#he always half-expects someone to try a surprise attack

[rottiens]

⊹ ˚. RYŌMEN SUKUNA┊ "Not on my legs." He clarifies. "On my stomach." You ignore the flutter that lands on your belly and force yourself to concentrate on keeping your legs steady.

𖤐 about. being taken away from your village, you have to try to live and survive on your own with the king of curses.

𖤐 cw. mdni. true form sukuna x afab!reader, dubcon (since the reader is forced to be a servant), you ride the mouth on his tummy, choking kink, sadistic sukuna if you squint, dirty talk, overstim, oral ( m -> f ), set in the heian era. divider creds: cafekitsune.

Sukuna is not familiar with giving up power, though it is not surprising, after all a man who has achieved so much power to the point of being revered as a god would not expect anything different. He is not used to being commanded, though not many have tried it and lived to tell the tale anyway, yet when you told him you wanted to do it tonight, without his help (you trying to prepare yourself, stretching yourself before taking it), fiery flames charged with lust and pride covered his devilish eyes, turning them a darker red than you are used to.

Drunk with control, Sukuna is always the one who dictates when and how things happen, ordering around those who serve him, as his word is the word of a king. He doesn't remember the last time someone addressed him with such arrogance and pride in their mouth, he should punish you for speaking before he allows you to but tonight he is feeling benevolent.

"Come here." His husky voice gave off hunger and poured over your limbs like honey. The purr in his timbre brought life to your muscles which tensed and contracted with anticipation.

You rose from the floor where you lay on your stomach with your forehead pressed to the ground in submission, and walked silently to where he is. His chambers are covered by a veil of absolute silence that is interrupted from time to time by barely audible vibrations coming from sukuna who lets them out every time he exhales through his nose, something very similar to the purring of a beast.

Filled with insecurity, you get ready to climb into his lap when you are close enough and it is only at that moment when he speaks again, freezing you on the spot.

"Not on my legs." He clarifies. "On my stomach." You ignore the flutter that lands on your belly and force yourself to concentrate on keeping your legs steady.

You take a long look at his figure and end up on his stomach, where you were ordered to sit. To describe sukuna as big is an adjective that would be too small for him, the houses in your village are big, the horses are big, sukuna… was huge. A monster, was what they called it in your village and even that word might not be enough to describe the creature that stood before you.

His four arms are a wonder to behold face to face, especially up close. Two hold him on his elbows gracefully, semi reclining on the futon where he expands his body further to give you the space you need to climb to his belly; while the other two…there is one holding his jaw and another resting above his hips.

Just like his arms, he possessed four pairs of eyes that don't let a single detail escape; all of these were set on you, you could feel them moving on you, there was no way to escape from him.

And finally, in his belly there was a mouth capable of tearing off the lower half of your body with one bite if he set his mind to it.

For how exposed he was, vulnerable even (bare belly and exposed chest, his arms in a resting position), sukuna was very relaxed and which makes you wonder if perhaps he doesn't think you brave or foolish enough to try to attack him, although it's not the right time or place, you couldn't do much if you were to hurt him sufficiently to try to escape, not with his subjects scattered all over the temple at least. Before you could get to the door his servants would have you imprisoned in one of the cold, dark rooms you've already been in.

Clearly impatient, thanks to being too occupied by your mental wanderings, the hand that lay on his hips gently pushes you into the position he ordered you to. You take a quick glance at your new seat, you find yourself just above the curved line of a smile on his lower abdomen. You look up to observe him, rather than relaxed he is now uneasy, concern is marked on your face as you recheck the mouth on his stomach closed in a tight line.

The posture is awkward thanks to the width of his body, your thighs are stretched to the max and your feet dangle from his body like an uncomfortable horse ride.

The imposing mouth suddenly opens suddenly revealing a thick and grotesque tongue and gives you a quick lick immediately wetting your crotch, the moan of surprise that escapes you makes the pair of cocks tremble under the piece of cloth that holds them captive.

Sukuna licks you again slower this time, taking his time to savor your taste. A murmur of approval makes the mouth on your stomach vibrate along with the purring that seems to increase and you hear clearly now that you are close to him. Then you realize it wasn't some noise he was making or your imagination, it was the natural purr coming from a predator and the contrast terrifies you since it sounds as soft as a lullaby.

"Give me more of that sweet taste." You clench. Your eyes, your thighs, your cunt.

The intruding tongue seems to be all over your slit at the same time, it's feather soft yet has just enough pressure to have you sobbing and dripping from how accurate its lashes are.

Soon you feel unsteady, dizzy, you try to grab hold of something firm but there is one of his hands imprisoning your wrists in your lower back and another firmly squeezes your neck making you unable to escape. "You're not going anywhere, little one," sukuna growls.

The soft muscle, coated with an excess of saliva completely covers your pussy in sweet ecstasy, you feel its edges even wet your trembling thighs, the sensation is crushing. Your whole body is charged with a strange static after the intruder moves imitating a wave, attacking your aching clit, squeezing your pussy lips and spilling your arousal into the monstrous mouth that licks and licks and then swallows.

"I want you to ride it." Four fingers pinch your nipples at the same time. "Ride my tongue, you said you wanted to get ready but I do not see you doing anything but being lazy on me," he reminds you, in that teasing tone that could make you cum right then and there.

It's too much. You want to let him know, your cheeks are about to boil and you don't know how much you can hold back the tears. The sensation of pleasure was overwhelming, the line between pleasure and too much of it causing pain was very thin. You wanted to run away, to ask him that you needed to rest at least for a moment but you know what that could cause.

"I do not want to repeat it, woman."

You don't seek to anger him because his punishments are far worse, so you find the last shred of willpower in you and rotate your hips in weak circles along with a broken gasp. He grunts in response.

You're close. Very, very close. The grip on your wrists increases and you slurp through your nose. You rub it desperately up and down, grinding your sensitive clit in the process, you do small bounces on the fully hanging tongue that reveal sticky clicks that expose how wet you are, your own juices mixed with his saliva spilling down the length of your legs and soaking his hips.

"Cum for me." He commands firmly, manifesting small mouths on his hands that are tasked with torturing your tits, sucking and biting your nipples mercilessly as he delights in watching you squirm under his touch.

"Sukuna!" His name feels sweet on the roof of your mouth and rumbles between the walls of his chamber as your movements descend to gradually fade away.

Then you hear a chuckle, the mouth you just rode, a grotesque cackle that bristles your skin and makes you moan at how sensitive you are as it gives you one last lick and then disappears completely into the cavity, showing you just as it did at first a tight line that could pass as a scar if you weren't paying attention.

Abruptly, his fingers dig into your cheekbones, sinking your cheeks so that your lips can pout adorably. His purr is much louder and harder now.

"If you want to make your king proud you will have to do more than that." Your eyes snap open. "You're ready to take my cocks at the same time, I promise I'm going to use that body of yours tonight until you pass out."

This is a repost! <3

#wr #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna smut #true form sukuna x reader #cw dubcon #cw dark content #cw choking

[berrydoodleoo]

the king’s hand (defier of destiny)

#ffxv #ignis scientia #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #it's casual day in the citadel training room #i wanted to capture iggy twirling his knife and listening to the recruits getting owned #he always half-expects someone to try a surprise attack #because he has no idea how unaccountably dangerous he looks #prophecy painting in the background in case you've forgotten who defied the gods and ensured that noct would live #also ps i worked SO HARD on his scars i hope they don't look terrible #and yes that is a wedding ring #you'll see gladio's matching version soon #i think is sweater is from a rip from one of the yakuza games heavily retextured by me #watch too #everything else is from the game #my art

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt3/5

Read from the beginning | Ao3 link

Robin's rant leaves an ear-shattering silence behind. Eddie shakes his head, like he can get the fog out of his brain in the same way a dog gets water out of its fur. It doesn't really help as well as he was hoping, though.

He slowly walks out of the backroom and into the garage. He's the only one there this morning and he makes his way to the old boombox in the corner, where he pushes one of his favorite cassettes – Seventh Star by Black Sabbath – in the player and cranks the volume dial up all the way to the right.

It's a quiet morning, with no customers waltzing in and barely any phone calls. Eddie is glad to be alone and have some time to come back to himself. The music attacking his eardrums, in combination with the familiar movements of cleaning up the garage, helps him organize his thoughts. He keeps replaying everything that happened since Steve showed up at the trailer yesterday night in his mind’s eye, trying to make sense of it all.

When Steve asked him out last month, Eddie hadn't seen any reason to say no, even though he didn't fully trust him. Surely they could have some fun together. As long as he'd make sure to properly guard his heart, Steve wouldn't be able to hurt him anyway.

But it soon got tricky: Steve turned out to be better company than Eddie had expected. The time they spent together wasn't solely about their bodies, like Eddie had expected of someone like Steve Harrington. No, Steve took him out on all kinds of original dates, he actually seemed to listen when Eddie was rambling about random nerd shit, and he always treated Eddie with respect. By the time a month had passed, Eddie was getting worried about the way his stomach started doing cartwheels every time he saw Steve. And when Steve surprised him with flowers last night – something nobody had ever done for Eddie before – he got the confirmation that Steve had been playing the exact game Eddie had wanted to avoid all along.

He had been sure of it: all Steve wanted was to know that he could have anyone he wanted, that even the Freak of Hawkins High would fall for his charms. And he'd walk away as soon as Eddie would try to turn them into something more. And all Eddie knew, as soon as he saw the flowers in Steve's hand, was that he had to keep him at a distance or he would actually fall in love in a way that he would possibly never be able to come back from.

In stark contrast to those memories, his conversation with Robin is still ringing in his ears, no matter how loud Danger Zone is blaring through the garage. Her voice keeps drowning out the music, telling Eddie on a loop how he is the one who has been playing a cruel game all along.

Steve is in love with him. Steve thought they were in a real, proper, actual Relationship with a capital R. And he, Eddie Munson, king of blind loser rats with bricks for brains, broke Steve's heart because he thought Steve was breaking Eddie's. Because he couldn't see past the high school stereotypes that apparently everyone around him had already long grown out of.

A nauseating cocktail of guilt, shame and repentance is brewing inside of him. He needs to get out of here. He needs someone to talk to; a voice of reason, someone to tell him what to do, someone to let him know if it will even be possible to fix this at all. Someone like Jeff.

But unfortunately Jeff also has a life of his own and he was just leaving for his shift at the RadioShack when Eddie called him in the morning, so Eddie concludes he'll have to settle for the one person he knows that is most like Jeff: Jeff's mom, who he knows is currently at home baking her famous chocolate pie.

He calls Richie to tell him there's a family emergency. Against all odds, luck is on his side this time: Richie appears at the shop to take over within half an hour and Eddie leaves the garage with screeching tires. He rings Jeff's doorbell like his life depends on it and when it finally opens he's looking into the familiar smiling face of Aunt Pauline.

She's not actually he's aunt, of course, but that's what Eddie has been calling her ever since he first met her. It was back when the word Aunt only meant the female version of Uncle, and the word Uncle meant nothing more to Eddie than someone taking care of you when your parents wouldn't. If Wayne is the father he never knew he needed, Aunt Pauline is the mother he desperately missed.

'Who's dying this time?' Aunt Pauline asks. It's a joke between the two of them that goes back ages, stemming from Eddie's tendency to ring her doorbell like a maniac every time he would show up at Jeff's house. Jeff's place was the first real house with a real doorbell that Eddie visited, and while his fascination with doorbells has faded over the years, his bond with Jeff's mother has only grown stronger.

'I am,' Eddie answers dramatically, stabbing himself in the heart with his hands.

Aunt Pauline chuckles as she steps aside to let Eddie in.

'Jeff's at work,' she tells him. 'But I'm glad you stopped by. He told me to save some pieces of my chocolate pie for you. Everything alright?'

'I have a question for you,' Eddie tells her urgently.

She raises hands covered in flour at him. 'I was kind of in the middle of something,' she tells him. 'But if you help me with my pie, you can ask me anything, how does that sound?'

'Hm...' Eddie pretends to think it over for a second. 'Okay, deal. But I get to eat as much dough as I want.'

'As long as you spare some for me, you can do whatever you want, kid,' Aunt Pauline says over her shoulder while she disappears into the kitchen.

Eddie quickly trails after her. 

'Do you remember how I always said I wanted to marry you when I was younger?' he asks.

'How could I ever forget, Eddie?' She looks at him with a fond smile while she shoves a bowl his way. 'Here, knead this while I melt the chocolate.'

Eddie takes off his rings, one by one, and proceeds to wash his hands. 

‘I wanted to marry you because you were basically perfect, you know? You always have been, for as long as I remember.'

Aunt Pauline huffs.

'What were you like in high school?' Eddie asks when his hands are covered in flour and sticky with butter.

'Huh.' She pauses, takes a moment to think before she lights the fire underneath a pan with a bowl filled with chocolate on top of it.

'I was...' She chuckles. 'I was very different from you and Jeff, that's for sure. I was on the cheerleading team.'

Eddie gasps dramatically. 'You weren't!'

'Oh, yes, I was. Got the pictures to prove it if you don't believe me.'

'No need to traumatize me with that, but thanks.'

'Hey, I looked good in that uniform!'

'Don't make me think about it.' He shakes his head, getting serious again. 'Did you do anything you regret?' he asks her.

Aunt Pauline laughs. 'Good thing Jeff isn't here,' she says with a wink. 'Of course I did. Who didn't, in high school?'

'No, I don't mean, like, dumb shit,' Eddie clarifies. 'More like... Mean shit.'

Her mischievous smile morphs into something more melancholy. 'Dumb shit, mean shit... I did it all,' she says. 'No one was perfect in high school.' That signature twinkle returns to her eyes when she adds in a teasing tone, 'Except for you, of course.'

Eddie snorts. 'So when exactly did you turn into this perfect human being?' he asks her.

'You know damn well I ain't perfect, boy,' she says, shaking her head. 'But let me give you the boring answer: growing up certainly helped.'

Her answer sinks through Eddie's ear canal towards his stomach, where it settles uneasily among the guilt and shame that were already there.

'Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?' Aunt Pauline asks him after the kitchen has been filled with silence for a while, only disturbed by the sounds of a Tina Turner record playing in the living room.

'I think I made a terrible mistake,' Eddie quietly confesses. He doesn't look at her, but instead stares at the sticky dough between his fingers. He suddenly feels like a little boy again.

'What did you do?'

'I broke someone's heart,' he says. 'Because I didn't believe he could change.’

'Oh, Eddie,' Aunt Pauline says. The way in which she pronounces his name is enough to make him tear up: not angry, not reproachful, not even pitying.

'People always keep changing,' she says. 'No one's personality is set in stone. Especially when you've only just finished high school: there's still so much to explore, so much to discover about yourself and the world. You become more conscious of who you are, and who you want to be, and what you have to do to become a better version of yourself. You can't go through life putting labels on people and never taking them off again.'

'Guess I learned that lesson exactly one day too late,' he states with a sigh.

'Hey now, listen to me, Eddie,' Aunt Pauline says. 'You will always keep changing, too. So you can take this lesson, whether it's one day too late or half a lifetime, and use it to fix your mistakes. And if that boy you're talking about has enough experience with learning from mistakes, he'll know exactly how important it is to be forgiving.'

Next part

Okay, ngl, this was definitely one of the more difficult parts to write. I hope that it sufficiently made clear where Eddie is coming from, even though it obviously doesn’t excuse what he did (and I also hope you like the addition of Jeff's mom. Idk why but every time I write about Jeff his mom just materializes. It got out of hand this time. Shout-out to my beloved Liam @withacapitalp and Cass @henderdads for giving her a cool name!) (And credits to @stevesbipanic for picking the album Eddie listens to ily)

And on another note: HOLY SHIT i genuinely cannot believe that so many people were asking to be tagged on this story! I honestly consider it a huge compliment so I’m happy to spend a few seconds adding you to the list, it’s the least I can do for someone who tells me they enjoy my writing. Buuut to make it as manageable as possible: i’d prefer tag requests in the comments and not in the tags when you reblog. I do read all the tags religiously and they all warm my heart, but it’s way easier for me when I can find all the urls in the same place :)

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#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet #in the words of the amazing eleanor shellstrop: pobody's nerfect

[kooksbunnnn]

Lost cause? 3: Who is it really that you're trying to fight?

Previous chapter

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook× Female!Reader

Genre: Established relationship/ marriage, angst, heartbreak, INFIDELITY. Panic attacks (TRIGGER WARNING). Pregnancy (do not read if this content triggers you) also, 18+, This is purely a work of FICTION please take it as FICTION only. Therapy and psychological conversations. Tears, guilt, regret and hope maybe?

