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pohtaytoh · 18 hours ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗬/𝗟/𝗡

*ೃ༄ Megan Skiendiel x f!reader

Everyone ships Megan Skiendiel with your brother Gabriel, convinced they're endgame. He's always taking credit for the sweet gestures that make Megan swoon, and she totally believes he's the one. But you, Y/N Y/L/N, have been secretly head over heels for Megan for years. You're the one leaving those thoughtful gifts and sending those encouraging messages, watching your brother bask in the glory.

But as Megan starts spending more time with you, she can't shake this feeling. Now Megan's wondering if the person she's really meant to be with has been right in front of her all this time.

part: one. two. three. <four.> five. six.

Y/N Y/L/N felt like she was floating or maybe, she was living inside a very delicate, beautiful bubble.

Megan’s words, whispered under the old mango tree, kept playing in her mind. "You just get me... I actually feel more like myself when I'm with you more than I do... with anyone else."

And then, that last quiet, almost sad thought from Megan. "Gabriel's great... but sometimes it feels like he's acting... it doesn't always feel real, you know? But with you, it's always real. Always."

It was a dangerous feeling, this hope. For years, Y/N had felt like a ghost, watching the girl she loved be charmed by her brother, accepting the deep ache as her normal but now? Now, Megan was seeing her. Truly seeing her. It was scary and wonderful all at once.

Y/N’s heart hammered a wild beat against her ribs, a mix of pure joy and utter panic. “Is this real? Can this really be happening?” she wondered, rubbing her temples, trying to calm the storm of feelings inside her.

The change wasn't like a sudden, loud boom. It was more like a slow, steady tide coming in, gently washing away the old ways. Megan started seeking Y/N out even more often. It wasn't just about needing help with a class anymore. It was about needing Y/N's presence, Y/N's thoughts, Y/N's quiet way of understanding everything.

Megan had stopped looking for the showy gestures and started looking for the real connection. She realized that Y/N saw the parts of her that Gabriel never seemed to notice. Y/N saw her quiet joys, her silly thoughts, her true worries and that felt like a breath of fresh air.

One afternoon, Y/N was sitting by the big window in the student lounge, sipping a cold calamansi juice and trying to finish a very tricky essay. She was frowning, staring hard at her laptop screen, feeling completely stuck.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested lightly on her shoulder, making her jump. "Lost in thought, Y/N/N?" Megan's voice was soft, playful, very close behind her. Y/N turned, startled, her heart doing its usual little flutter-kick. Megan was holding two cups of coffee, steam gently rising from them.

"Megs! You scared me!" Y/N laughed, a little breathless, her hand flying to her chest. "Yeah, this essay is totally fighting me. I'm trying to explain why ancient civilizations needed really good plumbing, and honestly, it's less exciting than it sounds."

Megan giggled, a bright, clear sound that made Y/N's whole world feel a little lighter, like sunshine breaking through clouds. She slid into the seat beside Y/N, pushing one of the coffee cups closer.

"Here, I figured you might need a boost. Gabriel was going to get us coffee, but he got distracted by a new video game ad on his phone. He literally just stopped mid-sentence. So, I just grabbed them myself." There was a tiny roll of her eyes as she said Gabriel's name, but it was playful, not mean.

Y/N’s eyebrows went up slightly. “Gabriel got distracted? And Megan just… went without him? That's definitely new.”

"Thanks, Megs," Y/N said, taking a grateful sip of the coffee. It was exactly how she liked it – black, no sugar. Megan always remembered these small things.

"So about that essay, I was thinking that I will write it this way, if your water system fails, everyone gets sick, right? No one wants a city full of sick people. So, good plumbing means a healthy, strong city, ready to conquer the world!" Y/N tried to make a silly, serious face, doing her best to inject some humor into the very boring topic.

Megan burst out laughing, a full, joyful sound that echoed lightly in the lounge.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you're brilliant! See, that’s what I mean! You take something totally boring and make it make sense, and even make me laugh while doing it. If it were Gabriel, he would say, 'It's a sanitation thing, just write about that, Megs.' So helpful, right?" Megan shook her head again, a soft, amused smile on her face as she looked at Y/N.

"He’s great, he’s fun, but sometimes... he just misses the whole point, you know?" Her eyes met Y/N’s, a shared understanding passing between them, a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot coffee.

It was in these small, everyday moments that their closeness truly bloomed. Study sessions in the library became less about Y/N "helping" Megan and more about them just studying together because it was simply better, more fun, with each other.

They'd sit across from each other at a big table, notes spread out everywhere, but every now and then, Megan would toss a crumpled paper ball at Y/N, or doodle a silly monster on Y/N's notepad.

"Hey, Y/N/N," Megan whispered one afternoon, her voice barely audible over the quiet rustle of pages. "Do you think a historical economist from the 1800s would have TikTok? Like, seriously."

Y/N looked up from her book, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. "Probably not, Megs. They were too busy writing super long, boring letters with fancy quill pens and no internet. Aside from that, they don't really have access to the internet yet."

"But imagine! All those dusty old dudes in powdered wigs doing silly dances while talking about trade routes!" Megan giggled, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound. "Like, 'Here's my thoughts on the price of cotton!” The latter stated, doing a little dance move to add to her statement.

Y/N laughed, a genuine, joyful sound that echoed lightly in the quiet library. “That would be a sight to see,”

These were the funny conversations, the easy laughter, the silly jokes that started to fill Y/N's days. With Gabriel, it was always a show, a performance for others, something loud and attention-grabbing. With Megan, it was just... them. Unfiltered. Real. No pressure, no acting. Megan felt like she could finally relax. She started looking forward to these moments more than anything else. She knew Y/N wouldn't judge her for a weird thought or a silly idea.

One afternoon, a sudden, heavy downpour caught them by surprise as they were leaving a class. They huddled under the narrow overhang of a building, laughing as the rain hammered down, forming puddles on the ground.

"Well, this is just great," Megan sighed, running a hand through her damp hair, which was starting to curl from the humidity. "I totally forgot my umbrella. Gabriel probably has one, but he’s already halfway to the gym. Said he couldn't miss leg day."

“I can't believe that idiot would choose the gym over this gorgeous woman. I’ll cut off his legs so he’ll be missing both,” Y/N thought but kept it to herself.

"Hold on," Y/N said, digging into her backpack. She pulled out a small, foldable umbrella. It wasn't very big, just enough for one person, really. "It's not much, but it's better than nothing. We can share. Squeeze in!" she offered with a small grin.

Megan’s eyes widened slightly, a surprised, grateful look on her face. "You carry an umbrella everywhere? You're so prepared, Y/N! My hero!" she grinned, a genuine, delighted look that made Y/N’s chest warm.

"You never know when a sudden storm hits,” Y/N said, opening the umbrella. It was tight, but they managed to huddle close beneath it, their shoulders brushing as they started walking toward the dorms.

The rain created a cozy little world around them, muffling the sounds of the campus. Y/N could feel her heart pounding with their closeness.

Under the small umbrella, walking so close that their arms brushed with every step, they talked about everything and nothing. Megan shared a silly, rambling story about a tiny, very stubborn dog she once had, and Y/N told her about her embarrassing first attempt at baking bread that ended up looking like a rock.

They laughed, their voices hushed by the steady drumming of the rain. Y/N could feel Megan’s arm brush hers, the gentle warmth of her body next to her, the faint, clean scent of her shampoo. It wasn't just physical closeness, it was an emotional closeness that felt breathtakingly new and real. Megan felt truly at peace beside Y/N, a comfort she hadn't realized she was missing.

Megan also started to open up more about her deeper worries, things she never shared with Gabriel. One evening, as they shared a late-night delivery of noodles in Y/N's dorm room, Megan confessed her fears about her upcoming soccer tryouts for a national team.

"What if I'm not good enough, Y/N?" she whispered, her voice small, almost unheard over the slurp of noodles. "Everyone expects me to be amazing, but what if I let them down? What if I fail?"

Y/N reached out, gently touching Megan’s arm, a soft, comforting squeeze. "Hey," she said softly, her voice firm, looking directly into Megan's anxious eyes.

"You are Megan Skiendiel. You are one of the most talented, hard working people I know. You don't 'let people down.' You inspire them. You inspire me. Every single day and even if you don't make that team, you're still incredible. Your worth isn't tied to a tryout, Megs. It's tied to who you are."

Megan looked at her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "No one's ever said that to me before," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Everyone always just says 'you'll crush it' or 'just push harder.' Gabriel just says, 'Don't worry, Megs, you're a shoe-in, stop stressing.' But you actually... you actually see how much it means to me, and you don't just brush it off. You understand."

She leaned her head lightly on Y/N's shoulder for a moment, a moment so intimate and unexpected that Y/N’s entire body went still, her heart aching with a tenderness so vast it almost hurt.

It was these moments, built on shared laughter, deep talks, silly jokes, and quiet comfort, that Megan started truly understanding the difference between Gabriel's effortless charm and Y/N's genuine, steady presence.

Y/N wasn't performing, she was just being and Megan felt safe enough to be herself with Y/N, truly and completely. She saw that Y/N remembered the small things, listened to the big things, and understood the quiet things in between.

Y/N felt a constant, dizzying battle inside her. The soaring hope that Megan might, just might, feel something more for her than friendship and the crushing fear that it was all a dream or that Gabriel would somehow ruin this too, just like he always did.

Every time Gabriel would casually greet Megan or throw an arm around her in public, Y/N would feel a cold dread creep into her stomach. Now, she noticed Megan's reactions. Sometimes, Megan would stiffen slightly when Gabriel touched her. Sometimes, her smile for him would be a little less bright, a little more forced, like she was wearing a mask.

"Gabriel's just so... busy, lately," Megan sighed one day, watching him walk away after a quick, hurried conversation with her, where he seemed more interested in his phone than her words.

"He's always got something going on. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a side note in his very exciting life. Like I'm not really important to him, not truly."

Y/N just listened, offering a quiet nod, her heart aching for Megan's unspoken sadness. She didn't want to badmouth her brother, even if her heart screamed for the truth to come out but Megan was seeing it for herself.

The subtle differences between Y/N’s quiet sincerity and Gabriel’s showy charm were becoming glaringly obvious to Megan. Gabriel’s charm was wide, reaching everyone, but shallow. Y/N’s kindness was deep, personal, meant just for Megan.

The breaking point, or perhaps, the breakthrough came during the university's annual "Talent Night." Gabriel was performing a cover of a popular song, and, as usual, he was the center of attention, soaking up the cheers.

Megan was there, cheering loudly, her voice bright, but Y/N noticed her eyes kept wandering. They kept finding Y/N, who was sitting a few rows back, mostly hidden in the shadows, quietly enjoying the show, a small smile on her face.

After Gabriel’s performance, which got a huge roar of applause, he went straight to Megan, pulling her into a big, public hug, posing for photos with a wide, confident grin. Megan smiled, but Y/N saw a flicker of something in her eyes, a fleeting tiredness, a faint shadow that looked like a sigh.

A few minutes later, Y/N decided to slip out for some fresh air. The auditorium was hot and noisy. She walked towards the quiet courtyard, the sounds of cheering fading behind her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, trying to make sense of all the swirling emotions inside her.

"Y/N!" a voice called out, making Y/N jump. She turned, surprised, her heart leaping into her throat, to see Megan running towards her, her face flushed, her hair falling across her eyes, looking a little breathless.

"Megs? What are you doing out here? Aren't you with Gabriel? He just finished his song," Y/N asked, confusion mixing with the sudden, overwhelming rush of hope.

Megan stopped in front of her, breathing a little heavily, but her eyes were shining, filled with a newfound clarity. "I needed a break," she confessed, a small, wry smile on her face.

"It's all so loud sometimes and Gabriel... he's great, but sometimes I feel like I can't breathe when he's around, like I have to be 'on' all the time, playing a part." She paused, her gaze settling on Y/N, soft and deep, like a warm blanket. "I was looking for you."

Y/N’s breath hitched. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought Megan must surely hear it. "You were looking for... me?"

Megan nodded, stepping a little closer, her hand slowly reaching out. The air between them suddenly felt thick, charged with unspoken feelings, a silent electricity.

