#so they kept him alive just so they could keep putting him in future games

[sonnyleaves]

I am considerably less excited for Yakuza 8 now with Kiryu as a secondary protagonist ￣へ￣

#I was so hyped for Ichiban's story to continue!!! #But now... #Look I love Kiryu #But RGG just can't let him go #He did not need to be in at least three other Yakuza games #but they shoved him in there #they are terrified of making a yakuza game that doesn't include him #and I don't understand why #Like a Dragon was a completely new cast and it was fantastic! #I feel like I was one of the only people who were completely unenthused when Kiryu showed up in that game #he didn't need to be there #not to mention the fucking trainwreck that was Yakuza 6 #the final chapter of Kiryu's story— FUCK OFF! #the only way his story could end is either one final happy ending or in death #and they don't have the balls to kill him #so they kept him alive just so they could keep putting him in future games #Yakuza 6's marketing was a god-damn lie #rgg please #let this man rest #let Ichiban have his time in the sun #he's a great protagonist with a great character #let him carry the future games on his own with his friends #Kiryu go take a nap #yakuza #ryo ga gotoku #kazuma kiryu #ichiban kasuga #rant over

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake. 

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

#chxrrys fic recs #chxrrys masterlist #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #andy barber #ari levinson #chris evans fic recs #steve rogers fic recs

[dragon-kazansky]

Veil of the dreamless

Morpheus x Reader

A cursed Morpheus holds your father prisoner when he enters The Dreaming without permission. You, also able to enter the realm, take his place. Now a prionser to the Dream Lord, you do all you can to learn about the curse and hopefully break it.

{Masterlist}

{Next Chapter}

Chapter One - Village of the dreamless

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In a small village in the English countryside you lived with your father in his workshop. You had lived there all your life.

When your mother passed away your father threw himself into his inventions. The money he made from them was enough to keep a roof over your head, and it kept you fed.

You love your father. He is a wonderful man. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you.

You come downstairs and smile as you see him hunched over his desk. He's working on the clockwork of your cuckoo clock. The one he made you before you were born. Every so often, it needed fixing up.

"Is it going to work?" You ask, kissing his cheek softly and looking at all the parts.

"It will. Just needs some replacing."

You smile and grab your basket. "I'm going to head into town. Do you want anything while I'm out?"

"No, dear. I don't think so."

You chuckle softly and take your leave.

The village was alive today. People shopping, running errands, children playing games in the street. It was a lovely little village where everyone knew everyone.

Your dearest friend Robert, or Hob as you called him, was just opening his book store. He waves at you come over.

"Good morning."

You chuckle softly. "Morning, Hob."

"I have that book you asked for." He grins.

"Oh, thank you! I'll come get it on the way back."

"I'll hold it for you. How's your father?"

"He's well. Working hard," you tell him.

"Tell him I said thank you for mending my radio."

"Of course."

You wave at him as you walk on, a smile on your face. You pick up some groceries and some fresh bread from the bakery. You window shop at the tailor's and make a wish st the fountain in the square. On your way back, you pick up the book and leave Hob some goodies you picked up earlier.

As you make your way back home, you pass the tavern. It was early yet, but there was a woman waiting outside. She looked up at you and smiled as you walked past. You smiled back, trying to be friendly. The way she looked at you caused a shiver to run down your spine. You looked away to focus on the path, but risked a glance back. She was gone.

You shook it off and carried on walking.

Your father was still working away on his inventions when you returned. You put the groceries away and decided to start that book Hob gave you.

It's an old book about dreams. A rumoured realm called 'The Dreaming' or 'The Dreamscape'. Apparently, a long time ago, such a realm existed, and it allowed people to dream at night. Dreams were unheard of. Except for the kind which are considered wishes for the future, but as for Dreaming while asleep, they were not real. No one ever saw images or people or places while asleep.

You went to sleep, and you would wake up again later. That was it.

The concept of dreaming was fascinating to you. You recall a memory from your childhood. A memory of your mother. She once claimed she could dream, as could your father, but he always denied such a thing. People thought she was crazy. She would ask you every morning if you had dreamt, but your answer was always no.

She would smile and say "maybe next time."

Eventually, she got sick. They called it the Sleepy Sickness. She never woke up, and eventually, she died. Your father was distraught.

The idea of dreaming had played on your mind long after she passed away. When Hob opened his bookstore, you searched every shelf for anything on dreaming. He claimed to have nothing, but be knew of such a book.

It took him months to get it. Now it was in your hands.

A realm. A palace. A king.

It was hard to put the book down. This book was written long ago. The pages were handwritten. It was more of a journal than anything.

You're not sure how much time has passed. At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake, it's dark out. You find the book open on the sofa beside you. It had slid off your lap. You close it gently and grab it as you stand. You're about to make your way up to bed when you spot your father hunched over his desk. You chuckle.

"Father." You gently try to shake him awake. He doesn't budge. You chuckle and decide to just leave him. He has slept at his desk before.

You head on up to bed.

The next morning, you come downstairs, ready to make breakfast for you and your father. You reach the bottom stair and say cheerfully, "good morning, father!"

You are met with silence.

"Father? Good morning."

Still nothing.

You look around the house. He is not at his desk. He is not in the kitchen. He is not in the garden or near the vegetable patch beside the house. You see no sign of him along the patheading to your home. You frown.

There isn't even a note.

You grab your coat and decide to head into town. Perhaps you will find him at one of his favourite spots.

You pass the bakery, he is not there. You pass the tavern, too early to be open. You pass the tailors. He's only just unlocking the door. You reach the bookshop. Hob is open and awaiting customers. You pop in.

"Hello, Hob. Has my father come by?" You ask him.

"Haven't seen him. You're the first soul through my door today. Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm sure he's fine. He just wasn't at home when I woke up, and I didn't see a note. Perhaps he just went for a walk."

"He's probably already back at home." Hob offers you a smile. "How is the book?" He asks.

"Fascinating! Do you think it exists? The realm of dreams?"

He chuckles softly. "I do."

You catch the glint in his eye as he smiles. It's a cheeky smile, one that makes you wonder what kind of man Hob is. Despite knowing him for quite some time, there's still a lot you don't know about him.

"I'll try and finish it soon. I fell asleep reading it."

"Did you?" He asks curiously. "Did anything happen?"

"No. Well, except for my father leaving without a word. Though he's probably back at home, like you said."

Hob has a curious expression on his face. You're not quite sure what to make of it.

"Better head home and see."

You nod and smile softly. You can't help worrying, though. It's not like him to disappear without telling you. You head back home.

When you arrive at the house you find it juat ad empty as when you left. You sigh softly. Where had he gone? It wasn't like your father to leave without telling you. You peer out toward the shed. His wagon was still there, so he wasn't out on a job either.

Deciding to get something to eat and wait a while, you head to the kitchen. He would show up eventually, you were sure.

Hours passed.

Not a single sign of him. Hob came by to check in on you, but when he saw the look on your face, he grew concerned. He stayed with you until dark. He offered to sleep on the couch, but you told him to head on home. He left, telling you to contact him if you need him. You agreed.

The hour grew late. Your father did not appear. You become worried sick. Your worry eats away at you. You stay awake for hours. You try so hard to fight sleep, but you just can't leep your eyes open.

You fall asleep on the sofa.

You feel a gentle breeze on your face. You open your eyes and find yourself staring at a dark and cloudy sky. You take a few moments to ground yourself before sitting up. A small gasp escapes you as you find yourself staring at a palace. It's a tall, dark looking building, one in great disrepair by the looks of it. Windows were broken and a lot of the structure was damaged.

You're stand up and look across the long abandoned bridge that leads to the palace. You have no idea where you are, but suddenly, words from that journal come to mind. Descriptions of the palace that seem to match the one in front of you.

We're you... dreaming?

You look around. There is not another soul in sight. A caw can be heard from above you, and you look up in time to see a bird fly over you and into the palace.

You decide to follow it.

Passing over the bridge, you become filled with dread. There is no one else around. The place was dark and looked long since abandoned. This place was nothing the place you read about in that book.

You reach the doors to the palace and slip through the open crack between them. The main entrance is also empty and dark. Your footsteps echo through the room.

You only go in a few steps as you look around. "Hello? Is anyone home?" You called out. You get no response.

There is a fire lit nearby. You walk over and find an untouched glass of wine and an untouched plate of food. You look around cautiously. Something feels very wrong here.

You explore further into the palace. The sound of a bird flapping its wings echoes from down the hall. You decide to follow it. It almost feels like it's leading you somewhere.

You head down a dark hall and down a dark staircase. The whole place is poorly lit. However, venturing into the darkness proves to be worth it. You're lead to what looks like a cell. You rise over to the bars.

"Father?"

His head pops up, and he gasps. He joins you at the bars and grabs your hands.

"You can't be here!"

"What are you talking about? Where is this place? You've been gone all day!"

"A day...? Is that all?"

"What do you mean? Father, what's happening? Where are we?" You ask him desperately.

"You must leave!'

"Not without you. Tell me what's happening."

He looks at you with sad eyes. "I've been here for days... Time works differently here."

"What do you mean...?" You ask softly.

"We're in The Dreaming..."

You stare at him. "The Dreaming...?"

He nods his head. "Your mother did not lie to you when she said we could dream... her family has always been able to dream since the fall of the king. When I married her, her blessing was passed onto me, so it was inevitable you would gain this ability too."

"What are you talking about?" You plead with him to tell you.

"This is the Dreamscape. The realm of Dreams and Nightmares. The king of Dreams rules this realm. I didn't mean to come here, but I clearly wasn't strong enough to shut him out..."

"Father..."

"You're in danger just being here." He looks at you desperately. "You must go."

"I can't go without you! Come on, there has to be a way to get you out."

"No!" He yells in panic.

The sound of a door slamming open can be heard down the hall, and footsteps follow. You look into the dark.

"He's here..." Your father whispers.

"Who? Who is coming?"

"The Nightmare man..."

A figure lurks in the shadows, blanketed by the dark. You can just about make out someone standing there, but you can't see clearly what they look like.

"Another trespasser in my palace." His voice is deep and growly. He sounds angry. "Tresspassers will be punished."

You stand up tall and glare into the dark.

"Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Don't." You are father begs you.

"I am the King of Nightmares, and you shouldn't be here, little one."

"Let my father go!"

A moment of silence passes as you stare into the dark eyes watching you. His eyes are narrowed. He shifts. You catch sight of a feather.

"Show yourself. Come into the light."

Your father begs you to stop, but you don't listen. The figure in the dark steps out into the light and you feel all air leave your lungs.

The monster is real.

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@littleblackcatinwonderland - @kpopgirlbtssvt - @missdreamofendless -

#veil of the dreamless #morpheus x reader #the sandman #beauty and the beast au #au #dragon writes

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Time travel, it's a funny thing really, even funnier when you take in account all the different interpretations of its inner workings. So, what if we take out boy Spider, and put him in yet another ridiculous situation like we usually do? By that I mean sending him back before even the events of the first film and letting the chaos ensue.

Spider being, well, himself wants to fix whatever he can because he's just built like that. Problem with that is time doesn't like being messed with and will throw hands to keep things as they are. What now? you may ask. Well, Spider is not one to give up easily, he'll roll up his non existing sleeves, put on his game face and.... fail miserably, dyeing a horrible death in the process.

And what now? you may ask again. You're right to be confused, but you're forgetting that there's still a baby to be born to one of the worst of the demons and a pilot, one who is yet to even be called Spider. That's right, this is a time loop.

This one will live trough life, doing the same things as the first one, getting sent back, until he too fails the same way. Then the next one, and the one after that, will do the same, on and on until, eventually, one decides to leave behind a clue for his (future/present/past?) self, just in case. And the dominoes start falling from there.

I won't go into detail of what he does because it would be way to long, but it's basically millions upon millions of tries until he get's to the "golden" run, where he's basically herding people around into "safe spots" without them knowing. Yes, he did throw a fire extinguisher at Quaritch so he would miss Grace's vitals, she still had to transfer but it worked this time (thus Kiri being born, but with her bio mom being alive and well. I leave the rest to your imagination.)

That leaves us with pretty much everyone alive (Yes, Sylwanin is alive. That's how far back he went) and casualties on the human side being kept to a minimum.

All anyone clearly saw of future Spider was the human stranger with dreaded hair, standing over Quaritch's dead body right outside the shack Jake was in ( kinda dark, I know), leading to him becoming kind of his own legend amongst the na'vi (they do figure out he's been helping them all along, their not dumb) This is also why Jake decided to dread his hair, in honor of the stranger who was saving their asses from the background.

Sadly, Spider does die one final time, sufferings from an injury he got while saving Tsu'tey from doing that funny fall. That does fix the paradox of there being two Spiders sooo, win I guess?

After that, everything goes on as normal as it can be, what with everyone being alive and all. They do eventually find the clues left behind by the MANY Spiders and piece together what happened, they don't believe it at first, but all of that, combined with Spider growing up and becoming a spiting image of the stranger leaves them with little else (Imagine learning that your sister, father and a bunch of other important people to you are still alive only because the boy you hate for being the "Spawn of that demon" was sent back in time countless times, died countless deaths, all so everyone else could have a happier life, couldn't be me)

I'm also imagining that Eywa (She's more like a literal goddess here, not full on cosmic being, but enough to see trough time) saw all of it and at the half way point was like "PLEASE STOP! Even one was enough, just please!" all the while the embodiment of Spider's will was cackling like a gremlin " I ain't even half way done!"

Best of all, Miguel O'Hara can't do shit about it (The time loop is a cannon event)

So yeah, that's my thingy to you, a bit long (sorry!) but it is there.

Ooh, well I haven't seen a Spider time travel fic yet, only ones with the other Sully's or with the people from the first movie coming forward in time.

I do loooove a time loop, it's like a little mystery to figure out exactly how the perfect series of events can pan out. I love that Quaritch still dies though, that makes me happy. Spider of COURSE had to throw a fire extinguisher.

I am fascinated by how lonely his time in the past must have been. Especially if he was still a teenage boy. And if he went back as far as saving Sylwanin, dude was like so fucking old by the time they made it to the end there. He was older than Neytiri then so his ass was like nearing the end of middle aged. His bones are creaking their way around the forest. Where did he fucking live, how did he have the supplies to breathe and care for his human needs, how did no one notice him for like forty years?? So many questions.

Also hilarious to imply Eywa had nothing at all to do with this and was just watching.

#eywa like well i didn't do that #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #miles quaritch #grace augustine #kiri sully #sylwanin #jake sully #neytiri sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[cellythefloshie]

;; Fine Line Chapter Four of Alone With You Dedicated to @miracleonice87

Table of Contents Chapter Three «« 🏙️ »» Chapter Five

Summary: Estelle and Mat deal with the complicated aftershock of their hookup. Meanwhile, Anthony and Dani address the tension between them that had been building longer than either of them realized. Kinks & TW: brother's best friend, anywhere but the bed sex, nipple piercings, marking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie Word Count: 5161

New York. 

It had been 14 days since Anthony and the Vancouver Canucks had visited New York and walked away with a victory - and in those two weeks since her brother had left them for the last time until the end of the season, Estelle and Mat hadn’t spoken a single word to one another. Their one night together had led to an awkwardness Estelle couldn’t quite identify. Their lives became soundtracked by nothing more than the opening and closing of bedroom doors, and they each had isolated themselves in their respective spaces - Estelle patiently waiting for his next road trip for maybe then she would have the courage to pack her bag and go home. 

She had been in the middle of doing so with the intention of leaving nothing more than a note for Mat when her plans had changed in a fraction of a second. She had been listening to the Boston vs Islanders game while packing her bag. It was then Estelle heard the call that Mat was injured, and she had made it to the TV screen just in time to watch the replay. Her heart sunk low in her chest as she watched him take a seemingly innocent hit into the boards before trying to make a play - but his skating was limited. He was hurt, though you wouldn’t have guessed it from the expression on his face. 

Estelle had watched enough hockey to know that even clean hits could end in injury, and before they had announced he would not be returning to the game, she was unpacking her bag and returning to her bedroom. 

From the moment he had returned home, put on the team’s injured reserve for the foreseeable future, it had been just the two of them in the apartment. They merely coexisted, with Estelle making sure he had something to eat at meal times and Mat cleaning up after himself. It was a peaceful balance fueled by only the words that needed to be said instead of what should have been said. 

Estelle should have told him why she had left him alone that night. She should have told him that she craved for it to be more than just one desperate night. That she craved his hands on her body - that his touch still lingered on her skin in a ghost of a touch, like an invisible burn on her skin. It was eating her alive, seeing him there and being so desperate for him that she kept herself hidden away - combating her lack of self-control and the insistent voice in her mind that told her wanting him was wrong. He must have thought so too, or maybe it had been exactly what she had concluded it would be, a one-night stand with her brother’s best friend. 

Keeping her head down, Estelle worked on throwing together a snack in the kitchen. She hid behind her face framing bangs, an oversized sweatshirt and left open cupboard doors as if Mat couldn’t hear her from where he was watching tv in the living room. It was naive of her to think she would go unnoticed, that Mat would uphold the silence that had plagued them for 14 days - but then he spoke, his voice sending her jumping in place as she stood in the kitchen, “Do you regret it?”

Estelle let her gaze rise from the counter, from the empty plate that was still waiting to be filled, and she looked to Mat who hadn’t even turned in place to look at her. 

“What?”

“Do you regret sleeping with me?”His words were so blunt it left her holding her breath as she took a careful stride towards the couch. Estelle’s lips parted to speak, but Mat wasn’t done, “because I can’t stop fucking thinking about it-”

“I don’t,” Estelle blurted out, her words cutting Mat off. The moment he had heard her, his neck snapped back, completely forgetting the television and giving her his full and undivided attention. 

“Then why did you leave the bed in the middle of the night?” His question stung, even if he had every right to ask it. 

It earned the meek shrug of her shoulders, her gaze dropping to the floor as she muttered, “I don’t know, it seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Come here?” Mat requested, his voice soft, and she didn’t hesitate. She rounded the side of the couch and settled into her place on the couch. The space between them, a singular couch cushion, had once been reserved for Anthony, but Mat was leaning in through the vacancy, his arm reaching out to drape around her shoulders. He drew her in, her slender body meeting his muscular. It sent a shudder down her spine. There was something about his touch that both calmed and excited her. His warmth painted a smile across her features as she looked at him only to find him looking back. Leaning in, Estelle was met by his kiss and the breath of his words. 

“You don’t have to avoid me, Star,” he mumbled, his face pressed into her hair, “I don’t regret it either, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.” 

Estelle couldn’t hold back her chuckle as it crept up her throat, “You going to buy me dinner first, at least?”

And Mat smirked, his eyes falling back on the television as he nodded, “Yeah, I can do that-”

Vancouver. 

There was nothing like coming home after a long road trip, but Anthony had yet to find a place to call his own. His home was still the apartment he shared with Mat back in New York City, though Dani’s apartment was beginning to feel more like home with each passing day. He looked forward to returning to the apartment after practice and after his games and was always welcomed back with a smirk and encouragement, win or lose. Her hospitality alone was the reason Anthony had given up on finding his own place - and she didn’t seem to mind. He was out of her hair more often than not, and Anthony made sure to pull his weight when he had the time to do so. Which included doing the laundry on the one day off she had between his trip to St Louis and their home game against Boston. 

With his laundry basket tucked between his legs, Anthony pulled the warm laundry from the dryer. The heat radiated up his arms and against his chest as each article fell into the basket, he would fold them once he returned to his room, but first, his hand slid around the inside of the dryer feeling for any stray sock that may have been left behind. He ran his hand around each baffle and dipped it down behind the lint trap where his hand met a thin and flimsy piece of fabric. His face was overwhelmed with confusion as he took hold of it and pulled out a pair of white panties that were not his. 

