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hookedonapirate · 2 years

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Falling for the Bad Boy

Summary: Emma Swan is done with dating and relationships, regardless of the fact that Mary Margaret is determined to set her up with someone while taking her out barhopping. It's just too bad for MM that the one guy Emma has her eyes on at The Captain's Rum is the one guy her sister-in-law refuses to set her up with. Ruby and Mary Margaret try to warn her about the bartender's infamous reputation as the bad boy of Storybrooke, but Emma refuses to listen. Besides, she's not looking for anything serious, only someone who can give her a night of pure bliss without all the strings. And she has an inkling Killian is the perfect man for the job. What could possibly go wrong?

This is an alternative version of Through the Rising Tide and answers the question: "What if Emma didn't flee from Killian the night she met him?"

Notes: I don't think I ever posted this here on Tumblr, but when I started writing this, I had thought about this a while beforehand because I was asking myself what would've happened if this started as a captain swan story as well as ended as one. And then someone prompted me to write it, so I thought I'd give it a whirl to see where it goes. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I have some ideas of where it will go. The first chapter is basically the same as the first chapter of Through the Rising Tide, except Emma doesn't run out of the bar or run into Liam. So let's see what happens if she and Liam never get together in this universe. You do not have to read ttrt to read this.

Rated: Explicit

Ch 1

Chapter Two

The expression on his face when he looks up at her is priceless. His jaw is hanging open and there’s a bit of surprise on his face. It’s almost as if he hadn’t believed she was coming back. But how could she not?

“Hi, love.” He licks his lips as his eyes scroll up and down her body like they did the first time he saw her, sending a wave of heat through her. He smirks and leans close. “You came back.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” she says in mock offense as if she didn’t almost flee when she saw him with the other blonde.

“What would you like this time?”

She can feel the other woman’s eyes on her and when Emma looks over, the blonde is shooting her with deadly glares. Emma doesn’t give a fuck, though.

Pursing her lips, she strokes her chin as though she has to think about it. She doesn’t. She knows exactly what she wants. She eyes his lips. “How about something more dangerous?”

He arches a brow, intrigue buzzing in those beautiful baby blues. “Oh I can do dangerous. What exactly did you have in mind?”

She crooks her finger, coaxing him closer, and when he leans in over the bar top, she meets him halfway, whispering in his ear, “You.”

Hearing his breath hitch, she pulls back a little, but only enough to catch his expression. He’s staring at her lips, which are only a few centimeters from his, voice low and deep when he speaks. “Meet me by the restrooms.” It’s not really a request, more of a command, and it sends a thrill racing through her.

She doesn’t say anything, just backs away from the counter with a sultry smirk, his eyes still on her as she turns around and heads for the corridor to the restrooms, anticipation coiled in her belly.

She wonders what he’ll tell the other woman, though. Would he apologize to her? Would he regret asking Emma to come back?

She shakes away the negative thoughts, and before another one can invade her mind, she hears the door to the left swing open and is relieved to see Killian striding toward her. He grabs her hand, pulls her into the kitchen and through the backdoor. As soon as it’s closed, he presses her against the brick wall, the brisk air heating her skin, despite the coolness, as his intense blue eyes penetrate her green ones. He cups her cheeks in his hands, and she takes a fistful of his shirt in her hand, pulling him closer until their lips fuse together like magnets.

Finally.

They both groan in relief, as though they’ve both been waiting a lifetime for this moment. But they’ve only just met.

His mouth is so delicious, his arms are so warm and his scent is so intoxicating, she’s immediately addicted and doesn’t want this to end.

She releases his shirt and winds her arms around the back of his neck as he picks her up, pressing her against the cold brick wall. But the heat swarming through her keeps her warm, as well as his body as he molds to hers. And when the seam of his jeans connects with hers, she wraps her legs around him and moans in his mouth at the connection. She can feel how hard he is for her and wants to feel more of him. All of him.

He sweeps his tongue into her mouth and she rocks against him as their tongues connect, sending liquid heat pulsing through her veins. He’s not even inside her yet and he already feels like heaven.

She slides her hands through his hair as he holds her securely in his strong hands and thrusts her into the wall, their breathing heavy and ragged as they devour each other, soft moans immediately swallowed up by the other.

The heat between them increases rapidly, and Emma’s mind is hazy as Killian takes her higher and higher with only his mouth and the feel of his erection through his jeans. She sucks on his bottom lip and holds onto him tight, already on the edge of an incredible orgasm, and if he keeps this up, she’s definitely going to come. Her panties are already soaked, and she’s so ready for him to take her there, even if he has to dry hump her into oblivion. Or would he just fuck her right here in the alley? She’d definitely let him.

Her panting becomes shorter and heavier and louder, her moans echoing through the alley as he increases his speed, grinding against her fast and hard until she can’t breathe. Emma releases his lips and tips her head back, a long drawn-out scream escaping her mouth, stars bursting in front of her eyes, her body convulsing with pleasure. “Holy fuck.”

Her heart is slamming as she catches her breath and slowly falls from the euphoric high she’s on as she lowers her head and takes in the wrecked look on his face, his eyes smoldering with heat and lust and his hair ravaged by her fingers.

“Bloody hell…” he whispers against her lips, his voice completely destroyed, his breathing rapidly hitting her lips. “Who are you?”

A lazy smirk tugs at her lips. “Did you forget my name already?”

“Fuck no. But where did you come from?”

“New York.”

Killian chuckles as he sets her down on her feet and rests his forehead on hers. “You know, when I asked you to come back to me tonight, I really did want to chat.”

She arches a brow. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her voice is devoid of apology and full of amusement. “Would you rather go back inside and talk?”

“That was not a complaint, love.” He shakes his head, donning a smirk. “Not at all. I’m just saying, this was not my intention, I promise.”

Emma cups his cheeks in her hands, enjoying how his stubble pricks her fingertips. She bites her bottom lip, wondering how good his scruff would feel between her legs. “Killian, I wasn’t asking for an apology.”

The tips of his ears turn red as he scratches behind one of them. And it’s about the most adorable thing she’s ever seen.

“Can I ask you something?”

He tucks some loose strands of hair behind her ear and smiles warmly. “Of course, love.”

“Were you planning on taking that other blonde back to your place if I hadn’t shown up? And be honest.”

“Honestly? No,” he answers without even thinking about it or blinking. He brings his hand up to caress her cheek as he leans in, brushing his lips over hers. He looks completely wrecked. “Ever since I laid eyes on you, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

She smiles, relief pounding through her as she kisses his lips. “Good.” She gets lost in his mouth once more as his tongue mingles with hers, but before things get too carried away again, he pulls back.

“Can I give you a ride?”

A mischievous smirk curves her lips as she places her hands on his arms and runs them down his beautiful muscles, her fingers tracing his tattoos. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

Now his cheeks are turning red as he smiles shyly and seems to stumble over his words. “Love I…I wasn’t talking about that kind of ride. I meant a ride home. And don’t get me wrong, I’d love to take you for the ride of your life, believe me…but...”

