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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

I Won't Say I'm In Love (Hangman Drabble)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader

Word Count: 966

TW: Pining, Denying Feelings, Mentions of Being Cheated on in the Past, Reader w/ First Name, Mentions of Clothes

Notes: Based on "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules.

Thank you to @green-socks for the request! 💖

Top Gun Masterlist

“Shut up, Bradshaw. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jake increased the speed on his treadmill in the hopes his rapid footfalls or labored breathing would drown out the other pilot’s words.

But Rooster just turned off his own machine and walked around to lean on the front of Jake’s as he stared him dead in the eye. “Come on, man. There’s nothing wrong with having a little crush. We’ve all noticed the change in you over the last week or so. Every time she walks into the room, you light up like a Christmas tree. You’ve got it bad. Just tell her you like her and ask her out already!”

Jake snorted loudly as he continued to speed up his jogging. “You’re way off base. I don’t do relationships. Been there, done that, and it’s not worth the aggravation. Why put in all that effort when I can walk into any bar on any given night and walk out with any girl I want? Night after night after night. No mess, no feelings, just sex. Why would I want to change that?”  

Rooster stared at him in utter bewilderment for a moment before he shook his head and muttered, “Dude, who hurt you?”

Jake bristled at the remark, but he tried to casually brush it off. Rooster didn’t need to know how close his comment hit home. He didn’t need to know about the girl Jake had thought was the love of his life, the one he had bought a ring for only to come home early from a deployment to find her in their bed with her Pilates instructor.

So instead of addressing the comment, Jake increased the speed on the treadmill to the maximum setting as he huffed out, “Just get off my case.”

Throwing up his hands in defeat, Rooster said, “Fine. But maybe just consider the fact that while we have a perfectly fine, well-equipped, free workout room back on base, you drag me all the way down here every single day right before her shift so you can show off in all your post-workout glory. Or the fact you paid for my membership as well as yours so we can do that. Or the fact that you were late for a briefing last week because she switched shifts, and you hung around for an extra three hours just to see her for five minutes. You’ve got it bad and that’s okay. But I know you, and I just hope you don’t let your pride stand in the way of your happiness. Or hers.”

Rooster nodded towards the door and Jake’s eyes snapped to the figure walking through the front door. You looked just as perfect as ever in your yoga pants and “Hercules Gym” t-shirt. As you settled in behind the front desk, your eyes flickered around the room until they met Jake’s, and a brilliant smile spread across your lips.

Jake almost faceplanted as he stumbled under the glow of your gaze, but Rooster managed to turn down the speed just in time for Jake to catch his balance. Rooster raised one eyebrow as he gave Jake a very pointed look but didn’t say anything as he turned and walked towards the locker rooms. Chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, Jake cast one last look in your direction before he followed.

Rooster had already changed clothes and left before Jake finished his shower which he was grateful for. Though the two men had squashed their old rivalry and grown closer after their recent mission together, Jake couldn’t deal with more of Rooster’s well-meaning lecturing right now. Deep down, Jake knew Rooster just wanted him to be happy, but he just wished he would leave him alone when it came to you.

Heading towards the front doors, Jake was thrilled to see you alone at the usually crowded front desks. As you heard him approaching, you glanced up and beamed when you saw who it was. “Hey, Jake! I saw Bradley leave a while ago and I thought I might have missed saying hi to you today. Did you have a good workout?”

“Always do.” He winked and flashed you a toothy grin before asking, “How are you today, Meg?”

“Oh, the usual. Overworked and understaffed, but what are you gonna do about it?” You glanced over Jake’s shoulder at something and groaned. “Speaking of which…. I’ve got to go get fresh towels out of the back. Will you still be here in a few minutes, or do you have to go?”

Jake’s mind flashed to the training session he had scheduled in less than an hour back on base and the strike he already had against him but that thought quickly faded as he looked at your hopeful face. “Yeah, I can stick around. Take your time.”

Somehow, your smile grew even wider as you nodded and said, “Great! I’ll be right back!”

You hurried from behind the counter and headed toward the back of the gym, giving Jake’s arm a soft squeeze as you passed by him. Leaning against the counter, Jake’s eyes never left your retreating form. The way you walked, the way you talked, from the moment he had met you, he had been hypnotized. And over the past few months, as he got to know you, your hold on him just grew stronger.