Holding them up, his bright eyes admired the lace for a moment before he balled up the fabric in his fist. He could feel the heat spread across his cheeks, which were undoubtedly red after finding Dani’s panties. After seeing them, there was no unseeing them, and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Anthony couldn’t stop himself from creating the image of her wearing them in his mind - and it sent him recoiling up into a standing position. He needed to get rid of them before he let his mind fall any further. 

Abandoning his basket on the floor, Anthony wandered down the hallways and to Dani’s door. He could hear nothing but the subtle music that played in her room. Anthony hesitated there for a moment, hoping the redness in his face had faded, then he finally let his hand raise to knock against the door. 

“Fuck,” was the only word that greeted him, and it was followed by the rush of Dani’s rushed footsteps. 

When the door opened, Anthony had almost completely forgotten why he found himself at the door of her room. Dani greeted him with a smile, but his eyes failed to focus there. Instead, his eyes had travelled down over her body, taking in the sight of the oversized Fleetwood Mac band t-shirt that hung off her frame - keeping only her curves from him as she wore nothing on her lights. She could have taken the time to put on anything, yet she stood there too confidently, so shamelessly that it left him near choking on his words. 

“I think you left these in the dryer,” Anthony breathed. His hand opened just enough to let the white lace fall, her panties pinched by only his thumb and forefinger as they dangled in front of her. 

He had thought she would be embarrassed. That she would snatch the panties away and retreat, but instead, she only laughed, her fingers brushing against his as she reached out to take them from his hold - and Anthony couldn’t help but notice how her shirt rose and fell at the reach of her arm. 

“Thanks,” Dani smiled, holding his stare as he struggled to keep his eyes fixated on her face and her face alone, “are you putting another load in?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his voice breaking, and he repeated himself, “Yeah, just a small one. Do you need to throw anything in?”

“I have a few things,” she told him and backed up from the door to move for her laundry basket on the other side of the room. 

Anthony averted his gaze, his eyes rising to look at the ceiling, but there was no ignoring what he had already seen. Dani had retreated to her laundry basket and bent right over, giving him a view of her ass and the panties that left far too much skin on display for him to enjoy. Only did he look down from the bright light at the center of the ceiling, his vision obstructed by the orbs of light as they tried to adjust back to looking down at Dani. He accepted each article as she handed it to him, and when her arms were empty, he began to take a step back, but the touch of Dani’s hand held him in place. 

“Wait, these too,” Dani told him, and her hand fell from her careful hold on his forearm. 

There was nothing left in her arms, drawing a perplexed look to Anthony’s features. That same look dissolved into awe as her hands slipped beneath the oversized fabric of her shirt and hooked onto the panties that were concealed by mere inches of fabric. Bright eyes travelled with her panties down the length of her legs, and he watched as she stepped out of them before placing them in the palm of his hand. He could feel his face heat up again, his features undoubtedly redder now as his fingers wrapped around the fabric that was still warm from the embrace of the most intimate parts of her body. 

Sweating suddenly, he gripped her panties tight in his hand and stood in the doorway for a moment. His mind and his body did not know how to function under the shock of watching her peel her panties from her body. Anthony’s mouth was agape, his eyes searching for anything to look at but her before he stumbled back and began his quick walk back to the laundry room. His mind was racing as quickly as his heart, trying to comprehend why she would do such a thing before dismissing every conclusion that would suggest she was trying to seduce him - because why would she? She was Mat’s sister, and they had known each other for years. Sure, she had always been friendly with him - maybe even a little bit flirtatious too - but that line was drawn. He couldn’t have her, even if he wanted her, it was something he had accepted a long time ago. 

Anthony had practiced his restraint for years - through dinners in Vancouver with her family when the Islanders had been in town and through the many family vacations he had the luxury of being invited to - but now, after living with her and her alone for as long as he had Anthony was losing his resolve. He failed to forget how sexy she was when she danced - and how sure he was that she had wanted to dance with him. He could still feel the kiss of her lips against the corner of his mouth when she had said goodbye to him before his road trip that sent him back to New York. There was no forcing the image of her undressing in front of him from his mind. It all left him clutching her panties tighter as he unloaded every other article into the wash. 

The tighter he clutched them, the faster her warmth was replaced with his - but it hadn’t fully removed the traces of her from them. Opening his hand, Anthony let out a low groan at the sight. He thought he had felt that right, and his eyes only confirmed his suspicions. The wrinkled fabric expanded in his hand, the subtle glisten of Dani’s arousal soaked into the crotch of her panties. Stroking a thumb through it, he could feel her slick, his chest struggling to take a mere breath as he realized what he had interrupted in her room. 

The music had been on to reduce any chance there was that he would hear her as - he could only assume - Dani pleasured herself. The thought left him cursing under his breath, his head lulling back on his shoulders as his cock stiffened - the outline of his own arousal all too clear in his grey sweatpants. He would need to clear his head before he even thought about going back to his room to take care of it, but he wasn’t given the opportunity. 

“I can’t tell if you’re just too nice or not interested,” Dani’s voice left his heartbeat loud in his ears. 

She stood in the doorway to the bathroom that doubled as their laundry room with her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned up against the door frame. Dani had made no effort to get dressed since he had left her in her room, the t-shirt still hanging off her frame - and from the angle, he had of her from where he crouched on the floor, he could see that Dani had made no effort to put on another pair of panties. While the shadow of her t-shirt kept him from seeing everything, Anthony had seen all that he needed to cast every rational thought his brain could fathom aside - he had seen enough to act on his only desire that had done nothing but tempt him since his arrival in Vancouver. He wanted Dani, and now he was going to have her. 

Anthony stood up from his place on the floor slowly, making no effort to hide the thick outline of his cock in his sweatpants. There was no being modest now, not with what they both wanted so evidently clear. He took each stride with confidence as he moved to meet her at the bathroom door, trapping her between his body and the doorframe. Their eyes locked, the air silent between them as he leaned in. Anthony took hold of her face in both hands, tilting her head just enough to welcome the kiss on his lips. 

He had intended it to be a slow and cautious kiss, but Dani had other intentions. Dani had leaned in to meet him, her hands reaching up to link at the base of his neck to keep him from pulling away. He could feel her fingers dragged over the sensitive skin at the back of his neck, creeping up on the wisps of hair at its nape that threatened to curl. Any caution and caring he had hoped to carry was lost, his thumbs on each side of her chin to draw her mouth open - and she indulged him, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to get a good taste of her. 

Dani was intoxicatingly sweet, and getting one taste of her wasn’t enough. Kissing her wasn’t enough, nor was letting his hands leave her face to explore the curves of her body beneath her baggy t-shirt. Anthony wanted more of her, all of her. 

His hands found the curve of her waist and gripped it firmly as he lifted her from the floor. Her short legs sound around his middle, her body clinging to him and earning a groan from his lips as he carried her from the doorway and back towards the bathroom counter. With a single hand supporting her bare ass, Anthony reached out with the other and freed the counter of anything that may have gotten in his way with a sweeping motion. Bottles fell into the sink and toothbrushes to the floor only for his feet to kick them as he placed her down just right. He seated her on the edge of the counter, his hands pushing up her shirt so it pooled around her waist. It left her legs bare for him to stroke down the outside of her thigh before a single hand travelled over to the heat between her legs. Two fingers were greeted by the wet warmth of her arousal as his touch travelled from clit to core, a heavy breath consuming him as he spoke out, “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Anthony drew back just enough for his bright eyes to meet the amber hue of her stare. Her full lips, swollen from his kiss, were left parted by her uneven breath at his question, the corners of her faint smile wavering at his words before she could find the words on the tip of her tongue. 

“Lately?” Her question was paired with a troublemaker’s grin, “You, Tito-” Anthony watched her face melt into pleasure before him as he eased two fingers into her cunt, her final word mixed with a soft sigh, “You.” 

“How long?” Anthony leaned in, his words a low growl in her ear as he eased his fingers in knuckle deep - feeling every bit of her warmth and arousal around him. She had been ready for him long before she had come to the bathroom door, but Anthony wanted to toy with her. 

Dani was silent for a moment, her petite body leaning back against the glass mirror as she refused to meet his gaze. Anthony watched as her tongue dragged over her lip, her eyes shutting for a long moment as she tried to avoid the question he had just asked her. 

Anthony could only smile. Dani was never one to be shy - always confident and demanding the attention of anyone who happened to be captivated by her - and she was at a loss for words for him. Leaning in close to her lips, just close enough to leave her thinking he was going in for another kiss, Anthony slid a third finger into her core and asked again, “How long, Dani?”

Her lips parted in an inaudible gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as Anthony could feel the walls of her core stretching around him. It rendered her silent, unable to answer her until the surge of pleasure had run its course. Then she managed her weak words, “A while.” 

“A while?” Anthony curled his fingers, earning another sharp inhale from her lips. He watched as she nodded rapidly, her hair falling into her face as she angled her hips as if she could take any more of him. 

“Since I got here?” he pried. 

Dani hesitated with her answer again, but this time Anthony didn’t challenge her with the stroke of his fingers or the teasing of her clit, instead he withdrew each of his fingers from her core and licked them clean. While he didn’t lay a finger on her, tasting her sweetness on his tongue seemed to have the very same effect on her. Anthony watched as Dani reeled on the counter, her chest rising and falling in a heavy breath as she bit down on her lower lip with a whine. 

“Since that trip,” Dani muttered to him, her hands leaving the edge of the counter to draw him in, “to the Maldives.”

Anthony groaned at the tug of her hands pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. The trip to the Maldives had been the summer of 2019, “Dani,” Anthony hummed as her hands reached down and began to tug down the waist of his sweatpants, “that was four years ago.”

It had been the first trip he had taken with Mat’s whole family - and it was the first time he had really gotten to know Dani. She had an everlasting effect on him - from her beauty to her confidence and charisma, it had always been something he had done his best to ignore - but he had an effect on her too he had just never known to what extent, until now. 

“Yeah, and?” Dani countered, her head cocked to the side as her hand continued to tug at his sweatpants. 

Holding his breath, Anthony held her gaze and tried to ignore the graze of the fabric down over the strength of his legs, and as it teased the stiffness of his cock - but it only coaxed a groan from him. One that had him leaning his head back on his shoulders as the cool air of the bathroom kissed his cock as it sprung free from his pants and into the warm embrace of her palm. 

“And,” Anthony hissed out through his teeth, his hips easing forward into her touch as she stroke him, her delicate touch almost teasing as she drew him in. Each stroke had Anthony inching forward, the head of his cock dragging up the inside of her thigh and becoming so close to her core that he could feel with heat that radiated from her. “That’s a long time to be kept waiting.”

Leaning in, Anthony placed both hands down on the tops of her thighs, his hockey-worn touch dragging over the supple flesh and opening up her legs just a little wider. Then, one hand dropped between them, his hand taking his cock from her hold carefully. He didn’t replicate her careful stroke that left his cock throbbing and desperate for her cunt. Instead, he guided himself to the slick between her legs and dragged the tip of his cock up and down the length of her need. “So I won’t make you wait any longer.” His face was inches from hers as she looked up, the graze of her lips felt against her own as she pleaded with him, “Oh, please don’t-” Her gasp was desperate and broken by the gentle pressure of his cock as he guided it into her core - and her heat welcomed her with its embrace. So slick and warm around him that Anthony struggled to maintain his composure. Every inch that she took his cock with such ease, his brain was left in a heavy haze of desperation. It left Anthony reaching around her petite body and gripping at the sweet swell of her ass to anchor himself to her as he began the steady rhythm of his thrusts - but there was no ridding himself of that desperation, that hunger for more of her. Not the kiss he placed on her lips that intoxicated his tongue with the taste of her. Not the repetitive, stinging impact of his thighs impacting the counter as he fucked her. It all left him wanting more and more of what her body had to offer him. 

His mouth took assault down her neck, a low groan of his moan muffled against her skin as the freedom of her lips from his own sent the sweet moans of her pleasure into the air. Hearing them, feeling the heat of those moans against the shell of his ear was nearly enough to send Anthony to the peak of his pleasure, his hands near trembling against her flesh as his head spun with the thought, the affirmation, that he was the one pulling those sounds from her lips - and he wanted to hear more of it. 

Hoisting her up from the counter, his fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass and thighs, Anthony intended to take her to her bedroom but he didn’t make it far. Instead, he stumbled over his sweatpants that hadn’t made it down any further than the middle of his thighs - the grey fabric bunched just below his balls and dampened with Dani’s arousal as it dripped down his cock with every thrust - and made it no further than the hallway before he was laying Dani out on the floor. 

The carpet that ran down the length of the hallways wrinkled beneath their bodies as Anothony picked Dani up by the hips just enough to angle them just right for him. There was no holding back from him now, his hands gripping her firmly to keep her from sliding across the carpet and away from her. Each thrust was quick and inconsistent as his movements became brash. Each thrust sent her shirt up a little higher on her frame as he constantly had to adjust her palace on the carpet - working its way up until her breasts were free. He watched as each swell bounced, the glimmer of the piercing on each nipple leaving him cursing and abandoning his every desire to fuck her until he came. Now, he just wanted to feel the piercings against his tongue. 

Dropping her hips, Anthony leaned in, his mouth encompassing a single nipple and letting the flat of his tongue stroke over her. He felt the end of one piercing, her pert nipple, and then the other end of the piercing against his tongue. It coaxed a soft found from his lips as Anthony’s mouth jumped over to her other breast, repeating the same stroke of his tongue before indulging himself with the careful sucking on her breast. He had thought about doing this since he spotted her piercings for the first time back at the airport, and Anthony enjoyed every second of it. He relished the feeling of her soft flesh in his mouth, leaving those delicate red swells behind that would fade into shades of red, blue and purple before they would fade in time. 

His mouth would continue its assault on her soft flesh, even as she began to push up off the floor. Dani moved slowly, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to fight back a whine as she guided him up. Anthony moved with her, his arms encasing her in the strength of their hold as he welcomed her into his lap after a few slow, calculated movements that had left him slipping from her core only once. When her warmth surrounded him again, his face buried between her breasts, and her hands gripped his shoulder tight for any support she could find - but it wouldn’t be enough as she rode him. 

Anthony could feel her hands as they travelled. Moving from his shoulders were her manicured fingers dug into the meaty flesh up into the curl of his hair. She would tug at his strands, drawing a sigh from his lips before Dani would reach out and press her palm firmly against the wall - the final leverage she needed as his hands gripped her hips and guided her up and down his cock with such cadence that the pleasure began to consume her. He could feel it tremor through her body, her legs quivering against his thighs and her core flexing around his cock. 

Each squeezing embrace left Anthony cursing and sent his head tilting back to look up at the calm pleasure on her features. A single hand reached up, pushing her blonde hair back from her face before Anthony was leaning into Dani, his groans and mumbles of pleasure washing over her skin with his every hot breath as he kissed down the angle of her jaw and down to her throat where one final, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss was interrupted by a ghost of a moan that was pair with his own release as he finished with his cock buried deep in her cunt, flooding her core and leaving him oozing from her and down his cock when she couldn’t take any more of him. 

It was then, feeling the mess that the two of them created dropping down the thick vein of his cock that he thought regret would hit him. That the magnitude of what had just happened would come crashing down on him with such a weight he wouldn’t be able to breathe - but that feeling never came. There was only calm as his hands stroked back her hair and over the angles of her body, his bright eyes raising from her throat to the heavy-lidded stare of her eyes. Anthony could only stare back, his lips pulling back in a too-wide grin, and Dani was quick to match with a smirk of her own. Whatever he was waiting for to tell him that he had made some kind of mistake didn’t come. Instead, Anthony only found reassurance. 

“You have practice in the morning?” Dani spoke to him, her words slow as a single hand came to run down the strength of his chest. 

Anthony could only nod, her touch still so foreign and exhilarating against his skin. 

“I can take care of the rest of the laundry while you’re out, and when you get back, maybe we can grab brunch? There’s this place-”

“You don’t have to convince me, Dani,” Anthony breathed, leaning in again to drag a simple kiss across the angle of her collarbone, “It’s a date.”

“Oh, yeah, cool,” Dani stumbled over her words as if she wasn’t expecting such an answer from him. 

“Dani,” Anthony sighed, “I’m not one of those guys who’s just going to fuck a girl leave. Especially when-” he cut himself off. Unable to say it out loud just yet. 

“I know, you’ve always been a good guy, Tito,” Dani sighed, her head cocked to the side slightly as she eased herself from his cock. She used his shoulder to steady herself on her weak legs before pointing a thumb back toward the bedroom, “Which is also why you’re going to sleep in my room tonight?”

Anthony let out a low laugh as he fixed his damp sweatpants around his waist, “yeah, that’s right. He assured her as he pushed up from the floor, “but only on one condition: you have to tell me how long it’s been since you got those piercings done-”

#anthony beauvillier #mat barzal #nhl fanfiction #fanfic #nhl rpf #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey rpf #hockey smut #nhl smut #summer fic exchange 2k23 #the summer fic exchange 2k23 #;; alone with you

[yanderes-galore]

Thank you ^^ and could I get prompts 5,9, and 14 from the yandere prompt list you made with yan!ganondorf from the legend of Zelda? Thank you in advance

Sure! No specific Zelda game so I kept it general. Implied to be either Ocarina of Time or Twilight Princess, though. I do love him as a villain... I just wish I could write him right-

Yandere! Ganondorf Prompts 5, 9, 14

"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Forced kissing, Blood, Murder, Amputation, Kidnapping, Degrading behavior, Abuse of power, Forced relationship, Sadism, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Swearing, Ganon's a cruel man obviously.

Ganondorf is a cruel king. He'd overthrown the old ruler and took over all of Hyrule. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time....

A simple servant is what you were. One that treated everyone in the castle with kindness. An innocent quality Ganondorf wished to taint.

In his mind, you were easy to break. A fragile being that would easily break in his hands. You were something to claim...

So a servant such as you became a cute pet for the dark king.

You weren't given freedom. You were treated better than other servants left over from the previous king, but freedom was unheard of. Ganon might as well slap a collar on you, the idea of keeping someone like you exciting for him.

He both tainted your bright and promising light, yet preserved it. He wanted to keep your kindness... but only for him. Only he could have you.

He has everything he could ever want. Power, the heroes dead, a land where he could control whatever and whoever within it!

Yet when he sees you he's overcome with wanting. He wants to break you. He wants you to roll over like a pet for him, expose to him your most sensitive spots so he can make you obey your king.

Ganon is also a very impatient king. He's quick to anger and if some creature tried to harm you... or some other servant tried to speak with you... his favorite?

Their deaths are swift at his hands.

He'd kill them in front of you if he felt you needed the message. Then he'd put on a facade of being concerned for you. It wasn't his jealousy that made him kill them.

He just wanted you safe.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

An obvious lie falls from his lips. One that's ironic when he shoves you onto his lap, hands bloodied from whatever or whomever he's slain. How were you supposed to believe him?

Ganon took over your home. He killed all your friends. He's the most dangerous being alive and ruling Hyrule.

But Ganon acts like he's protecting you from the world?

Your home has gone to shit because of him. There's nothing to defend you against! The only danger is him.

Ganon is a pathological liar. A manipulator that carelessly tosses together lies, thinking you're dumb enough to believe him. If you believe him or not doesn't matter...

As long as he gets to keep you on his lap, mouth shoved into your neck, he's doesn't care what you think.

You're his either way.

Then when your pretty mouth asks questions. When you say he's manipulating you? He swallows his anger and gives you another lie.

"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"

He feeds you lie after lie. He expects you to listen to him. If you don't, he'll show you what he's capable of.

He'll slay those who oppose him in front of you. He'll force you to look outside, eyes meeting a world of darkness. He'll tell you leaving him is pointless.

You'll miss his twisted affection...

If you ran then he'd hunt you to the ends of Hyrule, slaughtering anyone who keeps you from him, just to drag you back to the dark castle he resides in.

Defiance is not overlooked.

