Amore mio❤️: I forgot my lunch bag on the table... But if I feel hungry, I'll buy something in the cafeteria.

Lando looked at the table and there was her small bag of snacks. He rolled his eyes, smiling. It was typical of her to forget things when she was in a hurry.

He looked at his watch. It was already past lunch time and, knowing Y/n well, he knew she wouldn't buy anything because she would be too busy studying. With an amused sigh, he picked up his bag and decided to take it to her.

Leaving the apartment, he got into his car and drove through the streets of Monaco. It was a beautiful day, with the sun reflecting off the crystal clear waters of the harbor. The narrow, charming streets were busy, but he drove calmly, lost in his own thoughts.

He and Y/n had been together since they were teenagers. They met in high school, when he still dreamed of becoming a Formula 1 driver and she was already talking about working in the health field. Since then, Lando had done small things for her—like sharing his snack when she forgot, stopping by the market after school to buy her favorite sweets, or simply giving her his coat on cold days. For him, these were simple things. For her, they were demonstrations of love that meant everything.

Upon arriving at the campus, Lando parked the car and headed to the block where Y/n's course rooms were located. She was in an area with tables and benches, laughing with her friends as they reviewed something for class.

He stopped for a moment and watched her from afar. Even when she was focused, she still found time to laugh and interact with her friends, and that made him smile. The driver had always admired the way she balanced everything with ease. Relationships, work, university, friends, home, family who lived in another country and accompanying Lando to the races when she could.

For Norris, she was definitely his superhero.

Y/n's friends soon noticed him, but didn't say anything. She, with her back to him, continued talking, oblivious to his presence. Lando approached silently and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"If you're going to scare me, forget it." Y/n grumbled before even turning around, frowning slightly.

"Apparently it worked a little." Lando chuckled.

She turned around quickly, ready to retort, but when she saw it was him, her face lit up with a smile. Without hesitation, she hugged him tightly.

“What are you doing here, Lan?"

He kissed her cheek before answering, and her friends cooed, making them both laugh. Then, he held up the bag of snacks.

"I have a special delivery for a person who forgets things."

Y/n smiled, shaking her head. "You're the best."

"I know." He winked. "But seriously, you wouldn't survive on just the breakfast and granola bars in your backpack."

"I love you, you know?" She bit her lip, knowing he was right.

"I think I can hear that again." He smiled.

Y/n laughed and pulled Lando into a kiss. Her friends cheered playfully, and he smiled into the kiss. While Y/n blushed slightly.

"Do you want to stay here for a while?" She asked as they walked away. "I still have time before my next class."

"Sure, honey." He sat down next to her on the bench and soon began chatting with his friends, whom he had known for a long time. Most of them had even studied with them in high school and had been friends since then.

While he was chatting animatedly, Y/n opened her bag to get her snack. It was then that she noticed a small note folded on top of the fruit bowls and the sandwich.

"I don't want you to go hungry because you were busy saving lives before you even graduated. Eat right, okay? I love you. Lan❤️"

Her smile grew, and her cheeks heated. She tried to hide it, but her best friend, sitting across from her, noticed it right away.

"Look who's blushing!!"

Y/n rolled her eyes but laughed.

Looking at Lando, who was still talking absentmindedly, she felt her heart warm. The love she felt for him was not just because of the time they had been together, but because of the way he always showed that he cared, in the little details. She had loved him since they were friends, and when they started dating, that feeling only grew. Every day, with every gesture, with every note, she fell more in love.

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Y/n walked into the house, taking off her shoes and letting out a tired sigh, but with an excited smile on her face.

"You won't believe what happened today!" She began, walking straight to the kitchen as Lando followed her with interest.

"Surprise me!" Lando said with a smile, leaning against the counter as he watched her open the fridge.

"The teacher just decided that he won't teach us anymore and finished all the content today!!" She explained, picking up some fruit and starting to prepare a juice.

Lando frowned. "Seems kind of unfair, doesn't it? Like, you guys have to fight to know everything in one day?"

Y/n to them.

"Basically!! But it was actually good, I had time to review a lot of things... And wouldn't you know it, the guys decided to have a competition to see who could remember the most details from the class, AND I WON!" Y/n said in a tone of voice like a child who had just received a long-awaited gift.

Lando laughed and raised an eyebrow in amazement. He loved that even though they were twenty-five, she sometimes told him the news like a six-year-old. It was one of his thousand favorite things.

"Of course you won. My favorite nerd." He joked, earning a look of mock indignation from her as he poured the juice into two glasses.

"I prefer 'a brain incredibly capable of holding everything', but thanks." She said, handing him one of the cups.

Lando chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Fair enough. And did you get anything to eat while you were out there so late?"

"Ah, so... I even stopped by the markets near the university before heading home, because I had a crazy desire to eat pistachio ice cream, but I couldn't find any." Y/n commented casually, drinking the rest of the juice and going to wash the glass.

Lando made a thoughtful sound. "Pistachio ice cream? That's a new one."

"Yeah, I saw it on Instagram and I wanted to." She said, smiling at him. "Anyway, I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we can continue yesterday's series, okay?"

"Of course, I'll wait for you on the couch." Lando replied, already imagining that that 'quickie' was far from the truth.

She leaned in to kiss his cheek, but at the last second, Lando turned his face and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Y/n giggled against his lips, but kissed him back without hesitation.

When they broke apart, she ran her fingers through his hair and murmured. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Lando smiled, but as soon as she got into the shower, an idea took hold of him. Grabbing his car keys, he left the apartment determined to find that pistachio ice cream.

He knew Y/n well enough to know that, even if she didn't give it much thought afterwards, she still wanted it. And he would do anything to see that satisfied smile on her face.

At the second market he visited, he found exactly what he was looking for. He bought three large jars and drove back home, eager to surprise her.

When she entered the apartment, she heard the sound of the wardrobe doors opening; she had probably just gotten out of the shower and was changing.

Putting two jars in the fridge, he grabbed two spoons and settled down on the sofa, putting on the series they were watching together.

From the hallway, he heard her voice as she tried to apply moisturizer to her arms.

"I swear I'll never understand why these bottles are so hard to open when your hand is wet." Y/n grumbled, focused on the task at hand as she walked to the living room.

As soon as she walked in, she found Lando smiling at her, holding a tub of ice cream out towards her.

"Look what mysteriously appeared in our apartment." He said, an amused glint in his eyes.

Y/n's eyes widened and she walked over to him, taking the spoon he held out. "You're kidding!"

Lando laugh.

"No kidding. I left while you were in the shower and found it at the market nearby."

She opened the jar and looked at it with a mixed expression of surprise and tenderness. "You flatter me too much."

"It's not my fault I like seeing you happy." Lando replied with a smirk.

Tasting the ice cream, Y/n closed her eyes in pure delight. "OMG, this is perfect!!"

Lando laughed when he saw her so pleased.

She then gave a mischievous smile. "Our future children will be the most spoiled in the world. With a father who goes out at night to buy pistachio ice cream for their mother, imagine what he will do for them."

Lando gave a thoughtful expression. "Well, if they pull their mother's leg, they'll probably convince me to do anything. I'm screwed."

Y/n laughed and leaned back against him, still enjoying every spoonful.

Lando put the episode on TV, but his attention was always on his girlfriend. He smiled every time she made a face of pleasure while eating her ice cream.

Y/n felt loved in every little gesture he made. Ever since their school days, Lando had always found ways to take care of her, even when she didn't realize she needed it.

And despite all the teasing, she knew that their future babies would be lucky because they would have a daddy as caring and helpful as the man by her side.

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Y/n and Lando had a natural way of balancing each other's differences. She loved quiet nights watching TV and baking, and he did that with her without hesitation complain. In the same way, he liked parties and events, and Y/n, even though she felt a little anxious in crowded places, made an effort to accompany him to all of them.

Lando had always been aware of her discomfort in crowds. When they went to parties, he made sure to keep one hand on her waist, making sure she felt safe, while the other held a glass.

That night, they were at a party with Max and Pietra. Y/n was talking excitedly with Pietra about a reality show they were watching, while Lando and Max talked about news from Quadrant.

When Max and Pietra left to get more drinks, Lando leaned close to Y/n's ear.

"Is everything okay?" He asked in a low tone, making sure only she could hear.

"Comfortable?"

"I am, love." She smiled reassuringly.

Lando nodded, but kept his eyes peeled for any sign of discomfort.

"Come dance with me?" Y/n asked suddenly, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Now?" Lando smiled, loving to see her letting loose.

"NOW!!" She said, pulling his hand and lightly dragging him back.

Norris chuckled, downing the rest of his drink before setting the glass down on the table and following her. He shifted his position, standing in front of her and gently holding her hand as he excused himself to a few people along the way. The last thing he wanted was for someone to bump into him.

When they reached the dance floor, a song they both knew started playing. Y/n smiled, moving her body to the rhythm of the music. Lando pulled her by the waist, moving alongside her, but his attention was focused on admiring her smile and the way her eyes sparkled.

When the song ended and a new one began, he leaned in again to speak close to her ear.

"Do you want to get some air outside?"

Y/n fixed the collar of his shirt, which was slightly up, and smiled. "Not yet. But thanks for asking."

Lando smiled back and murmured against her hair, "I'll always be here to take care of you."

And then, they went back to where they were before and found Max and Pietra, who had already returned with the drinks.

They continued to chat animatedly, but Lando remained attentive. They had a code for when Y/n needed a break—a double squeeze of his hand meant it was time to leave.

Even without her giving the signal, Lando noticed small signs of discomfort: the way she fidgeted with the strap of her dress, the way her gaze became more distant for a few seconds. Then, without needing her to ask, he leaned close to her ear.

"Come with me, just a minute."

Without question, Y/n took his hand, and he led her to a quiet terrace. As soon as she felt the cool air against her skin, she closed her eyes and smiled, taking a deep breath.

Lando hugged her from behind and kissed her neck gently. "You're doing well, love. But you don't have to stay here for me, okay? We can go anytime. I'm with you!"

She opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to look at him. "I know. But I like being with you, even if parties aren't really my thing."

The pilot smiled, warming to her words. They sat in silence for a while, watching the city lights below.

"Do you think if I let go of my glass from here it will fall straight down or fly away?"

"If you do that, I'll pretend I don't know you." Y/n raised an eyebrow.

He laughed, still hugging her. Her hands were on his, which were resting on her waist. Y/n sighed in relief, resting her head on his chest.

Lando nuzzled his face into her neck, murmuring softly.

"I love you."

She smiled, feeling her heart warm. "I know. Because I love you too!"

"I love everything about you." Lando continued. "From the first time I saw you in my class in high school, I knew you were special to me."

"We didn't even talk properly that first week." Y/n chuckled softly.

"But I knew," he insisted. "And then you stood by me at the beginning of my career, always believing in me, always supporting me. You are my peace before every race, my confidence before I get in the car. Every time you're around, I feel at home."

She blinked a few times, feeling her eyes well up. An emotional smile formed on her lips.

A lone tear ran down her face, and Lando wiped it away with his thumb.

"I love you so much." Y/n whispered. "But sometimes, I can't even put it into words..."

He kissed her forehead tenderly. "But I feel it. Because, even though you don't see it, you care for me as much as I care for you."

Y/n smiled, knowing he was right. Lando began to list little things she did without realizing it: cooking his favorite dish every time he got back from a trip, sending him motivational messages, holding his hand before races to ease his anxiety. And gosh, she learned how to make his mother's recipes so he wouldn't miss Cisca's cooking so much.

"I love you." Y/n smiles. "So much, so much, so much, and so...much!"

Lando chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss started softly, tenderly. Y/n's hands went up to the back of his neck, pulling him slightly closer. Lando deepened the kiss delicately, moving his lips against hers slowly, savoring the moment. His thumb caressed the soft skin of her face, conveying every bit of affection he felt.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers and smiled.

"Shall we go home?"

Y/n nodded, still smiling.

Lando laced his fingers through hers as they walked out, ready to spend the rest of the night on the couch with her—and, who knows, maybe with a coffee to cure both of their hangovers.

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Lando and Y/n were spending their holidays in the UK, in the city where they grew up and where their families still lived. It was a peaceful time for both of them, a time of rest and nostalgia, surrounded by the streets that held so many memories of childhood and adolescence.

On that cold afternoon, they walked hand in hand through the park that meant so much to both of them. The icy wind announced the possibility of snow in the coming days, and the smell of winter hung in the air. They were dressed in matching warm coats, and Y/n kept her hands intertwined with Lando's.

"I still can't believe I'm going into my final year of college." Y/n commented, looking at the path ahead. "It seems like yesterday that I started, and now we're already talking about the future more calmly... It's going to be good to be able to spend more time at home and eventually start working for real."

Lando looked at his girlfriend in amazement. With a soft smile, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and chuckled softly when he saw a small leaf fall on her head.

"What is it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There was a leaf on your head," the pilot replied, laughing as he removed it.

Y/n laughed too, squeezing his hand lightly before they continued walking. As they walked, they talked about the latest races, her plans for when they returned to Monaco, and even ideas for future trips.

Halfway through the journey, Lando suddenly stopped in the middle of a bridge, where the view of the park was even more beautiful. The trees swayed gently in the wind, some dry leaves fell, making the scenery even more nostalgic.

"Why did we stop?"

Lando looked at her with a gleam in his eyes. "Don't you remember this place?"

She frowned for a moment, looking around, until her eyes widened in realization.

"It was here..." She murmured, a smile growing on her lips. "It was here that you asked me to be your girlfriend."

