#unfortunately this was the only good picture i took lmao

[nowandthane]

[ambassadorarlert]

toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

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we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

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[anashins]

Could we get a ocxJaehyun where he’s kinda insecure cos oc doesn’t show she’s jealous (just not a situation where he tries to make her jealous on purpose pls🥺) and when he confronts her about it she’s like “you have no idea how jealous I am, I mean look at yourself 😭😭😭” so the rest of the story may be smth fluffy like healthy communication or just smut lmao.

Pls <3

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: light angst, fluff, romance, a bit suggestive in the end

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: After posting a picture of you and your male best friend, your boyfriend turns very jealous. After all, you're always so casual about his life, so he assumes the reason behind is that you don't find him attractive and wait for someone better to come around. If only he knew.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I went through this 2 days ago with my bf, this hit very close to home haha

“Having dinner with my best friend in the whole wide world!”

Jaehyun read the caption on your Instagram story post over and over again while his stomach dropped in the process.

The fact that the photo you had posted did not only show food, but a guy having his arm around your shoulder while you were leaning close to him put him into a rage. And his members were his target. 

Jaehyun tossed his phone back into his bag and returned to the others who were currently learning a new choreography. By the change of his facial expression alone, Taeyong could tell that his mood had entirely shifted within an instant - something that unfortunately happened too many times lately.

“What’s wrong?”

he asked with his serious leader-voice, having predicted the outcome of this situation already and wanting to prevent it at all cost. There was no way Jaehyun would disturb the entire dance practice with his jealous mood again.

“Nothing.”

How he stood there though, with the corners of his lips facing downwards, eyes dark and arms folded across his chest, now everyone was alarmed and the leader had to look over their friendship for once and put Jaehyun in his place. Again.

“If it’s nothing, then act like it. We have a concert coming up,” Taeyong addressed him. “Otherwise I will have to send you away.”

Jaehyun just grumbled something, but remained silent. His friends rather had him silent than taking it out on everyone though, which was why nobody talked to him for the remaining hours again.

When practice was over, Taeyong walked up to him and took him aside.

“I’m telling you this not only as your leader anymore, but as your friend too, okay? Talk it out with her. Either that or you won’t be allowed on your phone during practice, Jaehyun. I’m serious. Everytime something like this happens, your mood is eating you up and everyone feels it. You can’t concentrate, you can’t memorize the moves, you cannot work with the others. This has to end.”

“I’m sorry.” Jaehyun dropped his head along with his shoulders, and Taeyong felt guilty, but he had to do what he was supposed to do. 

He patted his friend’s back. “It’ll be fine.” And with a grin, he added, “I mean, look at you. You’re Jeong Jaehyun. You don’t have any rivals.”

-

“Hey, how was your day?” you asked Jaehyun after entering his apartment.

You were in a relatively good mood as you had had a great day with your best friend who was visiting the country for a month, and since he was living abroad the majority of the time, you tried spending so much with each other as possible.

The possibility of it irking Jaehyun had only crossed your mind when he started commenting on the photos you posted kind of snarky like “Oh, you’re out together again today?”, but since he hadn’t said anything directly, you had just brushed this feeling off.

Today though, he didn’t look good at all, it was written all over his face, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it with a fake smile that he usually reserved for cringy fancalls. 

“Are you okay?” you asked when you followed him into the living room. “You can tell me, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just…” He took a deep breather. “I haven’t heard from you all day.” 

“I’m sorry, I was busy. You know I’m rarely on my phone when I'm with people. I don’t want them to feel like I prioritize anything else over my time with them.”

He shrugged. “But there is always enough time to post on your Instagram story.”

Jaehyun could have bitten into his own tongue as he was usually very composed, but before he could redeem himself, you had already put the puzzle pieces together. 

He was jealous.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m just-’”

You got on your tiptoes and cupped his face. “Jaehyun… please tell me exactly what’s wrong. You know there is nothing to worry about since he has a girlfriend too and that’s just how we are together. I always told you that.” 

He averted his eyes, but you remained yours. “You’re always so casual and excited about everything. You like all my posts, my stories, comment encouragingly and supportingly on them, no matter when and no matter with who. Even if I don’t find time to reply to you, even if something holds me back from returning you the same energy. Am I the only one who cares?”

“Care about what?”

“That someone might take you away from me.”

“Jaehyun…” You tilted your head. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you never reacted the same way as I. No matter where I am, what I do or what kind of videos and pictures pop up online. You never seem to be bothered, and yet here I am, not being able to return this feeling, because even when a guy looks at you, I want to get you out of his eyesight. Does it mean I’m just not that attractive in your eyes, so you’re not worried at all? I genuinely want to know.”

Your mouth stood open over the fact that your boyfriend, possibly almost every girl in your age range’s ideal type, was assuming you didn’t find him handsome. His perfect face, that graced screens, placards, phones and everyone could stare at whenever and how often they wanted. He thought he wasn’t attractive, because you didn’t show jealousy.

Of course you were jealous as hell.

You brushed with your thumbs over his cheeks, trying to ease him. “Every day, so many people get to see this handsome face and experience your kind character. Just look at yourself. Of course I’m jealous too. Sometimes, especially when you’re touring, they see you more often than I, and I get to backtrack everything online, what you’re doing and saying, after them, after strangers. And the things they write… I don’t want to see, but I cannot close my eyes. At times, the pain gets so unbearable that I have to log off and trust that you eventually call me and tell me about everything.”

Jaehyun frowned and his former dark mien shifted into a frown. “I didn’t know all that.”

“Of course you wouldn’t know, because would that benefit me in any way? No. I trust you and only you. Everyone else doesn’t matter. I don’t have any influence, so I try to distance myself from it. So, I’m sorry if you ever feel like I don’t find you attractive enough, because I don’t show it in that kind of way. It’s just… I will always get painfully reminded that so many other people feel that way too. And every single one of them would take you away from me in an instant if they ever get the opportunity.”

"Nobody will.”

“I know.”

Something inside Jaehyun cracked when he saw you being so honest and also so confident about it. So, you were feeling the same about the other, you just had different ways to express and cope with it. 

Jaehyun took your hand into his and kissed your palm. “I’m sorry for being so insecure sometimes and not having more faith. We love each other, we want to be with each other, I shouldn’t make you feel down with my problem. I should be more like you. It’s the healthier way. Please show me how.”

“Baby steps,” you told him and took his hand into yours. “But first, let me prove to you how attractive I find you.”

“Maybe it will take you more than one time to convince me.”

“That’s fine.”

[menlove]

[image id: an ask from @harbingerofskulls that reads: "im gonna b real i only knew the jerking off i would love to hear you elaborate more if you want to go on the whole situation" /end id]

answering here so i can save as a draft without risking the ask disappearing bc tumblr's been doing that lately but

oh god </3 for everyone else- it's talking about this post. sooo i'm gonna go through each one bc i've been feeling insane for several weeks. i'll do my best to cite my sources lmao

i don't know (johnny johnny)

this is referring to this unreleased VERY early beatles track from 1960. the audio quality is absolute shit & as such unfortunately people love to put words to it that don't make much sense in either direction (i.e a lot of mclennon fans want to hear "you're in love with me" and a lot of people that hate mclennon will just make up the weirdest lyrics that make 0 sense so it's Not Gay). some of the lyrics that ARE clear make it obvious this song is about the two of them running away together- at one point i'm fairly certain paul says "how am i gonna tell my father that we're leaving town?" probably referring to them leaving to hamburg. which would be fine but some of the other lyrics areeeee..... very..... Hm. like multiple times paul refers to john as "my boy" and there's bits of them talking about not knowing what to tell their friends & wanting to just run off together alone. if i were the other members of the band having to record this i would have killed them with hammers <3 also the entire end is just paul going "oh johnny" like 1 million times. okay. sure. also since the lyrics ARE so garbled i mean i guess people could be right about it saying "how am i gonna tell my father you're in love with me" but i just don't hear it. still, a very gay song about running off together and getting away from everything and everyone, complete with moaning the other's name </3

2. paris

this one is a huge part of McLennon Fandom Lore lmao but for good reason. not citing sources on all this bc it's one of those that's just Fact & can be found in like any beatles biography or thebeatlesbible.com (my savior) but. for john's 21st birthday, he got 100 pounds from a rich relative. instead of taking his girlfriend or any of his other friends, he decided to use the money to take paul to spain. but they stopped in paris on the way and just decided to stay there. which i mean like. taking your best friend over your girlfriend to the city of love is a little weird but it's not THAT weird. it's everything else that makes people want to chew glass about it. including some of the other things on this list. like this audio of john just goofing around singing about paris and paul, with such hits as "my cheri, my pau pau my pau paul." which is :| okay best friend. and paul has this picture hung up in his house that he took of john sleeping in paris. okay. sure. why not. (although ig there's some doubt about if the photo is from paris? either way it's a picture paul took and has framed in his house which is incriminating enough my man). also NOT in the original post but may pang, a woman john had a brief affair with in the 70s, wrote a book called loving john. in it, there's this quote:

After a late lunch, Linda launched into a long paean to the joys of living in England. When she was finished, she turned to John and said, “Don’t you miss England?”

“Frankly,” John replied, “I miss Paris.”

okay! also in an interview once he said:

The thing was all the kissing and the holding that was going on in Paris. And it was so romantic, just to be there and see them, even though I was twenty-one and sort of not romantic. But I really loved it, the way the people would just stand under a tree kissing; and they weren’t mauling at each other, they were just kissing.

(interview with david scheff for playboy in september 1980)

3. if i fell

this one i already made an insane post on that started my spiral into posting about the beatles publicly </3 but, essentially, the song "if i fell" by john is..... well it's most likely about paul. he said it wasn't about his wife but that it was auto-biographical and he never really had any public affairs that weren't flings, certainly not a lover. but most damning is he wrote the complete lyrics for the first time on a valentine's day card addressed "to paul with love" with some hearts and arrows pointing to where the lyrics were written. absolutely insane. made me insane.

4. oh! darling

rawest paul song of all time if i do say so myself lmao. but it's just.... Highly Suspicious, that's what it is. a Lot of beatles fans/historians will admit this song is most likely about john but they won't admit that it's fucking romantic if it is. like.

like that is so blatantly romantic idk what to say other than that. also, in the official recording on abbey road, there's Several points where paul says "darling" that sound more like he's saying "johnny" which is what he called him. people brush it off by saying it's his accent, but there's a very clear difference between when he's saying "darling" and when he's saying "johnny". i mean the Lore behind this is that it was written right when things were splitting up between them (& the rest of the band) so it makes sense and it's why most people are willing to accept it's about john. it's just insane to me that they'll accept it's about john without considering the implications of that.

5. the real life demo

this one made me want to light myself on fire i won't lie to you. but here it is! john had a song called "real love" and this is a very early demo of it. but instead of the lyrics that came to actually be in the song (which are thought to be about yoko but let's not get into the fact that it was on a tape labeled "for paul" but whatever), it includes john fucking crying as he sings saying:

"was i just dreaming or was it only yesterday? i used to hold you in my arms. and now a baby and another on the way... la la la la farm..."

which can quite literally be about no one else but paul, as this demo was recorded when he'd just had two children with his wife linda and linda was pregnant with their third child. they'd moved to a farm in scotland. hearing this audio clip did genuinely make me want to lie down in the dirt for a week. also "i used to hold you in my arms" just... yeah. god. when people think it was unrequited idk what to say, really.

6. If Paul Were A Woman-

shoving these two together but. in april of 85, paul said in an interview about john and yoko's relationship:

"I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love. You can’t say, 'Who’s this?' You can’t really do that. If I was a girl, maybe I could go out and…"

okay bestie <3 and what would make your relationship different if you were a woman? interesting! and yoko had something similar to say. in this audio, she says:

"I’m sure that if he had been a woman or something, he would have been a great threat – because there’s something definitely very strong between John and Paul."

just reminds me of being a kid and telling my best friends "if i were a boy i'd date you" lol. incredible. does anyone here know about bisexuality.

7. stuart!

not much to say here except that john had a best friend, stu sutcliffe, who died young & before that had been the bassist in the band. paul fucking hated him sooo much oh he SEETHED. a lot has been written on that relationship but it was.... very interesting to say the least. it could have just been about the band, or just jealousy over john's friendship, but take that with a lot of john biographers suspecting john had feelings/even a sexual relationship with stuart and it paints a very Interesting picture to say the least

8. john's bisexuality

here's a compilation of quotes about it, but john was more than likely bisexual. which has nothing to do w paul, really, but more to do against people that like to claim they were both Heterosexual Men. although an interesting quote in this compilation is him saying he's "had paul" lmfao

9. paul's post-beatles work

there's just.... there is so so so much here i don't even know where to begin. @ringompreg has a good compilation of paul songs here. a lot of them do take a bit of Lore but like..... it comes down to the fact that both him and john have/had admitted many times to using their lyrics during The Breakup Years to talk to/reference each other and sooooo many of these lyrics are insanely blatant. the two i mentioned were tug of war and let me roll it, both of which are acknowledged to be about john by most people WITH NO ONE BOTHERING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THAT which..... tug of war has this:

we could stand on top of the mountain with our flag unfurled? dancing to a beat played on a different drum? this is what gaylors think gaylor conspiracy is but paul mccartney is really out here saying this shit.

and let me roll it is so fucking blatantly romantic but every reviewer is like haha! what a cool song that's "making fun" of john and clearly in his style! like are straight people stupid genuinely. anyway:

bonus to that but about JOHN'S solo work :)))))) he wrote a song called "watching the wheels" and when you consider he very much responded to MANY of paul's solo stuff it's :)

which as a response to let me roll it would just be... so devestating but it may be a stretch idk if i'm onto anything there it's just worth Mentioning

and there's a lot of others, a lot of them in that post up there. like far too many where paul mentions falling in love with a friend like Alright.

10. paul's first lsd trip with john/"i know" "i know"

this one is less blatantly romantic but it is just insane. here's an article. and a quote from george martin about it. the first time paul tripped on acid w john was bc john accidentally took some and he took him home & then took acid w him bc he didn't want john to be alone on the trip :( but, notably:

"And we looked into each other’s eyes, the eye contact thing we used to do, which is fairly mind-boggling. You dissolve into each other. But that’s what we did, round about that time, that’s what we did a lot," the singer recalled, "And it was amazing. You’re looking into each other’s eyes and you would want to look away, but you wouldn’t, and you could see yourself in the other person. It was a very freaky experience and I was totally blown away."

he also apparently saw john as the, and i quote, "emperor of eternity" during this trip??????? okay

SOMEWHERE i can't find it rn and i'm getting lazy but somewhere they (i think paul?) talk about the fact that they used to just stare into each other's eyes and then say "i know" "i know" which. considering john's song "i know (i know)" makes me crazy

11. in my life/i will

these are really just some devastating songs with lyrics that make you really raise your eyebrows. for in my life, written by john, it's just an incredibly romantic & sweet song that is again, not about his wife. given that the lennon estate is still out here posting pictures of paul to those lyrics i have to say it's a liiiiittle suspicious. and i will is...... it's one that paul insists is not about his girlfriend at the time, jane asher. and when you look at the lyrics vs how him and john met.... like. the song goes:

and the story of how they met was that paul saw john repeatedly before they ever met, when he didn't know who john was other than that he thought he looked cool & admired his sideburns (lmfao). and when they did finally meet, it was when john was singing at a garden fete (party) and paul was in the crowd just Mesmerized. so. well. you can see.... you can see how fitting that is. makes me crazy makes me want to chew glass actually

12. "we were each other's intimates" and other insane quotes

"we were each other's intimates" is a paul quote about john which is just insane but that's not even the tip of the iceberg. here's a ton of quote compilations.