He hates your defiance when it shows itself. You talk back to him? You run away? Pain is in your future.

It's impossible to keep secrets from him.

Someone will tattle. Someone will rat you out to him to escape his wrath. They'll meet it in the end...

Yet you aren't forgiven.

The king corners you during an escape attempt. Perhaps you decided to test your luck and leave him. A horrendous decision...

A decision deserving of a fitting punishment.

Your eyes grow wide when he pulls his sword. You squeal pleas, cowering like the coward he knows you are. Disobedience will not be tolerated.

Who says you needed your leg anyways?

And so, he strikes

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

He says it so coldly, watching your leg gush blood onto the ground. He'd normally grin at your pain. A lesson to learn for later....

He's too overcome with rage to laugh at you.

This is a lesson you'll be unable to forget. You keep crying in pain when he sheathes his sword, calling for someone to patch you up. He'll give you time to rest...

But you're never getting rid of him.

As you rest from the lesson he taught, he visits your room. He sits by your bed and just watches. You don't look at him... he's feigning sympathy.

"I give you everything, only to have you run."

Even now he lies to your face.

"Your place has always been in this castle. You can't even serve in this state now. That's your fault, you know."

You feel your breathing become uneasy.

"... I still want you. I've grown too attached to get rid of you."

He turns you to look at him, holding you to his armored chest.

"You should know your place by now. Consider just losing your leg my mercy."

His grip is tight, another warning. What other choice did you have? You can't afford to lose anything else-

#yandere legend of zelda #yandere ganondorf

[faelapis]

White Diamond analysis: post-SU future

i've spoken about why i like white diamond before, but i want to update it. i've made a mediocre little video ages ago (i think its called "white diamonds cognitive journey" but i don't wanna link it here because while i stand by a lot of the conclusions, i was very bad at youtube and cringe at my editing)... but that's somewhat outdated now. because SU the movie and SU future happened.

so i will summarize my old thoughts, and add new ones.

i will say that i don't think white's arc, whatever you feel about it, is meant to read as "complete." i think that's where a lot of fandom cognitive dissonance comes from. i think it's meant to read as a continuous, breathing thing that could change more now that steven is gone. i wanna thank future for that, both problematizing white's current mindset and giving her a jumping-off point - along with jasper and the other diamonds - to keep changing.

so. what do i mean by this?

in CYM, white falls apart. then the movie, and future, are extensions of the mindset she gains at the end of CYM. people complain about an "offscreen" redemption but i don't think that's true. what i will explore is how white submits herself to what steven wants because she doesn't trust herself or her own judgement anymore if she's not perfect. the movie and future are just natural extensions of that.

let's start at CYM.

by the end of it, white finally questions herself, to perhaps an extreme degree because she'd built herself up around the idea of having to be perfect. to her, perfect means being wise, correct, unquestionable. she's kept watch over gemkind, she's always looking from afar. how its played, its ambiguous as to whether she could Literally see everything pink did, or if she just put herself in denial that of course pink was alive, of course this was all one of her games.

but if its the former, if she can Literally see all of gemkind through her divine light, i think the reason she can't predict steven is that he's half-human. she can't see him as clearly. she knew he was human from the get go, calling pink "hiding" and "embedded in that human child", so perhaps part of her obsession was not being able to see.

anyway, what others say they feel isn't that important, she knows what they "really" need and feel. she can see them, better than they can. she's their creator, their goddess "mother", after all.

and if she can, in a meta sense, see everything, she is the opposite of steven and the audience - they are subjective, and they know that. "we" can only see from steven's pov. white is a challenge to that, someone who represents the standard tv drama where an omniscent audience gets to see everything. we don't, we are limited to steven. because the point is that no one can truly be objective.

but anyway - white styles herself as being objective. she's facts and logic, she doesn't care about feelings (tm). so yellow and blue's emotional pleas don't matter. what matters is if she can be logically proven wrong. if she SEES that steven isn't pink, then she is objectively wrong. that's something she can't handle. she can't justify it, so her worldview falls apart. she's not perfect.

the question then becomes how she responds to this. and the answer is, well, like someone whose world has fallen apart! someone who trusts her own judgement so little that she has to follow someone else. so she acts like most homeworld gems, at some point.

as we see at the end of CYM, and made more explicit in the movie and future... she starts following whatever steven wants. the era 3 diamond symbol is flipped on its head - steven is the "highest" diamond, and white sees herself as the "lowest."

i don't think white, personally, has reached a conclusion on how she feels about corrupted gems. i don't think she has anything but gut feelings - some base disgust (as drawn throughout CYM, there's a great shot about getting into the pool but looks conflicted, that i think someone in the crew described as her "hesitantly getting into a public pool", which can be read through several different lenses of prejudice.) , but also wanting to help because she feels bad enough about herself to do whatever someone else tells her is helpful.

and that someone else is steven. even if she herself is conflicted, she spends the end of CYM looking to him for approval. its only through his joy and acknowledgement of her that she allows herself to hesitantly, awkwardly smile. despite everything.

and then the movie shows this at its logical extreme. like white, yellow and blue are also following steven - they are almost obsessed with him. he's made things better, after all! he's a hero! he even guided them at their worst, the way white was supposed to do. he's surely worthy of worship as the superior diamond.

when steven understandably wants to leave, they beg for him to stay! they whine about how they've done everything he asked. they're clearly doing it for him. because of him. just let us worship adore you.

in a way, they are extremely childish. they're not really changed in the sense of a mature understanding of the world based on their own experiences and moral compass, but they know they are flawed. and they love and adore steven, so HE will tell them what to think. what to be. what to do.

we'll do it all. whatever you say. you know better than us!

then future happens.

our heroic, superior steven isnt the perfect golden child anymore. perhaps he never was. he's no longer able to hide it, at least, because now that the war is over, he's not able to focus on a life's purpose ("living up to rose quartz" first, "being a hero" later), so he is haunted by his PTSD. everything catches up to him. he even questions his own relationships - a lot of them having formed around him being that "good," helpful person. someone who needs to be needed. someone who doesn't know who he is when he isn't perfect.

are we really surprised he went to the diamonds, at his worst? of course he did. on some level, i think he hoped they could heal him... but failing that, maybe he would find a fellowship of flawed, broken people who had abused others high opinions of them. instead, he found them doing good things, being useful, being better than him, despite how he himself was still suffering. suffering because of them.

another huge reason steven was "set off" by white was by literally seeing himself in her body, right after shattering jasper and making a bunch of other mistakes. the fear of becoming like her, an ignorant or cruel person in an abusive chain. but the poison was already in him. and in trying to hurt white, he was literally hurting himself. trying to focus on destroying everything imperfect around you, you become incapable of accepting the imperfections within.

anyway. this is still about white!! i just wanted to "catch us up" on my interpretation of steven in future, and also lay some groundwork of the parallels between white and steven here. i think steven, in all of future, is a disharmonic, symbolic mix of white and pink.

anyway, now this messed up, openly broken steven has to meet the diamonds. and of course, when they fail to heal him, despite his pain being partially their fault, and seeing himself "as white", fearing being like her, deluded instead of a true hero... he doesn't take it well.

and that brings us back to white. while she's clearly scared in this scene, "i am my monster" clarifies that she doesn't hate him, and certainly doesn't blame him. she and the others still come to call, they still help him however they can. even if he doesn't love them (as spinel puts it, he never writes or calls), they still love him. he still helped them. he still made them better.

and i think that's a crucial bit of progress, because it shows them putting the pieces together. yes, steven isn't the perfect diamond they hoped would guide them, he isn't their holy "father" the way they tried to be authoritarian "mothers" to gemkind, but they don't turn on him for that reason. blue and yellow aren't disgusted with steven "turning pink" like white did. and white isn't even mad at him for trying to kill her. she knows why:

spinel: this is my fault!

white diamond spinel! don't be silly! everyone knows that all of this is because of me!

spinel: NO, it's because of ME! i tried to wipe his friends memories so he could die alone on a barren world!

white: but that was because you were angry with pink, and if pink hurt you, it was because i hurt her! like i hurt yellow, and blue, and steven, and everyone in the entire universe! *sobbing* this is all my fault!

and after that, of course, chad connie comes in and focuses their attention on the fact that yes, they did hurt him. but this pity party - this obsession with self-punishment - is just making it about themselves. like the way some parents respond to their children hurting with "where did i go wrong?!" instead of actually helping.

but what's crucial is that despite the diamonds following steven almost blindly, it wasn't completely blindly. they understand the concept of generational trauma: it wasn't just spinel, and it wasn't just pink. it was all of them. and white may in some ways be the "source", but connie still insists they all try to help anyway.

the diamonds are not fully "there yet" in terms of emotional development, but they did learn one thing - you can't abandon or destroy people because they are flawed. through steven, and through being there for each other, they have seen how even they, themselves, can help despite their own flaws... and so, they are forced to accept that part of steven too. that is something they're able to process and turn into practice by the end of future.

so then... steven leaves.

earlier, when he left homeworld, he told the diamonds the exact same thing he told jasper: don't follow me.

that can be interpreted literally, but also figuratively. with jasper, its explicitly about looking up to him: "find something better to do with your life." so that leaves them all - white diamond, yellow, blue, jasper... adrift. but now, with some morals and experiences to guide them. they're not children anymore, they can't rely on steven to tell them what to do. maybe they'll even have PTSD and existential crises of their own! we don't know, because we are bound to steven - someone who has decided that's not his business anymore. he has to heal himself, regardless of what everyone else does.

so the show prompts us to accept that no, we don't really know whether the diamonds (and jasper) will "fully" heal, what the world will look like to them in 10, 100, 1000 years. but it gives them all hope. it gives them a starting point, recognizing that their flaws are not the end of the world. jasper goes to little homeworld. the diamonds have each other. they just have to keep going without an authority to guide them... the same way all of gemkind must find a way to exist without the diamonds.

i'm not the first to say a lot of this. there’s been a lot of digital ink spilled to say the diamonds are only doing what steven wants, and that steven is "using" them... but that’s usually in the service of saying they're not “really” redeemed, end of story. because steven doesn’t like them, the show ITSELF must hate them and have no real desire to redeem them. it’s usually a reactionary stance to “defend” SU against “soft on crime” allegations lol.

but i don’t care about that kind of punitive bs, nor do i think that’s the shows intended message. they could’ve had steven actually shatter white, but it would’ve been at the cost of the societal goods of rehabilitation. this is a show where revenge and healing are contradictory - rehabilitation is necessary for true structural change (literal and figurative healing). people are flawed and they can change. they could’ve written revenge to be more important or equal, but no. steven doesn’t need to kill them, he needs therapy.

as i’ve hopefully shown, while the diamonds are far from perfect, they HAVE learned something. they accept steven despite his flaws, they’re well on their way to accepting the concept of flaws in general. they seem happy with their new powers to heal and find meaning in helping people. and in future, they continue to do good despite how steven never calls or visits. even humbling yourself and admitting you’re wrong is, i think, more than many of us could do.

#steven universe #white diamond #su theory #su analysis #gif / #steven #jasper #yellow diamond #blue diamond #spinel #the diamonds

[weirdfanfic]

Guardian of the Earl

Chapter 2 Private Meeting

It wasn't long before Tanaka informed us of our guests' arrival. Vincent, my brother, nodded to let him know to let the man in. Wiping away my tears, he smiled softly at me. "To think my younger sister might see her future husband I might need to get a new guard dog." I laughed until an explosion was heard outside, I froze in place, and Vincent did the opposite running towards the explosion. I wish I could run, but I could not; my legs were weak like my knees gave out, my palms were sweaty, and my mind was racing only one thought kept me going: are the boys OK? Getting the courage to move I start to run towards the sound through the hall my thoughts keep rushing about the boys and whether they were okay, relieved to find the twins were inside in the living room close to their mother Rachel holding the boys close to her. 

"There was an explosion outside Vincent went to investigate!" "I'll check on him, stay here with the children, and don't go outside!" I hurried outside to find a carriage on fire fortunately the fire did not harm the horses as the robes were cut for them to run away from the fire now it's only the fire. "Excuse me? Are you Miss (Y/n) Phantomhive?" I look in the direction of the wall of smoke and ash only for a tall man to immerse out the smoke with a black trench goat hanging on his shoulders while wearing a white suit with no black stains to be seen. I was in awe of how is this man still alive without any burn injury?!  " Oh my, goodness are you alright sir we were just in the game room when we heard the explosion."  "Yes, I was lucky to be out of the carriage before the explosion it was caused by one of the lamps breaking and catching one of the woods of the carriage on fire. Your head butler Tanaka hurried to get a bucket of water instead he got a bucket of gasoline which caused the explosion. Your brother is getting an actual bucket of water. " I let out a huge sigh of relief. Tenaka was old but I think his sense of smell might be off. "My apologies sir please come inside and we start business plans as soon my brother sorts out this fire"

"Here, some tea might calm your nerves" "Thank you but I assure you I'm alright why don't you sit down, it seems like you are the one in a bit of a panic." He smile and put his hand on my shoulder leading me to the couch and giving me the tea I made for him to me. He's quite a gentleman but something wasn't right with him screaming to run, was it his milky skin soft as silk? He took my hand to reassure me that everything was okay, staring into his amber eyes into mine deeper looking for any secrets I hold, it allures me to stare longer at him. "Are you alright you seem to be in a daze you must have been scared hearing an explosion like that I could just imagine the worry you had for your family." his voice calming like a small river. I wasn't able to respond silently drinking the tea I made realizing that it was already cold. "Yes, I was worried about the children they could have been close to the explosion luckily they were with their mother when the explosion happened." "I see if it wasn't for the predicament we're in I would have told you that you look lovely this evening."  my cheeks burn red at his compliment, how can this man make me so flustered, I just met him I have to keep my composure for the company and my reputation. Clearing my throat I look him in the eyes. "As we wait for my brother why don't we discuss your intention with the phantomhive company." Vincent is not here to hold me back I can see what this man truly wants for the company. To do so I have to use my voice is important as a woman to use our voice as it is our only weapon, to learn to use your voice is to learn to use a sword to know when and where not to speak, to know to listen and speak the truth or lie to gain what you need.

"Yes well, I would like to help your brother to transition to welcome your company into Japan a bit more smoothly" His shoulder straight as a soldier on duty, Notice how his soft voice becomes stronger and more determined to speak the matter this shows that this was his goal or that he is truly hiding his true self maybe it could be a beast waiting for his prey to show weakness slowly getting trapped by his claws. I am a black swan my wings as elegant as I raise to aim to be stronger as I have the power to burn his plans to ash if I see fit, he knows this as his eyes speak to me with a stare of demand. "We already planned a transition but it seems you like to push this is riskier than it might seem, the other is you said a courtship is in order. I don't see why marriage can benefit the company."  "Is more the symbolism imagine this my lady a marriage between a local and a foreigner shows there will be a tradition and western culture will combine and it has love and compassion in the company in it for the consumer." his response was smart but not of a business standpoint but it does show that there was thought put into the transitioning is like a family store open to show different cultures can mix it makes the consumer more comfortable to shop there. "You have a point but I like to know about you sir, you see sir I have ears everywhere and it seems that you are known to be a bit secretive you live in the dark no one saw you in the day only at night why is that?" "Can a man not be mysterious? Don't women enjoy the mystery in a man?" I was getting somewhere with this he has his guard up if I can just find a way for him to show his true colors. "I will mostly say you are hiding something like a pup hiding his tail. Are you a Coward sir? Because some who's Imperfect should never be part of the company." His eyes send chills down my spine showing I cross a line. "My lady I assure you I am the Perfect  man for this job if you are concerned about the marriage it will strictly platonic it will be false no papers nothing."

I found his weak point, he wants perfection and control he is truly a predator wanting a bite something dangerous but yet keeps his distance. "We won't speak more about this without my brother being alone with you already may get me in trouble." I stood up from where I was seated only to be stopped by him blocking the door. " Your Brother told me about you and your stubbornness if I may rather see myself as a partner, not as competition I do not want the company I won't be running it you will. I only ask is to be known as your husband to stay in  good light in the eyes of the people and I have control of most of japan's western supplies so please consider my proposal." He moved away from the door only for Vincent to open the door letting in Sebastian our white greyhound running tripping the man and me to the floor as Sebastian was on top of me. I turned my head towards the man for both of our eyes as we both were sent a burst of laughter that broke the tense Atmosphere we had as we both of us agree that this night was nothing but an ordinary night.

After some consideration and scolding from my brother, I agreed on a partnership with this man he might be mysterious but he is smart meaning he can do some good in benefiting me and the company. At the end of our night he went his way back with one of our carriages he gave me a small box "You should know the name of your business partner, my name is Muzan Kibutsuji, and you my dear?" I open the box to see a silver ring it was simply symbolizing our false bond "(Y/N) Phantomhive and nothing more."

#demon slayer #black butler #sebastian x you #muzan x y/n #muzan kibutsuji #sebastian michaelis #phantomhive family #fanfic #x yn #x reader #crossover

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 3x17 Visionary thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

This is the one where Miles keeps seeing himself dying? #MilesO'BrienMustSuffer

"Light duty means light." They know O'Brien well XD

It's always surprising but nice when you hear an alien talk in an alien language.

This looked like the guards releasing the Romulans only when Sisko turned up - are visitors usually kept in their ships until the command team arrive? Haven't noticed that before.

The Romulans' shoulders are hilariously big.

Love how we see the progression of the Darts Board from cargo bay last episode to bar this one. Did O'Brien want to get in practice before getting more people involved?

Quark throwing all the darts before Miles can stop him, the Chief's terrified "No!", and them landing on a nonplussed Morn - beautiful.

"My doors are always open to you, Chief." :3

I thought the cloaking device had turned out to be a private loan? Oh, I can't keep up.

"They also want access to our personal logs!" I love Kira's outraged voice

"This is one puppet who doesn't like her strings pulled."We know, Kira. And I love you for it.

"And Major, when you're in with the Romulans, try to be diplomatic." "I'm always diplomatic." ... I'm betting this is not going to end diplomatically XD In next scene, even!

CALLED IT.

"That is the most RIDICULOUS thing I ever heard, and I resent the implication!" Watch out, it's going to get more "ridiculous"

"Has Odo ever shown some kind of physical interest in you, Major?"" That's it. You rip the cloaking device out of the Defiant right now." I love her I love her I lover her. She has no cool with annoying people and it's wonderful.

"If it makes you feel any better I'll beat you at another ten games." I love how now they've introsuced the darts board it's in every episode.

Miles' smirk at himself for saving his life

"You're going to be fine." "No, I'm not. In a few hours I'm going to be dead."

"You think Quark had something to do with this?" Odo's outrage as though he's been personally affronted. "I always investigate Quark!"

"Well, it could've been worse. It could've been me." XD

It's really interesting how Julian acts upon seeing O'Brien. It's almost detached, he barely shows any sign of having been upset while he's spouting medical jargon until he says "before... this happens". And then stares at the body for a few seconds until Miles starts ribbing him about letting him die. His reactions to Bareil dying and being alive again a few episodes ago seemed much more visible, but I can imagine that for the last few hours he's been burying himself in professionalism and refusing to acknowledge his emotions about Miles being dead.

"But then I contacted a friend at Starfleet Intelligence who used to be assigned to the Federation Embassy on the Klingon Homeworld. He put me in contact with a former Klingon operative who's out of favour with the current administration. This former operative sent me a series of reports." This is so similar to Odo's Carrington Award gossip XD

"Sometimes I have to remind you just how good I am." XD Was that what he was doing last episode, too?

"There is no careful way to question a Klingon."

"I, I haven't given up. I won't give up." Oh, Miles <3 It's gonna be okay!

I love how things keep escalating in the future. The universe really seems to want Miles dead today - it's lucky he had the time-travelling accident, really, or he would be dead, right?

He didn't faint this time!

The Miles-swap is so weiiird. This O'Brien will have slightly different memories.... That's odd as anything

Why are shields not always up? Does it just take too much energy or something? It just seems like it would be a good thing to be able to do?

