#yeah! of course zeke would think that!

[joogios]

Anyways, Zeke Jaeger had to sit down and realise that because of his decision at seven to turn in his parents as Eldian spies his dad essentially replaced him and Dina, went back to Paradis and had another wife and another son and on top of that he had to realise that after raising Zeke to be nothing but a pawn for Eldia, Grisha had gone and named his new son after Eren Kruger, the leader of the Eldian Restorationists, AND IF THAT WASNT BAD ENOUGH Zeke was probably aware enough to know that Grisha did that whilst being married to a woman who probably had no clue whatsoever as to who/what Grisha was and what the name symbolised.

[loderlied]

having completely normal thoughts (gortash wotr au)

[dramaticallytotal]

The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Four

Idea Post Part One Last Part

• Paris challenge was one that Noah vehemently hated. Not only because he was made to go through the stupid lasers but also because stupid Justin and sneaky Alejandro kept trying to partner up with him to find their statue pieces and he kept having to remind them it was a team challenge. The attention caused an uptick in Heather's dislike for Noah, but he thought it was because they had been close to beating The Amazons, not because she was jealous of him.

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New format for headcanons for this AU and maybe others! You may have noticed that I have a need or want for things to be organized, and the way the headcanons are now has kind of gotten to me. XD. They're not bad, but they are all over the place, so I think I'm going to do episode by episode headcanons so they are easier to follow! Let me know which format you like better!

Anywho, onward to the rest of the headcanons!

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Walk Like An Egyptian Pt 1 & 2:

• Noah, of course, already knew about the singing part of their contracts and told Izzy and Eva. Chris let him know so he could help convince Eva to stay for the new season. It took a lot of convincing from him and Izzy, but thankfully, Eva agreed to sing.

• Again, Ezekiel has a deal with Chris/ the network to go "feral," so him being thrown out of the plane was planned. As was his stowing-away in the cargo hold till they got to Egypt.

• This season will have reward challenges, elimination challenges, and double elimination challenges since it is a bigger cast and supposed to be the bigger and better season. Chris, of course, chooses when a challenge is a reward, elimination, or double elimination. Sometimes, it's purely strategic views wise, and others he rolls a dice.

• Those who go over the pyramid: Alejandro, Bridgette, Lindsay, Tyler, Courtney, Gwen, Duncan, Katie, Sadie, Trent

• Those who go "under": Noah, Izzy, Owen, Eva, Leshawna, Harold, DJ, Cody, Sierra, Heather, Justin, Ezekiel

• If you think Eva would go over the pyramid, you're absolutely right, but only if she was by herself on the season. She would also go over if it was just Team E-Scope that got on the show. She would carry them the whole way up and down kinda like Alejandro did with Lindsay and Bridgette. But because Owen is there, she knew Noah and Izzy would go through the pyramid, and she didn't want to leave them, so she went with her friends. UwU she a ride or die friend.

• They do get separated, she stuck by mummy Izzy, and they somehow lost Noah and Owen.

• Noah and Owen do run out screaming, and when the others tease him about running away from Zeke, he just dead pans, "You guys know the peanut gallery had to watch the show right? Gwen ended up facing an actual escaped convict in season one. A convict who was a serial killer. I'm not taking my chances."

• Everyone is so nonchalant in how they agree, and a couple even laughed about that incident except Alejandro, who on the inside was terrified by how casual they were about it and even more how they laughed like it was a fond memory. He regrets all his decisions. UwU

• When they're weaving the boats, Heather makes fun of Noah for actually trying because she thinks he regrets getting out so early in season one by not being a team player. Everyone is surprised at his reaction. He laughs.

"Honey, you're not as smart as I thought, which mind you wasn't much, if you didn't figure out that I got myself thrown off."

"WHAT!?" From everyone except Team E-Scope + Owen. Alejandro's was more confused than outraged like the others.

"What do you mean what? Do you really think I was going to stay in that rinky dink run-down camp when we were promised a resort? Yeah, no."

"But...but..."

"I mean, sure, I missed out on the money, but think of it this way. I got to stay in a five-star, fully catered, fully equipped resort for the whole competition, and you got to be humiliated on international television. Looooved your work in 'I Triple Dog Dare You', by the way."

Did Alejandro feel his heart skip a beat at the little smirk Noah had at the end? Not that anyone can prove and not that he could understand the reason why. Perhaps he was just excited to know there was someone at least a little funny on his team.

"And before you start yapping like the chihuahua you are, I was already punished for being thrown off on purpose by the producers. Why do you think I was Chris's assistant?"

"Because you love me?" Chris said out of nowhere.

"Ha."

• That's how everyone found out Noah was made to be Chris's assistant. Which is true! For at least the rest of season one, but he was so efficient that Chris asked him to continue and Noah actually liked the work despite the chaos and agreed.

• Ezekiel is voted out like planned, but Chris is still upset that Duncan quit. It threw off the numbers and the uniform look of the teams!!

• Back on the plane, Justin immediately gets started on flirting with Noah because he finds his anger so entertaining. In this au, Noah and Cody joke about being ex boyfriends like in my other au, so Cody jumps in.

"Flirting with another in front of me? Noah how could you! The wound is still fresh."

"Good to know you're still obsessed with me. It's been like what? Two years since our summer camp romance? I'm flattered."

Justin is irritated that his entertainment was cut short, but the way the two joked with each other was somehow so wholesome it had the whole cast amused. That is until they heard a loud thud and saw Eva on top of Sierra.

• Eva tackled Sierra because the girl had been ready to lunge at Noah. Or well, it looked like it to Eva. The bubbly stalker's face in that moment had honestly scared her, and she worried for her friend.

• After that, the Amazon's awkwardly went to first class for the night while the rest went on about their own business, but they all were thinking about Sierra and her reaction to Noah and Cody play flirting. Noah was disturbed and not that he would admit, but also a little terrified.

• That night, Izzy made Noah sleep between her and Owen just in case Stalkerlicious came out for some odd idea of revenge. Little did they know, but Eva didn't get a lot of sleep because she was watching the door from her spot on the sofa closest to it for that same reason. She wouldn't let anyone hurt her little brother.

• They did get to stay in Egypt for about two days once they landed the plane closer to a city. It was nice. They got to stay in a hotel, and Eva got to hang around her friends without it seeming suspicious or like they were in an alliance.

• It's during this time that Noah and Izzy see how Alejandro's flirting was getting to Harold and saw the way this seemed to please the charming boy. Izzy is the one who guessed Harold and Leshawna were Alejandro's first targets. But over the two days, Harold had been getting on Noah's last nerve with how the dude always tried to correct something Noah said or debate the validity of whatever Noah said. Noah knows he's right each time because he legit can't forget information he takes in, so it just irritated him that Harold thought he knew more than him.

• It's not in an arrogant way, Noah is legit a genius with an eidetic memory. It's not that he thinks he's right. He knows he's right. The way Harold had been confronting him had him feeling overwhelmed and more than a little frustrated.

• Izzy is so ride or die she's prepared to throw Harold off the plane herself once they are told it's time to fly again, but Noah just got this look on his face before he smiled maniacally and Izzy knew he had a plan. Thankfully, he did, and over the days they were flying, Noah and Izzy made sure to talk up the cultural insensitivity of Chris and the show in Egypt. What with the costume and the way he didn't even learn about the culture.

• I do see Chris as Birdie coded from Glass Onion, so he genuinely doesn't see what he's doing as wrong or incorrect.

• Noah and Izzy were hoping Harold would be so annoying that he would get Chris so mad he sabotaged the team by giving them a disadvantage, or he annoyed his team so much they sent him home.

• No one knows they planned this. Not even the viewers because they don't apologize and confess in the confessional like in future eliminations. It looks like it was all Alejandro's fault, which looks great for them as they view his as competition/the enemy.

• They know because, look, Noah can put two and two together and a guy who was going to be on a show called Total Drama: Dirtbags has got to he bad news but also because he's the one who cast him in the show in the first place. He knows what he's capable of. But also because he's attracted to him, and he almost always found the bad guys in movies/shows to be really attractive.

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[z0mb13xxxx]

Together

together character sheet

sypnosis: you have just been kicked out of your shared apartment with your roommate, needing a place to go, you call the only person you can think of

tags: Reiner Braun, Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Annie Leonhart, Bertholtd Hoover, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer, Marco Bodt, Porco Galliard, Pieck Finger, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Hitch Dreyse,Zeke Yeager, slow burn, smut, reiner x reader, aot x reader, fem!reader, angst, modern day au

A/N: THIS IS A PERVY STALKER TYPA FIC IT MAY ALSO INCLUDE SOME HEAVY SUBJECTS this will be a slow read so there will be the occasional getting action memories but not current day action, i do plan on posting this on wattpad as well! other than that enjoy!!

chapter 1 - new beginnings

There you were, standing at the curb of the street, all of your clothes being tossed out the window in front of your face, this all started when an argument spurted out with your roommate. Shit. You rented this place out to her!! The lease is in your name!! So why was SHE kicking YOU out!?

Basically the fight consisted of her accusing you of fucking her man, which was not true what so ever, it wasn’t your fault that he was a un-loyal pervert. “HITCH!! i promise you i am NOT interested in him!! he isnt even my type!” you spurted out at her. “LIAR! he told me everything all the pictures and shit i even saw them you SLUT!” looking at disbelief, you couldn’t believe this was happening, you had been single for about a year now. Sure the occasional hookups here and their, but you’re 20 in college so of course you would be messing around but not with her man

“Unbelievable” you scoffed, pulling out your phone you call your best friend. Reiner. “Hello?” he answers, his deep voice hitting your eardrums like music, it kinda sounded like he had just woken up, i mean it was 5:30 in the morning. “Reiner! Ugh thank god you answered im so sorry to bother you but, can you come pick me up. I know its early but hitch is throwing all of my shit on the curb and i have no clue what to do. She’s accusing me of fucking marlo” you snarked, making sure she can hear you talking shit, “Ugh no yeah yeah its fine ill be on my way..” He sputters

You and Reiner kinda had this weird relationship, you have know eachother since diapers but he always had this weird obsession with you. In the. beginning of college you guys would have the occasional hookups, yeah it was weird but fuck, you would be lying if you said you never wanted it, he was able to give it to you so good in such an odd way. There was no doubt that Reiner was a perv, Throwing sexual comments at you, Touching you when you guys where at parties or even when hanging out together. There was this one time when you guys where at a party, of course you where drinking and dancing, suddenly you felt these big calloused hand snake up your body, Reiner’s pelvis hitting your ass, When you looked back to see who it was, He was just giving you a cocky smirk. Then one thing led to another and before you knew it, you where in the bathroom on your knees with his cock in your mouth. Memories like that you could never forget.

You hear the loud engine of Reiner’s truck pulling up, Looking back, A sense of relief hit you, waving towards the truck, he pulls into the driveway of what used to be your shared driveway with hitch. “You need me to go grab your bed?” you nodded, looking past him you see another male in the truck, wait no…two males, “Eren? Jean?? why are they here?” you questioned “figured you needed help since your basically moving out, you’re also gonna need a place to stay, and you know i have a extra bedroom.” you stopped him right there “No no no…i am NOT moving in with you. Your place is already crowded enough as it is” you spurted out, Eren chiming in “When we were looking for places we offered you to move in with us. Did we not tell you moving in with hitch would be a bad idea y/n?” all you could do is look at him blankly

“Just keep quite and start moving.” you roll your eyes at him, not wanting to admit he was right.

Finally putting the last piece of your furniture into the truck as well as the last piece of miscellaneous things in your car. Taking a long sigh you feel Reiner’s presence behind you “Im not letting you on the streets. So either you move in with us or you move in with us” he chuckled, scoffing at his comment you shot a glare at him “How bout this. I’ll TEMPORARILY stay with you guys. Until i can afford to move out and look for a better roommate I’ll stay. Does that sound like a deal?” you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it, he ponders on the thought for a little, shrugging your shoulders he shakes his head “Nah. There is no way im letting you move out, you’re better off staying with me so” he chuckled getting into his truck he starts it and pops his head out the window “Just come follow me, kay!?” He yelled out, rolling your eyes at him you got into your tiny car and started following him

Pulling into the driveway of his house, Reiner had rented out a duplex from his family, considering he came from a wealthy family he was able to afford things like that. Jean and Eren lived in the lower and Reiner and you would be living in the upper. His place was really nice, but considering the things that happened so far in yours friendship you weren’t to sure how this would go. Parking next to Jeans mercedes’, you shut the car off and step out, leaning against the door you watch as all the males hop out of the blondes truck. You pulled yourself away from the car and open the back seat, Gathering your clothes you all start walking in the house. Following Reiner into what would be your new room you set your things down

After what it felt like hours of unpacking and re-organizing, you guys are finally done. Plopping down on your bed you sigh out, grabbing your phone to make a few calls about the incident you are fortunate enough to have your lease almost be up in august. A soft knock is your door, its Reiner, coming in he sits on your bed next to you rubbing your thigh “So..how are you feeling, i know it was a lot” you sit up adjusting your position “honestly i’m a little hurt, i’m in disbelief that hitch would accuse me of something like that, we were just starting to become really good friends too, i think she knows that I’m not the problem and deep down that marlo is a piece of shit. But she doesnt wanna accept it because of whatever reasons she has.” you state, looking at the wall across from you, Reiners hands travel up your bare thigh”Yeah its a shame..i mean theres a good outcome that came with it but also still…sucks, im assuming you still have to pay what you owe till the lease is up?” you nod, “damn..well i wont charge you that much” he chuckles trying to bring light to the situation all you can do is just shoot a glare at him know what he his hinting

“THAT is another thing. We are not doing any of that, no fucking, no kissing, and no touching” you remark as you pull his hand off of your thigh, he pouts at you “Awww cmon baby…i know you like it” he coos tilting your chin up with his hand, your face turns tomato red, pushing him away you shake your head “Reiner!! we cant!” he raises a brow “and who said we cant cmon at least give me a chance” you lean back on your palms “listen as much as i had fun fucking around, I’m looking for something serious, i know how you are Reiner and i don’t wanna catch feelings and then just be left in the dirt.” taken aback by your comment his face contorts into a frown “I know. but trust me i’m not like that anymore i’m different i’m i’ve changed! Look i wont pressure you but at least sit on it” he grabs ahold of your hand with his “I promise i can be good for you y/n, just really think about it” shit, his words are getting to you, i mean he really is an attractive guy but he also likes to mess around, and to say you haven’t caught feelings for him and then just to see him with another girl made you break, so all you can mutter out is a small fine

A/N: alright i know this chapter was short but i couldnt think of anything else but smut LMAO anyway, more chapters will release ill try and have them out every saturday, ill also be posting on wattpad as well, there will also be a character info sheet coming out soon!

word count: 1,413

@z0mb13xxxx please do not use my works for AI related purposes, copy, modify, or steal my works.

[szasfuckingwife]

SHAWTY FUCK WIT’ ME CUZ SHE KNOW I’M POPULAR

RICHBOY!EREN YEAGER X RICHGIRL!READER

WARNINGS: Smut, car sex, Jean tryna sabotage eren and y/n, swearing, weed, jealous sex, Jealous eren

SYNOPSIS: You and Eren have started your relationship and have become exclusive, but when Jean finds out, he decides that he wants you for himself..