Lando smiled and nodded, moving closer to let her closer to him. Y/n rested her hand on the railing of the bridge, admiring the view, but soon turned her gaze back to him.

Lando gently ran his hand over her cheek before speaking, "I know a lot of people say I'm taking too long to propose..." She rolled her eyes but laughed. "But I always say the boss doesn't want it right now..."

Y/n lightly slapped his chest, laughing. "Not quite!"

Lando laughed along, taking her hand again.

"I know we agreed that we would do this after you finished college." He said fondly. "So... if I ask you out again, will you accept?"

She frowned in confusion for a second, until she saw him take a small box out of his pocket. Opening it, she revealed two brand new rings.

"Yes, Lan, I accept. I always will, you know!" Y/n smiled.

"I took advantage of the fact that we're here to renew our engagement rings... because, honestly, mine is already all crooked on my finger." He joked.

Y/n laughed out loud. "Well, mine is kind of crooked too." She admitted.

Lando took her hand, sliding the old ring off and studying her for a moment before joking, "That should be considered a crime already."

Y/n laughed and did the same with his, exchanging the old rings for the new ones. When they finished, each one held the other's old ring.

"What are we going to do with these?" She asked, looking at the ring in her palm.

"We can play in the river. Like a ritual, you know? But in a cute way." Lando smirked.

"I feel bad about throwing it away..." Y/n hesitated, holding the ring carefully.

Lando cupped her face gently, looking into her eyes. "We're not throwing them away, love. They were part of our history, but now we have new ones. And in a few months, you'll have an even more special one. A brilliant engagement ring."

Y/n's eyes lit up at the idea. She smiled, feeling her heart warm.

"Okay then. Let's do this together."

They looked at each other and counted down before dropping the rings into the river at the same time. They watched for a few seconds until Lando laughed.

"Will any fish find and marry our rings?"

Y/n laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. "Well, I hope they're at least fish who really love each other."

Lando chuckled before pulling her into a passionate kiss.

The kiss started out slow and delicate, but soon became more intense and full of feelings. Lando's hands held her face tenderly, while Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips moved in unison perfect harmony, as if time had stopped for that moment. The cold around them didn't seem to matter, as there was a cozy warmth between the two.

When they pulled away, Lando rested his forehead against hers, smiling. "I love you. And I can't wait to call you my wife one day."

Months later, when they returned to the city for their mid-year vacation, Lando took her back to that same bridge. With a sparkle in his eyes and a shiny ring in his hand, he proposed, sealing another chapter of their story in the very place where it all began.

[kiwriteswords]

possible whump request 🫣 reader getting hurt during a case and having to be hospitalized and hotch feeling off the charts guilty because he feels like it’s his fault so he distances himself? ty ily

The Guilt He Holds [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 4k|| AN: Hii! Thank you for the request. I think Hotch owns the emotion of guilt more than any character I have ever read/watched before, lol. But I hope you enjoy this!

Tags/Warnings: female reader, canon typical violence, canon typical themes, blood, waterboarding, trauma, torture, guilty!hotch, established relationship, potential tbc? (this is becoming my norm because I never know when to stop), Protective and reckless Hotch, BAU Reader

Summary: After a heated argument drives you to seek some air, you are kidnapped by an unsub. This incident forces Hotch to confront his guilt and the torment of nearly losing someone he loves all over again.

As Hotch navigated the cramped corridors of the local precinct, the turmoil in his mind was as narrow as the hallways themselves.

The urgency of the ongoing manhunt clashed violently with his personal conflicts, rendering each step a testament to his barely contained frustration.

"Why are we even discussing this here, at a time like this?" he snapped, pivoting sharply to confront you, his intense gaze burning with a fervor seldom seen beyond the field.

You stood resolute, your voice tinged with frustration. "Because you keep dodging this conversation, Aaron! We need to address it if there's any hope of making this work."

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, the weight of his dual roles as a leader and a partner pressing down on him. "Look, I care about you, you know that. But we have a killer on the loose, and you want to talk about us? This is exactly why I was against this."

The precinct hummed with activity around them--the constant clatter of keyboards, the sharp ring of phones, the urgent shouts of officers updating one another. Yet, in that moment, their world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, isolated in their bubble of tension.

"I'm not trying to make things difficult," you countered, your voice a blend of pleading and defiance. "But pretending everything is fine isn't working. I need to know where we stand, especially with how closely we work together."

Hotch studied you, his expression set in stone. The risk of jeopardizing both his career and the unexpected relationship weighed heavily on him. "I'm in love with you," he confessed, the words freeing yet fraught with implications. "But I have to be realistic. What if this compromises our work? What if it affects the team?"

You crossed your arms, the hurt evident in your eyes. "And what if it doesn’t? What if we're better together in all aspects? We won’t know unless we try, Aaron."

As the tension escalated, Hotch's frustration crystallized into a biting retort. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this was a mistake--not just us, but assuming you could balance this job and a relationship without one affecting the other.” The words were harsher than intended, and he regretted them instantly.

You recoiled, shock and hurt washing over your face. Silently, you turned and stormed out of the precinct, leaving behind a stunned silence. Hotch remained frozen, haunted by the harshness of his words. He rubbed his face, torn between chasing after you and maintaining his command.

Before he could decide, the precinct door burst open. JJ rushed in, her face pale, her breath short. “Hotch!” she gasped your name, her voice laced with panic. “There’s--there’s blood outside, and her badge…” She held up your badge, smeared with blood, discovered next to a large puddle on the pavement just outside.

Hotch felt the room spin as the gravity of the situation struck him. The argument, his cruel words, and now this horror. Guilt and fear knotted in his stomach. “Show me,” he whispered hoarsely as he followed JJ outside.

Outside, the scene was grim. Fresh blood trailed off around the corner of the building. Hotch's trained eyes quickly scanned the area, piecing together the likely scenario--the unsub might have been waiting, perhaps having followed you from the precinct.

“Get a team out here now! Set up a perimeter, and get Garcia on the line. Check every camera in this area,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the turmoil inside him as he slipped back into his role as unit chief.

His mind raced with the worst possibilities. He had always feared how a relationship could complicate their work, but never like this. His last words to you, so cutting and final, echoed in his mind, haunting him with their potential finality.

“JJ, stay here with the team and coordinate the search. I’m going to check the surrounding area. He can’t have gotten far,” Hotch stated, his voice firm despite the panic gnawing at him. He couldn’t afford to freeze--not when your life hung in the balance.

Following the blood trail that marked your sudden, violent departure, Hotch’s heart pounded against his ribs, driven by fear and adrenaline. He had to find you, had to fix this monumental error. Nothing else mattered now.

As hours passed, the team noted their normally composed leader coming undone. The reality of your absence was crushing. Overwhelmed by guilt and responsibility, Hotch moved mechanically, his usual precision replaced by a haunted, distracted demeanor.

His mind replayed the harsh words he had hurled at you, growing louder with each hour that passed without news of your safety. The precinct felt heavier with his palpable guilt, casting a shadow over everyone present. They exchanged concerned glances, deeply aware of his turmoil but uncertain how to help.

Blaming himself for the argument that put you in harm's way and his failure to protect you, his torment grew. Now, potentially facing the gravest consequence, the thought that he might never rectify his mistake tormented him endlessly.

Then, Garcia's voice cracked through the tension, a beacon of urgent hope. "Hotch, you need to see this," she called out, dread coloring her tone. At her workstation, the sight that met Hotch’s eyes was a live stream of you, tied to a chair, visibly beaten, the intermittent waterboarding a grotesque display of your torment.

Hotch's reaction was immediate and fierce. Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed to furious slits, hands balled into fists, he embodied pure, unbridled rage. The team, taken aback by his intense emotion, rallied to his side, spurred into action.

"Trace it! Now!" he commanded, voice booming through the room. Garcia's fingers flew over the keyboard, tracing the digital breadcrumbs back to their source. Hotch's mind was ablaze with thoughts of rescue and retribution, focused solely on saving you, ending your suffering, and ensuring the unsub would pay dearly.

The torture worsened, and your condition visibly deteriorated on the live feed. Blood streaked across your face, each breath a struggle. Hotch gripped a chair, his knuckles white, tension radiating from him like a storm cloud.

Derek stepped up, voice calm but firm. "Hotch, man, we’re going to get her. Stay focused. You’re no good to her like this," he attempted to ground his friend in reality.

But before Derek could continue, Garcia interrupted with a vital update. "I got it! I got an address!" Her words shook with the weight of the situation.

Hotch’s expression shifted from despair to determined resolve in an instant. "Gear up; we move now!" he ordered, leading a swift charge towards the exit. The team followed, each member fueled by a blend of professional duty and a deep personal stake in your rescue.

As they loaded into the SUVs, the tension was palpable. Hotch’s mind sharpened, focused entirely on the operation. Every second was agonizing, each tick of the clock stretching into eternity as he planned each move, driven by a silent vow to bring you back safely.

As the SUV screeched to a halt outside the decrepit slaughterhouse, Hotch was already out the door, his FBI vest barely secured. The building loomed ominously, its walls echoing the horrors of its past and now, the terror of the present. Hotch didn't wait for backup or even the tactical count of three; driven by the raw urgency of your screams piercing through the silence, he charged in recklessly.

He was certain he heard Derek--maybe even Emily’s voice call after him, but he didn’t wait. He just went.

The interior was a labyrinth of dark, narrow corridors, the air thick with the stench of decay and old blood that mingled with a faint, metallic scent of fresh blood--yours. Each cry, each plea that he heard fueled him, tearing at his heart and propelling him forward with increased desperation. The sound of your distress was a siren call he couldn’t ignore, and it guided him through the twisted pathways of the building.

Turning a corner sharply, Hotch came face-to-face with the unsub. The man they had been hunting for what felt like weeks, but it only was days. He stood so much bigger--taller…larger than you. The thought and images of this man taking advantage of you…Hotch couldn’t bare to think of it anymore.

He knew what the other victims went through. He was there were some people out there who would have rathered been dead after being at the hands of this unsub. But you, you fought back as long as you could. 

The man lunged, wild-eyed and frenzied, but Hotch was fueled by a deep, seething rage that had been building since the moment he saw the live feed of your torture. He dodged the initial clumsy swing and grabbed the unsub by the collar, throwing him against the wall.

Hotch’s training was precise, but his emotions were raw and unfiltered. As the unsub struggled, striking out to fend off the attack, Hotch’s response was brutal. He unleashed a flurry of punches, each blow landing with the full weight of his fury and fear for your safety. The unsub tried to shield himself, but Hotch was relentless, driven by the vivid images of your pain that played over in his mind.

With each punch, Hotch felt a mix of satisfaction and horror at his own loss of control. The man beneath him was the source of his worst fears made manifest, and in that moment, Hotch was not just an agent of the law but an avenger, a protector whose love had been weaponized by his terror.

His fists were numb at this point--his entire body, honestly. If he had to think back on the only time he felt rage like this, it was when…it was when he found Haley. But he was too late. 

He couldn’t be too late for you. 

He couldn’t. 

The sounds of the altercation echoed through the empty spaces of the slaughterhouse, a stark and grim symphony that underscored the violence of the confrontation. Hotch’s breaths were heavy, his face splattered with the blood of the man he was punishing. It wasn’t until he heard the shouts of his team, echoing down the hall and approaching fast, that he realized how far he’d gone.

“Hotch! Hotch, stand down!” It was Derek’s voice, firm yet filled with concern, cutting through the haze of Hotch’s red-tinted vision.

He paused, his fists still raised, hovering over the now barely conscious unsub. His chest heaved, and his hands trembled with the adrenaline and aftermath of his onslaught. As his team restrained the unsub and called for medical help, Hotch stepped back, his gaze shifting around, searching for you, needing to see that you were safe, to reassure himself that there was still something left to save.

Rossi's voice barely registered as he tried to intervene, his hands reaching out to grasp Hotch's bloodied fists, an attempt to bring him back from the edge. "Hotch, wait!" he shouted, but it was too late. Hotch was already barreling through the next set of doors, his focus singular and unbreakable.

Inside the grim room, the sight that greeted him was one of stark horror and desperation. You were slumped over in a chair, your body limp with exhaustion and pain. JJ and Emily were by your side, quickly working to untie the wires that dug cruelly into your wrists, their edges slick with your blood. Each movement they made was gentle yet urgent, trying to minimize any further harm.

Hotch froze at the threshold, his heart hammering in his chest as the scene unfolded before him. The room was cold, the only sounds were your soft groans and the quiet reassurances from JJ and Emily as they freed you from your bindings. The air was thick, tinged with the iron scent of blood and the stale mustiness of abandonment.

As Hotch stepped closer, the full extent of your injuries became painfully clear. Bruises in various shades of purple and black marred your face and arms, and blood had stained your clothing. Seeing your once vibrant presence reduced to such a state unleashed a wave of guilt so intense it nearly overwhelmed him. He had seen countless victims, had steeled himself against the worst of humanity, but nothing had prepared him for the sight of you, so broken and vulnerable.

The bile rose in his throat as he approached, his steps faltering. The guilt of knowing his last words to you before this ordeal were steeped in anger and frustration made him feel responsible for every mark on your body. He felt as if he had failed you in the most fundamental way.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," JJ was saying softly as she carefully cut the last of the wire. Emily supported your weight, helping you to lean forward as the final restraint was removed.

Hotch's breath caught in his throat as you looked up, your eyes meeting his. Even through the pain and exhaustion, the relief in your gaze at seeing him was palpable. It was a look that pierced through the chaos, through the guilt and the rage, grounding him in the moment, in the necessity of being there for you now.