13. "literally everything else"/honorable mentions

some honorable mentions go out to: john going on stage w elton john & playing i saw her standing there and introducing it as "a song by an estranged fiance of mine" okay! the "just like starting over" demos. okay! which isn't even to MENTION the fact that paul locked himself away in the studio listening to "just like starting over" on repeat for DAYS after john died like???? john saying repeatedly that he considered paul & yoko to be his two major partners in life including in an interview the literal day he died. a whole ass rpf movie where they kiss & talk like they're ex-lovers and dance in central park (two of us) made by the same dude that made the let it be movie like. he knew them personally? he worked with them closely? and the only thing paul had to say about it was just essentially that it was what he wished would've happened like???????? i can't find a super reliable source for this so take it w a grain of salt, but apparently paul referred to mclennon fanfiction as "beautiful stories" and doesn't mind them being written. paul also had a cat that had kittens & he named two of the kittens pyramus and thisbe after fictional lovers he and john played and he gave pyramus (the character paul played) to john :|

and literally so much else like all of this and it's not even all of it. it's not even close to all of it. i didn't even get to talk about the way in "get back" the documentary, paul started talking about john leaving the band for yoko and how john would choose her over them and then he got teary eyed, started choke laughing, and then started singing "build me up buttercup" before looking at the cameras and stopping. what the FUCK was that about! IT'S NOT EVEN GETTING INTO THE SONG "TWO OF US" THAT'S SO OBVIOUSLY ABOUT JOHN THAT IT HURTS. it's. it's not even scratching the surface. they were just genuinely insane about each other.

[knoxic]

A kiss may ruin a human life.

Oscar Wilde

-Masterlist- part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

wc: 3k

warnings: usual cm things? angst, Aaron being horny again but I doubt that's an issue

a/n: I actually wrote smut in this part but it got so big I had to cut off lmao

Time passed strangely.

The car ride to the station was weird and silent, the elevator was too small, a couple officers looked at you weirdly but you never felt more relieved to be in a police station as you were now. Missing person records were scattered all over the place, set up specifically for your team, the door to the room the BAU had been using was left open, the round table in the middle was surrounded by maps and pictures of possible suspects.

"Oh, hello!" so focused on getting away from Aaron you had failed to realize Derek was watching you since you stepped out of the elevator, "What took you so long, honey?"

"Look who's talking, you are always at least 10 minutes late."

"That's because I got things to do" he smirked and even dared a wink "But you... Are always on time, I got curious that's all."

Opting to answer with a slight slap on his muscled arm, you left him and went to search for some coffee, the constant change in emotions left you dizzy with a foggy brain, your stomach grumbling did not help.

The embarrassing noise it made reminding you that those peanuts you ate for dinner are not actually meant to fill your stomach. Coffee was already being brewed despite not having many officers working this late, you supposed it was probably one of your teammates. There were some packages of food next to an old box of pizza and some napkins, nasty.

A sudden husky voice from the entrance door echoed inside the small room, the speed in which you lifted your head made your tense neck hurt.

"JJ is getting us something to eat, well, something better than..." with 'better' he meant healthier, there was barely any food in there and the only things that were edible did not really seem edible. With a hand gesture he pointed to the package in your hand, to be honest you had picked it up just to try and figure out what it was, not exactly meaning to eat it.

"Good, she always knows what we want." throwing the package back to where it sat before, you leaned on the counter trying to look unaffected, over the years you had mastered the art of having no facial expression, yet, you couldn't hide from the person standing in front of you.

...

He noticed the way you stepped out of the elevator, your head being held high even if your mind seemed to be elsewhere, the minute you two spent side by side in that tiny space seemed to have made your confidence slip. Heading to the meeting room to see Dave he walked past you and Morgan talking, he couldn't hear what was said before but the smirk on Derek's face told him enough-

"That's because I got things to do." spoke that teasing voice he was so familiarized with, making him stop, "But you... Are always on time, I got curious that's all." turning back, he saw the way you glared at the guy, tired and unfocused but with a hint of the flame that always showed when you were being teased, your mouth opened and closed but no words came out, your hand raising slowly to give the man's arm a weak slap, making your way around Derek your feet dragged you towards the kitchen.

His heart felt lighter and his lungs could finally take a deep breath. He knew the relationship you maintained with the team was at maximum, friendship. You were strictly professional and barely ever laughed at the dumb jokes and acts Derek and Emily pulled, holding back your own dumb remarks for an off work time, he had caught a glimpse of it once. At the time he wasn't aware how deep in he was for you so it didn't really affect him the way you threw you body at Emily from laughing too hard, or the way Derek always kept his hands on you, a simple trick to make people think you were unavailable and to keep creepy men away from you, he used that with Garcia too. Unfortunately for Aaron, it worked so well that it even kept himself away from you.

Following you was a decision his heart made and his mind didn't argue with. After what happened tonight he could use some caffeine to keep himself sane, the words you two exchanged seemed to have been said yesterday and not 45 minutes ago.

His phone, which he had found strangely under his go bag, now tucked into his left pocket buzzed twice, the walk to the kitchen was rather small so he stopped to check the messages. Both of them being from JJ and he could already guess what they said.

"Hotch!"

'Don't let anyone eat yet, I'll get us something.' paired with a winking emoji. Good, he didn't think anyone would eat the food here anyway.

He was wrong.

Seeing you with a 'snack' on your hand made his eyebrows go up and the sides of his mouth pull down, you wouldn't... "JJ is getting us something to eat, well, something better than..." his mouth worked fast, you hadn't acknowledged his presence, the slip on your expression when you looked up made him cringe at himself, you looked frightened before staring at him like a blank wall.

He heard your voice and saw your mouth moving but paid no attention to what was being said. He was focused on the way your body leaned on the counter and the way you tried so hard to keep a straight face.

Not knowing what he was supposed to say, he only nodded and walked over to the coffee machine right beside you. Grabbing two cups and filling them without saying anything, you kept watching him, he was close enough that his arm brushed yours a couple times.

"Did you talk to Rossi yet?" your voice was almost a whisper.

"No, not yet." he pushed one of the cups in your direction before mirroring your position against the counter. "Did Derek say anything?" he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"About the case?" he nodded. "No."

"What did he say then?" Oh my god, Aaron.

You laughed, a sarcastic laugh with no actual humor behind.

"Why would I tell you?" you grabbed the cup and left the kitchen.

...

"We thought he was only taking girls, right? But we were wrong, I asked Garcia to take a look at other bodies found in the area because I was sure I had seen something similar. Two young boys were taken a few weeks ago, few days in between and were found dead after three days too. I had seen their pictures and something clicked. The unsub has a type! People who look innocent and small, in general someone who look defenseless you know?" He took some time to place all of the victims pictures on the table.

"We profiled that he was impulsive," his messy hair and fumbling fingers made him look like a crazy magician. "But actually, he's extremely cautious and calculated." his rambling went on for what felt like hours.

"Reid!"

"Sorry, Hotch!" he took a deep breath, "What I'm trying to say is, he's smart. He plans everything twice before acting. He chooses the victims based on their relationship with their partners, all of them had abusive boyfriends, one of the boys was married to a woman twenty years older than him, not that age means anything! But they apparently started dating when he had just turned eighteen..."

"How did we not see that they were all in a abusive relationship?" Emily sounded surprised because normally, relationships is one of the first things to be checked.

"We did." Aaron sighed. "But toxic relationships are unfortunately common enough that we just... ignored it."

"So, what do we do now?" you asked. On the way to the police station you were excited to hear what Spence had figured out, now feeling what was about to come did not ease your anxiety.

"I think some of us are going to have a date tomorrow" damn Dave and his teasing.

"Fortunately not me." Emily said while raising both hands, "I flirted with a psycho last time, I deserve a little break."

"All of them had dark hair..." You could see how JJ was relieved, she was almost always pretty much like the victims, blonde and innocent looking.

"I am too old."

"Oh, now you think you're old?"

"Don't push it, Emily." Dave rolled his eyes before turning to you. "I think you should go, you look innocent and young, dark haired and small."

"Ok, I'll go. Who am I dating?"

"I could go." bless Emily.

"I thought you were taking a break? I'll go, I'm strong and intimidating." Derek ignored her.

"Yeah I think you'd be good at it, considering you basically gaslight all your girlfriends into breaking up with you." Emily laughed.

Aaron was strangely quiet. after you walked into the room and stood behind a chair, he had taken a place right beside you. If you didn't profile people for a living, you'd think nothing of it, but you knew he did it for a deeper reason. Everybody knew you two were sharing a room, and everyone had the tendency to stand close to whoever they roomed with, you two were no different. If he chose a place far away from you like he wanted to, it would be too obvious something had happened.

"I think it's funny how none of us considered Reid." You said. "Maybe we could ask that rookie to help?" you could hear a sigh coming from your side right after the words left your mouth.

"He almost cried when Dave gave him a lesson on how to handle the victims parents, you think he can play your toxic boyfriend?" His voice was slightly raised and the word 'boyfriend' had a mocking tone. From where you were looking at him you could also see Emily and JJ exchanging a look. "I'll do it." Nobody questioned him.

The next couple hours were spent planning and then you two were being sent back to the hotel. In a few hours, after the sun came up, you would probably be going out to pick some clothes, and after that you'd be rehearsing your role. While Aaron would be acting like a complete asshole, you couldn't help but feel some butterflies in your stomach. Fake dating Aaron Hotchner was the closest you'd be to the real thing and if it wasn't for a mission, you would certainly be making the most of it.

When you got inside the room the first thing you did was take your sneakers off and find the shorts you were wearing earlier, going straight to the bathroom to change. You brushed your teeth again and went back intending to ignore Aaron, unfortunately for you, he was sitting on your bed facing the bathroom.

"Can we talk?"

"Now you want to talk? Now?" You weren't yelling, yet.

"Listen, tomorrow it's going to be just me and you alone, I thought it would be best if we talk now."

"I actually think the opposite." you walked to your bed and threw your clothes above your bag, there'll be time to fold it later. "You are going to act like an asshole anyway so if we just continue like this you won't have to pretend." you were now facing him from the end of the bed, he was still in the same position but his neck was bent in a weird way to look at you.

"What do you mean I won't have to pretend?" he raised his voice and turned a leg to rest above the bed. "You actually think I would be like all those fucking idiots?"

"No, I'm just saying it would be easier to not have to pretend this fucking awkward thing between us." if he was raising his voice then you could too, and you did.

"How do you expect me to treat you poorly when I know we're already on bad terms?"

"Aaron, you already did treat me poorly, and in front of everyone! You doubted my profile skills, you questioned my methods in front of other officers, you brushed off my theories so many times even when everyone believed them... You have been toxic, playing a toxic boyfriend won't be so hard for you."

He didn't know you felt that way, he always thought so highly of you that sometimes he felt like he needed to brush a few things off. He got lost.

"I didn't know you felt that way."

"Why would you?" he didn't answer. "You realize the BAU is not a normal unit right?" Now he looked like he was expecting you to finish talking, "Normally, we do have to trust each other and have a certain connection, but we don't always get treated like family. Sometimes we don't even like some coworkers, for a couple units I've been in we didn't even talk outside work. The BAU makes you feel special, like you actually add something to the team that no one else has. You are a big part of the team, and a big part of why I felt special... but for a while now you make me feel like I'm fucking dumb and useless."

From and outsiders perspective, you two looked broken.

"I am so sorry you felt that way."

There wasn't any answer from you, your arms were crossed tightly over your chest. Your eyes weren't meeting his but from what he could see they were teary too.

"I always trusted you, to the point where Dave asked if I was giving you special treatment on purpose. I wasn't. You have always been a good agent and an even better profiler. Your work is impeccable but as a unit chief I couldn't give you the treatment I would like to give. At some point I got scared that I would slip and compliment you too much, when we first started interacting outside work I noticed how much I actually liked you as a friend, and I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. Except I was late and went too far, I liked you too much already and I didn't know how to stop being so nice to you so I just started pushing you away. So many stories from Derek breaking up with his girlfriends gave me an idea and I hated having to do that, always hated hearing him tell me how he manipulated them just so he wouldn't be the bad boyfriend, but it worked. I see now I should've never done that and I am so sorry I made you feel the way you felt."

"Feel."

"Sorry?"

"Feel. You said felt but I still feel."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks."

There was this weird silence in the room, not as weird as the other ones were but still uncomfortable.

"This is probably not the best time to say this but-"

"Oh my god! What are you doing? We finally communicated!" you groaned while dropping your head into your hands.

"-I think I'm in love with you..."

"What the hell happened with 'not sure we should act on it' bullshit you pulled out earlier?" you were sure you two would've woken the people sleeping on the rooms close to yours, thankfully they were all too busy working in a police department now.

"We acted on it anyway! We're not fucking but we acted like a married couple fighting today!" and the 'not fucking' part also contributes. He stood up but didn't get any closer to you.

"And whose fault is that?"

"What? What did I do?"

"Aaron, what the fuck? First you told me you liked me and then you just brushed me off when I said I liked you back. You didn't let me leave the room and pulled a move like I was a teenager and you were the parent taking my phone off, then later you just pretended nothing happened but looked so fucking jealous that I talked to Derek."

"Okay, it's my fault! I'm sorry, but I already told you, I like you and Derek is a fucking threat to anyone!"

"I told you I like you back, you idiot! Derek is not a threat for you!"

"What did you call me?"

"Idiot. Is that the only thing you paid attention to?"

"No..."

Oh my god...

"Are you-" no way.

"Yeah..." he whispered.

"You liked being called idiot?"

He was hard. His left hand making a move to adjust his pants, a tent making itself bigger. He looked embarrassed, his cheeks were getting red and he couldn't look you in the eye.

"No, I like you."

"You can't just do this, you know?" your head was pounding and you raised a hand to apply pressure with your thumb and index finger to both sides of it. In merely a few hours you had gone through so many emotions and now you could even feel a certain warmth on your lower belly. "You make me confused."

"I am sorry and I want to fix it." he was stepping closer to you now, "Please, let me?"

"I'm not confused in a sexual way, I find you extremely hot and all that. I'm confused in a way that I need you to explain your actions and feelings because I feel like there's more to it than you told me." your eyes were still closed and you only opened them when you felt his hands touching both of your arms.

"I will, I promise. But I can't handle this anymore."

"Aaron..."

His toes were touching yours from how close he had gotten, his hands kept moving up and down your arms, occasionally squeezing your flesh. He was so close, his touches warmed up your skin, his ragged breath fanned your face. You couldn't, you shouldn't... But he was so tempting and you were tired of holding back.

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[sandy-the-glader]

Hi!! I hope this is okay!! If not, no worries!! 💜💜💜 (I love you lots!)

Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader Where while Adrian is out and about doing his Vigilante work he comes across a bunch of criminals in a warehouse, and after they’re all “taken care of”, he hears someone crying and finds a girl hiding behind a pile of the criminal’s stuff, and she’s handcuffed to something over there, so she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. She’d obviously be completely terrified of Vig, but as we know, he is very good at reading a person and would clearly see that she is innocent, and had been taken by the bad guys. Normally he would just set the innocent girl free and be on his way, having already taken care of the bad guys, however… He had unfortunately taken off his mask right before finding her, and had forgotten to put it back on, so she has seen his face. Panicking, he just picks her up, and takes her to his car with him, driving straight to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying in a terrified Y/n, he himself all panicked, and the team is like “wtf did you do????” “Did you abduct her???” And he’s just like, “No no, I saved her! But then she saw my face… So I guess, yes??”

Lmao it’s honestly a mess, but the team takes care of Y/n’s injuries, apologies for Adrian’s behavior lmao, and lets her stay there until she has recovered, as not only is she hurt, but very scared. After a while of staying with them, she gradually starts warming up to Adrian, him desperately trying to get her not to be afraid of him anymore (for a while there she was terrified of him), and their relationship eventually grows into a more romantic and intimate one🥺🥺🤧

Afraid of Me

*Not my gif*

Character: Adrian Chase x SoftFem!Reader

Type: Fluff and sorta angsty

Length: 5.4K (a bit long)

Summary: Request above <3

Trope: Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow-burn

A/N: LONG A/N!! Sorry this took forever I've been busy with a lot of stuff and I just haven't had any time but I worked on this whenever I could. Btw again I bent the request a little bit (I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted for it and I apologize ) so I hope it’s okay I just made this go over the whole period of time the show does and like more so there's more time for a bond to be built lol

I heard a quick gunshot followed by another. Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I was tied to some random wall in some warehouse, Apparently, I was not supposed to come across two men selling heroin to each other but here I am. They claimed I saw too much, took me, and tied me up. Who even does that?