A/N: I wanted to release this on the day i hit 1k but it’s cool💀 I made two drafts for pt 2, this and one and another one where eren invited Y/n over for dinner at his parents and she meets zeke. I dunno if i like this draft as much but I decided to release it cuz car sex wit eren???

This is pt2 of Soundgasm

It’s been months, and in those months , you’ve spent them with Eren. Yes, it was semi fucking, semi talking but it was with Eren nonetheless. Of course, you didn’t want to make it obvious to your parents that you were seeing someone- if you can even call it that. But, if you had the choice, you’d chill with Eren everyday.

Yet again, you were at the country club. Except this time, you were more than happy. Mainly due to Eren being behind you, holding your hands as you held the club. You swore that Eren couldn’t distract you when you were golfing and he put you to the test.

You couldn’t stop giggling as he kissed your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Eren, you’re gonna make me miss it.”

“I thought you were the best golfer here?”, he put his cap on your head. His head was definitely bigger than yours. Despite that, he found it cute how it looked on you.

However, inside the country club building, a tall brunette stared at the touchy scene in front of him. It was his friend - or more frenemie - kissing on some girl. He’s seen you before from time to time. Jealousy didn’t show on his face but he was definitely feeling it inside.

“Jean, bro…is that Eren?” Connie, another teenager asked Jean. You’ve met Connie before, he’s a little to weird for you and quite literally the definition of ‘spoiled brat’. Splashing his parents cash as if it was spare change.

Jean nodded, “Who’s the girl?”

“That’s Y/N. I didn’t know they were close like that.” Connie raised a brow, scratching his bald head.

“I didn’t know that there was a ‘they’ anyway…” Jean muttered, pulling down his Cartier aviators.

You see, Jean didn’t love Eren. Yeah, that was his friend from middle school. And yes, they’d had a happy friendship until they grew into teenagers. Jean thought Eren would stay on the hockey team, like he promised. And when Eren turned around and joined the basketball team, getting all these offers angered Jean.

Not enough for Jean to be praying on Erens downfall, but enough for Jean to think that maybe, just maybe, you’d be happier with him.

When you guys finished golfing, Eren took you over to the bar, paying for both of your drinks. “You gonna come to my game this Saturday?”

“I haven’t missed one this season..” You smiled at him, causing butterflies to float in his stomach. “I don’t see why I’d miss this one.”

Eren loved when you came to his games. You were his motivation. Yeah, because he didn’t want to lose and embarrass himself in front of the girl he was so close calling his girlfriend. But, seeing your smile after scoring was enough for him.

“I’ll see if coach can get you better seats this time. What did your parents think of the last game-” “Eren!”

When you looked behind him, you saw three people walk up to you. Constance, who you’ve met, was smiling, dressed in a large, navy blue varsity jacket with a white hoodie underneath and the same coloured cargoes.

There was a brown haired girl, who you haven’t met. She wore a casual lilac summer dress with her hair up in a ponytail. Her eyes were huge, in a cute way. She smiled at you, her cheeks rosy and round.

The guy in the middle of them was the tallest out of the three of them, he may be taller than Eren. There were striking similarities between the two however. For starters, they were both tall, brunettes, pretty eyes. He wore a tight long sleeved white top and some joggers. There was no doubt about it, he was definitely intimidating but weirdly, he wore a smile on his face.

“You didn’t tell me you’ve got a girl..” The taller boy wrapped his arm around Erens neck. You saw him put a little bit of pressure as Eren began chuckling. “All grown up now, huh?”

“Shut up, Jean..” Eren responded, smiling after seeing his best friend. “Y/N, this is Jean, Sasha and Connie.”

They all smiled at you and you gave one back. “Connie? Is that a nickname?” You asked.

“Don’t tell me he gave you that bullshit about his name being Constance.” Jean cackled, his friend’s cheek going red with embarrassment. “It’s a name his grandma gave him and she’s the only reason why he can call himself a quarter Dominican.”

Connie barked out insults at Jean earning a few heads to turn towards your group at the bar. You all continued to laugh. Jean especially payed close attention to your smile and how pretty it looked.

After you all had your drinks, you all chose to chill outside, soaking up in the sun. A conversation had already begun but, it was mainly Jean giving Eren shit.

“I told you if you stayed doing hockey, we would’ve made it big.” Jean sighed as Eren rolled his eyes for the nth time.

“You do hockey?” You ask.

He smiles at your curiosity, “Yeah, I do. Our team are on our third championship and hopefully, getting our fourth by next Friday.”

Eren watches as Jean continues to babble about hockey. He sees the face he makes. That one face where he seems unbothered but Jean’s really trying to impress you.

“I see you do golf. Well, we all did this morning.” As Jean spoke, Connie held back laughter, disguising it with a cough. Sasha seemed to be confused to and nudged Connie, hoping he’d tell her.

It took a few minutes before you realised they probably saw you and Eren playing together. A shy laugh leaves your mouth, “It was just practice. Eren’s a little rusty…”

“Oh, he’s rusty in golf too? He was rusty in the court too is what I’m hearing.” The table falls into silence after Jeans dig at Eren. You fear Eren will retaliate, cause a scene. But all Eren does is chuckle as he eats the last of his sorbet.

“Who you hearin that from?” Eren asked.

“People in your team, Yeager.” Jean smirks.

The tension that was now at your table couldn’t even be cut with a knife, it’d need something much greater. You can barely hear anyone breathe let alone talk.

You look at Eren, attempting to get him to look at you back but, he doesn’t

However, Connie clears his throat after a few seconds of silence, “Well, Eren I know you have a game on Saturday which is why I’m being so generous and throwing a party on Sunday. And of course, Y/n and yourself are invited.”

It took a lot of convincing from you in order for Eren to say yes to going to Connie’s party. He was filled with excuses, ‘i’ll be too tired from the game’ and ‘Connies parties are too much’. But once he heard you say you wanted to go so you can meet his friends, he knew it was just out of the kindness of your heart.

So, on Sunday, Eren picks you up in his Mercedes - what he didn’t mention was that he begged his father to give him the car so he could impress you.

It did kinda hurt when you didn’t gawk at his car but he didn’t mind it. Maybe you just weren’t impressed by material items.

When he pulled up to Connies house, you were both immediately met with a loud bass that shook the whole neighbourhood. Eren sighed before walking into the house, he wasn’t a frequent party guy but he enjoyed them.

As soon as you walked in, the smell of weed and alcohol met your nostrils. Random people were all over each other, kissing, grinding or shotgunning. Eren made sure your hand was in his at all times, he didn’t want one of these weirdos talking to you.

“I-Is that Eren Yeager?!” Connie walked up to the two of you with open arms. It took you by surprise how he hugged the both of you. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I didn’t want to.” Eren muttered.

“Your house is beautiful, Connie. Why would your parents let you do this?” You chuckled.

You saw Connie’s eyes shift left and right before he shrugged. “They don’t know.” He saw your mouth open as you were about to say something. “And they don’t need to know.”

You sighed before Connie asked if you guys wanted any drinks and went to go get you something. Eren said something but due to the very loud music drowning him out, you replied with a “What?!”.

“Come dance!” He said. “Need to let everyone know you’re mine..”

A smirk grew on your face as you realised what this all was about. “Is Eren Yeager jealous?”

Eren quickly looked away. He doesn’t get jealous, mainly because he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants. And God help whoever tries to take that away from him.

After Connie came back with drinks, you let loose. The alcohol made you less reserved, causing you to start new conversations with randoms around the house.

Eren doesn’t usually dance but when he felt you grind against his crotch, Eren suddenly felt some rhythm in his legs. It was almost like you were right back on the field having him help you practice with golf.

This scene was a little more intimate and a little more risqué. His hot breath hit your neck before he kissed it. You felt his strong hands grip on your hips subtly moving your hips to where he wanted them.

It was getting way too hot. You turned around and looked at him in the eye. His pretty eyes were lidded as he looked down at you. The corner of his lips were curled up into a grin, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You whisper into his ear. “Afterwards, I want you to take me somewhere - anywhere - and fuck me…”

Eren watched as you walked away so innocently. Sweetly asking Connie where’s the bathroom and politely asking people to excuse you.

He’d fulfil your wish.

Unexpectedly, you were met with a long queue to Connies bathroom. You weren’t even sure if some of the people in the line were even there to go to the bathroom but rather for a quickie.

“I know he doesn’t know you that well but Connie really made you use this bathroom…?” A low voice spoke behind you. When you turned around, Jean stood with a grin plastered on his face.

You chuckle, “There’s another bathroom?”

Jean puts his index finger by his lips, “Don’t tell everyone.” He whispers causing you to giggle. “It’s his parent’s on suite. Come, I’ll take you.”

Nothing was stopping you from following him. You were desperate for the toilet and the quicker you can do your business, the quicker you can get back to Eren.

Jean opens the door, holding it open for you to pass.

“That one…” He points at the door and you thank him before running to the bathroom. You finish your business and look in the mirror to take a good look at your appearance.

All that dancing had done something to your make up. You chuckle as you notice how your eye bags seemed slightly darker from your mascara and how your lip gloss was slightly smudged.

Once you leave the bathroom, you were met with Jean sitting on Connie’s parent bed, lighting a blunt. His eyes were on you as he placed it in between his lips.

“You’re gonna get Connie in trouble when his parents come home and their bed smells like weed..” You chuckle, finding a place on the bed to sit.

He shrugs, “The windows are up. Besides, they love me. I’m like the golden child in their eyes.”

You chuckle. The atmosphere was strange. Jean seemed like a chill guy but he was definitely arrogant in some way. All thoughts left your mind, however, when Jean took the blunt out of his lips and passed it to you.

“Nah, I don’t..smoke..” You smiled. “You shouldn’t either, Mr championship hockey player. It’s bad for your lungs and shit.”

He shakes his head grinning. “I don’t do it often. It’s just tonight, I wanna relax.”

“You better not do it often. When you make it big, it might be detrimental.” You mutter. Jean sees the way you play with your fingers and he can’t tell if you’re nervous or if that’s a habit.

Whatever it is, it’s cute.

“When I make it big, huh? What makes you think I’ll make it big?” He asks, he moves himself slightly closer to you but not too close where you’re uncomfortable.

You look at him. “You have an athlete persona. And, the way you were making it sound in the country club, you were destined for greatness.”

Jean shrugs, as if he doesn’t care. But he’s smiling in his head because he knows he’ll make it big. All the offers and scholarships piled at his front door aren’t just imaginary.

“Nah..” Jean chuckles. “I been playin since I could walk it feels like. My mom…she wasn’t filthy rich when I was born so it was hard to get me lessons. But when she slowly became richer, I’ve been at the top of my game. I owe it all to her, really.”

A smile adorns your face as you hear him talk about his mother. “How about you? I hear you do…golf?”

You then go on to ramble how you’ve been playing golf for a little over ten years now and how everyone thinks it’s boring, but it’s fun for you.

“And, you teaching Eren how to golf now?” He looks at you smugly. Something was telling you that Eren would be brought up. “He never seemed that interested before he met you I assume.”

You shrug, “He’s…good. But yeah, basketball is his thing. Golf is definitely mine.” You chuckle but Jean doesn’t. He just grins, and looks away.

The room falls silent as Jean continues to smoke, “You like him?”

The question almost catches you off guard, was it not clear in the country club?, “Yeah…I really do. He’s been great.”

Your answer leaves Jean a little more jealous than he should be. However, he does nothing but chuckle. “I’ve seen this happen so many times, y’know?”

“Seen what happen?”

He looks at you, blankly, “Eren gets a girl to fall in love with him and in the end, he leaves them for dust. It’s happened to that girl, Historia? Don’t know if you know her?”

Jean knew that what he was saying was a lie. Well, it was a half lie. Eren and Historia briefly dated and it was a very nasty break up. It was filled with toxicity from both parties and the relationship would’ve rot had it continued. But that was Eren’s first toxic relationship.

Ask any of his previous girlfriends, apart from Historia, they’d tell you that he was the one that got away.

“No..No, I don’t.” You answer. Was everything Eren told you a lie? Like how he’s never felt like this about anyone? Was it all just bullshit?

The conversation that was ahead didn’t appeal to you, so you stood from the bed. “Thanks for the conversation, Jean. It was nice getting to know you.”

He stands too, “It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have said all that about Eren. It’s none of my business…It’s the weed talkin..”

“No, you might’ve just opened my eyes a little.” You sigh, walking to leave the bedroom.

When you open the door, you were met with those same pretty eyes you’d been looking at for months. He looks at you, then behind you to see Jean. You can see him mentally try to connect the dots, but it’s too late. It didn’t help that your lip gloss was smudged.

“Eren..” You say, before he storms away.

You follow Eren outside as he marches back to his car. Obviously, from his perspective, he’s seen the girl he likes and his friend in a room that smells of weed. And, your lip gloss smudged.

But you have questions of your own. “Eren, stop..”

“Just get in the car, I’ll drop you home.” He sighs as he opens his side of the car. Normally, he’d walk over and open your door first. But he’s mad, furious.

The car ride starts off silent. Well, for the most part. The roading chants from Connie’s house echo throughout the driveway.

“Did you make out with him? Or fuck him?” He asks, like it’s an ordinary question.

You look at him in disbelief, “You’re not serious..”

“What? I’m seeing my girl and my friend in a room, what am I supposed to think?” He scoffs.

In any other situation, the way Eren called you ‘my girl’ would make your cheeks grow warm. But now is not the time, “I can’t speak to one of your friends?”

“Was that you were doing?” Eren asks sarcastically.

“Yeah, it was. And the things he told me about you surprised me the most.” You scoff back at him before crossing your arms and staring out the window.

Eren stays silent for a second, “What’d he say?”

“We talked about Historia. And how that and every other relationship you’ve had was toxic as hell.”

If Eren wasn’t driving, he’d snap his head to look at you in total disbelief. What Eren were you guys talking about? Because it surely isn’t Eren Yeager.

The same Eren Yeager who picked flowers from his mothers flowerbed to give to his first girlfriend before she cheated on him? Or the same Eren Yeager who was left soaked after giving girlfriend no.2 his jacket when it was raining like crazy?

“Y/N, I know you’re smart, c’mon..” He sighs. “He’s only saying that so you look at me differently.”

“And why would he-” “Because he’s attracted to you, Y/N!” He says, at this point he’s beyond annoyed. Finding out Jean was trying to jeopardise his new relationship was enough, but finding out you believed him?! Icing on the cake.

Once Eren says those words, it’s like everything clicked for you. That’s why he threw shade at eren at the country club.

“Ask any ex of mine, I was nothing but good to them..” Eren sighs. “Historia…Historia was the only toxic one. She cheated first, then I cheated. And yeah, I regret it. But…I was hurt.”

You look at him, full of regret. “I’m…I’m sorry, for not believing you..”

He shakes his head. “It’s whatever.”

The rest of the car ride is silent before Eren stops at a red light. You can tell this whole situation has pissed him off. But, there’s nothing you can do to regain his trust.

“One question, though..” Eren muttered. You turned to look at him straight away.

“You didn’t fuck him?”

