#but being small and new idek where to start looking

[catsafari25]

Given the fact that the original plan for web of shadows was that Matau would be the one to betray the team, not Vakama, has that au been written because I would love to see that concept explored

[rimunagenius]

And They Were Roomates

☙ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

☙ word count: 2.5k words

☙ warnings: RPF!! use of y/n, not proof read.

☙ ri speaks: I need more kate martin content and i haven’t been fed the specific ones that i need so i must write them to the best of my horrendous abilities. Idek how good this will be…im sorry in advance LMFAO. also this is two thousand five hundred words but it looks a lot shorter….crying

this is also a general announcement that i will indeed be refreshing my blog, so that means new and updated master lists and posts are coming out soon so sorry if you get a spam of rimunagenius on your feed!!

Part 1

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When you first started in Iowa, you never expected the immediate love you recieved from the people there. They were friendly, generous, and so much different from people in California. Especially your roommate, Kate Martin. You had met her shortly after your first day of Junior year. A while after, you two became roomates because you needed more space, and she needed someone to split rent with in her apartment. Sounded like a great deal to both of you.

"You don't mind?" You asked unsure. Not wanting to impose on her, possibly ruining plans with making a deal with her actual teammates.

"No! Not at all! I really like you and you're alot of fun! I'd love for you to move in with me." She beamed at you, giving you a side hug when she saw your expression change. You both were ecstatic.

Since then, you had been living with Kate for almost two years. You two had become inseparable. Always on campus together, meeting up between classes to get coffee or lunch together, sometimes with Caitlin and your other friends. It was great. You were happy with your home away from home.

You had transfered from UC Irvine and decided to pursue your degree and career in sports medicine here in Iowa City. You were one of the new athletic trainees and ocassionly a photographer; your previous major was in photography and Lisa and the administration had really loved your resume and work, so they hired you as a part time (barely) photographer, for whenever they wanted more shots than what they usually wanted or a fill in.

Currently, you were needed in the Carver stadium to help record a mic’d up practice session for the team. It was for the Iowa Hawkeye Youtube channel. You had experience because you too had a youtube channel that you started when you first transferred to Iowa. So you had told Lisa and the coaches that you’d be able to film it.

“Hey, Gabbie!” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, approaching Kate’s cubby to set your stuff down. Kate telling you this morning before she left that you could put your stuff with hers.

“Hey, girlie! So guess what?” You and Gabbie loved to gossip. It was so much fun and it started when you were redoing the tape on her ankles, and she looked down so you asked her about it, and since then, you both have told eachother whatever gossip you had.

“Oh my god, what?” You took your sweater out of your bag, the locker room being chilly, so you could imagine the court.

“So that boy Nick in my econ class, totally asked about you today. I didn’t want to crush his hopes and dreams but I did say you weren’t his type.” She took a seat next to where you were standing to put her shoes on.

“Wait, the boy I said would so be my type if he was a girl? That Nick?” You laughed because he was really nice and such a sweet guy but he just wasn’t a girl. Men are pretty but only to look at.

“Yes!”

“How’d he take it?” This guy has asked you out once before but you just said you weren’t looking to date. Probably should’ve elaborated on that one.

“But he asked me “Oh, who is? Does he go here?” And I was like,” she paused to reenact the face she made. “I said it too fast so I didn’t have time to say “Oh, It’s long distance or something” sooo I don’t know.” She rambled and just pulled her hair into a small ponytail.

“What do you mean? That made no sense, Gab.” You were confused. She looked guilty of something but you didn’t want to pressure her but you also really wanted to know what she had said about you to Nick.

“I kinda sorta said you had a girlfriend already, and he took that as ‘Oh, she’s dating her roommate Kate Martin’ because he said he supposedly sees you guys together everywhere.” She meant well. It really wasn’t her fault that Nick totally misread the situation.

“Oh shit.” Your jaw dropped. You thought it was awkward but now it went full fledged horrendous. You were already out, and anyone who followed your insta would’ve saw it in your stories, so you weren’t worried about that but you were worried for Kate.

“So what do we do about the fact that a random kid on campus thinks your dating Kate?”

“Ok wait, i’m actually scared. Like how do you think Kate will take it?” You were talking to Gabbie and immediately knew you fucked up by seeing the expression on her face.

“How will I take what?” Kate walked in, hair down, dressed in her practice uniform, and sat on the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized that you sat down with Gabbie. Lost in the conversation and frenzy of the new mess that could possibly affect yours and Kate’s social life dramatically.

“I’m just gonna…” Gabbie got up, and walked out, meeting the others outside on the court.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a minute.” You said to the girl before turning to Kate. You had caught her up on the lore behind you and Nick, if you could even call this one sided infatuation lore. Now you just had to tell her the problem. “So Gabbie tried to tell him that I was already seeing some girl. But Nick jumped to this whole conclusion that me and you were together.”

You watched her face. Looking for any sort of negative reaction. Waiting for her to blow up on you. “Oh.”

“And when Gabbie tried to say it wasn’t you and that were just friends, and that my supposed girlfriend lives in California, he got up and left. So it may be possible that the whole Iowa college campus will assume we’re together.” You played with your fingers as you watched her some more. Still waiting for her explosion.

“I mean, I don’t mind. He sounded weird so if it keeps the guy away from you, i’m okay with being the ‘pretend’ girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing her shoes from behind you, your chair sitting right infront of the cubby that belonged to her:

“Kate. Are you sure? This is so random and so strange and I would totally get it if your uncomfortable.” You wanted it to be clear that this situation could go away if she was uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable you’d go on a date with him and just tell him it won’t work after. It’d be bad for you if he goes around saying rude things but you couldn’t care less about people you don’t know. You just wanted to make sure Kate wasn’t the one feeling weird.

“Yeah, I mean—I don’t have to kiss you in public, right? I feel like that’s overstepping a boundary we have not thought about setting.”

“No, Kate. You do not have to kiss me in public. Wait so you’d kiss me in private?” You looked at the girl, now fully joking around as you wiggled your eyebrows and laughed.

“Oh yeah for sure.” Kate made a funny face while nodding her head before grabbing her water and standing up. You following behind to get this practice and video recording started.

“Oh, and your getting mic’d up today. I don’t know if Coach Lisa told you.” You say as you both walk onto the court.

You and Kate had showered, separately unfortunately, and sat on the couch. You had been trying to convince her the whole way home from practice to watch New Girl. She agreed after ten excruciating minutes of your nagging.

You were deciding to pick the snack you wanted, grabbing M&Ms you bought at the store yesterday, snickers, chips, and popcorn. You wanted to watch as many episodes as possible because you both started school late tomorrow and it was an off day for practice.

“What are these practices anyways? Are they like preseason workouts to get back in shape or?” You watched Kate as she picked her snacks.

“Yeah. Basically. We’re technically only allowed to goof off a little during those ones.” Kate laughed, referring to the mic’d up practice today. Coach Lisa usually wants a more focused and intimate space during the actual season. “Oh my. What if we just kill this whole tub of Neapolitan ice cream?” Kate took it out of the freezer and suddenly all your snack choices went back to the cabinets.

“Ou deal, Martin.” You grabbed two spoons before making your way to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the backrest, and throwing it over you both. You both settled and got comfy ready to start the marathon of New Girl.

You were both sitting in silence after you decided to just do a highlight reel of episodes since you weren’t going to force Kate to watch multiple seasons. "Are you excited for this upcoming season? Your last season?" You asked as you looked to your right. Kate was seated next to you while you both decided to disregard bowls and just eat the ice cream straight from the tub. She held the tub as you both dug what you wanted out of it. She shoved more ice cream into her mouth and she smiled and nodded her head.

"I am. Just scared and sad." She said somewhat incoherently due to not having swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. You nodded your head. You had already adapted to the Kate language. When she talked while yawning, mouth full, her body language, and her facial expressions. Not many people were fluent like you, and you were actually proud to be one of the people. So you understood exactly what she meant. You saw everything else she was feeling just by the look in her eye and the shape of her lips.

But you also felt sad for her too. You’d both be a sixth-year, grad students, in a couple months. This year bigger for her more than you. This year being her last and final run in her collegiate career. This was huge. You both knew this but wanted to focus on the nicer aspects. You and the girls would support her and be her friend even if she decided to never touched a basketball again. You guys were for life.You didn’t play, so you felt there was nothing you thought you could say other than just being her friend.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart." You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. A small comforting hug, atleast a hug at which this position provided, and kissed the top of her head. You only used terms of endearment like this in small, comforting, intimate moments. You felt this was the right time. "I'll be here for you, and you have the girls. We’ll back you in whatever you do, outside of basketball and school. You can’t ever get rid of us if you tried. But I will give you all the support and all the ice cream you can eat right now." You smiled at the blonde. You both stared at eachother, a little too long, “We are not beating the supposed ‘girlfriend’ allegations right now, Martin.” She bursted out laughing. You not far behind.

"But seriously, thanks shortie." She said as she patted your knee, right before she lost it again and laughed out loud. You immediatey cringed at the name, and pushed her away from you.

"OH! my god! Immediately no, Kate." You laughed again, half embarassment and half amusement. "That is not funny. You sound like a frat boy." That earned another snort laugh from Kate.

"You're right. I'm sorry." You side-eyed her. Pulling the blanket a little closer to you. Scooting over the tiniest bit over to feign anger and hurt. Still managing to catch her movement through your peripheral.

"Bro, I'm not even that much shorter than you. Just short three inches." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, turning back to the episode where Jess and Nick kiss eachother for the first time. Your favorite episode.

"Yes, I know. I know how you feel about my short jokes. I almost cried when you ignored me for three and a half days." Kate chuckled as she looked to you her smile dropping, a frown forming when you still didn't acknowledge her. "Oh, come on, y/n. Don't ignore me again, please! I was kidding." She asked you while chuckling nervously, she asked you two more times, when that didn’t work she insisted on poking you for a two minutes straight.

"Okay, Kate. I forgive you. Now shush, my favorite part is coming up." You kept your eyes on the screen and tried to reach for your spoon in the tub. Your fingers reaching everywhere but your spoon. "Kate can you help me please?"

"Yes, but haven't you already seen this show like eight-billion times?" She grabbed a spoon, whichever one was closest, forgetting which one was which, and scooping a good spoonful, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth and took the ice cream happily.

"Thank you, you big teddy bear. God's gift, I'm telling you." You said as you watched the best scene on sitcom TV about to unfold.

"Im just going to pretend you're talking about me and not your show." Kate whispered. "You're welcome, pretty." She said louder so you could hear.

That got your attention. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard come out of her mouth and directed to you before; she's called you pretty multiple times when you had asked if the outfit you were wearing out looked good or if the makeup you put on was good for this dinner a girl you were seeing on and off wanted to take you out to. But she's never once used it in this context. You got a nervous feeling in your stomach, something you recognized as butterflies for sure. Fighting the urge to smile at the compliment, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. Fighting the thoughts you had about her.

It was something new but this one thing…this you weren't going to get used to. You guys were best friends and just roomates. You can't feel anyway about this.You decided to ignore it and take it as a compliment in the moment to make up for the short joke. It definitely wasn’t something serious as you were making.

"I was talking about both of you. The TV and you, Kit-Kate." You put your arm around her shoulder and continued to watch the show. Watching the scene you had been waiting for all night to play. “This was the best cinematic experience I have ever had.” You whispered, now reaching for the spoon again for some ice cream.

Kate beating you to it, already having got another spoonful for you, feeding it to you like she did a couple of seconds ago. You smiled and thanked her before you both decided to cut the show, and search for a movie of both your choosing this time.

[shawtuzi]

happy friday lovelies!!! here’s a little plug!eren drabble that’s been sitting in the drafts for idek how long it’s kinda inspired by ari fletchers cooking show lmao i love her

cw include: black coded reader, reader is a youtuber, some swearing, nothing too explicit mostly fluff, drug usage (they’re making edibles lol)

“is my hat straight renny?” you asked adjusting the chef hat on your head for the umpteenth time. eren hummed and tilted the hat a little to the left before giving you a grin, “yep it’s straight now hurry up and start this shit.” you rolled your eyes and quickly ran over to the camera to turn it on. today was a very special video because you were finally going to introduce eren to your thousands of followers!!! and what better way to do that than to have him do his favorite thing with you which is baking ofc. you cleared your throat before speaking, “hello my honey bunches welcome back to my channel! you may be wondering why i have this on,” you pointed to the chef hat, “and that’s because today we’re gonna be baking!! but not just any regular ol’ treats…they’re gonna be infused” you sent a sly wink to the camera making eren chuckle.

he couldn’t help but watch in awe as you talked to your viewers with such enthusiasm like you weren’t running on three hours of sleep and a starbucks strawberry lemonade refresher. “today i won’t be baking alone though i have a very special guest joining me,” you grabbed eren gently by the wrist and pulled him into the frame. eren sent a little wave to the camera muttering out a ‘sup’. you turned to him narrowing your eyes when you noticed he was missing a very important part of his outfit, “umm where’s your hat?” eren groaned throwing his head back like a toddler, “please don’t make me wear it it’ll give me hat hair.” you put your hand on your hip and gave eren the look and within seconds he was putting the chefs hat on with a dramatic huff.

you clapped your hands together and gave the camera a warm smile, “now that we have on the proper attire we can get started! today we’re gonna start simple and make some super yummy infused rice krispy treats, eren and i have already made our ‘butter’ and if you would like to know how to make that let me know in the comment section!” eren held up a small container showing the ‘butter’ to the viewers. “look how good this shit looks how could they not wanna know how to make it? make sure y’all comment down below or else,” you shook your head letting out a sigh, “eren please don’t threaten the viewers.”

eren kissed his teeth before setting the container down, “what’s the first step mama?” he asked leaning against the counter. “first things first we’re going to preheat our stove, eren already preheated ours so—” you stopped dead in your tracks when you realized the stove was in fact not hot. you turned to eren who was whistling and looking at the floor, “eren…” you spoke calmly tapping your manicured fingers against the marble counter. “yes?” he asked giving you them damn puppy dog eyes. “why isn’t the stove preheated? i asked you to do it before we started,” eren was prepared to give you the excuse of a lifetime but you stopped him as soon as the words ‘well what had happened was’ left his mouth.

“ah geez okay well while we wait for the stove to get hot let me tell you a little about my co star here. for those of you who are new here or don’t follow me on insta this is my boyfriend eren! we’ve been together about three years and they’ve been the best years of my life it’s never dull moment with him,” you got on the tips of your toes to give eren’s cheek a kiss making him smile. “he usually stays behind the scenes when i do my videos but today volunteered to join me,” eren laughed a little too loud and you turned to him raising an eyebrow. “what’s so damn funny?” you asked cocking your head to the side. eren put his hand on his hip like he’s seen you do so many times before speaking, “if by volunteered you mean being held against my will to do this then i totallyyyy volunteered.” you slapped his chest making him let out a dramatic whine, “i would like to set the record straight that he is not being held against his will please don’t call paw patrol yall he’s fine.”

after a few more minutes of playful banter between the two of you the stove was finally hot enough to begin baking. eren grabbed the camera and focused in on you but not before holding it veryyyy close to your forehead, “are you having fun ren?” you asked and he nodded with a smile on his face. you let out another loud sigh before getting back to the task at hand. “okayyy first thing we’re gonna do is add our ‘butter’ now don’t be stingy with it but also don’t put a whole lot in there unless you wanna be holding onto the ground for dear life,” you put about two scoops of the faux butter into the pot.

“now just let it melt and when it’s all melted we’re gonna add these!” you held up a bag of pink and white marshmallows when you noticed someone had already gotten into them. “boy you’ve got to be kidding me,” eren couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated look on your face. “i had the munchies don’t be mad there’s still enough,” you grabbed a handful of marshmallows out of the bag and threw them at eren. you muttered out a ‘okay biggums’ to which eren responded by giving your ass a quick smack. “i heard that shit don’t call me biggums,” you waved him off before walking back to the pot of melted butter.

“alrighty now that our ‘butter’ has melted let’s add some marshmallows!” you poured a decent amount into the pot but not before popping a few in your mouth. “oh you can eat some but i can’t?” eren asked zooming the camera in on your face. you kissed your teeth and shook your head, “your greedy ass got into them before we even started the video i don’t wanna hear nun!” eren turned the camera to himself with a the fakest pout you’ve ever seen on his face, “y’all see how she treats me? she might actually hate me.”

“mhm…okay anyways now we’re gonna slowly mix the butter and marshmallows together until completely smooth,” you grabbed a rubber spatula and began mixing the marshmallows and butter together. eren had gotten so wrapped up in watching you mix he didn’t even realize the camera was now pointed at the ground giving your viewers a nice shot of his pink crocs with sanrio gibbits. “um eren” you spoke breaking him out of his trance. “all my viewers are getting is shot of your big ass feet,” eren let out a quiet ‘oh shit’ before pointing the camera back to you. “well it’s too late i’m already done mixing!” you threw your hands up in defeat. eren pointed the camera back to his crocs, “well as long as i got the camera on them y’all can’t tell me these muhfuckas ain’t hard. we need to normalize men liking sanrio!” eren was possibly the worst cameraman in history.

you grabbed the camera pointing it back to you, “anywayssss now let’s add the rice krispies. the most efficient way to do it without spillage is using a measuring cup,” you added three cups of the cereal to the pot. you turned the oven on low before beginning to mix the ingredients together, “eren it’s getting a little hard to mix, you mind taking over?” eren let out a hum before handing you the camera. “this is the most important part you really wanna get that shit mixed in well,” eren said matter of factly. “then when it’s done we’re gonna bring it over here and pour it into this pan,” eren walked over to the glass dish you had already set out and began to slowly scoop the rice krispy treats onto it.

you set the camera back up and quickly scurried to eren’s side, wrapping your arm around his waist. “we’re gonna let these cool for just a few minutes until then why don’t we answer some questions from the subscribers!” you pulled out your phone and opened your notes app, “eren doesn’t know this but i posted on my sorry a while ago and asked you guys to send in some questions for a potential q&a and that potential q&a is happening right now!” eren grabbed the bag of marshmallows and leant against the counter, “ask me anything you want i’m an open book.”

“the first question is: ‘how did you guys meet?’” eren looked at the ceiling in thought before speaking, “i was selling a particular product she was interested in…i thought she was really pretty so i threw in a little extra and the rest was history.” you swooned when you thought of how you met eren for the first time. it’s insane how intimidating he was the first time you met him now he refers to himself an a “sanrio boy”. “next question is: how did you know you liked me?’”

the corners of eren’s mouth lifted up as he thought of his answer. “well we were at a block party one weekend and i was her ‘date’ everything was going fine till i saw some tool tryna cuddle up to her,” you hunched over in laughter remembering the terrified look on the poor guys face when eren approached him. “to make a long story short i beat his ass, did some reflecting on why i did that, and soon enough i made y/n mine and only mine. next question!” eren popped a couple marshmallows in his mouth obviously proud with his answer.

“okay okay last question for right now: ‘what’s one ick you both have towards each other?’” before eren could open his mouth you piped up with a quick ‘me first!’ eren rolled his eyes popping another handful of marshmallows in his mouth. “my ick is how ugly your feet are,” eren nearly choked on the marshmallows when he heard your answer. “excuse me?!” he yelled tossing the marshmallows aside. you pulled your lips into a line looking in the other direction, “baby you know i think you’re the most gorgeous man on the planet….but your feet are hideous they literally make me nauseous.” eren quickly snatched up the camera and was about to kick off his crocs and socks but you took the camera back just as fast setting it back up, “you are not about to scar my viewers no way sir. now go ahead and tell me you’re ick let’s get this shit over with.”

eren huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “i was gonna say i had no ick for you but now that you’ve talked shit on my feet i’m gonna have to say my ick for you is how loud you snore!” you gasped at eren’s words your mouth dropping open. “i do nawt snore,” you growled balling your hands into fists. “yeah yeah whatever you say i’m surprised such a loud obnoxious sound can come from someone so cute and cuddly,” you were about to rebuttal but instead you shook your head and calmly got back to the task at hand.