She can see the conflict on his face as she stares into his eyes. “But what?”

“I um…” He moves his hands to her hips, his thumb idly brushing over her jeans. “I don’t deserve you,” he says simply, and she can hear the genuine wreckage in his voice.

Emma sighs, disappointment swarming in her belly. Was this guy really having a conscience now after whatever he did to the woman inside last weekend? It’s just her luck. She places her hands on his chest. “Look, Killian…I know about your reputation.”

He furrows his brows in confusion. “My reputation?”

“Yeah. I talked to Ruby and my sister-in-law. They both warned me about you.”

Killian looks down at the ground, his face clouded with guilt. “Oh.”

Emma slides her hands over his cheeks, coaxing him to look up at her again. “But you know what? I’m a big girl, and the only one who makes decisions for me is me.” She leans close until her lips are brushing over his. “So, are you going to take me back to your place or not?”

He’s silent for a moment as he just stares into her eyes. Then he reaches into his pocket and takes out his keys, holding up one in his hand as the rest dangles from the chain.

Emma wrinkles her brows in confusion, but he answers her question before she can get the words out.

“That’s my truck over there.” He nods toward something behind her. “Hop in and wait for me. My brother should be back. He’s my boss and I have to let him know I’m leaving so he can close up.”

She turns her head to see the truck parked in the alley, and then she faces forward again, eyeing the keys in his hand as she raises her brows. “You’re trusting me with your truck? How do you know I won’t take off with it?”

He leans in, his voice low and husky when he speaks. “Love, you have my balls in your hand. Right now, I’d trust you with my life.”

Emma raises her hands, which unfortunately are not clutching his balls. “I’m not even touching you.”

He smirks. “Trust me, you are.”

Emma blushes and smirks back at him as she takes the keys from him. “Don’t keep me waiting long.”

He cups her cheeks in his hands and gives her a swift kiss on the lips. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Well, I hope not too quick.”

He blushes, knowing she wasn’t referring to him returning to her quickly. “Be right back, love.” He slips his hands from her cheeks and she immediately feels the loss when he backs away and heads inside.

She bites her bottom lip and saunters over to his vehicle, toying with the truck key. She climbs into the passenger side, reaching over and turning on the engine to warm up the truck.

~*~

Killian hurries inside as fast as he can and grabs his jacket before finding his brother behind the bar counter, but after what happened in the alley, he doesn’t know how he’s even moving at all. His head is spinning and his legs feel like Jell-O. He can’t believe she came back.

When he saw her leave with Mary Margaret, he started losing hope, disappointment flaring in his belly. Then Tina came in and started chatting his ears off. He’d wanted to either ignore her or tell her he wasn’t interested, but he didn’t want to be a jackass. Even if Emma hadn’t shown up, he had no intentions of taking Tina home. It wouldn’t have been fair to Tina to be with her while thinking of another woman. He may be a dirty scoundrel but he’s still a gentleman. He just hoped her unwanted displays of affections didn’t scare Emma off if she did come back, so when he heard her sweet, angelic voice, he was so fucking relieved and inwardly thanking whatever God out there she came back. Not only did she save him from Tina, but she said she wanted him.

He doesn’t know how things escalated so quickly between him and Emma, but he hasn’t been this enraptured by a woman in, well…ever. She smelled so fucking good and being between her legs was incredible; her thighs were so warm and heavenly, he was sure the friction between them would cause a fire. When she exploded, her cheeks were all rosy, her eyes glazed over with heat, and she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to pull her damn pants down and fuck her right there against the wall. But Emma deserved much more than a quick, sloppy fuck in an alley.

“Hey, Liam.” He clears his throat when his voice still sounds completely fucked. He runs a hand through his hair, hoping his brother can’t tell he just made out with someone in the alley and almost had sex with her. “Can you do me a huge favor and close up?” He claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, ready to skip out the door. “Thanks a million!” He takes off before his brother can tell him no.

“Whoa, hold up,” Liam calls after him.

Too late.

Killian sighs and stops in his tracks, spinning around. “Yes?”

He plants his hands on his hips as he stares at his brother knowingly. “Who is she this time?”

Oh, just this radiant goddess he met over an hour ago. “No one,” he lies.

Liam crosses his arms and cocks his head. “Killian?” he says in a fatherly tone, not believing him.

Killian brings his hands together as he approaches his brother, pleading with him. “Look, Liam, if you close up tonight, I will owe you big time. I’ll close up for the next five nights. Scratch that, I’ll close up for the next month if you let me go. Hell, I’ll even do the dishes for an entire month.”

Liam raises his brows as though he’s not opposed. “Here or at home?”

“Both.”

Shock washes over Liam’s face. “Wow, must be some girl.”

“She’s a fucking goddess,” Killian says, his lips quirking up into a small smirk.

“Isn’t that what you say about all the girls you bring home?”

“No, I definitely don’t.” He’s certainly never been affected by anyone as much as he is by Emma. “And she’s not a girl, she’s a woman.”

“I thought she was a goddess.”

“She is.”

Liam sighs in exasperation and waves him off. “Fine, go.” He wags a finger at him. “But if you take her back to our place, please try to finish your enjoyable activities before I get there so I don’t have to be kept up all night.”

Killian chuckles. “Sure, brother. While I’m balls deep inside her, your sleeping schedule will be at the forefront of our minds.”

Liam gives him a stern look, Killian’s fowl mouth not even fazing him. He’s very much used to his brother’s antics. “I mean it, Killian.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’ll keep the noise to a minimum. Gotta go.” Killian pats his brother on the shoulder and races out of the bar as though his heels are on fire. He can’t get to his truck fast enough. When he climbs inside and slides in next to Emma, she has her feet propped up on the dashboard and is playing on her phone. “I see you didn’t steal my truck,” he teases playfully.

She looks up from the screen and smirks as she lowers her feet to the floor of the truck and sets her phone down on the dashboard. “I have other plans with this truck.” Her voice is sweet and sinful at the same time, and his heart is racing as she shifts around, crawls to him and throws a leg around his waist, straddling him.

Fuck.

He gulps as he stares into her sultry green eyes and takes her hips in his hands. “Oh really? What kind of plans?”

She grabs the lapels of his jacket and leans in, capturing his lips, answering his question without words. He didn’t want to fuck her in his truck, but her mouth is so fucking sweet and warm, his cock is already hard again. Then she starts rocking her hips against him, and he can’t find the power within him to stop her. He’s helpless against her. He grabs her waist and aids her movements as they pick up where they left off in the alley.

The air grows thin and his mind becomes foggy, just like the windows of his truck as her lovely sounds fill the tight space. He removes his hands from her hips and unfastens the button of her jeans, unzipping them and slipping his hand inside her panties. Emma tugs down her pants as far as they’ll go in her position to give him better access.