"I'm so sorry," he managed to choke out, the words barely a whisper as he knelt beside you, his hand hesitating before gently touching your arm, afraid of causing more pain. "I'm here now. I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner."

The room seemed to contract around him, the walls echoing back his whispered apologies. As JJ and Emily continued to tend to you, Hotch remained by your side, his presence a silent vow to protect and make amends, no matter what it took.

As the medics flooded into the dim, grimy room, their presence was clearly a blur to you, their movements too sudden and intrusive in the vulnerable state you were in. Even as they reached out to drape a safety blanket over your shoulders, your instincts kicked in--raw and frightened like a cornered animal. 

"Don't touch me!" you managed to rasp out, your voice hoarse and strained from the ordeal.

The medics paused, taken aback by the intensity of your refusal but insistent on their duty. "You need medical attention now," one of them pressed, his tone both firm and clinical.

JJ, always the nurturing presence, tried to soothe you, her voice soft and motherly. "Sweetie, they're here to help you. We need to let them do their job." Her intentions were good, but the words felt like another layer of constraint, another set of hands trying to control you.

"No! Just--just give me a minute, please," you snapped back, the room spinning slightly as you struggled to maintain some semblance of control over what was happening to you.

Caught between his role as a leader and his personal feelings, Hotch watched helplessly for a moment, torn by your evident distress. Seeing another medic reach out to touch you again, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Give her a minute!" Hotch's voice boomed through the room, authoritative and commanding, halting the medic's movements instantly.

He turned to JJ and Emily, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Can you give us the room, please?" he asked quietly, the gravity of his tone conveying the seriousness of his request.

JJ and Emily exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of concern and reluctance, but they nodded, trusting Hotch's judgment. They slowly exited the room, their steps retreating into the echo of the hollow, abandoned building.

Now alone with you, Hotch approached cautiously, his movements deliberate and gentle. He crouched down to your level, keeping a respectful distance to not overwhelm you further. His voice was soft, a stark contrast to the commanding tone he used with the others.

"Hey," he started, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might need from him. "I'm here, okay? No one's going to force you to do anything you're not ready for. We can take this as slow as you need." His gaze was steady, offering reassurance without the burden of expectation.

Your bottom lip trembled, the fear and relief mingling into a raw, vulnerable expression as your eyes locked with Hotch's. The familiarity of his presence, a stark contrast to the chaos and pain of the last hours, cracked the last of your composure. 

"Aaron," you whimpered, your voice breaking with the weight of everything you had endured. The sound of his name--the voice he feared he may never hear again--it almost completely broke whatever was left of him. 

"I know, I know," Hotch murmured gently, his voice low and soothing. Carefully, he reached for the safety blanket discarded by the medics. His movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring you felt no threat, only the promise of comfort. He unfolded the blanket with a tenderness that seemed to fill the cold, harsh space of the slaughterhouse.

With the blanket open wide, he leaned in slightly, giving you space to decide. Sensing your readiness, he gently wrapped the soft fabric around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warm embrace that felt like a shield against the harsh world. The blanket was a simple piece of fabric, but under Hotch's careful handling, it became a cocoon, offering the first touch of safety you'd felt in what seemed like forever.

As the blanket settled around you, your defenses crumbled, and you leaned into Hotch, your body instinctively seeking the reassurance of his physical presence. It was a silent plea for comfort, for a sign that it was truly over. Hotch responded without hesitation, his arms opening to receive you. You fell into him, your body heavy with exhaustion and emotional overload.

Hotch held you close, his arms strong yet gentle around you. He rested his chin on the top of your head. He didn't speak; no words were needed. His presence, the steady beat of his heart against yours, spoke volumes. 

As the ambulance doors slammed shut, Hotch took a seat beside you, his presence a silent vow of protection and support. His team had given him a nod of encouragement, understanding the personal stakes involved, and affirming his decision to accompany you. The ride to the hospital was a blur, with the sirens cutting through the bustling city noise, yet inside the ambulance, there was a bubble of strained silence.

Hotch watched every move the paramedics made, each one meticulous and aimed at stabilizing your condition. His guilt was a tangible presence in the cramped space, each bandage they wrapped, each wince you couldn't suppress, felt like a direct indictment of his failure to protect you sooner. He kept his gaze fixed on you, his eyes tracing the lines of pain etched across your face, the consequences of his decisions written on your bruised skin.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the flurry of activity intensified as medical staff quickly took over. They moved you to a triage area where the stark fluorescent lights seemed to highlight the severity of your condition. Hotch remained by your side, a silent observer to the flurry of activity. As doctors and nurses cleaned your wounds, their gentle swipes at the blood and grime felt to him like strokes of accusation, each one whispering of what had happened under his watch.

You sat through it all, the shock still enveloping you like a thick fog, your voice lost somewhere on the floor of the slaughterhouse. You were responsive only to the touch of the medical staff, a nod here, a slight move there, as they stitched up your wounds and ran a series of tests to assess the damage not immediately visible.

Hotch found himself floundering under the weight of helplessness as he watched. The hospital's antiseptic smell, the constant beeping of machines monitoring vital signs, and the soft murmurs of the medical staff discussing your condition, all seemed to echo in the hollow space of guilt inside him. Each stitch they placed was a reminder of every moment you had spent waiting for rescue, every moment he had failed to prevent your ordeal.

Amid the clinical detachment of reports and assessments, Hotch felt an overwhelming need to do something, say something that could bridge the gulf of trauma and guilt between you. But the words were lodged in his throat, stifled by the realization that no apology could undo the pain you endured, no words could erase the scars that would mark this day. 

So, he stayed, his hand finding yours, a silent communicator of his commitment and remorse, hoping that his presence could offer a sliver of comfort in the sterile, cold environment of the hospital.

The doctor motioned for Hotch to step into the hallway, a request he followed with a sense of dread tightening in his chest. The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor cast a stark glow, making the seriousness of the conversation even more palpable.

"Your partner will need extensive care, both physically and emotionally," the doctor began, his tone professional yet empathetic. "The trauma she's experienced is significant. It's clear she's been deeply affected by what happened."

Hotch nodded, his expression grave. He knew the road to recovery would be long and fraught with challenges, but hearing it so plainly stated by the doctor hammered home the reality of the situation.

"We'd normally recommend a 24-hour psychiatric evaluation under these circumstances to better understand her needs and ensure her safety," the doctor continued. "However, given your relationship and her response to your presence, it seems she might benefit more immediately from familiar support."

Hotch felt a mixture of relief and immense responsibility at the doctor's words. The idea that his presence could offer you some measure of comfort, that he could play a direct role in your recovery, gave him a focused purpose amid the swirling guilt.

"If you’re willing, your support could be crucial right now," the doctor added. "She’s clearly traumatized, and having someone she trusts by her side can make a significant difference in how she copes with these initial hours."

"I'll be here. Whatever she needs," Hotch affirmed without hesitation. The decision was simple in his mind; there was nowhere else he would be, no other role he would rather fill than to be there for you, to try and mend the sense of safety that had been so violently torn away.

The doctor nodded, seeming satisfied with his commitment. "I’ll arrange for a comfortable environment where you can stay with her. We’ll still need to monitor her closely and start working on a treatment plan that addresses both her physical injuries and psychological trauma."

"Thank you, doctor. I appreciate everything you’re doing," Hotch said, his tone sincere. The gratitude he felt for the medical team's efforts was profound, though shadowed by the ongoing concern for your well-being.

With the Unsub in custody and your discharge papers signed, the BAU could take you back home from the case.

As the jet sliced through the skies on the way back home, the interior was filled with a subdued silence. The rest of the team made quiet, gentle attempts to comfort you, but you remained mostly silent, your eyes closed, seemingly retreating into a cocoon of solitude. 

Despite the hum of the engines and the occasional murmurs from the team, the atmosphere was heavy, laden with concern for you and the unspoken tensions of the recent ordeal.

Hotch sat stiffly in his seat, his gaze intermittently shifting from the reports in his hands to where you rested across the jet.

He wasn't in his clear mind to be doing bureaucratic paperwork, but here he was, acting like a coward, afraid to face your reaction to the events he felt he caused.

Each glance was a mixture of concern and self-reproach. The harsh words he had hurled at you before your abduction haunted him, echoing in his mind with relentless persistence.

He was wracked with guilt, convinced that his actions had somehow contributed to the horror you endured, fearing that you would see him now as part of the nightmare rather than a source of safety.

Emily, observant and intuitive, noticed Hotch's troubled demeanor and the distance he maintained. She approached him quietly, her expression serious. "You need to knock it off and go sit with her," she urged, nodding subtly towards you.

Hotch looked up, his frown deepening, a mix of defensiveness and confusion in his eyes. Emily didn’t flinch; she held his gaze steadily. "Right now, I don’t care that you’re the boss, Hotch. She needs you, and you need to make things right."

He opened his mouth to protest, perhaps to say that his presence might not be what you needed, but Emily continued, her voice firm yet filled with compassion. "Look at her, Hotch. She looks broken and shouldn’t be alone. Whatever happened before, whatever was said--it doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you’re there for her when she wakes up."

Her words cut through his hesitation like a knife. Hotch knew Emily was right; his role as a leader was not just to command but to care, to mend the fissures that trauma had wrought in the team, especially in you.

Taking a deep breath, Hotch stood up, his resolve firming. He moved across the cabin, taking a seat beside you. As he sat down, the proximity to you, the sound of your quiet breathing, brought an aching mix of relief and renewed guilt. He watched you, your features relaxed in sleep but still reflecting the shadows of recent pain.

Gently, almost hesitantly, he reached out to take your hand, his touch tentative as if testing whether his presence was welcome. His other hand brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, a gesture tender and protective.

When you finally opened your eyes, the weight of the entire ordeal reflected in your gaze, Hotch braced himself for any reaction--hurt, anger, or worse, disgust. However, what he saw instead was relief, a softening around your eyes that eased some of the heavy guilt anchoring his heart.

Sensing your need for comfort, Hotch tentatively opened his arms, an unspoken invitation for closeness. With a small, almost imperceptible nod, you moved closer and cuddled into his side on the jet's couch. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you gently against him, providing a warmth and security that only his presence could offer.

As you settled against him, a quiet sigh escaped you, one that spoke of burdens shared and the beginning of healing. Hotch's heart responded with a surge of protectiveness and affection, his own relief mirroring yours.

In that moment, with the quiet drone of the jet’s engines in the background and the softness of your presence beside him, Hotch felt a profound clarity.

The rest of the team, ever observant, watched this quiet exchange with a mixture of contentment and happiness.

It was more than just seeing one of their own safe; it was witnessing a bond reaffirmed under the harshest of tests. Their expressions held smiles of gentle approval, knowing too well the challenges both of you faced, both personally and as part of the team.

Hotch, holding you close, felt a deep-seated realization settle within him.

Despite the complications and potential risks of intertwining work and personal lives, being together and supporting each other was infinitely better than being apart.

The love that he had tried to compartmentalize away from his professional duties was not a vulnerability but a strength, a cornerstone for both of you to lean on in times of crisis.

Conversations would come later, but for now? This would do.

[deathofacupid]

a/n: in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.

gojo x bimbo!reader. gojo lives for your bimbo energy. he's a chaos god in his own right, so your shared love of all things sparkly, frivolous, and utterly extra is a match made in heaven. he showers you with designer everything, not just because he's rich, but because he genuinely enjoys seeing you light up over a new lip gloss or a ridiculously fluffy keychain. he'll even indulge your more… interesting fashion choices, like that time you decided to bedazzle his sunglasses. he secretly thought they looked better that way. and when you get all flustered and confused trying to explain something, he finds it absolutely adorable. he'll tease you relentlessly, of course, but it's all in good fun. he's got a whole folder of pictures of you making silly faces.

geto x bimbo!reader. geto and you are the ultimate self-care duo. face masks, bubble baths, the latest celebrity gossip magazines – you're both obsessed. he genuinely enjoys the pampering just as much as you do. he'll even help you pick out the perfect shade of nail polish, offering surprisingly insightful opinions. your girly nights are legendary, filled with laughter, whispered secrets, and an endless supply of snacks. he appreciates your positive energy and how you always manage to find the silver lining, even when things get tough. plus, he's not going to lie, seeing you look absolutely stunning always makes his heart skip a beat.

nanami x bimbo!reader. nanami, the epitome of logic and reason, is utterly charmed by your… unique way of thinking. he finds your questions baffling sometimes, but he never dismisses them. he patiently explains complex concepts, breaking them down into bite-sized pieces until you (sort of) understand. he's secretly fascinated by how your brain works, or rather, how it doesn't work in the way he expects. he'd never admit it, but he finds your naiveté refreshing. and that little furrow in your brow when you're concentrating? absolutely melts him.

choso x bimbo!reader. you and choso are two peas in a pod, blissfully unaware of… well, most things. you share a profound connection based on mutual confusion and a love of all things cute and cuddly. you spend your days making flower crowns, trying (and failing) to bake elaborate cakes, and having deep conversations about the meaning of life (which usually devolve into giggling fits). he's your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up, even when you've just tripped over your own feet for the fifth time. together, you navigate the world with a combination of optimism and sheer dumb luck, somehow always landing on your feet.

toji x bimbo!reader. toji is completely baffled by you. he can't understand how someone can be so… oblivious. but your cluelessness is also strangely endearing. he'd never admit it, but he finds your reactions when you're confused hilarious. he'll watch you struggle with something simple for a while before finally taking pity and helping you out, all while trying to maintain his grumpy facade. he's also strangely protective of you, even though he'd probably deny it if asked. and he definitely, definitely wouldn't admit that he secretly finds your "pink puppy" look adorable.

sukuna x bimbo!reader. sukuna, the king of curses, has become your personal dress-up dummy. you have an endless supply of bows, ribbons, and other sparkly accessories, and he's your favorite subject. he tolerates it (mostly) because, well, you're surprisingly persistent, and he finds your enthusiasm nice. he might even find a tiny bit of amusement in it. he'd never admit that he secretly enjoys the attention. he just rolls his eyes and lets you have your fun, knowing that eventually, you'll get bored and move on to something else. he's learned to strategically place things so that the bows don't actually impede his movements too much.