“now that our rice krispy treats are nice and cool now it’s time for the best part: tasting it!” you grabbed a knife and cut out two pieces for you and eren. eren reached to grab one but you quickly pulled your hand away narrowing your eyes, “take back what you said about my snoring.” eren scoffed and got reallll up in your face you couldn’t believe how much audacity he had! “i’ll take that back as soon as you take back the feet comment” you both stared at each other before eren surprisingly broke first. “fine fine! i take it back just gimme the damn treat,” you have him the rice krispy treat and a nice little kiss on the cheek. “isn’t he just the sweetest guys,” you smiled giving eren another kiss on the cheek.

“let’s bite in synch okay one…two…eren!” you were absolutely dumbfounded when eren had taken a massive bite before you even got to three. “these are good nice job baby,” he said with a mouthful of the delicious treat. you took a bite muttering out a ‘thanks’, they were in fact very delicious. so delicious you both ate another and then split one. “we’re gonna take a quick break and we will report back to you when the treats have done their thing!” you turned off the camera and let out a loud sigh when you realized how much editing you had to do meanwhile eren seemed to be in good spirits.

“i think that went well hm?” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist, giving your forehead a sweet kiss. “do you know how much editing i’m gonna have to do renny? i hateee editing,” you pouted nuzzling your face into his chest. eren shook his head and cupped your face with his hands, gently stroking your cheeks. “let’s not worry about that right now let’s focus on how fucked up we’re about to be we ate probably more than we should’ve,” he said glancing at the half eaten pan of edibles. “oof you’re right let’s worry about that later.”

about two hours later you and eren had somehow ended up on the living room floor both completely blazed out of your minds. “eren….” you mumbled craning your neck to look at him. “y/n…” he said back turning his head to look at you. you cracked a small smile and suddenly both of you burst into a fit of laughter. “we…we gotta finish the video baby,” you giggled sitting up. eren groaned before sitting up as well but as soon as he got up he stumbled and fell flat on his face, “m’gonna lay here a minute.” you gave eren’s ass a smack before getting up, making your way to the camera.

“well besties as you can see those treats clearly worked,” you said zooming in on your bloodshot eyes. you then turned the camera to eren whose face was still smushed into the carpet, “actually they worked a little too well.” you turned the camera back to yourself letting out a small yawn, “well until then stay tuned for my next video i can’t quite remember what it is right now so i guess it’ll be a surprise when i post! catch y’all on the flip side!” you turned the camera off and tossed it on the counter before collapsing next to eren. “good work sweetums,” you mumbled to which he replied with a muffled ‘you too sexy’.

[evieismol]

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Big Bend

Summary: A park ranger from another planet gets a job working on Earth, with one not so small issue that sets him apart from his human coworkers - He's 218' tall. Matters get more complicated when he finds himself falling for a human girl.

Content warnings: language, fearplay, angst, vore mentions, mentions/descriptions of past abuse (individual chapters on here contain chapter specific cw at top as well)

A/N: I originally started writing this story back in 2021. After a long hiatus and losing large portions of the original plot outline/story I decided to rewrite it as of the summer of 2024. If you'd like to read the 20 odd chapters of the first version, links to them are here and they're still up on my wattpad as well. Everything else below pertains to the new version.

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Main Series - updates weekly on Fridays!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

One shots

Roadtrips, portals, and other things (like being 3 inches tall) - one shot based on a dream I had, 2 friends find out their other friend is magical and from another realm. And also a black market antique dealer?

Cw: n/a

Caught - first meeting one shot where a fairy meets (and is caught) by a human while looking for supplies

Cw: light fearplay, fairy caught by human (isn't harmed)

Criminal Minds g/t one shot - some of the bau is mysteriously shrunk when trying to find a kidnapping victim idek

Cw: languages, references to Canon typical violence

One off finished/rendered art pieces

Roadtrips, portals, and other things (like being 3 inches tall) illustration

Cw: n/a

When your fairy girlfriend comes to visit you from the woods

Cw: n/a

[jackinalex]

we need a detailed play-by-play of red rocks and the bottle signing to keep the vibe positive please! so sick of people nitpicking the guys!

I'll ask Torri for a play-by-play of the bottle signing!

Lord, idek where to start with an entire red rocks play-by-play. For me, the highlights were (under a cut bc it's so long):

-the very expansive setlist (shameless, stay awake, jasey rae, the girl's a straight-up hustler, vegas!!!!!) - even if some of them were mixes, it was still good to hear even a piece of them

-the set, design, fx, and the like

-JALEX KISSING ON THE MOUTH DUH

-Alex saying "do you want me, JACK" during do you want me

-ART OF THE STATE PLAYING DURING A SET CHANGE

-Alex messing up and giggling during Good Times. He also said he hears it in the grocery store all the time and honestly me too baby.

-red rocks in general. it was so fucking gorgeous and insane. i can't even explain it.

-how happy and grateful all four of the guys were (and dan!)

-how literally everyone there knew every single word to every single word (except for maybe a few stragglers)

-I finally got to hear Afterglow live and Alex was STUNNING during it. The lights and fx were so goddamn pretty, but not as pretty as Alex.

-Dancing with a Wolf!!!! And Alex getting on his knees during it.

-Jack running through the crowd early on in the show (BUT NOT TOWARD ME tf)

-Piano Kids in the Dark was surprisingly pretty.

-Alex fully looking like a member of the village people in his wifebeater and orange hat.

-Alex saying happy pride! before Glitter & Crimson

-Jack making everyone sing My Heart WIll Go On and annoying the SHIT out of Alex. Then them bantering about Celine Dion. Idk why but it was so funny. Reminiscent of the old days. Jack also sang his own made up verse and it was so stupid, but it was cute. "Aaaaand I'm so fucking drunk with youuuuuu."

-The Basement Noise slideshow (I'd seen it before but it made me cry again).

-Jack's guitar being in the wrong key and him saying NOPE before Sick Little Games lmaooooo. He was also drunk toward the end of the show and so silly.

-Zack and Rian just being adorable together in the rhythm section, like always.

-Shouting out Rian's mom and stepdad :')

-Jalex drinking English Blood straight from the bottle.

-Jack dancing like a doofus during New Religion.

-THE OTHER SIDE!!!! The gc favorite from Tell Me I'm Alive. I finally got to see it live and Alex put his arm around Jack during it (and you know what? I think it might be a where clover whitens song).

-Jalex hugging after they finished the Celine Dion bullshit.

-Jack running to get Dan when Alex was announcing everyone and dragging him back holding his hand.

-THE RETURN OF THE GUITAR THROW (granted it's rusty) and Jack dancing during Dear Maria too lol.

-Alex dancing to I Wanna Dance With Somebody ofc (even though I only got to see a little bit of it)

I think my one complaint is that they cut Once in a Lifetime when it was ON THE SETLIST. That's one of my favorites of all time and I don't understand why they cut it unless it was for time. Calm Down was RIGHT THERE, guys!! Anyway, it was amazing and I had the best time, but I still prefer small venues. I've gotten spoiled to being at barricade or barrier and not being super close to them makes the experience so much different.

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Heyoo!!

Gimme some advice? Im gonna start college in a few months and ive pretty much been a loner since covid AND I WANNA CHANGE THAT. Ive fucked up a handful of friendships and im not gonna do it now!!! Can you gimme some advice on how to make/keep good friendships? OR just tell me how you usually do it uk? Also you should know im very very shy and introverted and quiet.

In my previous friendships, i always meant well for them but it never came off(?) the way i intended it to be. I still care for them very much.

Also the reason im asking you this is because i think you're really cool and you're probably a really good friend🤭

SORRYYY FOR THE BIG MESSAGE AHHH

i didnt realise i was rambling.

Anewayss, ptp really makes me feel all🙈🙈🙈 cause i had a fantasy where i fall in love with my neighbour with the lil romantic things like him sliding a letter down my door, flirting in the elevator, and then us getting married and then making our 2 apartments one😍

Take care of yourself:)) I love you MWAH💋

-🦏

omo this is a very relatable question but i love giving advice so i’ll do my best!!!

i’ll have u know that i used to be kinda introverted too, especially when i started college, i was honestly scared of making friends (idek how i did it) but i think it honestly has to do with how you present yourself.

i know you said that you’re introverted but first impressions are honestly REALLY important. if you come off as closed off and unapproachable, people will treat you like it. it’s definitely easier said than done, but try to come off as approachable and welcoming as you can? not overbearing e.g. smiling too much that it becomes weird, but idk just seem like you’re WILLING to make new friends.

on that note, i’d also advice to look for people you think you’d get along with. you’re going to a new college, majority of the people there will be in search of new friend groups anyways. you could look for people in your class and see which ones you think you’d get along with and approach them with small talk (i’d say find something to compliment them about, that’s how i got approached on the second day, me and that friend are still friends till now lol) (the way he approached me was like “i think you and me would be great friends” AND I WAS SOLD, YOU SHOULD TRY THIS). try making friends in your class especially!!

friendships last longer when you show your appreciation for them! figure out what your love language is. if you’re a touchy person, you could initiate hugs and be more affectionate. but since you’re shy i’d say you could use words of affirmations more e.g letting them know how much you like spending time with them and how they’re a great friend. or even quality time and suggest hanging out more or message them regularly. i’d also say figure out what your friend’s love language is and take that into consideration.

honestly, being shy should never be an issue when it comes to friendships. good friendship are able to work around those qualities of yours and still make it work. despite me advising to be more confident, don’t think that being shy is bad!!!! i honestly believe that you will find people who will truly appreciate you :) i feel flattered that you think i’m cool and would be a good friend :D i tbink what makes ppl get along w me is my so called unique character lmaooo i’ve been called that a lot, i’m sure your unique character can get people to like you too :)

ANYWAYSSS I WILL SOOO USE THAT IN THE PLOT OMFGGG YESSS

take care and i hope i made sense lmaooo

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Can't Love You In The Dark (Part III) || Doctor Strange x F!Reader.

Word count: 8K Genre: Light Angst. Happy Ending. Warning: SHORT SEX SCENE. 18+ Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else

A/N:I finally finished this and finally getting it out of my WIPs. It was so hard to write this and idek cekjns. My mushy brain has done it's best.

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“Hi.” Stephen greeted you with kind eyes and a longing expression on his face.

“Hi, Stephen.” You greeted him back with a soft voice, your smile never fading. There was no bitterness or hard tones, your voice felt like the summer breeze on a warm spring day. The little boy stared at Stephen with his blue-green eyes and clung to your neck with his arms.

“It’s really nice to see you.” He chuckled and couldn’t take his eyes off your features, you looked the same but different.

“It’s really nice to see you too.” You smiled, dropping your gaze and looking back up at him, “How have you been, Stephen?” 

“I’ve been missing you so much, every single day.” 

You nodded and let out a nervous chuckle, “This is Finn, by the way.” 

Stephen turned his eyes towards the boy, "Nice to meet you, Finn.” 

In the back of his head, Stephen was doing the maths, he was searching for the probabilities that the child you were holding could be his. He had to be, Stephen could feel it in his veins. Stephen held up his finger, in which the child wrapped his little hands around, and Stephen shook it, “What a polite young man– I didn’t know you were back.”

“Yeah, I have been back for a week, I was planning to come and see you tomorrow, but it seems like the universe had the same plan.” You chuckled and pressed your lips together. 

Stephen nodded, "Yeah, that must be.” 

“Yo (Y/N)! I got food, let’s go.” Jean called out to you, holding a tray of hot food from outside of the rink. You turned your head and looked at Stephen.

“Coming!” You replied, “I’ll visit you in the Sanctum tomorrow, see you, Stephen.” You flashed Stephen another smile before turning to leave towards the other guy.

•••

2 years ago 

You arrived at a small cottage in Switzerland where you were lucky enough to be able to rent for a year from your friend. It was located in the small town of Engelberg near the mountains where you plan to work at a ski resort when winter arrives. For now, you will work in an old friend's bakery. You've always fantasised living a cottage life, with your own garden and crops, it's simple and therapeutic. 

It was a huge step down from being the Director of Orthopaedics back in Metro General Hospital back in New York. 

You started your new life by rearranging the furniture to your liking. Placing the photo frames you brought with you on the shelves. You were blasting your favourite music using your bluetooth speaker while you cleaned with the windows open; to allow the cool breeze to circulate around the home. The next door neighbours were at least one or two kilometres away from you, so loud music was the least of your worries. 

You hummed to Sam Smith's 'How do you sleep?' When the knock you've been expecting finally sounded through your door. You set the broom against the wall and found two of your old friends standing at the door.

Zara screamed as soon as you opened the door and almost tackled you on the floor, "I can't believe that you're here! We haven't seen you in person since our honeymoon in New York! I missed you!" 

Jean cleared his throat, "Hi (Y/N), welcome to Engelberg." He smiled warmly and joined the hug. 

Jean and Zara were exchange students you met in college and have been in contact with ever since. They were also invited to your wedding but because they had a business to run, they couldn't leave it behind. 

"I'm sorry for what happened– Ow!" Jean massaged his arm where Zara elbowed him pretty hard.

"We will not mention anything about that! She came here to heal." The pretty cherry blonde girl squeezed your arms. You chuckled and waved your hand dismissively.

"It's fine. It is what it is." 

Zara pressed her lips together, "Well, I hope you like my granny's old cottage. You didn't have to pay me, you know. If you decide to stay for another year, I will not accept your payment!"

You stifle a laugh, "Alright but I must give you back at least something and I love it here already, to be completely honest."

"Helping us in the bakery is enough, we're so popular in town we need all the help we could get!" Zara winked and crossed her arms proudly.

"That's because we’re the only bakers in town, sweetie." Jean grinned and earned another elbowing from his wife.

•••

1 and a half months later

You couldn't help but notice that despite your healthy diet, your weight increased a few kilos, you checked your tracker app to see if your cycle was soon and you noticed that it's late, very very late. You were too busy enjoying your time in your new environment that you've forgotten to check about it. 

You placed your hand over your lower abdomen and pressed on it gently. There wasn't any bump, so you tried to convince yourself that you're probably having some hormonal imbalance. 

"(Y/N)! I brought some snacks for our movie night!" Zara called out from the kitchen and you came out of the bathroom looking pretty dazed with a messy bun.

"You alright?" Zara asked while taking all the snacks out of a bag. 

"Yeah… there's just something weighing on my mind." You replied truthfully while you sat on the high chair, and laid your head against the table.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Zara asked, now busy putting your drinks into the fridge to cool.

"My period's late…" You sighed, "Like, very very late." 

Zara spun around slowly, "Okay… um, have you seen anyone since you've been here?" She asked, now leaning against the counter as well.

"No. Definitely not. I didn't come here to sleep around…" You sat up with a grimace and shook your head.

"Then do you remember when was the last time you…?" Zara trailed off since you already knew what she meant by that.

You and Stephen broke off the kiss and stared into each other's eyes breathing wildly. Stephen pressed your knees harder into your chest and started thrusting his hips towards you with all of his strength. You raised your pelvis and met each stroke, begging for every inch of him.

"Baby, I'm so close." Stephen moaned breathlessly and hung his head over your shoulders.

"Don't pull out." You demanded and reached for both sides of his hips to prevent him from pulling out and pushing him towards you with every thrust.

"Are you sure?" Stephen asked, beads of sweat appeared on his chiselled chest as he picked up the pace. 

"Mhm."

He began to move his rhythm more assertively, pulling almost all the way out on each stroke before crashing back into you. He drew nearly all the way out one more time and cried out as he plunged deep within you with one last, violent stroke. The sensation of him throbbing and releasing within you drove you to your breaking point, and you erupted into your own powerful rush while writhing under him. 

"Ohh noo," You covered your face, remembering the last time you and Stephen had sex, which was a few days before the wedding. You lightly banged your head on the table and Zara placed her palm below your forehead.

"Let's take a trip to the pharmacy! I'll grab you a coat!"

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ 

Three different brands of pregnancy tests lay face up on the bathroom counter covered with a paper towel to cover up the result. Ten minutes was up and you were dreading to see the results. Zara knocked on the bathroom door to check on you.

"What does it say?" She asked.

You cracked the door open for Zara, "Wanna check with me?" You asked, feeling anxious.

“I would love to!” Zara squealed and allowed herself to squeeze into the bathroom with you, “I take one and you take one, alright?” 

Both of you took one each of the tests while trying your best no to look at the results until after three, “One, Two, Three.” You counted and looked at the result.

Zara gasped and a smile grew on her face, “Oh my goodness, congratulations. You’re going to be–”

“A Mom.” You held the tests in front of you and swallowed the lump on your throat. This was real, this was all very, very real. Your eyes watered since you didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. It felt like up until now Stephen has got a hold of you and that was scaring you.

By the tone of your voice, Zara felt that you weren’t so happy about this and placed a hand over your shoulder, “(Y/N), I could only imagine how you would feel in this situation, but I think this is a gift, you used to never shut up about having a baby and now you got one." Zara tucked your hair behind your ear and gently placed her palm over your cheek, "Breathe, me and Jean got your back… and I think you need to make a few phone calls.” 

Zara passed you your phone and was referring to your parents. You took it hesitantly and stared at your Mother's phone number and pressed call. It rang a couple of times, before she finally picked up the phone.

"Hello, Rose speaking." Her voice sounds tired and sad, like she's been crying and you felt an overflowing amount of guilt because you knew that you were the reason.

"Hi, Mom." 

"(Y/N)?" She asked and you heard your father's voice in the background asking if he was really you.

"Yes. It's me."

You heard her release a sigh of relief, "I'm so glad to hear from you. Are you safe? Are you doing alright?"

Rose didn't want to scold you for running away and making them worried, she saw the hurt you were experiencing because of how much you loved Stephen. She was just happy you decided to contact them.

"I'm safe, I've got really great people looking after me… but I have something important I need to tell you, is dad there? Can you put me on speaker?" You asked.

"Yep, I'm here honey." You heard your father's voice, "What is it?"

"Um… first of all I'm sorry for making you both worry for me, I'm honestly doing great and I'm enjoying my time where I am… however, I've hit a bit of a speed bump." 

"Okay, well we're here if you need anything."

"I just found out that I'm pregnant." 

Rose chuckled while she exchanged looks with Jack, "W-What?"

"I'm having a baby… You're going to be grandparents." You repeated.

Rose placed her hand over her mouth and felt tears of joy welling on her eyes, the same as Jack, "O-oh my gosh… sweetheart, congratulations! How far along are you?"

"Not too far along, I literally just found out now." You glanced at Zara who smiled at you.

"W-well can we come and see you?" Rose asked, hoping you would allow them.

You paused to think for a second, "Yeah, of course… but please keep everything a secret for now, please?"

"No, of course. Anything you want sweetie. We won't tell anyone."

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Present Day

You and Stephen sat opposite each other in his study in the awkward silence that followed the ‘hi’s and how are you’s’, the coffee table being the only thing that puts distance between the both of you. You couldn’t deny that his gaze pierced right through you and you found yourself clearing your throat nervously. 

“So… the reason I’m here.” You began, rubbing your arm to comfort yourself for having to now confront the father of your child.

“Yeah.” Stephen simply said with his deep sounding voice, the kind that anchors your soul.

“Um. After we broke it off and cancelled our marriage, I left for Switzerland,” You paused and Stephen nodded, since he was aware of that already, “After a month of trying to forget you, I wasn’t aware that I was not alone and after all that time… I was already carrying Finn.”

Stephen never said a word and kept nodding, he already knows what’s coming next. He knew all along that his hunch was correct, he is Finn’s father. Stephen was elated to find out that he has a son, especially with you. However, he couldn’t help but feel sad and disappointed that you waited until now to tell him.

“Finn, he’s your son.” You finally spat out and heard Stephen softly exhale a breath, and yet he didn’t say anything. 

Stephen’s pained smile twitched, “I figured. Black hair, blue eyes? Not to mention he looks exactly like me when I was his age. I just wish you could’ve put our differences aside and told me about him from the start.”

Even though he was calm, you could feel the bitterness in his voice. Stephen cleared his throat and stood up to gaze out the window, but all he was doing was hiding the fact that he was on the verge of crying for having to miss the birth of his first child, and probably all of his first milestones. He wanted to ask whether you did it as payback for his mistakes, but he chose not to, because that was unfair on you.

“I want you to be part of Finn’s life, Stephen.” You told him as you remained seated, “That’s if you want to.”

“Of course I want to. I’ve already missed what? One and a half years of his life? But being a part of his life means I need to be part of yours too. The real question is, are you okay with that?” Stephen slightly rotated his body to face you, with hands in his pocket and found a surprised expression in your eyes.