"Why that's remarkable." Julian could hit any number he wanted. Did he try and aim for something else and miss? Was 20 the number he already had in mind, he just delayed his reaction?

"Quark. Dabo." "Dabo?" Miles' chuckle XD

Does everyone have super good memories? Miles remembering Julian's first throw and exactly when a dabo would happen? Bc right now it would make sense for Miles to have an augment background too xD

#ds9 visionary #ds9 3x17 #andi watches ds9 #WSB

[damn-daemon]

Earlier, I sent a suggestion on how you could try and keep future canon in TToBS (essentially, having Daemon and Elyse rise to the throne and keep canon with their children). But I kept thinking about symbolism. Like, if you did something like that, what would mean? How you could work a bigger picture? And then I realized: Viserys could have prevented the Dance of the Dragons if he had done anything to solve the issues with succession and the tension in his own familu. But he did nothing. Daemon recognizes the issues of the kingdom and how bad of a ruler his brother is. And that is what I think TToBS could be about: how Viserys incompetence led to the extinction of his lineage (and robbed Rhaenyra of her birthright), and how Daemon’s (and Elyse’s) ability to play the game allowed them to survive and keep not only the Targaryen name alive, but keep their bloodline on the Iron Throne. I think that would be neat. Also, sorry if I keep barging in. I love fanfictions, but I have very little writing abilities. So, whenever I see a writer I think as talented, I really want to show my support with suggestions and ideas. I don’t wanna seem inconvenient.

Okay, dang, Anon. You're putting more thought into this than me 😭 (still a compliment!)

But I gotta say, what you propose is intriguing, just because Daemon is finally getting what he wanted, the Iron Throne, but look what it cost him. Everyone. And I admit, it would be interesting to see.

#you've given me a lot to think on anon #i do appreciate it #and thank you for all your kind words #❤❤❤

[ramblingnerdsposts]

First rambling of account! This will be about one of the D&D campaigns I am currently in, a Curse of Strahd game. I am just super excited about it, with the character drama and development possible! Before I go further with the rambling, let me present the cast of this campaign really quickly: we have our DM, my character, the walking Castlevania reference known as Adelhelm Van Helsing, a Hexblade Warlock, an anthropologist wizard called Cassini, an excitable but naive tiefling, our bard Eri, a young woman with mysterious origins and a peculiar way of seeing the world, the human fighter Sarrith, a gruff woman haunted by a mysterious shadow, a Kender cleric named Hope Lost, a cynical woman who only has her faith to rely on, and the dhampir rogue Deryth, a professional conman that is really hard to read. (This is my reading of the characters, so if you find another description of them it might differ).

Anyway, for this ramble I’ll talk about my boy Adelhelm. He’s a bit of a complicated guy. His family, the Van Helsing, have made a deal with the Raven Queen generations ago to become monster hunters. It’s the family business to hunt vampires, liches, fiends and demons. It’s pretty much all he knows too, and because of this he lacked friends growing up, only having his family as people he cared about. Then, one night, he comes back home to find most of his family massacred, his sister and father gone, the library containing the knowledge of hundreds of his ancestors now turned to ash. He learns with the help of his family’s employees that vampires attacked and that Strahd was likely the one behind it. He is now in Barovia, trying to put an end to Strahd and avenge his family, while also trying to find where his sister and father ended up.

So, in terms of psychology, Adelhelm feels insane pressure to carry on his family’s legacy, as he’s pretty much the only one left who can do it, while also grieving the loss of the only people he has ever cared for and feeling guilt for his absence during the massacre. In short, Adelhelm is not exactly happy, and he’s more kept alive through sheer hatred and drive than anything else. He also has a really hard time really opening up to anybody, preferring to take on his problems by himself.

Now, for recent events, the party has fought a bunch of living trees and kicked their asses, and they slept under Leomund’s tiny hut with a new person that Adelhelm doesn’t trust very much. During the night, Sarrith took Deryth’s coat from him and ended up keeping it for a while, hinting at feelings between the two, while Adelhelm got cuddled by Cassini during the night (the wholesome kind of cuddles). And he actually liked the physical contact. So he’s confused, he’s developing feelings for Cassini, though even with prodding from Eri he didn’t admit to it. He was awkward for a bit and tried to keep his distance, but eventually with convincing from the bard, he decided to apologize for staying away from Cassini, which she accepted, then he said in an indirect manner that he wouldn’t mind it happening again. You know, romance subplot stuff.

But in Adelhelm’s mind, a lot was going on. He realized through the night that despite his annoyances with her (she tends to ask a LOT of questions), he cares for her. A lot. More than a friend. And he also realized he cares about the others. And he is TERRIFIED by that prospect. Getting close to people again is a risk. A risk that what he went through with his family’s death could happen again. And he does not want that. So now Adelhelm is torn and has a choice to make. He either pushes them away and becomes alone again, to wallow in his own misery, or he tries to open up to them and make new friends and maybe find love, but takes the risk of Strahd or another undead taking these people away from him too. And he does not know what to do.

If you stayed until the end, thanks for reading my rambling! There will be more in the future, on both this campaign, the other one and stuff like video games and anime I enjoy. Until then, later!

#dungeons and dragons #curse of strahd #my characters #character development #ramblings #romance #Adelhelm Van Helsing #ttrpg #storytelling #story time #monster hunters #castlevania #A whole lot of castlevania stuff #nerdlife #nerd explains #nerd rambling

[wishfulwonderer]

For 15 years, Team Fortress 2 has stood as a bastion to the casual shooter scene. As the rest of the world moved on to competitive this and competitive that, TF2 remained a simple and safe place to run around like morons shooting one another with hapless abandon.

It brings people together. It put me in a team of 9 as their engineer in Highlander (one of each class per team) and introduced me to friendships I'll hold for a lifetime. It brought nine random dudes across the globe together, and when our spy lost his fight with depression, it made us realize just how blessed we were to know him and take solace in knowing that the memories he left with us would stand, even if he was gone. That he would be loved and missed.

More recently it's brought friends I've known my whole life back into frame, giving us stuff to do together and room to hang out and just be ourselves. Talking about gameplay and matches could take me hours and I'd cover no ground not already tread. What I would instead like to talk about is this community. We've fought tooth and nail to keep the fire lit under this game long after Valve left it to rot. WE kept it alive. YOU kept it alive.

[Pic by u/alex8508 LINK > https://www.reddit.com/r/tf2/comments/uy4nin/my_contribution_to_savetf2/ ]

If you asked me now what I'd do if I could go back and change about TF2.

Not one damn thing.

Not Valve, not the hackers, not the bots, none of it. What has happened has happened and it was an awful downpour, but it brought us all together. We poured memes onto reddit over localization file updates, cried at the loss of Rick May, and cheered when Robin Atkin Downes heard our MEDIC call and came running! We're here, right now crying out our love into the void because we love this damn game so much.

Close to 50 million people around the globe have played this game over 15 years of ups and downs. TF2 holds a special place in the world of gaming, and has earned every ounce of love and respect laid upon it.

Content creators, modders, weapon designers, map makers, competitive professionals, entire other game communities all coming together today, May 26th, just to show the world how much we love this game in the small hope it wont fall on the same deaf ears. Today we celebrate what we love!

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[windfighter]

Lights Out 3

Takuya, Kouji, Izumi and Kouichi was on a classtrip. It had taken their class to a cabin out in the woods, which had two floors - the lower where the common areas and the teachers’ bedroom was and the upper where the students slept. There was two big rooms on the upper floor so the girls slept in one room and the boys in the other. Kouichi had retreated to the bedroom after dinner to recharge his social batteries and Kouji had followed him to keep him company and get some studying done. Takuya and Izumi had gone outside to play football with some of their classmates and had tried their best to get Kouji to come along, but the sun would soon start setting and Kouji refused to go outside knowing all too well that he’d lose his sight the moment that happened.

It had been quiet for about two hours when Takuya returned. Kouji looked up from the notebook he was writing in.

”Who won?”

”Izumi, but I think she cheated.”

”You probably let her.”

”You think I would do that?”

Kouji noticed the grin on Takuya’s face and rolled his eyes.

”You let me win once to get me to keep playing with you.”

Takuya laughed and started changing out of his dirty clothes.

”It didn’t work though.”

”I hate football.”

Kouji wrote down another answer in the notebook before closing it and sitting up. He stretched, put the books in his backpack and turned to Kouichi.

”You feeling better?”

”Reading”, Kouichi answered and Kouji raised his hands.

”Alright, take your time.”

”We’re gonna play boardgames downstairs, you wanna join?” Takuya asked.

”Sounds good”, Kouji answered. ”You’ll be fine here on your own?”

”I’m only one stair away, Kouji.” Kouichi rolled his eyes then kept reading. ”What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kouji bit his lips and choke back the answer ’you could die again’ because he had told himself to not think about that. Instead he stood up, waved goodbye to Kouichi and left the bedroom, Takuya right behind him.

”What games are we playing?”

He hesitated for a second when he came to the stairs. They were steep and he didn’t really trust them to just let him pass, but there was no other way to get up and down. Takuya patted his back and he took a deep breath before starting the descent.

He was just in the middle of a step when the lights went out.

The world went black. He had enough time to realize there would be pain in his near future and then he was falling. His head hit the railing, his right knee landed awkwardly on one of the steps and he then he landed hands first on the floor. His left wrist folded below him and for a few seconds there was only red-hot pain. He couldn’t even scream.

”Kouji?!”

He wanted to answer. He cradled his arm against his chest and rolled up as much as the pain would allow him. Shouts echoed through the building, people were moving as fast and confused as the sudden darkness would let them. The sounds bounced around Kouji’s head, made it pound. He felt nauseous, but couldn’t tell if it was because his head or his obviously broken wrist.

”Kouji?” Takuya asked again. Kouji let out a groan. He didn’t manage more. He needed to orient himself, gather himself. The wooden floor was rough against his cheek, his right knee popped when he tried to pull it up and he stopped moving.

”’kuya…”

”I’m coming, hang on.”

He tried to focus on Takuya’s steps. It seemed to take ages for him to get down the stairs.

”Lights went out”, Takuya remarked as if Kouji hadn’t painfully noticed that. ”Can barely see my hands infront of my face. Is this how it always is for you?”

Kouji let out a whine. His head wasn’t focused enough to process what Takuya was saying. The world was spinning and he was certain he had blacked out a few seconds because suddenly Takuya’s hands was on his arm and shaking him.

”Hey, Kouji? You alive?”

”hurts.”

”Should I get a teacher?”

Kouji considered, but he didn’t know what they could do that he couldn’t do himself (or with some help from Takuya and Kouichi) so he shook his head.

”...Can you stand?”

”M...maybe?”

Gentle wasn’t a world Kouji would use to describe Takuya, but Takuya leaned down, carefully wrapped an arm around Kouji’s back and gently pulled him into a sitting position.

”Dizzy”, Kouji said and leaned against Takuya. ”Hate stairs.”

Takuya laughed and Kouji winced at the sound. Takuya stopped laughing and lowered his voice again.

”You sure about the teacher?”

”Just want…” Kouji swallowed to keep the nausea at bay, ”...niisan…”

”Okay”, Takuya didn’t sound convinced but he wasn’t protesting, ”let’s get you back upstairs then.”

He grabbed Kouji’s left arm. Pain flared up from the wrist and Kouji let out a strangled sound that would have been a scream if he hadn’t used every trick in the book to keep it down. Takuya let go of him and froze and Kouji focused on breathing the pain away for a few seconds.

”What’s wrong?” Takuya asked when Kouji’s breathing had become less strained again.

”Other side”, Kouji answered. Takuya wasn’t gonna let it go.

”Obviously. Where are you hurt?”

”Just the arm?”

The wrist was definately the source of the worst pain, but if he was honest (with himself, he wasn’t going to tell Takuya) his whole body felt like he had been through a tumble dryer.

”And the head?” Takuya asked because of course he didn’t believe Kouji.

”Hmm”, Kouji answered which was the closest he’d admit anything at the moment. Takuya moved to his right side, wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his feet. Kouji’s stomach made a somersault of the bad kind and he bit his cheek to keep the dinner down. He put his own arm over Takuya’s shoulders and let Takuya take most of his weight. His knee threatened to fold under him as he put weight on it, but Takuya managed to keep him standing and they slowly made their way up the stairs again.

Kouji’s head was spinning when they made it over the last step. Takuya was pretty much carrying his whole weight at that point. A light danced across the floor infront of them and Kouichi’s voice cut throught the darkness.

”What happened?”

Kouichi’s hand was under Kouji’s chin and lifted his head. Kouji’s eyes were barely open and he couldn’t see the worried expression on Kouichi’s face.

”Lights went out”, Takuya said as if that would explain everything. Maybe it did. Takuya shifted his grip around Kouji ever so slightly and then started the slow walk towards the bedroom again. Kouichi walked infront of them, lit up the way so Takuya could see where they were going. Kouji still couldn’t see anything, but he trusted Takuya and Kouichi. He didn’t have a choice at the moment anyway. He heard Kouichi unzip a sleeping bag, then Takuya and Kouichi both helped him to the floor. Kouichi’s hands were on his leg and he winced as they pressed at his knee.

”’s fine”, he mumbled when a pillow was placed under it.

”I’d argue, but you’re barely lucid”, Takuya whispered.

”p’rfectl’ he’”, Kouji answered.

He lifted his hand and pulled off his bandana before attempting to fold it up so he could tie it around his wrist. Kouichi grabbed his hand and stopped him from working.

”We should get the teacher”, he said in an annoying ’I’m your big brother and I know best’-voice. Kouji stuck his tongue out in whatever direction he assumed Kouichi was in. It was definately wrong because Takuya snickered.

”Home tom’rr’w”, Kouji explained. He tilted to the side and someone caught him. Takuya. Kouichi took the bandana from him.

”Where do you want it?” he asked and Kouji gestured vaguely towards the wrist. Kouichi moved his arm to get it into a position where he could tie the bandana around it and Kouji buried his face in Takuya’s shoulder when the red-hot pain flared up again.

”I have painkillers”, Takuya suggested.

”No like”, Kouji answered.

”We don’t care what you like”, Kouichi said and this time there was no arguing against it. ”You take a painkiller and maybe we’ll be nice and let you sleep instead of dragging you to the teachers.”

Kouji didn’t argue. Kouichi disappeared and returned a couple minutes later with the painkillers and a glass of water. Kouji accepted it and when he’d taken the pill and half the glass Takuya helped him down. His whole body protested, he felt water gather in his eyes. He was glad the lights were out so the others couldn’t see him. Takuya wiped his tears (so much for Takuya not seeing him cry) and pulled a hand through his hair.

”Sleep well princess”, Takuya whispered.

Kouji wanted to throw something at him, but sleep sounded nice so he nodded and closed his eyes. It felt better now, when he was lying down and didn’t need to move and could just sleep and everyone was quiet.

”Lights went out”, someone said from the doorway. ”A fuse blew and we can’t find any spare ones.”

One of the teachers and Kouji groaned.

”Everything okay in here?” the teacher asked and Takuya and Kouichi glanced at each other.

”Yeah”, Kouichi’s voice sounded strange to Kouji’s ears. ”Everything’s fine, Kouji just has a headache.”

”Alright, let me know if you need anything. Do you have flashlights? We found some kerosene lamps for lightning otherwise.”

”We have flashlights”, Takuya said and lit the bright one he had for Kouji’s sake. The teacher blinked in the sudden light and nodded. Takuya turned it off again when he noticed how pain danced across Kouji’s face.

”There’s sandwiches downstairs if you’re hungry and they are just about to start some boardgames if you want to join for that.”

Takuya got up from the floor and left the flashlight in Kouichi lap.

”I’ll join, I don’t have anything better to do in this darkness anyway. Kouichi?”

”I’m staying, I have books to read and I don’t think I’d like people much right now anyway.”

”Aight, I’ll see you later.”

Takuya waved goodbye, then left together with the teacher. Kouichi reached for his book, then grabbed Kouji’s uninjured hand.

”I’m not sure I did the right thing lying for the teacher…” he whispered.

”Dad’ll come tom’rr’w”, Kouji mumbled. ”Ask him… hospital…”

”Go to sleep”, Kouichi squeezed Kouji’s hand before opening the book. ”I’m here if you need anything.”

Kouji fell asleep almost instantly.

~~~~~~~~~

About two hours later Kouji started twitching in his sleep and five seconds later Kouichi could hear steps in the stairs and loud voices coming closer. The rest of the class was heading to bed. Kouji’s face turned 5 shades paler and he pulled free from Kouichi’s hand and pressed his palm against his mouth. Kouichi’s eyes widened and he got up. The door opened, flashlights flooded the room and the sounds of voices turned louder. Kouichi grabbed the closest trash can, put a hand under Kouji’s back and pushed him into a sitting position before nestling the trash can in his lap. Kouji leaned over the can, hand still pressed tightly against his mouth. Kouichi tried to find Takuya among the crowd, but Takuya was deep in a conversation and didn’t catch Kouichi’s eyes. Kouji’s hand moved from his mouth to the trash can as water and half-digested food forced itself up from Kouji’s stomach. Kouji’s eyes teared up and their classmates fell silent for two seconds.

”That is GROSS!”

”Disgusting.”

”Is he sick?”

Kouji closed his eyes, his breathing was fast. Takuya pressed himself between the others and sat down next to Kouji.

”I didn’t even consider a concussion”, he whispered. ”Kouji, look at me.”

Kouji kept his eyes closed and shook his head. Kouichi got up, pulled his hands across his face.

”He has a pretty bad headache”, he told the others. It helped, they lowered their voices and went to their sleeping bags. They didn’t stop talking and glancing at Kouji, but Kouji’s grip around the trash can loosened slightly.

”Do you need to throw up again?” Takuya asked.

Kouji shook his head but didn’t let go. Kouichi knelt next to him again.

”We’re taking you to the teachers.”

Kouji opened his mouth to protest, but Kouichi wasn’t about to take it.

”I don’t care. In worst case they’ll call an ambulance which you probably need, in best case you get to sleep in their room where it’s quiet.”

”Dad’ll…” Kouji’s voice was hoarse and Kouichi wanted to do anything in his power to make him feel better. He put a hand on Kouji’s shoulder.

”I know”, Kouichi softened his voice. ”Do you think you can walk?”

Kouji shook his head again and Takuya took the trash can from him.

”I’ll carry you, don’t worry.”

It was a testament to just how badly Kouji was feeling when he didn’t protest the suggestion. Takuya put the trash can on the floor, put one arm under Kouji’s knees and the other behind his back before lifting him still wrapped in the sleeping bag. Kouji pressed his face against Takuya’s neck when pain flared up in his knee and Takuya nodded to Kouichi.

”Lead the way.”

Kouichi grabbed a pair of sunglasses and the stupidly bright flashlight Takuya had given him. It wasn’t quite strong enough to blind him, but it made his eyes hurt and he put the sunglasses over his eyes before turning the light on. He considered walking backwards down the stairs so he would be ready to help if Takuya lost his balance on the steep steps, but that was too risky. Stairs were already against him, he didn’t need to aid them. Takuya waited for him to reach the end of the stairs so he could shine a light on them before walking down himself. Kouji let out the occassional groan as Takuya carried him and Kouichi’s stomach hurt at the sound.

Kouichi froze as he reached the teachers’ room. He had been so determined to get there that he hadn’t stopped to figure out what to say. His hand reached for the door, but he couldn’t bring himself to knocking, not without a plan. As he tried to quickly figure one out Takuya came up next to him and kicked at the door, which opened almost instantly by the same teacher that had told them about the fuse.

”Sorry to bother you, Okada-sensei”, Takuya said before Kouichi was even able to register what was going on. His voice was low and Kouichi turned the flashlight off and took off the sunglasses. Takuya nodded towards Kouji. ”Kouji’s headache is worse so we were wondering if he could sleep here.”

”Oh, sure”, Okada said and took a step to the side to let them in. There was one bed free and Takuya placed Kouji on it. ”Is there something wrong?”

”Just a migraine, I think”, Takuya lied without even batting an eye. ”He needs some peace and quiet and won’t get that in our room.”

Kouichi felt bad about the whole thing. He patted Kouji’s shoulder and Kouji blinked sluggishly towards him.

”I’ll come back in the morning”, Kouichi whispered. ”Try to get some sleep.”

Kouji nodded and closed his eyes again. He was less pale and Kouichi hoped that was a sign he was getting better. He bowed towards Okada.

”Thank you for the help”, he said before making a quick exit. He heard Takuya laugh, exchange another few words with Okada and then hurry to catch up with Kouichi.

”You lied”, Kouichi said through gritted teeth as they made their way up the stairs.

”Semi-lied”, Takuya corrected. ”Migraines are a type of headache and his head was hurting.”

Kouichi wanted to argue but Takuya was frowning and Kouichi lost his train of thought.

”...what?” he asked instead.

”It’s just… Has he been skipping meals again? I didn’t want to ask when I was carrying him, but he felt lighter.”

”Do you carry him often enough to be able to tell that?”

”With his track record of accidents?” Takuya laughed. ”Way more often than I’d like.”

”Kouji is a damsel in distress”, Kouichi also laughed, then he grew serious again. ”He might have, he’s been stressed lately. I’ll talk with him about it.”

He opened the door to the bedroom and gestured for Takuya to go first. Takuya made a deep, exaggerated bow before entering the room. Those who were still awake turned to look at them.

”Where’s Kouji?”

”Did he go to the hospital?”

”Is he dying?”

Kouichi stopped, then quickly turned around again. His body felt agitated, his mind worn out with worry for his brother, and he knew he wouldn't be able to deal wih all the questions.

”You deal with them, Takuya, I’m sleeping in the girls’ room tonight.”

He heard Takuya laugh as he left the room again. He closed the door, took a deep breath and opened the door to the other bedroom. Some of the girls raised an eyebrow when they saw him, but no one said anything. He assumed they had decided he was unthreatening enough sometime. Izumi smiled towards him and he sank down beside her with a sigh.

”Everything okay?” she whispered.

”Kouji fell down the stairs”, Kouichi whispered back. ”He’s in the teachers’ room now, but there were too many questions in our room.”

She nodded, pulled out a book and a blanket from her backpack and handed them to Kouichi. He smiled towards her, wrapped himself in the blanket and leaned back to read the book. Izumi went back to talking fashion with the others and Kouichi let himself relax. Things would be better in the morning.