[ready-to-read7]

Prompt #10

(Okay it’s not often when I find Danny interacting with the superfamily I’m not saying it’s rare is just difficult for me to find for some reason, and I know this wouldn’t make sense story wise since Maddie was the one who grew up in a small town/farming town but I would like to think Jack being the biological son of the kents would be like incredible)

Jack Kent was a large and rambunctious boy who loved his family deeply, so when his parents one morning entered the dining room with a  baby boy in their hands he was over the moon, he spend every moment bonding with his new baby brother, and was even more happy to learn that his brother was like him, un-humanly strong.

But years later after what happened to Vlad he felt horrible for what happened he blamed himself for some reason ( I honestly do not know how Vlad became ½ ghost besides the fact that it happened in college or  University)  so when he was old enough he moved and lost contact with his family since he did not want his parents or  baby brother have to deal with the insanity that happens with his research they were obviously invited to his wedding but that happened before he lost contact with them.

Years later Jack is happy, Danny had told him about the accident in the lab and that he  became half ghost, he was  devastated to learn that he had been hunting his own son but he did his best to make up for it and to learn that he technically had two more kids made him even happier,  he was obviously furious with Vlad how could he do this, how could he hurt his son but he was happy about the existence of dani/ Elly. and learning that there was an evil alternate future  version of his son trying to reform but needed a physical body was surprising but gosh damn that was still his son and  he was going to help. And by stealing a bit of Vlad’s technology they were able to make a slightly altered and older body for dan.

So now Jack and Maddie had jazz, Dante/ dan, Danny and Elly, and he couldn’t be happier with his family but there was something that could make it better, something he could do so for the first time in years he decided to call his parents.

Martha was ecstatic to hear from her eldest again it had been so many years and she never truly knew exactly why he lost contact with them, but here he was on the other side of the phone calling her she almost broke out in tears, they had a long conversation about how  Jack was sorry for losing contact and about the reason he did, Martha was being quiet and listening and giving reassurances but her calm attitude immediately disappeared when  Jack mentioned his kids she immediately wanted to know how many, the genders and everything, Jack obviously didn’t want  to go in  to them more specific details on two of the kids so Jack avoided those topics, but he would tell enthusiastically about each of his kids, by the end they would arrange a day for Jack and his family to come visit and Martha would tell Jack that she would also call his younger brother to bring his family so that they could reunite more  specifically planned a little surprise dinner so they can surprise Clark.

[allertonhoe]

A2 + A5 with rafe please, a bit of angst then fluff at the end !!! also congratulations on 500 !!

thank you!!! hope you enjoy ☺️☺️ really had fun writing this one!!!

prompts: "Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry" + "Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything"

content warnings: 18+ MDNI, original afab!reader, men being men/being gross about women

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It was humiliating to say the least. You knew that being Rafe Cameron's girlfriend wasn't always the easiest task. There were expectations of you, one of them being that you had to accompany him to fancy Kook soirées. But tonight, you'd gotten pushed too far.

"Come on," he complained, banging against the locked guest room door. "Please just talk to me. I know I fucked up."

It hadn't been anything out of the ordinary, another obligatory appearance among Figure 8's upper echelon since he was now running Cameron Development. Hanging off Rafe's arm with a cordial smile as he faked his way through small talk with important clients and investors.

At one point, the two of you split off from each other. Being wrangled by one of the other trophy girlfriends to gossip over drinks and 'leave the men to their business,' whatever that meant—something you'd learn very soon. Eventually excusing yourself to the bathroom, you became distracted as you strolled past the billiards room and noticed it was buzzing in conversation.

"Is she that good, Cameron?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you only keep a girl like that around for one reason."

Your jaw dropped at the sexist declaration, especially when you knew there was a good chance this person had probably acted the complete opposite less towards you than an hour ago when Rafe was by your side. It's not that you were ignorant to that type of behavior in these settings, you'd just never heard it so explicitly. 

This was part of why you loved Rafe, though. He was headstrong and fiercely protective of the things that were important to him, which included you. He had a reputation for having a dangerously short fuse, a trait you were appreciative of in this moment. But that wasn't the response you heard at all.

"Seriously, dude? You should brag about your girl more. The stories I've heard-"

"Shut up, Topper."

"No, no. I mean it as, like, a good thing. Those two have the freakiest sex. The stories I've heard. Tell them about that thing she can do when she puts her legs over her-"

"Damn, Rafe. And you aren't sharing any of the dirty details with the rest of us? That's cold, man..."

"My girl's just amazing; what can I say?"

"Enjoy that while it lasts. I wish my wife was still eager and willing like that. Didn't talk back yet, just did whatever I told her because she wanted to keep me around. Made sure I was taken care of like your girl still does, if you know what I mean."

The group of businessmen laughed boisterously as they proceeded with their banter, while your supposed knight-in-shining-armour stood along with them. Actually clinking his glass with the man's who made that comment, not even attempting to clear your name.

Your mind raced as you helplessly watched the scene unfold in front of you. Usually the two of you were on the same page, but right now you could barely recognized your boyfriend. Why didn't he confront them at all? Was he embarrassed over you? 

Your clutch fell from your hand, making your presence known as it hit the ground. Not daring to shift your regard back to the room full of local moguls, their conversation stilling there. Rushing to pick it up and return to the group of naive women you were seemingly better off with, but hearing a familiar set of footsteps follow behind you.

At first, Rafe tried explaining himself a few times. So you stubbornly shut him out and did what you apparently did best—blindly follow his lead like a doting puppy. Getting knowing looks from the same snobby men he’d just been chatting with as he quickly decided it was time to make his exit, your rage not going unnoticed.

Your silence prevailed throughout the car ride home despite his continued attempts to apologize, not sparing him a glance as you stormed into the house and up to one of the guest bedrooms. Locking the door behind you as the disparaging remarks swirled through your brain.

"Baby, let me in," he reiterates desperately.

He kept pounding on the door and you kept ignoring him, not in any mood to spend the rest of the evening rehashing your unsettled conflict. Becoming startled when it suddenly stopped after a few minutes, the quiet only worrying you knowing your boyfriend's unpredictable temper.

And then, in his irrational fashion, the thick wood broke off its hinges like it was no big deal. Barreling into the formerly tranquil room, brushing a hand through his hair dramatically as he caught his breath. Feeling a little resentful that he decided to channel his frustration into that outrageous display instead of actually backing you up earlier. 

"Are you fucking serious?" You grill him, not hiding how unimpressed you were.

"What?" He counters, glancing at the wreckage and waving it off. "Don't worry about that."

You just rolled your eyes, diverting your attention from him as resentment crept back up on you. A tear rolling down your cheek as you remembered why you were in here, avoiding him, in the first place. Rafe kneeling down to bring himself to your level, his thumb wiping it off your skin. 

"Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry." He whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry. You know how the guys can be..."

"It's not that, Rafe. You didn't come to my defense at all when they were all objectifying me. I thought I meant more to you than that..." You detail with disappointment. "I'm just... I'm tired. It's been a long night. I'm gonna sleep in here, or one of the rooms that has a door attached."

"No, baby. Let me make it up to you," he contends further.

Not having any more energy to keep scolding him, you slipped under the covers and got as comfortable as you were able to without changing out of your cocktail dress or taking off your makeup. Feeling a dip at the bottom of the mattress, Rafe reaching out and caressing the shape of your silhouette.

"Yell, scream, say something..." he begs weakly, his voice breaking and barely a whisper as he finished his plea. "Anything..."

He crawled across the bed, lying behind you and placing his arms over your torso. Pulling you as close as he was able to with the comforter still separating your bodies. Shutting your eyes momentarily as you basked in the calm you'd been craving all night.

"I'm so sorry, baby... I should've told them to knock it off, but it's complicated with these guys. They're some of my dad's oldest clients. I can't just lose my shit on them, as much as I might want to." He justifies to you. "Please... I'll let you do whatever you want..."

As he waited for your answer, he moved your hair off the back of your neck and started pecking across the flesh. Pressing delicate, wanton kisses before stopping at your shoulder and resting his chin there, leaving one last chaste peck on your cheek. Trying your absolute best not to give in to his persuasive tactics. 

"Whatever I want?" you echo, catching his grin reappear as your discomfort faded.

"Anything," he coos, prompting you to turn over to face him properly.

"You're definitely gonna regret that," you threaten playfully. 

"Yeah?" he mutters, squeezing your waist possessively.

"Mhmm..." You hum, capturing his lips with yours. Rafe tangling his tongue with your own as he took over control and spent the rest of the evening helping you forget about the disastrous gala.

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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.

[izels-writing]

j. potter — how forever feels! [2/?]

Pairing: james potter x fem!hopelessromantic!reader

Summary: the stars have aligned and you and james’ futures have aligned.

Warning: fake dating trope!!, socially anxious reader, slightly ooc james, slightly teeniest bit rushed but not rlly, LET ME KNOW IF I MISS SOMETHING!!

a/n: sorry for the slow updates my loves, i had a family member pass. but here i am and here’s part 2!!

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it had been a few weeks since you and james had made your deal. so far, all the two of you had really accomplished was everyone thinking james needed help with herbology and muggle studies—which, truthfully, he did.

"i feel like it's been long enough," james commented as he followed you around the library. you were currently choosing out books to help him actually study, while he carried most of the books.

"yeah, i suppose it has," you shrugged. "better now then never,"

"then," he grinned, putting the books down on a nearby table. "y/n, will you do me the honor of being my fake girlfriend?" he asked, getting down on one knee.

"i absolutely will," you grinned, placing a hand on his cheek. he noticed someone nearby and subtly pointed it out to you. you looked briefly and subtly and noticed carlota wilkins, the school gossip, watching you both—though she didn't seem to be in earshot.

"perfect timing," you smiled. like you two had discussed, he leaned close and cupped your face, covering where your lips would actually be touching. but like he had agreed, he pretended to kiss your lips and actually kissed your cheek. you both smiled adoringly at each other when you pulled away, looking to see that carlota had quickly scurried off.

"so, how should we do this? you'll walk me to classes, wait for me outside? have meals together?" you whispered. he nodded.

"and, with any luck, news of our passionate, bookish love story will have circulated the castle by then," he smirked at you. he grabbed the books you had picked out and both of you walked back to the table where all your stuff had been laid out.

after an hour of studying, you two decided to head for dinner. as far as you were aware, nothing had been around the school. matter of fact, you were sure this dinner was the first time many would see you and james even interact.

"hold my hand," he whispered to you, holding out his hand. you gripped his hand, finding it slightly bigger than yours and much softer. it was clear the boy hadnt grown calluses from quidditch, and if he had, he took care well.

he intertwined your hands, walking close to you as you two conversed normally. as the weeks had passed, you found you actually enjoyed the boy's company—even despite his stark difference in personality to you.

"do you want to do the thing you mentioned?" he asked before you entered the great hall.

"what thing?" you asked dumbfounded.

"that thing with the cleaning my glasses," he reminded.

you'd mentioned it so long ago, you didn't realize he'd remember it. in fact, you were sure at the time that he wasn't even listening.

you smiled. "yes, please," you pleaded.

"fine, we'll do it. but you better not dirty them," he warned jokingly.

"i'm not sure i could do any worse than they are now," you replied sarcastically.

"think your funny, do you?" he asked with a playful glare.

"i think i'm hilarious," you replied with a grin.

as you walked into the great hall, hands intertwined, it caught the attention of many near you. it lead to various whispers circulating the great hall, and for a moment, you almost felt embarrassed. that was until you noticed james and saw he wasn't looking at them, he was looking at you, expecting you to do what the two of you had planned.

"i feel weird now," you whispered.

"don't pay any mind to them, just do it," he encouraged.

you nodded with a small smile and grabbed his glasses, cleaning them briefly on your shirt. as you looked through them to judge the cleanness, you realized how bad james' eyesight really was.

"merlin, you're as blind as a bat," you blurted quietly.

"how romantic," he replied lowly. you rolled your eyes playfully.

once you seemed it clean enough, you slid the glasses back onto his face gently and fixed his hair. unbeknownst to you, james struggled to not lean into your soft touch. it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

then he did something spontaneous, but not entirely a bad idea. he wrapped his arms around your waist in a brief  embrace and kissed your cheek. caught off guard, you laughed happily.

"good idea," you mumbled to him, staring into his eyes to really sell the adoring, cheesy feel of the new relationship. as far as anyone knew, this could've been going on for some time.

then, you and james made your way over to his friends. you'd only really met them once before, sharing a couple notes of conversation at a party—mostly with remus. before you could sit down, you told james you'd be back and ran off to explain to your friends—benjamin and b/f/n.

"hey guys, sorry, i'm having dinner with james today. but i'll sit with you guys tomorrow at breakfast," you smiled softly.

“sounds good!” your best friend smiled. but benjamin was frowning.

“you always sit with us for dinner? since when are you and potter a thing?” benjamin asked pointedly.