Word count: approx 6.5k

Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you. 

Authors note: Hello everybody, thankyou for waiting so patiently, I have a long message so I will put it at the end of the chapter, here is chapter 3, I hope you like it. Enjoy! Hehe~

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"These sunflowers just look happier than the roses, don't you think?" you point at the various vases and bouquets as Jungkook holds your hand listening to your confused queries. 

"But didn't you find the roses pretty the moment you walked in?" He teases you with faux confusion and you stomp your feet like a toddler. "I am not buying both of them, kook." You pull him by his hand and he chuckles. 

You didn't want to buy both of them, they're ridiculously expensive and he won't even let you pay. You tried taking your clutch but he kinda snatched it and shoved it back in your luggage. Although your little playful squabble suddenly turned into a makeout session against the hotel wall, he still successfully hid your wallet. 

"Fine, baby, whatever you want." He pecks your cheeks and pulls back, fixing your scarf around your neck. "I'll get the sunflowers wrapped, you go check the gift shop for that snow globe you saw earlier, okay?" You smile and mutter 'okay', happily walking towards the gift shop with your hands in your coat pockets.

You reach the gift shop and ask for the snow globe along with some fridge magnets and keychains for your friends as souvenirs. Jimin and Hobi love magnets, and it was specifically mentioned in the group texts you got the night before your flight. 

'HAPPY HONEYMOONING, Y/N AND JUNGKOOK!! Bring souvenirs tho, tc♡'

You get all the stuff you want and turn around to look for your husband. He walks towards you with a smile on his face, Oh, that pretty face, the prettiest amongst the flower lanes.

You give him a big smile when he hands you the sunflower bouquet, and your eyes crinkle looking at the yellow flowers. Looking up at him you find him looking at you with hearts in his eyes. You giggle with pink cheeks and turn towards the counter with your face half hidden by the bouquet. 

"How much is it for everything, ma'am?" He asks the cashier when someone comes from inside the flower store and hands Jungkook a bouquet of roses making your eyes widen. 

"Jungkook!" You whisper-yell at your husband and he looks handing his card to the lady. "Yes, baby?" He asks with love filled in his voice, You tilt your head towards the red flowers and he follows your gaze moving his neck dramatically and exclaims, elongating his words, 

"Ohhhhh, the roses?"

You raise an eyebrow biting your inner cheeks, a smile threatening to appear on your face at his cuteness. "I got them for me, You said you don't want them but you know, I loooove red roses, so I got them for myself. The red makes me feel pretty, you know?" He explains with comically wide eyes and a coy smile, shrugging with the red roses in his arms, and you can't help but laugh and hug him. 

He pats your head and kisses your hair, chuckling. The lady hands hands him his card thanking him and gives him the items you both bought in a cloth bag with mountains painted over it.

Heading out of the shop you both hold hands while you walk towards your car. After keeping the stuff in the back seat and handing you both the bouquets, he opens the car door for you but before you get inside he stops you and turns you towards him. 

"I love your laugh, you know? and I love it the most when you laugh because of me." He says with his gaze fixed on your scarf while covering it around your neck carefully. He boops your red nose and you playfully scrunch it making him chuckle. 

"I love you, kook." You say leaning in to kiss him. 

"I love you, too, baby." He smiles against your lips.

------end of flashback------

Your face has a sad smile as your gaze lingers on the newly replaced sunflowers in the vase on your kitchen counter. The memories of the warm winter you spent in Switzerland cuddling with your husband make your heart feel chill and cold. You sip on the herbal tea with bags under your eyes due to the many nights of crying. 

You hear the couch in the lobby rustle and your gaze shifts to your sleeping husband. Yes, he slept on the couch not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way but still being close to your room, since you felt very nauseous the night before. 

Your mom asked him to sleep in the guest room but he preferred sleeping near your room in case you needed something.  

It has been 4 days since you both decided to give your relationship a chance. Since then you have not talked much about anything other than the therapist's recommendations you got from Namjoon, Taehyung and their wives. 

Jin was supposed to return in 2 days from his trip with his wife to her house, his brother-in-law getting engaged. You feel like a lot has happened in the last 5 months and you were so clueless, you felt guilty for not being there for everybody. 

Apparently, Yoongi broke up with his girlfriend after 3 weeks of constant arguments. He seems okay, but you never know how a person actually feels from their face now, do you? You don't know what the arguments were about but you just hope he is fine. 

Hobi's girlfriend just moved in with him, they wanted to hold a get-together but postponed it saying you were not well since you went to the hospital 2 months ago. Somehow you know that is not the reason. You would also prefer not making anyone awkward with all the tension that you've been going through, You suggested them doing it without you but they refused, stating they want everyone there. 

Jungkook has been trying to be silently available and you can notice every one of his efforts, You feel your heart shatter every time you look at him but you try not to cry. You don't succeed. 

This was the decision you made, your doctor and therapist both suggested you start couple therapy, soon. Are you ready? No. But would you run away from your problems? Nope.

You have your first combined session in 4 hours and you feel nauseous already. You haven't talked much to Jungkook in the past four days except for thanking him whenever he helps you with stuff like getting up, switching the fan on if you feel hot suddenly, helping you with covering yourself with the comforter, putting your feet in your slippers and many more things. 

You both finally decided on a therapist that your doctor and Namjoon, both suggested. 

You absolutely feared this, you have no idea what outcome is waiting for you on the other side of the journey you chose. But you have to try, for the baby. Finishing your coffee you straighten up and walk towards the sink.

Suddenly you hear three loud knocks on the door and the mug slips from your hand. 

Hearing the mug hit the floor Jungkook jolts up and comes running towards you, "Hey, you okay?" He inquires holding your hands, speaking groggily, still sleepy. His eyes search you for any burns or injury.

"I am fine. It's okay." He hears you and it's like you both realize at the same moment that he has your hands in his, you both lift your heads at the same time. His eyes are swollen and red, with dark circles and slight stubble. 

Your eyes lock and you feel a weird feeling in your stomach. 

The knocks on the door intensifies while your mom came into the kitchen to take a bottle of water. Your dad and mom are supposed to visit your family doctor for your dad's regular checkup. He has been having fluctuating blood pressure and you feel like its because of you. 

Jungkook opens the door and a grumbling Jimin walks in along with a sheepishly smiling Namjoon holding some paper bags. "Get your door bell checked, I rang it four fucking times- oh shit, g-good morning everyone." Both men stop in their tracks and bow awkwardly greeting you and your mother as she giggles greeting them backward. 

"It's 10 am, Hyung. Why are you guys banging at the door so early?" Jungkook asks rubbing his left eye and you smile looking at their banter. 

You missed this.

Namjoon comes around the kitchen island and gives you a side hug while Jimin and Jungkook just argue about how 10 a.m. is not very early for some people.

"I'll go get ready for your dad's appointment and then come make breakfast until then you kids have juice, I'll be out in 10 mins-" Your mom says while she pats your head but Namjoon interrupts her by telling her they brought some sandwiches you would love according to his wife. 

You wanted to accompany your mother to the doctor's appointment but she insisted you focus on the day that awaits you, Her being the most honest person, she told you that today wouldn't be easy, it would be heart-wrenching. You would feel uneasy and maybe you might feel relief unexpectedly. Don't fight it. If the decision you both have made is something you both want to work on, don't fight your feelings.

"Oh! you brought the tomato and cheese sandwiches, yay!" You say a little too loud the whole room goes silent and you feel too aware of your voice, you gulp, chest deflating and the room getting bigger around you. Your eyes glisten slightly, which namjoon and jungkook notice immediately. Jungkook, notice the way you shrink physically, if that's even possible, after showing a little light on your face. 

It's something inside you, that makes you want to withdraw from anything slightly happy. Guilt? Of smiling? You dont want to think about it. 

"Yes!" Jimin says cheerfully and Namjoon joins him yelling for him to bring the sandwiches to the table. Your mom smiles at the yelling grown men while Jungkook just watches his hyungs trying to cheer you up. You walk up to the table and join them, lifting your head to look at Jungkook. You wanna tell him to join, but suddenly your face heats up and you can't talk. 

He must feel your eyes on him coz he looks at you and your eyes widen when you make eye contact. You can hear the bickering of the two men in the background, You try to speak, and he looks at you with hopeful eyes. hopes that you talk, to make a conversation, anything. 

"Jun-" you start

"Dude, the sandwiches are getting soggy, I already put the mustard, come and eat them," Jimin says and you sigh feeling weird again and you notice how Jungkook's eyes shut for a second before he looks away. 

"I dont like mustard in sandwiches, hyung. Thanks." He starts to walk away towards the guest bathroom with a sigh and you panic. You dont know what happened but you suddenly blurt out, "My sandwich does not have any sauce."

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you with wide eyes. Seeing him turn you look down immediately. "You can t-take this, I'll eat the one with mustard."

The room falls silent again and you feel like you could cry, you wanna run away. Thats what your brain tells you to do, you almost get up already thinking of an excuse to run away but then you see your plates being exchanged. "Thankyou." He mutters looking at you, more like, looking at your head facing the table. 

You chose this, you need to be strong and have to at least start making full sentenced conversations. You need to make this work, for your baby. It's just not very easy to look at your husband and not think about it- you just don't want to think about it.

The breakfast ended with slight conversations between the guys. At least someone felt comfortable around each other, you, on the other hand? You felt like you made everyone around you awkward and the fact that you could've sensed their pity everytime they made eye contact with you made you want to bury your head in the ground. 

You could hear the small talks and the hums they let out, it all settled in your brain, it even made sense but you couldn't move your mouth any more than chewing the sandwich on which you almost choked on due to trying to eat fast and get away. 

The breakfast ended with the guys leaving after you excused yourself for the shower you planned 30 minutes later in your head, but still escaped the situation to breathe. Now that you see yourself in the bathroom mirror you watch how your chest rises and the tears burning the rims of your eyes. You didnt want to cry but you also know that crying helps you breathe these days. 

You can clearly see how your decision is affecting you, you're miserable. Which is definitely not good for the baby's health.

Would you really be a good example of parents to your baby?

You can't decipher if it's because of the betrayal you feel, the guilt of missing him even though he cheated, the regret of regretting giving him another chance or just the fact that you feel guilty by feeling better around him? 

You don't know how to give another chance, your past has been full of abandonment and ignorance towards you making heartbreak a bitter and sour feeling. Immediately forcing your heart to want to hate him. 

The guy you loved, still love, are you in love? Of course you are, that's such a stupid question to ask, you love that guy to death. The main question that lingers in your head is, should you be in love with him? Is that correct?

Your doctor adviced you to keep your anxiousness at bay for the sake of the two lives you are now held responsible for. Your therapist advised you to respect the decision you have made but also respect your personal boundaries. Both of the professionals telling you to prioritize both of your mental peace, only then things would work. 

The concept of mental health confuses you at this point. Is putting your mental peace as your priority staying away from him and feeling the panic take over you? Or sit around him feeling better for some time but worsen later since you owe this to your past self. 

You feel yourself zoning in onto the flowing water from your tap in front of you. Your thoughts are disrupted as you hear your mom knocking on the bathroom door, quickly wipe your tears and taking deep breaths, a sad try to stabilize your voice. 

"Y/N baby, I am heading out for the clinic okay?"

"Y-yea mom." You cringe as your voice breaks, silence filling the spaces on both side of the door. 

"You know I'm here for you, right?" She says and you want to sob hugging her but you don't want to stress her more. You feel the pain in your throat, the knot making your vision blurry with every second passing by. 

"Yea." You reply with a shaky voice expecting her to leave but then you hear her sniff. Your stomach clenches and you feel that you might vomit out the sandwiches from the morning. 

"Love you, baby, take care." She says and you murmur the affectionate phrase back. Turning off the tap you hear her retreat to the door and the door closes with a thud. Your mind reels over so many thoughts and you just need some silence from all the noisy voices in your head telling you shit about yourself and your choices, him included. Your mind wants you to answer questions, about feelings and your family's future, the questions only you and your husband sitting and waiting for you in the lobby could solve. 

Maybe you can get some help from the therapist you so dread to meet. 

___

The ticking of the clock, the beating of your heart, every passing second is making your eyes blind towards the white wallpaper of the waiting room. You wait for your husband sitting on the couch, fiddling with the rings on your ring finger. 

The room is decorated with plants and a lot of flower vases on every side table, and the reception desk is unattended since the lady who sweetly smiled at you went inside with a cup of something, you couldn't see clearly though, you guess it's for Dr. Shin.

Out of anxiety, you start fiddling with your rings. You still remember the day he proposed to you, promising you to never leave you alone and always be by your side, no matter what ups and downs. 

You never knew the ups and downs would someday lead you to the thought of divorcing him. The ring he wed you with on your wedding day shines along with the promise ring making you force your eyes away. 

The session hasn't even begun and you already are on the verge of crying. 

The glass door slides open and you watch a middle-aged lady approach the L-shaped couch you were sitting on. She smiles and calls out your name along with his making your heart drop. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Jeon?"

This stings but also gives you comfort. It's so fucked up.

You're scared. You don't know what's gonna happen after this session, are you afraid of being alone? You have this war going on inside you between morals and what your heart wants. You feel nauseous, however, you take a deep breath and get up.

When you enter the counsellor's office, it seems way more comfortable than you thought, it gives you more of an art studio vibe, with plants and canvases lying around, paints on a desk along with an almirah full of books and files. 

You smile as your eyes meet Dr. Shin, and she smiles back. Her face radiates a professional persona but it is not the kind of personality that could make someone uneasy, it makes you feel safe somehow. 

She sips on her coffee and keeps the mug on a coaster, clearing her throat. She was really pretty, sophisticated and she looked really smart. Her husband wouldn't cheat on her, would he? She seems perfect, unlike you with your baggy and red eyes. 

Were you ever attractive?

"Would you like some water or tea?" She offers with a smile. 

"Some water would be good, thank you." You say and she nods, calling her someone, probably the receptionist for the glass of water. 

"Are you here just by yourself today?" 

"No-no he should be here any minute, he must be in the traffic, I am so sorry." You frantically start searching your bag for your cellphone to call Jungkook. 

"It's okay, we can start the session when he arrives."  

"No, please, you don't have to do that, you must be really busy." You say looking at her with an apology on your face. Finally finding your phone, you check your messages and yes, he has texted you about being stuck in traffic. 

"He is on his way, in traffic." You say to which she nods and mutters a 'It's okay'. She resumes sipping her coffee while noting down your details in her notes. While she scribbles your head can't help but think about certain scenarios as to why Jungkook is late. 

You feel anxiety fill your nerves, you clench your fists tightly at the thought and shake your head slightly. You don't notice but Dr. Shin notices how you start to shake your leg, so she starts a conversation putting her notepad down.

"Do you paint, Mrs. Jeon?"

"Please, it's just Y/N and yes, sometimes." You say straightening your back, your baby belly very visible. 

She opens her mouth to say something but gets interrupted by the receptionist knocking on the door. Dr. Shin lets her in and she informs her that Jungkook arrived, asking if she should send him in. 

She nods and the receptionist leaves.  

"You know the best thing about art is that when you understand it, you can fix a mistake in a painting as many times as you want. Being able to do good art doesn't mean you wouldn't make mistakes, but you could fix them at any time you want. The only thing that matters is do you still want the results you wanted before you started to paint or will the excess anxiety to finish the art piece make it worse?" She says and you feel confused, before you could ask if she meant what you think she meant, Jungkook enters. 

He is wearing a black button-up tucked in his pants along with checkered trousers, a black blazer in his hand and his black hair slicked back. He had an important meeting today and you think he came directly from work. He looks good too and you hate that you feel that way.

"Good afternoon doctor, I am sorry I got late, I got stuck with a client and then the traffic, I am really sorry." He bows apologetically and quickly takes a seat beside you. You look at him and he mouths an 'I am sorry' with beads of sweat on his temples. You smile slightly and nod to tell him it's okay. 

"It's okay Mr. Jeon, you're just 4 mins late." She chuckles and picks up her notepad and pen. 

"Shall we start?" You both nod in unision. 

"So, I wanna assure you that this is a safe space and the information told or discussed here would not be disclosed unless there are any legal or medical emergencies which we hope wouldn't happen. Okay?" You squeeze your fists shut, you don't even want to think of all that. You notice how his Adam's apple bobs as he gulps in nervousness. 

"Shall we start?" She asks and you both nod in unison.