~~~~~~~~~

Things weren’t really better in the morning. Kouji woke up to pain in a bed he couldn’t remember laying down in. Sunlight danced offensively through the window and made his head throb. He was alone. He didn’t know what time it was. He tried to sit up but everything hurt and he relaxed back into the mattress. He grabbed the pillow from under his head and put it over his face instead to close out the offending sunlight and his headache got a little bit less intense.

Kouji definately didn’t have any way to track time. The room was brighter next time he blinked awake and the sunlight managed to sneak under the pillow and into his eyes. He groaned and the sunlight disappeared. Had he gained the ability to turn light off at his command? He lifted the pillow ever so slightly.

”How are you feeling?” Kouichi asked.

Oh, okay, it was Kouichi that had turned the lights out, that made more sense. He pushed the pillow to the side and considered the question.

”...minced meat?” he suggested.

Kouichi was unimpressed and confused by the answer but Kouji couldn’t tell what was wrong with it. He hmmed and closed his eyes again and Kouichi sat down on the edge of the bed before placing a cold and damp towel on Kouji’s forehead. Some of the headache subsided and Kouji’s face relaxed ever so slightly.

”Thanks.”

”Do you want another painkiller?”

”Maybe?” Kouji blinked. ”Time?”

”Ten, I overslept a little.”

Kousei would arrive somewhere around three, if Kouji remembered correctly. He closed his eyes and tried to figure out when the best time to take a painkiller would be, but the pain in his head increased when he tried to do math and he gave up. Really, the fact that he was even considering accepting the offer was proof enough that he needed one.

”Eleven”, he decided and Kouichi nodded.

They were quiet for a while. Kouji started dozing off, but Kouichi changed his position and pain shot through Kouji’s body and pulled him awake again. He whined and Kouichi twisted his body to see him better, which shifted the mattress again and Kouji bit his lip to keep another whine down.

”It’s that bad?” Kouichi asked and Kouji wanted to say no, but at this point there was no way Kouichi would believe him. Instead he hmmed and let Kouichi take that however he wanted. Kouichi’s face turned sad.

”Sorry…”

”’s m’ fault.”

”It’s not….” Kouichi stopped himself from engaging in what would have become an argument. ”...Takuya is worried.”

”Bee’njured befo’”, Kouji answered because that should calm anyone down, shouldn’t it? Kouichi snorted and maybe it was the wrong answer but Kouji had been injured before and it had turned out okay.

”It’s not that”, Kouichi said, ”but we’ll talk about it when you’re less in pain.”

Kouichi got up from the mattress, which made Kouji’s body scream in pain again and he took a sharp breath. This was the absolute worst, he decided. Stairs was the worst invention of all time and when he got back home he’d ask his dad to remove all the stairs in the house and install elevators instead. He’d never gotten hurt in an elevator before. The pain fizzled out, returned to more manageable levels, and he noticed Kouichi looking at him.

”You should get some more sleep, I’ll come back at eleven. Should I bring food?”

”Something small?” Kouji suggested. He didn’t think he could eat a full meal, but something was better than nothing, especially in combination with medicine. Kouichi nodded, told him to sleep well and left the room and Kouji put the pillow under his head again. He didn’t fully fall asleep, the throbbing in his knee, wrist and head combined with the noises of his classmates made it hard to relax enough, but he entered some weird half-asleep state and didn’t quite notice the passage of time. Kouichi returned at eleven but only stayed long enough to make sure he ate and took the painkiller. Kouji fell asleep for real after that. Okada checked in on him around twelve and Takuya and Izumi also stopped by during the lunchbreak. Kouji wasn’t awake enough to remember if they had said anything. Kouichi stopped by again at two when Kouji was lucid enough to interact with the world again.

”Dad’s on his way, he’ll be here in 45 minutes”, Kouichi said.

Kouji tried to rub the sleep from his eyes as the news sank in and then he blinked.

”Should pack”, he mumbled and tried to sit up, but Kouichi put a hand on his shoulder to keep him down.

”Takuya and I are on it, we’ll come down when we’re done. Are you okay on your own until then?”

”Been okay this far.”

”True”, Kouichi smiled. ”You’re my baby brother though, it’s my job to worry.”

Kouji groaned. Kouichi knew how much he hated being called baby brother and only did it when he wanted to be annoying. Kouji assumed he deserved it, he had given them a pretty huge fright after all. Kouichi gave his shoulder a soft squeeze before saying good bye again. Kouji didn’t fall back to sleep. He stared at the ceiling, waited for Kouichi to return. Takuya was the one who appeared instead.

”He’s here!” was the only warning Kouji got before Takuya lifted him from the bed. Kouji’s knee popped again and his stomach made another somersault. He pressed his face into Takuya’s shoulder with a groan.

”Throw up if you need to”, Takuya whispered and Kouji shook his head. He was not going to let nausea win another battle. Cold air swept over him as they walked out of the cabin and he shivered despite still being wrapped in the sleeping bag. Kousei opened the door to the passenger seat and Takuya carefully manipulated Kouji into it. It wasn’t a painless procedure – Kouji’s wrist got bumped twice and any time they moved his knee it felt like a thousand tiny knives in it. Kouji had his eyes closed and focused on breathing evenly to keep himself from either panicking or throwing up, he wasn’t sure at this point. Maybe both. Kousei patted his shoulder when he was strapped in and he opened his eyes again.

”We’ll stop at the hospital when we’ve dropped the others off. Are you okay until then?”

”You can drive directly to the hospital”, Izumi suggested as she sat down in the seat behind the driver’s seat. ”We can get home on our own from there.”

Kousei closed the door to the passenger seat and shook his head.

”I’m responsible for you until you get home. It’s only another hour, it’s no problem.”

”No problem”, Kouji repeated and took a shaky breath.

Kouichi sat down in the middle of the backseat, Takuya behind Kouji and Kousei took his spot behind the wheel. The car wroomed to life and they left the cabin.

~~~~~~~~~

The verdict: A concussion (Kouji really wasn’t surprised at this point), dislocated kneecap complete with a tear in the ACL and three fractures in his wrist. They kept him overnight at the hospital because of his history with concussions, but decided he was well enough to return home the next day. Kousei let Kouichi know, and both Takuya and Kouichi showed up about one hour later.

”You look horrible”, Takuya said when he arrived.

Kouji rolled his eyes. He had a big bruise along the right side of his face, several more on his right arm and left leg. His right leg and left arm had been splinted and he’d need to return to the hospital in a week to get that replaced with casts. On top of that the hospital gown didn’t make him look any better either, but at least it covered the bruising on his torso.

”Nasty fall”, Kouji said.

”Are you… okay?” Kouichi asked and put a backpack on the bed.

”They loaded me on the good painkillers”, Kouji answered and grabbed the backpack. Kouichi had packed him a change of clothes and a couple sandwiches because hospital food was never fun. ”Still feel a bit dizzy, but the pain is manageable.”

Painkillers always made him tired and knocked him out for somewhere between one and eight hours, which is why he absolutely hated taking them, but he’d woken up half an hour earlier and felt a lot more like a human than he’d done since the fall.

”He’ll need a lot of rest”, Kousei said. His voice was strained in a way that made Kouji able to tell that he was still angry at Kouji for not telling the teachers and that if Kouichi and Takuya did anything that jepordized Kouji’s rest he wouldn’t be allowed to hang with them for at least a month. Kouji let out a sigh and pulled the clothes out of the backpack. Loose fitting, gray shorts and a too big, light blue sweatshirt that he suspected belonged to Junpei. At least it shouldn’t be too much trouble to get those over the splints. He blushed. He wouldn’t be able to do it on his own.

”Help?” he asked.

Kousei helped him. Takuya winced when the bruising on Kouji’s chest got revealed and Kouji looked everywhere except towards him. Once he was out of the hospital gown and into the clothes he felt even more human and even managed to eat one of the sandwiches Kouichi had brought. They chatted for a while, tried to figure out how to prevent anything like this from happening again and reached no conclusion. Kouji was given food at lunchtime, but he wasn’t hungry and Takuya ate it instead while Kousei and Kouichi went to the cafeteria. After lunch a doctor arrived, checked Kouji over one last time and told him he was free to leave. They exchanged a few words with Kousei before leaving and another ten minutes later a nurse he hadn’t seen before showed up with a wheelchair.

”Not a fan”, Kouji said.

”You don’t have much of a choice”, Kousei answered.

”I know.”

Kouji carefully shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, but froze when the nurse got closer to help him over to the wheelchair.

”I don’t like strangers touching me”, he mumbled.

”I won’t bite”, the nurse answered and Kouji blushed.

”It’s not you, it’s just… bad memories.”

He hated admitting it. Takuya and Kouichi looked curiously towards him and he knew he'd have to deal with their questions later. Kousei put a hand on the nurse’s shoulder.

”I’ve done this before, it’s fine.”

The nurse didn’t seem completely convinced, but took a step back anyway. Kouji didn’t need much help, he could move well enough on his own, and Kousei only needed to provide support while he moved between the bed and the chair. Kouji grabbed his hand and he put the other hand on Kouji’s back. Kouji took a couple of deep breaths before moving his legs over the edge of the bed and getting up. The world spun slightly as he stood up and he tightened his grip around Kousei’s hand.

”You’re doing fine”, Kousei said.

Takuya and Kouichi looked worried and Kouji was pretty sure some color had drained from his face as he got up. Kousei guided him until he was aligned with the seat and helped him sit down in it and Kouji let out a relieved sigh when he was seated.

”Would have been much easier with two hands”, he said and Kousei laughed.

”With two hands you’d have been on crutches instead.”

Kouichi grabbed the backpack again as the nurse grabbed the wheelchair and led them outside. Takuya walked next to Kouji while Kousei and Kouichi fell in line behind.

”You doing good?” Takuya asked.

”Painkiller’s wearing off”, Kouji answered. ”But yeah, as good as I can.”

”You almost looked like you’d faint when you got up from the bed.”

”Did I scare you?” Kouji grinned.

”Didn’t want your pretty face to get more banged up”, Takuya laughed.

”Are they flirting?” Kouichi asked. ”This does not seem to be the moment to flirt.”

The question didn’t get an answer as they arrived at the car. Kousei patted Kouji’s shoulder.

”Front or back?”

Kouji gestured to his splinted knee.

”I don’t think I’ll fit in the front seat.”

”Back it is then”, Kousei said and opened the door to the back seat.

”You can ride shotgun”, Takuya said to Kouichi and opened the door on the other side of the car. Kouichi shrugged and got seated in the passenger seat while Kousei helped Kouji into the car. Takuya stuck his upper body into the car, grabbed Kouji and pulled him across the seat to get him seated correctly. Kouji groaned.

”I’m not really this helpless.”

”You aren’t”, Takuya agreed. ”But that doesn’t mean you need to struggle on your own either.”

”...you’re being nice to me and I don’t like it.”

”Okay fine.” Takuya grinned. ”The casts are making you like ten kilos heavier.”

Kouji snorted.

”Aww, so you can no longer carry me like the princess I am?”

”You’ll always be a princess, don’t worry about that.”

Kouichi turned around in the front seat to look at them.

”Now I’m sure you’re flirting. Could that wait until my brother doesn’t have a concussion?”

”Spoilsport.” Takuya stuck his tongue out towards Kouichi. ”I’ll be nice.”

He handed Kouji the seatbelt and Kouji grabbed it. At least there’s something I can do myself, he though while fumbling with getting it in place. Takuya sat down in the seat behind Kouichi and placed Kouji’s splinted leg in his lap. Kouji closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

”Already exhausted”, he informed the others.

”We’ll be home soon”, Kousei said and finished packing up the wheelchair and putting it in the trunk.

”I am very tempted to tickle you right now”, Takuya said with barely held back laughter.

”Please don’t”, Kouji whispered and he could hear how close to tears he sounded. Takuya grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

”I think I’m legally allowed to kill you if you do”, Kouichi said from the front seat.

”I’m fine with that”, Takuya answered.

Kouji took a shaky breath. His head was throbbing again and tears gathered in his eyes. Any resistance he had held up until that point just vanished and all the fear from the fall and the examinations at the hospital washed over him now that he was safe and on his way home.

”Sorry”, he mumbled and tried to dry off the tears. New ones came just as quickly. ”I’m blaming the painkillers”, he added.

”We’ll stop to pick up your meds on the way home”, Kousei said and sat down in the drivers seat. ”You’ll be fine until then.”

”Yeah”, Kouji sniffled and grabbed Takuya’s hand. Takuya squeezed his hand again and Kouichi glared at Kousei before turning looking at Kouji again.

”Takuya and I’ll be staying a while, if that’s okay with you.”

Kouji nodded and tried to bury his face against the seat. It didn’t quite work. The car started and Kouji gripped Takuya’s hand tighter to brace against the pain caused by the car’s movements. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Takuya and Kouichi talked to each other and Kousei hummed a song in the front seat. The throbbing in Kouji’s head turned into pounding and nausea was boiling in his stomach. He shouldn’t have eaten the sandwich. For every second he could feel his muscles get tenser. He twisted more to the side so he could actually bury his face into the seat, but his stomach was not a fan of the movement and he bit his cheek to stop the contents in it to come up. The car stopped just as the nausea was about to win and he swallowed. Takuya put a hand on his shoulder and he opened his eyes ever so slightly.

”What’s wrong?” Takuya asked.

”Too much.”

He closed his eyes again. Kousei got out of the car and Kouji’s shoulders relaxed a tiny bit.

”Too much sensory input”, Kouichi whispered. ”I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have been talking so much.”

Kouji wanted to shake his head, tell Kouichi it was fine, but it would be a lie. He didn’t answer and the car was silent while they waited for Kousei to return. Fifteen minutes later and the nausea was mostly gone and Kouji could free his face from the seat again. Kouichi had buried his nose in a book and Takuya was playing games on his phone and Kouji watched them until Kousei returned. Kousei sat down in the driver’s seat and handed the small bag to Kouichi, who turned to Kouji.

”Want it now?” he asked. Kouji shook his head.

”When we get home”, he said. Kouichi nodded and put the bag in the backpack together with the book he’d been reading. Kousei started the car and Kouji took a deep breath before hiding against the seat again.

~~~~~~~~~

Painkillers knocked Kouji out completely and for once Kouichi was happy about it. He hated seeing his younger brother in pain and the car ride had been agony for both of them. Kouji had thrown up halfway home and neither Kouichi nor Takuya had accepted a no for an answer after that, and because of that Kouji had fallen asleep just before they arrived at his home. Kousei had carried him inside and he was now sleeping on the couch. Takuya and Kouichi were playing Go Fish on the floor next to the couch while Kousei and Satomi had left to get groceries. Takuya kept glancing at Kouji and Kouichi rolled his eyes.

”Just confess to him, you’re already pretty much together anyway.”

Takuya blushed.

”I wasn’t thinking about that!”

Kouichi raised an eyebrow.

”I wasn’t only thinking about that”, Takuya corrected himself. ”I was just thinking… We’re never letting Kouji go down the stairs again after this, right?”

”His room is on the upper floor”, Kouichi said and put down four fives. ”I don’t think we can stop him.”

”He could have died.”

”Takuya…” Kouichi put his cards to the side. ”Kouji and I fall on the stairs all the time. He wasn’t even close to dying. I don’t like seeing him hurt either but… We can’t stop him from living just because we’re worried.”

”Elevators”, Kouji muttered and yawned. Both Takuya and Kouichi jumped slightly, but Takuya recovered faster.

”Did we wake you up?”

”Less hurty”, Kouji answered. ”Gonna sleep more.”

Kouji turned his face away from Kouichi and Takuya and fell right back asleep. Kouichi laughed and shook his head. The meds helped, but Kouji had always been able to fall asleep instantly, at least during the time Kouichi had known him. Takuya still had a serious look at his face and Kouichi grabbed his cards again.

”I’m not gonna let him go first down the stairs again though”, Takuya said.

Kouichi wanted to protest, but the exact same thought had crossed his mind as well. No one had died this time, but what if it happened again? He let out a sigh. Kouji wouldn’t let them and it really wasn’t an optimal idea either. They needed to figure out another solution to both The Curse and Kouji’s lack of night vision. He glanced at his cards. That was a problem for future them.

”Got any threes?” he asked and the game continued.