"Yeah because you're quiet, because you just... listen and you see me. All of me. Not just 'Megan Skiendiel, the soccer star' or 'Gabriel's girl.’" Her voice dropped, a vulnerable whisper that tore at Y/N's heart in the best way possible.

"You see Megan Skiendiel, the person with all the messy thoughts and silly jokes and secret fears. The one who just wants to be understood." She reached out, her hand gently touching Y/N's arm, sending a jolt through Y/N's entire body, like a spark of pure light.

"And honestly, Y/N? I think... I think I like that person a lot more. The one who is just... you."

The words hung in the cool night air, clearer than any song Gabriel had ever sung. Y/N felt a tear escape her eye, tracing a warm path down her cheek.

It wasn't a sad tear. It was a tear of pure, overwhelming relief. Megan wasn't just seeing her, she was choosing her. Not with grand words of love yet, but with something far more profound, genuine understanding, deep connection, and a quiet, undeniable preference for Y/N's realness over anyone else's show.

In that moment, under the quiet stars, Y/N knew, with a trembling certainty that settled deep into her bones, that the game had finally changed.

But then, a voice, sharp and cold, sliced through the quiet bubble they had created.

"Megan?"

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a/n: Please let me know your thoughts! that would really help me and if you got requests, don't hesitate to click that ask button, I don't bite.

#katseye #katseye megan #katseye megan x reader #megan skiendiel x reader #megan skiendiel

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wisps-writes-fic · 2 days ago

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Read on AO3 | Masterlist

Ship: Michael Robby Robinovitch x Jack Abbot

Prompt: What if Robby and Jack are not only work husbands but actually real husbands. Jack's ring isn't a keepsake for a dead spouse but his actual wedding ring for Robby. All just assumed. Something happens and we have the big reveal. What, how and why - you can decide!

Summary: Jack and Robby were both private individuals. It was no surprise their lives stayed hidden and their work stations stayed bare. Naturally finding a mini Robinovitch admitted to the ER one afternoon was an adorable surprise for the rest of the staff.

CW: Minor Injury

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Victoria

The triage crowd was particularly brutal for no apparently reason and five hours into the shift, Victoria was ready to call it a day. An unfair moment of weakness, of course, while one of her attendings was seventeen hours into his double, but that was beside the point. “Patient name?” she heard a nurse ask from behind her, somehow managing to keep a warm smile in place.

"I need to talk with Dr. Abbot or Dr. Robinovitch as soon as possible.”

“Of course, ma’am. Our attendings will be happy to see you as soon as we can call your daughter back. If I could just have the information for her file.”

“My niece,” the woman corrected, sounding more impatient by the second. “Penelope Robinovitch.”

“Dr. Robby has a kid?” Victoria blurted. “I’m sorry, that was unprofessional. I’m Dr. Javadi. I can take you back now and we’ll page him if he isn’t on the floor.”

Walking them back to the nurses’ station she was efficient in finding an empty room for the girl and her aunt. “Perlah’s going to start with the basic vitals and assessment. I’m going to track down Dr. Robby for you.”

“Robby’s in trauma,” she heard just after the curtain shut. “What’s the case? I can step in.”

“Dr. Abbot. Actually, the woman who came in asked about you too. At check in. Did you know Dr. Robby has a kid? Penelope? She was just admitted.”

“Penny’s in one of our beds? Jesus, with what?” he barked.

She would take that reaction as a resounding yes. “Perlah’s doing the work up now. I brought her back when I heard the family relation. No paperwork yet.”

“Go tell him what’s happening so he can see her when he’s done in trauma.” She nodded, lingering just long enough to hear him greet the pair waiting. “Hey, sweet girl," he said, voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "Show Daddy what’s hurting, yeah?”

Oh.

Victoria smiled. This shift just got a little better. And a whole lot more interesting.

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Robby

“Dr. Robby, I’ve got a four year old asking for you in central 2.”

“A four year old, or an adult with real questions?” he groused. “Cause I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“I know, but it’s Penny. Dr. Abbot’s already over there, but—”

“Stop babbling. What happened?” Javadi flinched at the harsh tone—the whole room did—but he wasn’t going to waste time apologizing.

“Pain in the arm from what I could see. Couldn’t put her coat all the way on before coming in, but it was wrapped around her enough I couldn’t assess swelling. Perlah and Dr. Abbot are with her. Her aunt too.”

He swallowed. The biggest house rule was no ED visits. His nephews could be rowdy, but they were usually careful if Penny got between them. “Give me five minutes.”

He was careful, of course, but efficient in finishing the sutures and disposing of his gloves and mask. A glance at the board over the nurses’ station told him the vague details. Name, age, minimized mobility in the right arm, no swelling. “Jack order an x-ray yet, Dana?”

“Just in case. Sounds more like nursemaid’s to me, though.”

“We’ll get the x-ray, then I’ll do the reduction if we don’t find a fracture.”

“Got it, Cap. Go see your girl.”

His final stop was the staff lounge to grab a popsicle from the freezer before joining his family. “I come bearing gifts. How’s my princess today?”

In the end, the scan came back clear. Collins took one look at their guilty faces and offered to be the bad guy, putting the ligament back in place. But then, no sane child could stay mad at Heather Collins for more than a moment. Clutching her second popsicle, she gave Robby and Jack both a sticky kiss on the cheek and skipped out of the ED hand in hand with her aunt.

“Like it never even happened,” Jack grumbled. “That’s a four year old for you. Alright, everybody, secret’s out. Now quit your staring and get back to your patients.”

The small crowd dispersed and Robby reached to squeeze his hand in passing, choosing to ignore Dana’s pointed smirk at the gesture.

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AN: I headcanon after this happens Robby and Jack suddenly have like every single family photo they've taken taped up on/inside lockers, at their work space, lock screens, etc.

#the pitt #the pitt hbo #jack abbot #michael robinavitch #michael robby robinavitch #the pitt fanfiction #jack abbot x michael robinavitch #rabbot #girl dad! jack #girl dad! robby #minor injury #princess of the pitt

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cantstoptheimagines · 1 day ago

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All Tied Up (Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Usopp | One Piece)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Luffy’s dream of tying you to the main mast comes to fruition. Zoro and Usopp join the fun.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Another pirate smut for the collection (rough foursome; free use (human fleshlight vibes at certain points); exhibitionism (fucking on deck but no one’s around to see); oral (female receiving); penetration (vaginal); overstimulation; bondage; hair-pulling; fingering and pussy slapping; creampies and facials; spanking; degradation and name-calling; biting and licking).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,283. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

Uncontrollable pants filled your ear at the sound of skin on skin echoed in the air. Zoro’s heavy balls slapped your clit with every thrust of his hips, sinking his aching cock deep into your entrance over and over. His efforts were made simply by your position.

It was one Luffy had pleaded to see you in for weeks. In the middle of his ship’s deck, you’re bent over a wine barrel, hips digging into the wood while your legs and feet dangle weakly. Incapable of touching the wooden deck, they swung back and forth with every harsh thrust against your backside. Yours arms have been stretched out in front of you, all so your wrists could be tied to the main mast of the Sunny. The knot securing them there was formed with one of Luffy’s infamous pirate flags.

The sight of you, according to your captain, was nothing short of delectable. And his description must have been somewhat accurate, given the eagerness in joining the fun both Zoro and Usopp had expressed when they had first wandered onto the deck that morning. And Luffy, being Luffy, was always happy to share.

On your right, he grinned down at you while stroking his long, twitching cock, “Perfect day for this, isn’t it? Nice and clear, easy to focus our attention on using you.”

Your response is incoherent, muffled by the fabric of your underwear. Usopp, moaning intensely on your left, slapped his own leaking tip against your cheek, and spoke up, “Can’t say anything, huh? Keep quiet next time and maybe I won’t need to shove something in that pathetic mouth of yours.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Had that really been why Usopp had forced your underwear into your mouth? Did he not like your moans? Were you being too loud this time—?

You let out another muffled gasp after Zoro gave a particularly rough thrust into your core. His large hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he huffed, “Give her a break, Usopp! It’s hard work, taking cum all day. We’ve gotta let her squeal at least a couple times. She’s earned it after letting us bend her over like this.”

One of his hands slapped your backside, drawing out one of those squeals he had just mentioned. Usopp didn’t have much time to think of a response before a wave of pleasure raked over his spine. His orgasm burst from the tip of his cock. Creamy, white ropes of his release splattered onto your face. His length twitched with every spurt.

Once his release had subsided, Usopp smiled with a deep moan, “Damn, that was good. Bet you like all that cum on your pretty face, huh?”

“My turn! Ah! My—! My turn now!” demanded Luffy.

His hand fiercely stroked his own length, attempting to reach a quicker finish. One squeeze of his balls sent him over the edge. Another wave of cum sprayed onto your sweaty skin. Luffy’s fingers wove themselves into your hair as his other hand aimed his cock’s mushroom head at your face. His release mixed with Usopp’s, leaving white beads dribbling down your forehead and along your nose.

Behind you, Zoro let out an amused laugh. He yanked your hips, roughly dragging your tight entrance on and off his thick length. With his strength, it didn’t require much effort. His teeth filled out a feral grin, “Bet they’re gonna wish they came in your pussy more when they had you to themselves this morning. It’s mine now though, I’m taking it over. Look at ‘em, trying to get it back up.”

He was right. Both Luffy and Usopp were already stroking themselves back to life, desperate for more.

“Fuck!” grunted Zoro, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Get ready, I’ve been saving this for you all day. Gonna fill up that tight womb with my cum, got it?”

He rocked you against the wine barrel, occasionally readjusting your position with a grumble whenever you got knocked out of place. The wood made your hips and pelvis ache with each of Zoro’s unyielding tugs on your body. Even now and then, you’d get a peek at your clenched toes whenever they were forced to swing forward enough.

“Filthy little cunt, it’s always so damn tight,” he groaned, your muffled cries causing warmth to pool in his tightening abdomen. “Take it! I’m dumping everything inside, take it all! Suck in my load with your pussy, c’mon, taking my fucking cum! Oh, fuck, you little slut! Hah!”

He spread your cheeks for a better view, gritting his teeth at the sight of his cock sinking into you one last time. His balls pulsed, flush against your clit. His cum flooded your walls and painted your insides white.

“Shit, that’s it. Take it all in there,” he muttered, slowly easing his length out of your entrance. He gripped himself with one hand and then struck the quivering head of his cock against your unused asshole. Still exposed by his other hand groping your plump flesh, your tightest entrance clenched around Zoro’s thumb when it sank inside. “Gonna ruin this one later. Need to get some energy back first.”

He slapped your sore cheeks a few times before smearing his cum through your sensitive folds as it oozed out of your wet hole. Finally, with another few taps of his leaking cockhead, he stuffed himself back into his pants and sauntered off.

Luffy wasted no time in taking Zoro’s place. His hips collided with your bare skin as he bottomed out inside you. His hands pressed against your lower back, forcing your spine into a deep arch as he began thrusting at a fast pace. You couldn’t help but whine through your makeshift gag.

“Zoro got you all stretched out! He’s too big for you!” he huffed angrily. “He’ll ruin you for the rest of us if he keeps stealing so many turns with your pussy. Why d’you let him do that, huh?”

“Mmph! Mmph! Mm—Mmph!” was all he got in response. Over and over, his cock sank into you, your wetness squelching out around him with each movement.

Usopp slowly stroked himself to the sight of his friend making you go cross-eyed, “That’s it, pretty thing. Enough about Zoro. You’re gonna cum on Luffy’s cock now, aren’t you?”

His words seemed to only bring Luffy closer to a release upon hearing them. You whimpered when Luffy pressed his chest against your back, restricting your movements even further. One of his hands tightly gripped onto your shoulder. Meanwhile, the other reached around your head, allowing Luffy’s large, sweaty palm to press against your forehead. He forcefully pushed your head back as he panted into your ear.

“Pretty pussy,” he muttered, only seeking the pleasure your body offered him. “My crew’s pretty, perfect pussy, all tied up. Ugh! So good, this pussy’s so good, wanna eat it.”