"Mr and Mrs Jeon, how long have you known each other?"

"6 years"

"6 years." Dr. shin nods at your answers.

"..and how did you two meet?"

"We met through mutual friends, Taehyung, his best friend, he was her roommate's boyfriend at that time." You explain. 

"I wouldn't call that boyfriend." He whispers and you smile huffing a breath. 

"Yeah, they were in a 'situationship'." You air-quote the word with one hand and smile, the other hand tracing the water ring, your glass is forming around it. 

"They used to wanna hang out with someone because she had a strict aunt as a guardian. So we spent time at Taehyung's place, Y/N used to live with her too, at her aunt's place, for the last year of her graduation." He says, smiling slightly at the memories of you creating excuses for your friend. 

"We could simply say, they ended their relationship soon after graduating, she started her Ph.D., moved out and we still remained friends." You point your thumb towards him and then you. 

"After some months we started dating when he asked me out.." your eyes are still zoned in on the glass while Jungkook stares at your face. 

Clearing your throat you give a small smile to the therapist and through a sniffle you speak again, "After 3 years of dating we finally decided to get married. We got married in his home town, Busan..."

You pause, your heart aching at the irony of you taking the vows in Busan, the same place where your husband spit on your 5 year-long relationship. You feel tears rising in your eyes but you blink them away, ears getting hotter by the second. 

"..And then I broke my promises." He nods slowly, as if owning up to his acts, eyes glossy and his Adams apple bobbing trying not to cry. 

You hear him say it and you feel nauseous. Yes, he did, and now you're sitting here in front of a therapist. Back to square one.

"Yes." you whisper without raising your head, nodding. A lone tear slipping through your eyes. 

The only thing you could hear after you said this was Dr. Shin's pen scribbling something in her pad, the clock ticking and the aquarium motor producing bubbles.

There was an aquarium in the room?

You feel Jungkook's gaze on you, but you don't dare lift your head.

"Mr. And Mrs Jeon.." Your therapist keeps her pad down and looks at you, making you both lift your heads and pay attention to her. "..this is your first session, so I would only talk about things you are comfortable with, we'll take things according to the pace you both want, but if you want to make things work I would suggest you be honest and open with me, it might make you feel vulnerable and 'too exposed'." she emphasizes on her last words and continues, "It would be hard considering you both have a lot going on but trust me it would definitely be better than how it is now."

You both listen to her carefully, slightly nodding your head whenever she adds a question mark in her statements. 

"Before I address the situation I would like to ask you if you are comfortable in continuing this relationship?" she asks and he nods but you feel hesitant. There it was, the question that you know the answer to but still feel weird to say out loud. Your husband cheated on you, you can't change that. You have a life growing inside you, yours and Jungkook's flesh and blood, you can't change that. You decided on never giving cheaters a chance but why do you want to now? 

Do you think it would be good for the baby? Would it be good for him? For you? You love him, but what about the morals you promised you would never give up on? Would love be worthy enough to let go of the beliefs you have? 

"Mrs. Jeon? It's okay if you're still a little skeptical, you can take your time-"

"No ma'am, I am sure. I wanna try again." You say it out loud, for your baby's sake, at least that's what you want to believe. Jungkook breathes a relieved sigh and you look at him at the same time he does. He raises his eyebrows hesitantly trying to ask if you are sure, you nod softly making him give you a grateful smile. 

"Its good to know that both of you are on the same page. Now, I would like to hear what caused this distance.." 

As you let it out of you, how the last 5 months changed the trajectory of your life, the 5 years of your relationship, the trust, the bond, love, your self-esteem, your and his moral values, both of your belief systems, the trust on each other, the trust on yourselves, the honesty, the loyalty all bruised up and on the ground. What were you fighting? Each other? Society?

Maybe it's you who you're fighting.

You told Dr. Shin how you have faced this many times in your life, She nodded and explained to you how certain incidents affect our brains and the way we think, changing the way we live, think and even breathe. 

She explained how going through this would be tough for both of you, considering the pregnancy and the emotions you and your husband are feeling. She explained how your mind should be made up before going through with this because sometimes withdrawing from therapy or quitting in the middle of the process or sometimes going with it without a made-up mind might cause mental problems and since you were with a baby, you should be extra careful. You both try to assure her that you will make sure this goes well.

You cried looking away from him while you told the events that happened, he sobbed agreeing to them. He cried covering his face while cursing himself for what he did to your relationship and the happy family you both deserved. You both cried as she wrote and noted in her notepad. In the end, you reached out to hold his hand with tears running down your faces, admitting how you want to give your family a chance. 

With red eyes and shaky footsteps, you both leave the office. You get in the car since you've been taking cabs ever since you started showing. The car feels oddly comforting, the same fragrance mixed with the leather seat cover smell, the car having water bottles on each side, just like a few months ago. He used to keep them in the car just in case you felt car sick like that road trip in the hills where you were nauseous the whole time.

The bottle beside you looked new since it was sealed so you couldn't help but think that he bought them today, maybe for you. You wanted to ask him but before you could say you felt the soup and the tofu stew you had in lunch come up your throat. 

"Stop the car, Jungkoo- f-fuck stop the car. Pull over!"

Jungkook pulls over to the side and opens his side of the door to runs over to your side, he holds your hair up as you vomit your food and feelings out. You have been feeling uneasy ever since you left your apartment for the clinic. 

'You might feel physical changes as well, Mrs Jeon. You may feel everything at extremes, mood swings, food cravings, agitation, maybe sexual desire, frustration, or morning sickness might hit you at any time, Basically the anxiety is not gonna help you with the hormones and staying away from your husband might also not do any good. So I would suggest you be strong and try to get through this.'

You remember Dr. Shin's words coughing as your throat feels sore, your stomach aching from the pressure you put in puking. When you're done, Jungkook opens up a bottle of water for you as you tilt your head towards the seat resting it there. He helps you drink and wash your face. Feeling better you look up at Jungkook who makes sure your breathing is better and even now. 

"Jungkook..?"

"Hm?"

"Are those new bottles?" 

"Huh? Ye-yeah. I bought them on the way to work this morning knowing you get car sick often and n-now...because of your nausea, I just wanted to be sure. There's more in the back, do you want? Wait-"

He takes a step back to walk to the back seat or the trunk you don't get to know where because you hold his wrist freezeing him in his steps. You notice how he tenses so you hesitantly let go of it. 

"I-I'm sorry, I just, I don't need it right now I feel better." He nods when you look down retracting your hand, you smile slightly at him and turn back in your seat. He comes up and closes your door helping you pull your seatbelt so that you can plug it in yourself, not wanting to make you feel weird by getting close. 

Sitting back in the car, you expect him to drive but he doesn't. Instead, he takes your hand slightly turning in his seat. He looks at you with glossy eyes making yours widen. 

"Y/n, If I need to apologize my whole life and still you dont feel comfortable with me?.." he breathes shakily holding your hand tighter, its killing him to say this but he needs you to know this. 

"You can still leave me, I don't deserve to be forgiven, I know. I betrayed you, I don't deserve you and her.." he almost sobs and you feel tears rise in your eyes as he mentions your daughter as well. Sometimes seeing how sure he is about a daughter makes you forget how you still don't know the gender and it's just both of your assumptions. 

One hand in his and the other one on your tummy you listen to him, "You are giving me another chance to live Y/N, this means so much to me, by trying again and giving us a chance, you are giving me another life. You don't know how much it means to me, I-I am so grateful for having you in my life but.." he breathes sharply and his hands start to shake. 

"You can still leave if you wish, I love you. I want you to be happy. He sniffs and you notice his nose getting red. "Being a normal human I would prefer it would be with me but.." he chuckles sadly tears falling down his cheeks, "I would let you go if you ever feel like you don't want this." 

He knows that statement is risky, he might make you think that he is having second thoughts but when he sees your lips in a small ssmile he feel like you got the message. 

You squeeze his hand and mutter, "I know kook, but we're gonna make it, for everybody in this car, you her and me." You chuckle as your tears fall as well.

Jungkook holds in a whimper sniffling and then he nods. You feel slightly lighter after today. Not completely okay but still a little better and hopeful. You are gonna get through this, you both are gonna be strong. Your child will be okay, he will be okay, your relationship and family will be okay.

Everything would be okay. 

Reaching home, You take a shower wanting to clean the sweat and the slight vomit smell you have on you. You brush your teeth and head out to have dinner that your mom cooked. You told her that you would talk to her after your shower about the day you had.

You sit at the table and ask your parents how their appointment went, She tells you how your dad needs his medicines changed, of slightly lesser power and doze. You tell your dad to take care while he drinks his soup for better blood pressure. You all wait for Jungkook to join while having light conversations while you tell your dad a slightly less stressful version of the session.

Jungkook joins you on the table with wet hair, a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His body wash smell hits your nose comforting you just like you remember. You don't question your feelings, something was pulling you back but you still decide to find comfort in your husband's presence. 

After Dinner, Jungkook decides that he will do the dishes and clean up, your dad goes to sleep after wishing you and your baby good night. Your mom discussed the session with you encouraging you to stay strong, making sure that you wanna go through this. You smile and assure her that this is your and his choice. You hug her goodnight when she finally decides to sleep after Jungkook refuses her help with the cleanup for the second time. 

Sitting in the lobby as you watch him clean up the kitchen, like old times. Date nights with him were generally filled with laughter and kisses, cleaning and cooking, bickering over recipe ingredients and sometimes giving up and ordering takeouts. You smile at the memoriesthinking, would things ever be like they were? Would they be better or would they worsen? 

Helping you get into your bed, Jungkook places two bottles of water, a coaster and a glass which was filled with water and covered with a lid. He plugs your phone into your charger, your AirPods next to it. He tells you to call him if you feel any type of uneasiness but still places a small bin if it gets too late to run to the washroom or call for him. You smile at his efforts, never wanting this feeling to end, the way you feel.

Comfort. 

"Good night Y/N.", he says looking into your eyes, you can smell his body wash as he kneels in front of you, holding your hands gently. He tells you things like call me if you need something, again. But..

It's weird, you can't focus. Somehow the little circles his thumb creates on your palm are distracting you. Looking up at you he notices how you zoned out so he calls your name softly, flicking his wet hair. 

Fuck, why are you feeling like this? You've seen him with wet hair so many times and why is hair still damp?! 

Since you were first bullied in high school, you generally question your instincts and always do things rationally. But this time, you don't know why your hand unconsciously reaches his hair and cards through it. Call it muscle memory? but you both freeze when your hand rests on the back of his head, his wet locks in between your fingers.

Never breaking eye contact you do what you never thought you would in the past 4 months. Jungkook gasps with eyes wide as you just look at him like it's something you commonly do. 

Did you just pull his hair?

He still looks at you confused and when you do it again with a tighter grip this time, he groans with his eyes shut. The sound he makes helps you realize what you just did and immediately withdraw your hand.

"Um..are you okay?" He asks, voice low and soft but with wide eyes. 

"Yeah, just sleepy." You quickly say cover yourself with your duvet, lying down immediately, not too fast because it is physically not possible for you, but you still try hiding.  

"O-okay. Good night." He awkwardly gets up and leaves the room switching off the lights. Closing the door just enough to let you have privacy, not locking it for emergency purposes. As soon as he leaves, you search for the reasons of why you might be feeling this way.

You type in the search bar, your friends who have had their babies sometimes mentioned about this but..

Search: Can you feel aroused during pregnancy? 

Eyes wide you scoff at the results, gritting your teeth you feel frustrated. This is not how you should feel about him, you decided to try again but this is not right. Right? 

Top result: It is a common symptom to feel sexually aroused in the late first trimester and the second trimester.

Another result: You might feel a little sexually heightened during your pregnancy.

Another click: You might feel your clitoris and labia are sensitive making you feel aroused which might be healthy too, so we would suggest you not miss this opportunity to have good orgasms-

You read on your phone with wide eyes and grit your teeth. Switching your phone off and throwing it to your bedside, you snuggle in under the covers, fists clenched. The touch of his damp hair still lingering on your hand and you stomp your feet under the duvet, irritated. Dr Shin was right. If you wanted to get through this, you need to be strong.

Very strong. 

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how the members of the survey corp and marley warriors would train with you

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warnings: gender-neutral reader

included characters: eren yeager, armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein, marco bodt, connie springer, sasha braus, reiner braun, bertolt hoover, annie leonhart, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith, and mike zacharias.

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a/n: hi y'all. i never thought i'd be writing for attack on titan again, but here we are lmao. i've been rewatching the series from the beginning, and this is the result of that. anyways, some are more 'x reader' than others, but i hope y'all enjoy it!

— Eren Yeager

When you ask Eren to help you train, this boy gets so smug you can practically see his ego grow three sizes larger. You know you’re probably better off asking someone else who’s better, but you know Eren appreciates it when you go to him. He likes to show off and impress you, so you get more of a show than actual training assistance. Still, you appreciate the effort Eren puts into trying to help you out. Eren falls on his ass more than he likes to admit, making you hide your laughter behind your hand. 

— Armin Arlert

Asking Armin to train with you surprises Armin more than anything. Him? You want to train with him?! He immediately rejects your offer, saying he can’t possibly help you with anything that isn’t tutoring. However, you insist upon it, assuring him that you want his help and prefer it over others. The training you guys do isn’t intense; instead, it focuses on the areas you said you needed to improve. Armin always pulls his punches, never wanting to seriously harm you. But if you insist upon it, he will come at you in full force, just not very happily. Afterward, Armin apologizes profusely for possibly hurting you, and you reassure him you’re fine. Expect a flurry of hugs from him and a part of his supper rations, but he denies knowing anything about where your extra food came from. 

— Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa isn’t keen on helping you, viewing you as something that will only slow her down from achieving her goal of being as strong as she can be to protect Eren. It takes you a few minutes to convince her that you won’t get in the way or be a burden, simply wanting to shadow her, spar with her, and pick up any techniques that make her such a good fighter for yourself. Realizing you didn’t want her to teach you, Mikasa accepts your request, warning you that she doesn’t go easy or pull her punches. It’s safe to say that you hurt all over come supper time, wincing from the hard wooden benches in the mess hall. 

— Jean Kirstein

Similar to Eren, Jean is cocky as hell when you come to him for training help. He doesn’t stop until you threaten to ask Eren instead, which makes him shut up and behave. Jean’s a decent spar partner, so you’re in good hands with him. You’re decently matched against him, winning about half of the rounds and losing the other half by only a second or two. He’s better at the knife-disarming move than you are, though, which he teases you for.

— Marco Bodt

Marco is flattered that you picked him out of everyone else. Being the definition of an average fighter, Marco didn’t think there was anything he could help you with, but he’s ecstatic to spar with you regardless. After all, it’s time Marco gets to spend with you. And if you think he’ll go easy on you because you’re his partner, you’re sorely mistaken. Marco loves you and wants you to be as prepared for the world as possible, seeing no benefit in pulling punches. But that’s not to say he’ll beat you up, obviously. After all, this is only an exercise, so you’re relatively unharmed, ignoring the scattered bruising. 

— Connie Springer

Connie is more than eager to train with you, joking around and laughing the entire time. He knows he should take it more seriously, but Connie can’t help having fun with you instead, completely ignoring the current exercise. He’ll hide behind you and tap your shoulder, waiting for you to turn around before ducking just out of your view. When you finally catch him, you’re dizzy and out of breath from laughing so hard. Your efforts are rewarded with a peppering of kisses all over your face &lt;3

— Sasha Braus

Like Connie, Sasha is just as obnoxious during training but takes it a bit more seriously than he does. If you are serious about training, she’ll do her best to take it seriously with you. She’s not immune to Connie making faces at her from across the field, and frankly—you aren’t either. Typically, if you’re sparing with Sasha, you’ll end up with Connie, too. 

— Reiner Braun

Training with Reiner is like training with your long-lost twin. You read one other perfectly, evading and blocking each other’s swings like it’s nothing. You duck underneath his outstretched arm to kick him in the back of his knee, but Reiner is two steps ahead, spinning on his heel to knock your feet out from under you. He expects you to yield, but you don’t give up that easily. Sneaking between his spread legs to pop up from behind, it was your turn to knock him unsteady, twisting his arm behind his back and disarming him of the prop knife he wielded. It goes on like that until the quittin’ bell rings, except the roles reversed themselves every few rounds. 