Because Rooster was right, although he had no idea how right he was. Jake didn’t just have a crush on you; it was so much more than that. For the first time in years, he felt the first stirrings of something deep in his chest. Something he thought he would never find again. And while he wouldn’t say the words out loud, he knew he was in love.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

I Won't Say I'm In Love (Hangman Drabble)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader

Word Count: 966

TW: Pining, Denying Feelings, Mentions of Being Cheated on in the Past, Reader w/ First Name, Mentions of Clothes

Notes: Based on "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules.

Thank you to @green-socks for the request! 💖 Top Gun Masterlist

“Shut up, Bradshaw. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jake increased the speed on his treadmill in the hopes his rapid footfalls or labored breathing would drown out the other pilot’s words.

But Rooster just turned off his own machine and walked around to lean on the front of Jake’s as he stared him dead in the eye. “Come on, man. There’s nothing wrong with having a little crush. We’ve all noticed the change in you over the last week or so. Every time she walks into the room, you light up like a Christmas tree. You’ve got it bad. Just tell her you like her and ask her out already!”

Jake snorted loudly as he continued to speed up his jogging. “You’re way off base. I don’t do relationships. Been there, done that, and it’s not worth the aggravation. Why put in all that effort when I can walk into any bar on any given night and walk out with any girl I want? Night after night after night. No mess, no feelings, just sex. Why would I want to change that?”  

Rooster stared at him in utter bewilderment for a moment before he shook his head and muttered, “Dude, who hurt you?”

Jake bristled at the remark, but he tried to casually brush it off. Rooster didn’t need to know how close his comment hit home. He didn’t need to know about the girl Jake had thought was the love of his life, the one he had bought a ring for only to come home early from a deployment to find her in their bed with her Pilates instructor.

So instead of addressing the comment, Jake increased the speed on the treadmill to the maximum setting as he huffed out, “Just get off my case.”

Throwing up his hands in defeat, Rooster said, “Fine. But maybe just consider the fact that while we have a perfectly fine, well-equipped, free workout room back on base, you drag me all the way down here every single day right before her shift so you can show off in all your post-workout glory. Or the fact you paid for my membership as well as yours so we can do that. Or the fact that you were late for a briefing last week because she switched shifts, and you hung around for an extra three hours just to see her for five minutes. You’ve got it bad and that’s okay. But I know you, and I just hope you don’t let your pride stand in the way of your happiness. Or hers.”

Rooster nodded towards the door and Jake’s eyes snapped to the figure walking through the front door. You looked just as perfect as ever in your yoga pants and “Hercules Gym” t-shirt. As you settled in behind the front desk, your eyes flickered around the room until they met Jake’s, and a brilliant smile spread across your lips.

Jake almost faceplanted as he stumbled under the glow of your gaze, but Rooster managed to turn down the speed just in time for Jake to catch his balance. Rooster raised one eyebrow as he gave Jake a very pointed look but didn’t say anything as he turned and walked towards the locker rooms. Chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, Jake cast one last look in your direction before he followed.

Rooster had already changed clothes and left before Jake finished his shower which he was grateful for. Though the two men had squashed their old rivalry and grown closer after their recent mission together, Jake couldn’t deal with more of Rooster’s well-meaning lecturing right now. Deep down, Jake knew Rooster just wanted him to be happy, but he just wished he would leave him alone when it came to you.

Heading towards the front doors, Jake was thrilled to see you alone at the usually crowded front desks. As you heard him approaching, you glanced up and beamed when you saw who it was. “Hey, Jake! I saw Bradley leave a while ago and I thought I might have missed saying hi to you today. Did you have a good workout?”

“Always do.” He winked and flashed you a toothy grin before asking, “How are you today, Meg?”

“Oh, the usual. Overworked and understaffed, but what are you gonna do about it?” You glanced over Jake’s shoulder at something and groaned. “Speaking of which…. I’ve got to go get fresh towels out of the back. Will you still be here in a few minutes, or do you have to go?”

Jake’s mind flashed to the training session he had scheduled in less than an hour back on base and the strike he already had against him but that thought quickly faded as he looked at your hopeful face. “Yeah, I can stick around. Take your time.”

Somehow, your smile grew even wider as you nodded and said, “Great! I’ll be right back!”

You hurried from behind the counter and headed toward the back of the gym, giving Jake’s arm a soft squeeze as you passed by him. Leaning against the counter, Jake’s eyes never left your retreating form. The way you walked, the way you talked, from the moment he had met you, he had been hypnotized. And over the past few months, as he got to know you, your hold on him just grew stronger.