I just wanted to return to my apartment and read this new book I bought. That's all I had planned for my day anyway. Yet now I was tied to a pole in some wet and cold warehouse with random crates surrounding me. I tugged and tried to break from but it was helpless. I cried and sniffled as I continued to try but there was no avail.

Were those shots from them or someone else? Please god, let someone save me. I had been here for hours and I was scared of what they had planned for me. They already hit me pretty hard over the head which caused a small trail of blood to fall from my temple.

I heard loud and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I braced myself and waited for the figure to come around the crate to where I was. He was wearing a teal suit, with blood covering it. It was Vigilante. Should I be happy or terrified? He's a killer but isn't he supposed to be a hero?

"Fuck oh my god." He gasped slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. He was missing one exceptionally important part of his suit. His mask. That must have been why he was so frantic.

In all honesty, he looked nothing like I always pictured him. He was lanky with glasses and he looked really young. He looked mid-twenties though I had a feeling he was older. He honestly looked nerdy.

"I'm sorry. I really won't tell anyone who you are. I-I mean I don't even know your name." I stammered. He didn't care though because he continued to curse.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This is so not good." he groaned. The man ran a thick hand through his hair while bouncing back and forth. "Umm." He pondered confused about what to do. "Shit, I can't let you go." My eyes widen. He already has saved me why not let me go on my merry way? He took off his glasses and put his mask back on.

He came over to me and examined my situation. He crouched down and started untieing the rope that kept me on the pole but didn't bother with the ones around my hands or feet.

I was about to thank him for his acts but he picked me up and started to carry me out. Oh, he's actually not letting me go.

"What are you doing!?" I panicked. I started wiggling my body in his grasp then he held me tighter. "Where are you taking me? This hurts." He continued to keep walking until we reached his car a couple of feet from the warehouse.

Holding me with one hand, he opened the door to his back seat and tossed me in. Judging by his face, he didn't mean it to be as aggressive but it was enough to get me to shut up. He slammed the door and rushed over to the driver's seat.

This is it. After all that's happened today I'm being kidnapped by Vigilante and who knows what's going to happen. I guess the law doesn't apply when it comes to him. I actually can't believe it right now.

The entire car ride was silent. Not a sound from the man or from me. It was terrifying. All I could think of was what was going to happen to me. it took him forever to get to his destination and when we got there I realized it was some rundown video store. That couldn't be where we're going right?

-

"Guy's we got a fucking situation!" Adrian called opening the door with the girl in his hands. The whole team in the building stared at him with wide 'What the fuck' like eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Economos asked adjusting his glasses and leaning over his desk.

Adrian (not so carefully) dropped the woman on the floor making her yelp out in shock and pain.

"Did you just kidnap a girl?" Adebayo's eyes widened at the sight.

"No Adebayo!" He yelled defensively. "Okay, well technically yes but-" He was cut off quickly.

"And why did you bring her here?" Harcourt burst out running a hand through her blonde hair.

"Okay, I was doing my badass stuff, right? Like beating up these bad dudes and I found her behind some crates." They all stared at him waiting for him to continue. "And since I didn't know these dudes took a hostage I took my mask off and that's-" He removed his mask again and replaced the glasses on his face. "Really bad." He grimaced.

"Adrian what the hell dude you could have left her. She would have never turned you in. Look at her. No offense." Chris said. She stayed silent like she never heard the comment in the first place.

She was scared to death, trembling on the floor with small tear streaks down her face. Some of the tears mixed in with blood on the left side of her face. She looked innocent as could be and she definitely didn't deserve to be in this mess.

"Dude what the fuck!" He shouted at Chris. "Now she knows my real name! You have so fucked me!" He continued to cure which didn't make the girl feel any better.

"I did not fuck you! Besides it's your fault for bringing her here anyway." Chris furrowed his eyebrows looking back and forth between the petrified girl and his idiotic friend.

"What is happening out here?" Murn came out from one of the rooms and immediately regretted his decision. "We're supposed to be working on the project butterfly case what are you doing Chase?" He asked sternly.

"Oh, now she knows about Project Butterfly!" Harcourt placed a hand on her forehead.

"Well, it's not like I can kill her because she's innocent" The girl's face drained at the mention of death. "and we can't get rid of her because she might tell someone who I am!" Adrian wined out. He was finally right about one thing.

"She also might screw our plan up," Murn muttered trying to think of a reasonable thing to do with this girl.

"Then what do you suppose we do with her?" Economos folded his arms. The girl had been silent the entirety of this conversation but she finally piped up.

"Um.." Her voice caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to look at her. "I-I can clean and o-organize around here." She stammered. "I can help you guys just please don't kill me." She pleaded. They all non-verbally agreed she had been through enough judging by the look of blood running from her temple and dirt caking her shirt.

"Yeah that honestly could be useful," Harcourt spoke. She looked around the room to only be met with agreeing faces. She let out another deep sigh before Murn spoke up.

"You will work the same hours as us and will get paid a fair amount." He folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't ask he just demanded she work.

"I'm also a fast learner and I can help you with anything you need. I don't have a current job so that would be perfect." She tried to look at the bright side of the situation. I can work for money but this is a destructive and hard-core business she pondered. "And since this is a very um dangerous job I just so happened to be trained in medical care." She offered.

"Oh, sweet! That's perfect so now dyed bear can stop doing such a shit job of stitching me up!" Chris smiled.

"Hey!" Economos protested. It was perfectly fine he thought.

"What about my living situation? C-can I still stay In my apartment?" She asked. They all looked around at each other because that was one thing they hadn't thought of. If they let her stay, she could always tell people without them knowing.

"If we let you stay in your apartment, you must realize he" Murn pointed at Adrian Chase himself. "has to keep watch of you? He somehow always knows if someone is doing something they shouldn't be." She nodded slowly. "And if you tell anyone and I mean anyone you will be terminated immediately, do you understand?" He spoke firmly making her hands tremble.

"I understand." She muttered.

"Now that everyone is done with this whole situation I suggest you get back to work," Murn concluded walking back to his office annoyed with the inconvenience.

-

I sat there absolutely stunned at what just happened. I just got myself into a bat shit crazy job. I mean I don't even know these people and one of them literally abducted me. This is not normal.

Project butterfly? Are these guys all heroes or something? I already was aware of Vigilante's existence and somewhat Peacemaker but there's a lot more than just those two.

"Oh my god, he didn't even untie you." The blonde-haired woman spoke in surprise. I didn't say anything because really what was I supposed to say? "I'm Harcourt." She kneeled beside me. She opened a switchblade and sliced through the ropes binding my hands together and then my feet. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. She went and collected the first aid kit from one of the desks on the left side of the room and motioned for me to sit at her desk. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n L/n." I said quietly as I stared into my lap anxiously.

"Come sit Y/n." She said calmly trying to make me comfortable.

I stood up uneasily and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and carefully walked over to the chair and sat down gently. She pulled out a couple of cotton swabs and some alcohol. She poured the strong liquid onto the small ball.

"I'm sorry about him." Harcourt hummed taking the cotton swab to my forehead.

"Hm?" I replied softly.

"Adrian." She looked me in the eyes. "He just isn't all there sometimes." She mumbled. She tossed the bloodied-up swab in the trash and put a bandage over the small cut.

I looked over at Vigilante who I guess was named Adrian. He was talking to Peacemaker and he looked perfectly innocent. Not even an hour earlier he was tossing me into the back of his car. Jesus, what did I really get myself into? Not only does he have to escort me home, but now I have to work with him. He's a psycho!

"She has a point you know." The woman I was pretty sure was Adebayo spoke up. I glanced at her and she nodded trying to make me realize it. "He's a really good guy you just have to get to know him. I get it he basically kidnapped you but he's stupid in everything but fighting."

"Yeah okay," I mumbled softly. I don't care what they say now I can't trust him after what he did unless he really proves he's trustworthy. At least these people actually had the decency to tend to my wounds.

She continued to bandage and take care of every cut I had on my arms and face. I enjoyed her already because she was delicate to me and cared about my feelings. Pretty quickly she finished and put all the materials away.

"Come over here I think we found a box of old clothes you could change in." She led me back into the store and I could feel Adrian's eyes burning into my back.

-

"Dude she's afraid of me!" I panicked at Chris looking him dead in the eye. I waited for her to leave before I talked to my best friend about the whole thing.

"Well, I mean you did throw her in the back of your car. Chicks don't really dig that. Unless they're like hardcore." Okay yeah obviously I fucked up big time but I was under a lot of pressure and I wasn't doing what I should have!

"Dude I didn't know what else to do." I whined

"I mean you just gotta make things right with her I guess. I don't know I usually don't have to apologize to girls." He shrugged his shoulders. Great okay how am I supposed to do that when she's obviously afraid of me? Fuck. "Listen when you walk her to her apartment just be like 'Sorry for kidnapping you in my shitty car that was a pretty bad thing to do!' or something like that." I let out a heavy sigh. This is never going to work.

-

I came back out to the main room in a sweatshirt with the video store's logo on it and sweatpants that were longer than my actual legs with the same logo down the side of it. I held my original clothes in my arms and I was quiet.

What do I do now? Go home? How am I supposed to feel safe in my own home when I know that guy is watching me?

"Listen." Harcourt grabbed my attention. "You can take as much time as you need before you go home. I know that was probably a traumatic experience for you so let me know when you want to leave." She spoke as if she had read my mind. I nodded. "Also we have your address so we can get you home easily." Okay well, I told her my name and that was all it took to find out where I lived. Spectacular.

"What are my work hours?" I still can't believe I got myself to work for these people.

"Just don't get here any later than 8. Hours are different every day. Since you now work here I guess I should tell you who everyone is." She pointed to Peacemaker and Vigilante who were still chatting near the corner of the room "Chris and Adrian ." Then to the other man in glasses. "Economos." The guy in the other room that I could see through the glass. "Murn." Finally, she pointed at the last girl which I already knew. "and Adebayo."

I stood around for not too much longer before very anxiously describing to Harcourt my wishes to leave. She understood fully and went over to Adrian to make him take me home. He looked at me with some sort of care in his eyes but I just couldn't look at him so my eyes fell back to the sight of the floor.

"Come on kid." Harcourt motioned with her head to leave out the door with the man. I walked out the door and the cool air hit me as the sun started to sink down below the horizon.

One car ride and then I'm home. This time I got to sit in the front seat of his car instead of being thrown in the back like a doll. I secured my seatbelt and then just slumped against the car door. All I could really do was pay attention to the passing cars outside and the quiet buzz of the radio.

I also noticed the pleasing smell of his cologne that filled the car or how he hummed along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio. Someone like him is a swiftie?

"I'm sorry that I kidnapped you." Adrian broke the silence between us in an attempt to apologize. I ignored it and kept looking out the window. It was a long day and I genuinely couldn't tell if he was being sincere or was just trying to make me feel like he cared. "Please talk to me. I know I fucked up." I glanced over at him; his eyes flickered between the road and me. "Hey." He reached for my hand and flinched away with wide eyes and a quickened heartbeat.

His eyes lit up in sorrow. He looked like he felt bad. He backed off and for the rest of the car ride, he didn't talk anymore. There was so much tension in that car I felt like I was going to suffocate. I could barely look at him. I was still scared of his guts.

Every turn and stop made me think over and over about the events that occurred today. It was nauseating.

Finally walking through the door of my apartment left me with this feeling I couldn't describe. All of the events that happened today were fucking unbelievable.

The book I was planning to read was on my bed and was quickly tossed on my side table with a small thud. I sprawled out on my bed not bothering to do anything else tonight.

What. The. Fuck.

-

It's my first day on the job and my teammate already hit someone with a car. A van actually. I got to the disguised video store a bit after seven and Murn described the plan to me. Since I wasn't significant to the plan I just stayed in the car with a first-aid kit just in case things went south. And oh they did.

"Is he dead!?" I stood in the van looking at Economos dumbfounded. He didn't reply at first he was just making shocked quivering noises.

"I... I don't know?" My eyes widened as he started to get out of the car holding a crowbar tightly in his hands. I left the kit on the seats (since I had been fidgeting with the latches the whole ride) and followed him for support or something like that. Maybe I thought I could help. He inspected inside the car which he had hit fully force.

Judomaster was crawling on the ground in front of the car slowly. Economos inched closer and closer to him holding the crowbar. He whacked him once over the head and jolted backward then his body went limp. We waited and sure enough, he kept crawling. He hit him again and he still was moving. I slapped a hand over my mouth as he repeatedly hit him on the back of the head. He poked him a few times like you would a bug making sure he wasn't moving.

"Oh my god." He let out. "Fuck yeah!" He turned around to high-five me. I lightly returned it. "Don't worry he's not dead." He said sensing my shock. "They're hardcore it takes a lot."

"Well, what do we do with him now?" I looked at Economos for ideas. We ended up tying him up and throwing him in the back of the van. I watched him intensely. When would this dude wake up? I really hope not any time soon. Murn radioed us and let us know that they would be coming back soon with of course Vigilante. Economos drove us back to the spot we were supposed to be in and awaited their arrival.

"You're pretty cool." I complimented him. He was taken aback by the positive words.

"Well thank you." He adjusted his glasses with a bright smile.

We waited for 15 minutes until they finally arrived and loaded themselves into the van. Everyone looked untouched besides Harcourt's messy hair, a couple cuts on Peacemaker's face and Vigilante crying about his bleeding toe. I grabbed the medical kit I had set down on the seats just minutes before and rushed to Adrian's side.

I motioned for him to move his foot up to where I needed it. He hesitated for a moment but then proceeded to lift his foot into my lap. I scoped out his injured toe and I pulled out the needed materials.

Yikes. I was definitely glad that I stayed in the van. Adrian’s foot jerked in my lap as I tried to get some alcohol.

"Hold still!" I complained to Adrian trying to hold his leg down from wriggling under my grasp. From the looks of it, this man had managed to get half of his pinky toe cut off. That is such a bizarre thing for torture.

“It hurts so bad though!” He wined when I took the alcohol to his foot. He had obviously had worse happen to him but this?

“It could have been worse,” I said. My hold got tighter on his leg since it kept jolting side to side.

“Pft yeah, this was nothing!” He lied as if he hadn’t been complaining two seconds ago. “I’ve gone through worse in DND.” A small smile appeared on my cheeks. DND huh? Who knew the big strong Vigilante was a total nerd? And a swiftie...

“One of my characters got their arm bitten off by a bear so I’d say you’re okay,” I said. His eyes lit up at the mention that I had played before." Just sit still it's about to get worse." His eyes clenched shut.

"Oh shit!" He screamed out making everyone irritated in the van. I shushed him gently with a soft hand on his leg. He shut up very quickly but his body still tensed occasionally with every sting. I held his foot carefully as I bandaged it up thoroughly.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked. I still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, but I can wait until we get back." He tried to act tough but I could hear the pain in his voice. I noticed a couple of holes in his shirt. Maybe I could fix his shirt while I'm at it. God am I being too nice?

I mean I'm trying to think of the bright side of what happened yesterday and honestly, it didn't seem so bad anymore. He saved my ass and I'm having a paying job. I can only imagine the pay is fantastic for what these people have me doing. I sat next to Adrian. I was feeling a little less scared of him now when I thought about him like that. Even through the visor, his eyes were peeled onto me. It felt like since I got here they never left.

Getting back to headquarters I couldn't get Adrian to get out of the van without making a scene. I dragged him quickly into the store so he wouldn't draw any attention from people lurking around In the streets. I pulled him by his hand and made him sit in the closest chair I could spot. He whined and moaned obnoxiously loud. I knew the stories and new articles about the man. He was tough and put up a big fight, he never lost against criminals.