— Bertolt Hoover

Bertolt is still such a sweetheart, even when he’s trying to pin you to the ground. He wants to win, but that doesn’t make his timidness disappear. You win more often than not, but you let him get the better of you sometimes. Watching a blush spread across his face and neck is worth letting him win. His blush worsens when you point it out, too. Still, he likes sparing with you, regardless of how well he does or not. 

— Annie Leonheart

Training with Annie is very similar to training with Mikasa. It’s not that Annie believes you’ll hinder her progress; it’s because she’s simply not good with people. Annie knows you can hold your own against tough opponents; she’s seen you go against people like Reiner and Eren and win. The best way to put it is that she feels awkward, not knowing how to help you or what she should say. You’re the only one able to render Annie speechless, a talent that immediately raises you above the rest in her eyes. 

— Porco Galliard

If you want to spar with Porco, you better be prepared to have your ass beat into next week. He’s out to prove he’s the best, and not even you can get in his way. He’s stubborn and afflicted with tunnel vision, blinding him from remembering how talented you are at it, too. Porco’s favorite move is pinning you on your stomach, twisting your wrist until you forfeit your prop weapon of choice. He’s stupidly cocky about it, too, straddling your hips and spouting snark while your face is shoved in the dirt. You may be talented at that day’s exercise, but somehow, Porco always has the upper hand, no doubt due to his Shifter abilities giving him heightened agility and reflexes. He’s always stupidly proud of himself afterward, bragging to his friends about how many times he’d pinned you. It earns him a sharp flick on his forehead from you.

— Levi Ackerman

You must be a glutton for punishment if you seek out Levi as a sparing partner. His version of training isn’t just sparring, oh no, no. First, he has you running laps around the courtyard for at least thirty minutes. And if he catches you jogging, he adds another ten minutes. You wanted the best, so you’ll have to endure everything he throws at you to get it. Next is calisthenics. Push-ups, thirty-second planks, burpees, sit-ups, dips, and wall sits are the bane of your existence for the next hour and a half. By now, your entire body aches, and your legs are shaky and exhausted. Levi gives you a break, allowing you to drink nearly your weight in water and grab a quick snack before his torture resumes. He gives you enough time to ensure you don’t vomit, but finally, it’s time for sparring once you’ve finished your snack break. Once he deems training to be done for the day, you ask him why he put you through such an intense workout just to spar. Levi’s reasoning? If your body was tired, you’d fight better. If you’re exhausted, you’ll seek out more ways to end the fight quicker and discover new techniques as you go. If you get frustrated enough after losing to him so many times, combined with your body’s exhaustion, you’d eventually find a hole in Levi’s attack and utilize it. 

— Erwin Smith

Training with Erwin isn’t much different than training on your own. He acts professionally throughout the exercise, seeing it as nothing to take lightly. Erwin doesn’t go easy on you, but he does pull his punches, not eager to send you to the infirmary just because of sparring practice.

— Mike Zacharias

Believe it or not, Mike is like a combination of Levi and Connie. Training with him will last hours, but he’s having fun with you while he does it. Mike is quick on his feet, darting this way and that, always out of reach. It’s almost like a dance you’re engaged in. Every time you miss, he’ll pop a teasing joke as if he’s goading you into catching him. When you think you’ve cornered him, Mike’ll knock your legs out from underneath you, claiming the win for himself. He’ll help you back up and reset the round, giving the prop weapon to you this time.

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[midnightcinderella]

Little dating headcanons <3

Characters (in order of appearance): Leona, Azul, Cater, Rook, Vil, Sebek, Jamil

Notes: sfw, fluff/crack, gender neutral pronouns for reader

Leona

♥ He is the gf who bites you for no reason

♥ He will try to get you to feed him entire meals. Don’t indulge him too often or he will take advantage

♥ Doesn’t start trimming his toenails until you complain that they’re scratching your ankles

♥ If you’re the type to play your music out loud, he takes almost no time to adjust to be able to fall asleep to it

♥ Lets you mooch off his detergent and fabric softener for when you do your own laundry. Ruggie ain’t too happy about having to go buy them more often

♥ You once sprinkled some catnip on his pillow as he slept and all it did was make him sneeze and blow it all over the floor

Azul

♥ Will grumble something about sodium and fats when you bring him fried chicken, but will immediately chase after you when you pretend to take it away

♥ If you ever tell him about the kind of furniture and decoration you like, expect a few pleasant changes in the lounge’s decor

♥ Gets so pouty when you say you can’t cuddle in his octopus pot with him

♥ Azul pls they can’t fit in there, they have bones

♥ Bottomless drinks at the Mostro Lounge <3 but you have to go get em yourself lol

♥ Azul doesn’t send the tweels to be your bodyguards. They just come pester you on their own and scare off anyone who tries to pick on you because they’re the only ones who can do that <3

♥ “Can’t you make them stop?” “I can’t make them do anything.”

Cater

♥ Contrary to popular belief, you don’t show up on his Magicam as often as you’d think. Not in pictures anyway

♥ You’re tagged in every post as his photographer, and there has been a noticeable improvement in the quality of his photos with someone to man the camera for him

♥ Gets so many matching couple items, it’s crazy. Mugs, phone charms, key chains, phone cases, bracelets, the list goes on

♥ Once lost one of the matching bracelets and flipped the entire dorm upside down looking for it. It was in a pocket of the jacket he’d lent you

♥ Tried to show off his guitar skills for you but he was nervous so he flubbed a couple chords <3

♥ Was unaware of how hot you found him until he had his hair down in front of you for the first time and you crumpled to the floor

Rook

♥ Prone to running off on a whim as he is, he always tries to return before you get worried and appreciates that you welcome him with open arms

♥ Will try to gift you his quarry to soothe the pain of his absence. Some of them are flowers <3 and some of them are school supplies he stole from the student he was hunting -.-

♥ If you guys get couple items, he wants them to complement each other, not match. If you wear gold, he wears silver. If yours is blue, his is red

♥ Will not lend you his hat no matter what. He’ll give you his coat instead when the elements are on the attack. Not super helpful when it’s hot as balls out

♥ You never see him go to retrieve his arrows, not even with magic, but somehow he never runs out. He says he makes more with the power of love but you have no idea what that means

♥ Got a taste of his own medicine when you had an impromptu sleepover at Heartslabyul and he came to Ramshackle for a surprise visit. He was in such a tizzy, it took him a whole half hour to figure out where you were :(

Vil

♥ You once gave him a compact mirror shaped like a macaron because you thought it was cute. He carries it with him everywhere

♥ Once tried to teach you how to walk in heels but got distracted by your legs -///-

♥ Doesn’t mind lending you jewelry, but makes you polish/disinfect it when you give it back

♥ Likes doing your skincare when you’re drowsy. The way your eyes droop and the way you hum because you’re too sleepy to actually speak gives him terrible cute aggression

♥ Will cuddle you at night but you can’t cuddle him back. It’s fine if your jammies get wrinkled but he can’t say the same for his own so you just lay there while he carefully wraps himself around you like a pashmina shawl

♥ Once heard you humming a song that you were helping Epel practice and stepped in to show you proper technique

Sebek

♥ You once fixed his hair and collar for him after gym class and he thought about it for 3 weeks straight

♥ You swear you saw his lip wobble when he asked you why you insisted on spending so much time at Diasomnia and you answered that it was so he wouldn’t have to go so far from Malleus

♥ Wants so badly to pitch a fit when you let Silver sleep on you, but the one time he did you scolded him and learned the definition of a kicked puppy expression

♥ The first time you slept over at Diasomnia, Malleus overheard you fighting about who would take Sebek’s bed. Sebek insisted you take it and Malleus offered him the couch in his own room and when I say Sebby leapt at the opportunity

♥ He came crashing back into his own room once he realized that he left you with his roommates lol

♥ “Welcome home, cheater,” you said while fending off one of the other boys’ attempts at looking at your cards

Jamil

♥ He brought you home once and you thought Najma was so pretty, you spent almost your entire visit chatting with her, stars in your eyes the whole time

♥ He thought he’d have to watch out for the Asims stealing your attention, but it be your own family smh

♥ Once caught you eating instant curry and looked like you’d told him you didn’t love him anymore

♥ If there’s ever a time when you need to dress up for one of Kalim’s banquets, Jamil will style your hair with magic

♥ Won’t say it, but he likes when you hang off of him in the kitchen. Feeding you small bites of what he’s making while you hold him from behind is what happiness is for him

♥ He likes to use you as a weighted blanket at the end of particularly stressful days

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #missy writes #gender neutral reader #fluff

[fallinforerling]

LOVE ISN’T ETERNAL. chapter 4 - jb

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The weekend arrived without any nasty surprises, which was very much appreciated. Jobe was still a bit bitter towards Jude for all the lies he told the family, but you convinced him to not pick any fights with his brother. Jude didn't deserve it, but you still cared about his family dynamic staying the same regardless of how he managed the breakup and everything that came after it.

Now you were laying in bed, not having the energy to do much. It's not like you were allowing yourself to be consumed by the grief or sadness (which you still felt), but you were a bit apathetic. Luckily, Nikki and Mia were coming over to help you with that. 

“I want this to end.” You whispered after a while, wanting to say something to fill up the silence in your apartment.

Because you truly wanted to get over him. Why bother grieving him? He has been partying and probably sleeping with girls every night since his arrival to London. And what were you doing? Missing him? Wishing he’d call? Having insomnia?

“Fucking prick.” At least insulting him was good therapy.

Before you could enter the space of mind where all you did was hate him and his existence, your phone started to ring. The only connection to the outside world this past week and a half was that little device.

Nikki was calling.

“Yeah?”

“Check my chat, girl. This is fucking insane. Go! We're almost there!” And then she hung up.

“What's up with Nikk and hanging up after saying things like that?” You laughed, expecting something funny or a photo of them. But no, it was a Twitter thread. When you clicked it, you almost had a heart attack.

“The fuck is this?!” You screamed.

The author of the thread simply wrote: “Jobe's new girlfriend???? I'm so jealous, who is sheeee???” followed with four photos per tweet. They were from the park meeting just a few days ago. There were photos of you hugging, when you were sitting together and when you started to leave the park.

At least it wasn't going viral, but there still were lots of people interacting with it. They were trying to guess who you were and for how long you two have been “dating”. A nightmare.

This had never happened in the ten months you dated Jude, mostly because privacy was important to him... And now you were mistaken for his little brother’s girlfriend? You felt like having a panic attack, but your front door opened and closed loudly, interrupting your thoughts. 

“Did you see it?” Mia said, entering your bedroom after a few seconds.

“How did you find it?”

“Oh, you know I love gossip. I was digging for some information and I came across it. Did you see the date? Someone posted it three days ago.” Nikki sat next to you, biting her lip.       

“Yeah…” Your brain started to analyze how it happened… Who took the photos without you noticing? The park was almost empty the whole time. Unless… “Fuck… I know who took those photos.” 

“Who?” Mia asked with apprehension. “Someone we know?” 

“No, far from it” With a sigh, you sat. “We met at a park near here. I've always liked that place because most of the time is empty… But that day I spotted a group of girls near us; I didn’t even payed them attention, they were far enough to not eavesdrop.” You covered your eyes, feeling frustrated. “They were teenagers, so of course they took the opportunity when they recognized him.” 

“Yikes, girl… Someone’s going to cancel you for dating a minor.” Nikki joked, winning a very small smile from Mia and you. 

“That’s not funny, my god.They probably will if they ever find who I am and my age.” You sighed, absolutely sick with the path your life was taking. “Why can’t I have one day of peace, huh? Life sucks.”

“Of course it sucks, that’s the main thing about living,” Mia said, sitting in your bed. “Well, let’s pray for that threat to die soon enough. You know how people are, they’re probably hunting for the next big gossip of the week.” 

“Yeah…” You grabbed your phone again, thinking about your next move. “I probably should send this to Jobe as well, I don’t want him to be taken by surprise if people begin asking about this.” A tiny smile peaked between your lips. “And let’s hope the girl he likes doesn’t find it either.”

“Do you know what else you need to start doing?” Nikki said while you send the link to Jobe, who started to laugh about the ridiculous assumption those girls made about you. 

“What?” You asked without paying much attention, smiling a bit when Jobe started to call himself Mr. Steal Your Girl. 

“Being a soulless, heartless, and cold girl for once. What about some clubbing, some fun… Some boys?” 

“You’re like the devil on her shoulder, Nikk,” Mia said, nudging Nikki’s arm. “But I agree, you need some fun. We forbid you from staying at home, drowning in your sadness. That boy doesn’t deserve it.” 

“Not one bit,” Nikki replied, hugging you. “I promise it will be super fun, just go out with us tonight.” 

Instead of responding, you took a look at the ground. There it is. You knew them too well, there was no way for them to “casually” suggest a night out; they had a plan. Their bags were on the floor, but you noticed a small bag that Nikki only took out of her house if she was planning to party: her makeup bag, which was essential if she was going out clubbing.

“Are you trying to persuade me into partying tonight?” You smiled, not even mad at the idea. 

“Maybe?” Both of them said, trying to look as innocent as possible. 

The three of you looked at each other with big smiles before laughing. 

“We’re going out tonight!” Mia screamed, gaining more laughs from Nikki and you. 

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The fun part about going out with Mia and Nikki was the part previous to the actual clubbing. There just was something magical about getting ready with them: the makeup with the collaboration of everybody, constantly changing outfits, Nikki persuading both of you to drink a little bit for good luck and Mia insisting that all of you needed smoky eyes, so guys felt intimidated. Most of it was nonsense, but they were your best friends in the whole world and you always felt extremely thankful for their support.

“Promise me you’re going to at least try dancing with the hottest guy that approaches you tonight.” Mia said while doing your smoky eyes (yeah, you gave in).

“I’ll try.” And you will because it wasn’t fair for you to stay in your comfort zone. If this whole thing didn’t cheer you up or make you feel better, then you could always find other ways to keep your mind occupied.

“That’s more than enough for me. Try to have fun, this is a girl’s night.” 

“And talking about girls. Put this dress on, the girls look stunning in it.” Nikki dropped a black dress on your lap. 

“No way!” You lifted it with a smile. “I completely forgot about this dress. I haven’t worn it since…” You paused, feeling uncomfortable. “Uh, Jude’s birthday.” 

“Well, who cares about that? You still look amazing.” Nikki smiled, obviously not about to let you think much about Jude. 

“Done!” Mia said after a few seconds, biting her lip. “This is my best work so far.” Her eyes were sparkling, so you believed her. 

Facing yourself in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize the face that was looking back at you. You looked amazing; the color of your eyes popped, the glitter was doing the right job of not making it look too dark and the red lipstick was the final touch. You loved it. 

“That’s the face of a heartbreaker, girl.” Nikki admired your face for an instant before smiling. “Ah, I can’t wait for the boys to fight over you.” 

“Very funny, Nikk.” 

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The club Nikki choose was wild, especially since a manager was waiting for you at the door, guiding you to the balcony section of the club- which was the freaking VIP one.

“Nikk?” You half-screamed through the music, dying to know how she managed to pull this off. Mia seemed as confused as you were. “Anything you want to tell us?”

“About what?” She kept walking with the biggest of smiles.

“Uh… Us getting into the VIP section wiht no even five minutes of being here?”

“Oh, that?” Her smile grew bigger, if that was physically possible. “I know someone.”

Clearly, that was all the information you were getting. Mia gave you a look and the both of you silently decided that it was better if you didn’t dig into it.

“Tonight it’s about having fun, girls. My treat, don’t worry.” Nikki said once you were at the table, which already had a champagne bottle resting comfortably on an ice bucket. Three champagne glasses were next to it, patiently waiting for you. 

“Oh, so this is luxury, luxury.” Mia whispered, laughing a bit. 

“The fun it’s all that matters, trust me, Mia.” A waiter appeared out of nowhere, silently grabbing the bottle before smiling at all of you. 

“Welcome, ladies. May I open it now?” You nodded, and with one quick movement of his wrist, he had the job done. Impressive. “Hope you have a good night. Don’t forget you can always call a waiter with the button that’s underneath the table.” And then he was gone. 

“You were right, Mia. This is luxury luxury.” You accepted the glass Nikki offered you, excited for the night ahead. 

“Let’s enjoy it without actually wondering how much all this is, babe.” Was all she said before chugging her glass in one sitting. “I’m ready, give me another one.” 

“That’s what I’m talking about!" Nikki cheered, happy to see Mia engaged with tonight’s mission.                                                                                                     

“Come on, you need to chug that thing too, there’s more in here.” Nikki told you, already serving Mia’s second glass. 

