#yeah that’s how I feel except that I know it’s hell and not to be trusted

[lucy-literates]

First of all thank you that you write my requests even if you have a lot to do, I appreciate it 🫶🏾

I loved Too much, it was touching and I love it, when the whole grid is involved 😊

I do have another idea :)

A younger reader (28) again, I just love it 🙈 and Lewis dates the reader for a stupid bet, but they were all drunk and forgot the bet.

They fall for eachother but the reader overhears them talking about it, but Lewis gets it right with a happy ending 😊

Lots of love :)

A/N: Sorry for being away for so long, I guess you could say I had some writers block for a while. I hope you enjoy this :)

Didn’t Mean To, Meant It Anyway

It started as a stupid game. Champagne, music, and too many bored millionaires crammed into someone’s Monaco rooftop villa trying to one-up each other with dares that got dumber by the hour.

You weren’t supposed to be there.

You didn’t usually do this — parties full of egos and Rolexes, girls in heels sharp enough to stab, laughter so fake it echoed hollow. But your friend dragged you out and swore it’d be fun. Said you needed to let loose. Said you deserved a night to feel expensive.

You were sipping a drink too pink and too strong when you felt eyes on you. That kind of stare you could feel before you even turned around. Heat on your skin, goosebumps despite the heat.

And then — there he was.

Lewis Hamilton. Formula One legend. Ridiculously handsome. And apparently, already walking toward you with the kind of confidence you only see in slow-motion movie scenes.

"Hi," he said, flashing you a smile that could’ve sold perfume in Paris.

You raised a brow, amused. "You always approach strangers like they’re already yours?"

His smile widened. "Only when they look like they could ruin me."

Somewhere behind him, Carlos whooped. You didn’t notice. Not yet.

You gave him your name. And your number. And the kind of half-smile that said, I don’t usually do this, but I might make an exception for you.

You didn’t know he’d just been dared to ask you out. Didn’t know it was a joke between drivers — A week. Bet you can’t keep her around longer than that.

And Lewis? He didn’t think it mattered. You’d both be over it by next week.

Except… you weren’t.

It started with a brunch date the next morning, because he didn’t want to waste time. He showed up in sunglasses and a hoodie, somehow looking both lowkey and magnetic.

You teased him the whole way through. "Didn’t think you were the pancakes and oat milk kind of guy."

"Only for you," he said, and God help you, he meant it a little more than he meant to.

What followed wasn’t what either of you expected.

You fit into each other's worlds more easily than you should’ve. He brought you to the paddock once and regretted it instantly when you pointed out exactly how the FIA’s regulations were gender-biased before he could even order lunch.

You laughed at his terrible Spotify playlists. He listened to you talk about your job, your dreams, your childhood cat, like it was the most interesting thing in the universe. He made you tea at 2 a.m. when you couldn’t sleep. You wore his hoodie and didn’t give it back. He let you steal fries off his plate without a word.

By the end of the second week, you were sleeping at his place more than your own. By the third, he’d introduced you to Roscoe. By the fourth, you were wondering when the floor was going to drop from under you because this — This felt real.

And Lewis?

He hadn’t thought about the bet since the first date.

It was a stupid coincidence.

You were early to his place, armed with coffee and a smug text ready to send when he opened the door.

He didn’t hear you come in — still out on the balcony, laughing into the phone.

You paused, not wanting to interrupt.

“…Yeah, it started as a bet,” Lewis said, chuckling.

Your stomach dropped.

Your brain scrambled for context. A bet? What bet?

“But I forgot it was a joke after the second date. I’m serious, mate — she’s different. Smart as hell, doesn’t put up with my shit. I think I—”

You left.

Quietly. Before he could say another word. Before he could explain. Before he could break your heart any more than he already had.

You ghosted him.

Didn’t answer the door. Didn’t reply to texts. Didn’t even let your friends say his name in your presence.

Lewis spiraled — a little more each day.

He’d thought he’d been careful. Not because he was hiding anything, but because this wasn’t about the bet anymore. Hadn’t been for weeks. He wasn’t playing. He hadn’t been playing since you first kissed him and told him you’d never felt more seen.

And now?

He’d lost you over the stupidest thing he’d ever done.

But he wasn’t giving up.

It started with a note slipped under your door.

Then flowers. Then another note. Then him, sitting on your doorstep, looking like hell, holding your necklace in his hands like it was sacred.

“I never meant for it to be real,” he said when you finally opened the door one rainy afternoon. “But then you happened. And it’s the only thing that feels real anymore.”

You crossed your arms, silent. Watching.

He swallowed, eyes searching yours. “It was a dare. One night. And then I got to know you. And now I’m ruined. Properly. Because I love you, and I don’t even know if you’ll ever let me prove it.”

You stared at him for a long time.

“You bet on me,” you said softly.

He nodded. “And I lost. Because I fell. Hard.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just stepped aside. Let him in.

A few months later, after slow mornings and long drives and everything he promised he’d never take for granted again — he clipped a necklace around your neck.

A quiet gesture. A new start.

You glanced down. A small, simple charm.

“No bet this time?” you whispered.

Lewis smiled against your skin, his lips brushing your shoulder.

“No bet,” he murmured. “Just a promise.”

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FEAT; monster trio + ace x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS; there’s a million cliche romance tropes out there — but which ones would they have?

CW; mention of planes in luffys part, does op have airports hell if i know, i can’t think of anything else this is purely fluff

NOTE; first post kinda nervy😓requests are open and veery highly encouraged rn!!! so. anyway enough yap enjoy and please send requests

LUFFY — RUNNING THROUGH AN AIRPORT

You were supposed to be part of his crew. So why, why were you leaving? It was completely and utterly random—you seemed happy enough with the crew, always all smiles and radiating with joy.

Which is why, when he heard about the news of your leave, it left him nothing short of shocked. But Luffy wasn’t one to give up, and especially not on you; he wasn’t going to take anyone else to fill in a position that was made to be yours. After all, what was the point of being King of the Pirates if you weren’t there with him?

The day your flight was supposed to happen, you left the crew behind with a bitter goodbye—and Luffy could tell with just a brief look into your eye that this was the last thing you wanted to do. But for some reason, no matter how much he bargained, you just wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t until your plane was supposed to board that he became desperate.

“Did they tell you which terminal they were going to?” Luffy asked Nami, his fingers digging into his palm. He was going to bring you back — it wasn’t a matter of how, but when. He was sure of that.

Nami hummed. “Yeah. A23.”

And that was all he needed to hear.

Luffy immediately took off for your terminal, swerving through airport security and yelling out a “sorry” whenever he bumped into someone in the midst of his rush. There would be time for him to worry about the consequences later (though, he definitely won’t regardless—he never does). 

He follows the signs littered throughout the hallways. He looks for the letter A, which thankfully is the very first one. The numbers go up one by one, and Luffy can tell that time is running out. 