You sighed, smiling slightly. “No, Eren. I barely even looked at him.”

“Good.” He turned into a car park and parked there. “Come ride me..”

The casualness in which he said that surprised you. But, it was the least you could do. Awkwardly, you made your way to sit on his lap.

Eren grabbed the back of your neck and pushed your face towards his, inviting you into a lengthy and sloppy kiss. His anger was radiating from the kiss alone as his other hand began to grab your ass from behind.

You felt his pull your skirt up slightly so he could grab your panties. That’s when you heard a loud rip. You immediately felt the absence of your panties but you didn’t care. For now, all that mattered was making him feel good.

“Eren..I want you..” Eren smiled into the kiss after hearing your words. His hands went down to his joggers, pulling them down so his dick sprung out.

It was hard and throbbing against you. “Maybe we should argue more often.” He smiled at you, before kissing you again.

The feeling if Eren’s cock sliding in between your folds made you crazy. You wanted nothing but for him to thrust inside you, but you knew that you couldn’t be too impatient.

“This is what you wanted, hm? Talking to my friends, tryna get me jealous so I could fuck you like a whore, huh?” He whispered in your ear. You didn’t answer, the feeling of Eren against you making you unable to form words. “Answer me, Y/N.”

You nod, biting your lip. Suddenly, you feel a sharp slap on your bare ass. “Y/N, you’ve been pissing me off all night, use your words.”

“Yes!” You whimper. “I just wanted you to fuck me..”

Eren knows that was the case all along. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have grind on him like no one was watching.

Finally, Eren pushes his cock inside you. You gasp at the feeling, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. Eren smirks as your hips begin to rock, slowly but it feels amazing.

A string of moans leave your plump lips. Eren groans at the way your pussy tightens around him ever so slightly. “You’re fucking mine, okay?”

You nod again, forgetting how Eren wants you to speak. He thrusts up into you roughly, earning a loud moan from you. His strokes are quick and satisfying. You feel like you’re gonna cum before he abruptly stops.

“Ren..” You whine.

“You want me to fuck you like that? Then, fucking speak when I’m talking to you.” His voice is low as he tells you what he wants.

You begin to bounce on his cock. Obviously, it’s quite cramped because cars aren’t made for sex. But you make it work. Eren’s hands grip tightly on your hips as you speed up.

And Eren so badly wants to rip your shirt to see your beautiful boobs. But he knows hes dropping you back to your parents.

So, he settles for pulling up your top, exposing your tits. He greedily sucks and kisses all over them. If your mind wasn’t already scrambled by his dick, this would send you.

“Eren, fuck..feels too good..” You whimper.

He notices you slowing down and slaps your ass again, “Don’t slow down. You were talking all that shit earlier, like you know shit..”

A whine leaves your mouth again as you try to bounce on his cock as feverishly as you did before. But you just don’t have that much energy.

“You need some help, huh?” He asks and you mewl out a small, ‘please’.

Immediately, you feel Eren snap his hips up into you, fucking you hard and deep. You lose your breath for a second before gnashing your teeth down on your lip, attempting to muffle your moans.

His lips are back on your tits and then they travel up to your neck, hard enough to leave marks. You try to stop him, realising that if your parents see a hickey, they’d be angry as hell. But, all efforts are futile.

“You gonna speak to Jean again?” He says, breathlessly.

“N-No!”

His hands slap your ass a few more times, “I know, baby. Because you’re mine, hm? These tits are mine, this pussy is mine, yeah?”

You nod, this time Eren doesn’t care because he so close to cumming. “You’re about to make me come, baby. I can feel you’re close.”

“I’m so fucking close, Ren..” You hug him as he fucks you even more faster than he did before. Eren groans out a ‘Fuck!’ before you cum all over him, causing him to cum too.

The car smells like pure sex as you and Eren try to regain your breath. He looks up at you and kisses you. It’s a softer kiss but it still sends butterflies to your stomach.

“Be my girlfriend.” He mutters in between kisses.

You look at him and smile. “I’d be honoured..”

[femnoah]

Omg saiki k au where Noah is saiki

Teruhashi is Alejandro

Rest of cast idk but I think it wld be really funny

See, based on personalities that would work perfectly especially with saiki and Noah's attitude and the whole flipping between Neha/Noah but also consider:

Alejandro with Saiki's powers

Neha/Noah with Teruhashi's

Like those power swap fics between the two. I've always found them funny.

Neha is gods favourite and the perfect pretty girl but hates it. Especially all of the attention so she takes to dressing as a guy to avoid attention as much as possible. Like, she does everything in her power to be as normal as possible but everything just works out perfectly for her to actually annoying and ridiculous degrees.

Then on the flip side Alejandro purposefully uses his powers to be as popular and perfect as possible with varied layers of success. All he wants is for the likeability meters to be as high as possible. Of course this isn't easy with him being one of newest of the cast. He just can't understand why 'Noah' of all people, someone who's so ungrateful and is constantly icy and rude, has it come so naturally.

And honestly, the main reason why Alejandro having the powers would be way funnier is because imagine Owen as Nendou. The one person he can't detect is Owen.

Then he'd have his weird rivalry with José, a super genius. They're constantly fighting for attention and proving they're the best.

Harold would be Kaidou, just casually upping his delusion levels.

Izzy as Akechi. Her thoughts are unreadable because her brain moves too fast and she knows e v e r y t h i n g

Cody as toritsuka - this is mainly because of the bra incident tbh

Duncan as Aren ajnsjsjsjajehw though Eva would also work, the imagery of Aren and Kaidou's friendship as Duncan and Harold is too funny to ignore

Tyler as Hairo, mainly because of the whole jock thing tho Geoff would also be a funny option

Zeke as Mera because once again, comedic potential

Sierra as Mikoto except she's convinced that Cody is her soulmate

Justin would be Saiko. Honestly, I kind of debated him being Imu buuuuut, Saiko and Nendou.... Justin and Owen...

Instead, Heather is now Imu

Though I am debating on who would fill chiyo's role. Maybe Leshawna? Have the chiyo and kaidou dynamic going or even have it reversed

But yeah, if we're going based on personalities then Alejandro=Teruhashi and Noah/Neha=kusuo/kuriko

But the potential of these dynamics in game/in school would be interesting.

Like, were they born with the powers or was it because of TD and Chris' insanity?

Using powers sneakily to compete and everything just going wrong in ridiculous ways and getting out of hand very quickly

[syoish-aot]

"I Found You (too)" - EREN/READER - REINCARNATION AU (chapter 2)

eren/reader

reincarnation & memory loss

rating: T

word count: 2378

<- CH 1 | CH 3 ->

There’s a weight against your chest when you wake up.

A solid weight.

It’s warm. Soft. And it lifts, just slightly, before something tickles your nose.

“Mrr…”

As you blink awake, two wide yellow eyes with pupils in straight slits stare at you.

The cat, with brown striped fur and a single canine sticking out from between its lips, moves forward to nuzzle its face against your cheek.

When you don’t react, it yawns, stretches, and then crawls off your chest before hobbling on three legs to the end of the bed. It sits down, looks back at you, and then hops off the bed with another “mrr” as if to say: “It’s time to get up.”

You blink away the sleep in your eyes as you sit up and glance around the room.

When you’d fallen asleep last night the room had been unfamiliar. 

And now, as you’re waking up, it’s the exact same. 

It’s unfamiliar. 

But there are photographs of you and Mr. Kruger on the walls. A shelf full of books that look very well-read. A pile of laundry. And a warmth that surrounds you, immediately making you feel calm.

This place is home.

Even if Mr. Kruger hadn’t told you that last night, you felt like you’d still know.

Without needing to be told, you’d just know that this place was home.

A small home. No war, pain, or death. A warm bed. A cat and the smell of good food wafting from down the hall.

It won’t last long- this beautiful dream, because the beautiful dreams never last long. So you make up your mind that you’re going to cherish it. Every moment of this dream you’re going to cherish.

The cat sticks its head back into the room:

“Meeeooowwwwwwww…”

The dream is too nice to let it go to waste.

“Good morning, Mr. Kruger!” The sound of your cheery voice pulls Eren out of his sleep. He grumbles as he squeezes his eyes shut, pulling the crisp white hospital sheets over his head.

You laugh in response and he hates it so damn much.

Your dumb laugh.

Your stupid smile.

The way you always greet him with a ‘Good morning, Mr. Kruger’ as you pull open his window and say:

“It’s a beautiful day out!”

Yeah. That. 

Fucking hell it’s awful.

And yet he still lowers the sheets and, with a groan, he sits up. 

His head is pounding, it always is, and he takes in a deep breath as he forces the pain to continue.

…don’t heal, don’t heal, don’t heal…

It’s been his mantra for two weeks.

His missing leg is an annoyance, but his missing eye is a pain. He constantly has a headache as his body begs him to let it grow back. To fix itself. To regenerate and return him to his full potential. But he can’t do it yet. He has to wait for the perfect opportunity and lay low until then.

So, the headache.

And because of the headache, pretty much the only good thing you bring him:

“Here,” you say with that same cheery smile as you hand him a paper cup holding three pills.

Blue, antibiotics.

Chalk white, a multivitamin.

And of course, red, for the pain.

Did he have his suspicions that that wasn’t all those pills were for? Sure.

Was he about to compromise his position by questioning it? No.

He’d play the part of the good little traumatized soldier as he waited for Zeke to contact him. Then things would really get going and he’d kill every last Marleyan in sight. 

“Can you hold your arm out for me?” You ask, jotting something down on your clipboard as your words ooze with fake kindness.

Eren fucking hates it.

He knows what you really think of him. What all Marleyans think of anyone that had the misfortune of being born Eldian.

You think he’s a devil.

And you’re right, he supposes. He is a devil. Which is exactly why, as he holds out his arm so you can measure his blood pressure, he fantasizes about the day he can burn this hospital to the ground with you and every other person that’s been poking and prodding him for the last two weeks trapped within it. 

“There you go again,” you say with a lighthearted laugh, “slipping off into one of your daydreams. Where are you always slipping off to, Mr. Kruger?”

He normally doesn’t reply to you because there’s no point.

He prefers your days off when one of the more quiet nurses has this job.

Despite it, for some reason, he answers you. With a short sigh, he says:

“Somewhere nice.”

You remove the rubber strap from his arm and go back to your clipboard. “I know what you mean,” you tell him with a soft smile. “I like to go somewhere nice too.”

Eren has a feeling these two nice places are very, very different.

“You take a suspiciously long time with Mr. Kruger every morning,” Myra tells you as the two of you walk down the hall on the way to the break room.

“I- I do not!”

“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes as your cheeks flush pink.

“I’m just being thorough. Unlike you I take pride in my work.”

Her loud laugh bounces off of the bleak walls. “Did you know that you always get feisty when you’re being defensive? All you’re doing is proving my point~”

“Well, sometimes he can be- difficult. Everyone knows that.” You say, not wanting to argue with her and further “prove her point”. 

“Yeah,” she scoffs, “not with you though.”

You roll your eyes.

“Maybe he’s got a crush on you or something.”

Immediately you stop walking.

“What?” Myra asks.

“That’s- I-... don’t joke about that. Someone might hear you.”

Myra scoffs. “Who gives a shit.” She dismisses with a casual wave of her hand. “That kinda thing happens all the time.”

She’s right, of course. Plenty of the soldiers at the hospital have indicated that they’ve developed-... something for those caring for them. It was natural, you supposed, given the trauma they’d experienced in battle. A terrible experience like that followed by someone treating your injuries, regardless of how cruel they may be while they do it, would seep into someone’s mind and turn into-...

Whatever it turns into. 

It’s a mess, regardless. A mess that you would never let yourself fall into.

“It doesn’t matter if it happens all the time.” You mutter as you storm past Myra, “I could still get in trouble.”

She rolls her eyes again as she catches up with you. “Only if you do something about it.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Good.” She says simply. “And not just because he’s your patient. You know what happens to people that get tangled up with Eldians.”

The way she says it makes your breath catch. 

The reminder always does and why wouldn’t it?

You do know. You know exactly what happens with people who get “tangled up” with Eldians because you’ve seen it first hand and you’ll never forget it.

No matter how much you wish you could, you'll never forget the way your brother’s body hung limp against the fence outside the internment zone. The way he was left there, for days, to rot against the wall. The way the birds picked at the skin of his face, his fingers, tearing away bits of flesh to the point that his body was turned into something else entirely.

You’ll never forget the words ‘ELDIAN LOVER’ painted in deep crimson against the brick wall behind him.

“You have to make something of yourself.” Your mother had told you that night as she sobbed for her loss. Not the loss of her son, but for the loss of your family’s reputation. “Make something of yourself that we can be proud of,” she cried, “make them forget about him… you owe it to your family…”

Flesh. Rope. Red spray paint.

Your stomach turns at the memory. 

And suddenly, you’re no longer interested in your lunch.

It traps you in a daze for the rest of the day.

It always does.

The reminder of why you worked so hard to get this job, why you slave away working extra hours and rarely ever taking a day off unless it’s absolutely necessary. You had to work hard for your family. For their reputation. So you could undo the sins of your brother and make up for what he’d done.

It exhausts you.

Your life here exhausts you.

You’re supposed to hate your older brother, you know you are because he betrayed you. He betrayed your whole family and put them in danger for his own selfishness. 

It would have been easy for your whole family to be executed for what he’d done, even though none of you had any idea it was happening. You could have been seen as accomplices and punished as such. The only reason you were still alive was because your family had been fortunate enough to pay for your lives. And your lives were a hefty payment.

You’d grown up in a large house in the countryside with pretty dresses and expensive toys. Servants who did whatever you wanted and enough money that you’d never know what it felt like to go to bed hungry.

Your father had been a banker.

Had.

Because after your brother’s affair with an Eldian maid was found out, your family lost it all.

So, you should have been mad at him. You should have been livid. You should have hated him and spent the rest of your life cursing his existence for what it’d brought you.

But you didn’t.

Despite where your life was after all of it. Despite the pressure that was suddenly put on your shoulders. Despite every moment of agony after it. You couldn’t be mad at your brother.

Because…

…your brother had been in love.

“I’m leaving soon.” He told you, the night before he was found out. The night before he was hung on that wall and left to rot.

But neither of you knew that would be his fate. So you just scowled as you clutched your doll tightly to your chest, watching as he darted around the room and packed his things.

“Father said you don’t start university for three more years.” You pointed out.

“I don’t.” He laughed. “But I’m not going to university.”

“You aren’t?”

“No.” He stopped in front of you and knelt down so he could look you in the eye. “Can you keep a secret?”

You nodded.

“Promise?”

You nodded harder.

He chuckled softly before he pulled a ring out of his pocket. “I’m getting married.”

You gasped. “To who?”

He got a far-off look in his eyes as the smile on his face turned to something else. Something softer. As if he was suddenly swept up in a daydream that took him somewhere completely new. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I-...” He sighed as he slid the ring into his pocket. “Look,” the wishful expression he had been wearing slipped away as his gaze hardened. “Sometimes adults are wrong.”

“No, they’re not.”

“Yes.” He said pointedly. “They are.”

You stayed quiet.