“Fuck it.” You said before doing as Nikki said, chugging your champagne as carefully as possible so you didn’t choke. “If I end up vomiting all over the floor at the end of the night, I want you to know, I’m blaming you.” 

“That’s fine to me!” And then Nikki chugged her glass as well. 

Yeah, this night was going to be hella interesting.

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Needless to say that within two hours of clubbing you were pretty drunk. Not to the point of falling when trying to walk because the world was spinning or to the verge of unconsciousness, but a good point between being able to not care if something ridiculous escaped your mouth and dancing with strangers without giving it a second thought. 

Nikki had found some friends along the night, and now three more people, which were the nicest ever, were sitting at your table, chatting and laughing along. You enjoyed the their company, but felt the need to give yourself space to drink a very much needed glass of water in peace. 

So there you were, leaning against one of the multiple spaces in the balcony where little chairs were dispersed. It felt almost peaceful if you ignored the music blasting through the speakers or the many waiters going around the place, dealing with drunks and orders. 

“No way! Is that you?” A voice startled you, taking your mind away from the blankness it was immersed in. “I knew I wasn’t mistaking that face!” 

You turned, slightly pissed at the person that was basically yelling at you, until you realized it was Gio. Gio Reyna himself. 

“Gio?!” You didn’t know why, but the excitement made you scream. Maybe it was because you were drunk, but seeing Gio was one of the highlights of the night. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“I’m taking the few days off I have.” He hugged you tightly once you stood up, almost swiping you from the floor. “You look amazing! What are you doing here?” 

“Thanks! I’m with my friends, they’re right there!” You pointed to the table, where all kept chatting without noticing your encounter. “It’s a girl’s night!” 

“That’s cool! I thought you were with Jude, since he’s at London and all that.” 

Your smile never wandered from your face, not caring about Jude’s name being dropped from Gio’s lips. You shook your head, letting him know you weren’t with him today. Or ever, for that matter. 

“Nope, just my girls and I.” He kept looking at you like he was in front of a new person, not Jude’s “girlfriend”. You didn’t know if you liked it or felt bad about it. He was one of Jude’s good friends after all. “What about taking a picture? It’s been so long since we saw each other.” 

“Sure! Are you okay if I post it to IG?” 

Oh?

“Of course, go for it.” 

Then the two of you moved to a more illuminated area, he took his phone and you knew this was one of a kind type of opportunity. Time to be the pettiest bitch I know. Taking advantage of him getting closer to you for the sake of the photo, you passed one arm over his shoulders, and after a couple of pics, you decided to give him a tiny peck on the cheek. 

“Let's see.” He said shyly. Aw.

A few of them were blurry, but most were decent and the peck one was fabulous, not only for the sake of your intentions, but also because of how good the two of you looked. Your makeup was still intact, and with the lighting, it shined in a very pretty way. Gio had a light blush due to the alcohol, his smile being evident, giving his already handsome face something else. 

“That one?” You said, picking the one you liked the most. 

“Yeah! We look amazing.” He started to set it but paused before publishing it. “Do you mind if I tag you?” 

Bingo. 

“Go ahead, I have no problem.” And that was it. 

You said your goodbyes, and while returning to the table, you felt some type of triumph. Did this make you a bad person? 

“Where were you? We thought you got lost or something.” Mia said when you finally arrived, sitting beside Nikki. 

“So… I did a thing…”

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[photogirl894]

You probably know where the inspiration for this one comes from, but can I pretty please request a Hunter x Reader with the line “I’d rather share one short life with you than spend my whole life alone, " possibly in a fantasy AU where Hunter is a knight and reader is a princess??

Congratulations on 1300 followers, lovey!

Girl, you know the quickest way to my heart! Give me Hunter AND Aragorn?? YES!! 🥰 Glad you caught where that line prompt came from lol I just re-worded it a little differently.

I can definitely do a fantasy AU for you, my sweet Liz 💜🥰

"Heart of a Man"

7. “I’d rather share one short life with you than spend my whole life alone.”

Pairing: Hunter x Princess reader (Fantasy AU)

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As a Princess, you were not afforded the luxury of love. Your older brother was next in line for the throne, so you didn't have to worry about the pressure of being Queen one day and finding a suitable spouse to rule with. However, you were expected by your parents, the King and Queen, to enter a political marriage with the Prince of another kingdom to secure an alliance between your kingdom and his. You didn't want to be forced into something like that, but you were a Princess; therefore, it was your duty.

You especially didn't want to go through with the marriage because your heart already belonged to someone else...someone you unfortunately could not be with.

His name was Hunter and he was the Captain of the Kingsguard. He was the one your father always entrusted with your safety when you traveled to other kingdoms or needed security or an escort somewhere. When you spent so much time with the Captain, it was almost inevitable that you would fall for him. Especially when he was handsome beyond compare with his long, dark hair and a skull tattoo on half of his face; a mark of the tribe of people he hailed from. Even the most handsome Prince in all the world that every maiden fawned over would not rival the Captain. Not by a long road. He was also noble, loyal, brave and incredibly kind. Even though he was loyal to the King and tried to abide by his sworn duty to protect you, he couldn't deny his true feelings either and had fallen for you, too.

After one particular trip, when you had almost been assassinated and the Captain had saved your life by putting himself between you and the attacker, you had let your feelings slip by kissing him when you were alone in the medical room. The both of you had suspected there was something more between you, but had chosen to not act on your feelings so as to not put yourselves in compromising positions. That day, though, when you thought you'd almost lost him, you decided duties be damned. Even if it was just the once.

It was that day that changed everything. Your tender kiss was what caused a shift in the Captain's heart...a shift so great that one night, at a grand ball; the one where you were supposed to announce your engagement to the Prince, even, he came to you with an offer that greatly surprised you.

The feast was over and everyone in attendance was mingling or dancing. Your parents were talking with the Prince's parents and the Prince was trying to talk to you, too, but you weren't really in a mood. You hated that you were even at this ball to begin with. Luckily, Hunter came to your rescue, telling you he had some urgent business to discuss with you, which gave you the excuse to take your leave of the Prince.

He led you to the secluded gardens out on the grounds of the castle and once he was sure the two of you were out of sight from any patrols or royals, he took you in his arms and kissed you with such overwhelming passion that you immediately couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Was this your urgent business, Captain?" you asked between kisses.

"Yes and no," he answered, "but I will get to it in a moment."

You pulled away and hugged him around his waist, burying your face in his chest. "I don't want to go through with this," you told him, your voice quivering as you felt his hand smooth your hair. "I don't want to be with the Prince. I want to be with you. If I marry the Prince, I'll be taken away to his kingdom and I'll never see you again. I don't know if my heart could bear it."

Tears fell from your eyes and onto his armor. For a short moment, he said nothing, but when he did, he said something that you didn't anticipate:

"Then run away with me."

Stunned, you lifted your head to look at him, his brown eyes almost glowing in the moonlight as he looked down lovingly at you.

"I can't deny myself of this any longer," he told you. "My heart as a man has overcome my duty as a knight...and I have fallen deeply in love with you, my Princess."

You lightly gasped in both surprise and delight. He swore he would not shirk his duty as the Captain and that he would not compromise you that way for your safety...but now, it appeared that he was forgoing that vow.

"I can't bear the thought of you marrying the Prince either," he continued. He reached down and took your hands in his. "Run away with me and marry me, Princess. We can go anywhere, just us, and be together as we desire." He brought your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles, showing his heartfelt devotion to you. “I’d rather share one short life with you than spend my whole life alone. Come with me...tonight...please, (Y/N)."

Never in all the time you'd known him had he ever addressed you by just your name. It was always formalities such as "Princess", "your Highness" or "my lady". That proved to you how incredibly serious he was about this proposal...and you thought your heart would burst with all-consuming joy.

"Yes!" you quietly exclaimed. "Yes, I will go with you and I will marry you! Yes!"

You threw all caution to the wind and jumped up on him, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him happily. He stumbled back slightly from the impact, but he held you in place against him as he kissed you in return.

When he set you back to the ground, he kept going, "I only have a bit of money to my name and I don't have a ring for you yet, but I can offer you my heart and my undying devotion. My duty to you remains the same: I will do everything in my power to protect you and to make you happy. I will love you for the rest of my days and beyond."

"I don't need anything else," you reassured him, your hand coming up to his cheek. "I only need my beloved Captain and the love he gives. That alone makes me richer as a woman than being a Princess ever did."

With a sigh of both relief and love, Hunter turned and pressed his lips to your palm.

"I love you so much," you told him.

"And I love you," he replied. "More than I can ever put into words."

"When do we leave...Hunter?" you asked with a smile, his name sweet as honey on your tongue.

"We can leave this very moment, if you wish," he answered.

"Then what are we waiting for, my love? Our future awaits."

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[jazziwritesthings]

Disaster - Lee Know

Purely a work of Fiction.

Word Count: 2,765

Pairings: Lee Know x Reader, Jisung x Best Friend Reader

Warnings: Idk that there is any?

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To say that you and Minho were friends would be a gross overstatement. Sure you were in the same social circles and had a lot of mutual friends but you had a deep disdain for the man. You couldn’t remember why anymore but you were always one to carry a grudge, even if you couldn’t remember the cause. You used to be a trainee but decided to leave and pursue dancing. You kept a lot of friends in the company though. Which would be how you ended up here. A party in the 3RACHA dorm. Jisung had invited you since you two have become close over the last few years. The only downside to this friendship would be the proximity to Minho. He was not only one of Jisung’s members, he was his best friend. Almost his other half. This caused you to be around Minho more than you would have liked.

Now you stand in the kitchen of the dorm to try and get away from all the people. You had lost Jisung over an hour ago and you didn’t know a lot of other people here. Sure every time a person came into the kitchen you exchanged pleasantries but that was it. The party was starting to feel suffocating. You knew the beginning signs of a panic attack and set off to find Jisung so he could help. However before you could make it farther than the couch your hand was grabbed by none other than Minho himself. You didn’t even have the strength to try and shake him off. “Y/n?” Your name left his lips grabbing your attention, “ Jisung?” He shook his head before standing and dragging you along to wherever he was going. Blindly following the man you hated was not on your radar tonight.

When you look up again you see that you're now in the hall and are entering the other dorm. He gently leads you to the couch and helps you sit before disappearing. He appeared seconds later handing you a water bottle that you gladly took. He placed himself on the floor in front of you. “I need you to breathe with me.” You nodded and were trying but couldn’t get a good rhythm and just ended up more scared because you felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. “Okay okay.” He got up from the floor and was now glued to your side. He gently placed a hand on your chest and one on your back. He pushed gently making your chest mimic deep breaths. You both stayed like that for a while before he removed himself from your side. Before you could even thank him, he was up and out of the apartment. Leaving you sitting on his couch questioning everything. 

Once you felt stronger you made your way back to the party to see everyone was significantly drunker than when you had left. You needed to find Jisung to tell him you were leaving, otherwise he would have your head in the morning. You found him in his room, shoved up against the door to prevent any visitors. You shoved your shoulder into the door and it must’ve surprised him because he moved allowing you to enter. He visibly relaxed once he realized it was you. He pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck, “ Everything okay Y/n?” You nodded, “ Yeah, I’m just gonna head out.” He pulled you into a hug and smiled once he let go, “ Text me when you get home, Yeah?” Nodding you left his room and made your way to the door. Only someone decided to block your path. Looking up at the person in front of you, you were once again met with Minho. “Can I help you?” You asked him while looking up at his face. Before you understood what was happening you were in Minho’s arms receiving a hug, “ You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” You were at a loss for words. You were frozen in his arms never expecting this. You felt him rest his chin on your head and he spoke again, “ You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.” That sentence was whispered so you thought that was more a thought he wanted to keep to himself and let out accidentally. You gently put your hands on his chest and gave him a gentle shove and he let you go. He looked down at you with such a soft expression you were surprised he was even capable of such a thing. “ Well you are cute, ah! I mean- you're not cute, but you are? I'm just going to shut up now." And before you could even utter a word he was gone, disappearing into the crowd. 

Finally getting home you immediately got into the shower. Trying to scrub the day away but one thing kept coming up, What the hell did Minho think he was doing? Hugging you? Calling you cute? You were pretty sure the whole hating each other thing was mutual but now you’re not so sure. His actions tonight make you rethink your entire relationship. What little of one you’ve had since you met him. Was it all one sided this entire time? You thought about it all night, resulting in not sleeping much. Your alarm startles you from a light sleep. You open your eyes and have just one thought, Did Minho like you?

You tried to distance yourself from everyone while you grappled with all this new found information. It had been nearly two weeks since that party and Jisung texted that he was having another one tonight. You had practice late but would try to show up afterwards. 

Of course, late practice then ran late and you got to the party nearly 4 hours after it had started. You were seriously behind in terms of alcohol consumption but you weren’t worried, drinking wasn’t really your thing. You found a chair in the corner of the living and just relaxed into it slowly drinking the beer you grabbed. You liked people watching, one of your favorite things. Your activity was interrupted however when a body sat in front of your chair. You knew it was Minho right away. You weren’t sure how you knew but you did. Moving your legs to give him more space he gently grabbed your calves before you could move too far. He placed your legs against his chest while you sat there frozen. “ You had practice?” You could form a coherent thought with his hands still on your legs but the noise you made was enough confirmation for him. He took his hand and began to slightly massage your right calf muscle. You couldn’t help but melt into the chair at his touch. It was so gentle and your legs were so sore. He spent a while on your right leg before moving to the left. Your eyes were getting heavy and already knowing you were in the presence of someone safe you let yourself be consumed by sleep. 

Waking up was normal. Until you opened your eyes. You recognized the sheets the moment you saw them. Your entire body relaxed as you realized you were in Jisungs bed. Slowly throwing the covers off you saw you were now in a shirt and a pair of boxers. Your normal borrowed sleep attire. Walking out of the room and into the kitchen you saw Jisung asleep on the couch. You then heard sounds coming from the kitchen and turned the corner to enter. Only to see Minho standing there shirtless and cooking. You rubbed your eyes and groaned. “ Morning Gorgeous.” You groaned even louder, “ Shut up.” You shuffled your way to the couch and decided the best way to wake up your best friend would be with your body weight. He was laying on his stomach on the couch and you laid across his back on your stomach. He groaned and moved a bit and made it so you could wrap your arms around his abdomen, “ Morning Sungie.”  His answer to you was another groan as he started to roll over. You maneuvered yourself to where you were now laying with your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you before speaking, “ Get up. I gotta pee.” It caused you to break into loud laughter as you got up so he could move. If he hadn’t asked you to move you never would've looked up and seen the clear look of jealousy written across Minho's face. 

Minho’s POV

Minho heard footsteps coming down the hall before he spotted you. Wearing some of Jisung’s clothes. He never liked when you wore Jisung’s clothes. Or any of the members' clothes. Yet you never asked him. You were always distant with him and he never knew why. He smiled at you as you rubbed your face, “ Morning Gorgeous.” He couldn’t help the tone that it came out with. He hated that. Whenever you were around he was completely at your mercy and you had no idea. The only time he could be okay around you was when he was drinking because then he had an excuse if you didn’t want him around. He watched as you made your way over to Jisung and climbed on top of him. He could feel the jealousy already coursing through his veins and he knew to bite his tongue. If he told you everything would change and he wasn’t sure it would be good. He continued to watch as Jisung rolled over and brought you to rest on his chest. Minho felt his chest tightening with the thought that he wished it was himself instead of Jisung. Now Minho knew there was nothing between you and Jisung. The two of you were practically the same person. Minho turned on his heel as Jisung passed him on the way to the bathroom. Moving back to the stove to continue cooking he felt a presence behind him a few moments later. He looked over his shoulder and saw Jisung leaned against the counter staring at Minho, “ What?” It came out a bit snappier than Minho had anticipated. “Hyung, Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Minho hung his head. They had had this conversation so many times. He gave Jisung a look. A look Jisung knew ment, he couldn’t. He was so afraid of change he was willing to suffer because he couldn’t even bear the thought of you leaving the group entirely if you rejected him. He couldn’t let that happen. So he was going to keep his feelings to himself. Although lately it has been really hard. Instead of helping him avoid you, the alcohol was driving him towards you, he was gonna slip up. He just knew. 

Y/n POV

Ever since you saw that one look of jealousy on his face you had been more attuned to Minho then you had ever been before. Honestly it was freaking you out. It was like you could feel him from across the room. The most recent was just a day or so ago when you were all hanging out in the living room of Minho’s dorm. You sat next to Chris on the couch and you liked to play with people's hands when they were talking to you. So in the midst of your conversation with Chris you were playing with his hands in yours. Now, all the boys know you do this and don’t take any issue with it. Except for this time Chris pulled his hands away and put them in his pocket while looking somewhere behind you. It was then that you felt it. It was like someone was burning holes into your back. You whipped around only to catch Minho giving Chris what could only be described as a death glare. 