Because Rooster was right, although he had no idea how right he was. Jake didn’t just have a crush on you; it was so much more than that. For the first time in years, he felt the first stirrings of something deep in his chest. Something he thought he would never find again. And while he wouldn’t say the words out loud, he knew he was in love.

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[ratt-spacecheese]

My muse was a monster.

[allurilove]

Yandere Professor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: sweet talking, breath play, age gap, fucking in his classroom, pretty gender neutral, manipulation, abuse of power, obsessed professor.

*Everyone is of age, and older than eighteen. He is referred to as “your professor” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He’s your strict professor, and you’re trying to get a better grade. You’ve never seen him be swayed by a student before, perhaps you would be the first.

Your grade has tanked by a lot. You had an unreasonable professor, the man was picky, and on your last test it was covered in corrections by that damn red pen of his.

You began to wonder what it would take for him to give you an A.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a bad student. In fact, this is the first time you have been close to failing. It was honestly your fault, you’ve read the reviews on this teacher and still chose to take the class anyways. You just wanted to challenge yourself.

You gawk at the paper he hands back to you. Your eye twitched at the big fat zero out of a hundred, and that might’ve been impressive just in itself. Not even one question right. You narrow your eyes at the professor who was still handing out the quiz back to the students.

When class ended, you slowly packed up your things, and you kept tabs on how many students were still left in the classroom. When the last student left, you got up from your seat, and stormed your way over to the professor.

Any sliver of dignity you had was gone. Your cheeks still flushed when he announced the lowest score to the whole class. You pushed that memory aside, and you crossed your arms as you stood in front of his desk.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your professor sighed, and his brows furrowed as he loosened up his tie.

He knew why you were coming over to talk to him. This was the worst grade you have gotten in his class. And really, he’s not surprised. In his opinion you have been slacking off. Your body bristles at his words, his eyes are cold and unforgiving.

Maybe if you weren’t a rash individual, you would’ve seen that his comments on your test was totally fake. Every circle and outline with a tiny scribble on the side? That was his way of professing his love for you, and about fifty “I love you’s.” were on the paper, but he knew you wouldn’t read them.

He did know that the grade would haunt you. He did know that it would make you desperate enough to come to him during office hours.

Your professor watched you with amusement as you crawled onto his lap, and you guiding his hands onto your body. He could already feel his dick stirring in his pants.

“This is hardly appropriate.” He said in a disapproving tone, though his hands do cup at your chest.

His thumb circles around your nipple, and the rest of his fingers gently squeeze at opportunity you have given to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in his lap.

It felt like you were trying to chip away at his resolve, his face was stern, and he listens to you rant on about the grade he gave you. Though, him letting you sit on his lap, let you subtly grind on his growing erection. With every whine and pout, you tried to play with his heart strings.

Your professor sighed, shook his head, and tried to pretend that there was no way you could make up for it. His hand slowly, and quietly, opening his drawer to grab for a condom.

It didn’t take long for him to agree when you took off his glasses, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. He followed your lead, letting you feel like you were in control.

His hands groping at your ass and he puts you onto his desk, his body moving his way in between your legs. You wore something easy to slip off, your shorts and underwear now down to your ankles. He caressed your inner thighs, his lips now trailing down to your neck.

Your professor licked and sucked at your skin, his teeth gently nibbling at you, and he made sure to leave marks.

“You can be quite cute like this…” The older man mumbles, “…so pretty, so perfect.” he took a deep inhale as his nose was buried into your neck.

“Oh shit.” Your professor growled, his belt falling to the floor and his pants were pulled down roughly.

Before you knew it, he ripped open the condom wrapper and he slid it on his cock. He spit on his hand for lube, and gave his member a few pumps. He aligned his tip against your warmth.

His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing the side of it, as his hips began to rock itself. His dick hit the deepest part of you, he went slow, and he was determined to find your sweet spot.

“Don’t be upset…” He cooed, and he kissed you in between his words. “I had to give you a zero.”

“You weren’t understanding my hints.”

He needed you. He wanted to be with you the moment you stepped inside his room, or maybe it was when he found out you signed up for his class. Your name was interesting to him, your looks, and the way you carried yourself got him hooked.