“Flight A23 is now boarding economy class passengers. Please make your way onto the plane.”

The sound of the monotone lady talking through the speakers is ringing through Luffy’s head, and he starts running even faster. 19, 20, 21, 22, 23–

There. You’re there.

He spots you talking to the flight attendant at the front, showing her your ticket and Luffy feels nothing short of a rush of emotions. This was it—all or nothing.

“[NAAAMEEE]!�� He screams, not caring for all the heads that turn around to face him except for yours. All he needs is yours. And when you do, a shocked expression immediately showing through your feature, Luffy already knows he’s won.

“Luffy? What—why’re you here?” you ask, voice breathless and full of confusion. You don’t seem to care about everybody watching either.

“Come back to the crew! I know this isn’t what you want! Everybody—everybody is waiting for you back at the ship!” he yells, and you feel yours burn with tears threatening to shed. “The whole crew needs you. So just come back!”

You’re not sure what it is—a part of you wants to argue, tell him to go back and mind his own business. But when he ran all the way here to your terminal, showing you just how much you mean to both him and the crew, how could you ever bring yourself to refuse?

ZORO — GOING STILL WHEN YOU SLEEP ON THEIR SHOULDER

It wasn’t uncommon for Zoro to take the duty of the night shifts. It was an unspoken responsibility he had given to himself because he felt he needed to take care of the whole crew anyway. He trusted them wholeheartedly, sure, but if it fell into anyone’s hands he would rather it be him. These night shifts were the reason he was usually so tired in the morning, spending his day sleeping more than anything else.

Today, though, you had decided to make the impulsive decision of joining Zoro in his night shift. It was somewhat of a habit, but not really. There was no pattern, you’d just randomly choose to keep him company on days when you felt like it—and this happened to be one of those days.

The both of you were up in the crows nest, watching the waves idly pass by. Out at sea, there wasn’t any light pollution. You could easily see the stars and every bit of color in the sky.

“So…you’re just gonna sit there?” Zoro asks, confusion written all over his face. He was up lifting weights to the side, and most of the ones he owned were heavier than you could ever imagine.

You shrug. “I didn’t come here to be productive.”

Zoro only sighs in response, switching to carry his weight with only one hand and narrowing his sharp eyes at you. “Then why’re you in here? You’re not really keeping watch, either.”

“Your company.”

Zoro blinks at your blunt answer. Once. Twice. “…Oh. Fine, then.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you before he huffs and sets the weight down on the floor, walking to sit beside you. His cheeks are dusted a light pink, barely noticeable unless you really, really squinted.

Conversation starts to strike up naturally, like it always has. Funny stories from past adventures, little facts about the other crew members, and before you know it, your eyes start to feel a little droopy. 

Zoro notices, of course. But before he can make a comment about it, offering to carry you back to bed while he takes over the rest of the night watch, your head lands on his shoulder and he immediately freezes up.

“Oi, [Name]…are you asleep?” he asks, voice quiet as if he already knows the answer. You’re totally, utterly, knocked out, and now there’s no way he’s going to be able to move for the rest of the night.

Sure, he could just gently tap you awake and force you back into the girls room, but when you just look so comfortable and cozy…how could he bring himself to do such a thing?

So, no, he doesn’t move an inch—for the rest of the night. And by the time the crew finds the both of you in the morning, you’re still laying on Zoro’s shoulder and he’s asleep too, head laying on top of yours.

SANJI — SHARING AN UMBRELLA

It was in Sanji’s nature to be a gentleman. Through and through, to the core, Sanji was a gentleman—and he prided himself in that simple fact. To many people, he was regarded and considered as the ideal, perfect man; which made a whole lot of sense.

The crew had recently docked at an island known for its unpredictable weather changes—even Nami could barely tell when a storm was rolling through. So when you were shopping around the many stores around town, it wasn’t very surprising when you suddenly felt a drop of water land on your head.

“It’s raining,” you point out. The rain wasn’t anything too terrible—you’re sure if you walked back to the ship now you wouldn’t even be soaked. 

Sanji, though, wasn’t having any of it. If he let you get any more wet than you are now, he would have completely failed his duty as a gentleman. At least, that’s how he sees it—true or not. 

“[Name]-san, I’ll shield you with my body!” he bravely declares, holding his arms and legs out with his back facing the direction the rain was pelting you from.

“…Right, or we can just head into this store!” you reason, walking directly past him and pushing open the door of one of the nearby stores. Here, at least, the roof could make for an actually effective shield.

The cashier who you presume to be the owner doesn’t seem to mind, gladly welcoming the both of you in.

“Uhm…hi,” you politely but awkwardly greet, Sanji standing behind you like a guard dog. “Do you know when this rain is supposed to stop?”

The man shakes his head. “No, the weather conditions can’t be foreseen here. It could be an hour, or a few days. But I have a spare umbrella lying around if you want to use it,” he offers, searching the shelves under the register for where the umbrella was placed.

When he found it, he put it in Sanji’s hands. “Take this and head home. This is the only spare one I have, but…it’s better than nothing. Be careful on your way back, okay?”

The two of you nod and turn around to leave, giving your thanks to the kind owner. Sanji passes you the umbrella and says, “You have it. I can’t let the rain soil your outfit.”

You tilt your head. “Thanks for the offer, but we can just share.” Your hands fiddle with the buttons on the umbrella, and when it finally opens up, you hand it back to Sanji and stand under the umbrella as well—close enough that your shoulders touch.

Sanji’s shocked, but he doesn’t want to turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this one—who would, if you were the one asking? 

So without another word, and very quickly, Sanji agrees. 

The walk back to the ship is nice, filled with small talk—and when you get back, the crew notes that Sanji is acting just a little more giddy than usual.

ACE — ONE BED

“…Whitebeard didn’t tell me that this was the arrangement,” you say, and Ace responds with just as much confusion.

“Yeah. That’s ’cause it’s not.”

You and Ace were ordered by Whiteheard himself to dock at this island and he even went as far as to have someone reserve a room for you in this specific hotel. Was it a mistake, or a set up? To be honest, you didn’t even know. 

“Do you want to go ask the lady at the front to change our room?” you question, scratching the back of your head as you watch Ace plop down onto the mattress with a sigh and without a care.

“Nah, it’s not that big of a deal. You can take the bed and I’ll take the floor. There’s a sleeping bag in the—“

Before he can get out even a single other word, you quickly cut him off. This habit of his, to neglect his personal needs for the comfort of others—especially you—pissed you off to absolutely no end.

“No.” Blunt and forward. No. He could never argue with you when your tone turned like that, but it was obvious that today he finally got the guts to try.

“What do you mean, no? I’m trying to be a nice guy! There’s no way you’re taking the floor, [name],” Ace countered, stubbornly crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“None of us have to sleep on the floor! The bed is big enough for us to share.”