Fuck.

Her nub is like smooth silk as he brushes his fingers over her skin and slides them through her slit. His cock twitches when he feels how goddamn slick she is.

“Bloody hell, love. You’re soaked.”

“I’m so wet for you, Killian,” she moans against his lips.

He tries to move his fingers more and slide them inside of her, but her jeans are very restricting.

“Can I get these damn pants off you, love?” he asks, tugging at the denim.

“Please.” She moves to the seat beside him, and he helps her tug them off, along with her panties, before she returns to his lap.

He slips a finger inside of her, moving back and forth, and almost loses it in his pants.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s so tight and warm and soft and responsive. He can’t imagine how incredible she’ll feel around his cock.

Emma grabs his shoulders, their eyes locked as he finger-fucks her. There is something so hot about Emma in only her top as she moves her hips up and down, riding his finger, her breathing ragged and her face and chest flushed. It’s so fucking hot. Her plump lips are parted, a chorus of sounds pouring from her lips as he adds another finger.

“Killian! I’m so close! Oh God!”

With his free hand, he lifts up her shirt, tugs down her bra cup, pulls her to him and takes her warm tit in his mouth, sucking and licking and gently teasing her nipple with his teeth.

“Oh my God!” Emma picks up speed, thrashing her hips and chasing her orgasm.

It doesn’t take long for her to come all over his fingers, and when she does, it’s pure bliss watching her fall. She grabs his face and kisses him desperately, pouring all of her moans into his mouth, her walls fluttering around his fingers.

He greedily devours the sounds.

When they break the kiss, he carefully slips his fingers from her heat and inserts them into his mouth, tasting her sweetness.

And fuck does she taste sweet.

She’s still trying to catch her breath when he removes his fingers from his mouth and licks his lips as he runs his hands down her smooth, sexy legs. She’s still straddling his lap, her bottom half completely bare. It would be so easy to slide into her right now.

And apparently she’s thinking the same thing, because she’s crushing his lips with hers, shoving off his jacket as he helps her get it off and grabbing his t-shirt, trying to pull that off of him too. He assists her with it, along with his belt as she fumbles to get it off.

“Do you have a condom?” Her voice is raspy as she unbuttons his jeans and looks up at him.

His heart is slamming inside his chest, and as much as he wants her, he doesn’t want to take her in his truck. “Love…my bed will be more comfortable.”

She smirks and reaches inside his boxers, pulling out his unbearably hard cock. “I love your truck.”

Well, fuck.

His truck, it is.

He’s definitely not in a position to argue with her right now, so instead, he smirks and says, “I love my truck, too.” He reaches into his pocket, grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom.

Emma takes it from him, tears the wrapper open and rolls the rubber over his length. Their eyes lock as he grabs her waist and pulls her toward him. She raises her hips over him until she finds her entrance with the head of his cock. Slowly sliding down on him, she releases him and grabs his shoulders. He aids her movements as she starts moving, allowing him to expand her walls.

Fuck.

She feels like heaven. Her walls are so tight and warm as she rides his dick right there in the front seat of his truck, and he never wants this to end. He feels like a teenage boy all over again. And as amazing as this is for him, Emma deserves better than being fucked in an alley, and he plans on making it up to her.

“Bloody hell, love,” he manages in a breathy whisper against her lips.

“Killian…” She wraps her hands around the sides of his neck and leans in, her hot breath mingling with his. “You feel so good.” Her words melt into moans as she rests her forehead against his.

“You feel incredible, Emma.” He takes her luscious ass cheeks in both hands and squeezes, pressing her down on him. He groans loudly as they pick up speed. If he didn’t want to take his time, he’d flip them around and pound her relentlessly into the front seat until he came, but he’s content with taking this slow. Lord knows they’re going fast enough as it is.

Emma straightens in his lap, lifts up her shirt and pulls it off, tossing it over the seat.

He arches a brow. “Won’t you be cold, love?”

She shakes her head and smirks as she continues to ride him, her hands running up his bare arms. “It feels pretty hot in here to me.” Her tone tells him she wasn’t talking about the actual temperature of the truck, rather what they were doing inside it.

“It’s so fucking hot,” he growls as he reaches behind her and unfastens her bra like a magician, adding it to the pile of clothes in the passenger seat. He gazes at her beautiful breasts in awe, his fingers itching to brush over her pretty pink nipples and make them hard in his hands. “And you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

As if she’s reading his mind, she takes his hand, placing his open palm over her breast. He groans when he feels the softness under his fingertips and gropes her firmly. He pulls her to him and takes her other breast in his mouth, sucking on her taut nipple and stroking the stiffening bud with his tongue. He switches to the other one and gives it the same treatment.

Emma arches her back, moaning and carding her hands through his hair. “Killian…oh my God!”

He wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her breasts, peppering kisses over her soft skin. He smacks her ass, egging her on, making her move faster, hoping she’ll come all over his cock just as she did his fingers. He cups the back of her head and pulls her toward him, whispering roughly in her ear, “That’s it, Emma. Ride me hard. Ride me until you come all over my dick.”

She does exactly as she’s told.

Her breasts bounce as she rides him fast and dirty. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her walls grip his cock, coaxing his own orgasm, and he groans as he grabs her hips and spills his seed into the condom.

Emma’s body slumps into his as both of them catch their breaths. He strokes her hair as he buries his face in her neck, his heart pounding against hers.

Fuck.

His mind is completely blown.

How did he even find this woman?

“That was…” He’s not sure how he managed to speak after that explosive, earth-moving, life-changing orgasm, but somehow he does, even if the words are strained and barely audible.

“Perfect.”

He grins at her. “Agreed, love.” Fuck, that was even better than he imagined in his head.

She lifts her head and stares into his eyes, running her fingers through his chest hair as he strokes her cheek. He’s afraid she’ll want him to take her home, and he’s afraid he’ll never get to see her again. But the words she says next are music to his ears. “Mmmm, I want more.”

“Gods, love, me too.” He leans in and kisses each of her pebbled nipples as his hands roam her back. “What do you say we move this to my bed?” he asks, trying not to sound too eager as he looks up at her hopefully. “I promise, it’s much warmer than these seats.”

She bites her bottom lip and nods.

He cocks a brow, surprised she’s open to the idea after they just had sex in his truck. “Yeah?”

She kisses his lips. “Yes.”

“Good, because…” he lowers his head and leaves a trail of kisses down her neck, “I’m not nearly finished with you yet,” he growls and smacks her ass again, making her giggle. “In fact, you better get off of me before I end up fucking you here in my truck again.”

She lifts a sultry brow, not opposed to the idea. “Is that a promise? Or a threat?”

“Don’t tempt me, love,” he says with a smirk.

She reluctantly climbs off of him, and they gather their clothes, putting them back on. He grabs a plastic bag he uses for trash and tosses the condom in there.