He took a couple points off on your first test, just to see what you would do. You certainly didn’t deserve it, and he thought you would’ve challenged him on it, or come talk to him. Or even offer your body to him sooner.

He did it over and over again, until you were on the verge of receiving an F. He was getting frustrated, and you were a damn tease.

He was never like this before, and if you exposed him, he could lose his job. But maybe then he could be with you in public? He let out a deep groan, his eyes rolling back as he was fucking you for his release.

Your professor didn’t realize that your face was turning pink, your nails scratching at his hands that were on your throat, and you were on the verge of cumming. You gasp as he finally let you breathe, his hands now on the desk behind you.

The room was filled with his vocalizations, his whimpers, his mumbles of how good you feel, and how much he needed this.

He even called you his baby, his good student, love, and when you finally came— his eyes were glued to the white substance dripping out of you.

That was when he knew you were going to be his. He was going to be the only one that could make you feel this way.

That day, you received the A you have been wanting. But you also indulged the man that’s been pining after you, and he never stopped.

Allure: Idk why, but i’ve been really active lately omg.

[mechidraws]

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

[artsymeeshee]

Alright, folks. We're entering the hurt of the hurt/comfort part!

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[sp-ghoul-au]

what happened to neil,,? was he always like this or did something happen?

its really a mystery...

[it-happened-one-fic]

Gluttony - Leona

Author Notes: It was actually really difficult to choose what I was going to post this week. But I've been a little busy lately, so I finally just chose this one rather than working on polishing some of my other fics. I wrote this one to the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier and that most certainly showed in the writing. With that said though, I'm pretty pleased with how this fic turned out. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader/ fluff/ some angst with comfort/ romance implied/ some pining/ sfw

Word count: 1528

Leona opened his eyes groggily, a frown on his face, as soon as the sun shone down through the leaves of the tree that hung over him, briefly blinding him before he sat up.

A hum from his left had his ears twitching before he twisted to see you lying right by his side. A slight smile on your face as the shadows of the leaves swayed across your form, and he felt his eyebrows raise.

He wasn’t particularly surprised to see you, though he knew the same couldn’t be said for anyone who might have seen you here.

Leona was no fool. He knew that you and him were pretty much perfect opposites. That’s why everyone always looked so confused when you were walking along beside him. Chattering away with a happy expression or teasing him about something that had recently gone in a way he hadn’t planned for it to.

Leona was the hated second prince. It was his burden, and it was one he’d carried his entire life. It was nothing new.

He was bitter, unpleasant, and something that people preferred to avoid either out of fear or powerful levels of distaste.

And then there was you. Sweet and far more optimistic than he thought he could ever be. And perhaps more interestingly, you were no fool. You knew everything wasn’t flowers and dreams. How could you not when you lived in a place like Ramshackle dorm and didn’t even have a way to get home? 

You were seemingly trapped in a world that wasn’t your own, but you didn’t let that stop you. Instead, you just keep going with your head held high, a smile on your face, and a laugh on your lips as you shrugged it off. It was admirable.

But it also simply wasn’t him. And that was something he knew perfectly well.

That simple fact was also the exact reason your classmates would find it so odd to see you slumbering here by his side and not somewhere else with someone who was a better match for your sweet disposition.

Leona leaned forward, propping his head on his chin as he looked down at where you slept by his side. You’d come here to study in the botanical garden while he’d slumbered next to you. It was something you often did, though he couldn’t fathom why.

It was almost like you either wanted the company or didn’t want him to be lonely. Either of which was ridiculous, since he could think of plenty of people who’d want to be your study buddy, and he certainly didn't want company for his naps.

But then, Leona also didn’t mind your presence, though he had his own reasons for not running you off.

Leona titled his head slightly, sighing at the sight of you, before pulling the book whose corner was jabbing into your side out of your hands and setting it off to the side where you’d quickly find it after waking up.

He idly scanned the area, half rolling his eyes as he confirmed that your feline companion was nowhere to be seen.

Grim had no doubt long since abandoned you in favor of avoiding anything even close to work.

As for you, Leona didn’t know if you were foolish or bold to have fallen asleep right next to him with no one around to protect you. But here you were curled up at his side, as if he weren’t someone who could easily harm you and were instead someone who would take care of you should you need it.

Which wasn’t something he could really deny to himself, but you didn’t need to know that.

After all, you’d seen him when he’d overblotted and you knew he wasn’t a good person. That should have been enough to send you scrambling to get away from him. But instead, here you were. 