“Jisung!” You called as you walked into the 3RACHA dorm. Bin looked up from his phone and smiled at you from the couch, “In his room.” You smiled and made your way to his room. Knocking ,” Are you decent?” The door swung open and he gestured for you to come in. You sat on his bed, “ I need help.” He was confused as he sat down next to you, “What do you mean?” 

“I think Minho likes me.”

“Okay?”

“And I don’t know what to do about it or how to feel.”

“And you need my help, with what exactly?”

“I don’t know.”

“Y/n. That's not helpful.” 

You just let out a groan as you threw yourself backwards to lay on his bed.

“Why can’t he just make a move already?”

“Do you want him to?”

“Oh shit. I- I guess I do.”

“Holy shit.”

“Holy shit. I like Minho.”

Jisung started laughing, “ I’m glad you finally figured that out. But how are you gonna tell him?”

“I’m not.”

“Y/n.”

“Jisung.”

“ You’ve had the revelation, now what do you want to do with this new found information?” 

“I really don’t know. Would he even give me a chance with how much of an ass I've been the entire time I’ve known him?”

“Trust me. I know him pretty well. He will.”

“How do I do this?”

“Just tell him?”

“Gosh Jisung. I hadn’t thought of that.” As you playfully smack his arm.

“Wanna make him have no choice but to make a move?” You turn to face him with eyebrows raised. 

“I’ll take care of everything. Just be here tomorrow night at like 9.” You nodded, not making a move to get up.

It was slightly past 9 when you showed up, letting yourself into the dorm to see the guys and some of their girlfriends. Everyone was in matching pajamas with their partners. “Y/n! Your pjs are in Jisung’s room.” You went to his room and changed, coming out to see that you didn’t match Jisung like you thought you would no, you matched Minho. You saw him look from you to Jisung then to himself, taking notice that your pjs matched his. His ears turned bright red. The night started out with movies and games. Now it was nearing 1am and everyone was slightly wine drunk, “ I have an idea!” Jisung pipes up. Everyone turned their attention to the man who now seemed giddy, awaiting an explanation. 

“PEPERO!” He yelled out before running off into his room, returning with a box. You could feel your face heating up. If this was his idea of how to tell Minho, you weren’t sure you liked it. It started off easy with the couples of course going first. Then went to some of the members and lots of hooting and hollering before it was your turn to be matched with someone. “Wait! Let's do it blind folded.” Before you could object there was a piece of cloth covering your eyes, “Open.” Opening your mouth, you feel the pepero placed in your teeth. Sitting on your knees completely blind you waited. It took a while and a lot of coaxing from the others, then there were two hands placed on your cheeks, tilting your head ever so slightly. You could feel the person get quite close but bite before your noses even touched. “Awe c’mon!” You took the blindfold off just in time to see Minho turn towards Jisung, “I’m not gonna just kiss her without consent!” He looked back at you, not expecting you to have taken off the blindfold. “You have consent.” His ears and neck turned red immediately as he shook his head, “What?” You moved your body so you were closer to him, “I said, you have my consent.”  He didn’t want his brain to stop him again. It was sudden, his hands rested gently on your cheeks and brought your face to his. Lips meeting gently. The kiss was slow. Nothing more than two peoples' lips meeting but you could feel like fireworks going off in your heart and the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He pulled away; eyes still closed. The boys were once again yelling. He dropped his hand from your face. He slowly met your gaze to see you smiling. You brought your hand to his face and moved impossibly close to him. Nudging your nose against his you quickly place another short kiss to his lips. Barley above a whisper, “I think I love you” A smile graced his gorgeous features before he replied, "I've been in love with you for 5 years, thanks for finally catching up." 

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A/n: I could try a part 2 but idk, probably be just fluff, or i could make it angsty.

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[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 13: Sneak Attack

Summary: When the Hashiras run into each other while returning from missions, Mitsuri is shocked Muichiro doesn't remember her and decides he deserves a tickly punishment.

Word Count: 2,088

"Who are you?"

Mitsuri didn't know what to say to that.

She was a friendly person, and she deeply admired her fellow Hashira. She tried to bond with them and greatly enjoyed the time they spent together. Admittedly, she hadn't spent as much time with Muichiro as she had with some of the others. Still, it should be enough for him to remember her!

She gaped at him, awkwardly floundering with her hands as she tried to overcome her embarrassment. 

"Ah—well it's me… Mitsuri Kanroji… the Love Hashira?" She said with a confused tilt to her voice that made it seem more like a question. She kept talking until something like recognition bloomed in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh. Did you need something?"

Heat flooded her face as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. This wasn't going how she expected. She simply wanted to say hello to her fellow Hashira and perhaps share a meal, but she hadn't thought he would be so aloof!

"No! I was just—" She cut herself off, noticing the cut on his neck. His whole appearance was disheveled, his uniform was bloodstained, and his right leg was dragging slightly behind his left. She'd noticed it when she first approached him, but his response quickly distracted her from her worry. "Are you hurt?"

"It's only minor injuries. I was going to go to the Butterfly Mansion to be treated." He said, gazing up at the sky.

"Eh?! But–but that's so far from here! It would take days to get there! Especially if your leg is injured!" Mitsuri protested, frantically gesturing with her arms. "There's a house with a wisteria crest nearby! Let's go there instead!"

He stared at her for a long moment with a puzzled look. "What?"

She realized he must've spaced out again. It wasn't surprising; he had always been a bit scatter-brained. "Come on! Let's get you some help!"

The walk took longer than it should have with Muichiro's injured leg. Mitsuri had offered to help and crouched down. He hadn't understood why and stared at her until she stood back up, red-faced and talking rapidly. She was like a little chick that wouldn't stop chirping.

Finally, they arrived at a house and were greeted by an elderly couple. A doctor was summoned for him, and Mitsuri disappeared somewhere during his treatment. His injuries weren't severe. Some cuts and scrapes that were quickly dressed, and there was a break or a sprain or something that Muichiro had lost focus on when the doctor explained it. He was too busy trying to remember the name of a bird he saw through the window.

"Are you feeling better?" 

Muichiro had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the doctor leave or Mitsuri enter. She must have been bathing because her hair was wet and gathered in rivulets around her, except for a section she was gathering and braiding together. It was pretty. He wondered why it was such an odd color.

"I'm fine," He said, standing up and ignoring the pain in his leg. "I'll be leaving now."

"What? But we just got here!" She cried, dropping the half-made braid.

"Our time is more valuable as Hashiras. Every second we waste leads to someone's death. You aren't even injured. Can you afford to waste your time lounging around here?"

Her mouth fell open, and her face turned red again. It took her a moment to compose herself before she spoke. "You're right… but I don't think that's fair! We're humans, not demons! We need to rest and take breaks, or else we can't perform! We'll make mistakes and get hurt!"

Muichiro stared at her, unconvinced and blank-faced, so she continued to blabber on. "Besides! It's morning so no demons are out! And–and I haven't received a new mission yet, so I have nowhere I need to go! And I don't think you've gotten one either!"

He sighed. It was early. It would be at least half a day before the sun set and demons could hunt; his crow hadn't alerted him of any other pressing matters, and the throbbing in his foot worsened when he walked. He supposed he could spend a few hours eating and resting before he pursued his next mission. It had been a long time since he'd had a proper meal, or rest for that matter, but he doubted he'd have enough time for that.

Tilting his head at Mitsuri, he asked, "Do they have food?"

Her entire being brightened. She was radiant. Smiling and laughing, she clapped her hands together and ran out of the room, promising she'd return with food. He sat back down in his provided bed, toying with a few stands of his hair as he tried to replicate her braid.

After a few failed attempts and getting distracted by the chittering of his crow, Mitsuri returned with the couple, carrying a table and large portions of food.

He didn't need to be confined to his bed, but they insisted on bringing everything to him. They probably would have fed him if he'd let them.

Mitsuri proved to be a surprisingly voracious eater. He didn't expect such a dainty girl to eat so much and lost count after her sixth serving. 

The food was good. Warm. Oddly nostalgic. It happened quite often. He'd recognize something familiar. From his old life. The fog around his memories receded just enough for him to recall it without being able to place it; there was never enough to remember anything of value—to unmuddle his mind.

She couldn’t stop talking throughout the meal, either. Mindless chatter and tirades that Muichiro found himself enjoying when he could focus on what she was saying. She didn’t mind when he spaced out and continued on, filling the silence or repeating the question a few times until his attention returned.

“Hm?” He asked, noticing her expectant stare as he tuned back in.

“Do you have any family?” She repeated. She was nice—patient. He knew how easy it was to be annoyed by him. Most people, that he could remember, were.

Before he completely lost focus again, he shifted his gaze back towards Mitsuri instead of the wall it was veering towards.

“I don’t know.” 

If he did have one, he had no memories of them. The thought of it left him with a vague longing and sadness that accompanied every other mention of his past, but it made no difference. The fog never cleared.

“Oh,” For a moment, a remarkably sad look passed over Mitsuri’s face, but it quickly brightened again with an enthusiastic smile. “That’s okay! You can make your own family someday! Soon, I want to get married and have lots of kids! You can too, when you’re older!”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t know her well but couldn’t recall any mention of a partner. “Who are you going to marry?”

Another blush spread as she cupped her hands around her face, laughing nervously. “Well… I don’t know exactly who yet… but I want to marry someone who’s stronger than me. That’s actually why I joined the Corps…”

He thought for a moment. “Gyomei is pretty strong.”

“Yes, but he’s a bit too old for me. And I… already have my eye on someone else!” Her blush grew as she admitted it.

“Who?”

Shaking her head rapidly, she waved him off with a gasp. “No! There’s no way I could tell you that! It’s too embarrassing! And how come you remember Gyomei’s name but you couldn’t remember me?!”

He shrugged. He’d finished his meal and glanced at the bed, debating whether he should rest before he left for his next mission.

Mitsuri smiled, eyes twinkling. "I think I should teach you a lesson! One that you'll never forget!" She exclaimed, shuffling closer to him.

"What do you mean?" 

"It's a method I've mastered over years of training. My—" She lunged at him, rapidly squeezing his sides,"—ultimate tickle attack!"

Muichiro gasped, his eyes widening as he burst into laughter, cringing away from her touch. "Whahat ahare yohohou dohoing?"

"I told you already! I'm teaching you a lesson!" She said, cooing at the adorable noises coming from the younger boy. 

He squirmed at the oddly familiar sensation. He recognized it—tickling—but couldn't quite place it in his memories; there was only a vague sense of warmth and longing. 

His instincts urged him to get away, but he was tired. He was tired, and his leg was injured, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant, and—and in his faint memories, there was only joy.

So he could let Mitsuri have a little fun.

"You're so cute! Cute! Cute! Cute!" She cheered, poking his ribs with each exclamation. 

He squeaked, swatting at her hands as she poked him, making him slowly slink to the ground. With a laugh, she eased his fall, cushioning his head and continuing her attack.

A flush spread across his cheeks, an odd embarrassment coursing through him at her teasing. Cute certainly wasn't a word often used to describe him. He was a Hashira, after all, and not even one of the nicer, bubblier ones like Mitsuri; if anything, she was the cute one. 

But her words didn't bother him as much as he thought they should. It made him oddly warm and light, almost as if he could float away, if not for the ticklish sensations keeping him grounded.

It seemed Mitsuri, who had been distracted by the adorable scene in front of her—Muichiro's reddening ears and cheeks, covered with stray strands of hair that splayed around him or the floor, face pulled into a bright, hesitant smile, his hands that clenched her sleeves, seemingly not intending to intervene with his torment, instead seeking to preoccupy themselves so as to not interrupt, his squirming was an unconscious movement, one that made him lurch and jump and squeak whenever she hit an especially bad spot, but never truly intended to get away—finally remembered what her objective had been with tickling Muichiro.

"Come on! Do you remember now? What's my name?" She cooed, digging into his stomach.

"Mihihi—" he let out a high-pitched noise, something like a squeal, when she moved closer to his bellybutton. 

"MihihitsuhuHUHUHU," he tried again, but the rest of his words were drowned out in loud, surprised laughter as she used one hand to scratch at his belly button, the other scribbling around his torso. That warm feeling spread across his entire body, as if he was enveloped in a hug.

"Mimitsu? Nope, sorry! That's not me!" She teased, giggling to herself and moving her hands down to pinch at his thighs, not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy. "I guess I'll have to keep tickling you until you remember!"

He was back to high-pitched, soft titters at her gentle tickling. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as he laughed; he was nearing his limit.

"Mihihitsuhuri!" 

"Yes! Great job, sweetie! And who am I?"

"Thehehe Lohohove Hahahashihira!"

She grinned, quickly scribbling her fingers under his chin before ceasing her tickling. "Mhm! I think you finally learned your lesson!"

He released her sleeves, giggling quietly to himself for another moment before wiping his eyes and sitting up. Immediately, Mitsuri pulled him into a tight hug, unable to contain her excitement. 

"That was so much fun!" She squealed, still holding him. "It wasn't too bad, was it?"

"No," he was smiling, but it was hard to tell if it was from her affection or a side effect of the tickling that had only just ended.

 Her smile only grew. She tightened her grip ever so slightly, and they stayed there for a long moment, her arms cradling the smaller boy while his cheek rested against her shoulder. Until she began absentmindedly playing with his hair, making him perk up and lightly shove her back to remove himself from the hug.

"Can you show me how to braid hair?"

She gasped, delighted. "Of course!"

It was slow work, teaching him, but Mitsuri was patient and kind and a good teacher, and by the end of it, Muichiro could make a semi-decent braid that she was more than happy to wear. She even gave Muichiro one afterwards, kissing his forehead and allowing him to inspect his new appearance in the mirror.

Maybe, he thought, as Mitsuri happily chattered in his ear afterwards, surprisingly affectionate now that she knew Muichiro didn't mind, taking a break every once and a while wasn't a bad thing.