He has to take a breath and gather his wits before he pulls out of the alley. He places his hand on her warm thigh, his heart still pounding erratically as he drives to his apartment. He flashes her a smile, and she gives him one in return as she rests her hand on his leg. His entire body is still tingling from his orgasm, his mind still foggy, yet it wasn’t nearly enough. And he’s afraid once he takes her to his bed, he won’t want her to leave, but he has a feeling she’ll want to much sooner than he’s ready.

Once they’re inside his apartment, they’re kicking off their shoes, tearing each other’s clothes off as soon as they reach his bedroom, and Killian’s carrying her to his bed with her lips and legs and arms latched to him.

And his bed is indeed much warmer than the front seat of his truck, just as he’d promised her. He doesn’t keep his promise to his brother, though. He and Emma definitely don’t keep the noises to a minimum, nor do they limit their enjoyable activities to when Liam’s working.

#cs ff #captain swan #my fic #falling for the bad boy

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ininsulaavalonia · 7 months

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SNK officially ended today and it's been a much more overwhelming experience than I would've thought. The manga left me feeling apathetic - it killed my interest in this series for what, a year? Two? So I had 0 reasons to think the anime would coax anything else out of me.

...

I was wrong. Admittedly, not like we're talking purely positive emotions here - I still have a lot of resentment, bitter regret and the itch to shake all the yens out of Isayama's pockets. But even so. I guess I should've known better - the writing has [had] its flaws. The voice acting and the music/score, tho? Never did. Not a one.

Add to that MAPPA's mindboggling dedication and passion for the craft and source material. I'm not perfectly happy with them for very biased reasons [they did away with a few of my RM crumbs], but no sane person could ever deny that they knocked it out of the fuckin park. They did all that while juggling 9620 other major franchises [and killing it there, too]. Ufotable will always be my #1, but MAPPA has come very close these past few years. Just hope everyone who worked on SNK post-changing hands gets to take pride in their work and maybe actually like.see their families or smth, lol.

But yeah - I will never be able to stress this enough: like at least 60% of the reason SNK had the ridiculous impact on me it did, of the reason it will be remembered as a classic/ legendary series, despite its flaws, of the reason precious few fictional works, irrespective of genre/medium will hope to ever even come close to the level of pure, raw exhilaration and emotional immersion SNK served on a pretty regular basis...was [and always will be] Sawano's masterpiece. Yamamoto has proven himself to be an A+ understudy/disciple 'Ashes on the Fire' will always slap], and ofc the likes of Linked Horizon, Ai Higuchi, Mika Kobayashi and all the other contributing artists deserve their fair share of laurels. But this score will always be Sawano's baby. I've a lot of comfort/fave soundtracks and the like; I can't remember one that did so much for its story, tho. Complemented its own brilliance this incandescently and profoundly.

And ofc the seiyuus were always excellent. That was not news to me. I'll always sing Kamiya's praises and keep Yui's future roles on my radar [and Marina almost stole the show here]. But most of my respect and admiration -sheer awe of, really- has to go to Yuki Kaji. He has such an incredible body of work, but I'd be shocked if people genuinely thought this, Eren's part,*wasn't* his defining performance. The role of a lifetime. It's not just his VA chops, either- the man's a pro in every sense of the word. Despite what Isayama put Eren through, despite that BS insult of an ending [painted in the most pathetic and pitiful colours, for all the world to see] that MAPPA sadly didn't alter [...made it worse, actually, what with Isayama's revisions/ additions and all] - he still gave it his all, still tried to see things through Eren's perspective to the bitter, mockable end. K I N G.

I wish I could heap this kinda praise on the writing, too. Sadly, this will stay one of my biggest frustrations and regrets re: any fictional work I've ever consumed. Isayama's expanding on the Armin-Eren heartfelt talk at the end made me feel, either successively or simultaneously. soft, emotional and mournful... and/or horrified, outraged and baffled by what his messaging seemed to make even more explicit/ double down on: that Eren, the protag the audience/readers got to see grow, the one they came to emotionally invest in? Was really just an 'idiot with too much power'. Ultra!Hitler stripped of his perceived alpha traits: just a lonely, pathetic, petulant, ridiculous *boy*. And while the 'I'll go to hell with you' spiel from Armin was one of the things that turned on the waterworks for me, I fully reject this attempt by the narrative to paint him in similar, bloodstained colours [or maybe I don't reject it - even if that were true, Armin will always be a hero to me. And sadly, my 2nd fave character after what Isayama did to Mikasa's character].

I'm just so fucking tired and angry by this nihilistic, cynical trend of backstabbing your audience/readers for the grave offence of their placing their trust in you. GOT did it first, ofc -and Isayama went 'hold my beer', apparently-. But the thing that makes this even more frustrating and painful - is that unlike those 2 fucking hacks, Isayama is an actual writer. A fantastic one / credit where credit is due [and funnier than he's usually given credit for, as the finale reminded me]. His skill isn't the issue - his cynicism / 'nothing is sacred' attitude is. The fact that he just yeets characters' dignities out the window can and has added so much heartache, tragedy and realism to his story and his overall style. But it also leads to this sort of betrayal.

I guess the underlying message of 'how to live with the horrible things you did for others/ for your own survival' is pretty hopeful. Armin's 'I felt like I was born for this moment', the ~it's the apparently pointless, little things, and the people you share them with that you have to hold on to and cherish ~ point has always, will always resonate with me. But I doubt it will ever be enough to get rid of all the bitterness [also: not even gonna get into Founder!Ymir, that shitty parallel to Mikasa, and that entire 'BECAUSE LOVE' clusterfuck. This isn't real life, Isayama. Fiction needs a why. YOU KNOW THIS]

Sigh. Anyway. In the end, even the fact that I felt this strongly, considering... is also a testament to the insane sort of impact this story is capable of. SNK -and RM [and Levi! The one good thing not even Isayama managed to taint -*...knock on wood*- That beautiful, awkward, baddest-of-the-baddies KING. The heart, soul and embodiment of the Scouting Legion-]- have meant so much to me - were a lifeline in the aftermath of the worst thing I've ever experienced. I'll never forget that sense of unique, intense exhilaration I felt while watching the first few episodes, a decade ago, in a Durham seminar room. Or the rollercoaster every feeling I'd ever had --and a buncha new ones- went on those following nights, as I binged the remaining episodes and the manga. Or RM. I wish things could have been different. But that doesn't mean I'll ever throw it out of my mental and emotional Hall of Fame. Thank God for fanfic.

That and. I *will* always carry that weight, I guess.