And it was ridiculous.

It was true that it might have taken Jack a little while to realize that Leona wasn’t someone he needed to look up to, but Leona’s actions at the Spelldrive competition had cleared up Jack’s misunderstandings about him. 

Ruggie had always known what sort of person Leona was. It was one of the reasons he hung around. After all, there was safety in sticking close to people like Leona, so long as you remembered what they were truly like.

Both realized, for better or worse, that Leona was not a misunderstood individual who was secretly good. He was jaded, always beaten by others, and essentially worthless.

But then there was you, who was seemingly unbothered by any of this. 

And it wasn’t even like you didn’t believe Leona’s flaws existed; he could work with that. Instead, it was almost like you didn’t care. Like you didn’t really expect him to change outside of your occasional prodding for him to take better care of himself.

You saw his flaws—that much he knew from the times you had bickered with him over something—but you just seemed to accept them. The same way you just seemed to accept other people’s flaws as something that was just a part of them. Only ever really scolding others, or even Leona himself, when their actions either harmed themselves or others.

And that's how Leona knew you were simply too sweet for him. Too sweet for him to endure being near, but simultaneously too sweet for him to turn away.

It was just another show of how worthless he was at anything he tried to do and how little his own efforts mattered. He could try to push you away, but he couldn’t ever stop himself from clinging to you. 

As if you were one of the last sweet bits of his otherwise bitter life. A potent method of making everything else seem to fall away and be ignored so long as he just gets a fleeting taste of that kindness.

And Leona had tried to ignore you, but it was somehow impossible, even when he knew that being close to him could easily taint that sweetness of yours and turn it into a bitterness more like his.

But Leona also knew that you and him were all but opposites, and that was probably where the attraction of being near you lay.

Though that realization did nothing to lessen that attraction, no matter how frustrating it might be.

You shifted, letting out some sort of groggy sound and causing him to snort in amusement at your lethargic movements that had you shifting closer to him as if you craved his warmth. Coming closer to him instead of distancing yourself like you should.

It was ridiculous, watching you now, to think that you’d somehow bested him in the past. But you had. You’d beaten him as well as numerous others at their own game. Making them look like fools, as you seemed to change things simply by existing.

And maybe you did. After all, you weren’t of this world. And perhaps that was why it was so hard for him to detach himself from you.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you twisted to look up at the lion beastman, who didn’t even bother hiding his amusement as you blinked up at him before groggily sitting up, “What time is it?”

Leona glanced around, his ears twitching slightly as he listened to the distant sounds of students chattering as they left their club areas before he looked back your way, “Time to be getting back to the dorms. Club practice has already let out.”

You nodded, not looking terribly surprised and seemingly resigned to having lost the rest of your study period.

“Have you seen Grim?” You frowned lightly as you glanced around, and Leona snorted, leaning back and relaxing once more against the ground, lazily watching you as you collected your books.

“Nope,” At the single word you glanced over at him with raised eyebrows that almost made him want to take back all the previous thoughts he’d had about you being sweet.

But then that tiny bit of bite you had to you only ever seemed to emphasize your sweetness. It was what kept you interesting and at odds with the fools at RSA.

Because, unlike them, you managed to have a certain degree of cunning even with your sweetness. After all, he hadn’t been lying that day when he’d told Azul that you were far more dastardly than the scheming cephalo-punk was.

That was probably another reason why Leona had given up on pushing you away and had even come to expect your presence. He was a glutton for punishment, and with you being a villain that was sweet enough to even catch him unawares, you were certainly enough to keep him on his toes. 

His gaze held yours even as he felt yet another chip in the wall of his defenses fall away, despite the fact that he’d always maintained these walls around himself.

He may not want to let you in, but you really were too sweet for him, and it was reaching the point that Leona was becoming more and more willing to let himself give into his gluttony.

[merakiui]

PLEASE. please. if you would be so kind to give us some more stalker ex scara... the first time I saw it it just changed my brain chemistry, and I desperately need more </3

>:D thinking a lot about stalker ex Scara, but you get really drunk and he's the only one left to look after you......