“Sometimes they’re wrong and the reason they’re wrong is that they’ve never taken a moment to think about what they’ve been taught. I’m going away soon, but don’t ever forget that, okay? Don’t you ever forget to think for yourself when someone tells you something, no matter who they are or how much confidence they have when they say it.”

You scowled. “What does any of that have to do with you getting married?”

He laughed as the smile returned to his face. “It has everything to do with it.” He patted your head and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he went back to packing. 

As he packed he told you about the life he was leaving to create for himself and his special person.

A small home, just big enough for two. Far away from war and pain and death. Somewhere they could be happy. A warm bed. Homemade food. Maybe even a cat, if they found one that was nice enough to keep.

“You should have more than one!” You told him as he described the kitten he would find in this made-up fantasy, tucked under a rose bush in a rainstorm. 

“I should, shouldn’t I! How many cats should I have?”

“Four!!” You exclaimed with a giggle.

“Four!?!” He said in mock surprise, which had you laughing all over again.

It was a beautiful dream. A fantasy. 

But that’s all it would ever be because nice places like that, no matter how desperately you wished they could, didn’t exist.

Still. It’s where you always found yourself, when you stared for a little too long out the window, when you walked home after a hard day, or when you struggled to fall asleep at night.

That small house in a faraway world without war. Without pain. Without even death.

It was warm. 

And it was where you found yourself. 

You push open the door to Mr. Kruger’s room with his evening medicine. You’re smiling as you carry it to him. Smiling at the world you’ve created in your head. A special escape, just for you.

“You’re late.” Mr. Kruger tells you as he closes his book.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Sorry, I had to go somewhere.”

“Hm.” He hums. “Where?” You don’t know if he actually cares. Maybe he’s just in one of his rare moods where he wants to make brief conversation.

You pass him a paper cup full of pills and the tips of your fingers brush against his. Just the tips. 

It sends a rush of warmth up your arm.

You watch as the paper cup meets his lips and he tilts his head back.

A small home. No war, pain, or death. A warm bed. Good food. Cats.

You slip away just long enough for him to finish swallowing his pills and when he lowers the cup, you finally answer him:

“...I went somewhere nice…”

It’s a shame, really. 

A shame that you’ll only ever be able to visit such a nice place in your dreams…

like this post to be added to the tag list for new parts

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

It’s Rant Time Again, Friends!

And today’s rant is brought to you by the silliness that came scross my Twitter feed this week in the form of an absolutely pointless question, but even more so by some of the asinine answers I saw. Some of you probably already saw this (and responded) if you’re on Twitter, so I’m not screenshotting it. Besides, people are allowed to ask (stupid) questions. But, I’m also allowed to comment on how dumb the questions are.

The Question:

“If it came down to saving Sam or Cas, who do you think Dean would save first?”

Question Issues:

If someone watched the show at all, the answer to this question is more than obvious. But the question isn’t even just “who would Dean save” but “who would Dean save first?” I mean the answer to both is the same, but surly even the “found family” crew of fans should be able to recognize that Dean will always try to save Sam first. The ones who claim otherwise have to be knowingly lying, because if not … I fear for society that people are that lack that much media literacy.

The responses:

So, here’s what gets me even more than the “innocent” question, the responses. Of course the vast majority of reposts and replies are saying some variation of “Sam, obviously.” Because it is obvious. The show has showed us again and sngsinghdt Dean would put Sam’s life above his own, his parents, his friends, anyone.

But what’s really amusing/annoying/sad is seeing people twisting themselves into pretzels just to avoid having to admit the truth. These are the ones saying things like:

“Dean would find a way to save both of them!” - Would he though? When “Zeke” gave Dean the ultimatum between sending a penniless, powerless, helpless and hunted Castiel out into the world on his own … or him leaving Sam, stopping the healing and potentially (only potentially) resulting in Sam dying, there is no hesitation. Dean clearly feels bad, but he tosses Cas out on his ass in a blink. What does he not do? He doesn’t try to arrange something so they are both safe. Hell, he doesn’t even give Cas anything to help feed, cloth or protect himself. He just sends him out into the world to try and figure shit out on his own.

“Dean would kill/sacrifice himself, if it meant he could save Cas, too.” - Umm, where have we ever seen him put Cas above himself? Would he risk his life to save Castiel? Of course he would, but he would also risk his life to try and save a complete stranger. That sort of comes with the territory of being a hunter. But the only person Dean has ever directly and intentionally sacrificed himself for is Sam. I saw some argue that he was willing to kill or himself to bring Cas back after Chuck snapped everyone away in Season 15, but that’s a misinterpretation (selective listening), common among hellers and Cas stans, of what Dean is actually saying. Dean and Sam say they will kill each other if Chuck will bring everyone back, including Cas. They are not offering to do this just for Cas, it’s for the world. Besides, in his scenario I get the feeling that the intention is for both Sam and Dean to die, so they’ll go out together to save everyone else.

“Dean would save Sam, but his life would be over, or he’d give up after without Cas.” - LMAO. No. Unless you want to argue that a smiling happy and content Dean is secretly trying to drown his sorrows in the finale when Sam is the one to bring up Jack and Cas, and Dean is basically like, “yeah sure, losing them was sad or whatever, but like we gotta live Sam. Now let’s destroy this pie.”

And my personal favourite…

“It totally depends on what season of the show we are talking about.” - Bitch please, it would make no difference. There isn’t a single episode, let alone whole Season, where Desn would try to save Cas before, or instead of, Sam. See my examples from Season 9 and 15 above. There are so many examples of Dean not doing much to save Cas, vs him begging, pleading, or trading humans to save Sam.

[pisspope]

rei and zeke bday hcs cause like,,, why not (but also bc its what the ppl voted for)

tw: implied sex, references to canon typical violence

zeke

- its not that his parents didn’t celebrate his birthday at all its just,,, it was usually a small affair with influential PTA members and their kids. in other words, no one zeke got along with. very much a “seen not heard” while the grown ups sip mimosas type deal

- and of course zeke does everything in service of disappointing his parents so!!! its party time

- honestly u could try to throw a surprise party but good fucking luck this man is snoopy as all hell. every time ur out just a little too long with pieck or porco (they’re bickering over how early to buy balloons) he’s got u on the horn like “i know ur planning something”. would never accuse u of cheating bc he fully believes his own hype and knows u wouldnt DARE cheat on Adonis Himself (Narcissus more like but w/e)

- so yeah he’s probably at least a little involved in the planning of it all, wants to backseat drive because hes “not a loser who plans his own birthday party”. sending u screenshots from his notes app with his favorite colors, songs, what cake he wants, etc. lowkey insufferable

- day comes and you’ve rented out the kid’s bday party section of a bowling alley/arcade and filled it with every friend you can think of that isn’t vaguely shitty or hasn’t been burned by zeke in some way. so like… maybe 10 people, gabi and the kids included so they have a believable cover story if the staff asks who the party’s for. not that they’d care but zeke loves to play like he’s so sNeAkY and sHiFty by telling everyone it’s a party for udo or something.

- that man can BOWL and he’s an ass about it. the sorest winner in the world. in every universe he will knock down 10 or more little dudes with a rock and cheer and whoop and holler like an idiot. jeering at porco when he gets a gutter ball and you see reiner pull him aside like “just let him have it today. its his big day.” as if it is not ALSO reiner’s big day

- played with the idea of him getting a devil’s food cake and reiner getting an angel’s food cake for the lolz but he’s not sharing a party on his life so. coffee cake 100%, both because he likes it and because the kids don’t, which means more to take home. schemer that he is

- does ask for gifts but is pretty insistent about it being under 20 dollars (so he can see who overspent and ACTUALLY loves him. male manipulator). falco gets him an officially licensed sock monkey and he cries (pussy). whispering to u after that if his parents ever die horribly he’ll adopt him

- heading to the connected arcade after and, second verse same as the first, he kills at skee ball. breaks the record on each machine one after the other just to show off, gets all smirky holding the wad of tickets, talking about how he “does it all for uuuuu” and gives u the wettest sloppiest kiss on the cheek just to embarrass u

- does actually give u all his winnings tho. the high score, the posterity, the want to be remembered,,, the ego boost is enough, u can have the 2100 ticket pikachu plush <3 (u will never hear the end of this. i pity u)

- def gets home with his leftover dessert in hand and gifts in bags on his wrist, smile more genuine than usual. opening the door and letting u in, gifts and food quickly forgotten in lieu of giving you a proper thank you for helping put all this together

- 100% squeezing ur ass and asking if there’s any leftover cake for him, knowing it’ll make u roll your eyes but that you’ll relent bc the cheese is part of the charm (and boy when he gets that treat he asked for? he EATS)

reiner

- something something something same birthday complete opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of how they celebrate it

- wants his bday to be a nice quiet affair with the people he loves most, his little found family and maybe karina if hes feeling generous that year

- if u plan a party in any capacity hes gotta be part of the action! wants to hang streamers, balloons, any little things you decide on to spruce up your place for the event (please don’t call it an event he can’t handle the pressure)

- also u can’t have a cookout bday bc he will insist on working the grill the whole time. shark coded, will drown if he isn’t doing something 

- the party itself is extremely laidback, feels more like a big hangout. ordering 3 of his favorite type of pizza, bringing out beanbags and comfy chairs from other parts of the house so everyone can sit in the living room together. gabi and falco take the tv hostage to play video games and colt and bertholdt somehow get roped into it. it’s raucous, but comfortable.

- u and gabi collab on a homemade cake, but reiner is the baker in the family and gabi just likes the excuse to make a mess. end up making some easy cookies and buying a walmart sheet cake, and its a good thing, too, because just the sight of his name is enough to make him tear up. “you didn’t have to do all this” what, make a phone call to get ur name on a cake? the bar is on the floor unfortunately

- no presents because he can’t handle the pressure, but there’s a couple cards and his lip trembles over each one. zeke gets him a card that’s obviously for kids with stickers inside but he tears up at that one too because “it even comes with a little gift… so thoughtful…”

- rest of the party is spent doing more of the same, a couple beers are thrown back, maybe tosses a football around or something. very classic suburban white picket fence dream party. it brings reiner a quiet joy, one that he keeps close to his chest, a memory that he’ll look back on over and over.

- the guests start to filter out one by one until its just u and him, picking up paper plates, putting away leftovers. its all very domestic, it might actually be reiner’s favorite part. to just be with u in companionable silence, scooting around and putting the house in order. domesticity is something sacred that he never thought he’d have, and its a joy to share it with u.

- he INSISTS on sitting on the couch with u after, gives u those big eyes that he only gets when he wants u to pet his hair, falls asleep to one of his favorite comfort films with your hands on his head, totally content

- wakes up in the wee hours and carries u to bed like the big bear of a man that he is, not expecting anything of you, just wanting u to be comfortable. tucks u in and gives u a kiss like it’s your birthday or something

- and it’s not a gift bc reiner specifically requested no gifts, but if he wakes up to u wearing something special the next morning, something that leaves nothing to the imagination, i mean… maybe the party doesn’t have to be over quite yet

[ananke-xiii]

and talking about "making it worse"... Dean telling Cas that he has to leave the bunker without a fucking valid reason should have been worse. Come on, give me more.

Dean gives Cas some cash and a mobile because Gadreel told him Cas couldn't stay but he disn't say they couldn't keep in touch lol. I don't understand why Supernatural suddenly forgot about the existence of telephones. "Ehhhhh because they needed to emphasize Cas' pain etc". Fine.

Then give me a passive-aggressive fight. Dean gives Cas a phone, he calls him a few times to make sure he's okay but Cas just rejects his calls (being told to leave without reason after you had just died is a bitch).

So when Cas eventually gives in and calls Dean, he's just over the moon. He rushes to "Rexford, Idaho" secretly craving for some forgiveness. Things get even worse.

The situation precipitates when it's discovered that Zeke's not Zeke. Despite everything that's happened Cas stands by Dean's side. In fact, it's precisely because he wants to save the brothers that he decides to steal his own brother's grace. Cas is committed to the Winchester family.

However, things keep getting worse, Dean and Sam fight, Cas tries to mediate but he and Dean end up having a lil fight too. Cas has now changed and understands humans a bit better so he tries to be the bigger person and tries to call Dean and this time Dean fucking rejects his calls. Cas is very pissed but decides to stay with Sam and do what he can to stay by his side. In a way, he takes side. Or so Dean thinks or whatever.

When they finally reunite they manage to "stow their baggage" for a while but the explosion is inevitable. Instead of that lukewarm fight we see by the end of S9 we get the big one that's been building up from the first episode.

And the best part is that, yet once again, after the nth fight, Cas still chooses Dean and he confirms his commitment to him and his family for the third time this season. But it's too late.

So when S10 starts, Cas is at his lowest in every aspect of his life, he's like a dying Sims, we can see the little thingy over his head and it's not good. Of course, things between the two can only go better from this point on until Dean finds out Cas' been helping Sam out. Dean's totally not happy about it and the two have a minor argument. Dean thinks Cas is taking sides again or whatever Part 2. This is the build-up for the "Cas and Dean's Big Fight/Confrontation" that must happen at the end of every season since s4, it's a tradition. But this time, just like by the end of s9 when Cas saves Dean, we doubt if Dean will spare Cas' life (this actually happened in canon so I'm happy but I need more meat for Dean's angst/jealousy over Sam and Cas working together behind his back).

Yeah. Carver made it bad for Cas and Dean but I would've made it so much worse. Actual scenes with Cas and Dean weren't even necessary because I would have "Dabbed" it away. One thing I must give Dabb credit for is that he remembered telephones are a thing and they're also very conveniently symbolic of Cas and Dean's relationship from the very start so why not use them? Was it original? No. Did it make sense? Yes.

But anyway.

[hao-and-yoh]

Shaman King “Fractured Duality” Just for Fun chat!

Me: Did you see the video intro sample??

Zeke: I did.

Me: And?!

Zeke: Yeah it’s ok.

Me: Omg not you too!

Zeke: What?

Me: No one is matching my energy!! I’m so excited!!

Zeke: There’s literally thousands of AMV’s out there about me. Many of them to the discography of Linkin Park too.

Me: Ugh.

Alt Hao: I’ll match energies with you!

Me: You will?! I didn’t think you would be excited??

Alt Hao: Are you kidding? Of course I’m excited! This is so cool! It’s amazing you can see us with your eyes and watch it all come together like that!

Me: Oh my gosh ! Yes! Even seeing Yohsuke is so exciting!!

Alt Hao: Ha ha! I have no idea who that is but sure !

Me: Omg baby I’m so glad you’re excited!

Alt Hao: I hope they’re gonna include more of me and Yoh in there too!

Me: I’m sure they will!!!

Alt Hao: That’s awesome!!

Me: Ha ha ha. And here I thought it would be your alter ego who would be pleased - you know - seeing as it’s all about him!

Alt Hao: Oh he’s happy, he’s just too “dark” and “evil” to admit he experiences genuine joy.

Zeke: 🙄

[acc0rd1ng]

My opinions on each total drama season cause I'm a bit bored rn (warning: probably NOT relatable bcs i have odd taste...)

Island

Island was my (and most people's) first ever season and I still consider it as one of my favorite season despite the flaws (Heather's strategies relying too much on luck, the inappropriate jokes, etc...). My favorite part in Island is at the end where the contestants throw Chris into the water and they laugh and have fun. idk i just LOVE those moments!!!