Still stroking himself, Usopp stepped closer, reached beneath your swaying body, and found your swollen clit, “Let me help ya out.”

“Yes, yes!” cried Luffy.

Although the feeling of Usopp attacking your clit with his fingers was almost too much for you, neither of them seemed to care. Tears welled up in your eyes while your cunt clenched around Luffy’s cock. His speed was so fast, it could be considered inhumane. He offered your pussy no relief.

Instead, he cried and huffed and whimpered into your ear upon feeling the increasing tightness of your sopping entrance. It wasn’t until Usopp struck at your aching clit, pulling your own squirting release from your cunt, that Luffy’s resolve finally broke.

He sank his length deep into your walls while his teeth suddenly dug into your temple. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into your wet cunt. All the while, Luffy’s bite shifted to your cheek and then to the side of your neck as his eyes rolled back. To anyone else, he probably looked akin to a wild animal, desperate to mark and breed its mate.

Usopp gasped, tearing his hand away from his cock before his own release could wash over him. However, he continued his assault on your overstimulated clit, grinning as you twitched and whined uncontrollably.

“What’s that?” he mocked. He then pulled your underwear out of your mouth, and chuckled, “Speak up, cutie. C’mon.”

“Please, please, ugh! Please, wait!” you cried out. A gasp fell from your lips when Luffy’s teeth released your neck, only for his tongue to repeatedly run over your sweaty skin. “Luffy, need you—hah—to slow down! Too much!”

“Almost done,” muttered Luffy, though he listened to your pleas regarding his pace, and pulled his cock out of your entrance. However, it was quickly replaced with his tongue when he knelt behind you, and said, “Still wanna eat.”

Usopp groped your ass, spreading your cheeks for Luffy, who gripped your shaking thighs. His long tongue ran over your folds once, then twice, before it sank into you.

Usopp teased your asshole, much like Zoro had done earlier when he was still on deck, while Luffy took a deep whiff of your arousal. Your captain’s mouth explored your wetness carelessly, panting and slurping. His release from just moments ago, now mixed with your own, dripped into his awaiting mouth. He let out a series of satisfied groans, sinking his nails deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Pussy tastes—yes—so good! Need it! Don’t squirm too much! Put it back in my mouth, c’mon, your clit! There you go! Mmph! Yes, yes!”

“Cum again,” ordered Usopp. “Cum on his tongue so I can put my dick in you already, c’mon!”

Your vision blurs as another orgasm washes over your body. You hardly realize it when Luffy gets in one last lick before he walks away with a satisfied grin, his softening cock swinging between his legs with every step. He toyed with his balls while making his way to the kitchen.

“My chance with you now, pretty thing,” muttered Usopp, disappearing from your sight to take his place behind you. “Talk to me. You still feel good?”

Every part of you lies still, your limbs weak. You’re panting uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath from your time with Luffy. You can only hum in response to his question. Quietly, Usopp laughed from behind you, and you can’t help but shudder when a warm hand runs over your spine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, only to groan when he took a glance at your soaked folds. “Those two always fuck you up, huh? I think you can take another round though.”

Usopp abruptly shoved into you, stretching you even further. You can’t stop a loud, surprised cry from escaping your lips. One of his hands wrapped itself in your hair while the other reached around to grasp your throat. He quickly yanks your head as far back as he can manage. Your back is arched at an almost impossible angle, not that he seemed to care.

Hunching over you, Usopp cursed and immediately set a quick, unforgiving pace with his thrusts. He resists the urge to choke you every time your throat pulses beneath his palm with a new plea for him to slow down. Instead, he leans over you enough to lick the sweat that beads on your temple.

“Ours, ours,” he groaned. “Pussy’s ours. Wanna fill you up and leave you tied up for everyone to see. Want every ship passing by to know whose cum is dripping outta your guts.”

“Usopp, ugh!” you whined, gasping each time his hips smacked your aching backside. “Please! Can’t do it again!”

“Can’t do what, huh? Cum?” he chuckled with a deep huff. “You don’t need to worry about it—fuck, baby! I’m taking care of that for ya. Yeah, I’ll make you cum again, just as soon as I’m through with this pussy of yours, m’kay?”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you were unable to do anything but pant and whine as Usopp had his way with you. He hissed into your ear, occasionally licking your skin, as he dug his nose into your temple.

With his eyes rolled back and his teeth clenched, Usopp's hips become a blur. His thrusts are so quick, so rough, that you’re beginning to experience whiplash.

“Gonna do it, fuck!” he panted. “I’m gonna cum in this cute, little pussy! You do it with me, okay? You hear me? I’m going to make you cum!”

One hand forces your head down against the barrel while the other dives between your legs to torture your aching clit. Usopp is practically drooling with pleasure as your release finally overtakes his pulsing cock.

He slaps your clit a few times as you orgasm with a loud cry. He pounds into you harder and harder until he’s flooding your insides with his own release. With thick, white cum frothing out onto his balls, he grunts and pants into your ear, still occasionally licking your sweaty flesh.

He doesn’t pull out until his cock is soft and unable to continue with another round. Not for lack of trying, however. Usopp does his best to stroke himself back to life, slapping his throbbing tip against your twitching asshole upon spreading you open with a large palm, but it’s all to no avail.

Realizing he’s unfortunately spent, he finally gives up on stroking his overstimulated, twitching cock. He runs his fingers through your folds instead, admiring the excessive amount of cum that oozes and drips out of your used body.

“Get some rest,” he said, slapping your backside one last time. “I think Sanji’s got something special planned for you later.”

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darkeangel · 2 days ago

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GQuuuuuux

Now that I’ve slept on it and had time to digest, I’ve come to the overall conclusion that I liked GQ but it is riddled with issues.

First off; the good:

- I genuinely loved the mecha design. I loved the Zeon redesigns and I loved the GQuuuuuux design, EVA homages and all. Shout out to the Gyan, the Dom and the Gelgoog.

- Haro! Despite the show setting him up to be more than he ended up being; still Best Haro.

- Shiiko Sugai! ❤️❤️❤️ Best Character. I wish we had seen more of her, or more characters like her.

- Battle Scenes! So good! All of the ClanBats were fantastic, the NotTitans attack on Side 6 was one of the highlights of the show, and can we give GQ props for making the BrawBro Kikeroga actually look cool and dangerous? Nice.

- Amate! Our little danger tomato. Our little rage gremlin. Said it before, will say it again; it is SO refreshing to have a Gundam protagonist who actually emotes and has a wide range of facial expressions. Decent character development too.

- Challia Bull! I liked the redesign, I liked that we got to explore this character who only appears once in the original MSG, but has a much larger and in-depth role in both the original novel and The Origin manga. A fascinating character.

- Music! OP and ED are bops and the call-backs to the original MSG, Zeta and Char’s Counterattack are well placed and hit exactly how you want them to.

- Psycho Gundam. I keep thinking about her.

- The Sodon crew. I wish we could have spent more time with them, and more time on the ship. I would have been interested to get to know them better.

- The Sodon itself! A great take on a classic. Loved every scene she was in; especially the imposing scenes of her above the city.

- Conch! Little robo Crab. No Notes.

Now, The Bad:

- pacing, obviously. Tried to fit too much into too short a run time. I’ve ranted about this before, so I’ll leave it at that for now.

- Nyann. Sorry folks, whilst she honestly had some of the best scenes in the series, she ended up feeling a little flat. Despite appearing to be one of the strongest Newtypes in the show, we never get to fully explore her potential. I wish we could have explored what being a Diablo was and seen more of the GFred and the secrets of its Kappa Psycommu. A lot of missed opportunity there.

- The Pomeranians. Again, lots of missed opportunity. Too many unanswered questions about Annqi. They kinda feel like the Sky Pirates from Laputa: Castle in the Sky, only with a tenth of the charisma and about half the plot relevance.

- Comoli. *pokes with stick*

- Deux. Completely wasted character.

- NotTitans. Another concept never properly explained or explored.

- GUNTANK! How do you make a redesign this Peak and then never feature it?! It appears for maybe 2 seconds the entire show!

I’ll be honest, most of my gripes come from the incredibly short run-time. The show relies on foreknowledge of the U.C. way too much, and even with that it still feels way too rushed. The best episodes are the 1st and 4th, and they never lean into the world that was created there.

I can see how folk whose first Gundam was TwfM would be super turned-off by GQ, not even to mention newcomers to the franchise. It’s a very dense, convoluted plot that speeds by too fast. If you need a bible’s worth of lore before going into the show then you’ve failed as a piece of media.

The series leaves plenty of unanswered questions too: who is Shuji? What is the Endymion system? (Wasn’t Mu La Flaga the Hawk of Endymion?) What is the Quuuuux’s real name? What are Diablo? Why does that Haro appear to know so much?

The symbolism of the GQuuuuuux beheading the specter of the OG Gundam that looms over everything is a little heavy handed, but could possibly be poignant for the franchise going forward (apart from all the projects already announced). The series seems to be a call to action, for us to abandon the chains (Gundam) that bind us and to experience the freedom to explore the possibilities of creation without being weighed down by Gundam’s gravity. This has been Tomino’s message since the Turn (A) of the century; and shows like IBO and TWfM seem to be trying to do that but by leveraging the Gundam name they are opening themselves up to criticism and comparison by and of the Fandom to other Gundam shows and can never truly express themselves as their absolute self. In the meantime Bandai and Sunrise keep catering to the U.C. stans with shows like Hathaway and RfV which sometimes hit but oftentimes miss, and Gundam becomes this multi-faceted thing that tries to be so much to so many that its core gets lost in the Kira-Kira.

In conclusion; I liked it. I enjoyed the show, I liked what it had to say and the way that it said it. But the show is plagued by a way too short run time, with pacing issues that don’t allow us to explore the characters and the world and relies too heavily on nostalgia and Lore-Knowledge.

I still think I’m gonna go rewatch ZZ next. Or maybe rewatch Tomino’s vaulted multi-versal tale (Turn A) for the nth time.

Cuz that’s the thing about Gundam. There’s a lot of it. And if there’s one that you really like, you can just go watch it again.

#gundam #mobile suit gundam gquuuuuux #mobile suit gundam #gundam gquuuuuux #gquuuuuux #machu #nyann #challia bull #mecha anime

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conelluwrites · 17 hours ago

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I think about reader fucking up so bad, it makes Nam-gyu pause and re-evaluate his entire plan before deciding "I was going to leave with just a billion, but now? Now you're not leaving until we're the only two players left. You're going to split the prize money with me, and then I'm going to marry you."

Do whatever you want with this idea, I'm going to go pour one out for Nam-gyu's dead boyfriend and wonder how tf someone could threaten to marry you

You Shot Your Arrow Through Me

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Warnings: Dark content (canon-typical Nam-gyu misogyny, violence, etc), manipulation, drug use, dry humping (dub con, public), forced kissing, special game doesn't happen, Nam-gyu has a VERY low opinion of reader, Thangyu isn't an explicit ship here but Nam-gyu does hallucinate his voice durign the fic so take that as you will, reader is pathetic (sorry for my strong girls, I projected a lil too close to the sun.)

Other: Longest fic i've done lessgooo. Mind was blank on how she could fuck up since she wouldn't be in the bathrooms for Thanos's death which was my first idea, so I just made it to where she voted to go home lol. Canon Nam-gyu I love you, you absolute bastard. I love the chance to write for more serious topics like this even if I usually just do cutesy type shit, so thank you for the opportunity, I hope it's kinda what you had in mind When I re-read it I feel like I didn't hit all the marks ( • ᴖ • ｡) My apologies if it's not exactly what you wanted.