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, alcohol/intoxication, toxic ex scara, modern college au, connected to the previous stalker ex scara concept)

Just,,, the fact that he's been so good and sweet ever since he casually slid himself into your friend group and you're not sure if you can trust him, yet here you are being completely, utterly, stupidly vulnerable in front of your very unstable ex. orz

Kuni's not one for parties; in fact, he'd much rather spend his precious time doing quiet, comfortable things with you (cuddling is so much healthier than drinking, after all! <3). Unfortunately, you allow your foolish friends to talk you into attending these brain-rotting parties so you can get drunk off your ass, and he can't let you attend them by yourself because there are too many risks. If you got too comfortable with Venti or Kazuha or even Tighnari while drunk, Kuni would never forgive you. >:( he's worked too hard cultivating this friendly image for himself, and he isn't going to let you or anyone else ruin it.

But right now everyone else is too inebriated to do much of anything, and he hasn't touched the drinks ever since he arrived, instead choosing to anchor himself to some forgotten corner of the room. He sulks and broods in silence, a scowl plastered to his face. He's just barely tolerating it for your sake. It's because he loves you that he's doing any of this. Soon you won't even need any of these troublesome friends. Soon you'll just have him, and he's all you really need. It was like that when you were growing up, after all. Even though, as painful as it is, you don't seem so codependent, so swept up in romance... You're so independent now, no longer the shy, fearful thing from the final few months of your relationship with him. He'd be impressed if he wasn't trying so hard to isolate you from each of your friends. It's a challenge when he's trying to tiptoe around Heizou's sharp, witty perception or Venti's proclivity for knowing everything about everyone despite no one knowing much about him.

But he endures. He's gone years without you; this is nothing.

If you were smarter, you'd know not to trust a word he says. That kind, soft smile he's perfected for this act is not to be believed, especially not when he's using it to assure your friends that he'll bring you home safe and sound. Heizou has his doubts because it's late and you can hardly walk a straight line, but he's tipsy just like the others and it's hard to deliberate like this. Besides, when has Kuni ever let the group down? :)

He takes you back to his dorm instead because Albedo's not home and he has the entire room to himself. While you meander clumsily over to his bed, kicking your shoes off and shucking your jacket in the process, he watches. You have no idea how much he depends on you, how much he admires you, so much so that it surpasses love and lust entirely. Without you, he's nothing. Or that's what he thinks because for the majority of his life he's felt empty and sub-human and so alone. But now you're here, and you can fill those empty spaces in his heart and give him a reason to keep living.

You don't seem particularly fazed when the bed dips under his weight. Rather, you blink sleepily up at him when he leans over you, gingerly reaching to help you out of your sweater. You're too drunk to protest or struggle, and you feel so dizzy every time you open your eyes. It's difficult to remain fully conscious when sleep is tugging at your body, pulling you under. You don't even realize he's fit his mouth on yours until his tongue is pushing past your lips. You manage to place your hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but you're so exhausted and tired. They fall to your sides, useless.

Kuni sits up and smiles at you. He says something about you being dumb and cute... or something about how your friends are fools. You don't really catch all of his obsessive murmurings when your attention is waning. Clothes are torn off; he kisses you a lot. You're not sure if you're reciprocating, but it certainly sounds that way when you're whining beneath him, arching against sodden sheets, your breaths coming in pants and huffs each time he ruts into you.

He doesn't have to worry about anything. Right now, it's just you and him in a corner of the world, locked away from everyone who might try to take you away from him. It's not like you'll remember much come morning. You don't need to anyway. It's better if you're lost and bewildered. That way he'll be able to craft a story to suit his fancy. You'll believe it. You'll have no choice, and Kuni knows how to tell very believable tales.

[lover-of-mine]

I'm afflicted by the not knowing...

[tazmiilly]

hes okay

[mistmarauder]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) directed by John Francis Daley & Jonathan Goldstein

[vililae]

Pre-Weirdmageddon, running into each other again in the Shack and kinda wanting to hang out but also still so angry at each other.

And of course they actually reconcile while they're totally sloshed before promptly forgetting it happened by morning.

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[ID: A Gravity Falls comic. Ford scowls, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Stan is sitting in the living room armchair while holding a beer, and he says dryly, "Look, Ford, you can be mad at me, or you can get drunk with me, but you can't do both." Ford pulls out a bottle and replies, "Yeah? Just watch me." End ID]

[Plain text: And of course they actually reconcile while they're totally sloshed before promptly forgetting it happened by morning. End PT]

[softpine]

going down, going down going down, going down

[transcript]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A guy named Ernie Clyde was insistent on cutting up a pine tree with missing branches because it was “dying” and I got so mad that I smashed him across the face with a branch.