“well, it sorta just happened,” you shrugged. “he received my letter and we started talking and, well, the rest is history,”

“who knew you had a hard on for the gryffindor king of quidditch?” your best friend teased. “how far have you two gotten? have you kissed?!”

“no, we’re taking things slow, and if we do kiss, it will be private,” you reminded her.

“ugh, you’re not fun,” she chuckled. “very well, go have dinner with your boy toy, i’ll see you at the dorms,”

you nodded and walked off with a small smile, ignoring benjamin’s frown and glaring at james. what did he care? he wasn’t your boyfriend, much less your keeper. you quickly made your way over to james, who scooted to make a place beside him. he wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled at you before turning to his friends.

“lads, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” james smiled. “y/n, this is remus, sirius, and peter,”

they all looked confused but not surprised. james had mentioned you loads of times before, considering you were ‘tutoring him’. they just weren’t sure when that blossomed into this relationship.

“it’s nice to meet you all, i’ve heard a lot about you,” you smiled, extending your hand to each of them.

“nice to meet you too,” remus smiled, being the first to shake your hand. sirius and peter followed suit with a smile.

you smiled. “is it alright if i sit with you? i know it’s a bit unexpected,” you asked, though you knew the answer.

“any girlfriend of james’ is a friend of ours,” peter replied kindly.

“but just so you know, i was here first and you are not taking our date nights,” sirius said playfully.

you nodded. “absolutely, i know my place,” you joked back.

“perfect,” sirius winked.

——

a month had passed since you and james had officially revealed your relationship to the school. many different students had come up to you, striking a conversation as though you were long time friends, mainly because they were acquaintances of james. those who didn’t come up to talk to you—they just stared. it was nerve wracking to say the least.

on the brighter side, you were becoming much closer friends with james’ friends.

“no! there’s no way you actually believe that!” you laughed, shaking your head at sirius.

“think about it! eugenia jenkins has to be a secret muggle!” sirius replied.

“remus, please tell me you don’t actually entertain this,” you laughed.

“i stopped listening to sirius a long time ago, i just nod and say, ‘yes, love,’” remus grinned.

“you two are unbelievable,” sirius pouted.

“so, james, first game on saturday, how are we feeling?” peter asked, rolling his eyes at you and sirius’ debate on conspiracy theories playfully.

james cleared his throat, looking away from where he was staring—which was directly at a redhead with piercing emerald eyes—and looked at peter. he sighed.

“nervous as hell, i mean this is my first game as captain—what if my team screws up?” he confessed to you all.

“i’m sure you’ll do fine,” you replied kindly. “you’re one of the best quidditch players ever,”

“and she’s not just saying that because she’s your girlfriend,” remus interjected.

“no, i’m not,” you laughed, forgetting momentarily that james’ friends actually believed you were together. “you give your all to these games, you’ll do perfectly,”

“thank you, y/n,” he grinned. he then glanced around, both of you noticing that lily’s eyes had wandered to the both of you, and kissed your cheek.

peter scrunched his nose. “ew, keep it in your pants, potter,”

you and james laughed.

——

the first game had finally arrived and you felt like an idiot. it wasn’t that you felt embarrassed about james, there was nothing to be embarrassed about—he was your ‘boyfriend’. however, public displays of affection were not your thing. much less anything that could draw attention to you in general.

you put your hair up in a half-up do, perfecting the stray hairs and fixing your makeup thousands of times. then you turned around, picking up the old jersey james had lent you and slipping it on over your long sleeve shirt. it fit slightly baggy, but not overly big. you turned, your back facing the mirror as you glanced at the letters sprawled across the back with the number 07 below it.

“ooooo! you look so cute!” your best friend exclaimed as she walked into your shared dorm. she smiled happily at the sight of your wearing the jersey.

“thank you,” you chuckled, your cheeks heating up to a light pink. “it isn’t too much?”

“no! are you kidding?! you look like a supportive girlfriend,” your best friend encouraged. “benjamin would never do anything like that for me,”

your best friend was also on the quidditch team, but benjamin had never worn her jersey as he found it embarrassing. he and your best friend had also been having issues for the last two weeks, about what, you weren’t sure. your best friend wasn’t ready to share it with you yet and you weren’t going to push.

“how is that going by the way?” you asked, smiling gently at her.

“it’s fine, just a rough patch i guess,” she shrugged. “anyway, you should get down to the pitch, i heard lily evans is going down to give the team cookies she baked,”

“okay?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

your best friend gave you a bewildered look. “you haven’t heard?! she has a crush on james! she’s going to try to seduce your man—with cookies!”

you then remembered, you and james are supposed to be dating. except it wasn’t that hard to remember, because when she mentioned the crush lily had on james—for a split moment, you felt jealously pull at your heart strings.

“well i suppose i should wish him luck before the game,” you nodded, before grabbing your gift for james and heading out the door.

it had been a spontaneous buy, seeing it in the daily prophet and noticing the way james kept looking at it. you decided, as a fake girlfriend, maybe it’d be a nice gesture to buy him something he’d like.

within minutes you had reached the quidditch locker room, finding the entrance much easier than you’d expected. you quickly entered, faced with different boys and girls changing. thankfully, none seemed to be annoyed with your presence—just indifferent.

you spotted lily by the corner of the room, waiting for everyone to finish up changing—noticing that she was subtly ogling james as he changed his shirt. you weren’t entirely sure what to do. james wanted lily’s attention, so what do you do now that he has it?

but, you did still have a gift for him…

“hey, j,” you smiled, walking over to him. he smiled at you, and for the first time ever, he didn’t check to see if lily was around—he just kissed your cheek.

“hello, pretty lady,” he grinned. “what’re you doing here?”

“just wishing you luck,” you replied with a small smile. “and i brought you something,”

you held out the small box to him, waiting for him to take it. he did and smiled, looking confused as he opened it, but when he did he smiled widely. as he pulled the broomstick pendant of the box, he marveled at it.

“wow, this is…incredible, thank you,” he whispered, pulling you in for a hug—forgetting that he was still shirtless. you didn’t mind.

you hugged him back and smiled, “of course. i know you’ve been talking about wanting a lucky charm, i figured this could be it,”

“thank you, i’ve never had anyone do something like this before,” james grinned.

“it’s what friends do,” you whispered in his ear, ruffling his hair. his smile faltered a bit before nodding.

“of course,” he chuckled. except you could feel that something in him had changed.

“you alright?” you asked.

“yeah just nervous i suppose,” he chuckled. “but i hope my girl will be in the stands watching me,”

“you know it,” you smiled, punching his arm playfully.

“i see you have the jersey on, looks cute on you—I don’t know anyone who could wear it as nicely as you,” he complimented. “course, except for me,”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “thank you, i just feel weird. like i’m drawing attention to myself,”

“attention you’ve drawn to yourself is the best kind to receive,” he grinned. “alright, i’ll see you after the game i have to give my pep talk now,”

“alright, see you,” you smiled. and before you could turn, he grabbed your wrist and kissed your cheek again, leading for you in turn to kiss him back on the cheek.

“you’re going to do great,” you reminded, placing a hand on his cheek before finally leaving the locker rooms.

with a big smile on your face.

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

do you know what sucks

whether you like it or not, Ben's chemistry with Darius in the first episodes of CT season 1 (and later too! the wink in season 2??? hello???) is so freaking good.

Like. I wasn't a benrius person in CC but when I saw these two during the "road trip" at the beginning of Choas Theory????? I was ready to invite myself to their wedding. I remember watching the first two or three episodes (before Ben said that he had a girlfriend from "yyy, Europe") and I was sure, absolutely certain, that the show was setting them up – their conversations, the way they looked at each other? It all looked like a build-up for a romantic development. It even vaguely reminded me of how Kenji was pining after Brooklynn in CC season 4. I was so sure that at some point we would hear romantic music playing in the distance.

"But friends can be close like that too."

Bro, I would die for my best friend, and we are both so gay, lord help us, but I don't gaze at them lovingly and longingly while they fall asleep.

And it really sucks a lot because if Ben's girlfriend turns out to be real, the benrius in CT is just... they have so much wasted potential. Like, after rewatching CC, I still don't see them as a couple in CC. In CT however?? Their chemistry, their interactions, their behavior... everything just clicks. I really think that they could work really well as a couple. And I think that the setup is pretty neat too... Idk... so much wasted potential there you know...

In my wildest dreams, I think: ok, maybe Darius will be heartbroken after Brooklynn (who decides that for now she will be better on her own), and Ben's gf will turn out to be a catfish and somehow these two will end up together but even I can see that it may just a be a bit of a stretch.

[slut4christopherr]

— THE PARTY —

part 6…(all other parts pinned on my blog 💓)

a/n: ive decided to turn my caps on because it looks sm better 😭

warnings: arguing/angst, swearing, yelling, a tiny bit of smut (if i forgot any then lmk please!)

summary: you and Chris had gotten steamy in the hotel room. until Matt knocks on the door.

chris talking = orange

matt talking = blue

reader talking = pink

Chris’s smirk widens, his hand moving lower, fingers tracing circles on your hipbone.

“You’re starting to convince me…”

He says, stepping closer to you.

“But I don’t wanna piss off Matt any more than I already have…”

His lips find their way to your neck, kissing and biting gently, sending shivers down your spine. His hands continue to roam your body, moving lower, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

“But then again…”

He murmurs against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.

“I’ve never been good at following rules…”

Your heart races, knowing exactly where this is headed. The growing erection in his pants. His tone. The way his breath grew raggedy and heavy. You. Knew.

His body presses fully against yours, his growing erection now impossible to ignore. He nips at your earlobe, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

“I suppose a few extra minutes wouldn’t hurt…”

Suddenly..

*BANG BANG BANG*

Matt’s voice comes through the door quietly.

“Dude, cmon!”

Chris lets out a frustrated groan as he hears Matt’s knock at the door.

“Damn it, why now?”

He mutters, his eyes locking back onto yours, his expression torn.

Chris raises his voice a bit so Matt can hear him.

“Jus’ a minute dude!”

You sigh, feeling frustrated. You wanted to stay in the hotel room with Chris. But at the same time you couldn’t. Something was holding you back. Something way bigger than you. Maybe it’s because it’s Matt’s brother. Finally, you find your voice.

“Chris, we should just go..”

Chris takes a deep breath, clearly not thrilled about the idea of leaving the comfortable solitude of the hotel room, but nods reluctantly.

“You’re right…”

He mutters, stepping back from you, his hands falling away from your body.

“Let’s go see what my dumbass brother wants.”

A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He moves towards the door, you not far behind, his expression neutral, and opens it, revealing Matt standing outside.

“What is it?”

He asks, his voice clearly edged with irritation.

Matt’s eyes flick between the two of you, noticing how close you are standing to each other.

His expression hardens as he eyes his brother, knowing exactly why he didn’t want to come see him straight away.

“Can I talk to you outside for a sec Chris?”

He asks curtly.

Chris glances back at you, clearly not wanting to leave your side.

“It’s fine, just go, I’ll wait here.”

He nods, reluctantly, and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

The door shuts, leaving you to wait inside, curiosity stirring as you wonder what they're talking about. You can hear snippets of the conversation outside, but nothing clear enough to understand what's being said.

The conversation outside grows more and more heated as the minutes pass. Matt’s voice is stern and authoritative, while Chris’s voice remains defiant and irritated. You can tell they’re having a serious discussion, but the words are still too muffled to make out.

You step closer to the door and press your ear up against it, straining to hear the conversation taking place outside.

The sound is still muffled, but you can make out fragments of the argument between Chris and Matt.

Matt’s voice is firm and disapproving, while Chris’s is irritated and defiant. You can’t quite understand the words they’re saying, but their tone is enough to give you a sense of the tension between them.

The sudden sound of a raised voice startles you, causing you to jump back slightly. It’s clear that Matt and Chris’s argument has escalated to a new level of intensity. Matt yells back.

“Just stay the fuck away from her dude! I’m sorry but you have a new girl every week and i’m NOT going to let you do that to her.”

You can hear Chris’s voice, although it’s a bit muffled, it’s clear that he’s getting frustrated.

“You’re being ridiculous Matt! She’s not some plaything for me, you’re acting like a paranoid idiot.”

Matt responds, his voice growing more agitated.

“I know you, Chris! You’ll just play with her feelings and then move onto the next one. I won’t let you hurt her like that.”

Listening to their argument, your stomach twists with unease. You can’t help but wonder how much of what Matt’s saying is true.

Is it just a drunken overreaction, or is he truly concerned about Chris’s track record of fleeting relationships?

a/n: This cliffhanger.. Y’all better be waiting on part 7, anyways! Thank you so much for reading!!

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GET IT - CHOI SEUNGHYUN

LUCKY FOR ME - LAUFEY

a/n: im so sorry i posted this so freaking late, i legit got HARASSED by school, and mostly have been feeling lazy. I will update this series every week, or bi-weekly, depending on my mood. again, i apologise for updating this series so late, and enjoy my babies.

(this is a oneshot collection, but if you want part twos request them)

warnings: swearing, no beta read femme reader fluff VERYYYYYYYY short.

summary: After being hired as a translator for BIG-BANG'S shows, you cover for your friend who was supposed to fetch their outfits for tonight's show. But then, unexpectedly, they had moved the outfit section months ago, and now you have no idea were you are. But then, a certain someone comes as your savior.

get it masterlist

Why the fuck did I agree to this? I have absolutely no idea where the fuck I am.

You walked in the so-called closet, but no clothes are in sight.

The room was covered wall to wall with awards, and the floor was a marble white. I glanced at the floor, and I was met with my own reflection. It was really that white, wasn't it.