#my writing #digimon frontier #Lights Out AU #kouji minamoto #kouichi kimura #takuya kanbara #hurt kouji #this got long because I absolutely needed to have Kouji say 'so you can no longer carry me like the princess I am' #I'm mostly happy with it #like I can tell there's things that could be better written #but I get hooked every time I read through it (ten times now!) so honestly it's fine enough #this is the last chapter of Lights Out #but I'm not gonna abandon this AU #I have a few more ideas #I want to get back to the 15 hurt/comfort prompts I was working on tho #so I'm gonna try and focus on that again before going on with this #but we'll see what happens xD

[ampleax]

07/07/22

hello! i just realized that i missed a day, but that doesn’t really matter since nothing’s special happened yesterday. i was just moping and playing random games. 

only a few of my friends know but i found a job! a pretty stable income that i could use for my cosplays, i’m planning to do sakura miko soon- but my mom probably won’t let me use my own money for something that’s not connected to our house. whatever, i’ll get a job then i’ll do whatever i want too- someday. i just found out that he’s going to feu! there’s nothing wrong with that, a couple of friends just sent me a picture of him (taken from a different person’s instagram story) and sent it to me. he’s a smart boy, i know he’ll shine wherever he goes but of course there’s a small part of me hoping he’ll go to a school near mine. but that’s too much. i wonder what course he’s taking? i guess i miss him, but i don’t want to get back together with him because i know he’ll just suffer again. i’ll be unstable and he’ll have to tolerate me and my antics just like N. maybe i just miss what it feels like to be appreciated and wanted by somebody, without them wanting anything in return except for love. but it doesn’t matter. i hope he’s in a good place right now. when i think about why i left him, it’s hard to put everything into words without me exploding into tears because my main reason was i was so unstable at the time. i still am! but back then, emotions just kept piling up. sometimes, i would feel envy because it was as if his life was laid out in stone already- like he already had plans for the future. envy because he was smart and hardworking. also doubt- i was constantly doubting his feelings for me because i was no one compared to his admirers. i wasn’t smart, i’m not that pretty, what was i supposed to do? his friends wanted to be doctors and engineers, i wanted to be a game developer. i didn’t want to feel that way about him because he doesn’t deserve that kind of thing. i didn’t want to be labeled crazy for being scared that he was gonna leave me, so i ended up breaking down and leaving him first. but it was a good idea, i guess! he’s in a better place and i’m slowly getting better too. i hope he’s with someone else he likes now. if i can go back in time, i would do it again but i will at least tell him why properly. no use crying over spilled milk. he probably doesn’t even remember the whole “single by 30″ thing. will i even be alive by then? growing up scares me. i guess one of the things i regret the most about high school was that i wasn’t able to find friends that would actually stick by me even after all this. don’t get me wrong, i’m not doubting I&J (and A? i guess?) but i can’t really tell them much about myself without them making fun of me and turning it into jokes. i love them, but after what happened with me and my mom- when we fought and when i tried to find a place to go, no one responded. i’m not mad or holding a grudge over that, but i find myself thinking about it from time to time. the same thing goes for the girls (M and C), they’re very caring people and are extroverts so i’m probably just not outgoing enough to be able to keep up with them- but i just feel so left out whenever i’m with them because they always talk about other people, and they always try to bring him (G) up. again, i’m not mad, just bummed. i can’t even trust them with my secrets because they’re friends with really nosy people, my secrets would probably be spilled without anyone even asking. now look at me, i’m posting my secrets online for anyone to see if they just dig a bit deeper. it doesn’t matter, i just want to be able to let things out somehow. i guess that’s it for today. here’s kousui by eito! https://youtu.be/KI4YJmMqiG4

[comeandreadawhile]

Clone Social Media : Hobbies

The phenomenon starts with the intention to show the civilians of the Republic the men behind the armor, as well as an encouragement for the men to do the things they enjoy when they have the time to in lieu of sitting around cleaning weapons for a third time that day.

Scratch that—the phenomenon starts with High General Kenobi, on a rare day of leave, teaching his Marshal Commander how to bake. Said Commander’s men were happy to taste test the flurry of experimental confections that pervaded their leave days in the following months. News spread fast of Marshal Commander Cody having a knack for baking, and so followed the spread of troopers attempting to make their own treats and/or branching off into other things the civilians called “hobbies” whenever what they could get their hands on afforded them.

The phenomenon kicked off when Padawan Commander Tano began a social media account with the intention of using it as a public diary, her first post was a picture taken of some of the 501st—with permission, her caption says—as they went about retouching paint scuffed in their most recent battle. The men are relaxed, some with paint smeared on their hands and cheeks and seemingly reacting to some joke or story told outside the threshold of the camera, and it’s an almost startling difference from the image of rigid lines of men, faceless in their full kits of white plastoid, that the civilians are used to. Tano’s second post is a video clip of one Captain Rex, with one General Skywalker sitting on his back counting reps, doing push-ups; the video was captioned “Another day in the G.A.R., restless in hyperspace.”

The digital diary continues from there, videos and pictures of specific locations posted only after reaching a safe distance to do so, never sharing anything mission critical—past, current, or hypothetical future. Eventually she shows the men under her how to make their own accounts, and other Jedi and their own troops follow suit. The 212th then takes it upon themselves to post pictures of the little cakes their Marshal Commander has gotten so proficient at making, and, when General Kenobi creates a joint account titled “command_212”, convince Cody to post pictures of things he bakes before they are distributed—even in the process of baking, if the fancy strikes him.

So Marshal Commander Cody shares pictures of his experiments, of recipes he finds that turned out well, of recipes that didn’t because of some error or other that he’s determined to give another go, with the occasional cryptid picture of General Kenobi taking his tea in the barrack’s kitchen. As time goes on those pictures shift to Obi-Wan covered in flour, or a shot taken from several feet away of Cody sneaking batter captioned “caught red-handed in the red velvet”.

As Marshal Commander of the 212th has taken to baking to relieve stress, the Commander of the 104th has turned to needlecraft and yarnwork.

The 104th retaliate the populatrity of the 212th’s command account with the domesticity of their own, despite the vaguely threatening possibilities of knitting and sewing needles. Boost and Sinker run the majority of the account, although all OG members of the 104th have access to it; they post pictures of the things Wolffe makes them, of General Plo covered in the lengths of scarves he’s received, of Comet in the ever-growing swath the gifted blankets with the current tally in the caption (his toes were off the floor by blanket burrito 6). The holonet at large loves Plo almost as much as his men, and once a week they post him saying some piece of sage wisdom—or utter nonsense, as the mood strikes—as the war goes on. After months of asking for a face reveal and requests for the patterns people are sure Wolffe uses, they make the most Force-forsaken tutorial videos as an all-in-one series.

“HOLY **** HE’S CASTING ON 12 TO START—“ “WHAT A MAD MAN!”

“So when you get to this row here you’re going to knit 3, purl 3–“ “TRANSCENDENT!” “—yes, thank you, and then keep doing that until you reach the end of the row...”

“Oh, OH MAN HE’S GONNA DO IT!” “HE’S GONNA CHANGE COLORS!” “Holy **** man he’s gonNA YOOOOOOOOOO!”

Cody is then issued a challenge by the holonet to learn to knit. He learns to crochet. Because Obi-Wan knows how to crochet. The holonet loves video snippets of them progressing on projects together. They also love the videos Ahsoka posts of Cody attempting to teach Rex, and praise the absolutely completely unrelated hat she later posts a picture of; it covers her Montrals with enough room for a few years’ growth. Anakin gets yarn stuck in his mechanical hand because he forgot to put his glove on before attempting to craft.

The real throwdown happens when the account for the Coruscant Guard posts videos of Fox aggressively tatting while venting about the lack of funding for proper security and surveillance tech.

Each posts sees a comical increase in the surfaces covered in lace doilies and runners, as well as a new topic for Fox’s venting.

A picture of an pillow embroidered with “Kriff the Seppies” is briefly posted to the 104th’s account before being taken down and replaced with a censor bar. Rumors begin to circulate when Senator Chuchi posts a picture wearing a gifted lace shawl; Senator Amidala comments on her confusion being resolved as to why Riyo kept bringing little baskets of crochet thread with her before a senate meetings.

A competition for ship nose art starts up, many votes going to the 501st, and the holonet’s heart once again melting at “Plo’s Bros”. Personal art begins popping up soon after. Fives starts posting spray paint tutorials, Rex and Hardcase become popular for clean graphic art. Bly gets his hands on metallic paint and the crowds go wild. Kix has taken his clean haircut game to the next level.

And then Colt and Shaak Ti make an account to post art the Littles make, most of them representations of their older brothers with wishes of safety and good luck, and of the only Jedi they’ve ever known, sometimes creatures they studied in their preparation for worlds outside of Kamino. Of batches passing their final tests with a congratulatory post.

Suggestions and instructions are sent out for clones who want to take and sell commissions, allowing them to finally make some money; most Jedi are more than happy to help make sure the finished work mails out properly to the buyers.

Ships of the non-nose art kind surface on the holonet. It’s generally agreed upon that command_212 is run by husbands, and Aayla is the protector of the 327th and Bly’s heart, even if she’s a clumsy menace around his artwork (caf spilled over a drying watercolor can be interesting or terrible depending on the circumstance). No one can agree whether Skywalker is married to his captain or Senator Amidala, but everyone agrees that Ahsoka is their baby. The holonet declares Plo to have Big Dad Energy. Shaak Ti’s Big Mom Energy is a friendly rival. The Jedi council has made no official statement denying or denouncing these attachments.

Public interest begins to shift from producing more soldiers to making sure the ones the Republic has stay alive, when the realization hits that within a couple of years the children posting art and losing teeth would probably be losing blood and brothers on some far away planet. Of making sure the men are eating well instead of just surviving. Well certain account-holders don’t post for a while, grieving a loss, posting again to reassure their followers they’re alright, the public questions what’s being done to keep the men emotionally and mentally well outside of the hobbies the public knows them for. “Born to handle any stress” is very much the wrong answer.

Pressure is put on the Chancellor to let the Separatists sucede, no one quite sure anymore why allowing them to would be harmful when at worst new trade agreements would need to be brokered; if they want to leave so badly, let them. And let the men have their hobbies.

(Sad thoughts ahead)

Sometimes commissioners never receive their orders, simply a refund with a letter from that clone’s Jedi after the latest battle ends. Any money they’d made would be split however their closest brothers decide.

The channel that always posts pranks and spray paint tutorials makes a post saying they’d be away to look after their sick little brother. It’s the last post they make.

The Coruscant Guard’s account stops posting a few nights later.

After Order 66 goes out, a new account goes up posting any pictures and cute videos of Aayla. Reposting old ones that the public is sure they’d seen somewhere before, posting new ones of funny faces and ridiculous videos of silly dances. The last one is the only one captioned, “she wasn’t a traitor.”

The account is deleted the same night, and the one of the 327th’s adventures never posts again.

Wolfpack_104 does not post, but is still there.

Command_212 is deleted almost immediately the night of the order.

Years go by, almost sixteen, and only after Vader already knows she’s alive does Ahsoka post again. It’s a picture of her, and Rex and Wolffe onboard the Ghost in hyperspace captioned “Was never a traitor. Always the little sister even if I’m four years older. In case you’re wondering, Rex still draws and Wolffe still knits when we can nab the string and flimsi.”

#star wars #the clone wars #codywan #blyla #implied #foxiyo #rexwalker #commander cody #captain rex #commander wolffe #commander bly #commander colt #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #plo koon #shaak ti

[loveanoutcast]

ok but I read games and I am ADDICTED and I just thought I could maybe request something like-

Eren meeting the reader through a simple comment and a timeskip to them being v close until they eventually end up in a fight because reader was ranting to eren about how perfect their crush (who is actually eren) is and him just exploding and them getting into a fight until the reader eventually goes "that person is you, dumbass!" Or smth like that and from there it all just turns into a lot of kisses and smut👀

only if you're comfy/in the mood of writing smth like this tho! just had this random thought last night and thought I'd request a little erenxfembodiedreader

Anyway have a nice day, night, afternoon, morning, you're amazing :D

Oh my gosh, this is my first request ever and I am so incredibly excited to write this and I really hope I did good in writing something you would want. Thank you so much for submitting this request, please feel free to send more! I love writing fanfics of any aot character and will do my absolute best to embody them in these. Sorry for the long wait, when I say the last chapter had me all the way FUCK3D up. EreMika is canon and I haven't been able to stop saying "He loved her, oh my god he loved her" in that "and they were roommates" vine way because that's my coping mechanism and it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I give you-

"Assumptions."

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!reader

TW: nsfw, smut, angst, jealously, swearing, yelling, a bit of fluff, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of sexism, eren being denser than a rock, Levi having health issues because he's old

Other: aot world if the mess of season four never happened and eren didn't fall to sad bitch hours, reader is a regular girl with family issues, all characters are over 18, Erwin never died and Floch never went insane

It wasn't that Eren hated going into town, but he wasn't exactly used to going to town alone. He always had Mikasa and Armin flanking either side of him but since the discovery of the world outside the walls and the decreased threat of titans, scouts were needed more than ever in the recovery of the lost districts. Mikasa was the second strongest soldier alive and Armin was expected to take after Erwin. Eren was useful when it came to being the one who possessed the attack and founder titan, but lately there was no big threats that required his titan abilities.

That didn't stop Hange from poking him, nor did it stop Captain Levi from keeping him busy with even the most minimalist of tasks. Today was no different and when the options were given to him and Jean, who was still asleep in his bunker, on shoveling horse shit or going into town to stock up on supplies and check to ensure all market suppliers weren't being capitalist pigs to the local vendors, Eren all but hauled ass through the door, hand swiping the grocery list off the table and yelling, "Good luck Jean-boy!"

Everything seemed to be going just fine, none of the local vendors had any troubles and most seemed happier with the drastic improvements of the living situations for Eldians. The fear of being eaten any day now or losing a loved one to war had seemed to be the driving force that had led to problems before. Some people recognized Eren, but no one seemed to want to approach him. He had had encounters with people who thought of him as a god, but he usually ignored them or kept a level-headed composure. Despite knowing that he had a power no one else had, outside of being a titan-shifter, Eren didn't really know what he had to offer. Armin was smart, Mikasa was strong, and he couldn't exactly claim titan-shifter seeing that Armin was also the colossal and Ymir had been the jaw.

He let out a sigh, kicking a rock in his path and silently yearning for something beyond his knowledge. Despite knowing that he was never really alone, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He had never given much thought to settling down, with the clock running out on him he often thought what was even the point? He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep being a soldier or if he wanted to go back home one day, he didn't really try to dwell on the future, content with being in the present and having Mikasa always on the verge of tears when she was reminded that he would one day die, didn't really give him room to think of much else.

You weren't oblivious to the tales and rumors that went around the town about the scouts and their secret weapon in the form of a shapeshifting man and how him and his comrades were able to plug the hole in the wall of a district your family had come from long ago. Your father had long since escaped the walls of Maria before it fell, he made an honest living being a construction man, and your mother was a nurse who happened to catch his eye when he had a roofing accident. They built a life for themselves within Wall Rose. You weren't the richest family, nor did you have a name that was well known. Nonetheless, you were all hard working. Your brothers worked for the respect they got, one being a weapon maker and the other being a bar keeper was enough for the part of town you were in. Even their wives did well for themselves in being a seamstress and bar waitress. As the youngest, you were loved and cared for. You weren't the most beautiful girl in town, but you turned heads nonetheless, well until one of your brothers decided to glare or promptly hit whoever doted on you too long for their liking.

The people who knew you, thought you were trouble. Mostly the elders spewed of you and your ways of thinking being a disgrace to everything Eldians stood for and bringing only shame to your gender, you were a woman ahead of her time and they couldn't stand it. Like your mother you had entered the medical field, but even when you were small you claimed you would be a doctor one day. You shadowed and worked under the supervision of the town's doctors. Many amused at your antics, some who didn't care about you being a girl and just grateful to leave such responsibility on someone who was genuine in the intent, and others not caring one way or another and not willing to hear your screeching pleads to observe what they did. Your mom had spoken with you more than once about settling with being a doctor's aide, today being no different and you let out a sigh as you looked to your mother's pained expression.

"I just don't understand why you insist on making your life so difficult? It was bad enough when you proudly exclaimed your goals in front of the entire church, but now this?"

You could only look away, looking towards the fields where you saw your third brother grooming the horses. You hadn't said anything bad, you were approached with a job offer that would give you the title and respect you had been desperately craving, and it would bring greater honor to your family...or so you thought before your mother reacted the opposite in which you hoped.

"I will not have any daughter of mine chasing dreams and fantasies off in some other place where no one can protect you. This is a suicide mission and I for one will not stand by and watch you march forward to your downfall."

Your father stood behind your mother, not really saying anything and not even looking at you. You felt especially bad for the commander and captain who stood on either side of you and were bearing witness to the absurd exchange between your family.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, you have to know that if Y/N were to accept this offer, she would never be in the front lines. We have bases located all throughout the walls and she would do what she did best and be our primary doctor." Commander Erwin spoke with such calm words, his demeanor kind and patient.

"So you expect me to let her run off with a bunch of men whose brains are broken from the wars they fought and not worry? She is not even married!"

You grit your teeth so hard upon hearing that, you were sick of the standards put forth on you since your birth. You were sick of the expectations you were in no hurry to reach and you were especially tired of the lack of faith your family had in you to be independent and strong. Your fists clenched and you felt a steady gaze on you.

"I'm not an expert or anything on parenting, nor will I act as if I am, but instead of yelling at her, why don't you try asking your daughter what she wants to do?" You didn't silence the gasp you released, looking at Captain Levi in confusion and admiration.

All eyes turned to you, your mother crossing her arms as if asking you to try and defy her. Erwin looked a bit expectedly and Levi looking indifferent to the entire conversation. It was your father who beat you to it before you could even open your mouth to answer.

"You have a choice, my daughter. If you choose to stay, you'll make your mother and brothers happy. You can continue to help people but you will never be acknowledged as a doctor...but you'll have your family. Or you can choose to leave and live your life to your own accord, but you will lose the respect of the town and your mother will never speak to you again. Are you willing to put yourself above your family?" You expected this from your father, always neutral and never judgmental, what he was saying was true after all. Were you willing to lose your family over your dreams? Would you be able to survive on your own with only the scouts to rely on?

Your head was hurting and your frustration only grew when your brothers decided to come home and after your mother wailing at them about your plans to leave, they were quick to overwhelm you with their own opinions. The commander and captain apologized but they had to leave and return to headquarters.

"Take your time on making your decision. We will come back in a few days for your answer." Commander Erwin told you, giving you a smile as he continued, "I know its a lot to ask you to choose us over your flesh and blood, but if you do. You have my promise that we will protect you, and we may never be able to fully replace your family in your heart, but the scouts will be a family on its own for you."

"Tch," Captain Levi shook his head, "Look brat, you will see and do things that you won't always like. People will die no matter how hard you try to save them, but call Erwin and Hange delusional--they see something in you. Don't walk into this half-assed, if you choose to be our doctor and you choose to take on the title and everything it carries with it, you have to dedicate your heart."

You only nodded. Two days had passed as you walked through the market, the small basket in your hands carried apples and some citrus fruits. Your mother still wasn't talking to you and your brothers seemingly assumed you wouldn't be leaving, only your father knew how frantic your mind was, and one morning he admitted that he would be delighted to have at least one of his children carry the family name on a military standing. So you had his support.

You even spoke to the animal doctor you had been shadowing for the past few weeks, his eyebrows had rose in an impressed matter and he promptly asked when you would be leaving.

"I haven't made a decision, yet." You said.

"You would be an idiot not to take it." Was all he replied before asking you to give the cattle their medicine.

Idiot, huh? You wondered. You knew deep down he was right. Your mind continued to play in endless loops of thought before you heard a commotion to your right. Turning your head you saw a group of men, their huddling seemed a bit more frantic and it was not until one of them yelled that you noticed one man in particular on his knees.

"Help! Someone call a doctor!"

The man on the floor was bleeding rather profusely and you didn't have time to question what happened before you quickly made way.

"Sir, let me see."

"Hey! Woman don't touch him!"

"Make yourself useful and go get a doctor! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I am a doctor." You calmly said, inspecting the gash on his side and seeing the edge of what appeared to be a broken pipe sticking out from the building behind them. The drips if bloods glistening in the sun only confirmed what you thought.

"We were-" The injured man rasped out, "Just horsing around."

"It's okay." You reassured, grabbing a roll of gauze and stack of medical napkins you always kept in your basket. You apologized before applying pressure to the wound, and you heard the patter of rushing feet.

"A doctor is on his way! A real one!" One of the men sneered, and you did your best not to roll your eyes and focus on stopping the bleeding. You asked the man to lie on his back and he surprisingly complied, he didn't seem to care about you being a girl and only seemed thankful to not be alone and scared.