“Sorry I had to ask, because you kept him a secret until now. Did you think so little of me that you thought I wouldn’t want anything to do with him? Because I would trade everything I have to be present at the moment he was born, with you, but you—” took that away from me. Stephen sighed and stopped himself before he got carried away by his emotions and says something he might regret after.

“I was heartbroken Stephen, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to get over you; that the scars would open up when I see you or hear your voice—everything here reminded me of you that’s why I left—”

“And how did running go for you?” He was quick to cut you off, “Hm?”

Tell her everything, be vulnerable towards her. The advice that Jack gave him two years ago echoed in Stephen’s mind.

You didn't know what to say, because when you were in Switzerland, you only learnt to forgive him, not stop loving him but you were oblivious to that and confused your forgiveness as getting 'over' him. He has every right to feel this way for missing the first year of his son. There were many times you attempted to call him but you didn't have the guts, your own pride and your own fear held you back because he will be part of your life permanently once you tell him about Finn.

Stephen sighed when he didn’t hear an answer from you and also disappointed at himself for holding himself back for being vulnerable towards you, again. 

"Can I see him?" Stephen asked instead.

"Of course. We're staying at my parent's house. Come with me." You snapped your head up at his question and invited him over at your parents, where Jean and Zara are also staying.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ 

You and Stephen walked through the portal and got surprised stares from everyone that was in the living room. Jean, who is a big fan of Stephen, dropped his jaw and knocked over the jenga tower, making Finn giggle. 

"Stephen!" Jack, who was playing with Finn on the floor, got up and gave Stephen a hug, "Long time no see. We're so glad to see you." 

Stephen returned a smile towards Jack and patted the older man's back, "Likewise, Jack."

"Can you guys give us a moment please?" You asked everyone and kindly obliged and headed into the kitchen all at the same time. Zara, who was now also pregnant, smiled at you and squeezed your hand as she walked past.

You led Stephen to Finn who was playing on the floor with blocks, you carefully sat on the floor with him and Finn smiled at you, "Mommy!" 

"Yes, hi honey." You greeted him, an instant bright smile appearing in your face. Stephen sat next to you with crossed legs feeling nervous about how Finn is going to react, "There's someone who wants to meet you. Someone who's very important, so~ can we stop playing with blocks for a few minutes please?" You gently asked Finn who obediently put the blocks down, shyly glancing at Stephen from time to time.

Finn stood up on his feet and went to you for a hug, his fingers in his mouth as you gently rotated him around to face Stephen, "This man," You patted down Finn's pointed hairs and rubbed his back for comfort and encouragement, "His name is Stephen and he's your Dad, do you want to say hi?" 

Finn hummed and nodded, his body swaying while staring at the man who looked exactly just like him. To a little toddler like himself, Stephen looked big and intimidating, especially when he wasn't smiling, "Daddy?" Finn asked and pointed at Stephen.

You nodded and Stephen broke into a smile and nodded, "Yeah, bud. It's Daddy."

"Say hi, do you want to give him a hug?" Finn kept swaying his little body while nodding but hesitated to go towards Stephen. 

You noticed Stephen’s closed off body language and mouthed to him to open his arms towards the boy.  Open your arms.

Stephen opened his arms towards Finn and smiled at him, "Look, he also wants a hug, go give him the Finn bear hug." You pointed at Stephen and encouraged the boy to go to him. The boy started to walk and when Stephen folded his fingers to beckon him, Finn ran and crashed into Stephen's chest, his little arms too small to go around so he clung onto Stephen's shirt instead. 

Stephen folded his protective arms around his son, and his big hands held the back of Finn's head in place as Stephen hung his head down the child's little shoulders, getting a whiff of his scent which had a hint of you. At that moment his heart felt so full of love that he didn't know he had and this fuzzy feeling of his son being in his arms made him tear-up. Stephen kissed the side of Finn’s head and squeezed him gently.

You smiled and wiped your own tears before they fell. You felt genuinely happy for Stephen after finally meeting his boy, you always had this image of him in your mind towards your children.

Finn could hear his father sniffling and looked up at the man, reaching for his face and wiping his tears, "Daddy sad?" 

Stephen smiled at the boy's perceptiveness and shook his head, "No. I'm happy." He looked at you, "Extremely happy."

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Stephen watched by the doorway as you tuck your son carefully to sleep, whispering 'I love you' into his ear before planting a soft kiss on his forehead. He appeared pensive as he stared at you, he thought being a mother suited you very well and he imagined having a moment just like this with you, but he never imagined it as both of you being separated.

But, This. This is what he wanted, he felt complete by finally having you and Finn around. Stephen had plenty of time practising what he was going to say in case you came back but now that you're here, his mind goes blank. 

"He's out like a light, I think he's still getting used to the time difference." You stood up straight, glancing at Stephen, noticing the way he was looking at you filled with unspoken emotions, like he already has the whole world in front of him. You quickly snapped your head away from him, refusing to take on the effect that was washing over you.

"Stop looking at me with eyes like that." Says you while you unconsciously bite your bottom lip, looking down.

"Like what?" 

You shrug, he was getting you to look at him again and you felt him shift his position by the door, "I-I don't know." 

You couldn't find the words because the way he was looking at you, it just made you feel. He was trouble. You're in trouble. You knew the second you indulge yourself with his presence you'd be wanting to chase that rush. You still want him—no, you never stopped loving him.

"Should I put the words into your mouth?" He asks, he sounded really keen on describing it.

"You'd better be going, Stephen. It's late." You say, trying to dig your way out of this. You walked past Stephen into the upstairs hallway since the conversation might wake up the kid. Stephen closed the door behind him and spun around to face you. It would be worse to lead Stephen on, especially when you don't plan on staying in New York. You've adjusted quite well in your new life and were able to convert your Doctor's licence to Switzerland. 

He sighed, "Right, OK then." He sounded a bit sad, he really seemed to want to stay a bit longer, "I wanted to ask you something, sorry but I overheard your little chat with Rose. Are you really not here to stay for good? Why?"

"You heard that…" you muttered and trailed off, Stephen seemed to be regarding you intently, with the same pensive look which never left his features, "And I said please, stop looking at me…"

"... with eyes like that." finishes Stephen and adds, "You don't have to tell me if you don't

want to."

"No, no. I've been meaning to tell you, I was just finding the right timing." You say briskly. It occured to you, at this moment, that you will very likely not see Stephen again. And by seeing him, you meant forcing yourself to close your heart on the idea of getting back together with him. You pretty much were already implying that you had no interest in getting back with him since you're choosing to live somewhere far away, "But you can always easily see Finn, right? You got that magic portal."

You look at Stephen, half expecting him to laugh or shake his head, but he just smiles at you, that artless luminous smile which makes him unexpectedly appealing; he seems so radiant that you had to stop yourself leaning unthinkingly forward, as though you might stretch out and warm yourself on him. Apart from taking your arm on occasion when you guided him, he has never touched you, never even tried to hold your hand, but now he leans forward himself, and places his warm palm over your upturned forearm.

"I can't say I'm happy to hear that and I'm not really in a position to stop you but…" he says, brushing the skin on your wrist very gently with his thumb, "I really wish you'd stay, (Y/N). Because it's different when you're here. I wish you knew how much it destroyed me when you left. Every day without seeing you feels like living a lifetime without happiness. I miss you. Stay." 

You're taken aback by the sudden intimacy of his touch, and something unidentifiable rushes through your chest as he makes the gesture. You were forced to take a deep breath as Stephen hovered over you, his body near enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from it. You couldn't turn away from the pleas he was making with his eyes; they were like a magnet, particularly as his fingers closed in on yours, and you felt yourself being swallowed whole by him. Your chest tightened, and a blush of heat spread over your face as a result of your clenched heart.

"I can't imagine myself in love with someone else, I really can’t and I wish I could elaborate the depths of what I feel but you already know I'm not good at communicating it." He says and yet there you were in front of him, battling the impulse to kiss the man and simply reassure him that everything is going to be okay. You were tempted to give in, but at the same time, you wanted to put your own needs first for a change.

"I'm happy with where I am now, Stephen." You told him the truth, but he didn't respond; he just attempted to gaze deeper into your eyes, maybe searching for a trace of self-deception. As he couldn't find it, he just removed his hands from yours, and you nearly felt yourself wince when his fingers left yours. You are happy, but that does not mean that your love for him has dwindled in any way.

"Okay." He spoke gently, his voice was nearly as soft as the touch that had just left you. There was an awkward pause followed by complete silence. In Stephen’s point of view, it just dawned on him that you've probably moved on from him because you haven't responded to him at all, each time the subject was about between you and him, you change the subject or give a vague reply. 

Stephen cleared his throat, "It's really over for you isn't it? You're going to ask me to do the impossible and move on from you… aren't you?" Sniffling and chuckling in unison, he turned away from you, brushing away the tears that had slid into his inner eyes while he chewed on his bottom lip to keep them from spilling.

"S-Stephen…I–" 

"Aren't you?" 

You were stunned by the unexpected rawness in his emotions, a side you've never seen before, and it left your mouth drained of words. This man was desperate not to lose you for the second time around. Even if your head was in a total state of disarray, your body looked to be in a placid posture.

"I understand that even if I say sorry, it will not change anything. (Y/N), I regret nothing more in my life than what I have done to you, and if you can’t forgive me that’s justifiable. I was wrong, foolish, and immature, and you do not deserve the pain and grief I have caused you, but it pains my heart to think of a life without being able to see your face, speak to you, to hold you, to kiss you…" 

Those eyes stared at you with the greatest sincerity, his bottom lip quivered as he spoke, his voice was a touch gravelly owing to the thickness inside of his oesophagus, and his shoulders sank in resignation. Tears had filled your vision, making it difficult to see clearly. You could feel the barriers you created swaying, but your fear held them in place.

“I’ve forgiven you a long time ago Stephen, but it’s the aftermath of it all… it’s left me in fear that I will lose myself if I ever love again, because when I did; loving you, pleasing you was all I knew, I gave my everything to you, and ripped myself bare and in exchange of that I lost myself… and I’m not blaming you now, because that was my choice.” You gently cupped Stephen’s cheek and wiped off the torrents of tears that ran down his cheek, “And in Finn, I discovered myself again, he was the greatest gift you’ve ever given me. All I want is to focus on being a mother to our child, I hope you understand.”

Stephen leaned into your touch, closing his eyes to savour this moment and nodded even though he wanted to keep convincing you to stay. He knew that once you've set your mind on things, it's hard for anyone to change it. All he could do now is endure the pain of your decision, "I understand, I want you to be happy, and I'm glad you are because you deserve to be."

"Thank you Stephen." You smiled gently, lifting yourself up into a tip-toe and leaving a soft peck on his cheek.

This is the moment when Stephen surprises you by leaning forwards and kissing your lips. This kiss is so delicate that you can hardly feel the warmth of his lips, and you didn’t even try to object. His lips drew back gently as swiftly as they had found yours. 

"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. He stared intently into your eyes and waited for any kind of resistance from you, but you didn't give him the slightest indication that you were going to fight back at all. Now that you're thinking about the kiss, you realise that the distance between your lips is just a few millimetres. You take a deep breath as you stare into his eyes, and when you don't say anything, he tilts his head and this time, it was you who landed a kiss on his lips.

The second kiss he gave you was just as tender as the first, and it made you feel warm all over as your lips melted together and your eyes closed in enchantment. You could feel the two years he longed for you through his kiss. You feel your top lip being snatched into his mouth by the latching of his lips on your lips as they roll back and forth. Your eyes widen in shock, but just as swiftly as it occurred, he releases your upper lip, and then he does the same thing to your lower lip. With each kiss, your top lip is pulled in, then let free, and your knees start to fold, at the same time, your eyes start to shut allowing yourself to spiral down this bliss. 

You just manage to crack your lips open for a split second, yet in that time you feel his tongue pass through your mouth. Tingles run through your body as you lock lips and dance with your tongues. You can feel the blood pumping through your body as your chest tightens and your breath becomes shallow. Your body automatically gives in and you reach out to grab his side for support as your hand rests there. As the soft kisses evolve into more intense ones in time with the rhythm of your breathing, you begin to tremble and feel as if you could faint as a result. You are experiencing a rush of adrenaline, and you can feel your heart thumping in your chest as if it were competing in a race.

You reached out with your hands and found Stephen's chest, at which point you gently redirected his kissing away from you in an effort to prevent it from developing into anything more. Your lips are slightly ajar while the rest of your body heaves a small sigh and draws in a deep breath of air. 

“Let’s stop here.” You said, still catching your breath, “It’s late.” 

“Yeah, it is…” Stephen agreed, pressing his lips together, a portal opening straight into his bedroom and steps aside from you, walking into it, “I’ll see you tomorrow, my parents are excited to meet Finn.” He said looking back, the portal disappearing in a flash. 

You brushed your hair back with your fingers, the full weight of his kiss now sinking into you, “What were you thinking?” 

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Three days later.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Jack asked as he entered back inside after heating the car up outside, "Oh let me help you, honey." 

Your father hurried over to you and assisted you in bringing your belongings down the stairs. Given that you choose to remain in New York for a few more days, Jean and Zara returned to Switzerland two days before you did. Because yesterday had been such a long day spent with you and Stephen, Finn was still sound asleep and exhausted when Rose held him in her arms.

Since you had a few remaining days left, you decided to let Finn and Stephen have more time with each other and hang out, Stephen insisted that you stay with them on the last day, his reason was he wanted to give Finn a memory where both his parents were together, playing with him outdoors in the snow, going sledding, building a snowman, having snowball fights and making snow angels. Stephen, who may be described as old-fashoined, went out and purchased a disposable camera so that he could take pictures that would be preserved forever. Stephen has assured you that he would provide you with copies, but it seems that he will not be able to do so before you depart for Switzerland.

The car ride on the way to the airport was quiet and sad because it felt good to be home, to see your family and friends. You couldn’t help but think about that kiss you had with Stephen the night he showed you how vulnerable he was when it comes to you. That kiss felt like it was the last time he would ever do that, it felt like pure acceptance of the fact that he was going to lose you, although he does not want to. And it grew to sting you in the end when he decided to put your needs above him, he truly has changed. 

You glance over at Finn, who was still fast sleeping, and you can't help but notice how much he resembles Stephen. There is not the slightest indication of your facial characteristics. You speculated that he would inherit several of your qualities and hoped that it would be the positive ones.

Your parents remained with you until you collected your boarding passes and were ready to go through security screening. You turn around to look at Jack and Rose again and wave at them as you are ascending the steps. Even though he was attached to you, Finn gazed up at his grandparents and waved to them too. It's certainly one of the benefits of having Strange's DNA because he was highly perceptive for a child who was only one and a half years old.

"Bye-bye poppa, bye-bye nana~" he mumbles and giggles when Rose sends him tons of flying kisses from upstairs until the both of you disappear out of sight to go through security.

Rose sighed and wiped a tear away watching you and her grandson say goodbye, "I really thought that kiss would change her mind." She shook her head and Jack furrowed his brows, confused as to what his wife was talking about.

"What are you talking about?" 

"I woke up to go get a drink downstairs and I walked in on Stephen kissing your daughter, so I quietly backed away." She explained to Jack, who was so confused that night as to why Rose was so insistent with him staying in their room that night, finally knowing the reason why.

"Oh… is that why you came back too quickly?" He asked and Rose nodded, "Maybe they just need another baby–ow!"

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While you wait for your aircraft to be boarded, you remove Finn from his carrier and grab a seat in one of the empty seats near your gate. Finn remained by your side the whole time, occupying himself quietly with his favourite stuffed animal and nibbling on the chopped fruits you had purchased for him when you offered it to him. In an effort to communicate that he did not want any more, Finn started shaking his hand and pushing your hand away.

"No more?" You asked and he shook his head, "Alright, but you gotta drink water." You pulled out his bottle and gave it to him, instead he tried reaching for the backpack while opening and closing his little hands.

As you switched your focus to your bag, positioning it between you and him where Finn grabbed it and accidently dumped the bag onto the floor, you let out a faint gasp as the contents of the bag poured out into the floor.

"Uh-oh." his little voice peeped. 

"Aw Finn.." you sighed and muttered quietly as you got off of your seat to pick up his stuff. 

"Sorry Mommy." Finn pouted and sat back down. 

"It's okay baby. Use your words next time if you want something from the bag okay?" 

"Pictures!" Finn beamed, bouncing his body while staying seated, "Pictures!"

"You want to take pictures?" You asked in an attempt to clarify what he wants.

Finn shook his head and playfully glared at you with a pout, "No. Daddy pictures!" 

"What?—" You suddenly jerked your head back and saw a rectangular envelope that you hadn't seen before. When you picked it up, you realised that it contained the photographs that Stephen had taken that had been developed.

You went through the images one by one and saw that most of them portrayed Finn having a good time in the snow by giggling, laughing, and bouncing about. You couldn't help but grin as you looked at the picture you had taken of Finn and Stephen creating a snowman together, as well as the one you had taken of Stephen holding Finn to his body while sitting in the snow with a huge grin on his face and looking at his kid.

You flicked the picture over to the last one and saw how happy Finn appeared to be in it. You looked at your son with teary eyes and asked, "How did you know these were in here?"

Finn looked at you and placed his little index finger in front of his mouth, as if telling you to keep quiet.

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Stephen stared out of the large sanctum window, watching every plane that flies across the sky, wondering if you and Finn were in it. He flicked through the photos that he took, and his copy mostly consisted of you and Finn, he stared at each one of the photos, searing it into his eidetic memory. Even though you told him to come and see Finn anytime he wants, it still didn't feel right for him to just appear whenever he wanted, especially now that you've built a wall against him. 

Stephen sneaked into your bedroom the night before your flight, and Finn woke up next to you, sensing his father's presence. He awoke, blinking his eyes, to watch his father carefully insert an envelope inside the backpack. Stephen noticed that Finn had woken up and put his index finger in front of his mouth, trying to convince Finn to be quiet. Stephen lowered himself to a kneeling position next to Finn's bed and uttered the reason he had come.

"I love you, son. Be good to your mom." Stephen quietly whispered to not wake you up and kissed his son on the crown of his head, "Go back to sleep." 

Stephen heaved a sigh as he looked at the picture of the three of you together and ran his fingers down the surface of the photo. He wanted to relive the happiness he had during that moment.

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“Would all passengers travelling to Zurich on flight LX3421 please have your boarding passes and passports ready for boarding. Flight LX3421 is now boarding at gate 81.” The staff announced through the PA. 

You collected all of your belongings, and after that, you fastened Finn back onto your body in a secure position. You made sure to have your passports and boarding passes on hand before getting in line for the priority queue. You were so preoccupied with the rapid beating of your heart and the sensation that anxiety was rising up inside of you that you failed to see that you had moved to the head of the queue.

“Ma’am, your boarding pass and passport please?” The man asked you, waving his hand in front of your face to bring you back. You handed over your documents, in which he scanned, “Here’s your passports back, you can head on through.” 

You smiled at the guy, collected your bags, and started walking towards the bridge that headed towards the aircraft. Your thoughts started to drift towards Stephen, and you could almost make out the sound of his voice crystal clear in your head.

“I miss you. Stay.” 

You reached the middle of the bridge and then turned around to look behind you. When you moved to the side and simply stood there, people you didn't know gave you weird stares as they went by. You glanced at the only photograph that you had kept in your hands, and it was at that moment that the realisation dawned on you that you didn't want to miss Stephen anymore. You spun on your heels and departed the bridge, strolling past the workers who were perplexed as to why you had returned out of the overpass. You chose to ignore their calls and instead hurriedly made your way out of the terminal  while simultaneously contacting your parents.

“C’mon, pick up, Dad.” As you retraced your steps from the direction you had come, you murmured to yourself. 

“Hello?” Rose picked up the phone for Jack.

“Mom! Are you still near the airport?” 

“Yeah, I think so. Why?” 

“Can you turn around please? I’ll wait for you in the pick up area.” You pleaded as you approached customer service to get assistance on going back outside. 

“Jack made a u-turn and go back to the airport, right now.” Rose ordered, to which Jack responded with a perplexed expression, but he nonetheless obliged without question and did a speedy U-turn when they reached the next intersection.