I grabbed the larger bandages from an area Harcourt showed me just this morning and also some more alcohol.

"Show me where you're hurt." I looked at him curious about what else had happened to him. He pulled off his chest plate and revealed the deep stab wound in his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt clearly revealed the bloody mess it left. My eyes widen. "You kept this from me until now?"

"I could handle this. The toe I'm not entirely sure." I cleaned and bandaged the wound with intense concentration. I was careful and sure not to cause any more harm after this long night. "Thank you." He said softly. I just nodded and didn't reply with anything else.

-

The days passed as we worked on this project and the days were long and there was a lot of work to do. I didn't have almost any free time anymore so it was hard to make time for friends I actually wanted to talk to or things I really wanted to do. Adrian continued to try his hardest to earn my trust and befriend me.

I started to warm up to him crazy enough. He did little things for me I thought were sweet. Sometimes he brought me breakfast or he would try to learn about things I liked so he could talk about them with me. I started to trust him more and more as the mission proceeded because he was really good company. He would talk and I would listen.

A couple of days after the whole 'Adrian getting his pinky toe almost cut off' situation he got himself arrested. I didn't even know until Harcourt talked to me about it and what Adebayo said to him. I felt bad for him because as much as I thought I disliked him, I hated to hear he was where he was and how Adebayo literally manipulated him into doing it.

The night he got out he showed up at my apartment because he still needed to check up on me and since he hadn't been able to. For the first time, I felt comfortable enough to hug him. So I did, I wrapped my arms gently around his torso and gave a small squeeze. We stood like that for a minute before he quietly wished me a 'goodnight' without any further words. That was the kindest moment we had ever shared with one another

Then the next day we had another mission. Since all this time has passed, I had been informed on what a Butterfly fully was. At first, it was entirely confusing until I realized these were tiny alien butterflies here to kill us. I know it sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

I had to sit through a whole meeting in the morning next to Adrian where he (the whole time) joked with me. It felt sorta nice honestly. He never stopped being friendly and I just kind of started to accept it more.

And the whole mission went by quickly.

"Oh my god." I blurted when everyone arrived back in the truck. Peacemaker and Economos were fully drenched head to toe in blood, Harcourt had a good amount on her, and Adebayo and Adrian had little to none on them.

"We fought a fucking gorilla!" Adebayo exploded with astonishment. Jesus, sometimes I wish I didn't sit in the car the whole time.

"Economos is the fucking man." Peacemaker clapped him on the back with a proud grin. I did miss a lot if those two are now getting along.

"All the blood is the gorillas right?" I asked startled for a second considering the amount.

"Yeah we're all fine," Harcourt said tiredly.

"At least no one's arm got bitten off, like your DND character right?" Adrian nudged me in the side and sat down next to me. Sure I had only told him a few days ago about that but it still made me happy that he had remembered that tiny detail.

"Right." I smiled. Chris sat in the front and started playing music like he had at the beginning of the ride. I sang along with the rest of my team members to 11th Street Kids and I actually started to enjoy my work a little more.

I looked over at Adrian who was dancing like a dork. He looked so adorable? He was playing air drums and making up random dances as he went. I don't know why but I started to not hate him anymore. I started seeing this more personal side of him. Not Vigilante but Adrian.

"C'mon dance," Adrian whispered in my ear and nudged me again. I started to sway along with the group.

Later that night Harcourt made a group chat with all of us and sent a photo she had taken in the van. I set the book down I had finally got to reading beside me on my bed and picked up my phone.

Everyone was dancing in the van but on the right side, you could see me looking at Adrian with the sweetest smile on my face. The chat is filled with different emojis. The only number I had was Harcourts but from the merman emoji, I already knew it was Adrian. I liked his message and sent a fitting emoji to match the others.

I set my phone down and continued reading with a big smile. I never seemed to stop today.

-

It was the final day of the project and I wasn’t allowed to go. I wasn’t entirely complaining since this job was so bizarre but I was also disappointed. I mean all this build up and I don’t even get to go. They said it would be safer for me and of course, I understood.

But as the night carried on and the morning came through I was nervous. I had no texts or word from anyone. Sure, they still could be busy and have to do some other stuff before texting me but what if?

I heard a rushed-sounding knock on my door which threw me off. I ran to my door since the person decided to not stop knocking.

"What do you want?" I hissed as I threw open the door but I was only met with Adrian. My eyes soften upon seeing him. Oh, thank god he’s alive. "Adrian. Hi." I paused when noticing he was in a pair of shorts and a nursing gown. "Come inside." I ushered him in with wide eyes and closed the door quickly behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Listen I jumped out of a hospital building to be her so-"

"Adrian!" I scolded him for being careless. I had started to really enjoy him I didn't need him being so careless all the time.

"Shut up. Sorry, but I need to tell you this." I stared at him silently with folded arms awaiting what he was about to tell me. "Okay, so after almost dying, I know what you're about to say please just wait. After almost dying, I realized had more feelings for you than I have ever had for someone and that's like a lot for me." He stepped closer to me. "I had to tell you those feelings just in case I actually died sometime. But now I'm scared if you reject me because of the whole kidnapping thing when we first met and usually I would be okay with rejection but I don't feel usual with you." He rambled and his hands made several confusing gestures along the way.

Everything about him told me he was being truthful. His hands were trembling with nervousness, He literally came from a hospital to tell me this and he just had that look on his face.

The feelings from the other day came rushing back. I really enjoyed being with genuine Adrian. The time we spent together over the course of this project was enjoyable. I noticed small things about him like the way he always made sure to keep an eye on me and was careful not to get me into anything super dangerous. He had become almost like a personal guard.

He even taught me how to use weapons, and also never overstepped my boundaries. So yeah maybe I developed a crush on my kidnapper co-worker.

"Why are you looking at me like that I'm like really nervous right now." He asked.

"Because I feel the same way. Even though you did totally kidnap and traumatize me." I nudged him smiling but he didn't return it. "Adrian I was playing with you. But I really do feel the same way." He let out a long breath. I was quite sure he had stopped breathing for a little while.

"Oh thank god." Adrian stepped closer and picked me up in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I've kissed a couple of times in the past but never did it feel as amazing as this. I held him close to me as if he would slip away again. He pulled away to look closely at my face.

"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I won't scold you for almost dying." I glared at him but he just smiled kindly and kissed me again.

"If I keep. Kissing you then. I won't. Get yelled at." He said in between kisses making me start to laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that again Chase.” I shook my head kissing him passionately once more. I could get used to this feeling.

[carbondioxidewater]

hello >_< part 2 hihi

I apologize in advance, I got a little carried away lmao. hope this is still somewhat enjoyable, as I said, I'm not familiar with writing smut. 🌸🌷

warnings: nsfw, eren x fem!reader, age gap, slightly obsessive/possesive eren?, slight stalking, fingering, oral (m! & f!receiving), belly bulge, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, feelings involved (🤮)

word count: 7K

Senses (Pt. 2)

The next day you woke up with instant regret. You felt embarassed at your acts the night before, you weren't really yourself and you did not know why, you were confused of that unknown and unrecognizable side of yours. You did not dare to leave your room until you heard the front door close, meaning your two visitors left.

You went straight into the kitchen and drank a cold glass of water, the room reminding you of how you were bent over the window seat a few hours ago. But why were you feeling some type of excitement in your stomach?

No no no, shut down those feelings, you thought to yourself when you felt your core throbbing.

You took your phone into your hand and called your friends, telling them everything about last night and hoping they would judge you so much that you would never dare to speak to Eren again, because you knew something inside of you was aching for his touch and you were not liking it, or so you pretended.

Much to your dismay though, your friends squealed in excitement and asked you for all the details.

"I told you you just needed the right person, all the others were just big ass losers, unable to make you cum properly. This Eren apparently knows how to do it." your friend cheered.

Deep down you were kind of relieved that they were rooting for you, not wanting to let go of this fresh, exciting self-discovery that you wanted to explore further.

"I still have doubts though, I mean he's so young. He probably only wants to get me in bed too." you were concerned.

"But isn't that what you want? You don't want anything serious anyways, do you?" your other friend asked.

"Of course not, I've had enough of that. But is it really okay for me to go after it? I feel like I'm using him for his body."

"And he isn't?"

"Yes, but I'm the older one, the mature one. I shouldn't lust after someone younger, I should know better, act better. Also, he's in a whole another phase of life. I don't know, I just feel weird." you admitted, but your friends quickly talked you out of it.

"At the end of the day, he is a grown up too. Plus, he isn't even that young, but I know what you mean. If you feel so uncomfortable, then don't do it. But keep in mind that he knows what he does. He knows you were the stepmom of his best friend, and he still goes after it. He isn't innocent."

You thought about her words before responding.

"Yeah, I don't know..."

"And didn't it feel good? Wasn't he forcing you to look at the moon? That's so intense." she asked and your face turned red at the thought of it.

"Ugh, it did! It felt amazing, I can't even put it into words-..I've just never felt something like this. I never had someone to eat me out, and in complete silence at that! And his tongue! Oh my god-" you enthusiastically exclaimed, not noticing how you were basically worshipping Eren and you couldn't see it, but at the end of the lines, your friends were smiling to themselves.

"See? You want it, he wants it...Just do what you want and don't overthink too much." they declared and left you indecisive.

"I guess...Let's wait and see." you figured, kind of aware of the fact that they probably didn't have the best influence on you.

"Ahhhh, I want to see what he looks like so bad. I'm sure he is a sight, by the way you described him." your friend wondered.

"I don't have a picture unfortunately, but I can guarantee you he is."

"Doesn't he have any socials?" they further questioned, but you couldn't tell.

"I don't know, I don't even know his last name..." you admitted, wondering if you ever even knew or if you simply forgot about it.

A few days later, you were working in your office as usual, bringing around your new design of a closet and leaving work on time. You were one of the top employees, always hard-working and had long years of service behind you, which, together with your charisma and charming beauty, contributed to your promotion as the co-CEO plus your newly found selection as the face of the company. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when your colleagues voted for you as the poster girl, but apparently it was just some upcoming photoshoot to advertise your business. Easy.

Heading home, you texted your friends when suddenly someone bumped into you. You looked up and, to your shock, it was Eren.

"Oops, sorry." he said, looked down at you, his lips slightly parted, and continued his way.

???

Did he just ignore you? He definitely recognized you. Turning around to take a look at him, you realized he didn't even bother to look back to you, casually walking down the street while your gaze spiked his back.

You were confused. And even more when you started having dirty dreams with him as the protagonist, waking up aroused almost every morning at this point. What was it with him that didn't let you go?

You knew obviously, but you didn't want to obsess over it, especially since he apparently didn't think much of it himself, considering he ignored you as if you were nothing to him. That's why you didn't even tell your friends about this small incident.

The next time you saw him was after work again, sitting in the metro and working on your laptop, you didn't notice him sitting right in front of you and staring at you in silence while your eyes were on your screen.

You never noticed when he was sitting to your opposite, literally staring holes into you as he enjoyed your concentrated expression. He's been doing it for a while already and now that he got a taste of your sweet little pussy, he just can't stop scanning your thighs, your stretching, semi-transparent tights testing his self-control.

He always got up before your station, moving to the other end of the train and waiting for you to hop off before following you on your way home, making sure you'd be safe.

Only this time, you exceptionally looked up from your screen, his smirking self already looking at you while his arm was around the shoulders of the girl next to him. Your heart dropped to your feet and started beating uncontrollably the very next second, eyes taking a quick glance at the foreign girl who seemed to be too distracted by her phone to witness Eren's obtrusive behaviour, before looking down your screen again.

You couldn't concentrate though, too furious at the bold male who didn't stop ogling you until you almost missed your station, hastily exiting this uncomfortable encounter.

Eren excused himself, leaving the girl on the train on her own and quickly following you.

He called your name but you didn't stop, you're a grown woman and didn't have time for such trivial games.

"Hey-.." he ran up to you and you thought he would say anything to clear up this whole situation, but instead he asked for something else.

"Can you give that to Miles? You'll see him today, won't you? Didn't have time to drop it off myself, I've been pretty busy..." he handed you a small package and scratched behind his ear.

Does he really pretend as if nothing happened between the two of you?

You decided to play along, smiling broadly up at him.

"Sure, leave it to me."

And with that, you parted ways, calling your friends as soon as you arrived at home and updating them, deciding to give a lucky guy a chance to take you out tonight to get Eren out of your mind once and for all.

You responded to one of your many devotees, meeting him at the bar after turning down his offer to pick you up, you didn't want him to know where you live.

Arriving at your destination, you sat down the bar waiting for your date to approach you any second. After good 15 minutes, you already ordered a drink and drank on it, someone finally came up to you, but it wasn't the man you were expecting.

"What a naughty little girl, meeting up with other guys after you got intimate with someone else not too long ago." Eren's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you choked on your drink.

"I'm not the only one, am I?" you emphasized the last part and met his gaze. Eren tried to surpress a smile.

"What are you doing here and how do you even know? Don't tell me you're jealous?" you snorted and he brought light into the dark.

"Miles told me." he briefly explained, leaving much room for interpretation, but you didn't care.

"Uh-huh." you said and took another sip of your drink, trying to be as calm as possible about his sudden appearance.

"Well, as you already know I'm waiting for someone, so could you please get out of my way?" you requested, annoyed, but he obviously wouldn't do you the favor.

"I could, but you're waiting for nothing. He won't come, I took care of that." he pointed to the corner of the bar and you followed his fingers, seeing your date sitting and talking to another woman.

You sighed.

"What do you want from me, Eren? The train has already left." you declared, telling him that it's too late and his time is over.

"You think so?" he teasingly asked, coming closer to you and making you nervous. His gaze traveled to your trembling hands, face not stopping to move forward until it was next to yours.

"See, your hands are shaking..." he whispered into your ear now, stating the obvious. His lips were just inches away from your skin.

You took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Eren's aftershave and slowly growing impatient. His scent...it reminded you of that night.

Just touch me already, you thought, but you'd never say it out loud, not wanting to give in so easily. You didn't know if the alcohol in your body contributed to the desperation you felt, but you were definitely still sober and clear to your senses.

And suddenly, his lips were on your neck, roughly moving over the skin and gently biting at it, causing you to catch your breath in shock. You let out a small whimper you couldn't suppress, hoping that he didn't hear it, but he did. His hands traveled down your waist and held you steady and, without thinking, you moved your body towards his, aggressively grasping his shirt and pulling him closer. He let go of you and chuckled.

"The train has left, huh?" he devilishly grinned and you were embarrassed that your body betrayed you like that. You didn't know what to say or do so you tried to stand up and leave but Eren didn't let you.

"Let me go, I don't have the time or energy to deal with your games. Go back to whoever wants to be played by you." you expressed and pushed him by his abdomen, your fingers tingling at the sensation of his hard abs against your hand.

He stopped you by your wrist, tugging you back, spine against the counter as he placed both arms beside you, caging you in between so you couldn't escape.

"Eren, we're in public, don't make a scene." you looked around in embarassment, but no one seemed to care about the two of you.

"I'm disappointed in you." he pronounced.

"Oh, you're disappointed? Interesting." you scoffed.

"I'm not playing any games with you."

"That didn't seem to be the case earlier." you spat out, crossing your arms and looking to the side.

"You mean my cousin?" he beamed and you turned your head, eyes widening in surprise. You felt some kind of relief, but then you got a flashback.

"The way you put your arms around her is pretty unusual for cousins..." you narrowed your eyes and he chuckled lightly.

"Do you know how jealous you sound?" he smiled and you furrowed your brows.

"I did it on purpose, to get a reaction out of you. I already broke off contact with every girl long time ago." he guaranteed but you didn't know if you could believe him.

"Pretty immature if you ask me." you just professed. He laughed quietly.

When Eren was sure enough you wouldn't leave, he let go of the counter.