It’s true, the bed was relatively big—like two twin size beds were mashed and blended together.

Ace’s entire face turns red at the thought, and you notice a few of the flames that flickered on his body when you mentioned that possibility. 

“Well, okay. Since you said it’s fine…”

Night rolls around relatively quickly. The two of you were laying on opposite sides of the bed. Nothing stood between you—not even pillows—just the trust and faith you had in each other to act like a decently mannered human being.

All the lights were turned off except for the dim coming from the bathroom, the only light you decided to keep open. The only sound that you heard was the shuffling of the sheets when Ace twisted and turned, and the low hum of the air conditioner filling the room with cold air.

Way too cold.

Ace must’ve caught it, because he asks, “…Are you cold?”

You chuckle awkwardly. “A little bit…is it that obvious? And what about you?”

“Pretty obvious—but I’m doing fine. Since, y’know…I’m made of fire.”

You hum and nod, but there’s obviously tension in the air. Ace knows what you want to ask, and you know what Ace wants to offer—but the both of you are too much of some cowards to say it.

It’s not until a full minute of silence and straight staring has passed that Ace speaks up. “Lay on me.”

It’s not really a question, but not a demand either. His tone isn’t forceful, and it obviously leaves you for a choice—though, “no” was never in the picture anyway.

You scoot closer to him, and him to you, and before you know it, your body temperature is quickly rising and you feel warm. You couldn’t even tell if it was from his natural body heat or just how nervous he made you.

But regardless, that night was the most comfortable sleep you’ve had in a long time—and you’re sure Ace feels the same.

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Hi! I’ve been slowly making my way through your fic rec master list and I was wondering if you have any recs for fics that are modern ranch hand/cowboy au?

Thank you for all that you do for us!! You’re the best!

Thank you for the kind message! 💖

Drive Home (The Long Way 'Round) by Queen_Whovian

The two hour drive that should have brought him to Ashburn was interrupted by a squeal from under the hood. The lights on the dash flashed before a warning code blinked on. “Oh, you’ve gotta be,” Stiles pulled over just as soft gray smoke started to billow from under the hood, “fucking with me.” Just as he pressed his foot to the brake, a grinding shook the jeep’s body. Stiles groaned, letting his head fall back against his seat. He pushed the parking brake and shoved himself out of the car, “Some type of fucking car. How far away are we, Roscoe? Like ten minutes? Couldn’t just make it to Scott’s place, you just had to break down in the middle of nowhere. God-fucking-damnit.” Life seems to be having fun fucking with Stiles, stranding him in the middle of Nowheresville, Tennessee after a Hellish six months at the office, but Scott is here. And there's a guy willing to help him fix his car. So it can't be all bad. He hopes.

They Just Ride Away by pinkhorizon

Derek comes home from the long cattle drive to his brown-eyed, honey-drawling lover.

Dusty Boots and Saddle Sores by eeyore9990 

I don't know how to summarize this fic, so here are the things you need to know: Derek wears boots, rides a horse named Wolf, and everyone has a low, slow West Texas drawl. Isaac plays the piano and Boyd says "ain't." Stiles is a little shit. So that part hasn't changed. ** The Old West AU you didn't know you needed.

the trees call your name by spaceprincessem 

“That was a long time ago,” Derek finally said, his face falling into its usual cool facade. Stiles felt like he had been punched in the gut. Two worlds, right? Except, it had never really been two worlds at all. If they lived in two worlds, Stiles wouldn’t feel this unexplainable ache that ran deep in his bones. It had always been one world, with water slipping into the cracks, until there was an ocean between them. Stiles was always caught in the riptides, dragged out to sea where he was left to drown, sinking below the surface as Derek grew further and further out of his reach. “Yeah,” Stiles agreed, forcing his lips to turn up in the corners, noting the slight crack in his voice, “long time ago." aka the high school friends to lovers ranch au that no one asked for, but the one that i wrote anyway. This fic is finished, I will just be posting it in two parts!

Wild Horses by thepsychicclam

Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

back again (for the first time) by hot_damn_louis

“There was a—” Stiles shook his head, unable to believe it himself, “— a ghost.” It had been years since Stiles had seen a ghost with his own two eyes, and not through a fancy camera or on pictures. He saw it, the column of light, at the end of his bed. If he wasn’t frozen, scared to even move, he might have been able to stretch his leg out and kick it. He was that close to it. aka Stiles is house sitting with his sister Lydia for the summer on a farm in the middle of a ranch in Texas. And even though he's a retired ghost hunter, the rumors of the Mad Monk ghost on the Hale ranch are too enticing to stay away from.

Mail Order Stiles by Green 

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.” “You don’t even wear a hat." “I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.” (Stiles doesn't eat a hat, but that's just because he's too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband's ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)

Holding On & Letting Go by orphan_account, Winchesterek

Derek Hale is an Alpha without a pack, on the move with memories haunting his footsteps. When he answers an unusual ALPHA WANTED ad, he finds himself somewhere unexpected, finally able to rebuild a family and his hope for the future.

One Door Closes by KouriArashi

Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. (I'm sure a million fics have been written about older Stiles and Derek, but this one has cowboy Derek, does that help?)

light returning by lilysaid

Derek skips town just after the Nogitsune. When he realizes his mistake, he sets off to find Stiles, make amends, and keep his feelings for Stiles hidden. Two out of three isn't bad. Pining, bed sharing, highly-suspect platonic touching, and shameless adoration of Derek's beard.

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Satoru Gojo Called For Help

Call #03 - Boy meets Twilight ☼

Hello there! This is the Teen Confessions Helpline! What’s the problem? Feel free to confess anything you like and we’ll be there to—

Okay, slow your roll. Do you snort cocaine before answering these calls? Why do you sound like a kindergarten teacher on caffeine?

Oh. I just... I like to sound upbeat! Helps people feel safe and, you know, less like they’re about to emotionally explode on a stranger?

Sweetie, I already exploded. You’re just catching the fallout.

...Okay then, emo bomb. What brings you back? Ran out of people to mock or did the void get too quiet again?

I came back because I missed the warm embrace of being judged by someone who sounds like they crochet emotional support coasters.

That is—specific. And wrong. I don't crochet. I stress-bake.

Even worse. That means you’re nice and smell like cinnamon. Gross.

You're so aggressively weird. And grumpy. Is that your thing?

It’s called having a personality, Y/N. You should try it sometime without quoting pamphlets.

...I don’t quote pamphlets! I improvise my hope speeches, thank you very much.

Yeah? Must be hard juggling teenage youth and unpaid therapy.

I’m trying, okay? You try talking people down from the ledge when your most relevant life experience is failing a math quiz.

...Relatable.

Thought so. So. Are you still... you know. Floating in the metaphorical death pool?