#had to get it off my shinzou #felt fitting. I'm in a weird place in my life lol #ramblings #ramblings: SNK #if this pops up in the tags or some shit - no it didn't #Favourite Napoleonic Ball of Contradictions

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dawnsociety · 10 months

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Hi!~ I saw your post about requests being open for SF9 fics! You made the post a while ago, so I checked your profile, and it doesn't seem as though your requests are currently closed, but if they are my apologies! You can just skip this if that's the case. But if they're still open, I have some fic ideas that I would love to see be made into full stories! Here are some ideas I've had, you absolutely do not have to do all of these! Feel free to pick and choose which ones speak to you and go from there! And there's no rush either! I've also added potential smut ideas for each story, but if you're not comfortable writing something like that, that's totally fine! Also, if it isn't too much trouble, could the reader in one of the stories be a trans man? I'm a trans guy and we don't get a lot of x reader fics written about us.

Bodyguard AU Youngbin where the reader is like, the 18th person in line to the throne, and Youngbin is the only bodyguard assigned to them since the royal family does not view them as a priority. However, Youngbin is hopelessly in love with them and views them as his top priority at all times and is actually the best bodyguard the royal family have because of his dedication to the job. The reader returns his affections but is unaware that Youngbin loves them back, thus creating relentless ~yearning~ from the both of them. A confession finally happens when the reader risks their life to save Youngbin despite it being Youngbin's literal actual job to do that for them. The reader will be in the hospital and Youngbin is worried sick and he stays with them 24/7, the poor lad hasn't slept a wink since he got there and when the reader finally wakes up, Youngbin declares his love for them because he would've lived the rest of his life filled with regret if the reader had died and they never got to know. Cue happy ending! Possessive sex would work for this story. But not like, toxic possessiveness?? Nothing yandere-esque. It would be more like, soulmate-y type possessiveness. Youngbin saying he's theirs and the reader saying they're his, constant eye contact, holding hands, cumming together, ya know that sort of thing.

Fashion Model AU Seokwoo where he's one of the most well-known fashion models in the entire world, and the reader has been his personal assistant since the very beginning, even before he had gotten famous. The reader is incredibly short, so there's a comically large height difference between the two of them, so Seokwoo has a lot of nicknames for the reader about how short they are. Nicknames like Cupcake, Shortie, Mouse, Cutie, Bunny, Baby, Honeybee, Puppy, Ladybug, etc. It is REALLY obvious to everyone but the reader that Seokwoo loves them. He's physically affectionate with everyone, but he's especially so with the reader. Clings to them all day long, LOVES picking them up and carrying them around cuz he thinks they're so cute, gets jealous in a very harmless, amusing, goofy sort of way where if he sees anyone attempting to flirt with the reader he runs over to them so fast he trips over his own long ass legs to get to their side as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, people hit on Seokwoo ALL THE TIME, but he does everything in his power to swat away all their advances cuz they mean nothing to him. Anytime it happens, it leaves the reader feeling a little grumpy, but they don't know why cuz when it comes to their own feelings, they're kind of a dummy. But eventually, it clicks for them that they're jealous, and it makes them sad cuz they think they're being selfish for feeling this way so they try to distance themselves from Seokwoo after that and he's HEARTBROKEN cuz he's Mr. ClingyMcClingyPants and the reader won't accept his cuddles anymore, and he wants to know why. Eventually, the reader can't deny those big sad brown eyes of his anymore so they admit that they love him and that they were jealous and Seokwoo is so happy he could fly he straight up GIGGLES like a madman and starts flailing around all giddy and lovestruck and the reader is just like "??? Does this mean you love me too?" And Seokwoo's just like "YES, DUH, OF COURSE, OMG!" I'm thinking wall sex for them cuz of the height difference also, Seokwoo has a HUGE size kink so when he sees how cute and small the reader looks with they're legs wrapped around his waist against the wall looking at him with nothing but adoration in their eyes he goes feral. And his dirty talk is nonstop he NEVER shuts up, he praises them the whole time. Notices the hickey on his collarbone the day afterwards and wears it like a badge of honor lmao. He's determined to have everyone in existence see it meanwhile, the reader is so bashful over it and that just makes Seokwoo SOOO SMUG cuz he's such a cheeky devil lol.

Secret Admirer AU Youngkyun where him and the reader are coworkers at an office, and the reader has a huge crush on them, so they start sending Youngkyun anonymous love letters and Youngkyun adores it so much he gets so giggly and soft over every letter. After he starts getting them he's determined to figure out who in the office is sending them and eventually he pieces it together cuz he notices the reader is the only one in the office with a pen that writes in pink ink and all the letters he's gotten are written in pink and in one letter the secret admirer mentioned that they love his singing voice and the reader is the only one that has caught him singing to himself as he got coffee from the break room. He wants to do something really special for the reader to let them know he likes them too so he invites them over to his place to "work together" but when the reader gets there he presents them with a beautiful origami flower that's made from all the letters the reader has sent him! Sweet, loving sex for these two cuz they're adorable. The next day the reader cleans up his place for him and finishes up some of the work he had to do at the office and Youngkyun is looking at them with so much love that you can practically see the wedding proposal ideas playing out in his head.

Childhood Friends to Lovers AU Inseong where him and the reader have been best friends since they were toddlers and are celebrating his birthday together and all of his other friends are there, but eventually the party ends and everyone leaves except for the reader and Inseong and they're just goofing off, cleaning up the big mess from the party together and at some point they start dancing around together, their bodies getting closer and closer and Inseong thinks about how pretty the reader is up close and the reader is thinking the same, and then they're both even closer and the reader briefly looks at Inseong's lips and Inseong immediately notices so he asks the reader if he could kiss them and the reader says yes and one thing leads to another until they're making love on the couch. The morning after Inseong wakes up by himself on the couch and instantly assumes the worst, his melodramatic self thinking, "true love is a MYTH, everything SUCKS, feelings are for LOSERS, I've just been ABANDONED!" until he actually uses that smarty pants brain of his to notice his surroundings and see that the reader is literally right behind him in the kitchen making him breakfast so he's all like "ACTUALLY, I'VE JUST CHANGED MY MIND, TRUE LOVE IS INDEED REAL AND IT'S STANDING RIGHT BEHIND ME MAKING ME PANCAKES!" Goes over to help the reader, and by help, I mean flex his pancake making skills, and by pancake making skills, I mean he burns them so bad the smoke alarm goes off lmao

- You can call me Merman Anon! 🧜‍♂️💙

Hi! Thank you for sending me a message and trusting me with your ideas :)

Unfortunately, I don't write scenarios anymore but I'm sure you'll find plenty of writers who will use your prompts.

Have a nice day/night, Merman Anon ✨

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liyazaki · 2 years

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Hours out from the Bad Buddy finale- and after literal hours of rehashing it off Tumblr with friend after friend- I sit here with one word in my mind: disappointment.

What an insanely beautiful journey it’s been, and I give all kudos and thanks to P’Aof for that. He built such rich characters that you couldn’t help but become invested, to cheer them on- to practically will their happiness into existence. Which makes the ending that we got– so far removed from the characters I’ve grown to love and the journey they’ve been on- that much harder (for me) to take.