"You know, you hurt me too when you didn't even want to see me the morning after our nightly session." the guy proclaimed and you turned red, not knowing that it was such a big deal to him.

But it was. You didn't know it, but you were making him extremely nervous. Being near you drives him crazy and being not even more. He truly felt hurt, and he wanted to see if you'd feel that way too, he wanted to punish you for making him feel this way. It reminded him of the time when you weren't taking him serious, and he didn't like that at all. But he couldn't stay mad at you, he wanted to be the only one for you and he panicked when Miles asked him to come over because you weren't there.

"That was immature too, don't you think?" he wondered and you agreed. You criticized his childish behaviour, but you weren't any better. You were on the same page actually.

"I'm sorry." you apologized, head turning down in shame.

"Don't be." his deep voice mumbled. He took your chin in his hand and raised your head up.

"I can tell you not to worry, but I'd rather show you." he said before kissing your lips softly, and you let him.

It's just sex, you thought to yourself, rejecting all of your doubts and allowing him to touch on you.

"Show me then." you weakly let out and he caressed your hair.

"No." he announced and it left you confused.

"You had a drink." he unfolded and you tried explaining that you weren't under any influence.

"I just had one drink, I'm pretty much sober."

"If I'm having you, I'm having you with a clear mind." he clarified and you were getting the hots at his consideration.

He dropped you off at home, not accompanying you because Miles was there. You thanked him for driving you, but you probably should've thanked him for preventing you from making a mistake and meet someone else too.

You didn't know yet that you slowly started to grow true feelings for Eren.

The next day you woke up from a dream, a dream about Eren again. You wondered when the time came that you'd finally feel him inside of you but to your delight, it would come sooner than you imagined.

Miles left early in the morning, meaning you had your apartment for yourself again. You went to work, clueless to all the things that would await you that day. Bluebells were sent to your office every hour, each of them containing a small message with a single letter on it and when you collected every letter after the whole shift, it formed one word:

Tonight.

It beared Eren's trademark and you grew excited at this sweet, adventurous action. No one before him put so much effort into their gestures and you were practically on cloud nine, looking forward to whatever Eren has planned for you.

After work, you hurried home so you could take a long all-in-one shower to be fresh and clean. After shaving and applying lotion to your whole body, you put on your best set of lingerie, a sexy black lace corset and matching panties, over it you wore a tight black lace dress.

Furthermore, you put a few strands of hair up in a black ribbon, put on your favourite silver jewelry and lastly, put on some make-up and painted your finger- and toenails, also of black colour of course. When you were done with everything, it took you hours and you had to re-do a few of your fingernails because you accidentally smudged them, it was almost 10pm.

You were growing more and more excited the more time went by and you were just about to tell your friends about it when it ringed on the door already.

You opened it and Eren walked up the stairs. What felt like an eternity were just a few seconds in reality, but when he finally arrived at your floor, you wanted nothing more than to jump onto him.

Eren was wearing a tight black turtleneck pullover that was flattering his biceps and black suit pants. His hair was tied up in his usual man-bun and he was wearing a silver chain necklace, bracelet, dangle earrings and a few rings. You've never seen so many accessoires on him but hell did it look sexy, you almost drooled.

Eren too was taken aback by your appearance, standing there in utter shock for a few seconds, processing the goddess, as he thought, before him. The way you dressed up specifically for him didn't go unnoticed by him and he felt like crying tears of joy at the sight of you. He never thought you could make him forget about his now uninteresting fantasies with just one glance, who needed fake scenarios anyways when you were right in front of him, looking like the sweetest, most beautiful angel in heaven. And the fact that you were doing all this for him made his heart pound uncontrollably in his chest.

"Whoa..." he was searching for words but there were none that could describe his adoration for you.

"You look heavenly." he came up with and wasn't satisfied with his choice of words, still not moving his body until you asked him to come in. You gave him the sweetest smile and complimented him back, although you were low-key with your words.

"You look handsome as well." you told him and you were sure the hearts that formed in your eyes were visible. Eren cleared his throat and drew out the flowers from behind his back, roses this time, giving them to you before showing you the small bag in his other hand.

"I know bluebells are your favourites, but I figured you probably have enough of them."

You weren't any less happy about the roses, taking them from his hands, yours briefly touching his and making you both twitch a little, and taking in their smell.

"Thank you so much, Eren." you thanked, closing your eyes while sniffling them.

"I hope you didn't spend too much money on me." you felt guilty.

"There is no 'too much' when it comes to you." he confessed and you blushed at his comment.

"I brought some...fruits...strawberries...they're apparently aphrodisiacs..." he let you know, even though he was certainly not needing any help with getting his cock up, already being rock hard under his pants for you for years.

"Oh, I see, maybe we can prepare something with them in the kitchen." you suggested and you two went into said room.

But when you were there, so close to each other, not able to stop yourselves from seeking each others' touches, the strawberries were long forgotten. Unable to keep your eyes and hands off of each other, it only took you two one last straw, that being Eren's crotch pushing against your ass, to drop your plans and head straight into the candlelit bedroom.

Eren picked you up and threw you onto the bed, impatiently ripping off your dress, holding your corset around the waist while mustering you up and down and growing even harder.

"You're so fucking hot, just looking at you feels like a sin." he worshipped you and it fucking turned you on. You've never felt this treasured.

He held you like this for a while, his fingers wandering over the fabric before pressing down his hands on you, slowly moving them up, passing your tummy and finally stopping to wildly massage your breasts. Simultaneously, he started smooching your neck passionately, leaving a few marks. You leaned forward at his touch, holding your breath and enjoying his kneading skills.

He then started to put his body weight on yours, slowly grinding himself against your covered clit, stimulating the both of you even further while continuing his former movements.

At some point, his hand went underneath your tight corset, playing with your bare tits for a while before taking off the whole piece, admiring your topless appearance before appreciating them with his mouth. His hands were placed behind your back, holding onto your shoulders to hold the both of you stable. His lips gracefully nibbled on your now hard nipples, luring out a heavy moan that you tried to suppress for too long.

"That's it, don't keep your cute noises to yourself, sweetheart." he said and went down your core. He kissed over the fabric, then grazed over it with his fingers, hitting it a few times with two of them. He pulled down your panties and was pleased with the sight.

"So eager for me, aren't we?" he teased and you couldn't even answer, patiently waiting for him to touch you in any way.

He saw the desperation in your eyes and didn't let you wait any longer, instantly licking at your clit and fingers playing with your folds. Your toes were curling at the sensation of this godly tongue you were feeling again, wishing you would feel it clashing with your own at that.

He licked over your folds now, sucking in your sensitive skin and brushing it with his teeth from time to time, the bony fangs giving you small shocks. His mouth was wide open while he was devouring you, hungry for more and preparing your first orgasm that night, and it came pretty soon. He used one of his digits to widen your hole, sending in another one until you were eventually stuffed with three of his pretty fingers, cumming around him in an instant and whining in pleasure.

You were practically feeding him with your juice as he took you through your release, licking up every single drop of your essence and swallowing it in pride.

He was slowly running hot which is why he took off his shirt. His eight-pack was fully visible to you now and looked unbelievably inviting in the warm and bright colours of the candles in your room. Before you could even think twice, your lips were already on his muscles, going further down with every little peck. They felt like steel, but maybe that was just because Eren was stiffening his muscles at the sudden feeling of your mouth against his skin.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Eren voiced, knowing that you were about to give him head. He obviously wanted this, the thought of it alone was re-playing in his head non-stop. But he didn't want to take the focus off of you, in the end, all he ever wanted was to satisfy your needs. You shouldn't have to get dirty.

"I want to get a taste of you, too." you expressed and he was turning into a red, flustered mess.

You unbuckled his pants, ready to see what was expecting you, and pulled them down, his boxers stretching around the big silhouette of his shaft. You could already see he was massive, and it was thrilling you. Eren observed you sharply, his cock pulsating at your sudden touch. You rubbed the clothed erection for a while, then finally pulling down the boxers, his member jumping out and dangling from his body.

You stood there in amazement of his big girth, it was long, thick and veiny, already leaking a good amount of precum. It was really pretty though, as far as dicks can be pretty, but Eren's really was. The tip was pink and soft-looking and you were dying to suck on his balls. The only thing that was unsettling you was the question if he even fitted inside you. But that would be a problem for later.

You started your own way, groping over it, squeezing it between your fingers and going up and down his outstanding length. Eren inhaled deeply and on that occasion, you tenderly kissed the tip, cleaning it from the precum and starting to take it into your mouth. Eren struggled to hold himself back, concentrating so he wouldn't cum in an instant because your mouth around his tip alone almost made him.

When you licked your way down his dick, taking in more and more while doing so, then taking it out of your mouth completely to capture his heavy sacks in it instead, he swore to himself that he would thank you endlessly after it. Your careful approach that turned into a rapid back-and-forth movement shortly afterwards made him lose control.

"Shit, your mouth looks so good around my cock. It simply belongs there." Eren hissed and you got chills.

Knees on the mattress and his body leaning back, he roughly gripped you by your hair and started aggressively face-fucking you. He pushed his head back in pleasure, taking your mouth as he pleased while working up his own high. Your little chokes around him made him even go faster, not without making sure you were alright with it though. Before he came undone, he pulled out of you. He wasn't planning on coming already, not before he didn't make you cum at least three times.

"Fuck, I'd love to cum all over your pretty face now, but we have to save that for another time." he said when he saw your drooling mouth.

Eren forcefully pushed you down the bed next. He stroked your clit once again to prepare you for his girth, planting a small kiss on top of it before asking you the question.

"Are you ready?" he made sure, slapping his tip at your clit a few times and drawing it through your folds. You nodded in excitement.

"Alright..." he said and pushed himself inside.

The stretch was big, but he moved slowly and gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his thick length that was penetrating you, even though he would rather want to fuck you relentlessly. He would never do something that would hurt you or that wouldn't give you the absolute best feeling, so he was very patient, very loving and very sweet to you, always asking you if you were okay everytime he pushed himself in a little more.

"Oh fuck, are you tight. Gotta focus so I don't spill my seed into you right away."

"There you go, just look at how good you're taking me, princess, you're feeling so amazing." he groaned, torturing himself by ignoring his aching member.

When you finally gave him the permission to move freely, he kept a consistent and slow pace, rolling his hips steadily and watching your reactions.

You were drowning in pleasure, his tip hitting all your best spots, spots you didn't even know existed until now, and it felt ethereal to have his full entirety fill you like a stuffed animal.

You both made eye contact during the whole act, his eyes never ever leaving yours, even when you averted yours to roll them in pleasure. He continued rubbing your clit and then changed his pace. He wanted to see all your reactions, wanted to see what he had to do to make you act a certain way, and what kinds you preferred.

His thrusts were slower but harder now, violently ramming into you, then pausing for a second. This way, he was bringing all his passion, all his strength into one thrust at a time, intensifying your pleasure.

"Oh g-god Eren, d-don't st-stop~" you moaned, your voice making his dick twitch inside of you and your legs clutching his torso, bringing him nearer to you so you could embrace his neck with your arms. He felt how your pussy was milking him, looking down to see a thick ring of your cream around his genitals.

"God, you're driving me crazy." he groaned out loud, giving you a long kiss on the lips.

"I'm gonna make you feel good now, princess." he announced and changed his pace again, thrusting at an enourmous speed and feeling how your walls clenched around him even more, fucking you through your second orgasm.

You were caught off guard by the sudden speed, screaming in pleasure and calling out his name countless times which was making him go insane, quickly pulling out of you because he couldn't prevent his own release anymore. He emptied himself on your stomach, the sight of it making you wonder how his warm liquid would feel inside of you.

"Fuckkk...couldn't even hold back anymore with how you squealed my name." were his exact words.

You dipped your fingers in his fluid and used them to paint it over your body, taking them into your mouth right after while meeting his gaze and tasting the white paste. He immediately grew hard again, taking you up and turning you around on all fours, knees and hands on the mattress as he started to fuck you from behind. He towered over you, placing his hand on your lower tummy and applying pressure on it, holding you still like this while his other hand supported him in his new position.

"I-I'm cl-..close, Eren." you sobbed, tears in your eyes and laying your hand over his on your belly.

His balls slapped strongly against your clit and it didn't take long for you to cum again.

You thought you'd have some time to recover from your high, but Eren was animalistic at this point and switched positions again, pressing you down on the mattress, face buried into the pillows, and mercilessly ravishing you. His hands were placed next to your waist and his abdomen was rubbing against your butt while thoroughly infiltrating you, lifting up your lower body in the end, ass in the air, to increase the depth.

You came again and cried out in overstimulation, but Eren turned you around once more so that your back was onto the bed again and held your hands above your head with one of his, the other one pushing your right leg up so he had a good access to your cunt. And then, he was pounding into you, as hard and fast as before. In the meantime, you were motionless and completely fucked out, overwhelmed by all the pleasure that you felt during the past rounds. Your lower belly started to hurt due to all this overstimulation and Eren checked up on you when he noticed you weren't moving and were oddly silent.

"You still there?" he asked and you weakly nodded.

"Do you want a safeword?" he questioned, not stopping his sloppy pace but being careful nonetheless.

You shook your head.

"I..trust you.." you spelled out and it warmed his heart. He loved you so much, his whole body was basically exploding at this transcendental experience. He wished he could share his emotions with you, hoping that you felt at least a tiny part of what he did.

"I'll let you ride me next, so you can set the pace." he gave out and pecked your forehead, hands caressing your cheeks.

After unleashing yet another, slightly painful orgasm, the good type of pain though, he rolled on the bed, gripping your body and sitting you onto his lap, dick cautiously sliding into you once more. The massive penetration made your hips wiggle on top of him.

"E-Eren...I c-can't..." you cried out but he encouraged you.

"Shh baby, don't you see you're already doing so well? Keep it up, use me as you wish." he fired you up and you started grinding against him.

"There, there..." he petted you when he saw the tears rolling down your face, wiping them away and grabbing your hands to hold them in his. He kissed them and brushed his gentle fingers over your smooth skin.

You stopped again, needing a break, holding onto Eren's broad chest to support.

"It's alright sweetie, take your time." he mumbled in a low voice, grazing over your pelvis.

"Want me to help?" he then asked and you nodded breathlessly.

"I'm sorry." you let out and Eren was dying inside, you were just so cute.

"It's okay princess, I got you." he assured and grabbed your hips, slowly starting to thrust into you and bucking up his hips regularly until you were worked up enough to take the lead again.

His hugeness made your stomach bulge and the bare sight of it captivated him. It was turning him on even more, he was even using his hands to put some more pressure on that part of your tummy, and he quickly engrafted this moment into his memory, unaware of the fact that he added extra rawness to his thrusts.

"Nghh...I'm really trying to slow down, but it's impossible with your pussy milking me like that." he apologized and harshly pounded into you, clasping your hips while doing so and leaving slight prints of his hands on your skin.

"Look at how perfect you're fitting around me, it's like you were made for my dick." he implied and got you all riled up.

The view of the swelling bump caused by his dick and his own helplessness stirred up your emotions, sending electricity through your body and boosting your lust in an instant.

"A fucking goddess." he mumbled as you were bouncing on his big dick, moving up and down while your breasts jerked in front of his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from sitting up and making out with your chest, consuming you like you were his last meal and your hands immediately tugged at his hair, slightly pulling it while you sped up your tempo.

You threw him back on the mattress and you could swear you heard a whimper slip out of Eren's mouth when you took over the dominance.

The sight of him under you like this drove you nuts, he looked so vulnerable, so submissive, and so breedable, his cocky demeanor nowhere to be find. Riding him at your own preferred rate, Eren cried out in agony, mewling below you like a whiny mess until you both reached your state of ecstasy.

"You'll be the fucking death of me." he growled, head squeezing back into the cushion as he quickly pulled out of you before spurting out his sticky substance on both of your stomachs.