Still doing backstrokes in it, yeah.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Cool, cool. Love a good emotional stone wall. Super helpful for my job.

I’m just... too much. I should just disappear. In the grand scale of things, I'm worth just as much as a chewed gum stuck on the bottom of someone's shoes.

...Mr. Fanceh, that’s the saddest and most aggressively petty thing I’ve ever heard. I’m impressed.

I aim to disappoint with style.

You’re not too much. You’re just... going through shit with too many emotions involved. Like every teen with a Twitter account in 2012.

I’m seventeen. Brooding is in my DNA.

Well, I’m seventeen too. Except I’ve chosen to be happy in delulu land. Like, violently choosing joy until the universe gets annoyed and gives up.

That’s not healthy.

Neither is spiraling alone while listening to sad music at 2 a.m., and yet here we are.

Touché. So... what keeps you from joining the void, then?

Pizza. Chocolate. And Edward Cullen.

...Twilight?

Yea? What about it?

It’s glittery garbage.

...I have never been more personally victimized. If you don’t kill yourself, I just might, out of sheer rage and secondhand shame.

That’s one way to keep me alive, I guess.

Damn right. Now sit down and take your medicine.

...What medicine?

The sacred text. I’m reading you Twilight. As punishment.

Wait, you’re seriously—

‘I’d never given much thought to how I would die—though I’d had reason enough in the last few months—’

Oh my god. You’re actually doing this.

Yes. This is your hell for mocking my sparkle king. If I can sit through your nightly existential monologue, you can endure Bella’s dramatic monologue about death and romance.

...You’re actually evil.

And yet... you called back.

...Yeah. I did.

ONGOING CALL: 1 hour, 54 minutes

Call Satoru Gojo?

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✨I wanna talk abt this scene ✨

And this scene

Annnnnd this sCENE WE ALL FORGOT ABT

So, For my other TADC theorists

This is evident that Caine was lying about having control over the character’s minds. If he was lying unintentionally or intentionally hard to say. Jax gets turned vegan(I did see someone say that this was only possible because Zooble spoke it into existence and Caine did it because Zooble said so…? I don’t think that’s the case personally)

Ragatha gets hit with the stupid sauce and gets drunk/high

And the one no one brought up from what I saw, Pomni gets possessed by an NPC. Caine creates the NPCs by the way(I’m 90% sure), at least he creates the adventures they appear in, and Pomni isn’t herself in this scene obviously and she kNOWS STUFF THAT ONLY AN NPC? OR CAINE?? COULD KNOW ABT KINGERS WIFE

Pomni was aware she was possessed but not of what she said? Or was saying?

But unless this was an NPC Kinger has seen before, which he didn’t seem to remember anyhow, the only person who could know of Kinger’s wife in the circus is the AI, Caine.So, this brings up many questions. If Caine can control minds, it’s safe to assume he can control their memories.

As when Pomni panics about her name—

Caine tells her that no one can remember their name when they enter the circus, followed up by saying:

Which is countered in later episodes. It could be true though, maybe he can control their minds but not their names? And only their names?? Which feels doubtful and yet he still helps Pomni come up with a new one and never slips up if he did know their real names..

Regardless, if he does control memories or how people behave(which he seems to control behavior and mindsets) - COULD HE POSSIBLY,, BE PREVENTING KINGER FROM REMEMBERING IMPORTANT INFORMATION??

Everyone remembers everything from their old lives except their names, the exception being Kinger. Who has been here for so long he reportedly has gone insane and only remembers well in darkness. The only thing he seems to truly recall is his time with his wife and seven years working in Computer Science - which means for us theorists he has the most connection to the game than anyone else because he probably worked on it, compared to the others who are implied to have stumbled upon the headset connected to the game in abandoned houses or buildings. Of course, we still have no idea how Gangle or Jax found their way into the circus.

But without targeting Kinger too much, there's still something Gooseworx had answered in their asks that bothered me? The question was "Out of everyone who deserves to be in the circus to most?" Like it was hell of some kind - and ofc they said Jax, which yeah. Makes sense. But even then, how did Jax get here??? How did Gangle get here???

AND IF Kinger had worked on the game that is the Digital Circus firsthand, is Caine preventing him from remembering important details about the game? If so, why? Would Kinger know how to leave? And if he even does why didn't he the second he put on the headset?

WHAT DO YOU, THE VIEWERS THINK???

Also one final theory I wanna lock in: Since it's at least confirmed to have nine episodes total and after ep. 6 we don't know who or what the next episode will be centered around I have a guess Episode 7: Kaufmo Episode 8: Caine Episode 9: Leaving the circus? Or accepting their fate in what is essentially hell

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Together

chapter 2 - second chances

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content MDNI: fem!reader, degrading, dirty talk, pervy actions, fem!oralreceiving, rough sex, size kink, reader and reiner have a past, spitting, squirting, reiner calls himself daddy once, slapping, male!oralreceiving, reader cries but not sad tears,hair pulling

After a few days of living with reiner, you expected things to go bad, but fortunately things where going really good so far!! Except for Reiner’s proposal of giving him a chance, of course you wanted to be with him, or maybe just be a fling. but after what happened last time you guys decided to be a “fling” he went and broke your heart. Yes you both agreed on no strings attached but still. it was hard not to catch feelings for him, he was so romantic and so nice, always has been.

laying in bed, wearing a black tank top and some cute cherry red panties, you were on the phone with pieck of course. Pieck is hands down your number one, your twin, your everything. Sure you and reiner were close, considering how long you guys have known each other, but what you and pieck had was different. You met her in high school of course, you guys had shared the same world history class together. You had been partnered up for a group project, after talking for what seemed like hours you guys exchanged phone numbers and then the rest was history.

Your door was cracked open slightly, so you had to be careful of what to say and how loud to say it. Yeah sure you could’ve just shut the door but you were way to lazy. Plus it was a hot summer day and you had no AC in your room, the AC was in the living room so you kinda had to have the door open.

“so hows it going with reiner?” the black haired girl asked,

“good id say, he hasn’t done anything pervy like i expected to happen so thats a plus, but i know he wants me to give him an answer on his proposal” you said sighing softly.

“Babe i love you but he just wants to get in your pants, he’s a blonde gym rat football guy who has the brain the size of a pea. there is no way he wants a relationship” pieck said over the phone. You knew she was right but didn’t want to admit it “he never said to be his girlfriend, he just said to give him a chance.” you stated trying to make an excuse.

Reiner walked past your room, hearing you talk about him made him curious, taking a step back he peeks into the crack of your doorway seeing you in only a tank top and some cute panties made his face go all red and make him feel all fuzzy and warm inside. “Fuck…” he whispered out, pulling out his phone he snagged a quick photo of you, zooming onto your ass, he loved the way those panties hugged onto the flesh of your ass, and the color, wow did it match you just perfectly. There was absolutely no guilt in that mans mind. He had already started taking photos of you prior to this one. Some were of you in a black skimpy dress bending over, some being of you sleeping, some of you in a skimpy swimsuit. All of these of course where taken without you knowing.