Action

I don't rlly like Action, but I can tell why people like it. It's a funny season, hehe... The only reason I was not interested in Action is because a LOT of my favorite characters do not join (specifically the three boys voiced by Peter Oldring and Geoff). But since Harold DOES get a lot of screentime in that season, and I do like Harold...I might as well give it a binge watch someday.

World Tour

One of my favorite seasons!! my contents usually come from this season. It has everything that I love: travelling (when I watch variety/reality shows I LOVE when there is an episode or a season where they travel somewhere far! also I just like travelling in general), musical, and a well-written villain named Alejandro. I loved every single contestant that made their debut in World Tour (yes, including Blaineley!!) Sure WT had some stuff that annoyed me like the feral Zeke plotline and Gwuncan (I was a passionate Duncney shipper, okay?!?), but overall it's a really great season for me

Revenge of the Island

Would you believe me if I said that I don't really like roti?? I mean I LOVE the plot. especially the finale where it's Lightning vs Cameron. I think it's one of the greatest finale ever next to WT. I even love the Dakotazoid stuff because idk maybe i have a soft spot for total drama mutants (I'm looking at you, Zeke!) I don't like roti bcs the characters are not fun to draw...yeah that's it. I have 0 ideas on what to draw about roti and I don't even know why :(. I don't really have a specific 'WOAH Im so obsessed with you!!' character in gen 2. Technically you could consider Mal but Mal doesnt even appear in roti sooo...yeah.

All Stars

A season with VERY GOOD potential but with VERY BAD execution. They nerfed down really important characters like Alejandro (although you could say that he kinda lost his strength after being stuck in a robot suit for a year...), Duncan and Courtney too much to the point where I'm questioning "are they the same characters that I used to know, or are they just clones??" I'm also a bit frustrated that Mal was a terribly written villain. We had a potential to make a very good villain with a decent DID rep! Of course, TD is a show for kids after all, so I did not expect like a very accurate DID rep, but still...you're telling me Mike can erase all his alters with a button? in his mind? WHAT? The only things I love in AS is that we had a lot of wholesome Aleheather interactions, and...oh, Zeke. Zeke got a happy ending. I think that alone makes this season worth watching.

Pahkitew

I dont care what you guys say Pahkitew is one of my FAVORITE seasons. I admit that its a very flawed season with annoying or unrealistic characters and very forced elimination (RIP Ella & Max), but hear me out: as a FANARTIST, I must say that this season is really fun to draw and imagine scenarios!! It's kinda the opposite with how I feel about roti; I love almost every single character designs in this season, and the fact that their facial expressions are so vivid!? it's a really fun season to draw about!! (I think FreshTV really leveled up their animation when it comes to Pahkitew, or is it just me?) People say that this season had no potential at all, but I can DEFINETLY see that this has some potential in it from character designs alone.

I did not watch the reboot yet so I can't give my opinion about it. but uh...I love Zee. he's soo chill hehe

[tickly-trashcan]

Mor Ardain's Strongest {Mòrag and Brighid}

Hear Me Out Cake Event!

A/N: OH MAN it has been a hot minute since i've played xc2 but when someone suggested Mòrag every synapse in my brain fired and i had an insane need to revisit this game!! i love Mòrag and Brighid's dynamic they make me insane so i had to write them hehe this fic doesnt technically have a ton of tickles in it but i really wanted to play around with the characters a bit so yeah hehe hope yall enjoy!

(Mòrag was requested anonymously, so I hope this finds you somehow hehe!!)

Summary: Brighid knows many things about Mòrag, but there's one in particular she likes to keep to herself.

Word Count: 1.8k (under the cut!)

Brighid stood at the edge of the workshop as the group talked amongst themselves in the small area. They were in the province of Gormott while Tora worked on upgrades for Poppi, who had been struggling a little bit in battle lately.

Tora was toiling away at the workshop bench while Poppi stood close by, and Zeke and Pandoria were chatting with Rex while he worked. Mòrag had stepped out for a moment with Pyra in order to get some stuff for dinner that night. Brighid would normally not leave Mòrag’s side, but she trusted Pyra enough to leave the two of them alone.

“And Pyra said I was getting rusty! I don’t know, Zeke, what do you think?” Rex whined as he leaned back in his chair precariously.

“Hah! You aren’t rusty, Rex,” Zeke said, waving a hand dramatically. Rex looked at him with a wide smile until Zeke continued. “You haven’t gotten close to your true potential is all! One day you might be as strong as me, but that day is far off at the rate you’re going!”

Zeke did a small flex and Pandoria imitated him, making Rex chuckle awkwardly. “Gee, Zeke… That sure made me feel better.”

“Of course, Rex!”

“I believe that was sarcasm, Zeke,” Poppi pointed out, raising her hand to emphasize her point. Sparks flew from her joint and her hand fell down to her side. “Well, that’s new.”

“Meh meh meh! Poppi, I told you not to move!” Tora exclaimed, checking her arm. “I’ll need to weld the joint, hang on…”

Brighid enjoyed observing the group's antics, though she rarely ever got involved. She looked over at Nia and Dromarch, who were in a similar state of observing the antics rather than getting involved themselves.

“Nia, do you think I’m rusty?” Rex asked.

Brighid noticed Nia’s ear twitch slightly in annoyance at having been dragged in. She smirked softly at that and then raised her hand to her face in order to hide it.

Nia grumbled. “It’s like Zeke said: you’re not that strong in the first place.”

Rex winced. “Ouch! I beat you once, didn’t I?” He grinned slightly, leaning back in the chair even more. “Would that mean you’re even weaker than me?”

“What are you trying to say?!” Nia hissed.

Brighid was about to step in, but Dromarch began to de-escalate the situation. While she did leave the verbal de-escalation to Dromarch, the instinct to protect people that she had gained when she bonded with Mòrag kicked in. She walked over to Rex and pushed the chair down so that all four legs were touching the floor, and he looked up at her with a confused look.

“If you lean back like that, you’ll hit your head and die. That would be a terrible inconvenience.”

“Ah– Sorry, Brighid. Thanks for keeping an eye on me!” Rex said with a shy grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nia crossed her arms. “You should’ve let him tip back. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough it would do him some good.”

Rex glared at Nia. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Suddenly, all of Dromarch’s de-escalation work went down the drain. He looked at Brighid pleadingly for help and she obliged.

Brighid shot a quick glare to Nia and then another to Rex as she folded her arms, an intense aura emanating from her as she spoke. “If you two kill each other before dinner and I have to clean up the mess, I will kill you.”

Brighid knew her threat did not need to make sense in order to get her point across. It seemed to work, as Nia and Rex both wilted slightly. Rex turned back to talk with Zeke and Pandoria while Nia sat down at the table across from him and picked up an orange from the fruit bowl.

Brighid smiled softly and went to check in on Poppi before Nia interrupted her. “You and Mòrag are really similar, Brighid. Not just in terms of intimidation… Does your bond go deeper than we realize?”

Brighid hummed with an amused tone as she watched Nia toy with the orange peel. “You think I’m intimidating?” Nia froze and Brighid laughed. “You’re right, though. Mòrag and I have a deep affinity with each other, as I have been bonded to her for quite a while. When she bonded to me she was very young, so it makes sense that we’ve grown together in terms of our personalities.”

Now Rex chimed in. “Say, since Mòrag is supposedly the strongest driver in Mor Ardain, do you think she would have the best opinion of my strength?”

Brighid raised an eyebrow. “As her blade, I can confirm that you do indeed have a long way to go.” Rex groaned in annoyance and Brighid continued. “Everyone has their strengths and their downfalls, Mòrag included. There are many things that bring everyone down, but it is overcoming these that make us stronger.”

Rex furrowed his brows in thought. “What kind of thing would bring Mòrag down?”

Brighid shook her head. “I cannot say, as that is a personal matter.” She pointed at Rex. “You, on the other hand, are reckless, and that is what brings you down.”

Rex sighed. “Yeah, I suppose I am—”

“Reckless, loud, impatient, not the brightest… Oh! And you’re also—” Nia started to prattle off a list until she made eye contact with Brighid, who glared at her. “And you’re also… very willing to put your all into everything that you do…”

“That is true.” Brighid looked at Nia when she spoke. “Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. But there is a special kind of strength that lies in overcoming what brings you down.”

Zeke scoffed. “Well, you all may have your downfalls, but I have yet to find one!”

Nia leaned over to Rex and whispered something, making him laugh. Zeke did not seem to notice, which Brighid was thankful for. She had done enough de-escalating that night.

Just then, Pyra and Mòrag walked in, each carrying a  bag of ingredients for dinner that night. Mòrag helped Pyra carry the ingredients over to the kitchen, and Pyra quickly got to work on dinner.

Mòrag walked over to Brighid and stood next to her. “How are you doing, Brighid?”

“I’m well,” Brighid said softly. She then chuckled. “I am never not entertained with this group.”

Mòrag huffed out a laugh and nodded her head. “I understand what you mean.”

Pyra eventually served dinner and everyone ate, chatting and laughing as the night went on. Eventually, people began to retire for the night, going to bed in the small area that Tora’s workshop provided.

Brighid sipped her drink and looked at Mòrag, who was beginning to look tired. She nudged her gently and Mòrag nodded her head, taking the hint.

“I think that Brighid and I are going to bed as well,” Mòrag announced as she stood up. “We’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Brighid gave a quick wave to the remaining group and walked over to the door with Mòrag, following her. “I think I’m going to get some fresh air before bed. Join me?”

Mòrag nodded with a small smile. “I would enjoy that.”

Brighid and Mòrag walked outside of the workshop and into the streets of Torigoth. They traveled outside of the city and into the lush green plains, breathing in the fresh air that it provided.

Mòrag sat down on a nearby log and Brighid joined her. Mòrag let her head rest on Brighid’s shoulder and she sighed, looking up at the night sky.

Brighid put an arm around Mòrag. “How are you doing?”

Mòrag shrugged. “I’m doing fine. I’ve been missing home just a bit lately.”

“We’ll likely be home soon,” Brighid said, trying to comfort Mòrag. “I know it will be different, but whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

Mòrag nodded her head and smiled. “Thank you, Brighid…”

Brighid hummed and changed the subject. “We had an interesting conversation while you were gone.”

Mòrag looked up at her and raised her eyebrow. Brighid continued. “We were talking about strengths and weaknesses and how everyone has them. Rex tried to pry about yours, but I didn’t tell him.”

Mòrag laughed. “What do you think my weaknesses are?”

Brighid let out a small chuckle. “Well, you can be a bit arrogant from time to time. You have a short temper as well, and you let it get the better of you every now and then.”

Mòrag huffed indignantly. “You’re no better with your temper.”

“Oh, you think so? I think I’m much more level-headed than you,” Brighid hummed, letting her arm fall down to Mòrag’s side. “Although, I just remembered one more thing.”

Mòrag scoffed. “How many weaknesses can one person have?”

Brighid shook her head. “This is not a weakness, just a particular quirk you might still have that I personally adore.”

Mòrag seemed to realize what Brighid was talking about a mere second before it happened, but it was too late for her to react. Brighid gently began to knead her side with her hand, making Mòrag burst into laughter as she leaned into Brighid.

“Brighid–! Dohohon’t!!”

“But your laughter brings me so much joy,” Brighid laughed along with Mòrag. “Now, where was that special spot…”

Brighid found Mòrag’s ribs and was rewarded with a gasp and more laughter, which brought a smile to her face. She gently drummed her fingers all along Mòrag’s ribs, making her gasp and laugh and snort as she squirmed against Brighid.

“Okahahahay! That– That’s enohohough!” Brighid listened to Mòrag and ceased, leaving her slightly breathless in her arm. “Wh-Why… Oh, Brighid, this is so embarrassing…”

Brighid shook her head. “Far from it. I’m very glad you’re still as sensitive as you were when we first bonded. I think that this could be one of your strengths, if I’m honest.”

Mòrag could not help but laugh at that. “Being ticklish? How could that be something that makes me strong?”

Brighid shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t necessarily make you strong in the sense that you can fight with it, but it makes you strong because it shows that you are still willing to let go and have fun  every now and then. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t even try to get away.”

Mòrag flushed, but Brighid continued. “It’s important to have an outlet, and if this is something that helps you let loose a bit, then I’m more than willing to help.”

Mòrag huffed. “Sounds more like an excuse to tickle me.”

Brighid nodded her head. “Oh, it definitely is.”

And with that, Mòrag suddenly burst into another fit of laughter as Brighid found her ribs again, skittering her fingers along them as they laughed together. Mòrag might not see it as a strength yet, but Brighid would be more than happy to remind her as much as she needed to.

[jrob64]

Pet for Rent, Chapter 2/4 (The Idea)

A CS Modern AU Story

Thanks for joining me for chapter 2! Writing this story has been a bit therapeutic for me after losing my Zeke, and adopting Winston has been, too. I hope you'll stay with me for the rest of the story.

Shout out to @kmomof4 who sent Winston the ducky toy he has in the picture. His Aunt Krystal spoiled him with a welcome package the week we got him!

Thanks so much to @hookedmom. I'm lucky to have the best and most patient beta!

SUMMARY: Emma Swan tries to cheer up her heartbroken son by 'renting' a dog from the local animal shelter. When she attempts to do it a second time, she makes a mistake, and realizes the dog has been rented by someone else the same day - a very handsome man named Killian Jones.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Emma, Henry, Killian and Norman/Winston spend more time together. When Henry continues feeling sad about having to leave the dog at the animal shelter, Killian proposes an idea that might solve the problem.

RATING: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

WORDS: 6821

ALSO POSTED TO Ao3 and FFN

Story begins under the cut

Emma didn’t think it was possible for four hours with a stranger to pass so quickly. Sooner than she expected, Killian was looking at his phone and announcing that it was time to return Norman to the shelter. It may have been her imagination, but it sounded like there was a note of wistfulness in his voice.

Henry took control of the dog on the walk back, giving the adults an opportunity to resume the conversation that had been ongoing throughout most of their time together. Emma watched her son handling Norman as he wandered from one side of the path to the other to explore in the tall grass and she commented, “Henry is gonna sleep good tonight.”

“I don’t doubt that. He told me he had his last game of the season this morning.”

“That, in addition to playing fetch and ‘keep away’ with Norman, and all of the running around he did with you, will have him zonking out early.” They walked on a few paces, before she added, “I want to thank you, Killian, for spending so much time with him. Since he doesn’t have a father, he doesn’t get a lot of one-on-one time with a man, so I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure. He’s a good listener and a fast learner.”

“Yeah, I kinda wish he had more games left, so he could apply what you taught him. I’m afraid he’ll forget it by next season. You’re wonderful at teaching, and very patient.”

“Thank you, Emma. I truly did enjoy it.”

“The youth league is always begging for people to coach. Maybe you could do that next year.”

Killian looked thoughtful. “Perhaps I could, if I’m still here.”

“Any idea where would you go if you decide to leave?”

“Not really, but it wouldn’t be terribly far away. I want to stay close to Liam.”

When the shelter came into sight, Henry turned around and dragged Norman back to Emma and Killian. “I had fun today. Can we do this again?”