“Can you tell me what is going on?” Jack questioned as he experienced the want to rush due to the manner in which Rose was behaving all fidgety.

“(Y/N) will be waiting for us at the passenger pick-up.” 

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Stephen sighed for the hundredth time in one day while placing a now framed photo of the three of you near his bedside, where he could wake up and see it every morning. The photograph depicted both of you planting a sweet kiss on Finn's face as the little boy smiled broadly and flashed his two front teeth. After getting cleaned up in the shower, he changed into considerably warmer attire. America encouraged that they spend their time together outdoors so as to divert his attention away from the sad thoughts that he was having. He was fixing his scarf when he saw a glimpse of your figure over his shoulder through the reflection of the mirror. He abruptly turned around to check if he was hallucinating at the extent of his longing for you and was relieved to see that you were really there, he was worried for a second that he could have been losing his mind.

You raised the photo in your hand, the same one that he has on his bedside, "Do you mean it? Everything you said to me that night?" You asked him, both of you still rooted to where you're standing. 

When Stephen found that you were really standing in front of him and not on your way to Switzerland, his eyes glistened and a thin film of tears delicately brimmed the edges of his eyes, "With every fibre of my being." 

"Then that's good enough for me." You charged towards Stephen who prepared to hold you as you reached up and pulled him down to you, and the rest of the words he tried to say were lost against your lips. He kissed you softly and tenderly, but it wasn't gentleness that you want, not now, not after all this time, and you twisted your hands into his scarf, tugging him even closer to you. He emitted a muffled groan from deep inside his throat, and then his arms encircled you and gathered you against him. Veins throbbing, hearts exploding. You feel him—the entirety of him—pressed against you, and you inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just… him. The most mouthwatering aroma you could ever hope to encounter. His lips taste like honey. His face has the barest hint of stubble, and while it scrapes against your skin, you don't care in the least—you didn't care at all. He feels incredible.

"I still love you too, Stephen." You pull away in a gasp, your heads still pressed together and you hear Stephen chuckle against your lips.

“Yeah, I feel that—but I must say I love you more.” Stephen said in a low voice, unable to suppress the smile that was brought by how happy he was feeling, “So what now?”

You drew your head back and stared at him with a massive smile on your face, “Well, you’re now going to be stuck with me and a mini version of you. And I’m stuck with you and a kid who loves her pizza.”

“Sounds perfect.”

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ 

Epilogue  - Summer time.

"So how was your day?" Stephen knelt down, draping a towel over his son's small figure, drying him off before he sent him to grab some lunch.

"Good!" 

"Did you enjoy swimming?”

"Swimming~" Finn repeated the words, beaming excitedly at his father, pointing again at the lake.

"There, all dry!" He pulled the towel off Finn’s head and ruffled it.

"All dwry!!"

"Can you say, love you?" Stephen asked.

"Wove you!"

"Can you say, love you dad!"?

"Wove you Dad!!" Finn stretched his arms really wide, causing Stephen to chuckle at his son’s cute antics.

"Oh that much? You're going to make Mom jealous, can I have a hug?" Stephen spreads his arms and Finn skips towards him and gives him a quick hug. He squeezed the boy, lifting him up and twirling him into the air before placing him back down on the ground, “Alright go ask America for some hotdogs.”

Stephen approached you as you sat by yourself at the end of the dock, swirling your feet into the clear and slightly cold water. You felt Stephen’s presence and looked up to smile at him as he took the spot beside you.

“Not wanting to brag but Finn loves me from his left arm to his right, you know how many bones that is?” Stephen leaned back against his hand.

“Are you really asking me? An Orthopaedics Director?” 

“Seventy-six, including his head.” Stephen ignored your question and you threw your head back laughing at him.

“You’re such a nerd. Do you know how many bones I have?” You countered him with a trick question and Stephen scoffed.

“What kind of question is that? Of course you have 206 bones.” 

You frowned and shook your head, “No… I have 506 at the moment.” You casually said, looking at the view from straight ahead and gave him a side-eye thinking whether he would understand what you were trying to say.

Stephen scoffed out a laugh, “That’s impo— wait a minute…” his smile disappears.

You just continued looking out into the distance towards the horizon rather than engaging in conversation with him. You caught a glimpse of Stephen sitting up and narrowing his eyes as he looked at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Are we having another baby?” Stephen asked, sounding very hopeful but you didn’t respond to him, “(Y/N) I swear—you’d better stop joking because I—”

“I’m not joking.” You turned your head to face him, looking a bit more serious this time. Stephen froze to stare at you for a second before pulling you into a hug, “Are you happy?”

“Happy? Are you kidding me? That’s an understatement, I’m over the moon. I hope we have a girl this time.” Stephen smiled, kissing the side of your head, “I love you. I’m so lucky to have you as a mother to my children.” 

“I love you too, but three is enough. America and Finn together are already a handful.”

“I’m good with that. Three’s a magic number.”

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Why // Druig Eternals x Reader

Loosely based off the song Why by Shawn Mendes. At first I was going to write this with Shawn in mind, but then I thought about Druig and the angst started to stir. So here yens go!

Pairing: Druig x gn!reader (first time doing gender neutral!!!)

Tw: ANGSTZZ, mentions of alcohol, drunk actions and thoughts, probably a little dramatic idek, not grammar checked, was very much rushed :D

A/n: this is my first gender neutral piece. So if I missed a pronoun I am very sorry! I get excited when writing sometimes haha. I wish I could express how thankful I am for each of my readers. Thanks for all the reblogs, likes, and comments. My heart is so full knowing that I touched the hearts of so many! THANK YOU!!

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The empty glass bottle sat perfectly on the bar table in front of you. Your eyes were fixated on the small lights reflecting off the glass. Inside you, your mind was a dizzy mess. You caught more than a buzz from the clear liquor.

“Hey! Dane and I are going to find Sprite and then head out. You coming with us?” Her hand delicately lands on your back to draw you away from your trance.

Sersi could see it in your eyes. She could see the emptiness. You put on the fakest smile you could muster up and shake your head softly. “I think I’ll stay here for a little longer.” You reply and swivel around in the barstool.

“Are you sure? Why don’t you come with us and we can stop by your favorite ice cream place.” She proposes. Sersi never liked to leave you here alone. She knew all you did was sit in misery thinking about that boy. That boy had captured your heart with a simple hello. All of the Eternals knew that they were made for each other.

There was one kicker. Both of you two were as stubborn as a bull. One would drop everything in a heartbeat, they just had to say the words. It included turning every other person down, just in case that person was to be with them. The other pushed them away and always said they were no good for them. It never stopped you from pining over his selfish, stubborn, most frustrating ass.

Druig

His name rings in your ear like a siren. His entire profile is engraved in your head and it’s like a piece of you. For centuries he’s never left your brain. For all those centuries you never stopped trying, because you knew deep down he was all yours. He just needed someone to help him see it. To believe that he is worth it.

“You know Sersi, you using my favorite ice cream place as a bribe really never gets old.” You play with her and her eyes soften up. She looks at you like she said something wrong.

You gently grab her hand. “That’s a good thing.” She smiles at you and you watch her grab your jacket then purse.

“Let’s go then. Dane is paying.” She holds her hand out and you sigh in content. Maybe another distraction will suppress it some more. 

Why did your nights always seem to end this way? 

—

Your heart races in your chest as you enter the warm air of Phasto’s house. Ben greets you at the door with a huge hug that makes you slightly relax. However, you knew from the moment you entered this establishment that it was doomed to make you hurt.

New Years Eve. Spent with none other, the Eternals.

All of them.

You were the last to arrive due to your plane being delayed. Several times. You still had that crick in your neck from sleeping on those airport chairs. As Ben walks in front of you to guide you to where the main even was you couldn’t help but feel light headed.

You haven’t laid eyes on him in months. The last time with him you said a lot more than you should have. You knew deep down you should have left it the way it was. 

*flashback*

“At least I’m not afraid of being with someone.” Your words came out slurred, but powerful. It was just you two sitting on that porch. You were eager to break the silence, but you clearly didn’t think things through. How could you? Vodka can really mess with the thinking process.

“I thought we put this behind us.” He sighs and there was a clear sound of frustration in his voice.

“How can i possibly put this behind me? You told me that I’m literally perfect for you, but you are not in a good place. That you were not good enough.” You spit out the words he told you and your heart aches in your chest. Someone was squeezing your heart like a stress ball.

“What would you have liked me to say?” He fires back.

“Anything but that! Anything other than I’m perfect for you. If you want me then take me Druig! It’s been centuries of this.” You lean closer to his body and he steps back. You felt the black hole in your stomach from that move. “I would have rather of you called me ugly and that you hate me.” You say ever so softly while looking into his blue eyes. You were not sure if it was the cold air blowing or actually him. But the tears in his eyes hurt the most.

“You know that I could never.” He says and a single tear ran down his cheek. You felt yourself crumbling.

“Why Dru? Why do we put each other through hell?” You ask him and he just stares at you.

Without another word he brushes past your shoulders and the door closes behind you. You spent a couple minutes drying your tears before going back into the house. You never said another word there and left Sersi’s place quickly.

The memory lingers in your head as you see everyone huddled around. A few were at the kitchen island eating some appetizers Gilgamesh made. The others sat in the living room watching the performances on television. You could already hear Kingo arguing how much better he could do.

You chose not to take a scan of the room, because you knew exactly where he was. His eyes were on you the moment you walked in the room. A million different thoughts intrude his head as he stares at you. You exchanged hugs and greeting with everyone. His heart races and Druig had already been drinking. The cup in his hand was his third. He was buzzed and now he surely was drunk off you. Your entire being had that strong of an effect over him.

The alcohol running through his blood gave him the extra confidence he needs to talk to you. He still wants to be in communication. He knows that you are everything for him. As he takes another long drink he gets up from his seat in the dining room.

You sat on one of the high chairs and a drink nestled in your right hand. People were already asking you questions about your little excursion to the islands. A little time for you to get away and collect yourself.

Druig sits across from you and doesn’t say anything. You make eye contact with him and softly smile. His body goes into a frenzy with that action. How could he ever deny you? He looks at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had seen on him. It’s almost like he was surprised you acknowledged him.

“Hi.” You say, as if you just met him.

Druig’s lips turn up into a subtle smile. “How have you been Druig?” You ask him casually. Your voice makes his hands shake. He thought about how cruel it is to hear you be so casual with him. We’re you over him?

“Doing alright.” He shrugs his shoulders slightly. You nod your head in approval.

The conversation gets reverted back to you and your trip. You told your stories of the crazy things you saw and did. Jumping off cliffs and surfing some high tides. You even were taught so much history there and Sersi had a treat hearing all of that. There was an overall confidence in you that Druig has seen only a handful of times.

Maybe he could do this. He had been trying to better himself for these last few months. He wanted to do it for you. The thought gets shaken quickly. His fear consumed him before he had a chance.

Later in the night as midnight was coming closer the air was getting lighter. Everyone around had caught a buzz and others more than that. Druig was drinking heavily and even you noticed that.

You were so selfish that you couldn’t stop him. The more drunk he got the closer he got to you. He would speak to you like times before. He would be yours. In this state he was all about you.

‘I can’t do this to myself.’

‘Why do we do this?’

Your thoughts were surfacing to the top of your head. It felt so good to be this close to him. He was brushing his body against you and his hands would find yours. That simple touch was enough for you to fall so deeply in love with him.

If you didn’t give him the slightest bit of attention he was leaning over you. His lips close to your ear whispering little things that drove you insane. For a moment you try to cherish this. You wish you could bottle the feeling of it up. Soon he would be sober and all of it would go back to the way it was before.

When the clock struck down to midnight he was there. Right by your side.

His telepathic mind was swimming in high seas. He knew there was things he was doing that were wrong. He couldn’t stop himself now. You were a magnet to him.

Those blue eyes connect with yours again. Anyone that was in the room had vanished. It’s like one of those moments where the whole world feels like it stopped spinning. Neither of you were sure of what to do next. As you kept the eye contact you felt everything. You felt what it was like. The kind of love you read in books, the love you see in movies, the love you hear about in songs.

His hands softly grabs yours. All attention was being held between you two. The others around you were whispering amongst one another at what was happening. They were hopeful for you two. They were honestly thrilled to see you both like this.

There was a ringing in your ears and you felt your heart beat in your throat. Was this it? Was it finally going to happen?

He leans forward and gently rests his forehead against yours. You keep the eye contact and now you feel his hot breath. He was right here with you. The feeling made you want to fly. A boyish smile lands on his lips as he felt the strongest connection he had ever felt before with you.

“Why can’t I admit you’re all that I want?” A whispered voice enters your head and those blue eyes turn to a glowing golden hue right in front of you.

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

[lilxberry]

That’s My Girl - Scott Lang

Requested by: @bnhaxreaderquotes​

Could I have a Scott Lang x longterm girlfriend fic?? Where she’s like super strong but super dumb?? Like she’s Thor but human and female XD bonus if she lifts Thor’s hammer to get to something and everyone’s like 👀 and she’s like ??? And scots like 🥰 “that’s my gf”

I loved this idea, I just really didn’t want to use the word stupid so much lmao I mostly referred to reader as “slow” I believe but like, this whole thing is kinda cute asf so I’m happy with it. I hope you’re happy with it too

Warnings: Like, a singular swear. Sweet ass Scott. Upset!Reader? IDEK ANYMORE.

Words: 1,645

Pairings: Scott Lang x Reader (female reader) (super strong reader?)

Unplanned sequel; That’s My Wife

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There’re many words to describe you.

Sweet? Yes. Kind? Yep. Selfless? Definitely. Beautiful? 100%. Strong? No doubt.

Stupid?

No, just…slow.

It’s not that you lacked intelligence, just, your brain worked at a different pace to that of others. Your fellow teammates could tell you that. Especially your partner Scott.

Scott, the sweetie pie that he is, certainly tries his best to help you catch up, to understand things that hadn’t really made sense to you at first. He’s no stranger to defending you either, no matter who or what it’s against.

Including your teammates.

“So, like C-3P0?”

Your head was tilted in confusion and your face was scrunched up as you tried desperately to understand what Tony was talking about.

You had walked into the lab finding all of the Avengers surrounding Tony rambling on about his newest creation, engineering some crazy new robotic tech. The others that had been subjected to his showcasing had explained to you that he’d called them in, forced them to watch the unveiling of Frankenstarks newest monster.

When you had asked why you hadn’t been called in, you’d missed the way Tony and the others tensed up. They knew that you wouldn’t understand a word Stark was speaking, as if the man were speaking some foreign language to you, but they didn’t want to explain that it was because you were ‘dense’.

The heaven-sent that is Scott stepped forward, a big, bright smile on his face as he entwined his fingers with your own as he came up with an excuse for the billionaire, saving Starks’ skin and sparing your feelings.

“He thought you’d find it boring. We all do to be honest honey but only so many of us are lucky enough to have an out,” was the sugar-coated explanation he conjured up on the spot.

You bought it easily, nodding in understanding with the sweetest of smiles before reaching up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. The others visibly relaxed, though you were oblivious as you stared up at Scott with a love-sick expression.

You had then gone on to ask what exactly it was that Tony had been working on which had led to a longwinded explanation with wild gestures and a heap of words you certainly didn’t understand whatsoever. Truth be told, he’d lost you within the first sentence.

Tony heaved a sigh. “No, not like C-3P0. The design is completely different and the level of A.I. being used it higher than that of C-3P0,” he spoke exasperatedly, a mocking tone taking over his tone near the end.

Feeling even more confused that what you had originally felt, you tried once more to understand.

“So…like Vision?”

Sam snorted as majority of the others smirked or tried to supress their smiles, Vision unsurprisingly seemed stoic as ever. Tony, on the other hand, had a look of genuine surprise. Almost looking proud.

“Uh, yeah, actually. You worked that out a lot faster than I thought you would honestly,” Tony said as an off-handed comment causing the others to still and Scott to tense slightly beside you while your brows furrowed.

“What’d you mean?”

Scott once again interjected to save the day, dragging your attention to him instead. “None of us really got it, that’s all. I’m pretty sure Thor still doesn’t, honestly.” He whispered the last part as he pointed his thumb towards the towering, blonde Asgardian.

Although your heart fluttered at the thought of Scott trying to be so sweet and kind to you, you couldn’t help the hurt that spread through you. You knew how the others viewed you, how they thought you were stupid, how you don’t understand anything.

Rather than show it affected you, you forced a smile on to your face and a tiny giggle to pass your lips.

Glancing at the others before allowing your eyes to fall back on to your boyfriend, you kept the feigned smile on your lips as you spoke. “I just remembered I gotta load of stuff to do. I’ll see you guys later.”

Scott flashed you his pearly whites in a wide smile before pecking your forehead and giving you a quiet “Sure babe.”

Walking backwards, you called out loudly to the group before exiting the room. “Have fun with Vision 2.0.”

Usually, when the team unintentionally commented on you in such a way, it would never really affect in such a negative way but today, it was just a series of failure after failure, your day all-round being bad.

From the comment in the lab, to the accidental breaking of a trainee’s arm due to you forgetting the strength you held over others, to Steve and Bucky taking the last of the coffee in the pot of the coffee machine which you had no idea how to work.

You had even bumped into someone in the hallway, the file you had been carrying falling to the ground and the papers inside scattering across the floor in disarray, leaving you to try reorganising the lot, taking a whole hour and a half.

It’s unfortunate that the person to be at the end of your disgruntled mood would be someone who you strongly considered a friend.

The Avengers who were currently residing at the compound were all scattered within the main living area and the open kitchen when you walked in, looking dishevelled as you frantically searched for a package that you had been notified had been delivered.

Walking through, you looked to see if the damn thing was atop any table you passed. Hell, you even lifted one of the chairs slightly to see if someone was cruel enough to hide the thing under it.

Although everyone had opted to watch you curiously, it was your sweet Scott to break the silence.

“Hey honey, whatcha’ doing there?” he asked curiously.

You grumbled out your answer, honestly ready for the day to be over with. “I’m looking for my delivery.”

Sam snorted before pointing towards the island in the centre of the kitchen. “You mean that massive package right there?”

Low and behold, there sat your package on top of the cool, marble surface, just with an added feature. You scowled, storming over towards the thing. You turned your fiery gaze to Thor, who was overall minding his own business chowing down on the entire contents of a Pop Tart box.

“WHY DID YOU PUT YOUR HAMMER ON MY FUCKING DELIVERY?!” You roared out, everyone’s eyes widened in complete and utter shock, Thor even jumped at the sudden loud booming. As he opened and reclosed his mouth repeatedly in a pathetic attempt to say something, anything, you continued.

“There could’ve been something really important in there! Or-or super fragile or something! What if you broke it?!”

During your explosion at the poor Asgardian, you happened to grasp the handle of Mjölnir and lift it with ease, causing everyone’s eyes to widen further and even a few mouths to drop open, gaping at the sight in front of them, Tony choking on his drink that he had been taking a sip of. Although Scott was just as shocked as those around him, he more so looked like a small child who’s completely wonder-struck, a twinkle in his eye.

“Never, and I mean NEVER, put your hammer on my damn things again. GOT IT?!” You shoved the hammer into Thors’ chest harshly, causing him to fumble to get a hold of it.

Once certain he had a tight grasp on the thing, you released your hold and spun on the spot, now becoming witness to everyone’s flabbergasted expressions. “WHAT?” you asked in exasperation and confusion, today completely tiring you out mentally and emotionally.

A pregnant silence befell you all before Scott suddenly jumped out of his seat, face ecstatic, arms raised high into the air above his head, hands balled up into fists, a loud and excited shout escaping him.

“YES!”

“You-you’re worthy?” Thor asked quietly to no one in particular.

Your brows furrowed deeply, now entirely confused and ever so slightly self-conscious. “What?”

“You’re worthy babe! Hell yeah! Up top!” he had made his way over towards you, now one arm raised with his hand now relaxed, waiting on you to give him a high five.

“I’m not following…”

“Only Thor could lift the hammer ‘cause he was the only one who’s worthy or whatever. It’s like impossible for anyone else to lift it,” Clint started to explain before being cut off by Natasha.

“Until you, that is. You’re the only other one whose been able to lift it.”

“Oh,” was all you said before shrugging your shoulders and waddling your way past Scott and towards your package on the kitchen island, picking it up and beginning to walk away.