#my writing #tickle fic #tickling #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #kny tickle #kny #demon slayer tickle #demon slayer #mitsuri kanroji #tokito muichiro #lee!muichiro #ler!mitsuri #ticklish!muichiro

[akutasoda]

chapter four - the elusive trickster

　↳ kitsune!nikolai gogol x reader

warnings - gn!reader, fluff?, slight crack, teasing, wc - 1.2k

you're village was a quaint one. tucked away from the rest of civilization but that's how you're people liked it. it was a hidden gem, so to say, it was quite the sight to behold despite being so small. and a little way off from the village lay the shrine you're people laid gifts upon. however your village had an unusual circumstance when it came to the shrine guardian.

for hundreds of years there had always been a kitsune who looked after the shrine and in turn protected the village as thanks for the offerings. but for a while now that had changed. it seemed the previous guardian had moved on leaving the job to it's next kin. however that next kin didn't seem interested in the slightest. it had never made itself known, only taking offerings, not looking after the shrine and just seeming to be absent.

this had left the shrine in ruin, it was filthy and definitely not how it should look. so when you're village looked for a someone to look after the shrine within your village, you wasted no time in offering to become the new shrine guardian. you were always fascinated by it and hated seeing it in such a state. you had no issues taking on the jobs that needed doing and poured your heart and soul into looking after it.

nikolai was a curious incident. he always knew one day he would have the responsibility of the shrine passed to him, but he didn't want that. he hadn't developed the connection to the shrine and therefore didn't see why he should look after it. that and he thought it was boring and the fact that he always believed in freedom and looking after the shrine would just be tedious and tie him down. therefore he never wanted to be with the shrine.

however, for the meantime he had no other place to reside. but just because he lived there didn't mean he would be there to look after it, only staying to take the offerings and sleep there before leaving again. he only took the offerings because atleast he could use some of them. and even so didn't want people knowing who he was so kept his presence hidden. he never minded how dirty and unkept the shrine became, maybe it would discourage people from visiting - that only half worked.

and to his surprise, on a day he had returned to the shrine, the shrine looked pristine. someone other than him was looking after the shrine. his curiosity peaked a small bit, he was intrigued by whoever would willingly look after a shrine. but thought not much of it otherwise. it just made it easier for him to leave the shrine eventually. so he left it.

but eventually he was looking for something to entertain him and that's when his mind came back to the mysterious caretaker of the shrine. somehow he had yet to catch a glimpse of you and maybe seeing you would peak his interest even more. that was one thing he hated about being a kitsune, they lived for hundreds of years and nikolai could get bored very quickly. it wasn't a good match.

he had first saw you when he waited in the morning to see how you went about your day. his first impression wasn't that much, sure you were pretty attractive but you had yet to show him that you could change his boredom. you had felt something off that day on your way to the shrine, you felt as if a pair of eyes judged your every move. you brushed it off as you not getting a good night sleep and laughed at the idea of the actual shrine's kitsune being there.

the more he watched the more intrigued he became. sure ot was just you doing your normal routine for the shrine, but something made him curious. and one day he had nearly given you a heart attack - not literally but you still curse him for it. he had decided to meet you more in person and what better way to do ot then to sneak up on you. he wasn't trying that hard but you had never expected to encounter the kitsune.

you were minding your own business when you had heard a rather energetic voice behind you. this had greatly surprised you, dropping everything you held, as you had never expected someone to be here, sure people passed to bring offerings but you normally heard them before. and what had made you jump even more was the strangers appearance. his snowy hair tied back in a braid and rather interesting choice of clothes, with one eye covered. you would've thought he were a normal person if it weren't for the foxy ears perched upon his head and the pair of tails behind him.

you had no doubt in your mind that this was your town shrine mysterious kitsune who showed no interest in looking after the shrine or your village for that matter. but just to confirm you half yelled at the kitsune about who he was and what he was doing. and he only confirmed your thoughts. and with that you found a confidence to have a go at the man. while you never minded looking after the shrine, you were still furious he just abandoned his duties and so was your village.

this little outburst made him even more curious about you as afterwards you had quite brutally told him how he can either stay to pitch in and help with HIS duties or stay away. but instead he picked a third option - his curiosity getting the best of him. and from that moment it had started your very complicated relationship with the kitsune that later introduced himself as nikolai.

every day without fail somewat or another you would see nikolai, and boy did he irritate you. he never helped out and instead opted to talk you ear off. wether it be teasing you, asking you all sorts of questions, or simply talking to you about very unrelevant stories. often distracting you or plain annoying you. which then in turn lead to you giving a very snarky remark or if he really had annoyed you - the silent treatment.

nikolai hated the silent treatment. for the first time in years of his life, he had finally found someone that peaked his intrest and he enjoyed being around. he believed that deep down you enjoyed his presence aswell (you did but you would never telling him). so having you give him silent treatment made him pout like a child. but even so he found it too fun to stop even after getting you to talk to him again.

you had grown to enjoy the company. going as far to class him as an acquaintance, then a friend. and him the same, although he classed you as a friend much sooner than you had. while freedom was something he still much hoped to achieve, being at the shrine became less like a curse to him. instead he felt as if he was there by choice, the choice of seeing and spending time with you.

#↛‡ghost stories event‡↚ #x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader

[f1-disaster-bi]

i'll always be there for you. don't you ever doubt that.'' w dando 🫶🏽

Hmm, going to bring back my omega/omega au because I miss it

"He's only pretending to love you because he's stuck with your mating mark on his skin. You fucked up his life, Daniel, and now you're going to fuck up your kid"

It had been two weeks since the confrontation with Michael, and his words were still ringing in Daniel's ears. His disgust lingered, festering in side Daniel despite the reassurances he got from friends and family about the situation.

Lando had almost broken his hand that day.

His sweet little omega had attacked an alpha. He had come home to Daniel cowering under the alpha's anger. He heard the horrible shit and threats Michael was making about taking him to court if the baby turned out to be his, and how Lando should be mated to someone like Michael and not Daniel.

Lando hadn't hesitated.

He had let out a sound that was near animalistic and caught them both by surprise. The moment Michael had looked in Lando’s direction, Lando had been there. Daniel had frozen in awe and horror at the sight of Lando punching Michael to defend him. He'd watched Michael to try escape Lando, but the younger man didn't stop until he had thrown Michael out of their apartment. His fist bloody and bruising but there was only concern for Daniel in his eyes when he had turned ro him.

Daniel still couldn't believe that Lando would do that for him. That he had gone feral to protect Daniel and the life that was growing inside him.

Yet despite that, Daniel still felt at a loss.

He had lost his best friend in a way he had never expected, and part of him couldn't help but feel that Lando might leave too. That Lando would wake up one morning, look at the baby bump and at Daniel and decide that this wasn't what he wanted anymore.

Lando was still young. He was still killing it on track and he wasn't everything that Daniel had never been. He couldn't blame the way alphas and betas looked at Lando because he was amazing, and beautiful and everything Daniel could ever want in his partner.

Deep down he knew that Lando wasn't going to do that, but right now as he sat awake rubbing a hand over where his little one had started to kick him in the spleen, the fear gripped him.

Or at least it did until Lando rolled over and purred as he rubbed his cheek against Daniel’s belly to scent mark the bump.

"Oh!", Lando gasped sleepily, laughing when he felt a little kick under his cheek, "Someone is happy today. Hello baby, are you going to settle so your daddy and I can sleep?"

Daniel purred softly as he felt tears well in his eyes as he dragged his fingers through Lando’s curls as their little one gave another few kicks.

"I know, we can't wait to meet you too. Your daddy and I are waiting for you, you have to grow a little stronger first before you can meet us, little one", Lando laughed, eyes half closed as he smiled before he looked up at Daniel, "But don't you worry. When you get here, we'll be right here. Your Daddy and I will always be there for you"

And Daniel knew he wasn't just talking to their pup, but him too, especially as he said his last words that had Daniel purring loudly and Lando leaning up to kiss him softly.

"Don't ever doubt it. We love you so much already, little one"

#dando #daniel/lando #omega/omega au #lando/daniel

[oftenwantedafton]

The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 5

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, dub con, restraints

Also available on AO3

William slumps into the swivel chair in front of the monitors, his eyes focused on the center screen.

He watches you ease off the bed and pad barefoot around the room, exploring your surroundings, testing your confines for weaknesses, perhaps.

There are none to find.

The kitchen drawer is full of plastic utensils. Cupboards store paper plates and cups and napkins. It will be awhile before he’ll trust you with any sharp metal silverware or ceramic plates and cups that could be shattered and used as a weapon—if he ever even allows it at all. Anything that could even remotely be lifted and used to inflict harm has been bolted down—chairs, table, microwave, DVD player, even the bed frame—literally every appliance and piece of furniture. The light fixtures in the shaded wall sconces are inaccessible. There are no hangers for the clothes; everything is folded in neat piles on shelves that are not removable. The tank on the toilet has no lid. The walls are seamless. It’s impossible to even see where the door is, and it’s beyond reach of the chain at the center of the room, should you plot to attack him when next he enters. Even your high heel sandals have been confiscated, in case you’d thought of using those as a weapon. He’s been planning this very, very carefully. He’s good at it. It’s how he always managed to avoid getting caught for the murders. Alleged murders, of course; no bodies ever found.

You pause before the one-way mirror that’s shatterproof. Your eyes study the ceiling, perhaps trying to determine where the cameras might be. They’re all hidden, of course. It still jolts him when you reach the correct spot and it seems as if you’re staring directly at him. He leans forward a bit. It’s impossible for you to know where they are; sheer coincidence that you’ve paused there.

Eventually you look away and he sighs, leaning back. You follow the chain to the ring it’s tethered to. He sees your shoulders slump. You’ve realized what he’s already determined.

There is no escape.

***

You estimate that you’ve managed a couple hours of sleep at best when you awaken, realizing the nightmare is all too real. You’re trapped, held hostage by someone you’d considered a friend. More than that.

You sit up and try to massage your ankle beneath the shackle. It’s not tight, but maneuvering around with it is uncomfortable and awkward. You decide to use the bathroom, hoping William hadn’t been lying about giving you privacy. You eye the shower. Walk over to the closets. Just as he’d said, linens in one and clothing in the other. The climate in the room is pleasant enough; neither too hot nor too cold. You select some soft looking pajamas, a short sleeve shirt and pants. You half expect the undergarments to be risqué lingerie, surprised to find not all of it is. Modest cotton panties. Sports bras. The sizes are correct, for the most part.

You brush your teeth and unfasten your brassiere and unbutton your dress. The water in the shower is pleasantly hot. The shampoo and soap smell nice. You towel yourself dry and glance at the clothes you’ve piled neatly on the toilet and that’s when it dawns on you: you won’t be able to put the panties or the pajama bottoms on because of the restraint.

You wrap the oversized towel around yourself and sit on the edge of the bed, the clothing now piled beside you. You’re at his mercy. For something as basic as getting dressed. You clench your hands into fists until there are half moon crescents on your palms. You refuse to cry. You think about how worried your mother must be.

A section of the far wall opens and William enters the room. He looks as if he’s had little sleep, too. Clothing rumpled as if he’d slept in it. He probably had.

“Good morning,” he greets you, so casually, as if this is the most normal situation in the world.

“You slept here last night.”

He pauses mid stride. “I did.”

“Were you watching me the entire time?”

“Not the entire. I dozed off a bit.” He stretches and massages his lower spine. “How was the shower?”

“Fine. I can’t get dressed until you take this off.” You stretch your shackled leg out and the chain jangles.

“I’m aware.” He finishes crossing the room and kneels beside the bed. “I’m going to remind you not to do anything foolish.” He rests a hand on your calf. “Your word, now.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

A key concealed in his palm appears, a neat sleight of hand trick. You wonder where it had been squirreled away. It clicks in the lock and the shackle falls open. He reaches for the pile of clothes and finds the panties.

“I can dress myself.”

“When I tell you that you can, yes. You have to earn trust. You of all people should know that.” He lifts one heel and slides it through the leg opening and repeats the process for the other side. Tugs the underwear up until it’s seated just above your bent knees. The pajama pants follow. A pair of white cotton socks next. The shackle closes around your ankle once more.

“I trust you can manage the rest. Did you want anything in particular for breakfast? There’s food here, of course, but maybe you’d prefer a blueberry muffin from that cafe in the food court you like? And mango juice. A reward for your cooperation thus far.”

You shake your head. You feel the urge to cry again overwhelming you. You recall the last time the pair of you had gone there together. Both grumbling about working first shift. His secret smile. Stolen kisses in a nearby out of order bathroom. His mouth still sweet from breakfast.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back this afternoon.” He stands, looking down at you. “Try to have a good day. Don’t mope around. It will only make the time pass slower.” He bends and presses his lips against your forehead, then he turns and leaves.

You bury your face in your hands, finally surrendering to your sorrow.

***

You’re seated in the recliner flipping sightlessly through one of the illustrated ancient Egyptian books you’d found on the shelf when your captor returns.

He looks freshly showered; has clearly taken a detour home before heading back here. How confident he was to leave you unattended for this long. You’ve never seen him wearing anything other than the security uniform. Now he’s clad in dark denim and a long sleeve shirt one shade lighter than the pants. He looks good, and you hate that you still find him attractive. He’s carrying a bag that clearly contains takeout. The smell entices your stomach and it growls loudly.

“How was your day?” He sets the bag on the kitchen table and walks over to you.

“Fine.” You focus your attention back on the book.

He glances over at the kitchenette. “You haven’t eaten.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Not hungry.”

“Your stomach disagrees.”

You shrug and turn the page. You know what you’re doing is dangerous. You know being flippant will not sit well with the older man. You find yourself wanting to be defiant nonetheless. You can’t just succumb to his every whim. You have to still retain some dignity. Some part of yourself that he can’t access.

His hand closes over edge of the book, jerking it away from you. It falls to the floor.

“This behavior is unacceptable.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You force yourself to meet his gaze.

“Don’t try to push my buttons, sweetheart. You’re not going to like the outcome, I assure you.” His fingers clamp around your wrist. “I can bind your hands together. Keep you tied to the bed. Is that what you want?”

“That’s clearly what you'd prefer.”

He siphons through your hair and tugs your head back. Your scalp burns. “Your choice to abuse my good graces.” A zip tie appears from somewhere. Your eyes widen as if you’ve finally realized he’s about to make good on his threats.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize quickly.

“I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you?” He’s got both of your wrists pressed together, the bit of ridged plastic encircling them, ready to be cinched.

“I’m upset because you left me alone for so long.”

He snickers. “You expect me to fall for that?”

“It’s true.” You see him hesitate. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“I…I don’t know. What do you want?” You regret the words the instant they leave your mouth.

He releases your wrists and the restraint disappears. His eyes meet yours. “What do you want?”

Your breath hitches. You swallow thickly. How quickly he always turns things around. Making it seem like the decisions are yours; a false sense of consent and control. As if you are the villain and he is innocent. “A kiss,” you finally reply.

“Miss that already, do you?” He cups your chin.

“Don’t you?”

He nods, leaning over to kiss you.

Your stomach somersaults. Even now, even after what’s he done to you, your body still responds. The warmth spreading in your core. The ache. Your pent up release from the night before still unfulfilled. He doesn’t just kiss you; you kiss him back. You crush against his lips and suck his tongue. He moans and you knot a hand in his shirt, dragging him closer. He allows it, lost in the lust.

This is his weakness. The chink in the armor of the fortress he’s built around you.

This is how you’re going to escape.

***

Japanese cuisine is reheated for dinner. Yakitori, gyoza, shrimp and vegetable tempura and udon noodles. The skewers for the chicken are safely removed before hand, of course.

It’s delicious. You surprise yourself with how much you consume.

William stores the leftovers in the fridge and clears the table. You stand around uncertainly, watching him.

“Want to watch a movie?”

You nod.

“Go pick something out.”

He turns off all but one of the wall sconces and settles into the loveseat across from the wall mounted flatscreen while you scan the titles. You select an action movie at random, slotting it into the player and sit beside William.

The TV sounds overly loud. The first noise you’ve heard that’s not you or the security guard’s voice in awhile. A series of trailers for other movies before the menu screen finally appears.

The older man rests an arm on the back of the couch. He’s eased down a bit, legs slightly spread, getting comfortable. You’re sitting stiffly, tense, wary.

“You don’t look comfortable,” Afton observes.

“I’m okay.”

“Come closer.”

You edge yourself over a small fragment.

“Closer. I won’t bite. Unless you ask.” He grins at you.

Your thigh now rests along his. The arm on the back of the couch drops down, his hand curling over your shoulder, drawing you against his side. There was a time when you would have been deliriously happy to be cuddled with him watching a movie. Now your heart is pounding. An explosion onscreen bathes you in a swathe of bright light.

His free hand rests on your knee. You know where this is going. It slides further upward. Your sex tingles in anticipation.

“I want to touch you,” he says, as if asking for permission. And he is, you realize. This is part of it for him.

You tell yourself you’ll accept because you need to regain his trust. Catch him off guard. Make him think he’s won. “Okay.”

“Want to make you feel good,” he continues. His voice is low, almost swallowed beneath the volume of the movie. He reaches inside of your pajamas, tucking beneath the waistband of your panties this time.

You both moan at that first contact. His long fingers slide through the slick. You’re sopping wet. Your body knows what it wants. William’s breathing is ragged by your cheek. Your pelvis lifts and he works one finger into you.

Another moan. His mouth finds yours. He caresses your clit with his thumb. The perfect amount of pressure. Not too rough like the awkward fumblings your teenage ex boyfriends had attempted. Massaging you against the bone beneath. Sliding lightly over the unhooded nub. Your canal clenches his probing digit and you grind against it. You’ve slid further down the cushions. The chain rattles with every movement.

He withdraws his hand and sucks the taste of you off of his finger. The sound he makes over that flavor. You’ve never heard anything like it before. Such raw desire. It echoes inside of you.

“I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Another somersault and your pussy throbs in response. You nod. He slides to his knees on the rug in front of you and grabs the waistbands of the clothing covering the lower half of your body and tugs down. You bend your unrestrained leg to let the clothing slide free. He shoves the material down your restrained leg and leaves it piled against you mid shin. You part your legs for him and thread your fingers through his raven hair. His tongue swipes across the pink flesh and you see stars.

You’re not going to last. It’s too much. Too perfect. He sucks your clit. His finger stabs back inside you. You’re so wet. You can feel the gush of it. You push his face against your cunt and writhe against him. You’re so close.

He resists your grip, pulling back, his mouth and finger abandoning you. The other hand rests on your inner thigh, the thumb digging in. “Ask me,” he growls.

You frown in frustration. He’d nearly had you there. Why had he stopped? Ask him what?

You’re going to have to earn it.