Shortly after, you collapsed onto his body, too much overstimulation to handle. He cackled at your worn out state, wrapping his arms around your weak body and kissing your head, the smell of your hair intoxicating to him.

He laid you down on your side and started gnawing at your neck then, moving down to your decollete and sending shivers down your spine. He was cherishing your figure as he took his softened penis in one hand and started to stroke it, occasionally making contact with your inner thigh.

You grew nervous at the fact that he wanted to go for another run, thinking you were done by now. But you didn't complain, you enjoyed yourself like you never did before, the handsome man next to you making you feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world.

He startled you when he unexpectedly pressed his fingers over your core and shoved them inside, stretching you enough to enter you with his now erected cock again.

"Eren...too much." you hummed, still panting from your prior pleasure.

"Just a few more rounds, okay?" he whispered, kissing your cheek while hovering over you.

He stood on his knees, taking a pillow from behind you and lifting your body up to put it under your lower back to situate you into a more penetrable position, cock buried still inside of you.

He tossed your legs over his shoulders and you were enraptured by his swiftness. Eren packed you by your thighs and repeatedly dragged you onto his torso from your waist down, profoundly bumping into you.

"..I-I'm almost there.." you announced, shouting when he quickened his motion. Your view was getting blurry so you squinted your eyes in hopes of a soon release, but it never came because Eren suddenly pulled out and left you unsatisfied.

"Hey...stop teasing me." you weakly pleaded and he enjoyed your torment.

"But you look so gorgeous like this." he snickered.

"Weren't you saying it's too much for you just minutes ago, hmm?" he further provoked, lips coming close to yours and grazing over them.

You pulled him into a heated kiss, and he chuckled against your mouth, promptly slipping into your hole again and moving in circular movements. You squeezed your eyes shut again, arching your back and getting off on him but he was denying you yet another orgasm.

"Ereeen!" you whined once more, but he just giggled. He was edging you like a true savage.

"If you want something, beg for it." he answered, still lingering over you.

How cruel. You obeyed though, too desperate for his touch to resist.

"Please, I want to feel you inside of me." you begged, big eyes looking up at him. He didn't say anything, wetting his lips with his tongue as he sized you up.

"Say it again."

"I want you, Eren." you confessed, eyes shutting in embarassment.

"Nah nah, open your eyes and look at me." you did as he said and made eye contact.

"So obedient." he smirked.

"You want me?" he asked then and you nodded your head.

"Only me?" he furrowed a brow.

"Only you." you clarified.

"Hell yes you do." he claimed and picked up his pace again, pressing your knees against your own body and abusing your needy little cunt all over again.

"All of this belongs to me, no one else can see you like this." he possessively claimed and you nodded, too distracted by the build up of your upcoming orgasm.

"Eren, please, I want you to cum inside of me." you voiced your need of this whole evening and his eyes widened in complete shock.

"..Fuck, that caught me off guard." he hissed, gnashing his teeth to hold back his leaking and continuously hitting your g-spot.

"As you fucking wish, princess." he said and began to fasten his thrusts, making love to you endlessly and bringing you to an earth-shattering climax. You used all the strength left in your voice to scream one last moan while you squirted around him, and he was carrying you through your orgasm until he ultimately ejaculated too, emptying himself inside of you then and pumping you full of his load.

His hot semen spilled into you and the sensation of it was truly one of a kind, it was so divine. The sudden warmness that overflowed your body - in a literal sense - made you feel like you were levitating, wishing this outworldly feeling would never stop.

He didn't pull out of you yet, waiting until his dick softened, pushing his dripping milk into you with his fingers after he finally pulled out and dropped himself on the bed, body gravitating towards to yours.

"Look at how precious my sweet girl is." he and cupped your cheeks with one hand, kissing your puffy wet lips after seeing your dumbfucked face. Your eyelids got heavy but Eren made sure that you stayed awake, lifting you from the bed and carrying you into the bathroom. You groaned in annoyance, only wanting to sleep at this point.

"No time to rest yet, we still gotta clean you up, angel." he explained and dropped you on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a washcloth from the drawer and wetted it in the sink.

"How did you know where to find-" you started, but he interrupted, smirking back at you.

"I did my research."

He helped you tidying you up, or more like: he did all the work, gently but properly washing your skin, kissing the inside of your thigh once in a while - not sexually, just wholeheartedly. And when he was done, he ordered you to pee, leaving the room to your privacy and picking you up when you were done. You tried walking on your own but your legs failed, wobbling too hard.

"I can't even walk." you professed, searching for Eren's support and laughing at your own condition.

"Don't worry, I'll carry you everywhere." he offered, the subtle confession unnoticed by you.

He laid you down your bed, then leaving again to bring you a glass of water. In the meantime, you quickly messaged your friends.

"Guys, oh my god...EREN!!!" was the only text you sent, putting it on your nightstand when Eren came back and not touching your phone until the next morning again.

You sipped on the glass, the cold water quenching your thirst. Meanwhile, Eren made himself comfortable on your bed, waiting for you to lean back to hold you into his arms and play with your hair, massaging your scalp and placing soft kisses everywhere.

"Thank you." he muttered and it bewildered you.

"Now you finally got an older woman into bed, huh?" you joked, but he didn't find it funny.

"Do you really still think that was the only thing I wanted? Did you not notice that I've been madly in love with you for the past 8 years? I want to show you, in more than just one way, how deep this love goes, if you allow me to of course."

You were surprised at the thousands of butterflies that emerged in your belly, and then you slowly realized. You felt it then and there.

You were falling in love with this man. Shit.

[matcha-kathrin]

STRANGERS - Chapter 4

Summary: Promises are the hardest to make, and the easiest to break. You knew that, but maybe a part of you believes your stranger will show up. 

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Notes/Warnings: Bittersweet. Not heart wrenching but DAMN. I was in an interesting state when I wrote this lmao. I feel the need to be honest with you guys and come clean: this will be the final part of the series for the time being. To me this is the perfect way to end things, Strangers has made it’s way into my heart and it’s there to stay! Stay tuned for future fics and oneshots, and my asks are always open so feel free to flood me with requests or questions and I’ll be glad to answer!

Word Count: 3.3k 

Please read Part One, Part Two and Part Three before proceeding.

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STRANGERS – CHAPTER 4

It’s physically impossible to be happy every day. That was something you were understanding more and more as time went by. You had thought that once you had reached a certain stability in life the waves of depression that came crashing down on you would subside, becoming somewhat of a gentle tide. Unfortunately, the sadness never leaves, it’s a part of life, without the deep rooted feelings of melancholy you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the beautiful, positive things in life.

Yet you hoped, you hoped that one day you would be at peace. Even now as you were getting ready to leave for what was supposed to be a very exciting night for you the feeling inside you couldn’t help but settle in the pit of your stomach. You wondered if it was because of your nervousness or excitement. All in all, you were looking forward to the evening ahead of you. You were excited to see how the film turned out and how you looked on screen. You’d never get over seeing your face on a big wide screen in a theatre projected in front of a hall full of people.

It was like staring into the face of someone you didn’t know, someone who looked awfully familiar, someone who looked like you, but was a stranger nonetheless. Because the person on the screen was not you, it was a part of you, a small piece of a bigger picture. A small fragment that for the span of a film’s duration had gained individuality. It was the uncanniest thing you had ever experienced.

You sat on your bed, staring at the window that gave onto your small fire escape, you watched as the sun had slowly receded behind the tall buildings of your street. Soon you would have to leave, take a cab or walk the five miles it took from your place to get to the downtown theatre. You didn’t mind walking, even if that meant spending quite a bit of time in the cold chilly air with nothing but your dress and your favorite jacket.

Ah yes, your dress.

In all fairness it wasn’t fully dry, you could feel the slight dampness of it at the hems, but overall, it was wearable. You’d be lying, or worse cheating, if you said otherwise. After straightening it out with your old iron which you never even took out it felt better already, and after you had slipped it on and stared into your mirror, the only light shining the one from your bed, you frowned.

You felt, as you had the day before, stupid.

Not because you felt ridiculous, or because you didn’t think you looked good in it, but for some reason you felt slightly childish in dressing up so elegantly for a small film screening. Like it was something important.

“It sounds important.” His voice whispered in your mind, and you smiled. You knew what he would say if he saw you frown at yourself, he would tell you how you had every right to dress up for something you deemed important. Even if you were the only one who thought so. And was it so bad? Trying to look your best for people you didn’t even know? A few minutes ago you thought exactly that, but even just imagining how he would react seeing you wear the dress you bet on, made you change your mind quicker than ever.

You wondered if you were more excited for your film screening, or finally knowing the name of your dear stranger.  You pushed the thought aside as you turned around to check that every fold, and every thread, of your dress was in place. It fit you like a glove, the soft fabric complimenting your natural features in a way no other dress really could. It had been your mother’s dress, that’s why it meant so much to you, as soon as she had grown out of it she placed it in a pretty box along with your things when you were moving out of your home. Unbeknownst to you it would become your prized possession. And you treasured it dearly, only wearing it in the pivotal moments of your life.

Letting out a shaky breath you realized you had no more reason to stay idle in your room, staring blankly at your reflection. Even when you locked eyes with yourself you felt the same uncanny feeling, as if you didn’t quite recognize yourself. Like there were parts you still had to meet, still had to know. Maybe someday you would.

You shrugged on your jacket, feeling a slightly bit better that the air wasn’t prickling your bare skin anymore, and you slipped on your shoes. Even the pair of shoes were elegant, a pair you never really wore, but you didn’t have much of a choice now. Taking your bag and keys, checking that you had your phone and, god forbid, your cigarettes you looked at yourself in the mirror once more.

You were ready, at least you hoped.

And with that you left your apartment, double checking the lock and click clacking your way onto the ever dark, ever damp streets. You enjoyed the way you made heads turn, for some reason you were more aware of it when you had this particular dress on, like you were searching for something in the eyes of the strangers who passed you by. Even though you had done it a thousand times before, something felt different. You weren’t satiated by the quick glances or looks people were giving you, oh no, these strangers had no power over you anymore.

Only one stranger did.

You wondered if he would really show, you had lived long enough that you had experienced disappointment before. The little voice in your head preparing you for the worst. He was kind, he listened to you, he was there when you least expected him to be. But he owed you nothing, and for all you knew he might’ve forgotten about the whole thing already. Even if he had promised, but promises were very easily broken.

Maybe the little voice in your head was just trying to protect you, the rational, impartial voice trying to lower your expectations as much as it could. Which, on certain accounts, was also quite sad. It was like you wouldn’t allow yourself to get too excited. You never did, always fearing it could backfire.

So, as your pace quickened you tried to concentrate on what you could actually look forward to. You had met some amazing people while working on the film, talented young students that reminded you a lot of how you were when you were in their shoes. And you were excited for them, excited that they got chosen for a late evening screening at a film festival that could mean the opportunity of a lifetime. You hoped for them. Hoped they would get the gratification that they deserved. And before you knew it your feet were drawing near to the entrance of the theatre, your mind buzzing and your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

You could see people filing in, and a few familiar faces smiled when they noticed you approach, greeting you and complimenting you on your appearance. To your relief you weren’t the only one who had dressed up for the evening, making you feel less out of place than you expected. As your colleagues exchanged niceties you couldn’t help when your eyes scanned around you for a glimpse of your stranger. But even when you had sat down in the theatre in between your director and co-star, the light of the hall darkened signaling the start of the film, you hadn’t seen him anywhere.

You should’ve expected as much.

And soon you forgot all about him, the images on the screen in front of you transporting you to a place far away. You loved that about movies. How you could forget who you were for the span of a few hours and live something completely different. Though you had to admit, it was a bit hard to immerse yourself in something you had acted in, seeing yourself on the screen broke the fragile illusion, making you remember on and off that all you were doing was watching a movie. Nonetheless, you loved it. And to your relief the people around you seemed to love it as well. And for a moment, a split moment, hope reignited in your heart.

You didn’t want to, but the feeling had formed without you knowing, the voice in your head switching sides, whispering the possibility that your stranger might be there, watching your final scene as you were doing.

And suddenly it all became too much. Your heart pacing at the idea of it. If he was there, what was he thinking, had he enjoyed it as much as you did? As soon as the credits rolled in and the lights came back on you were brought back to the present moment in full force, and as your audience applauded and you shared smiles with the people sitting next to you, you excused yourself.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you needed fresh air, and you didn’t think you would last during the creator to creator panel that was going to start very soon. So in the midst of the applause and ruckus you took your small bag and got your jacket, assuring your colleagues you would catch them later.

But you weren’t so sure you would.

The empty red carpeted corridor was all blurry as you quickly made your way through it, your hands bracing the glass door as you pushed it open almost desperately. When the brisk air hit your flushed face you sighed, smiling. The buildup of your emotions subsiding. You didn’t know why you were feeling so overwhelmed, but you didn’t blame yourself for it. You just waited for it to fizzle out as you stepped to the side of the theatre’s entrance, rummaging in your small bag for your cigarettes.

And once you plucked one out and placed it in between your lips you felt a calm wash over you. And finally, your mind was quiet.

“Need a light?”

Jumping slightly your head snapped to source of the voice, and when your eyes focused on the person who snuck up on you, they softened.

And there he was, your stranger, making quite an entrance as he always did. You couldn’t help the absolute star struck expression that happened upon your face when you took in the sight of him. He had dressed up, and he looked like a completely different person.

It looked like he was glowing, and as he approached you to light your cigarette you couldn’t contain the way your eyes followed his every movement. Dropping down only for a moment to look at where the flame met your smoke.

“Much obliged,” you reenacted your first encounter with a small laugh, still eyeing him incredulously “What are you wearing?”

“Oh this?” he asked, looking down at himself and matching your amusement “There was a possibility that the star of tonight’s film would show in a beautiful dress, I had to come prepared.”

You hummed in response, not being able to wipe the cheeky grin that had settled on your face. And he just rubbed the back of his neck nervously as you looked at him from head to toe.

“So? Any thoughts on tonight’s performance?” You lulled, bringing him back from his bashfulness.

“Well, having had no expectations whatsoever I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.” He mused, your eyebrows rising dramatically.

“Really? And what about the final scene?”

He hesitated. And so did you, not expecting your question to make him falter in his playfulness. But he seemed to really think about it, and somehow you got nervous all over again. You didn’t really want a serious answer, heck your question wasn’t even all that serious. But now too much time had passed to take it back.

“It was…sad.”

“Yes?” You quickly spoke, furrowing your brows “That was the point.”

“No, I mean- It was supposed to be the moment in which you realized that everything was okay, that everything was going to be okay despite all the hardships you faced. But somehow instead of being proud of yourself you just seemed so- so sad.”

You looked to your feet as you took a quick puff of your smoke, nodding a bit as you listened.

“True,” You spoke after a moment “then again, she was alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sure, its empowering to know you have the strength and resilience to keep going all by yourself, to not need anything from anyone and still be able to make it through. But isn’t that all kind of sad? Isn’t it sad that she had to go through all of that by herself?” You spoke softly, your gaze wandering to an uncertain point in front of you, and for a moment you stood there. Then you shook your head lightly and looked back at him, finding his eyes already on you.

“I feel like it was reassuring, but at the same time she came to the realization that she was all alone. That she had been all alone the whole time. Even when she met the one person who didn’t make her feel like it was her against the world, ultimately he left too.”

“Do you think he’d come back for her?” He asked, so quickly it almost took you aback. And you smiled, looking up into the night sky in thought.

“Who knows? I guess we’ll never find out.” You lulled, looking at your stranger with curiosity. He didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, he just looked back solemnly. It was like seeing a whole new side of him, how he could get so invested in a film made you all warm inside. Because you were just like him.

And suddenly you noticed something you hadn’t before. How had you not seen it before? With an exaggerated gasp you held a hand to your mouth “This is the first time I’ve seen you without those godforsaken sunglasses!”

For a moment it looked like he was expecting something else, a small stupor in his eyes, he was a bit surprised at how quickly you switched the topics of conversation. But then he smiled, doing a ridiculous spin on himself.