Before you left though, you thought this to be the perfect opportunity to finally boast about something that you had been able to do that the others couldn’t. “Well, I may be stupid but at least I don’t put my back out by trying to lift a little hammer.”

You smirked as you continued to walk away, your destination being your room, package what would be heavy to most in your arms. Scott laughed loudly, something you could hear as you continued to retreat to your bedroom.

Meanwhile…

“HELL YEAH! THAT’S MY GIRL! WOO!” Scott began to follow after you, still shouting out every single word he spoke. “HONEY! THAT WAS LIKE THE COOLEST THING EVER! DID YOU SEE THEIR FACES?! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Cass. SHE’S GONNA FREAK!”

The Avengers were still suck in their retrieves of shock, all unmoving, all trying to process the newfound information that you could lift the hammer.

Thor seemed to be taking it the worst, looking ever so slightly frightened, gulping loudly.

“I believe I have new matters to discuss with my father...”

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I love any Paul Rudd character just as much as him

I even have a t-shirt with his beautiful ass face on lmao

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Finding toddler!SS (would she be considered the sole survivor..? Idek.) While raiding and Area for resources? Can maxson be added as well?

Awww, poor little baby 🥺🥺🥺 I kind of wonder how she even got out of the vault.... But that's another story, I guess 😂

Thank you so much for the request, and I hope you enjoy! 💙💛

Cait - Is almost terrified when she finds a toddler staring at her when she was looking for a whole bunch of chems at an old chem safehouse place. She just stares at the girl for a long time, not sure if she is staring at some sort of ghost or if it is an actual kid that is just terribly out of place. When she finally pulls herself together, she very hesitantly approaches the girl and tries to figure out where she came from. When she does not get a very clear answer, she carefully takes the kid's hand and guides her away from the place. After all, she knows that she can't just leave the child behind.

Piper - Definitely jumps a little bit when she sees the little girl in an old office building where Piper often goes to look for good paper to print Publick Occurrences on. Piper wastes no time in kneeling down and coaxing the girl over to her. She asks her where her mommy or daddy is and when she does not get a sensible reply, Piper wastes no time in forgoing the paper search in favor of hoisting the girl up on her hip and heading back to Diamond City with her. Maybe she can find the little one's parents there looking for her or at least some news of a couple looking for a kid.

Curie - Is terribly shocked when she sees the little one somehow stumble upon her part of Vault 88. She would have never suspected a toddler to come through there and remain safe considering the large amount of mole rats around. Therefore Curie overrides the command to wait for vault-tech, taking advantage of a loophole in the Hippocratic Oath which is her primary programming, and she heads out to ensure the child's safety. She immediately heads for the heart of Vault 88 so that she can find proper food for the small girl.

MacCready - Is completely bumfuzzled to have found a little girl when he was just scouring for some comic books and any ammo he can get his hands on. However, he handles it relatively gracefully, and heads over to her to ask where her mom and dad are. When he does not get a good response, he picks her up hesitantly and decides to take her to Bunker Hill with him where maybe he can get some leads on parents looking for a lost kid.

Deacon - Just sort of laughs hysterically for a little while. He definitely had not been suspecting to find a little kid when he was just looking for some clothes for a new disguise. However, he pulls it together, and tries to figure out about her parents. When she does not provide a definitive answer on that, he just decides to take her back to HQ so she will be safe in the meantime.

Codsworth - Is overcome with pure joy when he spots the girl in the midst of giving Sanctuary Hills another onceover for some oil for his joints. He hurries over to the child, joyfully greeting her and asking her where her parents are. Unfortunately, he does not receive an answer with bat, but he decides to do the best he can to raise her by himself until her parents return.

Hancock - Is very surprised to see a kid out in the wasteland, and he looks around, trying to see if anyone nearby could be her parents. When he sees that there is not a soul in sight, he carefully approaches her, trying to keep from scaring her with his face. He offers her a pack of gumdrops that he somehow miraculously has on him, and she immediately considers him to be a friend. He then picks her up and heads back to Goodneighbor, aiming to ask around about a missing kid.

Danse - Is flabbergasted, and his jaw hangs loosely for a long moment before he tries to muster all of the tenderness he can despite his current self being clad in an enormous suit of power armor. He asks her where her parents are, and when he does not get a good answer, he calls for Scribe Haylen, who is fortunately not too far away since she came with him to look for any technology that could be scoured. She picks up the little girl, oohing and ahhing over her, and the three of them head back to the police station to keep her safe while they try to figure out what to do with her.

Preston - Is very sad when he sees her. He is immediately worried that she has been orphaned, so he asks her where her mom or dad is. When she does not give a very good answer, he just sighs deeply and decides that he has to watch over her for now. He decides not to go after the thing that Sturges sent him out for, and he brings little F!Sole back to his group.

Valentine - Is very surprised to see a little kid out and about all on her own. He wastes no time in coming over to her and asking her about her parents and what her name is. When he only receives a name, he sighs a bit and carefully lifts her up, deciding to take her back to Diamond City with him so she can be safe from the many dangers lurking about the Commonwealth.

X6-88 - Is honestly sort of terrified when he sees a human child out in the wastes when he is on a mission to recover something for the Institute. However, he eventually just carefully offers her his hand and walks her to the nearest settlement. He sort of scoots her in the direction of the settlers before quickly making himself scarce. As soon as he sees that they have taken her in, he leaves and continues his mission. However, the child does not soon leave his mind and he comes back to check on her frequently.

Dogmeat - Is confused when he sees a small human, but he immediately hurries over to her, panting and wagging his tail before licking her cheek. He knows that little humans can't be by themselves, so he decides that he is going to protect her. Nothing will happen to her on his watch.

Strong - Honestly wants to eat her when he firsts sees her. However, when she starts crying he is strangely compelled to try to make her stop sobbing so much. It oddly pains him somehow, and he tries to be a quiet when he speaks as he throws her a piece of raw meat. When she finally quiets down, he decides that he can't let his brothers see her, so he picks her up and decides to keep her to himself. Maybe she'll grow up and be useful like a hound?

Maxson - Is completely shocked when he sees a small child at the airport when he is down there to check up on how things are going among the soldiers down there. He quickly approaches her, carefully picking her up before heading back to the Prydwen to speak to Proctor Ingram about precisely what to do with a child that was so obviously orphaned.

[alaskasmonsters]

Gentle Hands | Shigaraki Tomura

with a quirk like shigaraki’s, physical touch had never been something another person had trusted him with. the fear of what he could do proved to be too great to get close enough. everyone was scared to touch him...everyone but you.

part two 

pairing: shigaraki tomura x gn!reader

w.c: 3. 223

warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, descriptions of injuries, shigs is touch-starved :c

a.n: this took me way too long to turn out like this...i seriously don’t know what happened along the way but this was meant to go an entirely different direction...idek.

Shigaraki’s room was enveloped in darkness. The only source of light coming from where you had carefully cracked the door open after several unanswered knocks. It barely illuminated the small space inside, only revealing the silhouettes and rough placement of the furniture.

You’d never been inside of Shigaraki’s room before. There had never been a reason.

As the league’s personal medical support (or nurse, something Dabi liked to refer you to) you’d mostly only talked to any of them if there was an emergency that required your help. Then they’d meet you in the “living room” (you hesitated using homey words like that in connection to the hovel the members of the league had resided in the last few months).

Not that you didn’t get along with them, but you couldn’t really say you were particularly close with any of them. Criminals liked to keep their distance. Distance meant safety, it was the first rule in the handbook basically. Shigaraki was no different. He was the most mysterious of them you’d say, even more distanced with you it seemed. Saying there was no reason to grow attached to a NPC, like you were a dog that would be returned to their rightful owner soon anyway.

It didn’t bother you much. You knew the man needed his personal space, he had his reasons to be suspicious of new people, to be hesitant to let anyone too close...they all had.

That’s the price they paid in a life like that, or maybe they had already been like this before they ever became villains.

Entering Shigaraki’s room now and without permission was probably the closest you’ve ever come to being disintegrated, you thought as you carefully peeked inside. The guilt from intruding already crawled up your stomach. You wouldn’t normally do this, but you were worried after Kurogiri had told you about an “incident” this morning.

It had left Shigaraki badly injured and hiding himself in the darkness of his own four walls, since they had returned. Kurogiri hadn’t told you any details, but you could tell whatever happened had been bad, judging by his concerned tone when he’d requested you to look after the man. He asked you to heal him even if he were to refuse and you had agreed immediately, although you doubted you’d get close enough to Shigaraki if he didn’t want it.

The darkness was thick before your eyes, you could hardly tell the difference between the bed and the rest of the room. Not even the tv’s light was burning...you had expected Shigaraki to play a game if he really were as frustrated as Kurogiri had made it sound like.

The only reason you spotted a glimpse of where the man was located was due to the way the light reflected off the white strands of his hair. He was on the ground behind his bed.

“Shigaraki?” you called his name softly, not sure if he’d already noticed you or if maybe he’d fallen asleep.

You got no answer.

“Kurogiri sent me. Can I come in?”

You waited a minute, probably longer, but when there was still no answer you let out a heavy sigh.

“I’ll take that as a “I don’t mind either way”.”

You squeezed through the small space between the frame and the door, not daring to expose the man to more of the light he seemed to be so sensitive to. At least you guessed that that was the reason he was sitting in the darkness. Maybe he was just feeling emo, Shigaraki seemed the type.

You closed the door behind you, plunging the room into darkness again. This turned out to be a bad idea, since now you were both without sight and you had to slowly and carefully approach where you remembered the bed to be. You could only speak of luck you hadn’t bumped into anything before you made contact with the bedframe, using it to navigate closer to where you suspected Shigaraki to cower at, sliding down to sit on the ground as well.

You sat in silence for a while, making sure he didn’t want you to leave after all, but Shigaraki stayed quiet, the only sign he was still next to you was the sound of his ragged breathing.

You debated what would be the best approach. Should you scoot closer? Maybe you should start with telling him Kurogiri had sent you? Or maybe you could let the two of you stay in silence for a little while?

Approaching Shigaraki when he was in a vulnerable state was similar to a wild animal that had been injured. You had to be careful about it.

“You hurt your hands,” the words slipped your mouth.

Not careful enough.

Had you seriously gone with the worst approach you could have possibly chosen? Good job, Y/n!

Shigaraki didn’t curse you out so you guessed it was fine after all. Maybe his hands were off worse than you had initially thought...

“I want to fix them, if that’s alright but i’d need a little bit of light to do so,” you explained, keeping your voice quiet and calm.

There wasn’t an answer for several minutes. You started to grow restless, thinking that maybe you had overstepped a line, maybe it was better if you left again…

Before you could though you heard a grumbling agreement, barely audible, much closer than you had expected. A second later a dim light illuminated the small room.

You had to close your eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness before you could finally look at Shigaraki, who was sitting a few feet away from you, his back leaned against the matratze of his bed.

He looked miserable, his face was lowered so he couldn’t meet your eyes and his features were hidden by the messy white locks.

But what shocked you most was his hands. He had spread his fingers, palms up, on his lap so you saw the actual damage that the attacker had done.

His palms were blood-smeared, cut open, some cuts running so deep you thought you could see parts of the bone peaking out from between the damaged skin.

You felt bile rise up your throat at the view.

It looked painful, cruel. As if someone had tried to ruin his hands in the most painful way possible.

You inched closer, eyes trained on the damage.

Shigaraki tensed up as you scooted closer and you stopped immediately, looking up into his face, making sure you didn’t overstep again.

He was still avoidant of your eyes, shrunken in on himself with his shoulders hunched. He looked like a scared child to you...

“May I?” you asked him, desperately hoping he’d say yes.

His eyes only flickered between you and his hands once before he gave a soft nod.

You carefully reached out to grab the backside of his hands, meaning to pull them closer for you to inspect. The way Shugaraki froze at your touch made you pause and you realized with dread that you had forgotten to ask if it was okay to touch him. He must be in pain, of course he was.

You quickly removed your hands again, giving him a concerned look.

“I’m sorry Shigaraki-kun, did i hurt you?”

He frowned at your question, eyes quickly jumping between your expression and your hands just inches beneath his, waiting to reach out again if he’d allowed it.

He seemed conflicted for a second, but then he shook his head.

You chose not to question it, only giving a soft nod in response before reaching out again. This time you gently wrapped your fingers around his wrists instead, drawing his hands closer so you could inspect them better.

The light was still too dim to see the most gruesome parts of the injury, but even without it you could easily get an idea of what had occured.

The wounds were too deep, the blood that came out of the slashes in a dark flow...this wasn’t caused by a normal knife. Rather by another person’s quirk, one related to mutilation because how else would you describe the cruelty of the wounds inflicted.

It probably made it impossible to heal by itself, too.

Whoever did this had wanted to make Shigaraki’s quirk absolutely useless, damaging his hands beyond repair in the most cruel way.

And while you did know he’d caused a lot of pain with those hands, the idea someone had tried to mutilate them made you sick to your stomach.

You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you leaned down to hover just above Shigaraki’s hands.

Thankfully the league of villains had you and your quirk, seeing as you could heal almost everything, as long as the wound was still fresh and cells weren’t too damaged to manipulate.

Dabi had been the one to introduce you since he’d found you years before when you first started helping him with his unfit quirk. You weren’t a villain, only by association, but you’d always had a soft spot for difficult cases. You hadn’t been able to heal his scars then, since the cells were already dead and the injuries were old and your quirk wouldn’t let you revive anything. But you’d suggested to take care of all the newer wounds

Now you were working with the league of villains or maybe helped out was a better way to phrase it, considering the only method of payment you’d receive was fast food.

You focused your attention on Shigaraki’s injuries, leaning even closer to be able to see everything up close. It was necessary to use your quirk appropriately.

“Ready?” you asked, eyes searching for Shigaraki.

They were wide and attentive. He looked nervous if you had to guess, although he would have denied it if you had asked.

He gave you a nod and you smiled at him, giving his wrists a reassuring squeeze. You decided to ignore the way his eyebrows knit together at the gesture. You imagined he didn’t like touch very much.

You shift your attention to his left palm first, removing your hand from where they had gripped the man’s wrist to let it hover over the injured skin. The tell-tale sign of buzzing spread through your skin as you focused all your senses on the damage you’d been inspecting.

The sight of the cuts running oh so deep, the smell of iron stinging your nose, the feeling of broken and ruined skin and bones and muscles.

A green light, slowly growing brighter and bigger, more intense in color too formed and enveloped your hand. Your fingers inching closer and closer to the bloodied and ripped skin. Just right before your hand would touch his you stopped, the light now extending until it was enveloping his hand as well.

Shigaraki’s fingers twitched, his wrist tensed under your touch. You pressed down on the juncture to reassure him you’d hurry up.

You watched his skin pulling bac, his hands shaking a little when you concentrated on repairing the muscles that have been torn apart before.

It was a slow process, you knew that. You were known for officiency not speed, after all. And you were aware it hurt, probably just as terrible as when the blade had ripped through his skin in the first place. Regenerating injuries like this would usually take weeks and months, a dozen operations and it still would never go back to the way it once was. Doing it your way, basically forcing the cells to regenerate, speeding up the natural process and enhancing it...it took energy from both you and him.

His breathing was ragged, his arm was shaking in your grip, more intense than before and you hated it, hated knowing he was hurting and you couldn’t do anything to make the process go smoother for him, make it hurt any less.

All you could think of was running your thumb over the inside of his wrists, trying to reassure him like that. Trying to signal him that it would be over soon.

You didn’t know if it helped but you certainly felt his body freeze up for a moment. Maybe that was just because of the procedure though.

You watched the skin grow over again, slowly, and leave behind a slightly bloodied but smooth skinned palm. Shigaraki sank back into his seat, letting out a small huff as the pain stopped.

You took the time to inspect his palm, letting your fingers glide over the smooth skin and noting how it all seemed to be back to how they were originally with joy.

“Does your left hand feel okay? Flex your fingers a little.”

When he stayed still you looked up, Shigaraki’s gaze already focused on your face. There was something unreadable in the way he looked at you. He almost looked confused.

You bit your lip, glancing between his hands and his face as dread slowly rose in your stomach.

“You can flex your fingers...right?” you asked nervously.

What if you made a mistake? What if you messed up with his muscles?

Shigaraki’s finger twitched, before he bent them. Spreading them apart before creating a fist. You quickly pulled your hand away to leave him the room to move around a little, returning to tap his skin once more when you saw he was done.

“You feel that?” you asked, less nervous now that you knew that he could still move it.

The only answer you got was a grunt but that’s all you needed.

You moved on to his right hand then. Clasping his wrist with one hand to stabilize him and raising your other just above his palm. You repeated the procedure once more, green light enveloping both your hands as your face was set into a deep frown of concentration.

You stroked his wrist with your thumb once more as soon as you felt Shigaraki tense up again.

He was trembling even harder this time and you couldn’t tell if it was only because he was already exhausted or because this hand had been through more damage.

All you could feel was that the level of damage must be similar, the time it took you to fix the connections of the muscles felt about the same. Then his skin grew over slowly.

You repeated your check up, smoothing your fingers over the skin of his palm and telling him to flex his fingers. He reacted quicker this time, clenching and unclenching his fist a few times.

You gave his wrist a last squeeze before you let go, satisfied and happy you’d done a good job. Of course you wouldn’t know for sure until a few days later when Shigaraki was able to tell you if his hands were giving him any problems. But for now Shigaraki looked a lot better.

His pale face had filled with a little bit of color again, although his eyes were weirdly unfocused as he lowered his head to inspect his hands. You watched him in confusion, as he flexed his fingers again. Wasn’t he sure if you’ve done a good job? Did he feel pain?

“Is everything alright? Wait, lemme see again.”

You leaned forward, softly gripping his hands to pull them closer to inspect once more. Shigaraki froze up at the contact again and you frowned when you saw that the skin was all smooth and fixed, giving no reason for the man to act so tensed up.

You searched his eyes, only finding him already staring at you with an undefinable look in his eyes. You were just about to open your mouth to ask him about it. Not necessarily why he was acting so weirdly, but more specifically what haunted him.

Before you could do that, he surprised you with pulling his hands back before opening his palms which were facing upwards.

You watched in confusion.

He stretched his fingers, raising his hand upwards. The motion made you cock your head to the side. He was looking at you with narrowed eyes, clearly expecting something from you. Thinking you knew what he tried to ask of you you placed your hand on top of his, noticing him spreading his thumb apart to not touch you with all five of his fingers.

Shigaraki searched your face for a reaction but you didn’t know what kind of reaction that was supposed to be.

“I knew you were kinda crazy but that’s another level.”

“Excuse me?” you gaped at him.

“Only a crazy person wouldn’t be afraid to touch me.”

Gears started turning in your head and your cheeks heated up at the realization that that had been the reason why he’d frozen up. He wasn’t used to touch. He had been probably overwhelmed having your hands all over him.

“Oh...I guess I trust you wouldn’t disintegrate my hands.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I’m useful aren’t i? Maybe I'd be more worried about a foot or knee cap but I kinda need my hands for the healing.”

He hummed in agreement, seemingly satisfied knowing you weren’t a total moron.

Although to be quite honest you weren’t so sure if you’d flinch from his touch even if it was directed towards your face. You didn’t know if you had it in you to mistrust him. When it had come to this point you didn’t know, somewhere along the way you had just stopped questioning your growing positive feelings towards the leader of the league of villains (and the other members as well).

Sometimes you liked to think both of you had mutual respect for each other. Enough to not randomly disintegrate the other person, that was.

“I’m sorry i made you uncomfortable, though. I should have asked beforehand.”

He snorted, fingers flexing under your grip, bending to run them over the palms of your hand.

“I don’t mind,” he muttered.

You didn’t think it was all he had wanted to say, but whatever else tried to leave his mouth was held back by Shigaraki biting his lip. You didn’t question it.

The man continued exploring your skin and you  spread your fingers a little wider to give him more access. It was fascinating to you, how curiously he was exploring your skin, like a small child eager to experience new sensations. He had cocked his head to the side, eyeing you from beneath his hair, calculating, waiting.

He reached for your hand and you let him. Let him grip and turn it, until he could easily intertwine his fingers with yours, hesitant and careful to touch you, mindful to spread his pinky to not touch your skin.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the gesture, curiously glancing up at the man that was so hesistant with physical touch usually.