“Please let me cum,” you beg. You’d say just about anything in that moment. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, I promise…”

His mouth returns and you explode. You can already feel the bruise forming from the hand gripping your thigh. The discomfort is lost amidst the pleasure. Wave after wave of it. He doesn’t let you relax for a long while, making sure he’s wrung it all out of you. Your thighs are shaking. There are aftershocks even when he finally moves away, the nerves still firing.

He’s sitting beside you on the couch once more. You can see your arousal all over his chin and cheeks and nose. You taste it when he kisses you.

He reaches for your hand and presses it against his erection. You don’t hesitate this time. You unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, withdrawing his cock from his briefs. You curl your fingers around his shaft, stroking up and down. He whimpers against your mouth. You’ve never heard him so needy. You don’t have a lot of experience with this, but you think it doesn’t really matter. He’s on the verge of release, too.

“Make me cum all over you,” he pants. You pump his dick faster in your fist. You have to move your hand so much. He’s so large.

He moans your name against the side of your neck and you feel his hot seed spurting over your fingers.

It takes a while for his respirations to decrease, for the trembling to still. He finally gets up to retrieve a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleans you both off. Helps you get redressed. The movie has ended and is now back at the menu screen. He shuts the television and the DVD player off and walks with you back to the bathroom. Teeth brushed. Now escorted back to bed. The lights are still dimmed. He pulls back the sheets and comforter.

“Are you staying with me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” He removes his jeans and climbs into bed, taking the side nearest the wall. You curl up next to him. He covers you both, his arm wrapped snugly around you. The chain’s sound is slightly muffled now. You want to ask him to remove it, but you don’t dare risk it. You’ve made progress tonight. He’s calmer now. Subdued.

“Whatever you’re planning, forget it,” he whispers against your ear before kissing your cheek. “Goodnight.”

Your stomach lurches. He knew. This entire time, he knew. There is no outsmarting him.

Your eyes refuse to close.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #dave miller x you #dave miller x reader #fnaf fanfic

[ladysanza]

Jonsa - The Americans Au inspired

Right hand firm, she slowly stands the gun from the side table and points at the door. The clock-lamp says its only midnight but, in her mind, it could have been anytime at all. Between feeds, naps, changings and crying – God, so much crying – she doesn’t have a sense of time anymore, she just knows that she finally managed a quick shower and that she should probably get some sleep now, even though she knows that she won’t.

Not that it matters anymore.

There is someone inside her house.

Please don’t wake up, she begs internally as she slides the bassinet under the bed without taking her eyes from the damn door. She can hear the steps approaching, whoever it is it’s not even trying to be quiet. They must be in the very last flight of stairs now… and coming directly to the room. She puts her back to the wall right next to the entrance and looks at the handle slowly turning…

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After a day of sneaking around, trying not to get caught as he made sure those recorders were inside the office of the Secretary of Defense himself, the last place Jon expects to be attacked is inside his own home by his own wife. But as soon as he opened the bedroom’s door she had him face on the floor, knee on his neck and a gun to the back of his head.

“What the fuck?? Sansa, it’s me!” he tries to say while getting a tight grip on his hair.

She is breathing hard and not letting go of him.

“Sansa, breathe, it’s me” he asks calmly and then more softly “Let go of my head, love”. That seems to snap her out of it, and she relaxes her hand while slowly sliding her knee of to the side.

He winces and starts to turn on his back. She was not joking around. If he was anyone else, he would have a bullet making home in his skull right now.

“Jon?” she asks, and he can hear the tremble in her voice “No harm done” he says, taking the gun from her and reaching to put above the bed. “Come here” he takes her to lie above him, shushing her as she sobs on his neck.

He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows she is good in combat, has seen it firsthand a few times. But Sansa’s abilities have always fallen more on the realm of disguise, manipulation and perfect to a t strategic planning. She has half of this suburban neighborhood in love with her and if anyone asked, yes, the Snows are as normal as a young couple can be, with just the right amount of American pride and cynicism towards their government. Nothing to see.

“You told me you would be home late; how could I forget that?” she says once she is calmer.

“It’s ok, we are both tired.”

“I almost killed you, Jon! Trust me” and he can hear the desperation in her voice.

“oh, I trust you all right, but you didn’t” he says making her look in at him “you didn’t.’’

“How can you be so calm?” He sighs and the movement makes him aware of a throbbing on several different parts of him. He is going to take at least two Tylenols before going to sleep tonight. “We hardly live normal lives and the matter of fact is, we are tired, you even more so with Lyra all the time insi”- he pauses looking around – “Sansa, where is Lyra?” he asks starting to feel a panic bloom in his chest.

“Oh” she jumps from the floor and goes to the side of the bed “I put her under the bed.”

He goes close to her while she gently pulls the bassinet.

 “I can’t believe she didn’t wake up after all this.”

She really didn’t seem bothered at all, Jon noticed, while looking at his sleeping daughter. Every day he comes home and he is amazed anew when he looks at her. Not too long ago he didn’t even dare entertain the thoughts of having a family of his own. And now they have Lyra. The moonlight coming from the window makes her look like a little angel delivered to them straight from heaven.

“Sometimes when she is sleeping.” Sansa breaks the silence “I get scared that she isn’t breathing. So, I just stay up looking at her. Seeing if her chest is moving.”

He frowns.

He did not know that.

“After finishing this assignment today” he says pulling her to him “I don’t think we are going to be called for another task for some time. You will sleep more; I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thank you” she says softly.

He kisses her shoulder “We are a team.”

“Perhaps you can start wearing a bell then.”

“Too soon” he says even though he chuckles.

“Jon” she turns in his arms, serious “I am so, so sorry.”

“I know Sans” he kisses her forehead and then her lips for good measure “I know.”

#jonsa #jonsafic #jonsa fanfiction #my edit #the americans au #jon snow/sansa stark

[krikeymate]

Fictober 2023: Day 9: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” - Tara's always being underestimated. Fandom: Scream Rating: T Warnings: Knife mention.

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“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Sam refuses to be anything other than confident. Tara’s watching, and she needs to know that Sam believes in her, that they can do this.

A single moment of doubt right now could break them, the thin veil between life and death held up only by shaky hands and a cocksure tone.

She’s helpless to do anything other than watch as the robed bastard before her tightens his grip on Tara’s neck, gloved fingers visibly flexing. A power move, deliberate.

He thinks he’s in control.

They’re going to prove him otherwise… she hopes. She knows.

The only thing keeping Sam’s barely restrained panic under control is the look on Tara’s face, it’s all determination. There’s no fear, not this time.

Her sister believes in her, it’s time for Sam to do the same.

Ghostface laughs. Loud and mocking.

He hopes to intimidate her.

It does the opposite.

There’s a crackle to the voice modulator, a cheap imitation. They couldn’t even get that right.

This is nothing more than a boy playing dress up. He can put on his daddy’s suit, it doesn’t make him a man.

Tara eats shitheads like that for breakfast.

A wide grin slips onto her face. She can’t deny the satisfaction she feels in the way Ghostface shuffles, uncomfortable with her response.

“DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?” he roars at her, enraged.

Now that she’s noticed it, all she can see is the way they try too hard.

Ghostface doesn’t try, they do.

It’s a little insulting actually.

Who were they kidding, thinking they could take on Sam and her sister. They’ve left five corpses behind them, and this upjumped little brat thinks that they of all people could be the one to kill them?

What a joke.

Tara rolls her eyes from his hold, unconcerned and ready for this to end. Her gaze meets Sam’s, questioning.

She tilts her head in response. I’m ready when you are.

Ghostface is half way through screaming LOOK AT ME when Tara pulls forward, taking them by surprise. Their hand slips from her neck, unprepared – a joke to the Ghostface name – but Tara doesn’t just take the opportunity to escape from their hold, she bites down, gloved fingers caught between her teeth.

They howl in pain, lashing out with their free arm, but Sam is ready and leaping forward to grab at the flying fist before it connects with her sister.

Tara slips a hand between the robes of the intruder as Sam thrusts an arm against their neck and throws them backwards, the two of them crashing into the wall.

The knife Tara pickpockets from their attacker shines in the light, blade sharp and fresh. New, unchristened. She doubts this fool has ever even used it before.

Those who go to a test without studying are destined to fail, and something tells Tara that this Ghostface has never read a book in their life.

She steps forward, enjoying the role reversal as they struggle against Sam’s hold.

“Have you ever hurt someone?” Tara asks quietly, knife held aloft, tip resting against the eye of their mask.

It’s rhetorical. Tara doesn’t expect an answer, and Ghostface doesn’t give her one.

A thrill races through Sam as the attacker stills in her hold. Tara’s words were barely more than a whisper, but they held more power than this worm could manage screaming.

That’s what it means to be Ghostface.

Effortless power, control bending down in subservience. Giving itself up.

Tara slides the blade down the mask, leaving an open wound in the rubber, until it reaches under the chin. She pushes up, nudging the mask, and Sam takes the hint, removing it entirely.

Sam glances to her sister, watching as her eyes darken.

“Let’s play a game.”

#/mp #fictober23 #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #this is my least favourite so far. i'm not happy with what i've written.

[brucenorris007]

“Game Sonic doesn’t have it in him to kill Eggman.” -Someone on IG comparing Movie Sonic to Game Sonic per something written in StH 2′s script. Have... have you played or even seen the Sonic games? Especially those prior to Forces and Frontiers?

Okay, maybe that’s somewhat unwarranted. Still.

He doesn’t prioritize killing Eggman the way Shadow occasionally or Omega (always) do, but he’s not exactly opposed to seeing, ah, spilled yolk on any sort of principle, either. Eggman just doesn’t occupy anymore space in Sonic’s mind than he warrants at any given moment; the doctor might be obsessed with crushing this teenager who keeps humiliating him, but the reverse?

Sonic at one point says, when asked in Sonic X where Eggman is on a day he’s not actively destroying things or hurting people:

“I don’t care.”

Newer iterations of the blue blur confuse it a bit–starting around Lost World, I believe–but let’s go down the Games timeline; explore the evolution of Sonic’s general attitude toward killing and by extension, cracking the egg.

Classic Sonic is a younger, less powerful and perhaps more unhinged hedgehog. Like I said in another post, Sonic’s first priority is doing what’s Cool; stomping Eggman’s machines and rescuing his animal friends have fit his personal definition of cool from day one.

Every time Sonic and Eggman clash, Sonic stops attacking once Eggman does; that is, once his contraption of the week gets thrashed. Eggman’s smart enough to flee by that point, and while Sonic would keep fighting if the doctor attacked him again, striking an enemy in the back while they’re running away doesn’t fit his definition of Cool.

Sonic doesn’t go out of his way to kill an enemy who isn’t actively trying to kill him, but neither does he go out of his way to save Eggman from falls that could easily end his life. (Refer to: The conclusion of most fights between Robotnik and Super Sonic pre-Dreamcast era)

A trend that carries through at least Sonic Unleashed; if Sonic had a truly immovable stance against killing Eggman, he wouldn’t just stand by and watch his contraptions fall to pieces around him until the doctor spirals in just a pod or console seat at terminal velocity per Sonic 06. I wouldn’t be surprised if Eggman keeps Heal Units on hand for personal use when cartoon physics aren’t enough to prevent grievous injury.

I predict this is going to get longer than I expected; have a cut.

And Eggman knows this. After so many years as arch-enemies, how could he not recognize the pattern? Factor it into his schemes and calculations, his fail safes, however much he loathes the idea of losing again?

There are two Mobians in the franchise who consistently hold back and put a check on themselves out of consideration for others. Two Mobians who, should either snap, are capable several times over of wreaking untold havoc across the planet and ending the doctor’s career in evil permanently.

Knuckles, and Sonic.

This echidna is strong enough to trigger a fault line that can sever an entire zone off of Angel Island with a single blow; who, coupled with his familiarity with chaos energy and channeling the merest fraction of the M.E., can sucker punch someone out of their Super state. Destined Child’s self-control of his strength is a more significant act of kindness than just about anything else he could do.

And Sonic’s maximum speed, in his normal state, cannot be accurately measured even by Eggman’s machines. Oh, he can work out medians and means for the hedgehog’s typical velocity, enough that his robots can put up a decent fight and track/predict the blue blur’s movements.

But Sonic pulls stunts that should not be possible even in the fantastic world of Mobius on the daily; he’s fast enough that he can and has joked about light speed being casual for him, and at one point in his career he outran a black hole for upwards of half a minute. Again, without the aid of his Super state.

Sonic’s reasons for holding back coincide with Knuckles’ somewhat, but they don’t match one to one. A) He holds back for others’ sake and safety: pulling a friend along when he pours on a speed boost, pacing himself when he’s carrying someone (often, though not limited to, princesses...) and, one can infer, limiting himself to just fast enough to break the sound barrier most of the time so he doesn’t constantly destroy/reshape the terrain he’s running on. Sonic’s a rebel, and he enjoys breaking stuff, but only when he’s making a point through the stuff he’s breaking. Aimless destruction isn’t quite his wheelhouse.

And B) he holds back for the sake of having more fun. There are a lot of reasons Sonic’s persisted as a character for three decades now, and one of them, setting him apart from a lot of other ‘cool’ stoic characters I could name, is that Having Fun falls under his definition of Cool.

This is the only way Sonic’s approach to things in the Riders games, his rivalry with Jet in particular, makes any kind of sense; he chooses to race using Extreme Gear because the sport, the banter, the push toward the finish line alongside his best friends are fun, he enjoys all those things. If beating Jet or proving that he’s faster was truly the highest priority for him, he’d ditch the board and just break a half dozen laws of physics on foot like he always does.

Like I mentioned, Eggman’s aware of that; of the fact that Destined Child and Some Guy are, 99% of the time, exercising self-restraint. And factors it into his schemes. He doesn’t quite fear Knuckles snapping as much, since there are years of evidence proving that taking advantage of the echidna’s naivete isn’t enough to make him lose it, and because he understands that Knuckles sees himself as a Guardian on and off of Angel Island. Born to protect; only harming in service to that role, and certainly not to kill.

Compared to Knuckles, Sonic’s conditions for losing it, for going berserk are much more apparent; namely excessive, grievous harm to his friends. In particular, his best friend Tails.

There’s a reason why Eggman ejected Sonic from the ARK in a time bomb space pod in SA2 before facing off with the fox, and it wasn’t simply because he was outnumbered. He was holding Amy hostage with Tails in the room well before Sonic arrived. He could have demanded Tails exit the Cyclone and killed the fox. He didn’t need two hostages.

But he knew better than to think he could predict how Sonic would react to seeing his sidekick (in Eggman’s mind) motionless on the floor of the ARK. Worse case scenario, four bodies end up careening in free fall towards the Earth’s atmosphere.

Eggman knows Sonic has it in him to kill; are other Mobians more likely to try killing him? Yes, but the possibility still figures into Eggman’s plans and is one of the reasons the blue hedgehog occupies most of the doctor’s attention, second to his obsession with returning all the humiliation Sonic’s visited on him over the years.

All that being said, there is a moment in Sonic’s career that marks the beginning of a shift in his attitude toward killing.

Emerl.

Gemerl’s predecessor and the focal point/main character of Sonic Battle, for the uninformed.

Sonic found this battered robot, abandoned by Eggman in a fit of impatience and frustration; this machine designed to be the ultimate combat weapon, capable of observing and evolving based on those it interacts with like a whole-ass person would. In the penultimate chapter of the game, Emerl acquires the seventh chaos emerald and achieves a perilous state where the right words might make or break the world, and Shadow picks the right ones that allow Emerl to function autonomously without posing a danger to the planet.

Obviously, in the ultimate chapter, Eggman has to come and fuck that up.

With Emerl out of control and beyond the reach of words or reason and only minutes between him and the planet’s destruction, Sonic has no choice but to destroy–to kill–this robot he practically raised like a child of his own to save the world.

Sonic doesn’t hesitate in doing so, though it’s clear he doesn’t want to. And of course, it affects him.

It’s that moment that begins to change his attitude from “I don’t kill in cold blood/don’t kill anyone with their back to me or running away” to “I don’t kill if I can help it.”

Make no mistake, though: Sonic wouldn’t shed a single tear for Eggman’s funeral. At most, he’d consider life marginally more boring without an arch nemesis and then get over it.

Sonic is capable of cracking the egg; he prefers avoiding it, but under the right circumstances, avoiding it falls way down his list of priorities.

To this day in the games, Eggman doesn’t go after the hedgehog’s friends in earnest until he believes the blue blur has been dealt with first.

That is very, very intentional on his part.

@generic-sonic-fan

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