“And? Was it everything you hoped it’d be?” He flaunted, making you chuckle at his boldness. Two could play that game.

You quickly threw your cigarette in the trash next to you, not caring that you hadn’t smoked it at all, and stepped closer to him. You tentatively placed your hands on his face, and for a moment his smiled faltered. He gazed into your eyes as you took in his features, your thumbs brushing on his eyebrows and settling on his cheeks. Holding him there for a moment as you studied him. Every line, every crease, every aspect of his face entranced you. And as your eyes wandered down his nose to his lips, scurrying over his chin and back at his eyes you noticed he hadn’t stopped staring at you.

How could he, when you held him so gently? As you were taking a mental note of each one of his features, he was permanently burning your face in his memories. The curve of your nose, how your lips looked unbearably soft, he wondered how they tasted, if he only dared to close the space between you.

But his thoughts were interrupted when you let out a light huff of laughter. “Well you certainly clean up nicely, though I have to say I kind of miss the laundromat look.”

His hands reached up and rested on your arms, and just when you were thinking of letting him go, as if he had known you wouldn’t keep him there for much longer. The proximity settled in, your face feeling hotter by the second. Where had your boldness run off to?

“I don’t know, I’d have to say this is my favorite look of yours so far.” He spoke softly, so unbearably soft you almost trembled at the low reverb of it. Not even a day had passed, and you realized just how much you missed the sound of it.

“Yeah, I-” you swallowed “I lost a bet you see.”

“Oh? What were you betting for?”

As soon as his gaze left your eyes and dropped to your lips all reason cleared from your mind. It was the moment in between words and a glance where you had a very important decision to make. And without thinking twice, you placed your lips on him. Your hands bringing his face slightly down to meet yours, but you didn’t need to do much, for he was already moving on his own.

And as you stood on the tips of your toes, his arms sliding down your sides to steady your unbalanced position, you felt all the sounds around you drown out. The street fading to black as you both fluttered your eyes shut, no space or time existing in the moment you were having. It was like every fiber of your body was concentrating on the feeling of his lips on yours. Moving gently as he kissed you. It was full of desire, of hunger, but also restraint. As if he was worried that if he did too much, you would slip from his grasp. And suddenly all the soft gazes, all the secretive glances, the close proximities, every moment you had spent together came to its culmination.

And you couldn’t even believe it was happening.

You had never gotten so lost in a kiss before. You had lived many kisses; sad and sweet, rushed and chaotic, but never one quite like this one. No matter how much he pulled you against him it wasn’t close enough, no matter how much your hands brushed his hair you couldn’t ease the burn that coursed through his body.

You had never felt so…alive.

And as you parted from him, your bodies flush against each other, you let out a shaky breath as you watched him open his eyes in a daze. A cheeky grin forming on his face. And for a moment you wanted to kiss him again. Again, and again. But a bet was a bet, and you were a person of your word.

So, in a warm whisper, you told him your name. And it was like he had almost forgotten all about it, but as soon as your name left your lips he dipped once more, kissing you and making you forget all about the first one. It was a much shorter kiss, but it was filled with gratitude, and when he parted he tasted out your name for himself, as if he needed to say it out loud to mark it on his tongue.

“Is it everything you hoped it would be?” You quipped, using his own words against him as you so often did, and he chuckled.

“Even better.” He whispered, pulling you closer so he could kiss you once more. You both knew that when you would stop he would finally tell you his name, and you would not be strangers anymore.

And maybe you never were, maybe you were meant to meet him outside of the bar that night. Maybe you were meant to leave your lighter at home so he could offer you his. Or maybe it was all just a blissful coincidence, one that you would never forget. As you smiled in between kisses, in between glances and breaths, you couldn’t care less what you were.

Because even if there was no going back from this point on, he would always be your sweet, dear stranger.

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

sh🌟p update is LIVE hello

welcome a couple new additions, i have these new rainbow acrylic magolor charms which i'm super happy with, and pin badges/buttons, with preexisting art from my other charms on them, as a sort of cheaper alternative for people. i also got a restock of my existing meta knight charms, which i ran out of last week, if anyone was looking forward to that. as usual i would appreciate if people checked it out if interested!

🌟 https://www.etsy.com/shop/DeafeningGardePanda 🌟

other notable shop updates, under the cut:

the b-grades listing is no more. b and c grades have now been absorbed into their respective listings. apparently most people don't look around at a shop's other listings when buying, so people kept missing that there were b-grades in the first place. hopefully this will lead to them getting sold now. unfortunately this has the side effect of making everything look way cheaper than it is, however, because et//sy will have the cheapest option on your listing appear as the default price before you click on the listing. no sorry i regret to inform you the morpho/galacta charms are Not $2 each lmao

speaking of b-grades, i went and took new pics of all of them. if anyone was on the fence about them before because i didn't provide enough pictures, lo and behold b-grade pictures galore. this meta knight restock i received ended up having my highest defect rate ever (which sucks, but it happens) so i have a lot of them to get rid of. again, if anyone doesn't mind a few dents or white marks and loves a couple bucks off their order, please take a look!

some eagle eyed folks might notice there's a design in the pins that isn't one of my preexisting charms. crowned magolor is a different thing that is in production (or just finished production a few days ago, actually), though it'll be probably a good 2-3 months before it goes up in the shop for reasons anyways. that one will be its own full charm too eventually

anddd last thing. anyone who orders might get a freebie test pin in their order. it's not a promotion or anything i just have a ton of these things i practiced with that i can't sell. the only issues with them are they were scaled too big or theyre Very off centered. enjoy if you receive one

[dragondemoness]

Can I humbly request Older sister headcannons (platonic of course stfu pedos) with Kyoko, Mahiru, Mikan, and Chiaki with a younger brother reader that gets into a fight with a kid from his middle school he really hates and really whoops his ass like REALLY bad? Like when he gets home he would be looking at the ground with his headphones on, frantically walking to his room to try avoid being scolded by his big sister lmao. even though little bro took a little bit a damage, he easily did the most damage in his lil scrap. And the fight was recorded and posted on social media so there was little chance the older sister(s) wasn’t going to see it.

Hope ya havin a good Day/Afternoon/Evening/Night, this my first time requesting on this blog so I hope I didn’t fuck anything up with the rules 🫡

The number of times I wanted to do this when I was in middle school- 😩😩😩

Kyoko, Mahiru, Mikan and Chiaki with a Younger Brother Who Gets in a Fight

Kyoko Kirigiri

She already knew about your situation with this kid, and told you not to do anything stupid

She already came to your school and told this kid to back off, but clearly, that wasn't enough

The kid still continued to bug you, trying to start a fight with you

Maybe it was because your sister was so calm and mature, and you were trying to take after her example, but this kid just didn't know when to quit

Things reached a boiling point when they insulted your sister

That's it, you had enough

It's time to throw hands

It ended with you on top of this kid, pounding them into the ground while they were too weak to do much about it

They underestimated how strong you would be

They ended up with bruises all over while you only had a red mark on your face and a scrape on your elbow

You got out as fast as you could, and you went home and up to your room to avoid getting scolded by your sister

She didn't get home until later, which you thought would work for you

You hoped that if you hid in your room all day, you would be in the clear

Unfortunately, you apparently forgot that your sister is the Ultimate Detective, and would immediately know something was wrong when you didn't greet her after she came home

So she came up to your room, and knowing there was no hiding the truth, you had no choice but to tell her

She looked at you in surprise, before sighing and shaking her head

"That was incredibly immature of you. But I am glad you stood up for yourself."

This earned a short, but stern scolding from her, which resulted in you feeling super bad about the whole thing

You ended up getting suspended, and Kyoko honestly thought you deserved it

Then the video was posted online, and she saw how bad the fight really was

She was shocked and mildly impressed to see that you took basically no damage

But she'll be damned if you ever do this again

Mahiru Koizumi

She didn't know about your situation right off the bat, but she noticed the way you looked frustrated when you came home from school

But you never wanted to tell her what was going on, knowing how worried she'd get

So you kept it from her, but that only made her worry more

Things only got worse from there, and you and this kid ended up brawling in the middle of the hallway

Poor little twink got annihilated while you were perfectly fine

You were quick to GTFO, and you kept your head down as you walked home

Unfortunately, one of the instigators ended up recording the whole thing

As a photographer, Mahiru likes to post her best pictures on social media

And the video of the fight was posted on the same websites she posted her pictures

Yep, there's no getting out of this one

She went straight to your room and gave you a 45-minute-long scolding, talking about how reckless it was of you to get into a fight, how worried she was, etc.

It ended with her in tears as she gave you a tight hug to soothe herself, begging you not to do it again

Just tell her next time, alright?

She'll give the bullies the scolding of their lives

She's also shocked that you took very little damage from the fight, but all she cares about is that you don't do it again

Mikan Tsumiki

Oh, no way in hell were you telling her what was going on

She didn't want her little bro to get picked on like she was, so you knew she'd bawl her eyes out if she found out

And you didn't want that, so you kept your mouth shut

So you continued to suffer in silence, and your sister noticed something was wrong, and she grew even more worried as you kept it to yourself

Then this kid insulted your sister, and all hell broke loose

They could barely even react as you leapt on top of them and pounded their ass into the ground

A quick and easy victory

You didn't get out totally unscathed, but you were way more fortunate than the kid you beat up

You knew your sister would freak out, so you walked right past her and went to your room

Okay, now something was wrong for sure

She finally went up to you and confronted you, and you had to show her your "battle scars" and explain how you got them

Just as you expected, she started bawling her eyes out as she pulled you into her arms

Not just because you got into a fight, but because her precious baby bro was getting picked on in the first place

And on top of that, you didn't even tell her what was going on

It's a triple whammy

After that, she patched up your scrapes and gave you a mild scolding while making you promise not to do it again

She doesn't check social media much, but when she did, she was in for a big surprise

She couldn't even watch the full video, even though you didn't get hurt much

Chiaki Nanami

This stuff sort of just goes over her head, honestly

If you don't tell her, she'll never figure it out

She does notice when something's wrong, and she checks in on you every day, but it's pretty easy to get her to drop it

Up until the day this kid you had issues with called your sister a lazy gamer girl, and the two of you basically went all Mortal Kombat in the hallway

Fatalities and all, 'cause you barely even got hurt, but this kid got owned

You left as quickly as possible, just keeping your headphones on and not looking at your sister as you went back home

She was playing video games on the couch, so you could just walk behind the couch without her noticing you

Until she got a notification on her phone, which happened to be the video someone got of you brutalizing your rival

She just watched the video intently, both shocked and impressed

It looked like it was straight out of a fighting game

After that, she went up to your room and calmly greeted you

"Hey, hey. Are you okay?"

She's not saying what you did was good, but she is proud that you stood up for yourself

But she also pouted at you and made you promise not to do it again before inviting you to play video games with her

She also complimented your moves, and she might watch the video again later

[amber-tortoiseshell]

we always joked about how massive our gal’s baby daddy must've been, but we've never come to a consensus on what color he could've been to throw these colors out of a (assumed classic?) tabby mom. I was curious if you had any insight? just as a thought experiment if you'd like to, no pressure if not! :>

we took mom (Abbey) and two of her four kittens (Emmie, Zoe) home, so I only have one picture of the newborn potatoes and another of a kitten sibling.

Abbey: (I never realized until now just how few pictures I had of any of them that are like. just standing and from the side.)

tabby (black/brown/white) with thick black down the spine and topline of her tail, thick striping, good sized chunk of white in the neck and chest. short, slick agouti fur

Emmie:

grey and white, solid colors/no striping. very thick, short-medium fur. also dense as a bowling ball lmao.

Zoe:

black and white, solid colors. short fur, black could look brown in certain lighting and might(???) have been a very light striping on the wrists between super dark brown and black, but hard to tell due to health. she had super bad allergies and repeatedly gnawed her fur off of her legs and belly despite having monthly vet visits and many expensive increasingly niche/novel foods for years - she was otherwise healthy, figured the mangey look needed an explanation ;-;

Siblings:

one solid blueish(?) grey (male) and one grey striped medium-length fur (female) iirc

eternal thanks for any info you'd care to give, otherwise enjoy the cat pics :p

Hello! Yes thank you, I love these kind of exercises 😸

So! You're right about Abbey, she's a black classic tabby with white. (I think i'd call this level of white bicolor, but honestly that's pretty irrelevant.)

Emmie is blue with white, Zoe (seems like this is the day of Zoes) is black with white. (If you hadn't mentioned her fur issues, i'd maybe guess smoke, but in this case it's probably just the effect of the thinner coat.) The faint striping and the brown shades are pretty normal for black cats.

Siblings: solid blue and black or blue tabby. Did both of them have white too?

So what can we say about the parents? They both carry solid and dilution. (Blue is diluted black.) Tabby patterns are unknown. White spotting is undeterminable, with this level homozygotes and heterozygotes are equally possible. The father can have any white spotting from no white to the highest van you've ever seen, or even full white. The female kits are black-based, so the father was black too.

Mother: Aa C_ Dd ii mcmc oo spsp titi ws_

Father: _a __ _d _i __ o- __ __ __

That's unfortunately not much information about the father, sorry. He could have been a black or a blue tabby, or solid black or blue, with or without white.

[salon-maiden-anabel]

the more i think about your mom lucy hc, the more i really adore it. if you don't mind me asking questions about it, what's her general dynamic with kieran & carmine? is she a single mom? how does dahlia fit into the picture?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO MY BRAINS BEEN. TRYING . the thoughts are disconnected but by god there are thoughts everything below the readmore

But! Hi hello welcome to Oh lord this family needs therapy and counselling . ! Honestly I have been going into everything with the idea of her being a single mom w/ them! It;s very much a situation of like.... Parent that works away from home constantly, so the relationship is just unfortunately naturally more strained kinda thing .

With all this i go with like.... The idea that they were very much born in Hoenn and lived there with Lucy until Carmine was approximately 9 or so, and Kieran was 7 [I do like to imagine they're 16 and 14 respectively as of the dlcs]. Work being so remote and stuff plus worrying about their education and all just led to living with their grandparents in Kitakami being the best decision for their development as yknow, People. I like to imagine Lucy visits periodically throughout the year and such to check in :> just takes a bit of coordinating. Also shes absolutely the reason they're able to go to blueberry for highschool via both making sure they Can go there financially and putting a word in to a battle focused school of them being kids of a facility head :p even if realistically Lucy isnt the strongest head by any means lol . it's kinda like if an E4 member put a good word in situation. And we can see with Lacey and Drayton both going there... gestures. I wouldnt be surprised if more children of different league figures go to it or schools LIKE it. But thats besides the point Lucy absolutely like, struggles with her emotions and such. Even from the small bits of dialogue we have from her? Maybe its just my autistic ass reading too much into it LMAO but . gestures .

i feel like if this werent a kids game she'd just tell you to fuck off to your face here

sorry just more quick looking too much into dialogue but. cmon. CMON. ...She's . definitely influenced how carmine and kieran act at least somewhat .