My eyes flicker to the wall, and I walk closer to take a look at them.

"MAMA, AWARD FOR SONG OF THE YEAR" The words were printed neatly around the base of the award.

These are all the awards that they have won, I realise.

I turn around to call my friend to complain that the closet wasn't where it was, where i was met with one of the band members.

"Impressive, isnt it?" Seunghyun says in broken english. You look up to see him leaning against the small frame of the door.

"Hah, I speak Korean. I'm a translator." You speak in Korean, surprising him.

"Oh, well thats a relief. It would have been really awkward." he huffs, and you both share a tense glance.

"Anyways..." You start, "I have to go and complain to my friend that I have no idea were your costumes are for tonight show" You walk forward, trying to escape this intimating show-down.

"Wait, I can show you to it, if you like." He offers. Its much better then just wandering around, hoping to find it.

"Well, okay" You accept, vowing to curse out your friend for not having better instructions.

He makes room for you to walk through the frame of the door, and you both start walking, him leading.

"So...." he starts, trying to make conversation, something that you desperately didn't want. "What are you doing here? Arent you supposed to be translating?'

You laugh before answering "Well, my friend was out sick, and she asked me to cover for her."

"So what does that have to do with you sneaking around the trophy room?" He jokes, but gives you a serious look.

"Well, she had to get the clothes for the show tonight, and my dumb ass thought that was the closet. Sorry for lurking around.." You apologize.

"No, it's okay." Seunghyun reasures, and he stops.

You hadn't noticed, but you had arrived at the closet.

It was filled to the brim with clothing, mostly brightly coloured. It hurt your eyes to look at, but you were still thankful for Seunghyun's help guiding you. You glance at Seunghyun, and you see him mesmerized, like he had never been here before.

"Wow, its been a while since ive been here..." He breathes, meeting your gaze.

"Well, thank you for taking me here." You say, before freezing. Should you hug him? I mean, you both just met each other, and you technically work for him.

Before you could decide if their should be any contact at all, you hear a voice.

"Seunghyun! Come here for a sec!" The voice yells, and his eyes furrow.

"Im sorry we couldn't talk more. I have to go. Can you talk later?" He questions.

Honestly, your surprised that he would even want anything to do with you.

"Oh, sure.." You say, before he turns around and walks towards the exit.

Thank god he was faced away from you, or else he would have saw the blush that covered your face.

" Lucky for me, I guess" You mumble, and turn around to try and find the outfits for the show.

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When It Rains It Pours Ep 5 Thoughts

I looked at the time and decided that not only was it not too late for me to watch the next episode, but it is in fact time to keep watching. I don't know how long this one will be but my god I hope those two escape their relationships/situationships soon. I can't keep watching my boys get hurt like this. Under the cut:

Okay I looked at the episode summary simply to learn his name. Kazuaki. I got it. And if I don't got it, that's fine. Because I just wrote it and I can always look. Perfect. Go me.

The fact that they are meeting halfway. That is a compromise. That is how relationships work. The fact that they cared to listen to the other and then decided on the compromise. My god these two are already so much better together than they are with their partners (I know he's not really Sei's partner but you know what I mean) and they haven't even gotten together yet.

Are these two gonna fuck?

Currently the opening song which slaps, but if you stick around to the end of the liveblog, I will share extra thoughts tonight. Cause I am pissed at certain characters and their fuckery and I gotta get my rants out of my system.

The TOE.

The gentle caress vs the man that pushed on it to see if it would hurt. The man that was so gentle and held it like it was a fragile thing in case it caused pain vs the man that tried to cause pain. So I'm killing the best friend, yeah?

There is a whole discussion before they actually have sex. Kazuaki is asking if it's okay to do things or not say certain things before actually getting started? He might be cheating right now but honestly, green flag. And also she deserves it. Not that anyone deserves it. But she's fictional and a bastard so she deserves it.

Telling him that he's not bad or dirty? Oh my heart. Oh my HEART.

I'm FINE.

I'm looking you dead in the eye and telling you I'm fine. It's not my fault if you don't believe me.

I NEED to talk about the music in this scene but I cannot because work has smoothed out all the wrinkles from my brain and I need to wrinkle it up again but I NEED to talk about it.

I think that's the first time I've seen Sei smile.

But also these two. They found themselves in each other. They found a piece of themselves in each other. They both knew they were missing sex but I don't think they knew how miserable they were having no one to talk to. Not truly talk to. The deep meaningful talks that connect us and bond us. Neither one of them had that with their partners. They had superficial conversations. Moments of wanting to say something but not being able to. But they found the connection they were missing in each other and I am FINE don't LOOK at me like that.

God I need to talk about the music when Sei goes home too cause my god talk about tone shift. When that bastard is on the screen the dissonance in the music is actually difficult for me to listen to. Oh it hurts my poor little fragile ears.

Do these two need to hurt me like this? Do I not suffer enough already?

Oh she looked at his phone. Good riddance. She doesn't deserve him anyway.

WHY IS THAT BASTARD ANSWERING NOT HIS PHONE. BITE BITE CHOMP CHOMP KILLING HIM WITH LASER BEAMS.

Oh so you all made me watch this and now I have to WAIT. You all wanted me to SUFFER. Biting you all too (but affectionately).

Anyway rant time.

I hate the girlfriend because was she expecting to keep our boy in limbo for the rest of all time? She wants a marriage and kids but she doesn't want to actually ever talk to her partner? She sees him as future husband and future sperm bank. But she doesn't see him.

And don't even get me started on the rat bastard "best friend." Does Sei not have a Line because he doesn't want a Line or because his friend doesn't want him to have one. How alienated is Sei from the world and from others? He doesn't really talk to anyone at work which would be his one place he can talk to people. What would have happened if that wrong email address thing hadn't happened? Why does Sei feel like a parasite in a place that should feel like his home? I have lived with my best friend before and I can tell you one thing for sure. I never felt like a parasite. The reason that place felt like home was because it was both of us. Everywhere. WHERE is Sei in that apartment? Where is he? What are his interests? What are his aesthetics? Where is my boy????

And most importantly. WHERE IS THAT GORGEOUS UMBRELLA THEY USE AS THE THUMBNAIL AND WHERE CAN I GET ONE.

I have thoughts. Many thoughts. It will take me roughly two business days to process those thoughts. Just in time for the next episode I'm told. Which will then mean that it will take me another two business days. What did they put in this show for it to do this to my brain?

I should go to bed. Maybe I will wake up with coherent thoughts. Who knows.

Also this may or may not be the last liveblog I do now that I'm caught up. We'll see how I'm feeling on..Thursday? That's the next episode right? If I don't do another liveblog, then thank y'all for reading my silly little brain thoughts. And if I do keep liveblogging then I'll see you on Thursday.

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No Strings? pt 2

a/n: surprise!! i took a break from the celly prompts (i have sooo many more to go through i promise I'm still working on them) to work on part 2 of No Strings?! i had wayyy too much fun with this one! hope you guys enjoy!

ps: keep an eye out for our guy eliis!

masterlist | NFL Masterlists | Justin Herbert Masterlist | No Strings?

It had been two weeks since you saw Justin in that cafe, and slowly but surely, you’d been getting better. It took a while, but you finally realized you were worth more than getting pushed aside. You realized Justin had been lying the whole time. His career wasn’t what was keeping the two of you from being together officially. It was the fact that he didn’t actually feel anything for you because if he did, you’d be the girl tabloids are currently writing about. Every online gossip page you’ve seen over the past week has been about nothing but the girl who has “locked down” the Chargers’ star quarterback. After getting over the initial nausea that it caused, you decided you shouldn’t sit around waiting for someone who obviously didn’t care about you, so you got dressed up and went out for the first time in a long time.

While at a bar you used to frequent, you met a guy named Ellis. He was nice enough, and he spent the night buying you drinks, which you loved. However, when the night came to an end, you couldn’t let yourself go home with him. You just weren’t in the right place for that, and as much as you hate to admit it, you weren’t over Justin. Tonight, though, you were ready to move on, to give yourself another shot at finding someone you could love, love openly.

You decided to go out again, putting on your favorite dress. You put on some makeup and curled your hair, and after blasting some music and taking a couple of shots to hype you up, you were with your girls headed for a fun night out. Soon enough, your group had completely let loose, and you were on the prowl for someone you’d let take you home. After looking for what feels like forever, you call it quits and let one of your girls drag you out to the dancefloor. It’s while you’re there that he finds you.

You feel a gentle hand on your waist, so you turn to meet one of the most attractive guys you might have ever seen. He’s giving you an easy smile, and in that second, any thought you might have had about Justin flew from your mind.

“Hey, pretty lady. You alone tonight?” he asks in a silly voice that somehow makes you want to laugh and swoon simultaneously.

“Yes! She’s completely free!” your friend chimes in for you. 

“Mind if I steal her from you then?” his attention is directed toward her now, and you begin to think you want it to always be on you. 

“Go right ahead!” she gives him a cheery smile before turning her attention to you, “We won’t wait up! But please keep us updated!”

“Promise!” you assure her before she walks off to find the rest of your group and most likely tell them about your suitor.

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to dance some more, but I’m thinking it might be a better idea to find some place quieter?” he makes the statement sound like a question, leaving the ball in your court. 

“I’m down for that,” you’re pretty sure you’d be down for almost anything he wanted to do right now.

“Perfect! C’mon, I know this great little diner down the street,” he grabs your hand pulling you outside with him. Once you’re right outside the doors of the bar, he comes to an abrupt stop, “I’m so sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Trevor,” that easy smile is back and brighter than ever.

After sharing your name with him, he begins guiding you toward the diner. The two of you shared nice conversation on the way, getting the typical small talk out of the way then. When you get to the diner, Trevor orders a side of fries for you both to share, and you each get a milkshake. The two of you talk back and forth for a while, just chatting about recent events in both of your lives. That leads to Trevor asking what brought you to the bar tonight after telling you he needed a break from the stress his work brings him.

“Oh, god,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat and throwing your head back a little, “You probably don’t wanna know.” You laugh a little, playing off your nervousness.

“C’mon, I won’t judge. You getting over an ex or something?” he sends an easy smile your way.

“Yeah, actually. I am.”

“Oh. Well, please, share with the class.”

“You sure you wanna hear it?”

“Yep. I’m all ears,” his eyes meet yours as he pops a fry in his mouth.

“Well,” you lean toward him, ready to share your sob story. “So basically, I went on a few dates with this guy, and when we were about to hook up for the first time, he told me he couldn’t be in a relationship because of his job. So I was a little delusional and agreed to no strings attached, but eventually, I caught feelings for him.”

“Oooh,” Trevor grimaces.

“Just wait. There’s more,” your tone says everything he needs to know, so he gestures for you to continue. “So I end up telling him, right? Of course, he tells me we can’t see each other anymore, so I leave his house literally sobbing. And to beat it all, just a few months later, I saw him out on a date at a coffee shop we used to regular. Obviously, that sent me reeling, and now all I see online is the girl that ‘tamed’ him,” you finish your story with a roll of your eyes.

“Hold up. I have a few questions,” Trevor raises his hands a little and closes his eyes.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so you’re seeing his girlfriend in the headlines? I might be overstepping, so you definitely don’t have to answer, but who is this guy?”

“Justin Herbert,” you’re grimacing once again.

“The Chargers’ quarterback?” he’s whisper-shouting in your face.

“Trevor!” you match his tone.

“Sorry. Sorry. I just didn’t peg him as that kinda guy, ya know?”

“Oh, trust me. I know.”

“Okay, yeah. Good point. Okay, so next question. He really lied to you about not being able to have a girlfriend just to hard launch one a few months later?” “It’s insane, right? Like he literally told me that it would be better that way anyway because he just wouldn’t have the time to fully commit. Turns out, he just didn’t wanna commit to me.”

“Well, he’s an idiot. I mean, I’ve known you for like an hour, and I’m ready to commit right now.”

“Smooth, Trevor,” you roll your eyes again.

“I’m being so serious, right now. Go on a date with me. I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he lays his hand out on the table, giving you a physical offer as well.

You look at him for a moment, deciding how much you trust him. After finding nothing but earnestness in his eyes, you move your hand to lay in his before he wraps it up. “Okay. I’m holding you to that, Trev.”

“Ooh, nicknames already? You’re moving fast. Am I that irresistible?” that beautiful bright smile is back, and you’re thinking you want to see it every day from now on.

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You and Trevor had been going out for about two months now, and you’d officially been his girlfriend for just over a month. Everything had been going so wonderfully, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have found him. Tonight, he decided to come hang out at your place after practice. You two had ordered some takeout and put on a movie while you ate. Your food was all gone, and you and Trevor had been cuddled up on the couch for a while now, content to keep the movies playing while you enjoyed each other’s company.

Both of you jumped a little when you heard a knock on the door, neither of you expecting it. After sharing a confused look with Trevor, you get up and make your way to the door. When you pull it open, you freeze. The last person you expected to see on the other side was Justin Herbert.

“Justin?” his name falls from your mouth quickly, like it’s not supposed to be there. Really, it’s not anymore.

“I really need to talk with you,” his eyes are pleading, but it won’t work on you. Not now.

“Now is seriously not a good time,” you pull the door closer to you, trying to get your point across.

“Please. I just- I messed up,” he steps closer, but you hold your ground.

“Justin, no. You had your chance, okay?”

“Please, baby, you have to hear me out, okay?” tears are brimming his eyes now.

“No. No. You don’t get to do that. I’m happy now, Justin. Go back home.”