When it comes to bad days, Nam-gyu has had his share of them. Between drug deals gone wrong, fights in the club, bad trips and wrong drugs at the wrong time, he could never get a break. It was always one thing after another, no slowing down- slowing down meant death and he wasn’t ready for that yet. When he got invited to these shitty games, he knew he had to take it. He needed the money; he needed a way out, or at least an illusion of a way out of his shitty life. Who could blame him? Certainly not any of the other players who seem to look down on him. They’re all the same pathetic type of garbage that he is. The bathroom was a murder scene, he wasn’t even in control of his own actions as he fought and stabbed and mocked. It was like he was just watching himself do it all, some astral projection shit. He could barely register the blood as it decorates his face, his clothing, his hands. When he’s done with the dumbshit on the ground, he stumbles over to Thanos. He doesn’t know how to feel when he sees him convulsing on the floor and gurgling on his own blood. Does it hurt? He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, not when he needs that cross around his bloodied, oozing neck. He grimaces when blood pulses out of his neck as he tugs on it to pull it off. Fucking sick, dude. Keep it to yourself. It’s slimy and wet when he puts it on, sticks to his skin in an uncomfortable manner. Makes his skin crawl. It feels like a hazy nightmare as Nam-gyu stumbles to his bunk. His breathing is hard and uneven, his movements stiff and uncomfortable. He practically hears the whispers of Thanos in his ear, taunting and goading him, calling him that stupid fucking name Nam-su. It eats him alive, makes him want to vomit, makes him want to peel his own skin off and replace it with steel. When she comes into his line of sight, he feels himself lurch forward on his bed and click his tongue like he’s calling a dog. The sudden movement and calling sound isn’t lost on her and she looks at him before looking down. That dumb cunt is really there fidgeting as she walks forward, it aggravates him. Can’t she think for herself, utterly pathetic. “Sit.” He orders, his voice rough. It cuts through the noise, at least in his own mind. The way her head jerks back up and she nods slightly before walking over to him makes him smirk. It’s a cruel, disgusting smirk that only exists for the sleaziest men to do. Perfect lil thing, too bad she’s as dumb as a fucking box of rocks.She sits obediently on the bunk, though she’s all hunched up like a damn shrimp. Makes him stick to his fucking stomach. What’s she got to be scared about huh? He doesn’t take into the account the blood all over him or the way he looks like a tweaker. Why should he take that into account? She’s obeying like a good lil pup despite it all anyway. Hell, this way she looks even weaker than that Min-su loser. When he’s satisfied with her, he gives her a sharp hit on the back and leans back against the wall behind the bed. She voted to go home, of course that cunt did. He couldn’t blame her, a poor thing like her expected to stay and mess up her pretty lil body for more money? It’s laughable, truly. Still ate him alive, made him wanna rip her limb from limb. She agreed to vote O, so why did she think she could get away with that dumb shit?! Must have thought that there were more pussies left over from the last game. Too bad, so sad, she didn’t get to go home. Now she’s stuck here with him. It’s not like she has other options, nah… She wouldn’t rely on that pussy Min-su and by now the players all had their own little groups.

Hey, Nam-su

He grunts, there’s his annoying ass voice again. Smug bastard disturbing him even in the afterlife. Fuck, is he even dead yet or still twitching in the bathroom like some bug. I know you can hear me. He feels himself sweat even more. He wants to tell him to shut up, that his name isn’t fucking Nam-su, but he doesn’t. It barely did any good to say shit when he was alive. Talking to a ghost in front of a bitch, well that’s not a good look at all. He runs his hand over his face, shaking his head. Disgusting.

It’s hard for her to even look at Nam-gyu, he looks like shit. Smells like it too- sweat and blood cling to him like a tight fitting glove. Not to mention the red X on her jacket sticks out like a sore thumb against her green tracksuit, it makes her feel self conscious as he sits staring off into space and murmurs to himself. The room, much emptier than when the games begin, feels like it’s closing in on her. She’s barely even able to process the way Nam-gyu acts, her hands tremble as she busies herself with the bottom of her tracksuit jacket. It’s bloodied, but the blood has long since dried to where it doesn’t rub off of her hands. “Face me.” His voice comes out trembling, making her look up. Her heart is pounding so damn hard that it aches. She obeys, of course she does, moving to where he can see her better. She looks terrified, it’s so damn cute. The way she looks like some lost, scared child. It’s almost enough to calm down the incessant Nam-su, can you hear me, Nam-su ringing in his ears. “Nam-gyu,” she whispers, her voice cracking. She knows she needs to ask for forgiveness, to come up with some excuse, some- some reason he could possibly give. She hit the wrong button? It was just an accident? It was- it was- it was-

“Keep those eyes on me. Stop looking around like you're so damn nervous, it’s annoying.”

“Sorry.” It sounds so weak and small.

“Worthless apology. Keep it to yourself.”

She has to bite back another apology.

His hands tremble as he pops open the cross in his hands. He’s getting real sick of this shit, the way she looks, the way she sounds, the way Thanos’ voice still rings out in that annoyingly happy cadence. He needs something, anything to numb the pain and he isn’t about to pump his limp dick in some whore like her for temporary relief. He takes one pill in his mouth. It’s disgustingly sweet, overwhelming sweet as it explodes over his tongue. His eyes flutter shut for a moment and then open again, wide and wild as he looks at her. The way her eyes glance down to his lips as he licks them before darting back up. It’s enough to make his chest clench in a twisted way. Another pill, he needs another one. He can’t afford to be feeling like a pussy over such a dumb cunt. It’s even sweeter this time, it makes him close his eyes tight for a second and then they’re wide open again. They don’t take a long time to work, thank fucking Chirst for that. He can’t imagine it taking a normal time to kick in. “You don’t need to do that.” She warns, it comes out without her even thinking. She doesn’t want to feel responsible for him if he overdoses and starts seizing next to her. He grumbles something under his breath, definitely something derogatory- definitely something that doesn’t need to be said.

The world ignites in more vivid colors, though within the confines of the walls it really only makes the green of the jumpsuits stand out even more starkly against the gray walls. The red of her velcro badge sticks out even more though, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. Her tugs on it, then his thumb brushes over the patch. Fuck, it feels good agaisnt his digit. All soft and shit. He licks his dry lips again, patting her shoulder. Hah, shit, guess he really is becoming a pussy over this whore. The way she looks at them with those concerned eyes, her fingers curling up tight in her sleeves, and of course her lips… He wonders what it’d feel like to push his against her, he wouldn’t care if she kissed back or not but he imagines she would feel like velvet even if he smashed his against her so hard that it hurt her. Fuck, he imagines what kinda pretty noises she’d make, if she’s grab onto him tightly or struggle to push him away. He’s so far in his simple thoughts that it makes her concerned.

“Hey, you okay?” She stammers out, leaning in to press a wrist over his forehead. Fuck he’s so sweaty, but at least his eyes follow her movements so he’s okay enough, he’s not so out of it that he’s impossible.

“Yeah, I’m good. Real good.” He gives her a smile he thinks is charming. She gives him a nod, she remembers when he and Thanos were discussing what kind of shit he’s done so surely a couple pills won’t kill him. She’s just on edge, as much as she wants to go home she knows that she can’t lose the last strong person on her team. Sure, she can go to Min-su, he wouldn’t turn her away at least, but if the next game was a team game relying on strength then they’d be a bit screwed.

She’s jerked from her thoughts as he suddenly cups her face. She grimaces at the feeling, his sticky, bloodied hand leaving a mark on her delicate skin. She flinches away, but he just holds her cheeks harder. His short nails dig slightly into her soft cheeks. “You’re not going anywhere, right now you’re mine. Let me see your pretty face.” Let me remind myself what it’s like to feel alive.

I want to spend the rest of my life with this piece of work. Make her my bitch forever, make her permanently tied to me. I don’t love this whore, I could never. Just want her to remember every day of her life that she’s stuck with me- a constant reminder of this hell. I bet she’d love the hell out of that, waking up every day with a reminder of the blood on her hands from voting correctly up to this point. What a way to get married, huh? What a perfect goddamn reason to wife someone up.

Make sure she wakes up every day to see my face, maybe even get some of that dumb fake blood to decorate my face just like this. Fuck, imagine the look on her face- it’d be so damn perfect. She’d never be able to escape the reality we’ve faced. The reality we’ve faced together, the reality we’ve forged with simple votes. Remind her dumbass every day of the people we knew, maybe even dye my hair goddamn purple. Wouldn’t that be sweet? I bet I could even paint a pretty, vivid picture of his damn corpse, tell her all about the gurgles and sputtering coughs. Maybe instead of a ring I could just have her wear his damn necklace.

I wonder if she’d even put up a fight or just accept it right out, no questions asked like some good little bitch. She’d probably look at me with those dumb confused eyes and wonder what the hell’s gotten into me, thinking it’s just the drug talking when this is far better than some singular trip or a thought I’d only have while I’m high.

He doesn’t say anything audibly, he just stares at her like a freak as if he thinks she can read his mind. His pupils are blown so wide, his lips parted slightly and his breath coming out in pants. His mind is racing so fast he can hardly finish one thought before another takes its place. He knows he’s scaring her, the way she bites her bottom lip and looks frantically over his face while taking in every microexpression he makes.

“Stop looking at me like that, it makes you look ridiculous.” He says, rolling his eyes but his words don’t sound venomous in the slightest. He’s too high for that shit, it’s a wonder how he could even get the words out without slurring them so bad it was incomprehensible. “Right, sorry.”

“Again with the pointless apologies. Don’t you ever get tired with that bullshit?” “No.” A simple response, but it’s the honest one. Apologies spill from her lips like a robot at this point whenever someone expresses even the slightest displeasure with her.

He can’t formulate a response that makes sense even to him, what is he supposed to say- No, no, you’re supposed to say ‘yes’ so I can keep seeing those pretty little lips of yours moving.

Her lips, her lips, her lips. They’re so damn kissable, part of him wants to slip one of those lil pills that make him feel so damn good but he’s already taken two… He’s gotta be smart about rationing the rest of the pills if he’s gonna make it through the games without losing his damn mind. He doesn’t even notice he’s leaning in until she pushes against his shoulders slightly. Goddamn his vision is hazy, she must be an angel of some kind surely to not slap him across the face. C’mon, some druggie trying to kiss on someone who’s visibly uncomfortable- get a damn hold of yourself. “Don’t push me away.” He commands, his voice sharper than intended. It makes her curl her fingers into his tracksuit jacket, her swallowing audible. Good girl, real good. How cute of her. He could get real used to this. “Just let me kiss you, just once.” He grunts, leaning in again. He watches as her cute lil eyes clench up tightly like she can will herself to be anywhere else, it’d be cute if it weren’t so fucking pathetic. “Just like that…” he whispers, then his lips touch hers. He imagines it’d be powerful even without the drugs running wildly through his system like electricity rapidly zapping around. But with the drugs? Oh shit- with the drugs- it’s so intense it makes him gasp like some loser pussy. Sure, she’s far from the first person he’s kissed while on some dumb shit, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt a kiss like this. Her lips aren’t pliable, far from it, but it still feels good enough that it makes his heart race. He presses his lips harder to hers as if it’ll make her kiss him back or relax her lips. He growls from the back of his throat, his hands moving to cup the back of her head. His lips move demandingly against hers until she loosens up more. Man, when she loosens up? It opens a whole new world for him to explore. His tongue feels disconnected from his mouth as it moves into her mouth. She’s delicious, he figures that’s gotta be an objective fact. Her resistance, her fear, her everything- it’s perfect. He tries to goad her tongue into moving with his, but he doesn’t care at the end of the day if he’s the only one actively kissing. He wants more- needs more, needs to feel that body of hers moving against his more. He wants to feel her on his lap, wants to feel those fingers curling up into his greasy, sweaty hair. He can’t calm himself down, not after those thoughts start. When they start, they don’t stop. Her riding him, the way her whiny little moans would fill the room full of these damn cockroaches. Showing everyone that she’s his in the best way possible, a way that she would be unable to take back. He knows she’d never agree to something like that and he’d never be able to get away with it, not here. She’s also stupid, but not stupid enough to come with him to the bathroom. Sure, he could threaten her, but he wants her to want him too. The second best thing makes his skin crawl, he’s not some fucking teenager anymore, but it would be better than nothing. “Not so bad, huh?” He pulls away after a moment, his lips turned up in some sort of a bastardized grin. He could eat her up, really. Mark up that pretty skin of hers.