Carmine might be the easiest to point a finger to as being like her mom but i genuinely think that it;s actually Kieran who ended up the most Like her, yknow it;s incredibly obvious to point a finger at Kieran during indigo disk and how he talks as being her fault a little bit :p anyways thats just me vaguely mumbling abt that. AS FOR. DYNAMICS. Kieran isnt as close to his mom as Carmine is just due to everything with living with their grandparents. Theres also absolutely like.... Very much a gap because he stopped seeing her as much when he was younger, while Carmine was only a year off of being like. Legally start being a pokemon trainer age. And its just Awkward, relation wise, just because of how little she actually sees them through the years, especially when the discussion would slowly shift to more "How are your studies?" "How are you doing in school?" "How is your pokemon training going?" once they start going to blueberry. Which i don't think was ment to come off as uncaring for them and only focusing on training as it did from Lucy's end, but I dont really think she knew what else to ask and all, because she stopped being able to really pick up on their interests as much as they got older. Plus thats just kinda How she talks... With the importance on strength and luck n all that. Then with all this I imagine she like. Probably only called once maybe twice between the dlc plots n all? And once again with just mainly the training questions it was just a sour spot. I wouldn't doubt Kieran would also struggle with not wanting to be in a shadow/the nepo baby accusations /j that I fully think if Drayton knows about he'd tease him and Carmine about. So like. All that with the instilled importance of ones strength :sob: Lucy you were not helping the Kieran situation. Hell I don't really think she would of even known about anything going down between Kitakami to Blueberry with Kieran just because neither of them wanted to tell her at all? Because again just that Awkward connection between them, just the permanent fog on all communication that feels like someone said something wrong at all times and it got too awkward to finish. IDK I think im waffling on I don't know how to formulate my thoughts the best LMFAO BUT I THINK... DYNAMICS WOULD CHANGE POST-MOCHI MAYHEM ESP. Bc i KNOW she'd find out after carmine and kieran nearly fucking DIE in the underdepths and everything hits her in the back of her head at once that she needs to repair what she can w/ them because she almost lost them. Probably means taking an extended leave from working at the Pike so she doesn't have to worry about scheduling to see them in person for only a short period of time. Especially if the times line up for them having any extended break from school . It's never going to be perfect, far from it, with their dynamics and all but. gestures. Briar needs to sleep with one eye open for a bit at least. in short

AS FOR. DAHLIA im in turbo hell because I can not see? the siblings ending up like they did if she was also around? Shes such a force of positivity as a person im just. blinks a bit. Im in hell bc i adore the ship as my big rarepair ill die on a hill for but nobody expected the kitakami siblings especially not me so . i think if they ever do get together it'd be somewhere nearer to scarvio era which just. yeah. see image below

[berlinini]

some Thoughts about the 02 show (while the days of ltwt show recaps the length of essays are gone, I thought I'd share some stuff)(this of course got kinda long anyways, I am nothing but predictable!)

first of all it's so interesting to go online after a show and "consume" the show through different perspectives... I was in the pit close to the sound booth and could see a tiny Louis like tunnel vision (and not even always - I had to look at the screens a lot more than any previous shows). I had never been to such a big venue and it felt like the arenas I'd be previously - it's so hard to gage. Anyways when I saw Louis' IG post I realized how far I was and seeing pictures and videos of the venue - I truly hadn't realized the sheer number of people. Also the lights project from our POV seemed to have bombed but seeing the videos, it did create the intended effect. Also I was so far that I had to ask the gc for the color of the pants (#purple #slay) and only in the encore, when there was a camera on Louis' entire body, did I notice the shoes (unfortunately my eyes deceived me into thinking they were Nike). I missed all the little quirky faces and interactions that I now see in gifs. HOWEVER I did not miss the several times Louis teared up including during Chicago and during his speeches and I tell you my heart was bursting. I love that he talked a bit more than usual - I think he said something like "I can't put into words... well let me try" and he said everything so perfectly! The reference to his dreams and the "we" - I just listened to him and thought how much I love him. His special thanks to his band was super sweet.

setlist: HOTH safe! If I hadn't known DMD was back on the setlist I wouldn't have recognized it. No 7 :( I tolerate Angels Fly but tbh I don't understand how it's there and not like Headline or Always You or FEARLESS. High in Cali was hilarious because you could tell weed isn't legal in the UK lmao - the vibe was so different than back home. 505 still so good and now I can sing every single lyrics but in a very oh poor me, the show ruined my 5 x 505 streak this year since it's now 6. But 505 Laval you'll always be #1 in my Heart <3. We Made It is still the It Girl and Silver Tongues... I doubt a closer will ever come this close (hehe) to how fucking epic it is. Tbh I could hardly tell when the string section was playing but I'm glad I had a show with strings! Me still in LTWT mode wondering why the pyro didn't go off during Walls only to be told there hasn't been any for this tour ouuuups. The Megamix SLAYS so hard and the special effects were SO cool! I did miss the classic rainbow lights for SIBWAWC cuz the lasers didn't reflect on the crowd as nicely but the clouds and at the beginning of ATT were beautiful.

Talking about lasers I was eyeing this guy in the soundbooth that I'd never see before and was clowning about him being there for the LIVE ALBUM RECORDING. I even took notes to figure out later where he works (spare a thought for tumblr user bbrox who has to put up with my insanity). ONLY to figure out 1 hour later that the guy was the special lasers guy as made so obvious by the fact he packed up his stuff after Saturdays in a box that said "laser fx triangle C" lololol. Sometimes I think it's good to clown for nothing - be humbled!

I saw most of the crew in the soundbooth - the person I was with was trying to spot the Tomlinsons while I was looking for Oli and K and was mentally putting a check on names for the sound and lights guys - priorities! (Blaming Red Rocks for having us go down the rabbit hole of every single member of the crew)

Oh yeah the KMM lights! It was kinda spontaneous? He had a little shy smile like he was telling himself 'look at this lot' and it was soooo adorable. I'm glad I got to be a part of it <3 Which pretty much summarizes this whole show - witnessing a moment in history.

Finally - TANK TOP LOUIS WITH MY OWN 2 EYES!!!!!! And what a tank top!!! #blessed #cantspellslutwithoutlt

Everyone's been saying being a louie is for life and that just keep getting stronger and stronger everytime I get to see him perform! Can't wait for future shows!!!

[narwhalandchill]

okay so. skirk thoughts

first of all: as much as her design is still just kind of an ehhh compared to what couldve been, i do think it looks so much better in the actual game. the sfx in her arms and legs in particular helps a Lot imo. still not a massive fan but given i already loved the hair+eyes as well as the general color scheme, im warming up to it. still unfortunate we didnt get something more ambitious but i can live with this lmao

personality wise i actually really love how they went about her? its a little unexpected but skirk really has that abyss autism rizz to her JSJSIDISGFK love it. like this really isnt someone used to any manner of regular human interactions and it shows. i really like how blunt and utterly unfazed she is even when dropping some insane lore bombs bc theyre just peanuts to her. shes just completely unlike any character from any faction weve encountered before and i rly love the energy they gave her

i also found her little ramble about the value of life and death pretty interesting. it almost makes it sound like she considers herself dead in some way? with how she talks about there being no point in holding onto the bonds and remains of dead things and how this personal philosophy of hers is why she never comes to the surface anymore. like huh. whats up with that.

it also really reminds me of how an underappreciated aspect of childes characterization imo is how like. Incredibly insistent he is on staying alive being the most valuable thing? like this comes up Repeatedly in his voicelines. and now we have skirk literally talking about how to live is in itself a blessing. like i am Not buying this being coincidental at all. so unless they physically disprove me in this somehow down the line im taking this as 100% proof that childes high regard for life is Directly imparted to him through skirks teachings. and thats really interesting to think about.

and like. overall im quite happy with this glimpse of her character we have? i have bigger issues with the overall handling of the childe+narwhal+skirk segment of the AQ but those are narrative problems. skirk really stands out as a character and shes just. really fascinating AND funny as fuck in her nonchalance like. what an icon.

the only real unfortunate thing w her appearence specifically i think just has to do with the way her manner of speech and position as a narrator of dubious reliability to an extent is already leading to some. Quite unfortunate misreadings and/or taking the implications of her statements too far at face value. and i just know fandom will latch onto those forever 😭

(& jic i dont mean dubious reliability in the traditional unreliable narrator or like. lying or sth sense. just that her worldview is so alien and foreign to us that it should be taken into careful account before just blindly running off with any particular thing she claims)

like. firstly. the narwhal. ppl really dont seem to be catching onto how skirks perception of it as just a scuffed pet thats a hassle to manage isnt like. actually reflective of what a massive deal of an entity it is (read the boss fight quest item drop lore i am begging. or just wait for me to start narwhalposting JAJSKDK its coming 100%) 💀💀 what it DOES reflect more than anything is what an absolute maniac surtalogi (+ skirk by extension) has to be in order to claim a creature of this magnitude as a PET of all things. its also good to note that skirk herself readily admits both her highly unconventional view on most things AND that her master wont necessarily share any and all information with her - more so what he thinks is pertinent for her to know. her assessment of the narwhal as a nuisance of a task for a disciple isnt really reflective of the ultimate big picture HSJDKDKSK though it is very funny i have to admit.

im just preemptively annoyed and frustrated by it already bc its highkey giving azhdaha all over again where 99% of fandom just dismissed his deeper lore bc they took the storytellers claims of zhongli creating him at complete face value. like to the point hoyo had to literally add a whole segment at the end of the chasm interlude where zhongli more or less directly wink wink nod nods that a career entertainer isnt giving you the most accurate lore on this stuff 😭😭 like please. ive had the tears from among the stars lore fucking HAUNTING me ever since i first read it. its not just a silly pet whale im hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and secondly. people really jumping the gun on "haha skirk thinks childe weak" when she was... quite literally speaking in past tense JSJSKDKSISKDK thats ajax 14 not the current state of things. while i do agree skirks power level is still way above his to the point i absolutely do think she considers him weak from her standpoint & ways off from his true potential, id also just.... like to point out that she pretty much confirms that her view of his competence has very much changed too? like please yall

skirk, who in all the years post ajax' 3 day abyss trip made NO effort to contact or keep up with him whatsoever and stated that her disciple wasnt worth even speaking to in the past has now LITERALLY voiced the intent to assign him the task of being a messenger between herself (possibly even surtalogi) and neuvillette. and she has made it VERY clear that she views the communication between herself and neuvillette (and traveler too) as one between equals?

this isnt her assigning childe some irrelevant side quest to keep him busy but actually utilizing him for a task she takes at least relatively seriously. like wdym she still considers him the exact same as before 😭😭😭😭 like obviously childes far off from being regarded as anywhere near an equal by skirk bc SHES just that insanely powerful but seriously. to me this is as clear an acknowledgement of his growth on her part as we will get JSJSKDKFKSKDKJ

but alas. everyone loves a "ha ha childe so weak XDDDD" like they just never wanna let that one go. Man

anyway still rly like skirk!!! all im Really hoping for in the future Especially w how i feel the 4.2 narrative while overall brilliant really sidelined and mishandled the potential and gravity of the narwhal side of things is that like. PLEASE let the interlude be the continuation to this 3rd descender n skirk n childe abyss situation i am so fucking tired of khaenri'ah and the abyss order im sorry lmao

also itll be like 4 years before we ever see her in Real action as a combatant but i am already So hype to see that. especially since her powers are so abyssal and alien in nature like thats going to be So gourmet i just know it.

[leqclerc]

The entire picture around sainz amazes me. Like how you're going to rate him so high, how you're going to compare him against charles when he has one good race every 8 f1 weekends, how you going to call him better than Hamilton, how you going to say he's the best driver on the grid after max and then turn around and ask "is carlos sainz underrated"

Exactly. It's so funny imo for the media to be like "is CS underrated?" and make his ex/current teammate answer that question (which, like, wtf else are they going to say, they're hardly going to start beef in a press conference with him sitting right there lmao.) If anything he's overrated. As you said, he can be completely anonymous for multiple races in a row but one good weekend and he's suddenly better than Charles and basically on par with Max and should get the Red Bull seat. Not to mention Ferrari must be regretting "getting rid of the wrong driver." Okay? 🤨

Even at his lowest I think he gets a lot of grace. Outside the pool of British drivers he's basically the British pundit/journos golden child; the likes of Lawrence Barretto and Damon Hill consistently prop him up and add to this narrative of him being the "worthier" Ferrari driver, the faster one, the one with more prowess and exemplary leadership skills. Also the "consummate professional and dedicated team player." Yeah, until he starts binning planned strategies or impeding his teammate. 😑

The disappointing thing is, this is and will likely continue to be the mainstream narrative as long as these weekends happen. It's something I've noticed among "casuals" as well — unless you are deeply invested in the Ferrari ecosystem and constantly and closely following the developments, the interviews, the drivers' team radios, etc, the perception is basically: Even when Charles qualifies on pole he loses out to Max, sometimes even in the early laps of the race, and then can't manage to regain the lead, ergo he is ineffective; Carlos, meanwhile, "gets the job done" and, well, wins, ergo he is effective, Ferrari's sole hero, etc.

Obviously there's lots of factors that influence a race weekend or result. Hell, things might have looked different if Ferrari hadn't implemented team orders pretty much as soon as Max was out of the picture. We know this. But a lot of people don't, either through plain ignorance, or because they willingly dismiss the context in favour of the face value results, and the face value results say Carlos is the only non-RB race winner in the past year. And unfortunately the only way for this narrative to change is for Charles to, well, win. (I know we're only three races in and by all accounts Ferrari seem better equipped to challenge Red Bull this year than last year, so he may get a few opportunities to do so, but yeah. Carlos has been undoubtedly very lucky to always be in the right place at the right time to take advantage of the rare Red Bull mishap, and Charles needs to make sure he's putting himself in that position too, especially if the car is struggling in dirty air. Figures that the one time he broke his front row streak Max would have reliability issues 😭)

Also imo the hype is magnified by the fact that he's the someone other than Max that people desperately want to see winning. So much so that the "how" doesn't even matter anymore. The race was objectively boring but a lot of people are hyping it up and artificially bumping up the enjoyment meter just because the end result was a non-Max win. So he's got that on his side as well. But for me, I think how the race is won matters as well. Both times he took advantage of Max/Red Bull having a rare off day. Which, fine, this sport is about luck and capitalizing on these opportunities when they present themselves, I get that. But the real breakthrough will come when Ferrari is able to keep up with and beat Red Bull in the race on merit, not because they just got lucky. The closest we got to that so far is Vegas. If they can do that this year then we can start saying that Red Bull's got serious competition. Making thinkpieces out of hypotheticals because Max had a debilitating, race-ending issue with his car is not it.

[kunizz]

○ # - ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ/ꜱ: 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱.

○ # - ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

○ # - ᴛʏᴘᴇ: 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

Ayato has a soothing and euphoric way of giving affection. I imagine he picked up that trait from his mother when he was young.

He won't have time to spend with his child, considering the fact he is the head of the Kamisato Clan and his schedule is occupied with the importance of his vicinity.

It's mainly Ayaka, Thoma, or some trusted assistants taking care of his child. Man's so busy 😒

When he does have any free time, he will undoubtedly spend it with his child. I can already picture Ayato attempting to find time for his child, but as you know, new events always seem to interfere and wreck plans.

Takes long walks with his child around Narukami Shrine, I can picture his child on his shoulders 😍

Ayato is erudite about taking care of children since he's the one who took care of Ayaka at a young age.

Ayato has vowed to ensure that his child receive all the care they require because he has never experienced what is commonly referred to as "parental love."

He doesn't exactly spoil his child. He makes sure they have what they need. He doesn't buy anything that isn't necessary for them.

He has little, cute doggos bought especially for accompanying his child and playing with them. He's even tamed them to protect and guard his child (≧∇≦)ﾉ

One thing Ayato is strict about is respect and politeness, he always teaches them on how to be respectful to the elderly and the maids at home.

Eeek! Ayato usually buys presents for his child, so when he gets home, don't be surprised to hear plenty of laughter.

Ayato is naturally a protective person, so I'm pretty sure he's very protective over his child. He trusts only Ayaka and Thoma with them.

He knows how to cook, so if his child is craving something, Ayato just skips work to make it for them. 🧍‍♀️

Ayato starts teaching his child how to fight when they are older, around 15 or 14. He favors raising kids in a childlike environment.

He has little matches of chess with his child. Of course he won't spare them and he'll just win. LMAO

Ayato doesn't help sneak candy, unfortunately : (

"I don't think candy is good for your teeth, kiddo."

Whenever he's stressed, he just has to do two steps. Reach for his drawer and pull a frame out, a frame containing his child, and in the middle, you.

Staring at that frame relieves his stress, making it feel like nothing was ever going to bother him again.

The amount of gratitude he holds for you is never-ending. He felt like he had a purpose when you came into his life, carried him his child. What else could he ask for?

"I love you so much, my dove."