"Do you hear that? Move before you kill him!" The first man hollered, the hand on your shoulder causing you to sharply inhale.

"Excuse me for one moment." You told the man, and you were quick as you hand shot up to grip the disrespectful ass by his wrist and twist it in one fluid motion, you wasted no time in using the building wall as leverage, quickly running up and using his weight to stabilize yourself before you roundhouse kicked him so hard it sent both of you flying back. You landed on one foot, balancing yourself before going back to the patient.

You couldn't deny how satisfying it was to hear the impact, or the groan of pain coming from him. Your eyes met the others.

"If any of you touch me, I'll do exactly what I did to your buddy there, but ten times worse. Now shut the hell up and let me save this man."

Eyes widely stared at you as you resumed caring for the injured, a few minutes passed by the time the doctor got there.

"Oh!" His eyebrows rose, "Hello Y/N, didn't expect to see you here. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left the hospital on its own."

"Hi Dr. Goodwin," You looked up, two fingers on the injured man's wrist and the other held up four fingers from your counting. You blushed slightly from his confidence in you and you noticed the men who bullied you all sport faces of confusion.

"His pulse is stable. I wrapped the wound tightly, but he needs stitches."

"Thank you, miss." The injured man grabbed your hand and you smiled in return.

"Don't mention it."

"Actually, it's Dr. Y/L/N." Dr. Goodwin said, seeing your eyes widen and the smile he gave only made your heart swell that much more.

The doctor nodded, thanking you before asking his helpers to load him to the small gurney they brought. He could only thank you briefly before you waved them off. The other guys had stayed back, eyes wide in disbelief that the doctor not only recognized you, but acknowledged your work.

"Are you a nurse or something?"

"Are you morons deaf? Did you not hear Dr. Goodwin? I'm a doctor too."

The leader seemed to recover from the kick you gave him earlier as his lip curled in an ugly matter, "What kind of sick joke is that? No such thing as a woman doctor."

"Obviously there is if I'm standing right in front of you. Or did my kick knock a few more scews loose?"

Eren was walking buy, noticing the commotion from afar and as a soldier, his instincts to provide help in dire situations kicked in. He elbowed his way to the front. Seeing you standing defiantly in front of five tall muscular men. He stepped forward as the main leader got in your face, but when you shifted your foot, he seemed to coil back. Eren noticed a giant welt on one side of his face and wondered how the hell he got such an ugly bruise. It didn't stop their onslaught.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you could do whatever the fuck you want?"

"Because in this world, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I please." Eren watched as your eyes narrowed in further defiance, the smile on your face sickeningly sweet and all he could think about was how he had never seen such a woman.

You hadn't even noticed the audience that gathered, you side stepped the group of men, going as far as waving a goodbye with a breathy giggle, you picked up your basket. You had a small hop to your step and despite not caring to even spare a glance to the onlookers, your eyes met a pair of pretty green ones. The prominent bone structure made you think, "Wow."

However, the tall muscular body you did a once over on had you follow that thought with, "Oh damn."

Eren seemed dumbfounded, your obviousness in checking him out made him flush. He had never felt self-conscious over his body. He knew even before he hit puberty that he would do well to grow muscles and abs, the necessary type of figure to have if one were to be a soldier of the scouts. He knew it was also something some females found attractive in the opposite sex but it's not like he ever had time to date much less dwell on what girls liked. Seeing the way you looked at him though, he couldn't deny that he silently hoped for your approval.

When you finally met his eyes once more, you had him floored when he saw you drop a wink at him.

The crowd murmuring as they watched you go made his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stepped to one of the members and demanded an explanation.

"Honestly, the little lady was crazy! She came in here claiming to be a doctor and helped patch up a guy who got cut by the pipe over there. Instead of waiting for a real doctor, she made a whole fuss."

"Where's the guy?"

"Dr. Goodwin picked him up. That doctor is mad too, he also said she was a doctor, but that's ridiculous. No woman can be a doctor. That's so many levels of wrong."

Eren felt the urge to punch the man in the mouth, but one glance at the ugly bruise his friend sported reminded him,

"What happened to your face?"

The leader grumbled a bunch of profanities, "That little bitch. I tried to get her off before she messed the guy up anymore and she kicked me."

"In your face?" Eren sounded impressed, and he was when he received a nod of confirmation.

He looked to the direction which you disappeared in and said fine words to the group, "Whether you men like it or not. The world is changing, everyone is free to be who they want. If women can join the military no problem, they can be doctors too."

He saluted before rushing off, not hearing the mutters of annoyance from the men. In all honestly, Eren had no clue on what he was doing.

You were scrubbing off the blood from under your fingernails near a fountain when you hear the shuffle of feet from behind you. You silently hoped it wasn't any of those morons asking for more trouble, but you were pleasantly surprised when your eyes met a pair of green ones from before.

"I'm Eren." You smiled at him, nodding and your smile turned quirked when he stuttered in, "Yeager. Eren Yeager."

Hmm, you had thought, His name suits him. You studied his demeanor, not missing the gear strapped to either sides of his hips or the green hood covering his shoulders. You knew immediately that he was a scout and you wondered if he knew Captain Levi. Before you got the courage to ask him, he beat you to it.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier? Do you really think that? That we're all free to do anything we want here?"

You smiled as you nodded, walking towards a vendors stand and Eren fell into step beside you, you felt nervous around him, but also safe with his company. He watched you as you picked up another apple to inspect.

"We have laws and rules though...so we're not technically all the way free?"

"I'm free to be me, just as you are free to be you...Eren...Yeager."

It was the way the sun hit your face in that moment, highlighting your strong cheekbones and giving a special glint in your eyes that made Eren want to hear your thoughts more. He spent the rest of the day asking you questions, never satisfied with the small responses you gave him and he even walked you home. The mean glare from your mother confused him beyond belief and it was your father's words that made you gasp in surprise that night.

"He's the titan shifter, the one who helped plug up wall Rose."

Your face had turned red in embarrassment, you were talking so casually to a literal titan and you even flirted with him. He even held your basket the entire trip to your house and you didn't even consider how informal you acted with your skirt. You had hitched one of them up your thigh to get better footing and hadn't missed the way Eren blushed at seeing so much skin. You knew the girls in the scouts wore pants, but even then they kept covered.

You were certain Eren wanted nothing else to do with a girl who held little to no morals, but you were caught by pleasant surprise when you saw him with Erwin and Levi the next day in town.

His eyes had immediately found yours and you didn't miss the blush on his cheeks as he gave you a small wave. You couldn't but laugh when Captain Levi suddenly kicked him.

"Who's got you turning red brat?"

"Uh-it's nothing, captain."

He didn't look convinced as you gathered the courage to approach. Erwin acknowledged your presence which Eren was grateful for, but his eyebrows still came down in confusion on how the commander knew your name.

"Y/N!" Erwin gave a polite smile which you returned, "So great to see you. We were actually just about to stop by your house."

"Really? What a coincidence, I was hoping to stop by headquarters today as well." Your smile was bright, and by the way the air around you seemed cheerful, Erwin returned your energy.

"Bearing good news I hope?" He still hesitantly asked.

You nodded as you laughed, "I would love to accept the offer if it still stands."

"Of course it does," Captain Levi scoffed, his arms were folded across his chest. You noted for the first time the soft grey color of his eyes and despite the deep scowl he was currently showing, he had chubby cheeks that made you want to squish, "We wouldn't be coming all this way for nothing."

"I thought we were coming to collect a new scout, Captain Levi." Eren asked, you felt yourself blush in realization that he had no clue it was actually you they were referring to.

"We are," Levi grabbed you by your arm and yanked you towards him as he pointed at you while looking at Eren like he was an idiot, "Meet the scout's new doctor. Dr. Y/L/N meet Eren-"

"Yeager." You finished, smiling towards Eren, "We've met."

Erwin and Levi exchanged looks as they watched you and Eren smiled at each other like a pair of idiots, the realization dawning over them and Erwin couldn't fight the smirk that crossed his face. Small world, he thought.

Six months had passed since the first fateful encounter you had with Eren. You had long since moved out of your home and besides the occasional secret letter from your father, you hadn't heard nor seen the rest of your family since your decision to become a doctor for the scouts.

It was a transition to go through as you lost one family and gained a new one, but everyone was so accepting and welcoming. The girls welcomed you with open arms, most notably was Sasha whose habit of eating everything and anything brought her to the infirmary on more than one occasion, Connie usually followed right behind her with a minor injury resulting from his carelessness. You had met Floch when he brought Jean in from a sparring session gone wrong and he immediately took a liking to you. Your level-headedness was like a breath of fresh air to him as he was constantly sorrounded by people he thought were idiots. Jean liked your confidence (The fact that you were easy on the eyes, didn't hurt either), Mikasa respected the way you didn't hesitate to put people in their place, and Armin admired that despite your obvious toughness, you were a kind and patient doctor who never turned anyone away. You were diligent and hard-working, yet your smile was always able to uplift any sour mood and you always put your best foot forward. The one time he had puked all over your hospital floor from eating too much undercooked meat was embarrassing for him, he thought for sure you were going to be angry and call him an idiot. Instead, you took his temperature, put a cold cloth on his head (despite his titan status guaranteeing a speedy recovery), and started a healthier diet plan for him. Armin was scheduled a weekly checkup with you, partly to ensure he was listening and partly for you to study him a bit more. Your research on the titan's ability to regenerate and recover from even the worst injuries was fascinating for you, you hoped to isolate the genes and figure out a way to maybe trigger it in regular Eldians without setting off the titan ability, the fact that Eren made it a habit to accompany Armin didn't hurt either.

Eren had grown attached to you, whenever he wasn't busy or in need of a place to hide from Captain Levi's wrath or Hange's insistence to poke and prod him, he would be hanging out around you or in your office. At one point you had to hide him under your desk when Commander Erwin stopped by to hold a meeting with you about providing first aid training to the scouts for excursions. You were always welcomed to accompany them outside the walls, but your work was enough to make you stay. You recalled the way Eren was pressed against your legs, the feel of his hands steadying himself on your calves and when your skirt had shifted up when you reached for one of the records, you felt Eren brush his fingertips along the muscle. You had stammered the rest of the meeting through and smacked him afterwards for putting you in such a compromising position. You were blushing furiously at the way he gave such a boyish grin and even that night while he walked you to your small cottage, he had a satisfied smile in place.

You always knew you liked Eren, you were also hopeful that the feeling was mutual. The both of you had grown close over the course of your stay, as the head doctor you were given your own living quarters, not too far from headquarters but not so close to the city that you would be given a hard time. Your cottage was fair in size and with the amount of income you were receiving, you were quick to furnish and decorate it to your liking. Eren had even helped by adding his own touches to the interior. The times you would go to the city with him was always met with many curious stares. Your age and gender made many turn heads when you walked in, the fact that you were the youngest and by far prettiest doctor the scouts had ever had made people naturally gravitate to you. Your ability to make friends quickly also made it that almost every weekend you were entertaining guests at your house. Sometimes it would be dinner with Sasha, Niccolo, and Connie. Other times you would be knitting and embroidering with Mikasa and Armin, there was even game nights with everyone until Jean and Eren became too competitive with one another. Other times when the higher ups had meetings (All of which you had to attend since you technically held an officer position within the military branch) you would offer your house where you all shared cups of tea and your famous baked goods. You had even seen Captain Levi grab seconds on your sugar cookies.

It was the times when Eren would swing by alone that caused your heart to flutter, he would walk you home almost every night now. At first he would find the poorest excuses to see you like needing a bandaid for his wrist from the biting (even though by the time you gave him the gauze it would be healed over completely) or try to "casually" be around the area when you would get out at three in the morning. Eventually your amusement turned to you asking him to walk you home every night under the guise that you were afraid of being targeted or hurt, even though everyone had seen you body-slam Reiner the one time he tried to hit on you when you were stitching up his eyebrow from an ugly gash. Nonetheless, Eren accepted. You would invite him in for tea every time and he would even bring you lunch on days he failed to see you in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone under the sun knew about you and Eren's crushes on one another, so it was also a pain in the ass that neither of you had yet to make a move on one another. Even Erwin had assumed you two were together the one morning he stopped by your house on your day off to ask for your aid for a soldier who had broken their arm from a training exercise, his eyes had grown wide upon seeing you open the door in only your nightgown, you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you invited him in for breakfast.

Upon walking in, he immediately saw Eren exiting your bathroom in his casual jeans, his hair was wet and sticking up from the steam of the shower. Eren wasn't wearing a shirt and before Erwin could excuse himself completely you quickly explained how you hadn't wanted him to walk outside so late so he slept on your couch. You were washing his clothes and had left them out to dry and Erwin could only nod and stop himself from suggesting for Eren to bring spare clothes to yours, remembering that it wasn't his place to push or even encourage his team's doctor and titan-shifter to date even though by the way he saw you put jelly on Eren's toast while he made your cup of tea with three sugars was enough for him to almost just order the two of you to date. Instead, he gave a long rant to Levi, wondering aloud whether Eren was either oblivious to your affections or just an idiot, Levi only replied with, "Did you happen to bring any of the toast she made?"...he did and Levi later on answered, "He's just an idiot." while licking the excess jelly off his fingers.

It was another day at headquarters, the mid-summer day was hot and since the flow of traffic had been slow inside the infirmary, you found yourself mostly in the officer's lounge. You had opted to wear a long sleeve empire waist dress, the top had ruffles along your collar and the soft pink of the dress complimented your skin tone. It fell around mid-thigh and the black shoes you wore with them completed your overall look. Eren had stared at your bare legs for a while until he noted your haircut. You had only cut off the ends but your heart did a flip as you blushed from him noticing. You had been chatting with Hange about your research while Moblit spoke to Eren about the new set of routes to be taken during their next trip beyond the walls when Captain Levi walked in. Hange waved him over and he fell easily beside you.

"Hey." His arm brushing against yours and you hummed in response, leaning a bit towards him which didn't go unnoticed by Eren.

"Levi, did you take your medicine this morning?" About two weeks ago you had caught the captain asleep at his desk for the fourth time. You knew he overworked himself and refused to sleep in his bed no matter how many therapeutic pillows you got him, but while he was out like a light you decided to check his blood pressure, only to find it alarmingly high. You figured the amount of stress and cups of caffeinated tea were to blame. Levi kept in good shape, but considering his age and the fact that he never even considers laughing, you prescribed him medications to be take every morning and cut him off from his usual tea leaves. The former was easier to push as the calcium and magnesium capsules were easy to swallow, it was getting rid of all the tins in his desk that made him a bit unbearable to the new recruits.

He let out an annoyed grunt as he nodded. Your smile was soft as you put an encouraging hand on his arm and Eren was officially not listening to Moblit anymore.

"Thanks for sticking to your diet, Captain Levi. As a token of my appreciation, I got you these." You didn't let him reply, quick to act as always as you reached into the small basket you had brought and grabbed his hand to put the gray tin of loose leaves that you took out in his palm.

As usual, the captain was unfazed by your lack of appreciation for personal space. The past few weeks had done well to teach him how despite being yelled at, threatened, and even outright ignored at times, your cheeriness was impossible to diminish and you did whatever the heck you wanted even when it was at times impulsive.

"What is it?" He looked between you and the tin, the slight sneer on his upper lip making you release a giggle before you tapped the bow you tied on it.

"It's tea leaves." He raised a slim eyebrow which made you roll your eyes, "Decaffeinated tea."

"Let me guess, it tastes like shit." His eyes flickered to the purple bow, "Or it'll make me shit."

You laughed, you upper body leaning on his as you attempted to catch your breath. The joke wasn't that funny but the face he made was. You giggled as you shook your head and Hange watched in bemusement as you elaborated,

"It's the tea I always serve and judging by the three cups you had last time, I'm positive you'll like it."

Levi let out a nod, he hadn't even noticed that the tea you served had no caffeine but the heavy notes of honey in it probably explained its sweetness. He gave a quiet thank you before his scowl returned,

"So that's why I was on the crapper all night after the last meeting."

"With a potty mouth like that, it's not wonder you don't have a girlfriend." You deadpanned.

"I feel bad for the poor bastard who falls in love with you."

You let out a small tsk, smiling at him and hoping Eren heard as you said, "Well that depends if he admits he feels the same way."

Captain Levi quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes knowing and you blushed under his stare. Your fingers fiddling behind your back and Eren hated the way Levi suddenly chuckled at you. His smile was a rarity and to have him giving it to you only meant one thing to Eren; the captain liked you.

"So there is someone you like? Who's the poor brat?"

When you were about to make another snide remark, Hange cut in and excused herself and Moblit.

"As fascinating as this is, there's a captured titan waiting my arrival and if I don't get to use this research Dr. Y/L/N just gave me before nightfall, I will lose my mind."

"I hadn't heard of us ever finding it to begin with." Levi sighed, taking a lock of your hair between his fingers and letting the curl bounce back before he excused himself to tag along with them.

"Someone's got to make sure four eyes doesn't get killed."

"That's why Moblit is going with her." You noted.

"And who do you think will make sure Moblit doesn't get killed?" He smiled once more, "Laters doc."

You waved goodbye to the three, the door clicking behind them and you turned to see Eren with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a child and you wondered what his deal was. You figured with your earlier comment, he would be over the moon to hear you hinting at liking him. You skipped up to him, getting on the tips of your toes as you poked his cheek.

"What's the matter? You look like a scolded child."

"Nothing." He muttered, looking away as his jaw clenched and you only poked him once more.

"Liar." You called him out, "Talk to me."

"You didn't answer Captain Levi's question."

You were sure that there was a giant question mark on top of your head, the gear in your mind shifting as you tried to recall what the captain asked before your mouth opened in realization. You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at Eren's shoes and he only seemed to grow angrier as he watched you blush.

"About my crush? Oh! Well I wouldn't call him a brat, but I guess his attitude could often warrant that title. He's got this sort of this determined mentality that I guess some people can find...overbearing." You played with the cuff of your dress, "But I personally find it charming."

"So he's charming?"

You hummed as you smiled, "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he always means well. He's easy on the eyes too. Got really nice hair and pretty colored eyes that makes me swoon around him. Not to mention his body looks like Zeus could be his father." To add emphasis, your body leaned side to side as you laughed.

Eren snorted, his eyes rolling as he thought of any guy he knew that was like you described. All he could think of was Captain Levi and Erwin. He hated to think of Levi as charming, but he was rough all around. Erwin had eyes that Historia had once described as pretty, but to think of you being attracted to someone as old as him made his stomach flip.

"Want to head back to my office?" You suggested, not wanting to leave Eren's side until he figured it out but also not wanting to stick around in case other officers walked in. You got a stiff nod and wanted to giggle when Eren still opened the door for you. As the both of you walked through the large building, you added a hop to your step as you continued,

"He's also such a gentleman. He respects me, he's never intimidated by my sharp wit, always opens doors for me, waits until I'm sitting before he starts eating, and he almost seems proud of me being a doctor. He's just so understanding and sure of himself as a man that I guess the idea of having a girlfriend in my position would never make him feel inferior." You turned to look at Eren sideways and noticed his shoulders hunched, you knew it was cruel how you kept teasing him but were hopeful that it would click for him soon, so you went on.

"Wow, sounds like a real keeper." He grumbled, now thinking of Jean or even Connie. Armin was too occupied with Annie and Reiner was too obsessed with Historia to hang around you. There was no way Beruto/Borrito/Bertoto would catch your eye as you had made it a point to always get his name wrong, but Connie made you laugh and Jean was always extra nice to you.

"I'm telling you, I think he's perfect. He's dependable, strong, and we share so many of the same ideas. I could talk to him for hours and never be bored and when I'm not with him, I feel...sad. I just constantly want to be by his side and if I'm not I want him to be thinking about me because that's exactly what I do."