“Pieck i just don’t know what to do…i love the guy dearly yes but..he already fucked it up once for me..and plus i don’t wanna ruin our friendship. thats the last thing i want, and on top of that if i do decide to fuck around with him again and things go wrong, i will never escape him, my parents are absolutely in love with Reiner.”

Reiner didn’t even care about what you where saying, he was more focused on your ass and palming himself through his sweats, watching you turn from your position he quickly moves away from your door, not wanting to get caught in the act.

“hun i know, but there are so many better options like jean! or um um um maybe connie?” she laughed out.

“connie? JEAN!? oh hell no.. connie maybe..jean definitely not like yeah he’s fine as hell but he’s also a player, i don’t wanna know how many girls he has on his phone” you laughed with her.

“i think ill just stay single forever” standing up you put on some shorts and walk out of your room to find reiner standing in the kitchen.

“oop. girl i gotta let you go, ill talk to you later, love you bye” you blurted out, hanging up quickly before she could even say anything.

“Im guessing you were talking to pieck?” Reiner said, pouring himself a glass of water from the brita filter.

“Yeah…you didn’t hear anything did you?” you gave him a worried expression.

“Nope i just came out here to get something to drink” you sigh almost in relief.

“So what were you guys talking about?” the blonde asked.

“Oh nothing..just school..” you laughed nervously.

“School? huh…so. Have you thought about my suggestion?” the blonde raised an eyebrow as he took a drink of water.

“Yeah actually um, im still debating honestly” you lean over the counter staring at the male across from you when all of the sudden a knock is on the door.

“Hey open up!!” you hear, Reiner walks to the door opening it up to see Jean.

“Hello?” the male cocks a brow at the brunette before him as he shoves past him to his AC.

“Dude its way to hot downstairs i need your AC right now.” the brunette stated, taking off his tank top and sitting in front of the AC.

“I think we should go shopping for a fan. or maybe an AC in my room so i don’t have to leave the door cracked and a AC for yall” you point at jean.

Reiners face contorted into worry “honestly i don’t think thats necessary i think leaving door open works just fine, plus remember who pays the electric bill” he said, only reason why he said what he said was because yes he does pay the electric bill and didn’t want it to go up anymore, but also, you getting an AC or fan ment that reiner would no longer be able to see you in those skimpy panties that hugged the flesh so well, and he wouldn’t be able to take his pervy little pictures and do pervy things with them.

You sigh “yeah you’re right..until i can afford it we probably shouldn’t” pouting at reiner hoping he’d change his mind, he just looked away to avoid falling for the manipulation.

“Okay well i’m hot so can you guys shut the fuck up?” jean spat out, putting your hands on your hips you leaned forward towards him.

“so am i fucker. i think we are all hot” before you knew it eren was also shoving himself in your living room, both males sitting in front of the ac, all you could do is sit on the couch and laugh silently to yourself.

this was nice, having all of your close friends together, it was just like high school. all of you had been super busy when you guys got into college, never really being able to find the time to all spend time together, yeah it wasn’t all of your crew, you wished your girls were here, but they had all been busy with there own lives, eren setting down his rolling try in front of you, snaps you back into reality, looking at him you cock a brow.

“did you hear me?” the black haired boy said “uh….” is all you could mutter out, he laughs.

“i said, do you wanna roll?”

“me?”

“yeah” you shake your head, thats a skill you have never been able to master but you always wanted to practice.

“maybe next time I’m not feeling it right now” he shrugs.

“okay suit yourself” setting his tray on the table he grabs his white owl,white russian cigar packs from his back pocket. ripping open the small package he starts to break the cigar vertically, dumping the tobacco on his trey, then he starts the rolling process.

The blonde male standing right next to him crosses his arms “yeager, did i not say multiple times don’t bring that shit in my house, you know i don’t do that”

the blonde bites at him “yeah yeah calm down reiner, its not for you anyway, its for little miss y/n we are celebrating her coming to finally live with us”

the other male comes-back, all of the sudden your phone buzzes, its pieck, shit, shes gonna scold you for hanging up on her. while the two bicker you standup and walk to your room without them noticing and answer.

“hello…” you say sheepishly.

“girl why would you hangup on me? you could’ve at least said something like code red or something” the black haired girl said over the phone.

you whine “i knowwww but i just got scared and didn’t know what to do because i’m pretty sure reiner heard our conversation” you admitted to her.

“of course he was eavesdropping he’s so weird! such a perv too i wouldn’t be surprised if he had a folder of pictures of you on it” the idea came out of her mouth just as quick as she shut up.

“what!? pieck you don’t actually think that do you!?” ohohoh! well you were in for a treat because reiner was in fact taking pictures of you, and of course not the cute kind.

“Look i’m not for sure but i have my suspicions! he’s always offering to take your photos when you guys go on hikes and sometimes when you arent looking and its all of us together me,you,porco,bert, and him i catch him taking pictures of you without you knowing, maybe they arent of you but the phone always seems to be directly towards you!” you couldn’t even say anything to her, you were just in shock, the thought of one of your close friends taking pictures of you especially pervy ones was something that never crossed your mind.

“maybe ill check his phone later..i know all the passwords to his things so maybe i can do that? or wait actually hold on!” still on the phone with pieck you walk into the living room and walk towards reiner, looking up at the massive man you bat your eyelashes towards him and smile sweetly.

“heyy rei…can i use your phone to lookup something?” you continue to look at him, he glances down at you, noticing the way you are looking at him, taking a quick glance towards your cleavage that is oh so well popping out of that tank that you are wearing, he looks back at your eyes and smiles.

“sure” handing you his phone you unlock it and thank him, luckily for you reiner never questioned when you asked him for his phone, you guys where pretty open with each-other so why would he need to hide things from you. is what you thought, opening the photos app you go to his hidden photos since you notice theres nothing, using the password to get in, you are welcomed with tons and tons of pictures of you. trying not to have an actual reaction you quickly swipe out of the app and to safari and just look up something random, your face is flushed, eyes wide, but you cant verbally say anything to him. so you hand him his phone and smile.

“thanks rei.” you say before sprinting to your room and shutting the door with a loud thud.

“oh.my.god” is all you can mutter out.

“what. what! what is it oh my god i need to know!! are there pictures!? was i right!?”

all you can do is laugh “yes pieck, holy shit theres tons! he took one of me today! oh my god! i knew he was a pervert but what! i would’ve never thought of him like this what the fuck!” you continue to laugh putting your hand on your forehead “what do i do!?” you yell a little to loud, then.

knock knock

you’re frozen looking at the door, fuck did reiner hear you?