“I’ll have to check our schedule to see when we’ll have another chance to rent Norman,” Emma answered.

Henry shook his head. “No, I mean with Norman and Killian.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma stammered, glancing at Killian, who was scratching behind his ear. “I don’t know about that, kid. This was just an accident and Killian was nice enough to make the best of the situation.”

“But Mom, he had fun, too, didn’t you, Killian?”

“What did I tell you about putting him on the spot?”

“Sorry, Killian,” Henry apologized. “But it did seem like you were having fun.”

Killian reached forward to ruffle the boy’s hair. “It’s quite alright, lad, and you’re right - I had a very good time with you and your mother today. And Winston, of course.”

“You mean Norman,” Emma remarked.

“He still seems more like a Winston to me. Don’t you see the resemblance between him and England’s former Prime Minister?”

Emma took in the dog’s jutting lower jaw, drooping jowls and prominent forehead, and had to admit he did share some physical traits with Winston Churchill. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I do see it.”

“Anyway, at the risk of being too forward, it would be nice to have another day with you and your boy, if you’re amenable to that, Swan.”

Emma thought for a moment, then said, “Henry, why don’t you take Norman to the end of the path and give us a minute, okay?”

He started to protest, but seemed to think better of it. “Come on, Norman. Mom doesn’t want me to hear what she’s gonna say.”

Emma watched him go, her mouth agape over his comment. She heard Killian chuckle and turned to look at him.

“He’s quite a bright young man,” he laughed.

“Yeah, he’s getting too smart for his own good,” she agreed. “But he’s still a little boy and I’m a protective mom. I don’t want to promise him something that’s not going to happen, so if you’re not serious about doing this again…”

“I assure you, Emma,” he interrupted. “I wouldn’t dream of letting him down. If you’re willing to give me your contact information, I’ll send you some options and we can figure out a day that works.”

She eyed him critically for a few seconds, seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression. “I know Henry would really like that.”

“Only Henry?” he asked, quirking a brow.

She couldn’t help but smile. “I have to admit, I had a really good time today, too. So, um, to answer your question, I am, how did you say it, amenable to doing it again.”

His grin made her heart do a pleasant little flip. She made sure Henry and Norman were okay while waiting for Killian to pull out his phone and start a new contact. Once he did, he handed it to her so she could add her information.

After handing it back, they began walking again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him checking the phone screen. “It’s not a fake number, by the way,” she said.

“That’s good to know,” he returned with a smirk, while typing out a text to her so she would have his info. “Is that something you’ve done before?”

“Maybe,” she replied cryptically.

“In that case, I feel honored that you gave me the real thing.”

She giggled in response, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow as they reached the end of the path.

“What did you say, Mom?” Henry asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Killian and I are going to look at our schedules to find a day that works.”

“Yay!” Henry shouted. “How about next Saturday?”

“Calm down, kid. I told you we’re going to figure it out.”

They arrived at the shelter and Killian opened the door and held it for them. David was sitting at a desk behind the counter, tapping away at the computer keyboard. He looked up with a broad smile when they entered. “How did it go?”

“Good,” Emma replied. “Thank you for allowing us to borrow Norman for the day.”

David looked between the two adults standing before him, obviously wanting more details. “Did you…all of you…get along okay?”

“Yes we did, Dave,” Killian said smugly.

There were several seconds when all they could hear was the barking of some of the dogs in the back. Finally, David sighed. “Alright, I guess I’ll just take Norman back to his cage, then.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma said, giving Killian a wink, “one of us will be in touch to schedule another day for us…all of us…to rent Norman again.”

David’s grin told them he knew exactly what that meant.

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“I hear you met my future brother-in-law,” Belle said. It was Monday, and Emma had stopped at the library to return a couple of books and choose some more before her shift at the sheriff’s station.

“News travels fast.”

“Killian always eats lunch with us after church. He told us about the mix-up at the animal shelter and said he had a great time with you and Henry.”

“He seems like a nice guy,” Emma said, moving to a shelf and studying the books more closely than necessary.

“He thinks very highly of you, too.”

Emma shot her a brief glance. “Oh, yeah? What did he say?”

“Well,” Belle began, clearly struggling to be non-chalant, “he said you were very easy to talk to and he enjoyed your sense of humor. He also said he had fun helping Henry with his soccer skills.”

“He was really good with Henry and I, um, I liked talking to him, too. He’s supposed to contact me to figure out another time to rent Norman together. Henry asked if we could.”

“I don’t suppose you protested too much, did you?”

Emma chose a book off of the shelf and studiously perused the summary on the back. “You know I want my kid to be happy.”

Belle crossed the space between them and laid her hand over the book, garnering Emma’s full attention. “To the best of my knowledge, you’ve never once introduced your son to a man you may be interested in dating in all the years I’ve known you.”

“Wait a second…first of all, I didn’t introduce him to Henry - we met accidentally, and secondly, who says I’m interested in dating him? We’re simply planning to rent Norman together again. It’s really not a big deal, Belle.”

“If you say so, but I have to tell you that I’ve never seen Killian so animated while talking about someone. You certainly made an impression on him.”

“I’m sure I did. Dressed in old sweatpants and a hoodie, no makeup, hair a complete disaster - I was a mess.”

“He didn’t mention that. He just talked about how he enjoyed the time he spent with you and how much he’s looking forward to seeing you again.”

Emma could feel her face heating and knew she must be as red as the leather jacket she was wearing. She wasn’t ready to admit that she was just as eager to see him again, too.

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That evening, Emma had just finished checking over Henry’s homework and shooed him off to the shower, when her phone dinged with an incoming text. Picking it up from the kitchen counter, she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face upon seeing Killian’s name.

K: I’m hoping this message reaches Emma Swan. If I’ve reached someone else, you can blame it on her. It was followed by a smirking emoji.

She shook her head at his ridiculousness, and decided to play along.

E: I’m afraid you’ve been misled. This Emma Swan must be a horrible person. She added a winking emoji.

It took a few seconds for the three bubbles to pop up, then she laughed out loud when she read his reply.

  K: Oh, she is a terrible, awful person to give me a fake number.

E: She’s probably not used to giving out her number to random men who just happened to rent the same dog she did.

K: That seems to be a plausible excuse. Perhaps I should forgive her.

E: Oh, you most definitely should.

K: Very well. If I’m ever fortunate enough to see her again, I shall grant her my forgiveness.

E: That’s very gentlemanly of you.

K: I’m always a gentleman.

Emma heard the clothes hamper lid slam in the bathroom, signifying that Henry was finished with his shower.

E: I need to get Henry into bed. I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so, depending on how resistant he decides to be tonight.

K: Tell him I said goodnight.

E: That will probably get him all excited and it may be longer than twenty minutes.

K: I’m willing to wait.

Emma left her phone on the sofa and went to Henry’s bedroom, where he was getting settled under the covers. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she brushed his damp bangs away from his forehead.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“You ask me that every night.”

“Yes, and half the time you’ve neglected to do it.”

“I just have to brush them again in the morning.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you, or didn’t you?”

He sighed dramatically. “I did. Wanna smell my breath to make sure?”

“Not particularly. I believe you. Ready to say your prayers?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Name three things of thanks,” she said, initiating their nightly tradition.

Henry tapped his chin in thought. “I scored two goals at recess.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, I used what Killian taught me. Oh! That’s my second thing - meeting Killian.”

“Actually, he texted me while you were in the shower.”

“He did? Did he say when we can rent Norman together again?”

“We haven't had a chance to discuss it yet. He did say to tell you goodnight.”

“Tell him I said goodnight to him, too.”

“I will. What’s your third thing?”

“Umm…we changed seats in class and now I’m sitting beside Avery.”

“Just make sure the two of you don’t get into trouble for talking too much.”

“We won’t.”

“Good. Now, what three things do you want to ask of God?”

“To help me do good on my math test tomorrow, to send me another dog, and to let us see Killian again soon.”

They both folded their hands and closed their eyes while Henry said his prayers. When he finished, Emma read him a chapter of Fantastic Mr. Fox, kissed him goodnight and left his room, turning off the light on her way out.

Picking her phone up from her couch, she scrolled through the text conversation with Killian, smiling at the light banter they shared.

E: I’m back.

When a response didn’t come through for a couple of minutes, she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas. Then she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied moisturizer.

When she went back into the living room, she saw a new message on her phone.

K: Is it okay if I call you? I’m not fond of texting.

She noticed that the time stamp was right after she put her phone down, over ten minutes ago. Instead of answering, she brought up his contact and hit the call button.

“Hello, Swan.”

“Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“I was hoping I didn’t upset you by asking to call.”

“No, nothing like that. I just decided to do my nighttime routine,” Emma explained. “Henry said to tell you goodnight, by the way. I always ask him to tell me three things he’s thankful for from his day, and you were involved in two of them.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. He scored two goals playing soccer today at recess, because of what you taught him, and he was thankful for meeting you. That’s the third night in a row he’s said that one.”

“That’s very kind of him to say.”

“Well, you made quite an impression on him and he’s eager to see you again. Speaking of which, what does your schedule look like for the next few weeks?”

“It’s wide open, actually. Do Saturdays work best for you?”

“Yeah, because Henry is in school during the week and I work until five every day. I also work one Saturday a month. This coming Saturday is the one I work this month.”

“How about the following week?”

She switched him to speaker and pulled up her calendar app. “That looks good. Henry gets a haircut that morning at nine, but we could meet after that. The weather is going to start getting too cold if we wait much longer.”

“Liam has been telling me to be prepared for a cold winter. He says Maine is quite a bit colder than England during the winter months,” he stated. “Shall we make plans for that day, then?”

“Sounds good to me. Want to meet at the shelter at ten-thirty?”

“Actually,” Killian began, then paused for a few moments before clearing his throat and continuing. “I was wondering if you would agree to me picking up the two of you to go to the shelter together.”

Emma bit her lip, considering his offer. Her gut instinct was to decline because it would seem too much like a date, but her practical side said it was logical for them to make the twenty minute drive together.

She knew he was waiting for her answer and was probably having second thoughts about asking, since she was taking so long. “Um, sure, that would be fine,” she finally said. “I’ll text my address to you.”

“Okay, good. Shall we say ten o’clock? Will that give you enough time for Henry’s haircut?”

“Yeah. It only takes about twenty minutes, if that long. His barber is Jefferson and he’s pretty fast.”

“Liam recommended him and I had an appointment there a couple of weeks ago. He is fast, if a little…quirky.”

“Oh, you mean because he wears the top hat? I guess he’s trying to live up to the name of his shop.”

“Just naming his shop the Mad Hatter of Hair makes him sound a bit eccentric.”

Emma laughed. “He’s harmless, though. His daughter Grace is in Henry’s class and she’s very sweet. Jefferson is raising her by himself. His wife passed away before Grace started kindergarten.”

“How sad. Now I feel bad for judging him.”

“I wouldn’t say you were judging him, just making an accurate observation. I knew him before his wife died and he was every bit as quirky as he is now.”

They continued talking for another twenty minutes. Just like the day they met, the conversation didn’t lag at all as they transitioned easily from one subject to another. Before they ended the call, Killian asked if it would be alright to call her again later in the week and she agreed without hesitation.

Lying in bed that night, Emma smiled dreamily as she replayed their conversation in her mind. She may be venturing into self-imposed forbidden territory ever since Henry’s father abandoned her, but Killian Jones intrigued her and she couldn’t find it within herself to care.

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Killian called Emma four more times over the next two weeks. Their conversations lasted longer each time, until they spent over an hour talking and laughing on Thursday, before their scheduled outing.

He suggested that they take Norman back to Storybrooke’s nature preserve after picking him up, which she thought was a great idea. She mentioned that she and Henry spent quite a bit of time there during the summer, hiking the trails and wading in the creek. Despite intending to visit, Killian hadn’t been able to get there yet and was happy to know his first time would be with Emma, Henry and Norman.

Saturday morning found him taking more time than usual to get ready. He chided himself for being a bit vain, but wanted to make the extra effort for the lovely lady Swan. If things went well, he was planning to ask her out on a proper date.

He had confided his intention to Belle, hoping she would give him advice about where to take Emma, should she agree. Not only did his future sister-in-law present him with recommendations, she also mentioned that she would be happy to watch Henry, and was sure Liam would, too.

Once Killian was satisfied with his appearance, he tried to occupy himself until it was time to drive to Emma and Henry’s house. After going online and paying some bills, washing the few dishes in the sink and sorting his laundry, he still had about twenty minutes left.

His heart sank when he heard the notification for an incoming text, thinking it might be Emma cancelling their plans. He was relieved, then a little apprehensive to see it was from his brother. Belle promised she wouldn’t say anything to Liam about his plans to ask Emma on a date, but they were an engaged couple and couples weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. Unfortunately, his former girlfriend hadn’t abided by that rule, since she kept one whopper of a secret from him.

L: Any plans for this afternoon, little brother?

Killian dropped his head back with a sigh. Not only did Liam insist on calling him that irritating moniker, now he had to explain that he did indeed have plans. He was sure he would have to answer questions about what they were and with whom, since he rarely did anything on the weekends.

K: Actually, I do.

L: Oh, really? What are you doing?

K: I’m renting Winston from the shelter again.

L: Great! Belle is working today. Would you mind if I came over to see the little guy?

Killian’s thumbs hovered over his screen, trying to decide how to tell his brother no without sounding rude. Even though Liam was acquainted with Emma, he tended to be over protective, and Killian didn’t want him giving her the third degree or making her feel uncomfortable. Plus, he selfishly wanted to spend time alone with her and Henry.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for him to leave. Quickly, he typed a message he was hoping would appease Liam.

K: Sorry, not this time. Emma, Henry and I made plans to spend another day together with him.

As he pulled on his jacket, he heard another notification. Closing his eyes momentarily, he opened them to read Liam’s message, then released a relieved breath.

L: I hope the four of you have a good time, so I can see that look of happiness on your face again.

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“Henry, Killian’s here!” Emma announced, dropping the curtain after seeing his car pull up to the curb.

“Coming!” she heard him yell in response.

She quickly ducked into the bathroom and inspected her appearance in the mirror one more time. She hoped to make a better impression on Killian by applying light makeup and pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail. Her outfit was simple - jeans, sneakers, her favorite light blue blouse, and red leather jacket.

The doorbell rang as she re-entered the living room, but before she could get to the door, Henry sped past her to pull it open. “Hey, Killian!” he said excitedly.

“Hello, lad,” Killian answered, then shifted his eyes from Henry to Emma. She saw him swallow before giving her one of his winning smiles. “Good morning, Emma.”

“Hi, Killian. You’re right on time.”

“Not being prompt is bad form, Swan.” Looking at Henry again, he stated, “Your haircut makes you look a bit older.”

Henry reached up to run both hands along the sides of his head. “Do you really think so?”

“Aye, at least a year or two.”

“Please don’t say that,” Emma said, handing Henry his jacket. “He’s growing up way too fast as it is.”

During the drive to the shelter, Henry talked about one thing after another. Emma wondered if Killian would tire of her son’s constant chatter, but his questions at regular intervals proved he was fully engaged in what Henry had to say.