You both entered your office, you walked up to your desk as you spoke, turning around and leaning against it to look at Eren. He had closed your door a little harder than necessary, the wood shaking against the frame as he crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. He looked downright irritated and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You shrugged, "I think I've been pretty obvious about it, I'm always smiling when he's in the room, I always want to be with him, there's never a day where we don't walk together. I even wore this dress for him today."

You waved down at your figure, Eren's eyes looked over you twice and you jumped up on your desk, your thighs parting as you let the short skirt cover your panties and barely cover the tops of your thighs.

"I'm sure he'll love it." Eren spit out.

"I don't know..." You tilted your head, "Do you?"

Eren pushed himself off the door, going to your bookcase and letting his fingers brush the spines of the books, "It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not Mr. Pretty eyes. Sounds like a simpleton to me."

You let out an actual deep sigh and Eren met you with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"You're so fucking dense, Eren."

"What did I say?" He threw his hands up, "Just because I called him simple? I'm so sorry I don't care to hear you go on and on about this guy. I never thought I'd see you bend over backwards for some guy who opens doors for you. I thought you would have higher standards than that."

You let out a snort, "Keep talking Yeager, and I just might higher them."

"I mean I never thought looks would be so important to you. It's so-"

"So what?" Your tongue had a sharp edge that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He stood only a few feet from your desk, but you saw the awkward shift in his posture.

"Shallow." He spit out.

"Excuse me?" You gave him a look that said if he wouldn't apologize in the next ten seconds, he would surely live to regret it.

"What I mean is...what guy could possibly have this head over heels and you're just now telling me? I thought...I thought we-" He stopped, looking to the side and you relaxed before saying,

"We what, Eren?"

"I thought we had something special." He muttered. He looked to see your mouth opened in a small gasp and he began to turn to exit when you quietly beckoned him over.

"Eren...come here."

"No, I should g-"

"Please." You begged and the look in your eyes brought him to stand in front of you. Your hands reached for his shirt, yanking him forward and you hooked your legs around his calves. Eren gaped at you, not knowing what to do and say as you put one hand on his shoulder and the other cupped his cheek.

"You are such a dumbass." You laughed, "The person I've been going on and on about, that simpleton you bashed, is you. It's always been you, Eren."

It was like watching a light flicker on very very slowly, but once it was on you watched as embarrassment flooded Eren. His smile was sheepish and stupid as he stuttered over his words. His hands rested on your hips and you stroked his face from his temple to jaw as you asked,

"Do you maybe feel the same way?"

You didn't get a verbal answer, the sudden kiss Eren laid on you was an answer enough. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against your own, his tongue enveloped yours and you felt him lean more onto you. The moan that slipped out his mouth when you bit his bottom lip made something tighten in your stomach.

When you two finally broke apart you didn't miss the trail of saliva that connected the two of you and you whimpered for more. The second kiss was heavier, a clash of teeth and tongues as Eren feverishly wrestled to touch you everywhere his hands could reach. You felt him press against your core, the loud gasp you let out made him look at you in concern.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head as you met those green eyes that held you captive since day one, "More. I want more."

The smirk was something you had never seen, his eyes became half-lidded as Eren kissed your nose. Then your chin, then your neck. When he reached your collar, his finger hooked onto the top of your dress, pulling the fabric down as he kissed just above your breast.

"She wants more." He said to himself, the soft rasp in his voice made you attempt to close your legs. His hands pushed what little that had covered your legs up and Eren's fingers brushed your core.

The jump you gave made his smirk grow, "I haven't even touched you yet."

He saw the small patch of dampness on your panties, and before you could ask him what he was doing, you let out a sharp gasp when his fingers pushed the fabric to the side and he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

The moan he ripped from you was like music to his ears and as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out he watched as your face became hot and red. It was uncomfortable as first, you could even say it hurt but that didn't stop you from rocking your hips up to meet his eager hands. You weren't entirely prepared as you felt a bit tense as Eren kissed your neck, the suckling on your flesh making small breathy whimpers leave your mouth. His other hand's fingers hovered over the buttons on the back of your dress and his eyes asked for permission as he glanced up at you.

A small tentative nod was all he received before he took out his hand from between your legs, his tongue skillfully licking the digits cleaned and you didn't think you would find such an act so erotic. You arm hooked around his neck as you brought him down to a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you back eagerly, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on your dress and you wondered for a brief moment if he had ever done such an act before. You pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to lose focus or confidence while in the middle of being with Eren by letting unnecessary insecure creep into your heart. As if being able to read your mind, Eren said-

"Stop being in your head," A hard kiss against your lips, "Be here with me."

His nose rubbed sweetly against yours, fingers tilting your head up as you gave a hesitant nod. Your eyes wanted to focus anywhere but his eyes and you could felt warmth spread across your cheeks when the sleeves of your dress fell down your arms. The idea of letting Eren see all of you was as exciting as it was nerve-wrecking, the most he ever saw was your legs and back from that one time you walked out of the bath in only a towel. Seeing him shirtless was not new but you still felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him yank the material off. Your hands explored the newly exposed skin, fingers dipping in every curve of muscle and your hand rested just above the waistband of his jeans. You noticed his breathing grow heavy, Eren's head falling forward on your exposed shoulder where you felt him nip and suck on the soft flesh. You returned the favor by kissing him on the chest, your eyes still casted downwards as you fumbled with the buckle on his belt, you let out a small curse from how hard your hands were shaking and Eren placed a gentle hand on top of yours, his eyes alight with amusement as his lips curved into a soft smile.

"Baby, relax." He murmured, he pushed your hands aside as he took over the task. You let out a deep breath as you heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down and you decided to be bold. You lowered the upper half of your dress, the cotton falling off your arms with ease and you blushed furiously once you remembered that you hardly ever wore bras and today was no different.

Your nipples were taut as you shivered from the cold air in your office and Eren stared at you in wonder his eyes raking your body as you looked to the side and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Fuck, can I touch you?" Eren blurted, his hands still near his trousers and you giggled when he added a last second, "Please."

Nodding, you figured it was time to stop feeling so shy. You had been dreaming about this moment for months, yet as the man you loved stood before you, eager to be with you, all you could think about was how scared you were that you wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

One more glance at the way he watched you was enough for you to think, If he really didn't, he wouldn't be looking at me as if I put all the stars in the sky.

You felt the second wind of confidence hit you and you took Eren by surprise as you hooked your fingers on his belt loops and tugged the fabric down. You palmed him through the thin material of his briefs and his hips jerked from the contact before he melted against you. Lowering the elastic, your small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and you took a moment to admire his dick. It was something new and foreign to you, for a moment you wondered if all male penises looked like that but you pushed that thought aside as you found yourself not really wanting to ever know, as long as Eren's would be the only one you saw. You hand moved up and down, your thumb brushing across his tip as you swiped some of the liquid leaking out to use as lube.

You knew he was a few inches above average, the thickness was also enough to make you worry for a moment whether he would be able to fit in you as his fingers struggling to push inside of you were of any indication of how tight your body was. Either way you were determined to satisfy the both of you, the idea of him using you and watching his face come apart as he milked himself dry using only your pussy had your head feeling fuzzy with want. He rested his head on you, causing your body to lean back and you pressed one palm on your desk behind you and the other jerked him off a bit sloppily. His moans filled the space of your office, you secretly prayed to the gods that the scouts could be smart enough for once to not be injured or to be able to at least handle it themselves and your eyes flickered to the door for a moment.

"Eren," You murmured to the shell of his ear, his heavy breaths fanning across the span of your chest and you felt both your bodies getting hot. "The door, we need to lock the door."

His groan was the only response you got as he trailed kisses up your neck and shoulder, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, he was such a guy sometimes. You began to lower yourself from the desk before his hand on your leg suddenly halted your movements and he gave you a lazy smile, his half lidded eyes softly rolling as he let out an obnoxious groan of annoyance.

"I'll do it." He didn't even bother to tuck himself back into his briefs, his dick fully erect as he made way to your door. You felt your hand falling to your side and you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do twice before letting your own hand push the fabric of your underwear to the side once more. You rubbed at your clit lazily as you softly moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation and you smiled when you heard the soft, "Shit." coming from a few feet ahead of you. Eren's eyes were transfixed on you, the way your head rolled back as your moans became louder and higher pitched was making him painfully hard and he wanted-no needed to be inside of you before he was sure he would come right then and there.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt him settle between your legs once more, eyes hazy and smile lazy as you felt him tug your panties down your legs. Your ass lifted briefly to help and you giggled when he grunted in annoyance from having to shuffle backwards to slip them off completely. He laughed with you as his hand cupped you by your jaw, lips finding yours in a tender kiss and the hand that had been rubbing at your clit was used to steady yourself by his shoulder. His muscles flexed under your touch and your breaths intermingled as he stared at you with such an intensity that you felt your stomach flip. You looked down to where he rubbed his length along your folds and gulped.

"I-I'm nervous." You admitted, cheeks blushing and Eren kissed your temple.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you. Do you trust me?" You gasped at the intensity in his eyes, Eren Yeager was one who never beat around the bush and you felt tears pool around your eyes as you nodded. Everything leading up to this moment overwhelmed you suddenly, losing your family, gaining your dream job, becoming independent so quickly, and falling in love with a man who turned into what so many feared but who let you place` flower crowns on his head during tea parties. He continued to maintain eye contact with you, your lips parting and eyes partly closing as he began to push past your labia. It all felt too much, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in that exact moment Eren pressed his tip into your passageway. There was a bit of resistance and the guttural moan he released made your eyes widen in an audible gasp, he looked ethereal with reddened cheeks, a slacked opened jaw, eyes that looked close to tears, and thin layer of sweat making his dark brown locks stick to his forehead.

He pushed another inch in, trying his best to not act too quickly or too harshly. All he wanted to do was fucking ruin you. Mark you as his by impregnating you and watching as you took every drop of his semen. It seemed you wanted it too as your hips jerked forward and took in another inch.

"Eren, please." You had no idea what you were asking for, he was being slow and gentle and as much as you appreciated his mindfulness, it had been six long months and if you had to go through another night of humping your pillow or rubbing one out with only fantasies of Eren touching you (Sometimes even Levi, depending on how much alcohol you had consumed) you were gong to scream.

Another inch and a deep chuckle was his response. Your eyes were set ablaze as the realization that he was teasing you.

"Please what baby?"

"Give it to me." You whispered, your hand tugging at his hair harshly and the hiss of pain he released was simultaneous when he completely thrusted his entire length into you. Your thighs jerked at the sudden intrusion and the cry you let out was loud enough that if anybody were nearby, the would have assumed someone struck you. Your hand smacked against his chest, your breath ragged as you attempted to give Eren an angry glance but your pussy betrayed you as it clenched hard around him.

You both released a gasp when Eren fully bottomed out inside you. His hips flush against your parted thighs and your foreheads pressed against one another, lips brushing but not kissing yet as you two came to terms of what was being done. You and Eren were one, there was no going back from what was about to transpire and you silently prayed that he wouldn't regret it later.

"Stop being in your head," He murmured against your mouth, eyes looking into yours, "Be here..."

He gave a heavenly thrust and you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he forced you to fall back onto your desk with a small uff and your hands fell onto his shoulders. Your legs locked around his waist and the new angle caused him to be deeper inside you, but he continued to stare at your with that same admiration from that day he had met you.

"With me."

You nodded slowly, kissing Eren for what felt like the first time. A bit shyly and unsure as your mouth moved against his slowly, you savored the taste of tea and something sweet from his tongue and you let one of your hands hold him by his face as the other found solace in his hair.

Eren began to thrust into you, the rhythm a bit off at first as you two tried to find what worked and when he dipped his hips a little and heard the string of filthy words leaving your mouth, he gave a knowing smirk.

"Hmm, right there princess?"

You panted, your tongue lolling out as his began to go faster. One of your hands shot out to the side to brace yourself on something when Eren began to fuck you harder and instead you turned to see you hand knocked your bottle of ink over, the deep blue liquid was spilling everywhere but before you could let your brain process the mess, Eren began to suck on the flesh of your neck that you exposed when you moved your head. You moaned as you closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensations of it all, your hands grabbing at the muscles in his back and you arched your own and pressed your chest into him.

"Oh fuck," Eren moaned out, "This pussy is so good. You're taking me so well, princess."

"Yeah?" You panted out, "Going to cum in me, baby?"

Eren picked himself up on his forearms, too preoccupied with how pretty your tits looks bouncing with each thrust to notice the your hair was sprawled all over and the upper part of his arm was touching something wet, he figured it was the sweat you two were producing with your coupling.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant, make you mine forever."

"I'm yours!" You screamed as his hips slammed particularly harder down onto your own.

"Choke me, make me a mommy, cum in me, just please don't stop fucking me." You cried out, and a new sort of excitement showed in his eyes, his hand cupped just below your jaw and the light pressure he put on you made you moan louder.

The sounds of skin smacking, panting breaths, and heavy moans filled the air. Eren coaxing you to come all over his dick as you begged him to not pull out of you echoed of the walls of your office. You went on like that for a good while and you giggled in realization that your silent wish for everyone to leave the two of you alone for a while had come true.

Unbeknownst to you two, there had almost been three interruptions. The first being Captain Levi who wanted to ask if mixing his blood pressure medicine with wine would be too dangerous, but when he heard you scream he almost barged in before the unmistakable moan that followed made him fully come to a halt. He didn't even think twice about what was transpiring, briefly remembering that Eren was in fact with you this morning before quickly turning around and hauled ass as far from the hallway as he could. He wasn't sure where he was heading before he stumbled into Erwin's office, the commander looking up to see his captain look like he just ran a marathon.

"Levi? You look like you just saw a ghost?" His eyebrows creased, "Are you okay?"

"Yeager isn't as dense as we thought."

Eren stood to his full height, grabbing at your ankles and moving your legs onto his shoulders to they were fully parallel to his body. You let out another giggle at how your ankles were now on either side of his head, but the small kiss he gave your right one made you let out a noise of adoration. He gripped your hips, smiling as he noted the streaks of something blue all over your chest and neck but decided against telling you as your pussy began to pulsate around him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop you from orgasming.

The second time was Sasha and Connie as they wanted to ask if eating candies with the wrapper still on was anything they needed to worry about, but the sounds of your desk scraping across the floor with Eren commending you for being a good girl and taking him so well made the both of them stare at each other with wide eyes. The "Huh?"'s they exchanged were amusing to anyone else and Sasha grabbed Connie by the collar before they hightailed out of there. Connie wanting to see if Eren had really been capable of pulling you and Sasha calling it bullshit and stating that the real reason was that he wanted to see you naked.

His thrusts became wild and sloppy, the slushing sounds you two were making was the hottest sounds you ever heard. You held onto his wrists, your smile wide and beautiful and Eren knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"I'm not gonna last long," He let you know, you nodded as you reached down to rub your clit in circles.

"Fuck, you look so hot." He blurted, his cheeks a deeper red and you gave him another soft smile.

"Thanks, baby. You too." His abs were going to be the death of you and you hoped you would get the chance to suck him off later to lick them one by one in foreplay.

You felt him begin to twitch in you and you knew you were so close, your rubbing speeding up as Eren's thrusts were becoming more sporadic. The way his eyes began to roll upwards had you chanting,

"I'm-I'm cumming!" Your moan was breathy and high as you felt your release overwhelm your senses, you felt euphoria as you moaned so loud that Jean and Floch who didn't believe Connie when he said that Eren had managed to bed you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths as they stood outside your door. Their cheeks red as they rushed down the hallway as if their asses were on fire, not even halfway down the stairs when they felt their collars yanked at so harshly they almost trampled down, Captain Levi's glare knowing as he began to reprimand them for being nosy pricks.

Eren's cock dove into you hard and you felt him pulsate as he shot long ropes of cum into you, his essence overflowing as he filled you to the brim and painted your insides white.

His moan was unbelievably loud and low, the "I love you." That followed didn't go unnoticed by you and the smile he gave, made you realize how much he meant it.

"I love you." Your answered back, he pushed your thighs to your chest when he lowered himself to kiss you. His cock softening inside you and he slowed his thrusts down and milked himself dry. He tapped his tip on your sensitive clit, making sure he was empty before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. The creampie in you was beginning to ooze out and he used his two fingers to push it back in, your hips bucking at the intrusion and you whined about your sensitivity.

You sat up, your hand going to fix your hair, only groaning slightly when you felt the ink on some strands already drying. You huffed before jumping down and fixing your dress. Eren was putting his shirt back on, his back slightly turned to you and your eyes widened in embarrassment at seeing the blue ink in what was obviously your finger prints streaked all over. You looked down and saw that it had well faded from your hands, transferring to your lover who put on his jacket. You shrugged, figuring no one would see it and you could wash your hands later. Your hair would be a bit tricky to explain but you would be home to shower soon anyway, which reminded you-

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" You blurted, scaring Eren as his eyes widened, you bit the inside of your cheek and fumbled with your fingers.

He smiled, walking up to you and kissing you on the lips before replying, "I would love to. I have to do some work today, and pack an overnight bag but I'll be home by dinner." His eyes looked you over, stifling a laugh when he saw the marks of blue ink on your neck, debating on telling you but not being able to deny how cute they looked on you, a gentle reminder of what happened just moments ago and an odd turn on for him to think of it as him marking you as his, the lovebite also on the side making him watch you with love.

You nodded before giving a follow-up question, "Chicken or fish?"

"Fish." He nodded, you grabbed a few papers from your desk drawer and Eren asked if you were all set before taking your hand into his as the two of you began to walk out the office, you mentioned having to speak to Erwin about the cadet recovering from a broken limb and Eren listened patiently, your hands swinging in between the two of you and you both relished at how easy it felt to transition into a life of domestication together. He walked you to Erwin's office, his knuckles knocking on the door before a loud, "One minute!" replied.

You both shared a look of confusion before shrugging and stepping to the side. You fixing his hair and Eren's hand resting on top of your hips when the office door opened. You both turned to see Jean and Floch who sported sullen faces, their arms swinging in front of them as if they were children just denied a cone of ice cream.

"Boys?" You called, your free hand interlocking with Eren who stood in place as you took a step toward the pair. "Everything alright?"

They looked between you and Eren, Jean seeing the ink marks on your neck and seeing Eren's hair haphazard was enough to make him look to the floor, his cheeks reddening and Eren could only smirk. Floch was the opposite, he couldn't take his eyes off you as his face held a permanent grimace and you wondered if he was constipated.

"Baby," Eren called, tugging you back to him and Jean scoffed, Possessive ass is already showing her off. He thought to himself.

"They just got yelled at by Erwin, whatever they did was obviously bad, just leave them be."

You nodded in understanding, giving them a comforting smile and Floch didn't miss the knowing look in Eren's eyes.

"Sorry to hear about that. If you two ever need anything, you know where my office is."

"Yeah, that's the problem." Captain Levi's voice came from the doorway. Jean and Floch mumbled a quick goodbye before scurrying away and you couldn't help but fall into deeper confusion.

The captain and Eren exchanged looks before Eren bent to kiss your cheek.

"I got to go. I'll see you later, princess." You blushed at the nickname and public display, murmuring a soft okay in reply as your boyfriend? walked away from you.

You gave Levi a smile which he didn't return, you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks and you figured it was from seeing such intimacy from Eren. You were almost positive Levi was still a virgin. Walking into Erwin's office, you all but skipped the man's desk, falling beside him and giving him a bright smile which he returned.

"Hey Erwin, just wanted to update you on the cadet's recovery plan. He should be back in training in a few months if he listens to my instructions, think you can help me?"

"Sure what do you need?"

"Well, I'd need you to sign these release forms first." You shrugged putting the papers in front of him, you looked at his desk and grabbed the pen, "Where's your ink?"

The chuckle the two men gave you made your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Seems like you're wearing it, Doc." Levi's eyes flickered to your neck.

You let out a gasp and your hands slapped to cover you and the laughs that followed only made you blush furiously.

Dammit, You thought, Eren you idiot.

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