“Shigaraki-kun?”

He shook his head, eyes focused on your hands

“Tomura.”

You smiled, surprised but satisfied for some reason.

“Tomura,” you whispered, closing your grip around his hands.

Taglist: @crystal-lilac​

[bunnykawa]

what are you doing, step bro? (sakusa x f. reader)

summary: To your parents, Sakusa was the greatest son. To you, he was the best big brother you could’ve ever asked for, but you could only find that out with a little force.

a/n: i literally just started college so i won't have much time to write but i have some stories in my drafts that'll be posted in awhile lol. should i open requests for haikyuu drabbles since they're short but still entertaining?? idek i feel like no one is reading this rn LOL but if anyone is reading this, lmk ;)

(edit: I HAD TO REPOST THIS CS IT WASNT SHOWING UP IN TAGS so sorry if you already liked this post)

warnings: 18+, incest, mentions of drugging,  mentions of somnophilia, mentions of parental neglect, noncon/dubcon/rape, sakusa is a dirty pervert i just don’t know how else to tag this, degradation, slight manipulation

"(Y/N), this is your new big brother, Kiyoomi," your mother said, holding tightly onto your small shoulders as you stood in front of her.

"You can refer to him as your nii-san from now on." Locking eyes with you was an older boy with long black wavy hair, two moles on the right side of his forehead, and a white face mask on the lower half of his face which blocked his nose and mouth. How odd, you thought. You could tell he was disinterested with how his eyes were blank as he stared at you.

That was the first time meeting your step brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Being four years younger than Sakusa, you two never really got along. Of course you had to respect each other, but there was nothing to really talk about other than when his volleyball games were or unfulfilling small talks. Sometimes he would make snide remarks, asking if you even showered when your hair was only slightly messy or if a smart word ever came out of your mouth when you stumbled over your words. Sometimes he was just mean to you in general to the point where you would cry. You always tried to ignore it, though. That was when you were younger. You couldn’t help that you weren’t that smart and he was your nii-san after all. Your parents would brush it off.

You celebrated his victories together, only because you had to. I mean, you were the younger sister of one of the nation's top three aces in high school volleyball. There was no way your parents wouldn't celebrate. He was their pride and joy.

Smart, athletic, incredibly attractive — everything you felt like you could never live up to.

Your own biological mom so obviously and painfully liked him more than you.

Before you even entered high school, Sakusa was old enough to move out and go to college where he continued to play volleyball. When he visited during the holidays, you still wouldn't have decent conversations with him. He would still insult you. It even made you cringe when you had to call him nii-san. Why address him as your older brother when he didn't even act like it?

But you dealt with it because you had to.

Fresh out of Itachiyama Academy, you're focused on studying for entrance exams for colleges in your area rather than what would happen if you ever had to see Sakusa again. But, you were expecting to see him very soon.

Gentle knocks are heard from outside your door and before you can respond, your mom is already opening it.

"(Y/N), Omi is coming today and he's gonna be here for a week. I have to go to the grocery store to buy food and I'm gonna run other errands so it's gonna take awhile," she says, leaning her head into your room. You respond multiple times with "okay" so she can leave your room sooner.

Textbooks and notebooks are strewn across your bed with you on your stomach, trying to cram as much information in your head as possible.

"That means I might not be here in time for when he comes, so you have to open the door and greet him," she adds.

"What about dad?" you ask with a grimace. The most you would do is say hello and scurry back into your room.

She rolls her eyes at you. "He's working late again. You know that, (Y/N)." With a sigh, you agree and she finally leaves your room after bidding you a "goodbye."

You can't remember the last time you saw Sakusa, but it was probably almost half a year ago. Ever since he left for college, your parents were even more distant towards you. They probably felt like they didn't need to worry about you because you weren't doing anything important.

When Sakusa came over, he barely acknowledged you and you were okay with that because it meant he wouldn't be bothering you.

But that didn't mean his blank stare wouldn't catch your attention whenever you came out of your room to eat or use the restroom. The atmosphere felt...very odd around him. You couldn't necessarily come up with a reason why.

Suddenly, you hear knocking on the front door. It had to be at least an hour or two since your mom left and the thought of who was waiting at the door made your stomach churn.

"Nii-san is here," you mutter to yourself as you got up to open the door. Right as you open the door, Sakusa was staring down at you with the same blankness in his eyes from before with his usual face mask. His hair was shorter than you remember.

Mindlessly, his eyes seem to scan your body before returning to your face, making you feel self-conscious. You were only wearing black spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Subconsciously, you rub your arm and step back to make space.

"(Y/N)," Sakusa acknowledges you in a deadpan voice. It's no surprise to you.

"Hi, onii-san. How are you?" You try so hard to be polite, but Sakusa seemed to have a naturally dominant energy that overwhelmed your senses, even if he also seemed to have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. You step aside so he can come in. He wore gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker that was zipped up all the way. As soon as he makes it inside, he removes his face mask, stuffs it in his pocket, and starts unzipping his jacket.

"I'm good," he hums, "Where's mom?" He places the backpack he was carrying on the couch and takes a seat as you close the door.

"She's out doing errands and dad is working. Do you want some tea?"

"Yes, please. Make sure you wash your hands before you do. Thank you," he said. You walk into the kitchen, muttering "germaphobe" under your breath at his extra request. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you from his place on the couch as you walked around the kitchen, pulling the tea kettle out of one of the bottom cabinets and looking for cups. His gaze followed the outline of your ass in those tiny shorts that hugged your bottom tightly.

"What college are you planning on going to, (Y/N)?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm applying to the college you're going to and three others," you replied from your spot near the counter.

Sakusa actually perks up at your answer. "Oh, cool. You'll love it there if you get in. Only if, though. You're not the brightest."

You couldn't help but let your face fall in a frown at his seemingly small comment. Quickly, you compose yourself and brush off his remark. You got the water boiling in the tea kettle and reached high for the teacups that were sitting on the top cabinets. Your stepdad definitely put them up there.

A presence looms close behind you, which makes your whole body automatically freeze and tense up. A veiny, bulky arm reaches up easily to grab the teacups while another one snakes around you to pull your tank top down as it was exposing your stomach. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you definitely feel something stiff brushing up against your back.

"You need to be careful. Don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" Sakusa commented, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to your ear. A blush found its way onto your cheeks from feeling him so close to you.

He usually hated being so close to people. What was so different today?

"R-right," you stuttered, "Thank you, nii-san."

Confrontation wasn't a strong trait of yours.

You guess that moment was when it started getting really weird between you two. You still had small talks from whenever he would actually see you come out of your room, but you wanted to avoid him as much as you could. However, that was hard when Sakusa insisted that you drank tea together every night and, of course, your parents insisted, too.

Your nii-san wants to spend more time with you, they would say excitedly. Better late than never!

Maybe if he was showing the slightest bit of interest in you, your parents would finally care about you. So, with much hesitation, you started drinking tea with your step brother every night. Sakusa even made the tea himself so his poor little sister wouldn't tire herself out with carrying that heavy teapot.

You're still not sure if you're imagining things, but the tea tasted different from how you made it. And you swear that the tea didn't make you so sleepy after drinking it until he started making it.

"Come here," Sakusa would say with a smirk, "Onii-san will take you to bed."

You would pass out before you even made it to bed, but every morning you woke up with sticky thighs, only blaming it on sweating while you were sleeping.

Until one day, you didn't drink all the tea that he made you. You still fell asleep, though. Your brain was hazy enough to make you lose consciousness as he helped you up from your seat in the kitchen.

Sakusa laid next to you on your bed. You were placed on your side so he could slide under the sheets right behind you to press his hardened length against your ass. This was his favorite part of the night. He spent a few minutes playing with your cunt to make it slick enough for him to let his cock break through your walls.

You barely stirred awake. Didn't even move an inch as he caressed every part of your body, from your soft nipples to the sensitive nub between your thighs.

He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his thighs quickly. His cock hit your ass before settling between your folds. A satisfied moan leaves his lips when he feels your wetness coating the top part of his shaft as he rubbed it against you. He hooked his arm around one of your legs so that you were spread open enough for him to fuck you and rub your clit at the same time with his other hand.

He wanted that sweet nectar completely coating his dick. He remembers the way you tasted and how you came on his tongue the night before, despite being blacked out from the little pills he would dissolve in your drinks. You tasted so clean and smelled so fresh. It was impossible for your nii-san to control himself around you.

And when did your ass look so good? God...Sakusa couldn't believe he never noticed how cute and well-shaped you were. You weren't that little girl he met when you were both kids. You were pushing adulthood now. Still pathetic looking, still too shy, still small around him, but fuck, he definitely would have pushed you over the counter the first day he came over and fucked you until you were crying and gagging.

He continued rubbing circles onto your clit and letting his cock soak up your juices. Gently, he positions the tip at your entrances and pushes in slowly.

"There you go," he whispers in your ear, "I know it's a little big. Don't worry."

He manages to fill you up all the way, making him groan. Your walls were tight around him. He thrusts in and out of you carefully, salvaging the feeling of your slick interior.

But you didn't drink all the tea, which means that you could wake up earlier than he expected.

Sakusa didn't expect you to wake up now.

You stirred slightly as you regained consciousness. Although your eyelids were heavy, you tried to force them open only to be met with darkness.

"Mmm," you croaked, rubbing your eyes. The odd feeling of being filled up suddenly made you wake up more. "W-what's going on?"

"Fuck," Sakusa muttered from behind you. You felt a hard chest pressed against your back and...a hand on your pussy. No, something inside your pussy. And that voice was so familiar.

You quickly whip your head around when the realization dawns on you. What the fuck is happening? While your eyes adjust to the dark room, you see two familiar eyes staring straight back at you. He stopped grinding his hips against you for a moment as if time stopped.

"...Nii-san?" you hesitated. His breathing was heavy and he stayed silent.

"Nii-san, what are you doing?" you asked in a panicked voice. You quickly tried to get up from your position, only to be held down by Sakusa’s muscular arms. His hand wrapped itself over your lips to prevent you from screaming.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, (Y/N),” he whispered. A muffled scream tries to escape your lips. He continued to fuck you slowly, leaving a burning feeling in your walls. The same sore feeling that you would sometimes wake up to within the past few days.

For a moment, you pry his fingers off of your mouth. "I don't understand...Why are you...?" You yelped in surprise, horror, and pleasure as he delivered a sharp thrust from behind you. The smack of his hips against your bare ass made you cringe and feel so disgusted with yourself. Nii-san is actually inside me.

"My poor little sister," he chucked darkly. He suddenly wraps his arm around your knee tighter and forces your legs wide open, your knee almost touching your chest. Instead of putting his hand over your mouth to shut you up, he kneads your breast. His hands were so large.

"You think you can walk around the house looking like a little slut in those tiny shorts?" He stretches you open with his hard cock with slow, yet hard, thrusts. It left your mouth agape, but no sounds left your throat except for small squeaks that you couldn't hold back. "You stupid bitch. Just as dumb as I could remember. Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to bend you over and fill you up with my cum like the stupid, desperate slut you are."

He was satisfied as you were barely fighting him. All you did was desperately search for something to hold onto and bite your lip because you were so scared. His words were painful. "Look at you. A waste of fucking space, only good as a fuck hole. Didn't even realize she was getting drugged and getting fucked every night because she's so fucking stupid."

Weak. That was all your brain was telling you, mocking you, as Sakusa didn't stop moving against you and insulting you. This wasn't the first time. It just so happened that this time you were able to wake up.

"I-I..." you stuttered, "I'll...I'll tell mom and dad." The sheets were gripped tightly between your fingers. "I'll tell them- mmmm...what nii-san has been doing to me..."

"If you tell mom and dad, they wouldn't even care," Sakusa said in a patronizing tone. The way his hand was caressing you made you wanna cry.

“They would!”

"Mom and dad don't even treat you like a daughter, (Y/N). When was the last time they told you they loved you?" Even if his question was rhetorical, your mind went completely blank. You can't recall a moment where they ever told you they loved you.

"B-but, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be doing this," you argued. It was a surprise that your mind wasn't completely clouded by how big his cock was and how his thrusts felt almost hateful.

"You think they would choose your side? You'd be ruining your own life. Maybe you'd ruin mine. And it'd be. All. Your. Fault." With each syllable, his movements became sharper. "You don't wanna betray your nii-san by saying something, do you?"

"You love your nii-san, right?"

You do. You love him so much, even if you tried to avoid him and he never said a single good thing to you in your whole damn life.

Because you have to love him.

You stopped gripping on the sheets to the point where your knuckles were turning ghostly white to brush away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body shook, from both crying because of Sakusa's painful words and how hard he was fucking you. The pleasure building up in your core was overwhelming you, making that intense feeling of having to pee forced out of you.

Hearing your sniffles and small cries, Sakusa pulls you even tighter against him, but doesn't stop his relentless thrusting. It turned him on even more. He pushes your hand to brush away your tears for you, like good big brothers should.

"It's okay, (Y/N). We both know mom and dad don't love you."

A loud cry erupted from your chest. Maybe if your parents cared about you, they'd be running to your room to save you the second you started crying. But, no. Sakusa was basking in the fact that you were hurting on the inside. After years of negligent silence, you were finally letting it all out.

"But nii-san loves you," he said with a smile.

Although his words seemed to stun your entire being, you manage to choke out a "What?" Like it was the first time someone ever told you that they love you.

His torturous thrusts almost distracted you. Fuck, why did it feel so good to have your step brother fucking you on your side like this?

"I love you." He sweetly grabs your face so you can turn your head to look at him. There was a pounding in your ears coming straight from your chest. A warm feeling spreads throughout your stomach.

"You...you love me, nii-san?"

"Of course I do." He was actually smiling at you, "If I didn't, would I be inside you right now?"

His face didn't seem so blank anymore. Sakusa never ever smiled at you. Hell, he never really smiled in general. Someone actually loved you. Holy shit. And he was even pounding away at your insides like you were a fuck doll.

Is that why he's so mean? Was he just trying to hide his feelings for you this whole time? You could die laughing right now. His cock felt so damn good rearranging your guts against your will yet you were struggling to accept it.

Your cheeks naturally puffed up in happiness as you smiled so brightly at him. The flip switched in your brain so easily. Without another word, Sakusa kissed you passionately, because he knew you would let him continue to ravage your body. Your hips began to buck from the pressure building up in your lower half and you starting pushing your hips towards him, welcoming his length inside you. It felt like you needed more of him. More of his love.

Love me.

"Nii-san," you gasped against his lips. His movements never faltered, which you figured was from his amazing athletic ability and stamina.

"Be a good little sister and cum on my cock," he coaxed. He could tell you were so close to cumming from how tightly your precious cunt was hugging his length and how you were squirming against him. You were both slick with sweat. As you started squirming more violently against him, Sakusa tightened his grip on you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined desperately, “Nii-san, I’m gonna cum!” You grabbed his arms and pushed your fingernails into his skin, making him hiss from the sudden pain. With a firm grip over your mouth, he muffles your screams. Satisfaction settled in your stomach as you exploded all over his cock. Your sweet juices trailed down your thighs onto the bedsheets.

As much as Sakusa wanted to, he couldn’t fill up your insides and see your hole dripping with his cum just yet. He quickly pulls out of you and lets his seed shoot onto the bare skin of your ass. The shock of your orgasm left your thighs trembling, your skin wet, and your eyes drooping.

“You’re the best little sister.”

You would’ve replied, but you could barely form any words as you lost consciousness again. When you woke up the next morning, you were fully dressed and cleaned up, with no stickiness between your thighs like how you used to wake up.

Sakusa actually cleaned you up this time. You felt your heart melt and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Everything seemed to go back to normal between you two, with the same small talks and not really seeing each other often, but he always had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he saw you.

Whenever his eyes would trail up your body to meet yours, you could feel a warmth in your stomach spread all throughout your body which forced you to look away quickly. Whenever he insulted you, you would feel your thighs press together. Whenever you caught yourself admiring his features when he replaced his face mask for a new one, you smiled softly to yourself.

When it was time for him to leave, you couldn’t help but let a few tears shed. He was all set to go, with his backpack on and his mask covering his face.

“Hey, don’t cry, (Y/N),” he cooed, wiping your tears away, “You know I won’t be gone forever.”

You sniffled, “I know. I just hate being here alone.” Well, not necessarily alone. You just hated being ignored and neglected just because you weren’t your brother.

“If you manage to get into my college, you can move in with me. How does that sound?” You instantly perk up and dry your tears with your shirt.

"Really?!” you asked with excitement. You imagine all the things you could do with your nii-san without your parents in the picture. You could go out together, hold hands, share kisses, just about anything. He could even fuck you whenever he wants.

These thoughts about your own step brother would've made you feel sick before.

But that was before you knew Sakusa loved you. Now, you couldn't help but ask your mom when the next time your nii-san would be coming to visit. While you were waiting for his next visit, you studied hard.

College would be so much fun with your nii-san with you!

Part 2

[crystaldahlias]

Baked Treats and Dangerous Loyalties [Chapter 1 of A Fox and His Son (or, The Curious Case of Yogurt Dy)]

Summary of the Story: In which Fundy and Yogurt are just trying to live their lives

But the entire SMP is in chaos and everything goes wrong

While everyone also wonders where the hell did Yogurt come from.

Chapter Notes: So, just gonna explain it now. This is a story about a prompt that was done in the one-shots book. It was about people finding out about Yogurt being Fundy's son, and they don't know who the other parent is. I just want to say now, while this is tagged as Underage Parenthood, that is not the case.

Fundy adopted Yogurt here, and the underage parenthood is there because everyone assumes that Fundy had a biological child. Yogurt is 5 in the story and Fundy is 21.

For timeline's sake: Fundy was 16 during the Manburg Era (nearing the end) Fundy was 17-18 during the New L'Manburg arc Fundy was 19 when he canonically disappeared for one year Fundy was 20 during the year he spent having the nightmares and being alone in his not-so-secret base And currently, he is 21.

Do not ask about the other characters because heaven knows how old these characters are at this point lmao, and Fundy's age is just confusing idek.

But yeah, hope you guys like this!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36437299/chapters/90853537

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“Hi, Fundy! T-This must be Yogurt!”

She watched as Fundy nearly hit his head on the counter. When Quackity had directed her to where Fundy was, his cabin in the woods, she didn’t find him there. Instead, she had wandered the vast city of Las Nevadas until she caught a glimpse of bright orange within the dimly lit Las Nevadas Casino. It was devoid of people, other than Fundy and the little white fluff ball that was sitting on a bar stool, playing with a fish plushie and a fox plushie. Niki was hesitant to enter at first, but she didn’t want to waste the bread and sweets she’d worked so hard to make last night. She sat down next to Yogurt, the small kit’s icy blue eyes staring up at her and then at the basket.

“Niki!” Fundy rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and Niki couldn’t help but wonder why he was even at the casino bar so early in the morning. “Can I get you— No, you’re not here for a drink.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Are you?”

“I don’t drink on the job, or in front of…” Fundy gave a glance towards Yogurt, the kit too busy staring at the basket to notice his look. She gave an indifferent hum. Niki didn’t drink, unless Phil or Techno offered during one of their Syndicate meetings, and even then she drank only one glass. To drink more would only remind her of Schlatt. She moved the basket towards Fundy, an olive branch, even if she did still feel bitter about the apology that Fundy owed her. After everything, she couldn’t bring herself to hold a grudge anymore. “Oh, you started baking again?”

“I did. Yeah!” She smiled then, despite herself.

“Is this for me and Yogurt?” Hesitation crossed Fundy’s eyes, even as his hand was poised to grab the handle. The kit turned to Niki, eyes pleading. Even if she intended for the basket to be for someone else, Niki wouldn’t have had the heart to say no to Yogurt. She nodded, feeling weak against the child’s gaze. Almost as soon as she had nodded, the kit reached up to snatch a cookie from the basket, no chocolate because she didn’t want to commit a homicide today. The kit was biting into it by the time Fundy finally spoke again. “Yogurt! What do you say to Niki?”

“Thank you, nice Basket Lady!”