I’ll never forget the scene in episode 10 where Pat and Pran finally spoke their truth, pulled zero punches and drew their lines in the sand. I never expected to see a scene like that in a BL- scratch that, a drama- period. The bravery and strength it had to take to say what needed to be said? After a lifetime of silence, white lies and excuses just to survive? I could've stood up and cheered, I was so proud.

I’ll also never forget going on the incredible journey that was episode 11- from being thrilled that we get the boyfriend beach trip of the century to break the episode 11 curse, to the "realization" that this was actually a break-up episode subverted in the most poignant way possible.

To then find out that this was all a farce- a plot twist to "gotcha" us at the end? The fact that two whole parts of the finale were dedicated to said plot twist- a.k.a. audience trickery for the sake of it? I'm actively trying to not let the ending color my view of this show that I still sincerely love, but it's hard not to.

The narrative we got also felt like such a wild departure from the strong young men we saw in episode 10. It rendered so much of their journey useless for me: what was the point of taking a stand? What was the point of running away? And how could they arrive at the conclusion that hiding their relationship again would end any differently than it already had? If we had been included in that journey- seen their conversations, understood the thought process- I'd be writing a very different series wrap-up post, even if it's not the plot choice I would've made.

In that vein, what was the point of episode 11? I can't logically reconcile what we know post episode 12 with the sweetness tinged with melancholy they both seemed to be experiencing. As a very astute friend pointed out to me, it wasn’t the fact that they were about to go back into hiding, because we saw Pat and Pran literally laughing under their breath while telling their parents they broke up. Beyond all the beautiful little moments episode 11 gave us, it was all to serve the plot twist- the "ah ha" moment.

I’m all about smart writing, and a big part of smart writing is not letting your audience in on the secret until the final hour or until the moment is right. What I'm not about is feeling like there’s a big inside joke, everyone’s laughing (the writers, etc.) and the audience? We're not a part of it, and we’re left feeling a little gut-punched on the other side.

I don’t regret watching Bad Buddy for a second. It’s easily in my top 10 of all time, and going on this journey with all of you has been an amazing ride. But for me, mentally? Bad Buddy ended at episode 10. It’s the only way I can make both logical and emotional sense of the story we got and the characters that were built throughout the show.

Disclaimer: I get that I'm in the minority here. If you absolutely love the finale, I am sincerely happy for you and I really wish I felt the same. Anonymous asks are off and I won't debate with anyone in the comments- it’s not what I come on Tumblr for. Know I respect your opinion (whatever it is) but this is mine- and I know I'm not the only one.

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #bad buddy ep 12 #bad buddy ep 10 #bad buddy meta #bad buddy*

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kyuus4ku · 3 years

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗧

yosano akiko

genre: drabble ; fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1K

a/n: take this as my first drabble🧐 not that proud of it -_-

"I have to tell you something."

"Usually, you don't have to make an announcement before you speak," she said before munching on what remained of her sandwich, "makes it sound formal that way."

A smile tugged at her lips as she chewed, her magenta-tinged eyes locked on yours, making your heart stutter for the right rhythm as your thoughts tried to catch up to the moment's speed.

You couldn't believe you were even contemplating on actually going through with this.

Was telling her about the dream you had last night really a smart idea?

"I'm serious."

"Y/n, by saying that, you're making me incapable of taking you seriously," she sniggered in amusement, a faint tint of mischief glowing from her face as she finished what was left of her sandwich.

You thought back to when you decided to tell her about the damned dream during lunchtime, and suddenly felt the urge to crash your forehead against the wall... repeatedly... until consciousness was nothing but a stranger to you.

If this went wrong, you'd have to stick around for the rest of the day to deal with how awkward it'd potentially become.

If this went wrong— if she misunderstood, or if she'd be able to explicate your feelings without having you confess them to her yourself.

If she didn't like you the way you liked her.

"You know what? Forget it," you raised your hands in surrender and put them on the table to get yourself up from your seat, but she stopped you by gripping your forearm firmly.

As dumb as it sounded, it felt like your infatuation for her was rejuvenated back to fresh vitality at her touch.

Even her grip was gentle, and the smile she still had latched onto her lips wasn't going to make falling out of love for her any easier.

"Wuss," she remarked in a domineering tone, raising an eyebrow and narrowing her eyes in evident attempts to intimidate you. You groaned and slumped back in your seat, crossing your arms in a mulish attitude.

"I'm not a wuss," you grumbled stubbornly.

"You sure sound like one," she sipped on her iced tea with dignity, that stupidly charming smile still bolted to her lips, "Come on, prove me wrong."

You sighed deeply, shaking off the inapt nerves which dented every inch of your ego. You then mustered up the courage to say what you didn't really want to say.

"I had a dream about you."

"Uh huh," she nodded, eyes glimmering with intrigue and anticipation.

"We kissed," you admitted, completely disappointing the side of you that wanted to piece together a whole dramatic build-up before you reached that part of the dream.

You knew that your feelings were going to swallow you whole if you didn't get them off your chest, but you didn't expect yourself to be that desperate.

Regret started to root its cause into the walls of your bones the minute you saw her expression fade into the finest type of indiscernibility.

Then, the most irresistible smile pulled at the corner of her pretty lips.

"That's it?" she laced her fingers together, her elbows planting themselves on the table as she leaned forward to fix her eyes on yours, "The person I know would've added flair to their story before getting to the climax."

"I panicked!" you whined in frustration as you buried your face in your hands, rubbing your eyes as a flustered grin shone through your lips. She couldn't help but laugh at how unbelievably nervous you were getting.

She got out of her seat and traced her steps toward where you were sitting. She sat on the edge of the table, her purple irises brighter than ever as her gaze fixed itself on you with what anyone but you could perceive as affection.

"What made us kiss?" she crossed her arms coolly, "It can't be only because I'm incredibly alluring, right?"

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at her burst of self-approval— the type of reaction she always adored.

"So... we were running away from something..." you poked at your chin as you tried to recall every detail, "Some kind of monster..."

"Monster?"

"Yeah, my subconscious is hella creative," you winked at her with pride, "Anyways, I got really riled up because I hate being chased."

"Being chased? Really?"

"Yes. I get really... defensive," you ignored her snort of ridicule and went on, "So when we managed to get a place to hide, I started babbling a lot of words and pacing around frantically. You tried to calm me down but I refused to stay still. So... one thing led to another... you gave up and pulled me into a kiss."

Time hung on your words as the moment froze in silence. You expected her to brush it off and leave the room, and honestly, that would've been a hundred times better than being told "Sorry, I don't really think of you that way."

But what she said and did next didn't really match up to your predictions.

"Was I a good kisser?" you could've sworn her face was a little farther from yours just a few seconds ago. You got out of your seat and backed away slightly, wondering if you were reading her body language wrong or not.

"Yeah, well... I was better," you shrugged smugly, smirking as you did so. She stretched her arms to place her palms flat on the table, supporting her figure as she leaned back with her head tilted in what you interpreted as enticement.