“yes?” you shout.

the door opens, its reiner of course.

“is everything okay in here? i heard you yell” the blonde looked concerned.

“yep! everything is okay! pieck just told me something”

he nods “okay…well the guys are leaving if you wanna say bye id suggest doing it now”

you nod walking past him, you feel his hand slightly touch your ass but you don’t really know if that was on purpose or an accident, waving bye to eren and jean, eren hands you a blunt that he rolled, thanking him you shut and lock the door.

“what do you do? i say is confront him tonight” pieck says, and all you do is rest your head on the door and sigh.

“yeah probably, i should probably go though ill talk you later pieck” you say walking towards your room.

“wait. come over later, lets plan on how we tell reiner” she said, you agreed then hung up.

after hanging up the phone before you head into your room you, before shutting the door you look toward the living room, where reiner is, sitting on the couch all you can think of is how he’s been taking pictures of you, pervy ones at that, you knew he was always a pervert but you didn’t realize he was that bad. you don’t even know how your gonna confront him, let alone how he might react, thats for later in the day for you to worry about though.

you decided that you would head to piecks a little early, after finding out what the black haired girl said you really didn’t wanna be in the same house as reiner, especially since you didn’t even know he was taking pictures of you today and was worried if he would take anymore, changing into some clean underwear, black leggings and a new t-shirt. you grab your keys,wallet, and phone you walk out of your room shutting your door you knock on reiners door, at first he doesn’t answer, so you knock again.

“hm ugh yeah!?” it almost sounded like he was getting on pants or something? opening the door he smiles at you as he leans against his door frame, slowly eyeing him up, you notice his semi hard cock in his grey sweats, as your eyes move upwards you notice the hem of his shirt had a damp spot on it, then making eye contact his sweet smile turns into a smirk.

“you like what you see?” his voice almost teasing you, you cock a brow and shake your head.

“what! i wasn’t, i swear, fuck, i, ugh. i’m heading over to piecks okay? ill be gone for a few hours i thought i should just let you know” you rub your hand over your forehead, fuck he’s hot, god if he wasn’t such a ditz you guys could still be messing with each-other.

“aw how sweet of you to let me know” the blonde leans in towards you. backing away slightly you laugh softly.

“okay reiner i’m headed out” you say, as you walk out the door, reiner follows you to lock the door behind you, watching you leave he struts to your room, and to your dirty laundry basket, in there he sees the pair of cherry red panties you where wearing, grabbing them a part of him feel guilty for steeling your undies, but then again, he needs you so bad, you’re all thats on his mind.

“fuck..” bringing the panties to his face he smells them, the faint sent of your rose body wash and your cunt lingers on the panties, he takes in a deep breath, savoring the smell, his cock hardens quicker then its ever have for anyone.

“mmm fuck, fuck whats wrong with me” he moans, stuffing his large hand in his sweats, teasing his flushed mushroom tip, letting out a soft groan as he teases himself, he leans his head back, keeping the pair of panties on his nose, swiping his tongue on the center part of the panties he lets out a satisfied moan, the undies taste just like how he remembers, sweet with a hint of that rose flavor. then suddenly theres a knock at the door.

knock knock knock

startling the blonde he whips his hand out of his pants, and stuff the underwear in his pocket, looking through the peephole, its you, but why, weren’t you heading to piecks? oh no, you decided you don’t need to have pieck help you confront him, you will just do it yourself. while he was in his room teasing his flushed tip, you stayed in your car debating on going to piecks or not, deciding on a answer you rush back upstairs which leads you to where you are now. the door swings open.

“h-hey! i thought you said you where going to piecks?” the blonde stated, trying to make the pair of underwear un-noticeable but ohoho you notice this action of his, cocking a brow you walk in.

“i decided not to, whats that? what are you doing?” you point to his pocket, noticing he maybe keeping something in there.

“whats what?” he lies, trying to get you to not ask anymore questions, but you don’t oblige. pulling his hand from his pocket the pair of red panties fall from his pocket, you are in disbelief, your eyes widen, your face flushes, glancing up at reiner all you can do is look at him in disappointment.

“really reiner! you pervert!” you say pushing him more in the shared house, slamming the door behind you, you’re basically fuming. things were not supposed to go this way. everything seemed to be going wrong all at once.

“fuck! y/n please let me explain! im sorry i didnt mean it!” you scoff, laughing at his unbelievable remark.

“oh really? first! you’re taking pictures of me naked, in my underwear, underneath my dress, and in my bathing suits!? and now!! you’re snooping through my room stuffing my panties in your sweats to do god knows what!” you scream, planting your arms at your side you glare at reiner “what do you have to say for yourself reiner.”

he looks at you with guilt, he knew sooner or later he would get caught but he didn’t realize it would be this soon “i’m sorry y/n please i’m so sorry, you don’t have to forgive me but please let me show you how sorry i am”

he’s practically whimpering for you to forgive him. honestly the thought of him being a pervert kinda turns you on. this whole situation turns you on. seeing reiner in such a worried state know how he will do anything for your forgiveness turns you on even more, you have full control of reiner and that makes you feel all warm inside. sitting on the couch you snap your fingers at reiner “on your knees in front of me now”

reiners eyes widen. he couldn’t believe you where doing this right now but he wasn’t complaining. following your demands he gets on his knees in front of you, looking at him you smile, “you said you wanna show me how sorry you are? then show me.” your voice is stern but not in a dominating way. you spread your legs for reiner. hesitant he places his hand on your thighs.

“mm..i knew you wanted me” you scoff.

“dont get ahead of yourself, i’m doing this simply for my own pleasure not yours. and what do you think i want? what if this was all innocent and i just wanted to see a man on his knees for me” the blonde chuckles, slipping his fingers into the hem of your leggings.

at this point your face is red, keeping still he tugs on your leggings “please baby..let me show you how sorry i am” the blonde begs.

whimpering you buck your hips forward letting reiner slipping off your leggings, tossing them to the side he places his palms on your inner thighs spreading them open he leans in face near your cunt, placing his tongue on the fabric you sigh, groaning in pleasure he smirks against the cloth, looking up at you he moves his hand to slip in his finger in the side of your panties, pulling them to the side he places his tongue on your folds, looking down at him, your lips parted, making eye contact with the man he continues to tease you. slowly licking up your cunt savoring the flavor “fuck sweetheart is this what you wanted from the beginning? for me to fuck you with my tongue?”

practically drooling you nod, reiner knew how to make you fold so quickly, one things about him though is that he never used to talk to you dirty when you guys used to fuck with each other, this being a new thing for you, all you can think of is reiner deep voice replaying in your head, latching your fingers into the hem of your panties you pull them off, biting your lip you throw them across the living room “please…reiner.” you gasp.

making reiner chuckle he leans back in between your thighs, using his thumb to play with your clit softly he leans his face into your cunt, latching his mouth to your heat he slowly begins to lap you up, groaning at the flavor you throw your head back running your fingers through his hair “f-fuck..say your sorry…if your really mean it, y-you perv”

smirking against your cunt he continues to lap you up, playing with your clit as well as well “m’sorry princess, so so sorry for being so dirty” he moans against your cunt, other hand gripping onto your thigh, lapping you up quicker he continues to apologize, which doesn’t even seem like its towards you at this point, it seems like its more directed towards your cunt. tugging on his hair you pull his head away from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting from your puffy cunt to his lips. taking a good look at him you scoff.