Meanwhile, she spent the time admiring the man beside her. He was dressed in dark, stonewashed jeans, an army green button-down shirt, and the same black leather jacket he wore the first time they met. His scruff was neatly trimmed and his dark hair artfully combed. His rich laugh at some of Henry’s comments was a sound she was sure she would never get tired of hearing.

When they entered the shelter, David gave them a smug smile that Emma tried to ignore. She knew he was probably patting himself on the back for his matchmaking, but she really didn’t mind, because meeting Killian was, so far, a positive experience.

Norman was extremely excited to see them again, and after everyone got into the car, they were on their way back to Storybrooke. Henry was preoccupied with Norman in the back seat, so the adults finally had a chance to chat with each other. Their conversation was as free-flowing as it had been every other time they spoke in the past two weeks. Emma had never met anyone so easy to talk to, and wondered if it was because their backgrounds were so similar.

During their earlier phone conversations, she learned his father had abandoned his family when Killian and Liam were little, leaving their mother to raise them alone. She shared how she was abandoned at a fire station baby box when she was less than a week old, and had never been adopted. They both had been in situations where they were deceived and misled by the person they loved. Emma came to realize that being able to empathize with someone else made it easier to connect with them, just as she had with Killian.

The crisp autumn weather was perfect for hiking at the nature preserve. They explored all of the available paths and walked along the shores of the creek. The water was too chilly for wading, but Norman enjoyed splashing in now and then when he spotted a particularly intriguing leaf, bug or stick.

After hiking for a couple of hours, they took a break to drink Gatorade and snack on protein bars, thoughtfully packed by Killian. He also had treats for Norman, which Henry used to try and teach the dog again how to sit on command.

They stayed until the last possible minute before getting into the car for the drive back to the shelter. No one spoke for several miles, until Henry finally said, “I really wish we didn’t have to take Norman back there. He’s always so sad. Why can’t we just adopt him, Mom?”

Emma glanced over at Killian, who met her eyes for a second before directing his back to the road. “I wish we could, but it wouldn’t really be fair to Norman. We’re both gone all day and he would have to be penned up that whole time.”

“But he loves us and we love him!” Henry exclaimed. “Ernie didn’t have to be penned up and he was fine during the day.”

Emma turned to look at her son. “I know, kid, but it was easy with Ernie. He was with us for several years and was older. Norman is young and full of energy, so he’s going to need a lot more attention and training. I wouldn’t trust him being in the house all day by himself.”

Henry heaved a huge sigh. “Okay.”

They were all silent for the rest of the drive. Emma saw Killian look at her out of the corner of his eye once in a while, but they didn’t carry on a conversation. She spent the time thinking about the practicality of adopting Norman, but knew she would have to stick to her guns, because it just wouldn’t be fair to the rambunctious dog to be cooped up all day.

When they reached the shelter and exited the car, Killian slowed Emma down by placing a hand on her arm, while Henry entered the building with Norman. “Emma, I’ve been giving it some thought and I have an idea, if you’re open to it.”

She shrugged slightly. “Sure, let’s hear it.”

“Perhaps, if you adopted Win-, er, Norman, I could keep him during the day while you’re at work and school. I could pick him up in the morning before you leave and drop him off after you get home.”

“Sort of like shared custody or dog sitting?” she asked, turning to face him.

He chuckled. “Aye, something like that, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, Killian. That seems like a pretty big commitment between people who barely know each other. You’re not even sure you’re going to stay in Storybrooke.”

He scratched behind his ear. “If I move, it won’t be for a while, since I signed a six month lease on my apartment. That would give us time to train the dog. I know we’ve just met, but I…I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and your boy. I’m hoping this is just the beginning of our friendship.”

Emma stuck her hands in the back pocket of her jeans and rocked back on her heels. “I hope so, too, but I’m still not sure about the arrangement you’re suggesting.”

“I completely understand,” he said, then paused before asking, “Are you counting it out altogether, or will you consider it?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth in thought for a few seconds. “I’ll consider it,” she finally answered.

He gave her a small smile, then moved to open the door for her.

They went inside to see Henry sitting cross-legged on the floor with Norman, the dog’s head resting on his leg. David was listening to the boy give him a detailed description of their day at the nature preserve and looked up to give them a big grin. “Sounds like you had quite the adventure today.”

“Aye, we all had quite a workout,” Killian responded. “It’s quite a lovely place.”

“Yeah, we’re lucky to have it in Storybrooke,” David said. “Mary Margaret takes her class there on a field trip every year.”

Henry’s head whipped around. “Mrs. Nolan didn’t take our class!”

“It’s early in the school year,” Emma said. “I’m sure she’ll take you sometime.”

“They usually go in the spring,” David explained, as he walked around the end of the counter. “Are you ready for me to take Norman?”

“No,” Henry said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the dog’s neck.

The three adults exchanged understanding looks. They gave the boy a couple more minutes, before Emma picked up the end of the leash and put her hand on Henry’s head. “It’s time to say goodbye to him, kid.”

Henry drew back to look at Norman. “Goodbye, boy. I’m gonna miss you.” He kissed the dog on top of the head and rubbed his ears.

Emma reached down to pet the dog, then handed the leash to David. Killian stood beside her to pat Norman, too, telling him to be a good boy.

David bid them all goodbye, then headed to the back with the dog reluctantly following him. Henry looked up at Emma from where he still sat on the floor. “Mom…”

“Henry, don’t say it. I already told you why it’s not a good idea to adopt him right now.”

“Right now? Does that mean we can adopt him later?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Emma replied, giving him her patented ‘don’t push it’ look. “Let’s go, kid.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Henry pushed himself to his feet and followed her out the door Killian was holding open. Once they were in the car and on their way to Storybrooke, Killian asked, “Would you, um, would the two of you like to get a late lunch at Granny’s, when we get back?”

“What do you think, Henry?” Emma threw over her shoulder.

He turned from where he had been glumly staring out the window. “Can I get a cheeseburger and fries?”

“Sure.”

“And a chocolate milkshake?” When his mom didn’t answer immediately, he added, “Please? It’ll make me less sad about Norman.”

Killian chuckled lowly as Emma rolled her eyes, muttering, “I’m raising a con artist.”

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Killian mentally kicked himself the whole way back into town. What was he thinking, asking Emma to agree to what was basically a long term commitment? He probably ruined his chance for asking her out on a date, too. He was sure she would think he was coming on too strong, if he did.

At least she agreed to have lunch with him. Hopefully, she would also allow him to continue calling her. Those phone calls and the texts they shared were always the highlight of his week.

As much as he enjoyed his time with Emma, having Henry with them made it even better. Killian hadn’t had a lot of interaction with children, but it was easy being around Emma’s son. He was bright, articulate and funny - very much like his mother. He was also respectful and well-mannered.

On the day they met, Emma confided to him that she was afraid she was making a lot of mistakes as a single mom, who never had a mother of her own to set an example, but he strongly disagreed. She wasn’t perfect - no parent was, but Henry seemed to be well-adjusted and confident, so she was obviously doing many things right.

Killian saw how much Henry loved the dog and wished he could help make the boy’s desire to adopt him come true, which is why he made the offer. He had come to love the furry little rascal, too, and would seriously consider adopting Norman himself. He just didn’t know if he could take the dog with him if he decided to move away from Storybrooke.

He pulled up in front of Granny’s, cut the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, as he heard Emma and Henry do the same. Typical of a young boy, Henry took off running and was already skipping up the steps to the front door by the time Killian reached Emma’s side.

“He’s pretty excited,” Emma explained. “Eating out is kind of a treat because we don’t do it very often.”

“I hope I wasn’t out of line for asking,” Killian said.

“No, not at all. It really perked him up.”

Killian halted at the bottom of the steps, causing Emma to stop and look at him. “I also hope I didn’t upset you by making the offer to watch Norman.”

“You didn’t,” she assured him. “I’m definitely going to think about it. I really miss having a dog around, too. I just have to weigh all the pros and cons.”

He smiled and nodded his understanding, then bounded up the steps to open the door. Henry was at the counter talking animatedly to Ruby, who looked up and gaped at Emma in surprise.

“Hey, girl! I didn’t realize you knew the very handsome new guy in town!”

Killian could feel his ears turning red, when Emma glanced at him before replying. “Hi, Ruby. Actually, we met by accident a couple of weeks ago.”

“By accident, huh? Did you hit him with your car or something?”

“Nothing like that. We were both renting the same dog at the animal shelter.”

“Was seeing him today another accident?”

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. It was planned this time.”

Killian wasn’t sure he had ever seen such a wide grin on the waitress’s face. They all gave Ruby their drink order, then Emma ushered Henry to a booth and Killian slid in across from them.

“Are you getting lasagna?” she asked.

“I think I’m going to try the grilled cheese and onion rings. Someone recommended them to me,” he smirked.

“Very intelligent person,” Emma grinned.

“Aye, that she is.”

Ruby arrived at their table with their drinks and Henry’s milkshake. She gave Emma and Killian another broad smile when she took down their identical orders. “His and hers grilled cheeses, huh? Maybe there’s some truth to the saying that couples begin to eat alike.”

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “I think the saying is that couples start to look alike, and we aren’t a couple. We’re just friends.”

“I see,” Ruby said, glancing at Henry, who was busy spooning the thick milkshake into his mouth. “Well, they do say there are benefits to being friends.” She gave them an exaggerated wink, then turned and made her way to the kitchen.

“Ruby isn’t exactly the epitome of subtlety,” Emma said, a blush filling her cheeks with color.

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“It was nice of Killian to take us to Granny’s today,” Henry said, as he was climbing into bed that night.

“Yes, it was. I was very proud of you for remembering to thank him without needing a reminder.”

“Thanks for letting me get a milkshake, even if it didn’t make me stop feeling sad about not being able to adopt Norman.”

Emma tucked the covers around his shoulders. “I know, but try not to think about it.”

“I can’t,” Henry pouted. “He’s probably crying himself to sleep tonight.”

“I think he’s probably going to sleep remembering all of the fun we had today.”

Henry stubbornly shook his head. “Nuh-uh. He’s wondering why we didn’t bring him home with us.”

“Henry,” Emma sighed, “I know you’re sad, but we just can’t…”

“I know,” he interrupted, “you keep saying it wouldn’t be fair for him to be alone all day, but he’s already alone at the shelter all day, except for Mr. Nolan, and at night, there’s nobody there at all.”

“There’s other dogs and cats…”

“That’s not the same. They’re all in cages by themselves. If we adopted him, he could sleep on my bed, like Ernie did.”

Knowing she was going around in circles with him, Emma reached over and picked up the book from his nightstand. “How about if you say your prayers after I read to you tonight?”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, he said, “Fine, but it’s not gonna make me forget about Norman.”

After reading to him for fifteen minutes, hearing his prayers - which mentioned Norman and Killian several times - and kissing him goodnight, she left his room. Heading into her own bedroom, she went through her nightly routine automatically, lost in thought.

Once she was in her pajamas, free of make-up and teeth brushed, she peeked in on her son to find him sound asleep. She made sure the front door was deadbolted, turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room and went back into her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the phone in her hand, mind racing.

Finally, she pulled up Killian’s contact and hit the call button.

She was almost ready to hang up after it rang four times, not wanting it to go to voicemail, when he answered. “Hello, Swan. I wasn’t expecting to talk to you again so soon.”

“I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“Not at all. What’s on your mind?”

“Henry was still upset about Norman before he went to sleep. I feel like I’m being selfish by not allowing him to get a dog.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“Because one of my excuses is that a dog is a lot of work and would need training, which it would. I’m making it seem like all the work would fall on me. Now, I know Henry is only eight, but I think he’s pretty responsible for his age.”

“From what I’ve seen, I would agree with that,” Killian cut in.

“Thank you. Anyway, I think he would be able to help train and take care of the dog, so that excuse is out the window. The other big concern I had is that the dog would have to be home by himself all day, which brings me to the reason I’m calling. I’ve been seriously considering your offer, if it’s still on the table.”

“It is.”

“Are you sure that’s not asking too much of you? I mean, you’re home during the day, but you’re working. How would you be able to take care of him?”

“I’ve had him here with me a few times already and he makes himself right at home. He’s housebroken and doesn’t demand too much attention. If he starts getting restless, I take him outside and play with him for a while. That works with my schedule because I have to take breaks now and then, when I’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long.”

She blew out a long breath. “What if it turns out to be too big of a commitment? We’ve spent some time together and have done a lot of talking to get to know each other, but we’re still basically strangers.”

“Well actually…” Killian began, then paused for several moments before continuing, “I was hoping to have an opportunity to ask you something today, but the right moment never presented itself.”

Emma’s heart began to beat faster in anticipation of what she suspected he might ask. “What did you want to ask?”

“Would you, um…would you consider going out with me?”

Standing up to pace back and forth between her bed and dresser, she chewed her lip in contemplation. She could literally count how many dates she’d had since Henry’s birth on one hand. She only went on those dates to appease Ruby, who was convinced Emma’s Mr. Right was out there somewhere, but she hadn’t been attracted to any of the men.

She couldn’t say the same about Killian. From the time she laid eyes on him, she felt an attraction that only got stronger the more she got to know him. He seemed to be the total package - kind, intelligent, considerate, and insanely hot.

“What happens if we adopt Norman, then go out with each other and realize we’re not compatible?”

“If you adopt him, I would keep my commitment to help take care of him, even if we decide dating doesn’t work for us. You have my word, Emma.”

She came to a halt at the end of her bed and turned to face the mirror above her dresser. For eight years, Henry had been her number one priority and always would be, but maybe it was time for her to do something for herself. Could that something be going out with Killian Jones?

She was so deep in thought, she didn’t realize how long she had been standing there considering her answer. When Killian finally spoke, his quiet voice startled her. “What do you say, Swan?”

“Yes, Killian. I will go out with you.”

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I'd love a part two of the Spirit story - maybe Aiden comes back because he realizes he doesn't want to leave her, and she tells him about Zeke. And maybe . . . maybe . . . he's not feeling great while they're talking (because of the junk food), but he manages to hold it together and comfort her, but then she finally realizes he's not feeling well and so she takes care of him? I could see him feeling guilty about it and her actually liking the distraction. But of course, whatever you want is great. But I'd love a part two of some sort.

Part 2!!!!!!!! Major fluff, folks😌!

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Birdie could remember the last time something like this happened.

It was in 10th grade, at the first major football game of the year against their rival school. The only reason they went was because Ash—Isaac’s older brother—was on the team and Isaac didn’t want to be alone in the stands.

That time, Spirit had left to clean her shirt in the bathroom after Amberlynn accidentally spilled some of her cherry slushie on her. Fifteen minutes later, when they were beginning to wonder what was taking Spirit so long, Birdie went to look for her. Eventually, they all started looking for her when Birdie realized she wasn’t near the bathrooms or anywhere near the game. After half an hour, Birdie and Keiko found her in a corner of the parking lot, scratched up and bruised and on the verge of passing out from not breathing in her panic.

It had happened before. The little teasing Zeke gave Spirit as kids started turning into harassment in middle school. And no teachers ever bothered to help, so Spirit eventually learned to stay quiet. She had heard far too often “boys will be boys” or “you can’t lash out at someone, especially if you don’t know what they’re dealing with at home” and other crap.