"Really?" a tut of skepticism reached your ears. She looked around the room and then back at you.

"Prove it."

All the gears in your brain clicked. You stepped forward, held the sides of her face softly, and kissed her.

You felt her lips stretch into a blissful smile as your lips connected. The two of you were sent to seventh heaven as electrifying sparks of restless elation galvanized you both into an unwillingness to pull away.

"Hm," you heard her hum as she pulled away, piercing your gaze with the purple stars in her eyes as her finger caressed the side of your face gently. You smiled at her, not realising how unsteady your breathing was.

"Point taken," she sang out quietly, pulling you by the collar to meet you in a kiss once again.

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comment under here if you wanna be a part of my taglist!

a/n: ehh i'm not rlly gonna be active on most of my socials for a little while, and most of my posts/reblogs will be queued. i won't be gone for long hehe and i won't stop writing— just gonna be a little ia in terms of interactions 😴 mwah ty for reading!

fun fact: i rlly did dream about kissing a girl <3

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sugarakis-p2 · 3 years

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Gamble ch 4: Bad Mate

Rebel proves she is smart, useful, fast and is punished harshly by both Dabi and Shigaraki for it.

Poor Toga!

Awwww they teach Dabi to kiss!

Yeah I went there. There are some regrets, a lot of fluids, more fluids than regrets. I don't mind if you re-blog, or re-post just give me credit. I really love what I write and do work hard at it.

Warning: Double Knotting, non/con, minor death, bad words

Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Bad Mate

Shigaraki was announced to the bored King, who did not bother to look up. "Hoodwink! Your mane is looking lovely!" Hoodwink, the Sphinx, shifts on his throne, his human-like face lighting up in joy upon seeing the female known as Rebel.

"Is that not the human female from the gambling hall?" He asks one of his females, who nodded yes. "Kitten! What brings you to my kingdom? Did your father sell you to some fool?" He eyes Tomura.

"You must have spurned the Count in some way; he would've warned you about this little runner. Not that it would've stopped you, it hasn't stopped many of us." He is now inspecting Tomura Shigaraki with interest.

"I doubt her father would have sold her to you though. Your kind knows the woods as well as kitten. Now that must be an interesting story." He indicates Shigaraki should sit.

"I heard you are an excellent sticks player. I have high-quality rubies. Let's play while my flock feeds and drinks. I can tell you how I caught my little butterfly." He pets Rebel on the head like a dog.

"Yes, yes, such a fine guest. I have not thought highly of your kind in the past, but I am impressed; I can feel my mind changing." Rebel flashes a pouch to a blue-coated female who speaks up.

"ReBell, kitten, you are worse for wear. Your clothes are tattered, and you reek. The females shall retire and fix this." She announces as she walks away. The king ignores her while Tomura nods to his mate in permission. Rebel goes to follow when she notices Toga trailing along. "Aren't you staying here?" "Why? I'm a female too." Rebel doesn't say anything else.

After a bath and fitted in silks, Rebel got to business. Negotiations were frustrating, but she and the flock came out on top. Toga was busy stuffing her face, watching. "Excellent, with these sapphires and your mate, will adhere to our agreement, we both benefit." "Toga has authority in this matter, I'm sure. What do you think, Toga?" "Sounds good," Toga mumbled around mouthfuls of meat. "Then sign here, Toga, and it's all done."

"It was a pleasure as always, Lunar. Excuse me, I have to use the privy." Rebel gets up and walks out of the room calmly. Once she is out of Toga's sight, she breaks into a full-tilt run to the exit. Toga pops in front of her.

"Caught ya! He knew you'd try something like…hey!" Rebel darted into a secret hall with a stone door that slammed shut behind her. Toga pounded for several minutes before saying to an empty hallway, "Tomura is going to kill me." Lucky for her, it was Lunar that delivered the bad news. "She ran away, but on the bright side, she brokered an excellent deal in your favor." She announces to the room, unable to talk to any males. "hmmm, deal?" The king asks, not really caring he was still busy playing sticks with Shigaraki.

"They are taking over the old hive in the forest on the edge of our territory. In return, they will kill any griffins that enter our kingdom; that's five times a year on average. They will kill all the vampire huggers in the lake, and in return, we build a canal to us and the hive. The only catch is that one can't enter the city of Forestdale. That one agreed." She says, pointing to Toga. Shigaraki manages not to kill everything. "Why would you agree to the last part," Shigaraki asks through gritted teeth. "I didn't!" she wails.

"You did, dear. See, it's right here. Rebell added it last second. Contracts are blood bonded, break any part of it, and the signer dies." "Can always find her by scent," Compress says. "She took a bath," Lunar says to Toga. Shigaraki is seething with rage. Toga wails, sure that Tomura is going to get her killed. Rebel knew he could not. Toga was the only viable female in a group of males. Unless he wanted his hive to collapse before it started, he would keep Toga safe.

"I would check my inventory if I were you," Hoodwink said idly. All the diamonds were missing. Tomura is scratching himself until he bled. "Dabi, I have a job for you." "What's in it for me." "Fun." Shig rasps and Dabi smiles.

Three days later, Rebel exited the forest into her family's backyard. Tired and hungry, the family celebrated all night. "Add more meat to the stew," Daddy shouted at Mama and Jenny. Rebel had stolen enough to set them up for two years. All seven of her siblings hugged her. They wept in relief, for both the cash and seeing her alive. It was such a close call she started training three of her sisters and two of her brothers to take her place. They made a tidy profit from the low carat diamonds, fleecing fools who thought they knew better than them, making purse drops and snatches. They had to be good enough to fool mythical creatures and fast enough in the forest to out run them.

It had been two months, and she was for sure pregnant. She was very late and very stressed. She needed to find a husband quick and accepted a date with the dullest fool to ever enter the Index. The Count set it up for her, telling her she could always be with him instead. Like she would ever be one of his harem whores. Although Rebel almost would prefer it to this.

The stocky man was the button king of the land, a wealthy lord of some kind. He prattled on and on about buttons. The different textures, the unique shapes, the exciting material, "Did you the vampire master Kai prefers polished steel, my golly, who would have thunk it." The custom jobs for kings all over the lands. Rebel smiled and nodded, asking him to please go on. She wanted to hang herself. She is fine with his shape and pale, sweaty skin. He is just so boring. She reaches up and scratches her scar when he wasn't looking. He touches the raised skin and smiles. It's the souvenir she has from Shiggy.

It's in times like this, she did miss Shiggy. He could be gentle and sweet. He is cleverer than he looked and presented. If he wasn't what he is, and if she wasn't a human, she could see herself happy with him. The cat and mouse game with him were the most on edge she has ever been. When she looks back, it was thrilling. At the time, it was terrifying; those fucking hands. A moonlight walk around the reflecting lake is pretty but basic and boring; no were near as thrilling as trying to outmaneuver a Mothman.