“...” She wipes her lips with the back of her hand. She looks disgusted, angry even, but doesn’t say shit. “Tell you what, girl, why do you sit your pretty lil self down on my lap, hm?” He pats his lap invitingly, nodding down to his legs. “C’mon. Let’s talk.” He purrs, though it’s not nearly as charming as he believes it is. She knows he won’t give up and if she tries to stand up and go anywhere else he’ll just tug her back down on the bed. She relents after he nods his head again, rolling her eyes and climbing onto his lap. He lets out a low groan, adjusting her so she’s straddling him rather than sitting sideways. “Good, good, just like that.” His erection is obnoxiously apparent, he knows she has to be able to feel it against her ass as he stares up at her. She’s the prettiest damn thing he’s seen he decides in that moment. The way she looks into his eyes, her hands twitching and hesitating in the way before her hands settle on his shoulders. One of his hands rests on her hip while the other cups her cheek. It’s some cruel mockery of affection, one that makes her blood run cold. “Gonna move you ‘round now, ‘kay? Don’t draw attention to us.” With that, he begins to slowly rock his hips up. It’s not enough to be visible to anyone unless they’re watching the pair closely, but it’s enough for Nam-gyu’s sensitive cock to jerk and twitch. He won’t last long, the drugs making his sensitive cock even more sensitive. Each movement makes him leak in his underwear. It’s damn embarrassing but he doesn’t have time to care, not when she makes a cute lil gasp.

“Nam-gyu…” She doesn’t explicitly tell him to stop, which is enough for him to wrap his arms around her, nuzzling into her neck, and inhale deeply. Her scent is marred by the sweat that is on everyone’s skin, but it’s still so… so her. “Shh. Don’t talk, just let me do this.” Slow, slow, slow, he can’t move too fast and risk her getting so uncomfortable that she starts to fight back or make more noise. He just needs to rut enough to come, he can go to the bathroom afterwards and clean himself up- surely the corpses that litter than damned floor have been cleaned out by now. He grunts, biting into her shirt. All he can think about is how good her panty clad ass would feel against his bare cock, he doesn’t even care about fucking into her at this point, he just wants to feel her skin against his. He knows it's not possible, not yet, but fuck when they’re the final two and they vote to leave and make it out with all that fucking money? He’s gonna celebrate by feeling all of her. He ruts against her harder, he’s close… so, so, so fucking close. “Say my name.” “Wha-?”

“Say. My. Name.” It’s almost hard to understand him with the way he’s biting her shirt and growling silently.

“Nam-gyu?”

There it is, he nods. He wants to hear it again and again and again for the rest of his damn life.

“Nam-gyu.”

Ah- she repeats it, this time without that stupid fucking confused intonation. He buries his face harder against her shoulder and grips her harder. “Again.”

“Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu… Do it for me.”

Fuck, her voice is so breathless and needy. He loves it. He can’t hold back, not when she sounds like that. A low, gurgled groan leaves him as his cock pulses and pumps out spurts of cum. He can feel it spreading through his boxers and to the front of those stupid tracksuit pants. “Yes, for you, for my fuckin’ girl.”

His legs tremble slightly as he comes down from his high, hips languidly rolling up to get him through his high until he’s fully spent. It feels beautiful. It’s perfection, really, heavenly even. It’s a spiritual experience. A few moments pass, “Gonna make you marry me, baby doll. Gonna be just us at the end of this shitshow. Split the money, start a new life, it’ll be perfect.”

#nam gyu x reader #nam gyu #squid game #squid game x reader #fic request

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devinescribe · 1 day ago

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Why Don’t You Like Me?

Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader

So im gonna go through the whole first movie (the live action bc it gives him more depth.)

This is a

Snotlout x Plus size! Ethnic! Reader story!

I personally headcanon that he prefers them and y'know what??? It's self indulgent for years of not having fics for him and any that did were for a skinny white and petite Y/N 😭 ummm Y/N is from a distant island, you get to pick where, got dropped off at Gobber's doorstep and is his daughter now, he would kill a man for her

Warnings: Cussing, slight angst, feelings, mention of colonizers (just once sigh my island was colonized by the Spanish 🙄), canon typical violence, disappointed father(his not yours. You fucking love your dad) also… live action spoilers obvi

9.6 K words.

Berk.

It was home. Even if you weren't originally from here.

When you were little your dad used to say that it must have been one of Freya's cats leaving you at his doorstep, the goddess knowing how much the world needed someone with light like you.

However as you got older, he told you how you really came to be his daughter, blood related or not. Or at least the part where you showed up at his doorstep. What happened before that was a mystery to both of you. And you couldn't care less about the two who abandoned you.

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It was a clear, calm night. One that Berk had not had in a while. No dragon raids, nothing.

It had been a long time sailing for the pair... especially his wife, being pregnant. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl... she was a few months old now...

But where they were going, and what they were doing was dangerous... too dangerous for a baby. And neither was really ready for one either. Mistakes happen when in love and lust...

Together, they made the decision to give up the child.

Quietly docking, pulling their cloaks up obscuring their faces, they kept the baby in a wicker basket with blankets, a note, and some other items to keep her in contact with her culture and who she was... his shield... her necklace... her name, how old she was. Everything.

They placed her at the doorstep of what looked like a forge. Whoever lived here could protect her, at least. If not, find someone who would take her.

Placing her on the step and knocking, before running back to their ship.

Gobber woke up when he heard the knock. His first thought was that there was an emergency. But after not hearing anything else, he slowly got up, walking blindly through the hut to the front door.

When he got there, he was shocked. A baby swaddled in a woven basket. There was a shield and a note, and a few other things.

He picked up the note, and read it carefully.

To whom lives here,

This is Y/N. She's our daughter. We are on a perilous journey, escaping from the men who have taken our island home, (Island name) and turned it into their playground. The rough seas and danger are no place for a baby. We come from an island far south from here. Before we had the evil men come to our island, we had heard from others that made the journey of Berk. She was born 6 months ago, out on the open ocean. Please, take care of her, and if you are unable, find someone who will.

Thank you.

Suddenly the little girl started crying softly and whimpering, the wind biting at her cheeks, turning them rosy in color. Gobber picked her up out of the woven basket, and she sneezed, before cooing with a bright gummy smile up at him.

That's the moment he decided that... maybe he was ready to be a father. Just a little. Plus, Stoick had a little boy too! Sure, he was a year older, but at least you'd have kids your age around. He wouldn't really want Spitelout around you... but his kid was okay...

——

Gobber was an excellent father, even if many might not think so at first glance. He was caring, patient, stern and although he didn't know much about your culture, he'd tried to keep you educated on what he could.

When merchants from your isle came to Berk, he went with you to buy clothing with you! Although to him and other Vikings thought it was showy and a bit... well... scandalous, no one said anything about it because at least you tried to connect with your roots while still being a Viking.

Being a little girl around the forge was scary, especially when there was dragon raids.

——

You squealed and hid with Astrid and Ruffnut under your father's bed as Gobber chased.

"Cmon ya lot, ya gotta get back to your parents," he laughed. "Where are the boys?"

You giggled and ran away to find them, finding Hiccup first, he was hiding behind a post. You tapped his shoulder, and he laughed, going to Gobber.

Tuffnut and Fishlegs were hiding together and giggling, so they were the second easiest.

Finally, you found Snotlout, in your room, in your closet.

"Hi."

"My dad says you guys all gotta go."

He groaned but nodded, and you all went to the living room.

Everyone was leaving and Snotlout sort of shoved Hiccup.

"Be nice he's your c... cou... coo... how's that word go?" You stammered over your words, before Hiccup helped you out.

"Cousin?"

"Yeah! You're cousins gotta be nice!" You chided Snotlout.

He scoffed but gave you a small smile and nodded leaving your house.

It was hours later dark, when the bell that signaled the dragon trap had been triggered rang across the village. You woke up immediately, and looked out the window as your father got up heading to the forge connected to your house.

However, it wasn't long before your house was on fire. You hadn't noticed, too busy staring out the window to be paying attention.

Suddenly you heard your name being called and went to your bedroom door to run outside, but the second you touched the metal your hand burned. You jumped back with a scream, holding you hand, heat searing through it. You went to the window, and looked down, seeing your dad looking up.

You started to cry, getting scared, suddenly feeling the heat and smoke filling your room.

You look down, seeing them all telling you to slide down the roof. You saw the other kids, your friends, down there, except for Hiccup who was definitely locked up in his house.

Snotlout shouted something up at you, and you had to focus to hear him.

"I'll catch you! Promise!"

You took a deep breath, coughing from the smoke, and climbed out your window, sliding down the slanted roof till you were hanging off the side.

You felt the house creak under you, the roof falling to one side. You screamed, holding the siding tightly.

The flames licked at your fingers and you looked down. Oh what a drop it was for little 6 year old you. Below you was your dad and your friends telling you to let go. So you do, falling.

Gobber catches you, with his one arm, and you cry as he sets you down, making sure you're okay, before running back to help others. Your friends help you stand straight, but Snotlout is the one who checks your hands, and winces when he sees the burns.

——

So, tonight, when the bell rang, you bolted out of bed and to the forge. After that first raid when you got trapped, the house had been rebuilt to be one singular floor.

While Gobber never let you make weapons(because you were rubbish at it), you helped hand out new ones and take theirs to the back for him, and you got to sharpen them!

But that was occasionally, because you did help out with the fire brigade a lot. But tonight, you had no chance to even get over there before a nadder spat fire in front of you, blocking your way. If you couldn't help with dousing of fires, then you could help with defending. You ran to the forge and began to help, handing out weapons and taking weapons to Gobber to sharpen.

Suddenly someone bolted in behind you, trying to wheel something out.

"What in the blazes are ya'- yer supposed to be home!" Gobber scolded, and you immediately knew he was talking to Hiccup.

You tuned out the conversation until you heard a swooshing sound and ducked. The weighted ropes used to trap dragons. You turned with a glare.

"That almost hit me you- ugh!" You groan, before turning to the literal mob of Vikings yelling and shoving at your window. "Would ya lot shut up! We'll get to you when we get to you there's only two... three of us and it takes time!"

You turned to Hiccup, and sighed, "Cmon. If you can't be out there, help in here."

You knew he just wanted to prove himself, not just to the village but to his dad. However, the middle of a dragon raid was not the time.

“Y’know, that invention is actually pretty cool… once you fix the calibration-“ you started, bringing back another sword for him to sharpen.

“The calibration issue I know… I-i just… I need to kill a dragon… I could help…” he mumbles.

You gave a soft smile and nudge his shoulder, “I’m sure that… Astrid could appreciate the ingenuity!”

He laughed and scoffed, “Yeah right…”

Finally the fire brigade showed up and you gave your dad a nod before rushing to help them, sliding over the counter and running to your friends who greeted you.

"Where have you been?" Ruff asked, handing you a bucket.

"Oh you know, dealing with that," you muttered nodding to the forge and mess of Vikings in front of it.

Astrid let out a laugh, rolling her eyes, "Even when he's good at something..."

You quickly and efficiently poured water on unburned houses, hoping to stop the spread at least. Ruff and Tuff helped you do this as the other three helped douse houses. Astrid was a quick thinker, and you cheered her on when she maneuvered the water carrying system so it would pour over a house.

"Yeah! Go Astrid!"

You watched Hiccup look at her with lovesick eyes and rolled your own.

You cheered, before climbing up onto the roof of a house, just as a a Nadder started to fly over shooting fire.

“Shit!”

You cursed and ran to the front of the house, jumping and holding to the decorative piece at the front of the house. The dragon flew off and you built momentum to throw yourself back up.

“Buckets! Water! Now!” You yelled down.

Snotlout was staring up, with the same lovesick look Hiccup had, but you didn’t catch it. You started to slide down the now extinguished roof top.

“Snotlout move-!”

He snapped out of it, and caught you before you fell. You sighed, but were thankful he had caught you instead of making you survive another… compromising position like last time.

“Thanks. Now put me down.”

Hiccup stayed behind, and your father ran out to help fight them off as well, telling Hiccup to stay put.

Yeah, he ALWAYS does that... not.

"Night fury!"

"Get down!"

You heard the whistle and ducked, hoping it wouldn't hit where you guys were. It didn't. You all continued to help put out fires and watched Hiccup's eyes light up.