She giggled, running a hand through the child’s fluffy hair. Fundy groaned, putting his head in his hands, but clearly he was trying to hold back a grin. After finishing the cookie, Yogurt’s face was covered in crumbs which she quickly wiped away with her handkerchief. Niki had debated with herself last night, whether she should bring the basket of baked treats to Fundy and Yogurt, but she was glad she decided to do so. It was nice to see Yogurt smiling. It was nice to see any child smiling after recent happenings. Yogurt was reaching once again for a cookie, but Fundy pulled the basket away before the kit could snatch another one. The kit whined, but he didn’t complain as Fundy placed the basket closer towards him. “Thank you, Niki… Thank you.”

“You should let him have another cookie. You… You probably haven’t eaten breakfast.” She didn’t mean to gesture at the bar, but she did. Fundy caught the accusatory look in her eye, but he didn’t flinch away from it. Yogurt hadn’t made a move towards the basket, only complaining when Niki had stopped petting his hair. She scratched behind the kit’s ears, remembering when she used to do it with Fundy. Those were simpler times, when she used to go to sleep with only peace in her mind instead of anger. “I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No, no. This looks shady as fu— I get it.” Fundy spared a glance at the rainbow mixture of bottles behind him. She wasn’t sure of any of their names, but she knew which ones were the wines and which ones were the whiskeys. “We ate breakfast this morning before we got here. It’s not as busy during the day but we do get the early customers here and there… I would have left Yogurt with Foolish or Sam but… I think there’s an emergency. Quackity would have been my last choice but he hasn’t left his office s-since Guy.”

Fundy looked nauseous at the mention of “Guy,” a sickness passing over his face as a hand moved to clutch at his stomach. Niki reached over and plucked a cookie from the basket, handing it over to Fundy who took a hesitant bite out of it. She didn’t know who “Guy” was, but she took of the name all the same. Her eyes glanced over at Yogurt, if only she knew what this “Guy” looked like. “I could always look after Yogurt… I could teach him how to bake. You could help me out too… Maybe we can even reopen the bakery together!”

The words were out before she could stop them.

The fox hybrid registered the words that hung in the air between them, appetite gone as he gave the cookie over to Yogurt who was all too happy to take it from his dad. Niki didn’t really know what she was saying, maybe it was the nostalgia. Maybe it was the stress of what had happened. Maybe she just wanted to go back to when everything was alright. “Do you want to talk, Niki?”

“Yes.” She took a nervous glance towards the bar and the bottles, “Not here.”

Fundy stepped from behind the bar, basket in one arm as he reached over to carry Yogurt. The kit nuzzled his face against Fundy’s neck, purring happily at being carried. “I’ll go look for Foolish. Might take a while, but I’ll be back. Then… we can talk anywhere you want. I promise.”

She watched him walk away, telling herself that yes, he will be back. He promised.

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“I’m sorry.”

“That isn’t why I looked for you.” He scoffed at her reply. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. Did she look for him because she wanted an apology? Maybe. She doesn’t know. There were many reasons why she wanted to find Fundy. “W-Why are you working for Quackity?”

“Why not?” Fundy answered, reaching for the inside of his jacket, before pulling away. They’d found themselves walking over to the Essempy, the empty shops looming over them as they sat down on the Prime Path. A long time ago, they’d met on the very same path. Both of them lost to anger and insanity at the indignation, at the injustice they’d both gone through. Niki kept her gaze ahead, refusing to see the ice cream shop and the flower shop nearby. “He looked for me.”

“W-what do you mean?” Somehow, she already knew what he meant, and so Fundy didn’t answer. She hadn’t seen Fundy in over a year now, and as far as Eret had told her, he had left the Essempy. But then, she didn’t go looking for him. And he didn’t go looking for anyone else. But Quackity… he had looked for Fundy. “Phil and Techno took me in. I’m part of the Syndicate.”

“... Are we going to fight or something? I don’t have a weapon, this wouldn’t be a fair fight, yeah?” Fundy glanced over at her, eyes weary like he genuinely expected her to jump at him with a sword. While the Syndicate wanted Las Nevadas gone, Fundy wasn’t on the list of people that needed to be taught a lesson. Everyone had agreed not to include the fox hybrid in any fight that may occur in the future. She nervously giggled instead, pulling the collar of her coat closer to her neck. She buried her face in the cloth, taking a deep breath to calm herself. The soot stench that had previously clung to the coat had been replaced with vanilla, drowning out the past memories that had once been the coat’s story. “This isn’t about Las Nevadas or the Syndicate.”

“You don’t have to work for Quackity. I’ve started baking again and… it’s an idea, but we could reopen the bakery. Not here, it’s too… dead here. We could make a bakery near Techno and Phil’s house. Techno’s been helping me bake and… we could all start a bakery. You could stay close, maybe even build a house there. You and Yogurt could move in… I-it’s an idea. But think about it, Fundy, we could start the bakery again. You wouldn’t have to work for Quackity! You wouldn’t have to worry about Yogurt!” The question wasn’t among the words she’d nervously said, but she hoped that it would be enough to show her concern. Niki didn’t like Las Nevadas, and not because she was in the Syndicate. It reminded her too much of Manburg. The drinking. The money. Even Quackity was beginning to sound more like Schlatt. When she’d asked for Fundy, he had answered her roughly and told her to get out of his office. Too much like Schlatt.

“I… I like Las Nevadas. I do.” Fundy nodded to himself, like he wasn’t entirely convinced at his own statement. He wrapped his arms around himself, tail stilling behind him. “I’m not leaving.”

“Why? W-what can Quackity offer you that you’d be willing to stay?” She thought that the offer of starting anew might change Fundy’s mind, but he still wanted to remain in Las Nevadas. She didn’t understand, everything about Las Nevadas was… soooo… Okay, gambling and deceit was very Fundy, but the way the city looked, its people… She wondered how Fundy’s sensitive fox instincts could bear to be in such a loud city, she could hardly stand it herself! If she went to ask Techno, she knows the piglin hybrid would tell her that he wouldn’t be able to stand Las Nevadas. It was too bright, too obnoxious in it’s message of being alive. “Think about Yogurt.”

“Fuck you, Yogurt is completely fine!” A growl tore through Fundy’s throat, quickly dying down the moment it began. A look of pain and regret crossed Fundy’s face, before exhaustion clouded his eyes again. He turned away, tail wrapping around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.”

“No. No. I… I’m sorry for insulting you. I didn’t mean it like that, Fundy.” They fell into a small silence after that, tension still hanging in the air, and neither one of them was willing to break it.

Niki hadn’t wanted to fight, but she was nervous, no, she was scared for her friends. She knew Eret was fine, and they were fine, they had a palace and guards to protect them. Fundy was in a foreign land with people who no one in the Syndicate could trust. He was all alone, and with a child that no one even knew about until last week. Had he always had that child? But that would mean he had Yogurt during the Manburg Era and Niki was right there so why didn’t she know?

She just wanted her friends to be close, to be where she could find them. Eret was fine. Phil and Techno were fine. Fundy was far away and Ranboo was… She couldn’t help the small sob that rose from her throat, and soon the tears were falling past her cheeks before she could stop them. Fundy jolted at the sound, and she could feel his hand on her shoulder, sharp claws biting into the cloth. He moved so that he was crouching in front of her. The sun was directly behind him, turning his ginger hair bright with the colors of a sunset, but it basked her into complete shadow. He frowned, eyes furrowed in worry. “Niki… why were you looking for me? The truth, please.”

“Oh gods, Fundy…” She sighed deeply.

“I just need to know where everyone is, I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

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“I spoke with Fundy.” 

It was not a proper greeting, but with the dimness of the cabin, Niki found it more appropriate to say what she wanted. Phil was seated by the fireplace, a cup of tea in hand. Techno was nowhere in sight, and she didn’t expect to see him for quite some time. She stood by the doorway, the snow piling up behind her as a blizzard settled in. Niki didn’t waste anymore time getting inside.

She would have waited for Phil to let her in himself, but he hadn’t spoken a word in days. He’d been like this when Wilbur had died, and while he had been forced to move on then, she wasn’t sure he could move on now. Not that anyone would ask him to be strong at such a sad tragedy.

Niki placed her coat on the coatrack by the door, kicking off her boots before stepping onto the carpet floor of the cabin. She moved to sit on an alcove near the window, pulling a blanket around her shoulders to keep out the cold of the arctic. Phil didn’t offer her a cup of tea, but she knew there was a kettle on in the kitchen if she wanted some. Any other day, she might have loved a cup of tea, but after talking with Fundy and making the long trek back to Phil and Techno’s house, she couldn’t muster the strength to walk any further. After some time, the avian hybrid turned to finally look at her, eyes wet with tears and feathers rumpled with a few days’ worth of no preening. “I didn’t learn anything about Yogurt. What I do know is that Las Nevadas has an emergency, and I think it has something to do with someone called Guy? I don’t know…”

“Sam is part of Las Nevadas.” Phil croaked out, tea left forgotten on the table. It looked untouched. She swallowed down her nervousness. She knew Sam was part of Las Nevadas, Fundy had mentioned leaving Yogurt with him as a potential babysitter. She didn’t understand why he would trust him with any child, much less Yogurt, his own son. A small smile appeared on her face then. Maybe he won’t now. Not after what she’d told him. He couldn’t trust someone like that with Yogurt, nor with himself. What if Sam decided to take on the role of Warden too seriously? People could get hurt! She shivered at her and Fundy’s conversation. She had tried to get him to move away, hoping that what happened to Ranboo would be enough to scare him closer to where the Syndicate lived, but he refused. He said… He said that he owed it to Quackity to stay. “Niki, I don’t know if I should tell you�� but he was there that night. Fundy.”

“That isn’t… That isn’t true.” It couldn’t be, Fundy wouldn’t have reacted the way he did. Fundy was a trickster, but he wouldn’t pretend to be upset over Ranboo. And what did he have to gain by lying to her about it? She shook her head, eyebrows furrowing together as her hands turned into fists, clinging onto the soft cotton of the blanket. It was the reason why Fundy had quickly wanted to leave… or did he want to leave because he didn’t want her to know he was tricking her? She shook her head again. No. No. No. He wouldn’t lie about being upset. Not about Ranboo. “I told him. He was sad! H-he wanted to go home after I told him! He couldn’t have been there that night! That’s not possible. I was there that night too! I would have seen him too!”

“Now, hold on, mate. I’m not finished. I… I can’t be sure it was Fundy, but I think I saw him with Quackity and Foolish. It’s hard to say but, um… You saw them too, didn’t you? The cloaked figures on horses? Well, I know Quackity and Foolish were two of those cloaked figures but I swear I saw Fundy too… except, something was different about him. He felt different too. I don’t know what it is, but he didn’t feel right. Didn’t look right, either.” She leaned closer, Phil’s voice had lowered to a whisper, as if he was scared to speak out loud. Niki thought back to that night, and it was… a blur. All she could faintly remember were the skulls in her arms, the roar of the wither as it came to life inside the obsidian walls of the prison. It all had happened so quickly, and then Ranboo… She didn’t remember much of that night. “I know my grandson. I know his eyes. And whatever it was that stared at me that night, it wasn’t… it wasn’t our Fundy.”

“W-what do you mean?” She pulled the blanket closer to herself, rubbing it against her face. It smelled of strawberries, which meant that it was Techno’s. He had a few blankets all over the house, in case anyone got cold and wanted to curl up somewhere. Niki thought back to her brief meeting with Fundy, the way he had looked like he was sleeping when she’d first entered the bar. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, but Niki thought… she thought that was just what happened when you get a child to care for. “The cloaked figure looked like Fundy, but… what?”

“Fundy has brown eyes, with gold flecks. The brown he mostly got from Wilbur and his grandmother, but the gold… I would assume that’s it from his mother. Wilbur never introduced her and… his tastes are fucked up.” Niki giggled at that. They both knew Wilbur’s type, weird as it may be… and… impossible because a fish and a human couldn’t possibly… She didn’t want to think about it anymore. “I saw Fundy that night, but his eyes were completely gold!”

She blinked, but his eyes had been the same… “That is… That is very weird.”

---

He looked down at the diamonds in his hands, throat sick with nausea.

After he had gone back to Las Nevadas, nearly getting yelled at by Quackity for leaving his post, his boss had only sighed and shoved a few diamonds in his hands. Payment for another vision.

At least Quackity hadn’t made him go back to the bar again. It was the deal. Fundy told Quackity of his dreams, and he got paid to stay at home. He’d walked past the still-grieving duck hybrid to go pick up Yogurt for the day. He’d left him with Sam, and despite Niki’s warnings of… what had happened, he trusted Sam. When he got to the Warden’s guardhouse, Yogurt was playing outside, drawing a messy version of the prison with a few crayons that Sam must have given to him. He’d even given Yogurt a chicken plushie that he swore looked familiar, not that Fundy had had the time to think about it. Sam looked like shit, and bad as it was, Fundy felt happy that he wasn’t the only one losing sleep recently. Even Quackity looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Papa?” He shoved the diamonds inside a chest, reaching down to pick up Yogurt. He was holding three plushies in his arms now, and he looked really proud of that too. “Papa feel icky?”

“No. Papa isn’t sick. If papa was sick, he wouldn’t be able to kiss his cute little fluffy boy, right?” He nuzzled his face on Yogurt’s hair, the kit giggling as he tried to push Fundy’s face away. Yogurt liked the affection though, nuzzling into the crook of his neck once Fundy stopped burying his face in his hair. He looked at the clock by the door, taking note of Yogurt’s approaching bedtime… and his own too. His feet quietly padded through the orange carpeted cabin, entering the only closed room in the house. He would have built Yogurt his own bedroom, but the kit was clingy, refusing to sleep anywhere but next to Fundy. That was his own fault, he’d spoiled his kit. Not that Fundy was complaining, not against his beautiful little boy. “Sleep time.”

“Berry pancakes ‘morrow?” Yogurt yawned, jumping out of Fundy’s arms and landing in the middle of the bed, plushies scattering across the sheets. The kit disappeared underneath the blankets, head popping up a few seconds later as he got comfortable. He sighed, grabbing all the plushies before placing them beside Yogurt. He sat down at the edge, hands clenching on his knees as exhaustion panged in his mind. The bed looked cozy and warm, but all he felt was the urge to run outside and wait until the sun rose in the distance again. “Want more sweet berries!”

“Niki already gave us a basket of sweets.”

“For snack! Papa said Yogi can only eat for snack!” The kit huffed, and Fundy couldn’t help but smile. After a while, he was resting on the bed, the lamp turned off. The moon’s silver beam was the only source of light left in the room, creeping from the window as though it was the watchful eye of a god. Yogurt already had his fair share of baked treats, having eaten at least five cookies during the day. He’d given the basket to Sam, and Sam must have let Yogurt take three more cookies while Fundy was talking to Niki. Not that Fundy was one to talk, having a sweet tooth himself, but he didn’t want Yogurt eating too much sugar. The kit was more energetic than he had ever been as a child! He sighed, pulling Yogurt closer to himself, the kit cuddling into his arms and purring. Fundy winced as the kit’s eyes fluttered close, sleep already taking him. Still, his kit still had one thing to say to him. “Papa promise berry pancakes… ‘morrow… plea… se?”

The kit was already snoring by the time Fundy had made up his mind.

With only the sound of Yogurt’s snoring and the crickets outside, Fundy was left to his thoughts. He thinks about the diamonds stashed away in his chest, the price that he’d placed on his nightmares. Quackity wasn’t an asshole, but it still sickened him to think that he had let the man convince him to sell his dreams and sanity. He thinks that no payment could ever fix the trauma.

Niki had offered him a way out, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to live near Phil and Techno again. The bakery had been an olive branch, an offer to leave Las Nevadas. It was… a nice offer, but did Niki even want him there, or was she pitying him? Quackity… Foolish… Sam… they wanted him in Las Nevadas. And, Quackity needed him. Needed his dreams. Unlike Niki and everyone else, Quackity had actually looked for him. Quackity had been there for him.

His own fucking dad didn’t look for him. But Quackity had. And… And Fundy had friends in Las Nevadas. Foolish was nice, and Sam was… nice. Guy had been strange and… Fundy did miss him. Quackity was rude, but he cared. He did. Fundy shook his head, moving to lay on his side, an arm reaching out to hold Yogurt closer to himself. For a year, he had been so alone, lost within his nightmares in that lonely base-tower of his. Phil had looked for him, but he didn’t see what was wrong and had left him to suffer. Quackity had looked for him, and he had been persistent. Fundy thinks back to those diamonds again, and his resolve is strengthened. Quackity had given him and Yogurt a home, a chance at a better life. It was the least he could do to stay.

No one had ever stayed for him. Fundy sighed, letting his eyes finally close. He thinks of Yogurt sleeping beside him, knowing that soon the kit would wake up to Fundy’s terrified screaming.

Through the haze of exhaustion, his mind slipping into that small boundary of awareness and sleep, he could hear muted screams, the stench of metal filling his nose. Already, the dreams were claiming him, and soon the black shadows behind his eyes turned to a lime green and to a wicked smile painted on white porcelain. He only had one last thought before he finally slipped.

‘Yogurt deserves some berry pancakes if I’m going to wake him with my screaming tonight.’

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End Notes: Also, just a question, do y'all want me to mention the fwt wedding thing that happened?

Dream will eventually be in the story, and I currently have two scenarios planned out for his chapter. While fwt will not actually be focused on in this story, it will be mentioned if you guys want it to exist. Either way, if fwt is gonna be mentioned here, Fundy and him have broken up a long time ago.

Same question with 5undy. I want to have a 5up chapter, and I already have it planned, just need to know if people want 5undy here. If 5undy, then they'll be an actual couple.

[bluealmondpie]

haikyuu!boyfriends

suga is such a balanced character. so much love to give, but also so much chaos. if i had to choose someone to marry i think it'll b him, i'll never be bored a day in the rest of my life ever again

bf!sugawara

* i have this impression that suga is a "love at first sight" type of guy

* i mean. he's so intuitive and good at reading people

* it's definitely got to take him by surprise, love

* idek what situation it would be but like all of a sudden his eyes will land on you for the first time and it's like ✨✨sparkle screen tone✨✨

* anyway he's not one to fumble in speech just bc there's a hella cute angel that decided to grace his vision (he totally said that out loud, i'm just quoting him)

* anyway dates with this lovely boy is just so. much. fun.

* i mean it starts off sort of normal u know like wew amusement park stuff u think it's just gonna b a great day in general classic first date

* ofc u go to the horror house

* surprisingly he LOVES IT right or maybe not surprisingly but N E WAY listen to me

* suga is the type who will 10/10 sneak back up on the ghosts or scare them back

* laugh at them when they laugh at you

* chase them when they chase you

* generally. the worst kind of person u wanna bring to a haunted house, cos the ghosts/theme park workers just get annoyed

* i mean he's probably the one who tells the ghost stories during training camps

* so yeah after that lovely and completely embarrassing experience u go for a roller coaster or more than one actually all of them

* and this man is not afraid of anything in the theme park he is just having a B L A S T

* u wonder if you're really needed in this whole situation

* after all it seems like he just needed some company

* but you two decide to take a break and chill out at a random little pavilion ~conveniently~ out of the way and sheltered from prying eyes

* and you're ruminating on your thoughts like hmmm maybe i read the signs wrongly and he's not actually interested in me at all

* then suga turns up with a couple ice creams and hands one to you and just... leans back and enjoys his peace and quiet and ice cream beside you

* as u look at how restful and gentle he looks, you wonder where the loud, excitable and chaotic person when was on the rides with u went

* and he notices u staring and smiles

* and you're a goner i'm sorry have u seen his soft, soft smiles and kind eyes

* like wow hit me with that love too

* you're totally blinded. and also falling deep, deep into the hole of a man called sugawara koushi.

* after that first date every date is an adventure.

* cafes you've never heard of, new ones, different concepts, he brings you to all of them

* whether the food is good or the food is bad

* whether it is dodgy or not

* you're there and it's just like wow babe all this cool knick knacks!! look at the interior design!! look at the furnishing it's so cute/vintage/eccentric/idk what other adjectives but i suppose it depends on where u went

* sometimes you go to high places like mountain tops and towers to watch the sea and feel the wind and it's always so refreshing

* suga is a surprise person. surprise events. surprise hugs. surprise kisses. he does them all.

* and he's great at skinship like all the hugs are so warm and heavenly u don't wanna leave. he knows just when to pull you closer and when to let go and shift you so you feel more comfortable. he knows when to gently press a kiss into your forehead. when to bury his face into your hair.