This time, Birdie had a feeling it would be the same. The only proof was Spirit’s word, so no one would bother to give Zeke any consequences. Just the thought pissed Birdie off.

“I can hear you thinking,” Spirit mumbled quietly.

Birdie looked down. Spirit had come to her room in the middle of the night, tears silently running down her face, woken up from a nightmare. Nightmares were rare for Spirit. The girl even insisted that she didn’t even have dreams when she slept. But Birdie knew well that a nightmare—especially one caused by Zeke—meant Spirit wouldn’t sleep at all that night.

So now they were both in Birdie’s bed. Birdie was sitting up with her back against her headboard, and Spirit’s head was on her lap while they watched ‘Avatar: The Last Airbender’ together on Birdie’s bedroom TV.

“I’m not thinking anything,” Birdie lied, playing with Spirit’s hair. She was braiding it, un-braiding it, making flower shapes with it, and just twisting it around her fingers.

After a minute, Spirit smiled a bit at the TV and asked, “Remember when I had a crush on Zuko in middle school?”

Birdie smiled a little bit as well as the happier—and funnier—memory came into her mind. “Yeah. You always insisted that you’d never date someone who wasn’t exactly like Zuko.”

Spirit’s small smile faded a little, and she turned to look up at Birdie. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about Aiden. I wanted to, I promise.”

Birdie put a hand on Spirit’s back, rubbing softly. “You don’t have to apologize. Honestly, I wouldn’t have told me either. I mean, you dating someone? That’s way too big of a secret for me to keep to myself.”

Spirit smiled, some tension leaving her shoulders. She turned her head to look at the TV again. She didn’t say another word.

It wasn’t until six in the morning that Birdie noticed Spirit had fallen into a slightly fidgety sleep. Birdie turned the volume down on the TV at that time, continuing to play with Spirit’s hair. She decided she could sleep later, and she would stay up in case Spirit had any more nightmares. After years, this was a routine.

As long as Spirit needed her, she would be there and ready to help.

— — —

Getting a breakfast sandwich and a milkshake from McDonalds via DoorDash just before midnight was probably a dumb idea, Aiden realized when he woke up, knowing that he’d probably puke sometime that day. His stomach was already bloated.

Anxiety after the whole incident at the festival made him eat nearly all the snacks in his apartment. Fruit gummies? Two baggies left. Chocolate-covered pomegranate seeds? The bag was empty in the trash. A bag of bruschetta-flavored bagel chips? Gone.

And the McDonalds on top of that was a stupid decision. Not to mention how the Korean Corndog was still making his stomach all grumbly, even after he got home.

Suddenly, Aiden heard a ping from his phone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and saw Spirit’s name above the message.

Eyes widening, he opened it, reading the four words she sent: ‘Can you come over?’

He instantly responded, regardless of how nauseous he felt, agreeing.

Then she sent her location, and he all but jumped up from his couch to get dressed since he was only in boxers. He put on some jeans and a black t-shirt, put on his glasses, didn’t bother even checking his hair, and made his way out the door with socks and sandals on his feet.

The address is the one he’d picked her up from a few times during the summer break. He’d never actually entered the building though.

He checked his phone again once he got out of the car and saw an apartment number and the words ‘Look for the flowers’.

Aiden made his way through the building, and eventually wound up on a floor that smelled floral and pleasant. The door wasn’t hard to spot, with flowers on either side of it. He knocked, and a familiar short girl answered it.

“Hey,” Birdie said. Her braids were all bunched up in a thick ponytail. “Come in.”

Birdie let him step inside, and the floral smell increased tenfold. The many plants and candles he saw were likely the reason.

“She’s in here,” Birdie said, leading him to a room. She turned and looked at him. “Go ahead in. I’ll be in my room.” And with that, she turned to a different door and went inside, shutting it.

Aiden took a deep breath before grabbing the handle and letting himself inside.

Spirit was sitting on the bed, legs cris-crossed, on her phone with headphones on. She looked up at him, and her eyes widened. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft, taking her headphones off.

Aiden couldn’t help the relieved smile that spread on his face. “Hey,” he said back, making his way over and sitting on the edge of the bed, turned to face her. “How’re you doing?”

Spirit shrugged. “Better,” she answered. “I’m sorry about all of that.”

Aiden shook his head, scooting closer and putting a hand on Spirit’s knee. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

Spirit shook her head, looking away from him and down at her lap. “It was my fault. I knew better than to go anywhere with that asshole.”

Aiden felt his stomach twist. “He’s the same guy you fought after I wound up in the hospital a few months ago, right? Isaac said his name is Zeke, and I think I remember that name from then.”

Spirit didn’t look up, but the pinch of her brow and the slight nod of her head told him he was right.

“Can you tell me?” Aiden asked, reaching for and gently touching her wrist. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

Spirit said nothing, and Aiden was about to drop it when Spirit suddenly opened her mouth.

“I’ve known Zeke since elementary school,” she admitted quietly. “He always used to get in trouble, and he got even worse as we got older. I spent time with him because. . . I guess, it was my stupid way of coping since my life was so crappy.”

Aiden’s brows creased. “Crappy how?”

Spirit’s lips pinched into a thin line. She still wouldn’t look at him. After a long moment of hesitation, she said in a small voice, “My dad died when I was little, and my mom was gone so often that I basically raised myself. When I was ten, she started to only pay for bills and stuff, so I had to start working to buy myself things and food. Some people in our cruddy neighborhood did secret fights and bet on winners, so Zeke started showing me how to fight so I could make the extra cash. And we became regulars at those fights for years.”

Aiden had no idea what to say. It sounded like a tragic backstory that a movie character would have.

“I always hated Zeke,” she said, “but I spent time with him anyway. The first time I got drunk was at his house when I was twelve. After that, he’d always sneak me a flask at school when he could tell I was stressed. And no matter how many times my friends tried to get me away from him, I always went back when something pissed me off or upset me or whatever. It was like a bad habit I couldn’t break. And I didn’t go back because he’d comfort me or anything—in fact, he’d usually laugh if I ever cried—but he taught me how to numb my feelings.”

Aiden noticed her eyes starting to fill with tears, and he scooted a little closer, moving the hand on her wrist to grab hers, squeezing softly. She looked up at him, her dark eyes shiny with unshed tears. “He hurt me a lot growing up,” she forced out, her voice cracking. “Just like yesterday.”

Feeling close to tears himself, Aiden asked softly, “Can I hug you?”

Spirit looked a little surprised that he even asked, but she nodded, and Aiden wrapped her up in a warm embrace. She rested her head against his chest, and he started to feel her shake a little with sobs she was trying to suppress.

Outside the room, Aiden heard a door open and shut, but he didn’t care. All that mattered then and there was Spirit.

Eventually, Spirit pulled away, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of the red hoodie she was wearing. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled. “Sorry for just trauma-dumping on you like that.”

“Don’t apologize,” Aiden said instantly, hands grabbing her shoulders gently. “Don’t ever apologize for sharing stuff like that with me. I’m here for you.”

She met his eyes and couldn’t help but smile a little at him. “Thank you.”

Spirit eventually led Aiden out of the room and to the living room, checking her phone. “Birdie went to the store,” she said, reading a message. Aiden realized that’s why he heard a door open and close.

“Wanna watch TV? Birdie bot a shit-ton of popcorn the other day.”

The second Spirit mentioned the popcorn, Aiden was reminded of his poor food choices the previous night, and he almost shuddered at the nauseating thought of adding popcorn to that mess in his gut.

But before Aiden could make the excuse that he wasn’t hungry, Spirit was already in the kitchen, pulling a bag of popcorn out of the pantry to put in the microwave.

His stomach let out an unhappy growl just at the thought, and he could feel something tickling the back of his throat. He felt a little dizzy.

“Um. . . Where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

“Oh, I’ll show you,” Spirit said once the microwave was going, and she half-jogged out of the kitchen to walk Aiden over to the bathroom.

“Thanks,” he said, knowing what was about to happen.

“No problem,” Spirit said, already looking better than she had earlier. “You can use one of those small towels to dry your hands.”

Aiden smiled, nodded, and shut the door. Instead of sitting on the toilet, he crouched in front of it with a grimace. He wished his body had decided to do this in the morning before he came.

He could hear the sound of popping, and the scent of butter filled the whole apartment somehow, making him gag. After a few more gags, his stomach leaped and a thick stream of sick splattered in the toilet. He groaned, still feeling nauseous but a little bit better. He was grateful he wasn’t a super loud puker. . . but the sick burp that snuck up on him wasn’t too quiet.

He vomited one more time, and let out a sigh of relief as the pain in his stomach subsided a bit.

He flushed, got up, and went to rinse his mouth out in the sink. When he made his way out, Spirit was in the living room with a bowl of popcorn, flipping through movies on the TV.

“You like Spiderman, right? Wanna watch—” she turned to look at him, only to frown slightly at his paleness. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, moving around the couch and sitting beside her. “Yeah. My stomach just decided to be a bitch.”

Spirit frowned deeper. “Do you want Tums or something?”

He shook his head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m fine,” he said, not completely lying but also not telling the truth.

After a bit more concerned prodding, Spirit focused on putting on the movie. She leaned against Aiden’s shoulder—something that had become a habit after all of their movie dates— and he responded by hugging her to his side.

His stomach felt better, but it still gurgled a bit, and he couldn’t help but smile when one of Spirit’s hands moved behind his back, going around him and resting on his stomach, rubbing softly.

Smiling, he couldn’t resist pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

Spirit whispered, “Thank you for being here.”

“It’s what boyfriends do,” Aiden responded, feeling a little giddy just calling himself Spirit’s boyfriend.

Spirit began to relax, smiling while watching the movie and getting lost in the motion of rubbing Aiden’s stomach. Just being with him, close to him, made her feel safe and forget about the bad in her mind.

“I’m happy I’m your girlfriend,” she whispered, blushing furiously from saying the words aloud.

But Aiden only chuckled a little, kissing the top of her head one more time. “Me too.”

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Could you do a Yandere Ezekiel x Reader if you have the time? I love your work by the way it's amazing

HELLO!! Thank you so much for your patience and support! I’m so happy to finally get this out for you, I hope this was worth the wait!💝

YANDERE! EZEKIEL ONE SHOT

First day being on Total Drama, and your team lost both parts of the first challenge. There was a slight despondent wave hanging above the heads of your teammates as you sat in the mess hall, but you were humble enough to sit with the girls from the opposing team.

You were just internally debating how you were going to get through the competition with this abomination as your food when Lindsay exclaimed, addressing you:

“I think someone likes you!”

It felt too early to assume something like that, nonetheless you still glanced up from playing with your food, piquing,“Huh? Who?”

“Behind you.” the goth answers.

So you look behind you and grimace back to the girls. It was Ezekiel, staring right at you, sitting all by himself at the table.

“Zeke? Seriously?”

“Yeah. He seems realllllly into you. You should talk to him!" Lindsay suggested, curiously cheerful.

“Now why should I be the one to approach him if he’s apparently the one who has a crush on me?" That didn't make sense.

"Uh because, he's kinda been staring at you for a bit, but we didn't say anything since we thought he was looking at something else." Gwen explained, not very emotive to the scene, despite how disturbing she made it sound,"I'm surprised you didn't notice."

That gave you goosebumps, but you felt brave enough to stand up,“Eugh alright, I’ll go talk to him and hear what he has to say.”

"Good luck girl, we'll be over here if you need us." Leshawna assured.

You approach back to the Killer Bass table, where the girls’ claims were understatements: the second you caught eyes with Ezekiel, he immediately straightened up and his pupils dilated as large as the moon as he greeted you,“Oh! Heyyy uh... (Y/N)!”

“Hi?” you reply, taking a sit in front of him.

"How you doing? Good?” Ezekiel had a strange way of speaking, but it seemed stranger now that you were talking one on one.

He was trying to be polite though, so you decided to be nice too,“Yeah, I'm fine. You?”

“Yeah yeah, you’re great- I mean, I’m great." you noticed that slipup, just continuing to prove what the girls were saying,"You were, heh...really like sick, in that diving challenge. Kinda cool for a girl.”

You were on board until that,“Sorry? Cool for a girl?” you repeated,”What do you mean?”

He answered back, in a tone that suggested it was common sense,"You know... Cuz girls usually suck at sports.”

You tilt your head, deciding to probe further,“And why is that?”

“Well because they’re weak and stuff. That’s what my dad told me. Girls aren’t made to be strong or smart, they’re made to make food and take care of their family.”

Classic misogyny,“Clearly not if me and all the others girls are here.”

He scoffs, folding his arms,"Yeah, because no one would wanna be with ugly girls."

Your eyes widened in disgust,”Sorry?”

Ezekiel must have understood the weight of disapproval in your reaction as he began to jump from words to words, like he was stumbling on sizzling magma, to save himself,"Uh, what I meant was- You- Apart from you, of course! I didn’t mean you- You're..."

"Ending this conversation." you didn't wanna waste any more time on him.

You get up, though clearly Ezekiel had other plans as he reached out across the table and grabbed your arm. You turned around and snapped at him,"What the hell do you think you're doing? You think I'm gonna forget what you said?"

"No no no, man! I just wanna like, keep you here, you know? Like, you really gonna leave in the middle of us getting closer?"

“Getting closer?” You strip his hand off,"You and I will never be anything more than teammates.”

“But why? Take it on me, eh?” he requested, gripping his hand on you again.

You waved your hand dismissively,“Keep your distance, don’t talk to me again.”

“You don’t wanna talk?...” he repeated, with dejection in his eyes. You almost felt bad, but then he followed it up with,”Right! Because you wanna just cut to the action!"

“No!” you screeched. How delusional can someone be?,"Stop misreading my words, thinking they're something they're not!"

You tried removing his hand again, however, he was a lot more persistent.

He took this as a chance to pull you in closer, claiming,“Why? I ain’t doing nothing wrong! I only like, love you (Y/N)... Why not love me back too yo?”

You wanted to glare at him, but when you set your eyes back on him... His usual pale complexion was nowhere to be found with all that... That blush. No no no no no.

“Eugh bro! Didn’t you hear the girl? She said no! What part of it don’t you understand?” Praise be, Leshawna stepped in, yanking Ezekiel off you. You shoot her a look of gratitiude as you gave yourself a few steps away from your conspicuous admirer.

Ezekiel stumbled and glared at Leshawna,“Stay outta this, we’re having our first quarrel!” Quarrel? You vomited in your mouth. There's no way this was real life.

"It's not a quarrel if you're not dating! Take a hint, dude!" Gwen exclaimed.

...What a first day.

No surprise, but the team voted him off and Ezekiel was sent packing. He had hoped that you would be there to wave at him as he boarded the boat, but he saw you doing a weird gesture that only involved your middle finger.

"Thanks so much for helping, you guys." you mentioned to your friends back in the cabin,"I feel embarrassed that I needed help to get him to back off."

"Don't worry, girlfriend." Leshawna reassured, patting your shoulder,"He's just one walking recipe for disaster. And we're gonna help if disaster wants to bother ya."

Hold on.

You thought getting the team to vote him off was going to stop him trying to move to you?

HAHA.

You’re in for a real treat.