You sighed, ignoring him and continuing to help.

It was only when you heard screaming and a monstrous nightmare came blazing that you knew you should have watched the shop when your dad ran out of it, you should've watched it damnit.

It would have been fine. His dad beat the literal hell out of it, it ran away, and that was the end of the raid...

Until the tower Hiccup was hiding behind fell over, causing them to loose the deadly nadder they had trapped. And houses to be destroyed.

You all gathered in the middle and you sighed as the lecture began. You felt bad for Hiccup, but at the same time, you knew this wouldn't have happened if he had just stayed put.

"Winter is coming and I have a whole village to feed," Stoick hissed.

"Between you and me, the village could use with a little less feeding if you know what I mean..." Hiccup sassed, giving the crowd, and you, a side eye.

You steamed with anger, going to step forward, until Ruff and Astrid gripped your arms.

"Leave him be... not worth it..."

"At least we're fed?" Ruff asked sarcastically. "We're literally so hot? In what world-"

You grumbled under your breath. There was a reason the group didn't like him that much. You did like him, he was one of your best friends, he was always around the forge, but sometimes he made comments without thinking.

As he passed everyone, with your dad leading him to his house, each one made some comment at him, and when he tried to apologize to you, you just, "Ah ah ah... I don't wanna hear it right now, you said what you said. Go home."

It was obvious Stoick was royally pissed.

Snotlout put his arms behind his head and said, "Well... my dad is super proud of me so..."

Just as Spitelout came up behind him, following after Stoick.

"O-oh hey dad-"

"Don't talk to me in public."

Snotlout tried to laugh it off, but you notice the small glint of sadness in his eyes. You sighed, walking over to him.

"We should start rebuilding I guess," you whispered, kicking a rock.

You knew that would at least take his mind off of it. He always loved to do things especially for you.

He nodded, excited to get to do something, to help. To be useful.

"And later maybe you'll finally-"

"Don't even dream about it."

——

The Trial of Flame.

Every young Viking's dream. To be top slayer, to be able to prove they had what it takes to be a Viking, a dragon slayer.

The morning of, the warriors, including the chief, had left. Meaning your dad got to train you all. Which meant waking up earlier than the rest of the island, to watch him silently make plans and chuckle darkly.

"Don't think 'cus yer my daughter I'll go easy on ya lass," he had said.

You laughed and looked up at him, "I wouldn't have it any other way old man..."

He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "No matter what happens... I'm... I'm proud of ya... yer a good kid... Go join the others… and keep that Jorgenson boy from staring too much yeah?"

You beamed up at him, now even more excited to prove yourself. The group of your peers was ahead and you ran off to them, scaring Snotlout. He retaliated by picking you up and holding you in the air, smirking up at you.

"Air jail."

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down this instant."

"...y-yes ma'am..."

——

You walked in, breathing in deeply as everyone marveled being in the arena. Snotlout stood next to you, and bumped his shoulder into yours as he said, “I can’t wait to get get some legendary war wounds!”

You giggled and shoved him back, “Oh but then you’ll tying your pretty face!”

“Y-you think I’m pretty? I-I… I mean… I’m not pretty! Only girls are pretty…”

Ruffnut stood on your other side, and talked about getting a scar across her face and you giggled, “Oh my gosh, Ruffnut Thorston, super sexy war goddess!”

"Call me boring but-"

"Boring!"

You shoved Snotlout's shoulder and glared, but not before sticking your tongue out at him.

"Easy there Island Princess," he teased, poking at your outfit.

It was one of the traditional outfits you'd gotten from a vendor. A long dark orange skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. Your dad had reinforced them himself. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts, the same color as the skirt. You knew that everyone said you couldn't fight dragons in it, where was the coverage?

Well if your lineage did it for years you could do it too. Plus, to keep from freezing you added some things. Such as wearing pants under the skirt that were a dark yellow in color, adding your fur lined boots. But the top remained un-altered, you soft stomach exposed, which again... danger???

Your responses were

1. This is just for training, it gets hot

2. Sheilds

3. This is just for training. In actual battle you would get armor.

4. You felt comfortable in this damnit.

5. If you were good enough, you wouldn't get hurt.

Snotlout was staring. Hard. At every single detail of your outfit, and how your skin glimmered in the sun, how your chest rose and fell with every breath, how your stretch marks looked like lightning bolts that painted the dark sky at night... Yes he was very distracted by you. But when was he not? He had been asking you out everyday for the past two years. You always rejected him, but he never gave up.

You had to hand it to him, he was very stubborn. It wasn't... that you didn't like him... it was quite the opposite.

But you had gotten used to other boys on Berk using you as a point of their bets and cruel jokes. And while you weren't that insecure little girl anymore, you would always have her in your mind.

When you heard Hiccup behind you, you turned in shock. As far as you had known, Stoick refused to let him do the training, thinking he wasn’t ready…

Astrid made a comment about his dad pulling strings, which made you look confused because... everyone just... signed their kid up for this. It's not like... it was exclusive. But anyway, you digress.

"No way... there's no way your dad let you do this!" You shouted, shock written all over your features. You were a bit excited to see what he could do though.

"Well, he did... now. Listen up," Gobber said.

You had watched so many of these trials before that you kind of blocked out what your father was saying, kind of listening when Fishlegs was giving information and he yelled at him, that was funny.

Blah blah blah... killing your first dragon...

Snotlout puts a finger up, and points at the other teen behind him, "Well uh... Hiccup already killed a night fury so does that disqualify him or...?"

You dad sighed about to reprimand him, when you grabbed his collar and pulled him close.

"For Thor's sake-"

"Okay okay okay! My bad..."

Ignoring everything your dad said, which side note, if you’re learning how to fight dragons, it might be a good idea to listen. Because after that you saw him head to one of the paddocks.

"Uh... hey big guy, aren't you gonna teach us something first?" Snotlout asked as the door was cranked open.

"I believe in learning on the job."

——

You made a flower crown quietly in one of the clearings on Berk. You often found yourself outside, wanting some quiet. The forge was always loud, the village even louder.

“Y/N?”

You turned at the small voice. It was Snotlout.

“Hi! You wanna sit with me?” You offered. The boy nodded and ran over, sitting right next to you.

You finished the flower crown and put it in his head. He blushed and looked down before mumbling, “Flowers are for girls…”

You pouted, “Nuh uh…”

He just shrugged. He was quiet. Too quiet. He wasn’t that much of a talker at 6, but you knew when something was wrong.

“… Is your dad…?” You mumbled.

He nodded, biting his lip, an obvious ploy to not cry. You knew it very well.

“You can cry it’s okay-“

“No it’s not! I can’t cry it makes me weak! H-he said real men don’t cry! A-and they don’t hang out with girls! Especially not you… t-that’s what he said! Yo-you’re my friend! I-I don’t like when he talks like that about you! He said I was stupid, a-and soft because I-I let you play with me…”

You bit your lip. Of course his father had said that, when did he not say something negative to his son? However, instead of comforting him with your words, you just leaned against him, holding his hand.

“You’re my best friend…”

“You’re mine too… d’you… wanna come play later?… He’s nice when you’re around… even if he doesn’t like you.”

———

After your father almost killed you all, you were panting and sweating. Of course Hiccup had messed up. Of course.

You couldn't blame him. He definitely was not a dragon killer. Hiccup was good at a lot of stuff. He was a genius, and came up with so many new plans for more efficient ways to use weapons… but a dragon killer? Not his strong suit.

You look down, disappointed you were fourth out, right after Snotlout. You should've known better. Studying dragons was not the same as being in active combat. You knew that, yet you failed to apply it.

Later, you were all eating dinner together. You sat next to Astrid, across from Snotlout as you ate. Hiccup joined you all late, just as you were saying what you did wrong. You waved him over, but he ignored you, sitting alone at another table.

"...I tripped..."

"That's not it."

You looked up at your dad confused. Yes it was? You watched Snotlout get blasted at, got worried because of course you were worried about that idiot, stopped watching where you were going, and tripped over the shield the twins had been fighting for and... oh.

"...I got distracted. "

He nodded and moved on, suddenly going over and unlocking the book. Your eyes widened and sparkled. You had obsessed over this book as a kid, and now it was something you could read with permission! You didn't have to wait for the older kids to leave the book out and read it!

"Why would I read words when I could just kill the things the words tell me about?" Snotlout asked.

"Maybe you should read a book about feelings. Cuz it seems like you're killing those without reading," Astrid joked.

He pouted and crossed his arms.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. For such a fierce viking warrior... he was cute. But you yawned, the day suddenly hitting you at once. The near death experience… air jail….

"Alright, I've already read it, I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed to be well rested for whatever the helheim my dad throws at us. He's not going easy just because I'm in the class... if anything he's going harder..." you excused yourself, walking out of the great hall.

Snotlout called out, and ran towards you, offering to walk you home. You nodded. Why not?

"I like you... you know that right? Like you're hot...and smart... and strong..." he said, the rain sprinkling around you both, the crunching of the dirt under your boots.

"Sure... not really interested," you said quietly.

He did this every day. Asked you in one way or another.

There was a silence as you kept walking, before noticing you were walking alone. You turned to see where Snotlout was, and he was just about two feet behind you.

"What are you-"

"Why don't you like me?"

The words were soft, but loud. And here's the thing: You did like him. But years of boys using you as a bet because of your size and because of where you were from made and how you were raised by Gobber of all people, you feel like you could never receive genuine affection from someone.

He's looking down and fidgeting.

"Snotlout... would you cry in front of me?" You ask, staring him down.

He stands up straighter, looks up with wide eyes. Part of him was screaming yes!! He would bleed himself dry for you!!

The other part was his father. Telling him that real men don't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. Crying in front of anyone was not allowed. And crying for a girl, of all things, was stupid. And that he was stupid if he did that.

...

"No."

He answered finally, the simple one word answer was followed by thunder rumbling in the distance.

"...Well there's your answer. You're... just forget it... try again tomorrow," you whispered, continuing to walk away.

——

Second day of training. You walked into the arena to see wooden walls put all over the arena and groan.

No way, seriously??? A nadder? You guys just started why did he make you suffer?!

You hid behind a wall as the dragon was released. Hiccup was asking questions about a night fury, but you were trying to not get killed. Suddenly you heard someone hide besides you.

"Hey, so you want me to cry for you, is that it?" He asked, and you looked over with a face that he could read perfectly.

The "are you fucking serious??" Face.

"Snotlout! Not the time!" You yelled, going to another wall.

He followed, muttering an apology that made you sigh. You muttered all the facts you knew about the Deadly Nadder, everything you could remember. The twins were shouting about 'get your own blind spot'.

And then...

"I am hurt I am very much hurt!"

And that's when the dragon started to knock over walls. You ran, holding up your shield. You watched Snotlout push Astrid out of the way, saying "I'll take care of this!" As he swung his weapon.

That didn't last.

——

"You godsdamned idiot..." you huffed, cleaning up his wounds after.

He hissed, but only gripped the table, not complaining. One of the gashes was pretty big and you sighed.

"Gonna have to do stitches..." you whispered.

He just nodded. Accepting it. This was his punishment he was sure. Well, actually his punishment was your training outfits being your traditional wear... but that was neither here nor there.

"You can tell me if you need to stop..."

"Only babies wimp out... just do it."

You tried your hardest to stitch him up quickly... he grimaced, bracing himself by holding the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and you thought he'd draw blood.

When you finished, you tied off the string quickly, and rinsed it off with clean water and a solution Gothi had given you to clean wounds. He hissed, pulling his arm away with a quick jolt.

"Sorry... sorry," you apologized... then began to giggle.

"What's so funny? Huh?" He asked, a bit defensively.

"You... I mean you... barely even so much as flinched when I'm giving you stitches... but the ointment Gothi gave me is where your pain tolerance dips?" You smile, trying not to laugh at how flustered he looked.

"W-well... it's just.. I-i... ugh-"

——

You sat on one of the cliff sides, staring out to the open ocean before dark. Dragons, for the most part, just came out at night. Your dad had a curfew for 6 year old you, before the last third of the sun set into the ocean.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Snotlout standing there. His hair was in his face, and his too-big for him helmet covered his eyes a little.