* he's not that great on handholding, usually when he grabs your hand it's to drag you someplace. otherwise his hands are laden with snacks while you too are walking around and it's still great. casual, yet warm.

* although in private he might never let go of you. cuddles all the way. he sometimes likes being the small spoon. he also likes lying on your chest. generally the positions you find yourselves in are random and almost contortionist sometimes... because it's just... comfortable. like a cat.

* forever pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. while his hands are wrapped around your waist. or sometimes on your cheeks.

* suga's got mad wife and life skills. don't talk about making simple meals, he can cook up a feast if it's a special occasion. he can make a whole stuffed toy, let alone sew a button or mend clothes. wife him up fast, k?

* the spicy foods tho. he makes them everyday. you'd b in luck if you like them, if not, sometimes he enjoys seeing u suffer. just sometimes (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

* rarely gets mad at you. but u probably often get mad at the chaos he brings. it really can go above and beyond imagination

* yet he can also be very grounded. it's like flying a kite. he's a master at knowing when to let loose and when to pull it together, so you can fly higher to catch the wind.

* sometimes you think he may be the wind itself, especially when he laughs in such an airy, light way.

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requests open;

masterlist here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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sorry for the hiatus. in general i've been in a very dark place for a while now. but i've been trying to get out of this funk and i started rereading the haikyuu spin offs and i just really miss haikyuu and writing and just making stuff in general. i started an art ig acct just to keep myself occupied, and i've just started writing again. the fluff keeps me distracted from the pressing darkness at night (it's 2.51am as i write this: i've been trying to sleep earlier, and it's much earlier than the crack of dawn. i'm improving! just a little)

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[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Ten

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it’s all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared, for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au ??? (at this point idek) angst, fluff, slice of life etc ?? word count :: 4k author note :: haha.... wowww it's been long since i last updated. honestly my physical and mental health have just been horrible... that's about it, i lost a lot of motivation but if you're still reading i am very thankful and i will try to deliver the story well. i tried my best but writing whilst sick is very tiresome :-) tags :: @patience-is-here​ , @chwlogy​ , @a--nonymousse​ , @imkumichan​ 

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Keeping yourself cooped up within Levi's estate and never daring to step a foot outside should have been what you had done. Blackmailing him to keep you confined within the walls of your bedroom would be much better compared to the problem you have to resolve now. Perhaps if you had done so you wouldn't have collided face first into this muddle.

Jean fiddles with the ends of his button up, he doesn't take the chance to glance up at any of his superiors. He's either much too embarrassed or has nothing noteworthy to start off with.

Erwin chooses to call the shots seeing as neither you or the Viscount by your side wish to begin.

"You both understand why we're here. Correct me if I'm wrong?" The Commander looks between you, Jean and your unfortunate excuse of a husband. Suddenly it looks as if the gears and cogs in Jean's brain move without warning.

Offering a demure nod you expect for him to follow in your footsteps and do the same only he stands there looking between you and Levi.

"Wait...The two of you are? A couple?" Stunned isn't the word, Jean's completely flabbergasted.

"If you figured that out this late, I do not understand why Erwin sees you remotely fit for my team." Levi's beyond insulted at the fact he's only just understood the situation.

Jean, now more intimidated than ever before straightens his back and coughs clumsily, "Sorry." He murmurs chestnut eyes making contact with the hardwood floors.

The Commander's laced hands sit atop his desk, elegant fingers moving similar to honey on a spoon. He sighs not out of fatigue but pride. Whatever plan he's come up with has to be decent at the very least, his body language is telling you that much.

"We have a number of possibilities we can choose from. We owe that pleasure to Mr Kirstein here." Erwin offers him an almost cynical smile, you can't help but gulp thinking about how this is essentially your fault. With all the constant training sessions and team building tasks it makes sense for Jean to have completely forgot about your unspoken rule. Solely blaming him is incorrect.

Raising your arm above your head to intervene you make it known that you're aware of Levi shooting you a look of warning by returning it. It's best he knows you don't care for anyone's opinion let alone his.

"Permission to speak Commander?"

Your request is agreed to immediately with the wave of  Erwin's hand.

"It's my fault for not reminding Jean. I'll take the blame, I hadn't even told him the full story concerning me and Levi."

Levi doesn't enjoy your defense in the slightest. "I don't expect my wife to fling herself at other men and allow for them to snoop around gathering the details of our personal lives."

Scoffing you shield yourself with your arms over your chest.

"Oh dear husband. If you want to get personal do tell me where my family is?" It's an inside joke only Levi will be able to understand.

"If you call those people family your standards are disgustingly low."

"Maybe that explains why I settled for you."

Again, other's opinions are not at the forefront of your priority list. Regardless it's quite enjoyable pushing Levi further into a corner with that sentence. You see the internal struggle play out within him. Jaw clenched, hands balled together. He doesn't have an appropriate response

Jean bursts out unable to hold it in any longer, chest trembling with every quake of laughter that ripples through him you have to shove him with your elbow. For a Viscount his etiquette sure is nonexistent.

"My word, the two of you sound like..."

Levi stares at him most probably expecting something along the lines of "An old married couple."

But, no. It's nothing anyone in the room expects. That includes you.

"It's as if you're unhappy with each other..."

Not a noise is made after that. Jean isn't mistaken, your heart is miserable. You've never had many relationships to begin with, whether it be familial, romantic or platonic and for someone such as your husband to treat you the way he does - it feels futile having to navigate around the complexities. Even if he isn't really your husband it's disappointing to reflect on your marriage so suddenly.

Feeling your face droop a little you bite your bottom lip with your teeth. Hearing the truth from someone you barely expect to hear it from has an effect on you.

You're so caught up analyzing everything it takes you a minute to even register Levi grumbling and lunging forward pilfering the collar of Jean's shirt.

"Every day you prove to be more and more pathetic than I expect." Levi turns to look at you after that. His stare bores into you but he doesn't come off threatening, you assume his last remark is directed solely at Jean.

When he turns back only glaring at Jean now with even more tenacity than before. He's ready to snap but Erwin has clearly had enough of the unwanted altercation in his office.

"Enough. The both of you. This is most bothersome." At the Commander's orders Levi is silenced although it takes all of his resolve to do so.

Finally bothering you take a good look at Jean. He's calm in an incredibly out of character way.

Is this not the man who trembled in his boots the first time he and Levi came into contact? It's almost as if he seems pleased with himself for drawing out such a reaction from his Captain.

Erwin shuffles through stacks of paperwork on his desk. The man needs an assistant at this point. You doubt you could find anything in that haphazard pile. Edges of crumpled paper poke out uncomfortably and Erwin becomes increasingly annoyed when he can't locate what it is he's looking for.

Just as you're about to ask if he requires any assistance it seems he's found what he's been looking for, that's if his eyes are any indication of the relief he feels.

"This." He holds up the paper, all eyes in the room are trained on it. "Under normal circumstances would not have to become an option."

"But these aren't normal circumstances?" Jean's thoughtless question is irksome when the answer is so obviously staring him down in the face.

Nonetheless Erwin nods incapable of losing his cool over something so minor.

"Sign to confirm to my proposition."

The document he places onto the desk isn't what you imagine, you can practically feel the dread climb up your throat once you're done scanning it. Jean's full name placed right next to yours in bold lettering has your stomach lurching. You don't have to read the rest to understand the new circumstances you've landed into.

To make matters worse Erwin places two rings down right in front of the both of you.

A pot of boiling hot water is what you've been thrown in.

Are you supposed to be some sort of replacement for potatoes? What's Jean in this scenario? Carrots?

"It is troublesome to have the two of you put on an act to be involved with one another but I see it as our safest option." Erwin notices your parted lips and slacked jaw. "You need not worry this isn't a marriage contract, you're simply acting."

There's no path out of this pot, you and Jean will simply have to deal with the prospect of being boiled alive.

Ah, you forgot to mention who would act as the hot water but you're sure the suspect is obvious.

Even right now Levi's fury radiates off of him, it's unclear if he was given the details of the Commander's plan beforehand but if his furrowed brow and pursed lips are indicators of the truth he must have had no idea.

Your suspicions are confirmed to be correct once Levi reaches forward plucking the paper away, it just so happens he's snatched it away the very moment Jean leans in to get a closer look at it.

"I was never informed of this."

Erwin gives him a guarded smile. "Do you have any jurisdiction over what I think is best?" Is his freezing reply.

"Yes. When it concerns my wife and another man - Correction. I meant boy."

Jean's taken aback by the subtle jab and shamefacedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

You watch the scene go down with a perplexed look the entire time. Levi's frustration seems to be legitimate yet he has no logical reason for it to ever be present in the first place. Unless he has a plan which outperforms the one you've just been given he's doing this all for nothing.

"I assure you your wife is in safe hands so long as you stop interfering."

Levi's about to bark back until he catches your confusion. He's become aware of your tilted head and telling expression and only then does he silence himself permanently not before sighing deeply, muttering an expletive under his breath.

 "I’ll sign it.” That seems to be Jean’s indirect way of asking what your choice will be.

“I... will too.” Is your hesitant reply.

Levi only becomes avoidant after that. Half way through Erwin explaining how you and Jean have to look believable Levi just ups and leaves without a word. Perhaps you've hurt his pride but for what he's done to you it's a small price to pay and so you do nothing to make amends. He has no reason to feel uncomfortable, you aren't really his wife, you're essentially strangers. Does he even know your favourite colour? Your favourite food? Your favourite pastime?  

You doubt he does.

Jean and you are rather successful with your act. It feels pleasant having him brush your hair out of your face occasionally or lovingly place a hand on your forehead to check if you've come down with a fever. He laces his fingers with yours when others are around and when they aren't he lets the act go. It's satisfying having a cooperative partner.

Naturally Jean is still a tease, even now he makes the odd suggestive comment or two in passing but you can't say you hate it. In fact it excites you to think of a response that borders the edge of teasing and simple fun between friends.

The increasing openness between the two of you is enough for the cadets to deduce that he's most probably the noble man you wed in secrecy.

It's only been a few days since yours and Jean's newfound behaviour, thankfully you haven't been flooded with questions just yet. The higher ups sit nearby during breakfast, lunch and dinner keeping watch over the cadets. It leaves you able to eat and drink without having to handle the constant inquiring of your comrades.

However, you aren't as lucky today. A meeting's taking place and after yours and Jean's convincing act Erwin deems it safe enough to leave you unattended for a short while.

Of course it doesn't go according to plan because when you're involved when does anything ever go according to plan?

The cadets are flocked around your table at dinner as soon as they notice they've been left to their own devices. The opportunity to sit down without everyone invading your space is barely provided to you. Krista is sat to your right leaning into you rather animatedly, Annie has made herself at home sat across you which in itself is completely out of character and slightly unnerving, Annie never and you repeat never concerns herself with you.

"Why did you and Jean hide it?" Armin hovers over your shoulder as per usual. He can't be blamed for naturally being inquisitive and it does give you the opportunity to lay out the foundations of your plan. Now's your time to muster up one of your rehearsed responses.

"It would interfere with work." You respond immediately wanting to appear natural. Pondering on an answer for too long would raise suspicions.

Armin makes a sound of approval and shuffles into the seat next to Krista, that is until Ymir can be overheard telling him to move if he knows what's best for him.

"I have a question." Says a voice across the table, you don't have to look at the blonde parallel to you to know it's her.

For once Annie’s initiated a conversation with you, she’s not particularly great at keeping her intentions discreet. Maybe she doesn’t care if you can tell what she’s up to? But if that’s the case her plan isn’t all that foolproof, there's no way you're to let any details slip away.

Sharply inhaling waiting for what it is she has to say you find that her sentence never comes. Instead she shakes her head and murmurs a "Never mind.". You don't even have the time to ask her to stick around, she's already rose from her seat taking her unfinished plate of food with her, you let her go assuming she feels unwell.

"So how'd you two meet? Jean already told me earlier but I'd like to hear your side." Reiner's taken Annie's empty seat and his gaze is unwavering. The trap they've set up is a clever one. Surveying the hall for Bertholdt you know he has to be observing too. The two never operate alone.

You suddenly hate Reiner. For whatever reason he and his trio are endlessly obsessed with you, they've caught onto something that's for sure but you don't know what it is and now they've completely ensnared you with a backhanded trick. There's no way out of this, you have no idea what it is Jean said to Reiner, the chances of you providing the exact same answer are slim to none.

"My memory is really fuzzy, I don't think Jean gave off much of a first impression so I've forgot." Your horrible excuse doesn't fly by, everyone simultaneously narrows their eyes in disbelief. What you've said isn't convincing at all.

Husband and Wife yet you've forgot how the two of you met?

Fidgeting with the ring adorning your finger the cool metal isn't doing a great job at alleviating the pressure of the situation.

"Jean said the two of you hit it off almost instantly. Who's being dishonest?"

Reiner's either lying to catch you out or he's saying the God honest truth and right now all you can do is hope and pray for a miracle to sweep you off your feet. Mikasa and Jean still aren't within view. At this point you're hoping for Levi to save you, it doesn't matter how so long as you escape unscathed.

"Hey, I think we're just making her anxious with all the questions." Armin is quick to side with you, deep down you know he only does so due to the respect he holds for his Commander. You thank the Heaven's for Erwin's admirable smile and commendable leadership, it seems to be the only reason Armin believes you and Jean.

"Or she's lying." Reiner's resting his head in one of his palms, he's still boring holes right into your frame.

Your eye twitches, this is all unnecessary and uncalled for, whatever it is Reiner wants out of you it better be worthwhile.

He still eggs you on. "You walked out of the Captain's quarters. I saw you."

Standing up and leaning forward you plant your feet to the ground as firmly as you can you.

"And if she did what's it to you?"

Fighting the urge to sigh in relief you've never been happier to hear Jean's voice but something's off. His breathing sounds heavy - like he fought his way to get inside. Turning only then do you notice Mikasa standing by him. She looks equally as exhausted. There's been some sort of a struggle.

"You think it was funny getting Annie to guard the door?" He heaves and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"And you think hiding secrets from the rest of us is any better?" Reiner's adamant there's information that the both of you are hiding, he's not wrong but that doesn't change that he's challenging you unprovoked without a reasonable motive.

"We're hiding nothing." Unlike you Jean is sure of his words, he's confident speaking up and he seems to be able to pull off the role of a protective husband perfectly.

“I came out of the Captain’s quarters because he had access to hot water. He said I could use his shower. That’s all it was.”

Reiner quirks an eyebrow upwards and is pleased with your answer. God you’ve said something incriminating haven’t you? It's not incriminating per se but it's without doubt malleable and easy to twist.

“Jean, you were okay with your wife doing that at the dead of night?” Reiner's still leading the interrogation.

“I was the one who suggested it.”

“I don’t believe you’re a couple." If it were Reiner who said that you wouldn't care much, after all it's pretty clear he never believed it but to your displeasure it isn't him who's spoken. Ymir's lopsided grin is all knowing and you're beginning to lose your footing in this argument any second now if any more people start to side against you.

If Ymir disagrees that almost certainly means Krista has her qualms about you too, you've observed beforehand that Ymir tends to speak for Krista on occasion. This happens to be one of those times.

Krista timidly raises her hand and Ymir gives her an approving nod encouraging her to speak.

"I don't like the conflict going on but it is suspicious..."

"Why have I only ever seen you two hold hands?" She asks.

Ymir slings her arm over Krista's shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, I tell Krista I'll marry her every day of the week."

Mikasa mumbles something unintelligible, Ymir gives her a look of warning but Mikasa doesn't seem to care. Instead she repeats what she has to say loud and clear.

"Stick to only speaking when Krista is involved."

Krista holds Ymir by her arm so she doesn't get up, she knows how she gets when she's been provoked. Even if Krista has her suspicions it isn't worth Ymir gaining a permanent penalty point on her record.

Thankfully Armin cuts in. "There's no solid evidence to show they're lying and even if they are the Commander's most probably told them to. Don't you think there's a reason? Leave it be if that's the case. I trust him with our lives."

"We have a right to know." Annie's returned and insists to keep this back and forth going.

Just as you're about to fire back Jean takes a hold of your waist, you look down and seeing his large hands planted securely around your frame has your stomach bubbling with anticipation.

"What are you— "

And then he kisses you, he doesn't ask and instinctively your arms move to whack his chest but you stop yourself in time. You realize it's for the sake of your plan not falling through and so you gently place your hands on his shoulders attempting to ground yourself. It becomes increasingly difficult when you sink deeper into the kiss than you'd like to admit. Blood rushes to the tips of your ears and the thumping of your heartbeat makes it difficult to articulate any thoughts, all you really know is that you like this, whatever this is.

Jean's hands don't feel like they were made to rest against your back, they feel slightly out of place as if he's a key and you're an unmatched lock. In spite of that the circles he comfortingly rubs into the sides of your waist are appreciated, you almost forget you're in a room full of people until you're flooded by cold air.

You've been dragged off of Jean and something in the pit of your stomach has you wishing Levi isn't responsible for the interruption.

To your relief it's just Hange, they're glowing in mischief, the grin on their face shows they aren't mad. They might even find this entertaining.

"Well I be damned... maybe they weren't bluffing?" Connie's been persuaded by the looks of it and Krista's busy whispering to Ymir, you hear the faint sound of the word "Romantic" escape her lips, she's equally as convinced as Connie.

Hange smacks your back light-heartedly and looks to the door for a second. "We leave ya' both for a while and you decide to give everyone a show?"

Erwin's stood by the doorway with a humorous smile playing at his lips, Levi however is anything but amused, he glares at you with murderous eyes, he looks like he's ready to end your life then and there but you know he won't dare do so and for a second you feel braver than you ever have before. Without much thought you grab onto Jean's forearm.

"Me and my husband will get going now!" You allow your gaze to loiter when you get to Reiner. He grunts an apology and you're oh so tempted to ask him to repeat himself but you'd rather not instigate anything.

With that said and done you and Jean leave after giving the performance of your lives.

Slowly but gradually the sky outside becomes dark.

The will to sleep left your body long ago. It's by pure luck that you even manage to catch three hours of rest. Training is the only available distraction and dying out in battle isn't favourable by any means, your boredom may as well be used resourcefully - Strapping yourself up in your ODM gear is the best option.

A quarter way through your warm up you can sense a presence behind you, the leaves rustle and the wind feels noticeably quieter. You'd bother to turn around to see who's intruded but Levi's snuck close enough for you to be able to smell his perfume from where you're stood.

"Feel disrespected? Embarrassed even?" You jab at him knowing it'll rile him up, you don't face him not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing your face.

"Watch your mouth." he warns sharply.

Rolling your eyes you go about your business, it stays that way for a few minutes. All the while Levi stares at you darting from tree to tree, his scrutinizing gaze scalding you repeatedly.

"Y/N!" He yells at the top of his lungs.

For some unknown reason you automatically stop and lower yourself to the ground

"I have something to tell you." Comes his tense follow up. A finger of his latches onto one of the leather straps on your back.

You can't believe he's still denying the undeniable.

"You can wait till tomorrow. I'll be going to bed."

Levi doesn't seem to care for your cold response and proceeds with no warning.

"I'm jealous." His voice shakes. The grip he has on your harness doesn't let up. With your back turned to him you're still somehow able to detect the very obvious crack of pain.

Levi, jealous?

Gritting your teeth together you feel deceived.

How much longer will you have to tolerate Levi's push and pull?

“May I ask, what he is to you, my love?”

Your breathing grows heavy, tensing up you're completely shocked by the term of endearment that falls from his lips. You haven't heard it for so long, Levi sounds eerily different.

You hate to admit it but a flicker of foolish hope lights in your chest.

"Levi why would you ask— "

"Why don't you call me Lev anymore?" He whispers sounding strangled. You can't take it anymore and hesitantly look his way.

His eyes are filled with tears "I'm sorry my love, I don't know what went wrong." you falter for a second not knowing what to think.

At that moment the flicker becomes a flame.

The man who stands right before you is meant to be dead, never to be seen again. By all accounts this should be impossible, but Lev has always been a fighter.

Bitterness stings your heart, the wounds you've collected are still fresh but despite your body's protests you don't flinch when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Lev...? Is that really you...?" You ask desperately.

The warm kiss he presses against your pulse point provides you with the answer you've been longing for.