“No, please! I messed up letting you go. I thought I wasn’t ready to commit and that I wouldn’t have time, but when you left I felt this hole in my heart. It won’t go away, no matter what I do. I got a girlfriend to convince myself I was fine, but she’s not you. Please, baby, just give me one more chance,” he’s begging at this point, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

Just as you’re about to tell Justin to leave again, you feel a hand on your waist and hear Trevor’s voice behind you, “Who’s this, babe?” He presses a kiss to the top of your head when he finishes his sentence, and if you had to bet, he probably looked at Justin while he did it. He knows exactly who Justin is. He could just tell he wasn’t gonna leave anytime soon and figured he’d come to help you out a little. He’d never minded being a little messy sometimes. “Hey, man I’m the boyfriend, Trevor,” he’s shooting Justin a wicked grin, not caring at all about whatever Justin might be feeling after how he made you feel.

“Boyfriend?” Justin is only looking at you now.

“What? You can move on, but I can’t?” your words have a bite to them.

“I just told you I never moved on?” his statement is formed like a question.

“Well, I did, and the only reason that was able to happen is because you let me go. I’m sorry you regret that, but actions have consequences, Justin. If you wanted me so badly, you should’ve kept me around when you had a chance.”

“But-”

“No, man,” Trevor pushes the door open a little more and steps around you. He begins to usher Justin away from your doorstep, “She’s said her peace. She’s moved on. It’s time you do too. Okay, bud? Scurry on back to whatever model you were using to distract yourself from my girl, alright?” 

When he deems Justin is far enough away, he turns back around to head back to you. He urges you inside before slamming and locking the door, being sure Justin knew he wasn’t welcome. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go make out in front of the window, so he knows what he’s missing,” he has that same bright grin on his face, and suddenly, any negative feelings you had are gone. You laugh with your head tipped back as he drags you along, content to go along with whatever antic he thinks up.

a/n: guess i should fix the banner huh? sorry to any justin girlies! i just made him too much of a jerk in pt 1 :( reader deserved better! so um crossover episode i guess! banner fixed below

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a lil smth about game day w/ Joey bbbb

Things u need to know — super fluffy, she is described as being short and smaller than him (I’m sorry tall girlies, I’m a short gal 😔), you play at Nebraska, no smut but def some whispers of it, it’s my first fic I’ve ever wrote so ntm on it yall 😔

College athlete 🏐!reader btwww!! She’s in her senior season dw guys 🫣

You smiled brightly as you sat up in the suite for family of players, you were right next to his mom and dad, and one of your good friends, Mia Kilten, who was a girlfriend of one of the guys. It was nice to be around these people again, it wasn’t often you had any time off during the season, you had a extremely rare 3 days off so you decided to fly out from Nebraska last night and come to watch your boy and the bengals play. You crossed your leg over the other and grabbed your phone, a notification from your QB1 popping up,

‘I love you, pretty girl. I’ll be looking for you in the crowd.’

You smiled to yourself, thinking about him trying to find you in the sea of bengals orange.

‘I love you too shiesty, kick some ass tonight and you might get victory sex ;)’

Joe, down in the locker room, had to take a deep inhale at what his girl had just texted him.

‘Yes ma’am’

It was a great game, two talented teams going head to head always was. The bengals won by 10 and it was a fight all the way through. Your guy even ran one in himself, his little celebration griddy making you laugh at him. He did, however, look at up at you and blow you a kiss. You blushed when he did that, he always did stuff like that, but it made you giddy every time.

When everyone started to go down and onto the field, you joined them, walking down with Mia. Joe was talking to a reporter when he locked eyes with you, he politely ended the conversation and ran over to you. Your big, bright smile made his night even better as picked you up and hugged you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled your head back to place a kiss on his lips. He set you down after that and looked you up and down.

“God, mama, you look good.” He groaned, and you smiled. Your hair was down, curled, and you had on some light makeup, and lots of gold jewelry. You wore on an oversized bengals hoodie with ‘BURROW’ on the back of it, the number 9 right under it, a pair of plain black lulu leggings that ended just above your ankle, and a pair of custom bengals air maxes. It was simple, but boy did your guy love you in leggings. He loved your thick thighs and defined calves, and most of all, he loved your ass.

You once again leaned up to kiss him, one hand on his huge bicep and another on the back of his head, to pull him down to you. He leaned down to your level, one arm enclosing around your waist and the other hand sneaking down to your ass, giving a gentle squeeze. You giggled, and gave him a light slap to the arm, “Behave, Joey!” He sighed, “Fine, fine.” Little did you know, a camera had caught that moment and sent fans reeling over you two.

J’marr and Tee walked over to you guys, dapping up Joe and hitting each other chest to chest as men did. J’marr gave you a friendly hug, one arm wrapping around you, and so did Tee. You knew these two very well, considering they always came over to your house to steal your homemade food AND your boyfriend, and J’marr even came to one or two of your games last season with Joe. “You guys down for dinner tonight? We were thinking roadhouse.” J’marr asked, and joe looked down at you, waiting for your answer, “Yes of course!” You smiled, excited to hangout with your friends and your boyfriend again, and that also meant you would get to spend some time with the other girlfriends and wives, who you adored.

After the interview after the game, you and Joe went out to his car. He now had on a pair of baggy jeans and a hoodie, his hair damp from his shower. He closed the trunk after putting his huge bag in it, and walked over to you, “Thank you for coming, I love it when you’re here. I know it’s hard, so it means a lot that you’re spending your few days off with me.” He said, so sincere and full of love. “Of course, Joey, there is no where else I’d wanna spend it.” He gave you a kiss, opening your door for you and going back to the drivers side, hopping in.

When you got to the restaurant, you quickly spotted the huge group, full of players and wives. You and Joe went over and sat down, a chorus ‘hey joe!!’ And ‘hey y/n/n, how you doing!!’ Joey pulled out your chair for and you sent him a smile.

You had gotten a steak, some mashed potatoes, and some asparagus, and you had obviously eaten about 5 of their rolls. Joe too, you guys both loved their rolls, despite the diet you both have to be on. One of the girls turned to you and started talking to you, you looked over at her, you knew her, she was sweet. “So, y/n, how’s your season going?” You smiled, “It’s going great, we’re undefeated right now. We got the big ten conference match coming up soon so there’s that to look forward too!” You rambled on about the sport you loved, and the sport you were pretty damn good at. You were the starting Libero at the university of Nebraska (sorry lex), you were a 3x 1st team all American, a 2x libero of the year, and a 2x Gatorade player of the year back in high school. Joe has always shown you off, taking every chance he can to brag about his girl and her accomplishments.

The night went on, laughter and chatter filling the restaurant, happiness flowed through everyone, who doesn’t love a big victory right? After a few hours, the night came to a close, and everyone was paying their bill and heading home. Hugs and Dab ups were shared.

The ride home was quiet, not awkward, just the Cincinnati fall breeze and the music humming from the radio filled the silence. Nights like this were what made all the waiting and missing each other worth it. When you guys got back to his home, and partly yours during the off season, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, he was grabbing and groping and pulling, as were you.

After he fucked you so hard you saw stars and tears started flowing from your eyes, the two of you cuddled close and you grabbed your phone, looking at what your best friend, and teammate sent you on TikTok. Well, it was you and Joe.

The audio on the TikTok was some Weeknd song and it was the clip of you guys kissing, his hand squeezing your ass and yours squeezing his huge biceps, his body was huge next to yours, him towering over. It drove the fans wild, you showed Joe and he blushed, smiling bashfully. “What can I say? I love my girl.” You smiled, and opened the comments.

“I’m literally crawling up the wall look at him 😫”

“His hand is so big compared to her im screaming”

“THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE”

“Y/n living everyone’s dream rn 😔”

“Idk who I wanna be in this scenario”

“His arms bro 😫🙏🙏 same y/n”

“Nobody talk to me ever again I’m not okay after this”

“The size difference we all deserve 🙃🙏”

You laughed at the comments and Joe chuckled too. He scooted down on the bed and rested his head on your chest, pulling you impossibly closer, drawing little circles with the pads of his rough fingers. “I love you, y/n” He whispered, just before he dozed off in your arms. You following soon after.

Well yay, it’s over

[shipthecarsons]

I love the idea that the Park and the other Slow Horses have one address for Lamb, but Catherine is the only one who knows where he really lives and neither of them ever talk about. Just for emergencies. Can totally see her knowing the code for his phone too. Just in case.

In my head, she’s almost certainly his next of kin too.

We put this joint drabble together

Thanks for inspiring us

😁👇

Part I. (Me)

It had been almost three months since Jackson Lamb haggled for and won the punishment-detail department of MI5, became king, and, for reasons unknown to a soul, brought Catherine Standish with him. The Aldersgate office—never before used, except for made-up legends—was assigned to them.

Every day, Jackson Lamb stayed in his office. Smoking, drinking, sleeping, resting, doing nothing. Apart from occasional visits from Catherine Standish, who wanted to know, for example, what her job actually involved. At the beginning, he told her it was all about making his tea, opening his mail, and sorting the files. But the kettle was faulty, he had only received two letters so far, and there were no files yet. Eventually, her visits became less frequent as he let her know each time how unwelcome they were—or rather, how unwelcome she was.

That morning, she was particularly bored, so she risked invading his den again. She woke him by placing a weak, lukewarm cup of tea on his desk.

"When are we getting more people in? I feel like we should have more work."

"I am working, Standish."

She gave him an incredulous look. "Working?"

"Yes, hard at it. Can’t you see?"

She paused. He was supposed to be one of the best they had. Maybe this was the way he operated—solving mysteries with his eyes closed.

"A desk is a dangerous place from which to watch the world?" she asked softly, as if in understanding.

"Fucking hell. You’re quoting le Carré, Standish?"

She shrugged.

"Christ, don’t tell me you’ve actually read it."

"I have."

"Before or after you joined the Service?" He seemed genuinely interested now, sipping his tea.

"After."

"I suppose that’s slightly better. No false hope..."

"Charles always said we needed to know le Carré to understand Second Desk’s discourse—"

"The old bastard’s?"

"He quoted le Carré in every meeting he went to."

This was already one of the longest conversations they’d ever had.

"No book could illustrate the outlandish shit we go through, Standish."

"You know John le Carré was actually a spy."

" Then he definitely left out half the outlandish shit he went through. We go through."

She didn’t say anything, just folded her hands, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You shouldn’t read crap like that. It’s not real, you know. But I suppose with the drinking you’ve always struggled with reality, haven’t you?" The first proper taunt of the morning.

"What do you recommend I read, then?"

"Try a fucking cookbook, so you can learn how to make decent tea—"

"The kettle isn’t working properly." She tried.

"—and do it in your own fucking office."

She sighed and hurried out before he decided throwing the mug at her might be a good idea.

The following week, Jackson Lamb got mail—his third letter overall. It was from Mills & Boon, a confirmation for a monthly subscription to their bodice-ripper novels…

She had to read it several times to believe it. Being thorough, she noticed something else: the home address in the letter didn’t match the one in their system...

@aladio-milhomes part II.

The feet were firm on the pavement, but her head felt light.

Her heart though, was right in the midst of it all, literally and figuratively. Racing from the exercise and her sudden decision, but also steady because of the frozen fresh air.

Perfect balance, if it wasn't for all the batty ideas that were crossing her mind.

He did that on purpose? Was it meant for her?

And why on earth would he want her to know something like that?

It hadn't been at plain sight, but easy enough for her to see since she was the one to receive the post and sort it —between the two of them—, not his usual complete spook secrecy either.

She knew almost no personal data was truthful in his file, but she wasn’t expecting this kind of intel, nor she expected to find out this way. She had a subscription letter between her hands, a book subscription. Or was it? This certainly had to be a mistake, or some kind of joke.

Deep down she'd been forever curious about what kind of place a creature like him could inhabit. She always thought it would be the complete opposite of Charles'. And she wasn't wrong.

It was already dark when she went out for her unexpected afternoon stroll.

She didn't see where she was going, nor didn't she need to. Her body was an autonomous being, even though her eyes were looking inwardly.

She felt grateful that since she'd arrived at that corner not a single drop of rain fell, for she had been standing there for quite some time now. Although, on the way here, some wind had shoved water under her umbrella, and her hair was still wet. She really should be going.

He probably wasn't there anyway, but she didn't want to raise suspicions amongst the neighbours either.

Just in case.

However, Lamb had a way to learn about everything, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to justify herself under these circumstances. He wouldn't trust her ever again.

And now that she thought of it, he probably had one of the neighbours trained, with that inherent charm of his, to alert him if something weird like this happened.

Despite her serious inner monologue, her head felt uneasy with giddiness. The kind you start feeling when certain animals flutter in certain organ.

Silly woman. What a daft thing to do.

She took in all she could, while imagining how it would look on the inside. No doubt the same as his office, filthy, smelling of tobacco and sweat and hasn't changed a single wall, stinking of the 70s, like his oily hair. She chuckled.

A car passed her at quite a speed, startling her from her thoughts. At the same time, a glimpse of a very brief orangy blazing spark could be seen on the middle window of the first floor.

Catherine looked back at the house to get a last look, probably for the last time too, and retraced the path that led her there.

He watched her go from the darkness of his room. With a small smile tugging his mouth, full of smoke. "Clever girl."

@onesimus42 part III.

Catherine eyed the object lying in the middle of her desk with suspicion. It certainly wasn’t a style that she would have picked out for herself. Truth be told, it was a bit of a stretch to use the word style and this object in the same sentence. It actually looked enough like one that he wore that she examined it closely determine that it was in fact not pre-worn by himself. After ascertaining that it was at least clean, she took an experimental sniff. It smelled faintly of cigarettes. So, it had been with him, but not worn by him at least.