You smiled brightly, motioning for him to sit next to you. So he did.

"I'm gonna be one of the best dragon slayers ever... just you watch..." he whispered, his helmet now in his lap.

You nodded, not doubting your friend.

"...y'know if I ever had to get married... I'd want it to be you," he said suddenly, looking at you.

You squealed with laughter, laying back, your head on his lap. It was silly how he at seven years old was saying things like that....

"You're silly... but that would be nice..."

——

Day three.

The arena was empty. Except for buckets filled with water. Your father told you all to take a bucket... and pair up.

"Um... there's an odd number of us?" Astrid said, already picking Ruff and grabbing your arm as well.

"Eh why not you three can all be together," he shrugged, getting up into the viewing area. Gas hissed as the door opened and all of a sudden the spark, flame... and smoke... oh the smoke.

You three stood back to back together, and you heard Fishlegs rambling about what the zippleback did before Hiccup hissed at him.

Suddenly you heard a loud, "There!"

And water got splashed on you,

You three went forward and scolded Tuff and Snotlout. Ruff splashed her water on her brother, Astrid doing the same out of anger.

"Maybe your butt's getting bigger," Tuff snorted, teasing his sister.

"N-not that there's anything wrong with-"

Astrid threw a punch, sending Snotlout to the ground, his water bucket spilling, and knocking into Tuffnut, whose bucket flew up and hit him in the face. Suddenly Tuff was dragged into the fog. You gasped, until he came running back screaming, "I'm hurt I'm hurt I am very much hurt!"

It made you giggle a little. But then that made you remember what was in the fog. The other girls left since their buckets were empty. And for the first time in a long time... you were terrified.

You thought you were alone until you heard Snotlout groan from the floor. He quickly got up, looking at you. Almost immediately he stood in front of you, looking around.

"Snotlout... go..." you whisper, your back to his.

"N-no! I... I'm not leaving you alone!" He hissed, looking around you through the smoke.

"You have no water bucket what are you gonna do genius?!"

Suddenly its tail swiped you, making you drop the bucket on yourself. It fell on your face and your nose made a sickening crack, making you yelp in pain.

"Alrighty, up you go," he said before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a test dummy.

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down you evil son of a-"

But as you were talking he let you out of the smoke where everyone else was. You kicked and struggled in his grip, attempting to get out. You could see more clearly and saw the dragon over Hiccup and Fishlegs, who threw water at the wrong head.

"Hiccup!!"

You heard your father yell as the scrawny brunette threw the water up... and it fell right back down. The dragon's heads grew closer until... they immediately backed up snarling. You watched slack-jawed as he was able to push the dragon back. Snotlout's arm that was holding up on his shoulder fell off you in shock, and you yelped as you fell off his shoulder and onto the hard rock floor of the arena.

"Ow!"

"Oh gods! I-i- um I-... totally meant to do that," he said, looking around, nervously.

You glared at him and stood up, looking at Hiccup before asking, "How did you do that?"

He shrugged and gave a lame excuse before running off.

The group followed.

——

The next few days, he dominated at dragon fighting, knocking them down barely even trying.

The group followed him into the woods, and Fishlegs asked how he downed a gronkle like that.

“I mean I do it all the time but how did you do it?” Snotlout interjected, pointing his mace at Hiccup.

“Probably cuz he’s not watching to see if Y/N’s hip chains break,” Tuffnut snorted.

He turned and glared at the blonde.

Later, Hiccup had come into the forge.

"You're doing great! Why'd you hide this from everyone?" You asked one day, sitting up on one of the wooden counters, watching as he tinkered at the forge.

He shrugged, giving you a grin, "I...I guess I just... didn't want to come off boastful?"

"Well... it great to see you happy and excited about something for once... seriously."

"Thanks... you know I was-"

"Y/N! There you are, come come come!" A voice yelled.

You looked over and watched Snotlout come over with a big goofy grin on his face before scrunching up his nose that Hiccup was here. You flicked his forehead.

"Be. Nice."

"...sorry... um... um the boats-!... boat? Is back! You going down to the docks?" He asked, looking extremely excited.

You shrugged, it's not like you had anyone waiting for you, and you had nothing else to do.

"I don't see why not..." you responded.

He smiled, and grabbed you hand, and you watched as his arms reached out again.

"Don't. Uh uh. No no no sir, you are not gonna pick me up again," you scolded.

He groaned, but you laughed and started running to the docks.

"Hey! No fair!" He called after you, laughing to himself.

"And uh... Hiccup?"

The scrawnier boy looked up at his brash cousin.

"Mind not trying to take my girl?"

Hiccup stifled a laugh as he looked up, "Your girl? Far as I'm aware... she's not anyone's. She's rejected you for like... two years."

Snotlout rolled his eyes and ran after you, catching up quickly.

At the docks you watched as the badly damaged ship started getting loaded off. Stoick walked off disappointed, but stopped to talk to your dad. You assumed about how well Hiccup was doing.

You watched as Snotlout went up to his dad, and said, "Hey dad! I missed you... in like... a super manly way y'know?"

Spitelout handed off a heavy bag of gods know what onto his shoulders. He carried it with a smile, nervously saying, "I have so much to tell you about the trial of flame..."

Spitelout, the devil he was, walked away without a word, disappearing into the crowd. Snotlout was confused for a bit, calling for him, but finally yelled, "I'll see you at home!"

Your heart broke. He looked so dejected, and you couldn't help it. You wondered if that’s how he looked secretly after every time you rejected him. You walked over and took a deep breath, swallowing your pride for him. Gods damnit, you were in too deep.

He looked nervous, but with that fake confidence you had grown to see. He was scared you had seen what happened, that you were going to ask him... but instead, you just gave a soft smile.

"D'you wanna spar with me? I-I mean... after my utter failure the other day... like who gets their sword knocked out of their hands by Tuff?" You giggled. "I mean... since you're so strong and talented I just thought-"

He beamed and laughed, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... no need to flatter me... I knew you'd ask for help eventually. No one can resist-"

The things you did for love...

——

"Hey so-"

He dodges a swipe you made with your wooden sword (not wanting to hurt each other too badly), then parries it with his shield.

"About the other night-"

Another swipe, and he counter attacks. He was holding back and it was pissing you off. You knew he was a very talented fighter, and this? Was not his best.

"You want me to cry for you you said?"

You stopped and looked up panting. He took this opportunity, and tripped you, pinning you down the second you fell to the ground.

You groaned and shook your head as he held the wooden blade to your neck and told you to surrender. The second you got a bearing for your surroundings, you tried to flip him onto his back, but he held you down, pinning your wrists with one hand.

"Ah ah... surrender."

You groan and pout, "Fine fine... I surrender."

He smirked and got off you, helping you up.

"Atta girl..."

You blushed, looking away, trying to catch your breath. But your eyes were drawn back. He was panting, sweat drenched his face, his hair sticking to his forehead as he wiped it with his forearm, chest rising and falling, and then you remembered the way he looked when he had you pinned down-

Okay, so he was hot.

Really hot.

Damnit.

"You still gotta answer me... cry for you? Like... tears and... the water works and... I-I'm not good at this... just tell me what to do and I'll do it..." he started, sitting on the ground.

You sigh and sit in front of him, shaking your head.

"I don't mean it literally... I mean it... in... like would you let me see your true feelings? I don't want Snotlout, the loud, brash, arrogant, foolish Viking he pretends to be in front of everyone... I want the Snotlout behind all of that..." you explain. "The one who looks at me like he's drowning and doesn't know how to swim to shore... Not the one that flexes and runs away... but the one that stays even when he's scared."

He gulped, looking over with wide eyes, "Y-you... you really think... that of me?"

"Of course I do... try again tomorrow.”

He didn't confess again that night. Didn't even flirt at dinner. Just smiled and talked big game like always. You were scared you’d pushed him away…

——

Today was the day. The final day and a crowd was watching. To be honest, you knew it was between Hiccup and Astrid, but just to be there and prove you could keep up was enough.

The fight ended when Hiccup did... whatever he did, you couldn't quite see, and the gronkle fell over. Astrid was pissed.

Oh boy... she shoved him and cussed at him, you looked shocked at her words, as if you had never heard Astrid cuss like that before...

But Gobber pulled them apart as Stoick said Gothi had made a decision. You sigh happily, knowing damn well it wasn't you, and leaned onto Snotlout. He pushed you off. You were about to whisper menacingly at him, until you saw he wasn't looking at you. He was looking up... At his father. Snotlout gulped, looking nervously. He hid his hands behind his back and began to fidget. You noticed, and carefully, to avoid being seen, you grab one of his hands.

"The top slayer..."

Gothi points into the ring. Gobber points to Astrid with a smile, but Gothi shakes her head. You gasp. He then uses his hook to point at Hiccup. Gothi nods. The crowd erupts into cheers and you smile. You cheer and run over, ruffling his hair, as if he wasn’t older than you.

Even Snotlout was excited, but you could see him continuing to glance up at his dad.

——

Later that night you watched as your dad moved around the shop, sharpening weapons and all things of that sort.

"So... you and Spitelout's boy?" He asked suddenly.

"W-what? No... we're just... friends," you answered. And it was true. You were just friends...

"Ah, friends... y'know, I was a lad once and let me tell ya... he looks at ya like ya hung the moon in the sky... like you were sent by Freya herself... He's a good lad... even if he doesn't show it all the time..."

You blush and look away. This was too much to deal with, so you just yawned exaggerating it.

"Well... I-i better get to sleep... that was a lot... um... yeah and tomorrow is such... a-a big day..." you muttered, getting up.

"Yeah... of course. Rest up. I'll see ya in the mornin' lass."

"Goodnight, dad..."

——

When you say the whole village was buzzing with excitement, you mean it.

You picked out your finest clothes, deciding to go for your traditional wear... with a bit of a Norse twist.

It was still the same, a long skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts. You had sewn fur onto the sides of the skirt, along all the edges, and the top had Norse engravings you hand stitched into it. The chains were golden, created by your father. You added two black leather arm bands that were lined with fur. These you had also made yourself. This time, the set was a dark red, the fur hemming black. If you remembered correctly, it was the fur of an animal the trader had called a black bear? Whatever it was, it was soft. You add your boots and spin, giggling and happy.

You head to the forge and show off your outfit to your dad. Your hair was in its natural state, you merely styled it a little.

He smiles, surprised by the Norse twist to your clothing.

"Thats... new... you look nice... like your mother might've..."

"Thanks... I-... I'm not just from (Island of choice)... I'm from here. From Berk... my birth giver may have been from there... but you raised me... you're my dad... I'm as much Viking as I am island girl... I-i wanted to show that..." you explained, fidgeting with your rings.

He sniffled.

"Are you crying-"

"No th-the dust got in my eyes!"

You smile, and shake your head, going over and hugging him.

"Yeah... the dust."

——

You were heading to the arena when the others caught up with you.

"Woah! You look... so hot!" Ruff said, literally grabbing your shoulders and shaking you around.

You laughed and spun a little, showing off.

"Did you add that yourself? It looks great!" Fishlegs complimented, pointing at the stitches in Norse.

You nodded. They were so distracted they kept walking, and you giggled, turning, bumping into Snotlout.

"O-oh! Sorry!" You apologize, then see who you bumped into. "Nevermind not sorry."

You giggle, poking his shoulders.

He's just... staring. You looked like a goddess... a beautiful war goddess.

'Gods... snap out of it! You're staring!! A little more and you'll start drooling!'

"You look... wow... wow... just... I-... you look amazing," he whispers, out of breath.

You smile.

"You look good too... c'mon let's go! We don't wanna be late."

You quickly caught up with the others, and you all stood together. The whole village filled in, excited to see the chief's son, the screw up, now top slayer, kill his first dragon.

A monstrous nightmare. Stoker class. Attack 15. Speed 16. Armor 12. Firepower 15. Shot limit 10. Jaw strength 6. Stealth 9. Double clawed wings, snake like neck and tail... and a nasty habit of setting itself on fire.

The most feared dragon in the Viking world.

You shivered. Not from fear. You were actually cold, you had forgotten your furs in your room.