“remember this isn’t for your pleasure its for mine, you better do a damn good job”

“yes ma’am” he nods, you let go of the hold on his hair, latching his lips back onto your cunt he slurps you up like you are the last meal he will ever get, gasping at the lewd actions you place an arm over your eyes, tilting your head backwards again, gasping at the actions, feeling his hands spread your legs apart you move your arm away, looking down at him you notice him palming himself through his sweats, grabbing ahold of his hair you pull his face away from your cunt.

“what are you doing?” you shoot your eyes down to the tent in his pants then back at him.

he laughs “what i cant touch myself while i’m eating your pussy? cmon? this is torture”

“obviously not i said this is for me not you, what makes you think you deserve any pleasure” the blonde scoffs at your statement, standing up he towers of your, grabbing ahold of your chin he grins.

“i know damn well you aren’t trying to put me in my place, remember who your fucking talking to” gasping at his statement you stare into his hazel eyes, scoffing you spit in his face.

“fuck you” you spat out, reiner still holding onto your chin he wipes off the spit with his other hand, laughing you feel a smack against your face.

“are you fucking serious right now? stop being a fucking brat. i’m trying to apologize to you, that doesn’t mean you can take control, your mine, i control you, do you understand me?” your eyes widen at the sudden change, reiner being dominant no way, he was never like this with you before, reiner quickly picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder he walks to his room, throwing you on the bed he kicks the door shut and takes off his sweats and shirt, leaving him in his boxers, getting on his bed he hovers over you, both hands placed at the side of your head he leans in kissing your jaw then your neck. whimpering you immediately regret trying to take control over the situation, as he starts kissing you he tugs at your shirt.

“off.” he demands, taking it off he latches his mouth to your nipple, using his hand to grope your other breast, you slightly arch your back, moaning softly you throw you arms around his neck, kissing and sucking on the breast he leaves dark red/purple bruises on it, nuzzling his face in the crook of you neck he kisses, licks, and sucks on the flesh, leaving darker hickeys on the side, gasping like all the air from your lungs is being sucked out of you, you try your hardest to grind against reiner, trying to feel anything against your throbbing pussy.

“uh uh stop being so impatient baby, ill fuck you..once you show me you deserve to be fucked like the slut you are” pulling away from you, on his knees, he slips off his boxers, letting his thick cock spring free, his hair is neatly trimmed, it starting from his belly button to his shaft, staring at his cock you forgot how big he was, its been at least over a year since you guys have hooked up together.

taking his cock into his hands he pumps himself a few times “you wanna act like you’re the shit? like your the boss? ill fucking show you.” he said sternly, getting off the bed he stands at the edge “cmon, suck.” you swallow the thick saliva in your throat, bringing yourself closer to reiner you lay on your stomach taking his cock into your hand you open your mouth, placing his flushed tip on your tip, looking up at him he grabs the back of your head, forcing you to take him he groans out in pleasure, digging your nails into his thighs you gag at his length not even having time to adjust it doesn’t take him long to start fucking your face. spit running down your chin, you look up at him with teared filled eyes. looking back down at you he smirks “fuck this view is perfect, you look so gorgeous taking my fat cock in that pretty mouth of yours”

muffled moans is all you can sound out as he continues to destroy your throat, snapping his hips back and forth, he grunts loudly, you sink your hands down to your sopping wet cunt, the actions from reiner making you sopping wet, reiner seeing you playing with your pussy he pulls his cock out of your mouth, only to slap you across the face “did i say you could play with yourself?” gasping at the action he does it again.

“answer me.’ tears practically falling down your cheeks you hiccup as you look up at him.

“n-no! but please reiner i need it so bad, fuck i cant take it just let me touch myself” your throat sore from him fucking it, the blonde above you smirks at your begging.

“pathetic, never met a slut who was this needy..”

whimpering at his remark you look up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes at him he tilts your head up with his pointer finger, taking his cock into his hands he lightly swipes his flushed tip against your lips, partly your lips slightly you softly run your tongue against the mushroom tip. “mmm no matter how much you beg, i’m sorry baby, you don’t get to please yourself after being so rude to daddy…but if you suck my cock good enough maybe ill let you..”

slowly pushing his cock back into your mouth, it doesn’t take him long to start fucking it again, leaving crescent shaped marks in his thighs, tears start flowing down your cheeks, as you gag against his length, pulling his cock out of your mouth he curses underneath his breath, quickly he flips you over on your stomach making you arch your back and lifting your ass for him. swiping his thick digits against your folds he hums in satisfaction at how wet you are. slowly pushing one of his fingers into your cunt you moan out in pleasure, being so sensitive from him eating you out.

inserting another one of his thick digits in, you arch your back a little more, feeling him deeper inside of you “shit baby..you suck me in so well..” he moans out, he curls his fingers against your spongy walls, earning a lewd moan from you, leaning against you, with his free hand he pulls your face towards him, taking a good look at your expressions as he fingers you, he smashes his lips against yours. kissing you hungrily like he hasn’t ate in months. the taste of you still lingers on his tongue as he swipes it over your bottom lip, moaning into his lips, he smirks against yours, using his thumb to rub your clit, you unlatch yourself from him, gasping for air as the pleasure intensifies.

“o-oh fuck..yes keep going like that..!” you practically scream out, his lips attaching to your neck you, he bites on the flesh, leaving teeth marks on your skin. crying out as he overstimulates your pussy. kissing the bite marks he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth he suck’s of the slick from his digits. pulling away from you he aligns his tip to your hole, pushing past the rim he throws his head back groaning in pleasure “s-shit, ive missed this pussy so much” pushing his length into you more, gripping onto the sheets you forgot how thick and big reiner was, it basically felt like he was splitting you in have, he didnt move until he bottom out.

“holy fu-fuuuck…” he moans, tilting his head back, his mouth agape, he holds onto your hips like there is no tomorrow, slowly pulling back, he looks down at your sopping wet cunt, as he bucks his hips forward again, he grins at the way you suck him in, moving at a decent pace, your lewd moans fill the room, as well as the squelching wet sounds of your pussy, bitting his bottom lip he quickens the pace, moving one of his hands off of your hips he quickly brings it to your hair, grabbing onto it, he pulls your head back “look at me, look at me while i fuck you raw”

turning your head back towards him, your mouth is agape, drool coming down your chin, tears running down your cheeks, eyes rolled back. reiner grins at the sinful sight, loving the way he fucks you, and knowing that he’s the only one to make you this way. reiner quickens the pace, fucking you harder an faster, the sounds of skin smacking skin fills the room, the headboard banging against the wall, his and your moans also filling the room.