Turning the bucket hat over, she tried to determine some reason that he would have left this gift on her desk. Did he want her to go undercover? As what? A middle aged man with poor taste? Although deep down, she knew the reason. He had seen her. He had seen her closely enough last night that he knew her hair was wet. That meant there was a good chance that he’d followed her after she left the corner down from his house. She had to admit that if he hadn’t wanted her to notice him following, she likely wouldn’t. With his over-developed sense of protection over her, he’d probably wanted to make sure that she made it home safe.

Now, he wanted her to know that he’d seen her. Did he want her to confront him? Probably not. If he had he would have just called her into his office and given her a good bollocking. It wasn’t like he hadn’t before. No, he just wanted to know that she knew that he knew. Honestly, following his logic made her head hurt.

She was tempted to throw the ugly, bucket hat in the bin. On the other hand, it was a sturdy hat at least. It would keep her hair dry even if the wind blew it in under the umbrella. No need to throw away something useful. To that end, she hung it on her coat rack. At times during the day, she would glance at it and smile softly to herself. She thought, maybe, he might just be a little proud that she had found her way to his house. Not that he’d ever admit it, and she would certainly never mention it.

PS:

next of kin, all goes to her in the will — That’s all 100% true.

We know, they know, he knows, even Diana knows

[davidayer]

omg, daphne! thank you for tagging me in yet another exciting round of jake!boys and their potential prompts! i'd say i'm pretty happy about who i rolled on (except for one lmao jk... kinda 😒). anyways, i'm back with my weirdo vague writing, wahoo!! lets go! happy valentines! 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💞

Holden Worther - A Double Feature at the Drive -In Movie Theater

Holden had been spending most of his time escaping into his books whenever he didn't have someone in his checkout line as way to hold onto his sanity in the prison known as Retail Rodeo. Most days he was ready to fall into a story and let it whisk him away from the soul-crushing dullness of his job and other days he was content to stand there and simply rot away as he stare emotionless into the void.

Life was a unimaginative chore, something he deemed not worth his time. It made him contemplate coming into work and going postal just to spice it up. That was until something interesting did happen.

Joe the Bread Man came in on schedule with crates of fresh loaves to replace the old on the shelves and had a new helper in tow.

It was rare to see a new face in Retail Rodeo just as it seemed rare to see a new face around town. If he had to guess, Joe's help was around his age but Holden couldn't place them. He couldn't recall seeing someone like them in elementary, middle or high school, not even the local college he briefly went too. Admittedly his memories of school were muddled and inconsistent as they were just another useless thing to life. If he couldn't draw inspiration off of something for his writing, then he didn't care about it. Holden held his spot behind the register despite the spark of interest, content to simply watch Joe and his help restock the bread aisle. He felt like he wouldn't be seeing them too often. Joe has gone through many partners as rumor was that pay sucked at the factory he worked for.

It wasn't until the third time Joe came in with his helper that Holden decided he was bored and curious enough to wander their way when they were done and ready to go. He didn't want Joe to oversee or eavesdrop on their potential conversation as Holden liked his privacy. Their conversation was quick as they were behind schedule, but it left Holden in a good mood for the rest of the day. He had noticed a band logo peeking out from their uniform shirt, a band that he highly enjoyed listening too when he was pushing through a writer's block and they agreed to talk to him about it next time they were in the store.

Holden looked forward to it. He felt that there was a connection to be had just off that little known information and he was determined to be proven right. He was surprised when they popped into the store a day later with no uniform on and was oddly relieved to hear that they had the day off. Holden took his lunch and they sat outside with him to talk.

It goes better than he could have ever expected and at the end of his lunch, Holden is left feeling like he had made a worthy friend. That this person.. understands him. For years he has yearned for that and for once in his pathetic life his wish has been answered.

Over time it became a thing, where Holden would wander over to the bread aisle to talk when they were there and the store was dead, leaving him free to do as he pleased and they would pop in on one of their off days to hangout during his lunch.

It didn't take long for Holden to understand that he was in love, and he wasted no time in making things official. At twenty-two with grandiose ideas of his future, Holden felt like the clock was ticking and he had wasted enough of his life rotting away. Now was the time to live life to the fullest and make every moment count. He was in love and he wanted to ride that high forever. He was in luck when Valentine's rolled around and he made plans to to meet them for a Double Feature at the Drive-in. Well, as he didn't have a car, his date was to pick him up at his house but he was ready to pay for admission and popcorn in return. It was lovely to be snuggled up in the backseat of their car, pressed together with their head on his shoulder and their hands entwined that it made it hard for him to pay attention to the movie. He had other things on his mind. Well, a specific thing, but that was beside the point. He couldn't concentrate and one of Holden's hand began to wander.

It earned him a giggle and his name said in a light warning. He didn't stop, and he got in a quick kiss and grope of soft flesh before he was pushed away. "Holden, come on. I want to watch this." "What? Don't you want me? Aren't you interested in me?" He couldn't help but whine as he felt rejected. "Of course, but I also really want to watch this. I thought this is why we were here." "I've written stories like this all the time. I already know how it's going to end." "Well, don't tell me. I'm invested." He sulked but he let it go. It wasn't until the start of the second film that Holden tried his moves again. This time he was happy they were able to get further before they pumped the breaks again and pushed away. "Now what is it?" He asks, petulance dripping from his tone. "Did you forget where we are? Hello? We're at the Drive-In, with other people around." They rapt their knuckles on the top of his head like it was empty. Holden sighed dramatically but already had a solution. "Then let's get out of here and hit up a hotel or something. Please? I really want you right now." They laughed and playfully rolled their eyes as they made their way up to the front seat. "Okay, let's go." Holden perked up with a bright flashy smile. "Oh, by the way I don't have any money. I spent it all on the popcorn and movie."

Louis Bloom - Coffee and Bookstore Date

** This one isn't much of a date, as Lou stalks his love interest. It's a date to him, not to them. 🙃

He's seen them around the news station. A new intern looking to someday be a newscaster themself. Lou is a planner, and when he laid eyes on them he started planning. He envisions someone he could mold, a direct line of further connection into the station. Lou had been wanting more say into the news operation and found that this could be an extremely beneficial opportunity. Also, he found himself physically attracted to them as well. He saw a future with them. Wanted a future with them, and Lou loved getting what he wanted.

Little did he know that his interest was warned of him, which made his plans a bit hard to execute, but Lou was not a quitter. He'd keep trying no matter what. They kept their distance from him, which wasn't hard as Lou split his time between the field and the office. Conversation were kept short or were not to be had at all. It was frustrating for Lou. He felt like he was getting no where, even when he kept on his charm in an effort to soothe their bias of him. He thought about spending more time at the station to be around them, but he couldn't give up the thrill and excitement of the LA streets. He felt like a God out there.

Instead he had to change his plans. He started to follow his interest to learn more about them. Where they went on their off days. What they shopped for. What they liked to eat. What kind of businesses they liked to go to. All of it. He'd drip that information in conversation, trying to get a catch. Each time he attempted he swore that they showed interest in him more and more.

Valentine's was around the corner and Lou managed to pull himself away from work, entrusting his team to make him proud as he spent the extra time spying on his interest. He gathered they weren't into the lovey-dovey holiday and that was fine. Neither was he but he could use it to his advantage.

Valentine's Day they had the day off, so Lou took it off as well. He dressed his best and went out on the prowl. He watched them leave their apartment and stop in a nearby cafe for breakfast and coffee. He loitered around, occasionally passing the window to catch a glimpse of them at their table as he waited, biding his time for the perfect moment. It came when they later slipped into a bookstore, to-go coffee in hand. Lou gave them a couple of minutes to browse alone before he stepped into the store and meandered about until he bumped into them. In that time he made sure to turn on and dial up his charisma and charm. He can't risk spooking them on this important day.

He clocks the way they're surprise to see him which melts into skepticism. "Oh, Lou. What are you doing here?" "What does anyone do in a bookstore?" He quips in response. "I'm shopping for a book of course."

He looked down at the book in the hand of his interest curious about their intended purchase. The title he did not recognize but the cover gave him the confidence to assume it was some kind of romance. "I like a bit of on the page romance myself as well, but I currently don't have a lot of time to read due to work." He offers to see if they'll take the bait. Their body turns towards him, a good sign of their own curiosity.

"I wouldn't have guessed someone like you would enjoy romantic stories." Lou gives a casual shrug, acting like a secret had been revealed. "What kind of books do you think I read?" "Textbooks. Or something like manuals." They awkwardly laugh at their answer, hoping Lou wouldn't take offense to it. "Non-fiction. My final answer is non-fiction." His smile is genuine as a warm thought dashed into his mind that they might have been paying attention to him as well. It's a rare occurrence, but he has been known to have a book in hand from time to time and non-fiction was what he liked.

"Bingo. I do prefer non-fiction and I can offer some recommendations if you're interested in hearing any, and I am more than happy to look into any recommendations you could give me. Again, I don't have much time to read due to work, but I did make my New Years resolution to carve out more time in my busy schedule to sit back and enjoy a good book."

"Uh, ...sure. I'd like that. ---" anything that came out of their mouth after that was nothing but static as Lou continued to smile at them, thinking how this Valentine's was indeed going to be special. He felt like his plans were falling into place and even though he can be a patient man, he couldn't wait to get to the end result.

Jimmy Livingston - Line Dancing

Jimmy wandered the Las Vegas strip by his lonesome, not sure where he lost Slim and his crew but he was too caught up in the flashing lights, and colorful people who filled the streets with bustling energy he swore he could feel through the protective plastic of his bubble that he couldn't care that he was wandering alone. His mouth hung open and his head swept side to side as he tried to process everything that was happening around him. Never in a million years would he have thought he would get to see such wonders.

Jimmy notices a tall being, towering over the crowed as it slowly made it's way down the sidewalk. Effortlessly it glided amongst the sea of people and Jimmy stopped walking to watch as the costume person walking on what he now recognized to be stilts passed by. "Wow!" He exclaimed before he found his view twisting and turning as he tumbled around in his bubble. When the world was still he realized that he was faced down on the ground and someone was repeatedly apologizing to him. He popped up and saw the most gorgeous person his eyes had ever fell upon.

Jimmy blushed and shyly smiled. "Aw, that's alright. I'm use to being bounced around due to my bubble suit. It can be hard to move around in this." "Why are you wearing it? Are you a street performer?" Jimmy laughed and easily explained the suit like he has had to many people before.

Among conversation Jimmy revealed that he had lost his friends and was looking for them as he walked the town alone and was ecstatic when this lovely person offered to accompany him in the search of his friends.

Together they walked and talked, sharing facts about who they were and where they were from while occasionally stopping to watch a performer or a fight. Jimmy pulled them over to see the Eifle Tower and they pulled him along to see the Statue of Liberty. Jimmy liked how their hand lingered on his gloved one. It gave him a funny feeling low in his stomach. Deciding on what else they wanted to experience, Jimmy said he had already tried the slots and passed when it was suggested and he already saw a rock concert so another show was off the table. "Hey. Hey, what about that?" Jimmy pulls away as he shuffles past people towards a bar filled with people dancing. "This looks awesome! Let's try it." "You want to try Line Dancing?" They questioned, unsure as they had never participated. "What if everyone stares at us because we don't know what the moves are." "Yeah! It looks fun. I think if we watched them for a minute we can figure it out. Come on." Jimmy motions for them to follow as he awkwardly shoves and pushes him and his bubble suit through the door. They couldn't help but laugh at such a silly sight, finding it endearing how Jimmy effortlessly didn't care how he looked.

Jimmy found a spot on the dance floor after bumping into a few people until everyone decided to give the bubble boy a wide birth. He stared down at the feet of the dancers around him as he did his best to mimic their moves, and they followed his example. After a few minutes of learning the rhythm of the dance they were able to focus less on the dancers around them, and were able to focus on each other. Jimmy started to throw his own moves into the dance, grinning as he got laughs of approval from his date.

Oh, dear. He couldn't really call them his date if he never asked. "Hey, can I ask you something?" Jimmy shouts over the music. "Yeah, sure what's up?" "Well, I uh, I've, uh, I've never been on a date before and I really like you. I was hoping that this could be one."

I just want to randomly add, and to make a long story short; this was not my first batch of characters. I actually got Robert Smith, Danny Sharp and Jerry Brinson; characters I never put much time into thinking about. So I rolled again and got this batch of characters. I was happy I didn't get Lou the first time, but lmao, he got me again. 💀

jake boys - valentine's edition

how are we feeling about another round of spin the wheel activities, dear Jake delegation? and yes, they are heart shaped and taste of sugar.

Rules:

spin this wheel and get your boy(s)

spin this wheel and get your date(s)

share your results in the comments or reblogs or tags, please sate my curiosity

let us know in the poll how happy you are with your valentine

(bonus points if you're feeling inspired and want to share your thoughts about your results, like people did here)

a huge shout-out to my baby @gyllenhaalstories who helped me with basically all of this. ilysm 💖

you can look up former community shenanigans here

Shamelessly tagging the crew (hit me up if you want me to stop annoying you):

@gyll-yee-haw @gyllenhaal-j @charliehoennam @cassiopeia-grimm @jennaajoseph

@davidayer @det-loki @gyllenflower @ascorpionstale

@anunusers @frozen-hearts-club @caffeineplusmypen @gyllencevans8 @greenparadiseperry

The crew=every blog that comes across my dash and interacts with Jake content. If we've never talked: hi! If you want to be part of the crew, dm me. ✨🫶🏻

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