"You cold?" You heard Snotlout ask next to you.

You shook your head stubbornly, unwilling to admit your clothing choices were definitely style over functionality today. Functionality being stay warm.

He scoffed and unbuttoned the furs he had around him, and slipped them over your shoulders, buttoning it carefully, before muttering...

"Idiot..."

Oh that's how he wanted to play?? You whispered back...

"Muttonhead."

"Shorty."

"Prick."

"Okay, calm it princess. You're warm now."

He could feel his father's glare on him but he didn't turn to look.

The crowd cheered as Hiccup walked in. He picked a short dagger and shield. He gave a nod, and the door was opened.

Out came the dragon, lighting on flame. You watched as Hiccup dropped the weapon and shield and gasped. He walked closer, saying he needed to show us... the dragon calmed down for a bit...

"Stop the fight..."

You looked over at Stoick. The man was red in the face, angry. He slammed his hammer down, yelling again, "Stop the fight now!"

All of a sudden, the once calm dragon, grew enraged.

It lit on fire, crawling on the chain roof. You all tried to get Hiccup up and to safety, but the dragon had other ideas, snapping its jaws at him.

The dragon suddenly blew fire at the crowd, and you were quickly shielded by Snotlout. You heard a scream and couldn't tell it was yours until you stopped. You stood back up, looking to see what was happening. There was too much yelling for you to focus and then....

That whistle.

"Night fury!!"

"Get down!!"

You hid your face in Snotlout's chest, trying to keep an eye for what was happening in the arena, but too scared to see one of your friends laying dead down there.

The monstrous nightmare is locked back up, and the Vikings trap the night fury as Hiccup begs them not to. To leave him alone, that he won't hurt anyone. You watch closely, and your heart suddenly hurts... the dragon looks scared... so scared.

——

"Hey, you okay?" You rush forward, checking on Astrid. It's later that same night, and she just came back with Hiccup. You had been so worried you hadn't even changed, only giving Snotlout his furs back.

All the adults had left Berk. Leaving only you guys on the island. They had a dragon to lead them to the nest. They said this ended now.

"I'm okay... gather everyone. Hiccup is going to show us something."

You nodded with a smirk, running off to round up your friends.

——

Hiccup leads you all into the arena, and Snotlout is yelling, what else is new?

"You just disgraced yourself in front of the whole village... why would we listen to you?!" He asks.

"Valid point, valid point... but you're gonna listen to him because I said so got it?" you glare, a hand on your hip, pointing at him.

'Ohhhkay... hot...'

"He's so gone..." Tuffnut whispers.

"So gone..." Ruff answers back.

"Y-yeah! Yeah exactly-... u-uh pay attention gang..."

You giggle, and follow Hiccup, watching as he takes Astrid's hand, going to open the deadly nadder paddock.

"W-what in Odin's missing eye do you think you're doing?! I said we would listen but this-" you start, backing up, your back pressing into Snotlout's chest.

"Y/N please... trust me," Hiccup begs, looking at you with those pleading eyes and you groan. He's been doing that since you were kids.

He just also knows that without you, Snotlout would be the next to leave... the twins were closer to both of you than to him or Astrid... which would leave Fishlegs. He needed you to stay.

"...fine. Just promise we won't get hurt?" You ask. He nods.

——

You watched with joy as Snotlout, while nervous, still lay his hand on the monstrous nightmare's snout. The dragon immediately made a low grumbling noise, and you smile.

He laughs softly, petting its snout. Then he notices. That was all the pens. There was only four dragons. The twins rode together... Hiccup was going to ride with Astrid...

"Hey uh... what about Y/N?" He asked, turning to face you.

You fidgeted with your skirt, looking at Hiccup, who spoke without thinking.

"What about her?"

You sighed, face palming.

"You needed her because you knew I would've left if she wasn't here. So yeah. What about her?" He defended.

You walked closer to Snotlout and his new dragon. You had never looked at a dragon up close like this before... not one that was alive... you carefully reached your hand out and placed it on its snout... it made a purring noise. You began to giggle, gently petting the dragon.

"Oh you're so handsome... so cute... oh... you're... so... wow," you giggled, giddy to see the creature up close.

Dragons had always scared you... until now... he was amazing...

"Well uh, she can ride with you Snotlout."

——

Trusting Snotlout to guide a dragon was... a chore for sure. It was scary at first... but you all got the hang of it.

You held onto Snotlout tightly, until you grew to trust that the dragon would not drop you. Even though where you were going was so incredibly dangerous... you felt peace as you flew.

You put your arms out to your sides, touching the clouds. Smiling, you gently pet the side of the dragon, and he grumbled softly. Snotlout was nervous, but he looked genuinely happy, holding the reins. You loved that he looked happy. Truly happy.

When you got to the island, you saw the biggest dragon you had ever seen in your life.

"Hiccup?! What the fuck is that?!" You called out.

The dragon pulled back a bit, making you squeak, holding onto Snotlout.

"That is their queen! You gotta help them not listen to her!" Hiccup called.

You nodded as Astrid told the twins to make it mad, and told you, Snotlout, and Fishlegs to find its blind spot and distract it.

"Alright let's see..." you muttered, as Snotlout steered the dragon, going in close.

"God this thing smells like death..." Snotlout complained.

Suddenly eyes opened... multiple eyes.

"Guys... this thing doesn't have a blind spot!" Fishlegs called out in a panic.

"Noise!"

You grabbed the reins as Snotlout banged his hammer onto his shield.

"This is just confusing our own dragons!" Fishlegs yelled.

The queen roared and your dragon took off, Snotlout falling off onto the Red Death. You had the luck of holding onto the reins, and yelled when he fell.

"Snotlout!"

You watched as he landed with a thud, almost falling off.

You soothed his dragon and guided him back around, just in time to see Snotlout driving a hammer into the dragon queen's eye and taunting her.

You let out a high pitched war cry, not a Viking one, that drew attention to you from bellow, before shouting encouraging Snotlout.

"That's my Viking warrior! Hell yeah! Woo!"

——

"Is that my kid...?"

The parents looked up noticing that their kids were riding dragons.

"Did your lass just-"

"Claim yer boy? Yeah. This has been a thing where have you been?"

"He doesn't get claimed he-"

"Oh give it up..."

——

You laughed, petting the dragon before you leaned down and whispered, "I'm so sorry... for everything..."

You heard him give an affectionate growl back, and slowly stood up on the dragon's back, still holding the reins. Oh yeah, this would work.

"Get Snotlout out of there! Hiccup's got Toothless!" Astrid called out to the twins.

"But I-" you started to protest.

"No, you distract her while they do that. Trust me," Astrid said.

You sighed and nodded, leading the dragon into her eyesight.

"Alright, ready boy?" You said, petting him.

You called out the queen, getting her attention. She opened her mouth and you smirked, falling off the dragon. You watched the ground come closer and closer, but took a deep breath, trusting him.

Sure enough, you watched him dive beside you with a curious coo. You laughed, grabbing the reins and pulling yourself onto him again, sitting, holding on. You pulled up, and led him, the queen shooting fire after you.

Suddenly, you saw Hiccup fly by, and knew your job was done. You landed, and laughed, pressing your forehead to Snotlout's dragon's muzzle.

"Thank you..."

Your father came up hobbling up to you.

"Y/N (M/N) (L/N)!"

Oh shit. You were in trouble. Your full name? You looked up and bit your lip, looking ashamed.

"Never in all my years..."

"Have I seen something so stupid... so reckless... so totally irresponsible... and so brave. Ye may not be from Berk... but ya got a Viking spirit in ya lass. I'm glad you're safe," he said, pulling yourself onto into a hug.

You hug him back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Snotlout and his dad. Spitelout has a hand on his shoulder. He nods.

On one hand, you were happy for Snotlout... but... why was he only proud of him when it was too late? He could've died... and he wouldn't have gotten that validation.

You turned to watch as blue shots and fire were seen up in the clouds. You were scared. There was no noise except the flutter of wings and the charging up of the shots...

Until finally... the Red Death fell from the sky. She was going straight down. And you watched as Hiccup and Toothless followed in suit.

——

When the dust... sort of settled, ash filling the air, you all went in to find Hiccup. You all watched him fall, so he had to be in here. Somewhere.

You were walking with Snotlout and the others when you found Toothless curled up on himself. You started to tear up, and looked up at Snotlout, who was trying to look brave, despite the glossy tears building up, but... even through all their petty fighting... Hiccup was his cousin.

You sniffled and shook your head, and saw Spitelout try and put a hand on his shoulder, when Snotlout was nudged by a dragon's snout... his dragon.

He put his arm over him, and you sniffled, leaning against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

Toothless opened up his wing to reveal Hiccup's body and you gasped, tears streaming freely down your face this time...

Until Stoick yelled that he was alive. You cheered and hugged Snotlout, drying your tears. You ran up, and hugged your dad, who laughed and ruffled your hair.

——

It was a busy few days while Hiccup rested, rebuilding Berk and helping people train their dragons. So busy you hadn't had time to really talk to Snotlout outside of helping and occasionally riding with him.

You were standing with your father outside the Chief's house when the door opened. You saw Snotlout rise on his dragon, just to scare Hiccup. When he actually walked out and saw that there was nothing to fear, he smiled. He was beaming.

You watched as Astrid punched him in the shoulder, then kissed him. Then you ran over, and punched his other shoulder.

"Ow! Why is it always violence with you two?!"

"You idiot I thought you died!" You yelled, crossing your arms.

Before you dropped the act and hugged him. He was one of your best friends, he scared you.

"I'm glad you're okay...."

——

"So... um did you name him yet?" You asked.

It was late afternoon, and you were sitting on one of the cliffs with Snotlout, his dragon laying behind you two.

"Yeah... Hookfang. I think it suits him," he mumbled, petting his snout. "My dad doesn't really... like him that much... won't let him inside... or let me build somewhere for him to stay... but I'm gonna anyway..."

"Oh who gives a damn what your father thinks... he's not the brave Viking who got all up in the Red Death's eye, or the one who trained a monstrous nightmare... so I think his opinion is mute," you scoffed, softly petting Hookfang.

Snotlout stared, lovesick. You thought so highly of him even through his cocky and brash attitude... how could anyone not just fall for you?

"Oh you're so cute... I love you s'much you know that? Oh who's a good boy?" You cooed, scratching under the dragon's chin, making him growl lovingly.

Your hand accidentally brushed against Snotlout's and you pulled away, blushing.

Then you remembered what Astrid did today. And damnit, you were brave too! You swallowed the nerves you had growing, and tried to soothe the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath. You had to do this.

"Hey um... remember when I told you you should try again tomorrow?" You asked.

He looked up with a soft blush, nodding. Of course he remembered it. He hadn't stopped thinking about it. The way you described him... it played over and over in his head.

"Well now is tomorrow... if you still-"

"Yes! I-I... yes... I want... that... all of that... you... I like you, Y/N. Will you please-" he started.

You smirked and shoved his shoulder playfully, repeating what you heard Astrid say.

"That... is for scaring me when you fell off..."

"H-hey that's not my- mmmph-"

You pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. One of his hands went to your waist where he pulled you in closer, and the other went up to cup your face. You smiled into the kiss, one hand on his shoulder, the other knocking his helmet off as your fingers threaded into his hair.

He pulled away and laughed, cheeks red. You didn't look any better, with kiss bitten lips.

"... and that's for making me love you."

"Y-you know you're gonna have to kiss me more often now... r-right?"

"Wanna start right now?"

Hookfang blew a ring of smoke around both of you, making you giggle.

"Hey cmon man... I finally got the girl Hookie! And you love Y/N! ... not more than me but-"

A small flame was sent his way.

"Ow! Hookfang!"

You laugh loudly, giving Snotlout a quick peck on the cheek, and Hookfang soft pets.

"There there my big babies... I have enough attention to go around...."

"But I get more cuz I'm your boyfriend, right?"

Flame.

"Ow! Hookfang! For Thor's sake-"

You smiled. Even wider than before as Snotlout started to play wrestle with his dragon. It was chaos... it was stupid... but it was him. And it was home.

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