“mm rei! im…im so close!” your pleading eyes looking up at him, leaning in closer to you so his cock can hit you deeper he grabs your jaw kissing you passionately, pulling away you gasp.

“then cum, cum while your kissing me baby” as he smashes his lips against yours, keeping at his pace, the coil in your stomach tightens, clenching around reiner you feel yourself starting to let go, cumming on his cock you moan into his mouth, pulling back reiner quickly pulls out, taking his length into his hand he pumps himself, ropes of cum shoot against your back, groaning in pleasure he tilts his head back, pumping himself through his own orgasm.

finally plopping yourself fully on the bed, all that is heard are the loud breaths between you two, as the bed creaks, reiner walks to the bathroom, wetting a warm rag he walks into your room grabbing you a clean pair of panties, he walks back his room, grabbing you one of his shirts, he sits back on the bed cleaning you up, his touch his gently, trying to be careful not to hurt you. slipping on your panties he moves you to your back, putting his shirt on you, you look at him, smiling you mutter out “thanks.” leaning towards your face he gives you a small peck before getting up to clean himself.

jean and eren could hear reiner pounding the shit out of you from downstairs, jean looks at eren smirking “told you they wouldn’t last a week” he holds his hand out in-front of eren “pay up boy”

eren giving jean a dirty look as he pulls a twenty from his wallet “man, i really thought she would control herself.”

together chapter 1

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

[kookie-doughs]

im too lazy to write this as an actual fic so ill just put the draft up hehe

slightly nsfw

You are late for the Titans meeting and upon your arrival you saw everyone chatting or at least trying to coax your dear leader Dick into answering something

Beastboy: wait hear me out Damian

Cyborg: ooh yeah wait i hear you. i was gonna answer Tim

Starfire: what about Jason?

Beastboy: definitely not

Cyborg: he does not give off the energy

Raven: i vote Tim

the team finally notices your arrival

Robin: YN finally. drop the topic were starting the meeting.

beastboy pouts and but does follow with it

while robin was discussing cyborg taps your arm subtly not to get suspicions

Cyborg: hey YN youve spent most time with the batfam maybe youll get it

You: get what?

the meeting quiets down and robin pinches the bridge of his nose realizing the topic would not be dropped.

Beastboy: which Robin do you think gives off the biggest dick energy?

you look at them confused and bewildered and at robin who looked tired of their shit

you definitely did not want to think of their dicks

You: what the fuck is this topic????? i do not want to think of this?????

you had the most disgusted face.

why the fuck was Damian winning????????

wait

You: wait was that what you were discussing when i arrived?

Robin who is so done with their shit: its also what theyve been discussing since i came. i do not want to answer.

Raven: you dont need to im all in for Tim

Cyborg: me too he was my first choice

Starfire: I vote for Damian

Beastboy: yeah its totally Damian

You: what the fuck why is no one answering Jason???? Have you guys not seen Jason?????? you can not tell me hes not the biggest. LIKE YOURE COMPARING HIM TO TIM??? DAMIAN????

the team (except robin) looks at you confused.

Cyborg whispering: maybe hes different when hes with her

Starfire: hes too angry and mean

Raven: Yeah like Damian so that means you two are wrong Tim wins

what does being angry and mean have to do with their size...? being angry and mean does insinuate another thing regarding his dick tho... not that youre thinking of it

definitely not...

You snicker whispering to him: Dick how does it feel not being an option in this argument?

Robin looking at you confused: what?

when the arguement got bigger between the four and Robin gets their attention

Robin: if i answer this stupid question will you all shut up and get back to the meeting?

they all sat looking at him expectantly

Robin face palms: its Stephanie the fourth one.

You: the girl???? what????

Starfire: I had forgotten about her being Robin

Beastboy: ohh yeahhh her!

the team starts agreeing and you look at everyone confused.

she definitely and obviously can not be the answer

what the fuck?

Robin turning back to you whispering while the team was listing the reasons why they agree: why would i be in the equation if i was the basis????

OOOOOHHHHHHH

why the fuck did beastboy word it like that?!?!?!?

your face was flushed and you look at robin guiltily.

robins eyes widens when he sees your red face and how you cant look at him in the eye.

Robin: YOU WERE THINKING OF THEI--

you clamp his mouth and glared.

You: i will kill you if this gets out

Robin: please get the thought of our... (clears his throat) out of your mind...

the thought returns to your mind and you push him away disgusted.

You, petty: youre definitely last place

Robin: ill let jason know im last place.

You: im killing you

BONUS

Dick back at the cave looking at his brothers with disgust remembering you.

Jason noticing: what the hell are you looking at like that

Tim and Damian looking at him noticing the look on his face

Dick who glares at Jason and flicks his eyes to his crotch for a second and frowns and clicks his tongue: im at least second place

he huffs and walks away thinking whether or not he should prove it to you

[umblrspectrum]

Can we get more of the murder drone x rain world au?

ok

[raayllum]

it's funny because in our two examples of "what does a high mage do" we see Viren be involved in basically every decision that Harrow makes as an advisor, even ones that wouldn't necessarily warrant it immediately, versus Callum, who *checks canon* isn't substantially involved in any decision Ezran makes as king in any given season

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i wrote a fanfic

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

the downside to being a sitcom neighbour sort of person is that when rough things happen and emotionally fuck u up a lil bit, it also sounds completely made up

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

realising you're trans is like realising you've been driving in a clown car all your life and infinite clowns of misery and uncomfortableness and dysphoria have been squished into what looks like a completely normal car and once they start coming out they don't stop

[ravenovni]

Still wild to me that there's a movie that's basically Egyptian Taxi Driver almost 20 years before Taxi Driver

[woodsborostabathon]

pondering the kirsch siblings orb yet again and you really cannot convince me that quinn would not have been moving like depression era bella in new moon from the moment she even FOUND OUT richie was moving to modesto...

[running-in-the-dark]

kinda disappointed with how this weekend went. I mean, it wasn't bad! but it was our first weekend in the new apartment, and I/we wanted to get a lot done. I already did a lot during the week (a lot for me, not a lot for most people I guess), but there's lots of things that I can't do/can't do on my own, either because I'm too short or not strong enough or I need someone else to hold something or whatever. which realistically just won't get done during the week because my husband works full time, so. it sort of sucks that only one very small, unimportant thing got done. 😔

[trialsandtribble-ations]

The character arc lore could have had