"It's getting very late, my lord. I really should be heading back home." She will end the date with a kiss on his round cheek. Only she is shocked that the man is a pillar of blue flame. He is crumbling to ash before her eyes. She's seen blue flame before. She turns to run when she is blocked by glowing blue eyes. Dark black wings that shimmer a purple design in the blue light. "I'm not going to get away, am I?" She says with a lilt of hope. He shook his head. "Can I say bye to my family?" Rebel asks sweetly. "You had two months more than you did two months ago. You're coming home to your new family at the hive." Dabi says in his firm smoky voice. She nodded and didn't fight when he carried her to hell.

"Look what I found," Dabi said. He put her down in front of Shigaraki. Painted like a king, he loomed over his bad mate. "What should I do with you? You broke our deal. You ran away and got poor Toga in trouble. Stole from the hive. I thought we were going, to be honest with each other. On the other hand, you only took a portion of what we agreed to for your family. Brokered a good deal, and now you are carrying my brood. Still, my mate. What to do? What to do?" Dabi had snuck up behind her and is sniffing at her hair. He had been a perfect gentleman during the trip. Now he was being a handsy creep. She smacked at him, which only seemed to get him more excited. "Don't forget my reward." Dabi hisses, Shig ignores him.

"I did say bad mates get it rough. I did say you have to please only me. I did tell your father only I could touch you. I guess this will make me two-thirds a liar, turns out being honest with my little butterfly is a bad habit. I must punish you. You have opened my eyes to compromises and accommodation. With so few females, I needed to offer Dabi a decent reward for finding you. After all, I can't enter your city. Don't worry. After your punishment, we'll go back to the original deal; this is going to be the only exception, right little butterfly? No more running." She gives them both dirty looks; Shigaraki's heartstrings are plucked when she's like this. "Oh, pretty little butterfly, you are in for a treat." Dabi hisses. "I've wanted this since back at the cave. Boss, do you really think she can take two knots?" She looks at the two evil grinning monsters in shock. Never had she thought that punishment would be on the table. Shig has been so possessive.

"No!" She screams as she tries to run. Four sets of hands capture her. "Fuck no!" She screams, flailing and kicking. "Don't be like that. Makes me think you don't like me. Wasn't I nice on the way over here?" "Only because you knew this was waiting for me, you sick fuck! Shiggy, please! I'm your mate! There are other punishments!"

"Sorry little butterfly, you forced my hand. Too few females, and it keeps my right hand close." "Real close," Dabi whispers in her ear, adding a chirp at the end. They are carrying her to a giant bird's nest filled with pillows. "Remember the rules. No marking, scenting or burning. You can dust and knot the ass, not the mouth. Also, fuck that mouth at your own risk." She is trying to bite at Dabi while he says the last part.

"She's pregnant, don't see why I can't have the pussy?" "Because I killed one knotting the throat, and anal just doesn't feel as good to me," Shig says. "Yes, but if we fuck her at the same time, the ass gets real tight." "Really?" "Both of you are fucking sick. Shiggy, please! You could kill me! Could hurt the baby!"

"That's cute. She thinks our cocks could kill her or hurt the baby. I thought you were smart. Don't you know holes stretch; bones break?" Dabi says while kneading her breasts. Laughing at her panic. "She was a virgin, it's really annoying having to train them, but she will do well. After all, she wants to make me happy. She wants to be my good mate. Good mates get considerations." Rebel whimpers pitifully. Then feebly struggles.

"This is great, you know; struggling and making us chase you gets our instincts riled up." "I'm going to fucking kill you both." Rebel snarls at them. "The mouth on this one, can we fuck it, right?" Dabi asks. He's inhaling her pure scent before Shigaraki gets to her. He chuckled when she struggled to claw at his stitches.

"I like to hear her threats and pleas. They are adorable. She is a bit of a biter again at your own risk." They are talking about her as if she is some dumb plaything. She knew they were talking in the human tongue on purpose. Humiliating and frightening her.

"Shiggy, my mate, please. The threat of this is enough. I promise I'll never run again." "Where did we land on the pussy?" Dabi asks. Both are ignoring her pleas. Tomura sighs, annoyed. "Only this once, just because she's already carrying. If it were any other time, I would withdraw the reward." She goes limp. Dabi shakes her and gives Shigaraki a disheartened look.

"Don't worry, she plays possum to get close before becoming a vicious minx. I sit, and you thrust?" Shig asks. "Yeah, I want to see her face. I'll thrust." Dabi's hand is knitted in her hair, tongue licking her neck, while Shigaraki pulls off her clothes. Dabi can feel the pulse of her heartbeat under his tongue and has to control himself. No marks are a rule, so he lightly nips. He wants to do this again, so rules with someone else's mate are the only ones he bothers to follow. Shigaraki is kissing her thighs. She has slowly snaked her hand under her jerkin and pulled out a knife. She is quick, but Shigaraki is quicker; he caught the blade. He's laughing. A trickle of blood drips down his chest as he tsks her.

"Playing a little rough there, sweet mate. I would be disappointed if you hadn't tried." He wraps five fingers around the blade, and his shatters into dust. Rebel whimpers. It was her last chance. They would never let her near anything sharp again. Dabi chirps.

"She is a little minx." Sliding his hot hand up her side. To cup her breast and fingers her puckers nipple. Shigaraki growls and turns her top into dust. Rebel squeaks in fear; four dangerous hands are on her. She has seen Dabi light fires on the way here, and she was happy with not having to deal with that, at least. How stupid and wrong she was.

"I wanted to be kind and leave your clothes, but you always force my hand. I can't trust you don't have other nasty things hidden. Always the hard way with you first." Tomura says. His teeth are nipping at her hips. They are both making her shudder in fear and pleasure, and she hates herself and them for it. Her body has been betraying her since she has met the Mothmen. Shigs hand darts up into her hair, and she screams. She knows that he doesn't want to kill her but that doesn't mean he might not accidentally do it one day. He twists her face towards Dabi's. His fur feels signed and smells like caramel on the edge of burning. "Give him a kiss," Shig orders. "A kiss? "It's a human thing where mouths are pressed together. It's a new way to taste a mate. Try it."

His lips are softer than Shigs. She can still feel scar tissue and a scrap of a stitch. His long tongue violates her mouth at the same time Tomura is licking her cunt. She whines and tries to twist away from them both. Both are starting to feel good, and she's embarrassed how her body heats at their touch. Dabi is so warm. She can tell the difference between their roaming hands. Their antenna is everywhere, tickling. Rebel giggled into Dabi's mouth, encouraging him to be more aggressive with his kiss. As he pulls from the kiss, she tries to bite him, but he's too fast. Rebel is gasping; both are leaving her breathless.

"It's like bringing her to heat, but dangerous, those little flat teeth are sharper than I thought." He snickers, nuzzling her hair to watch Shigaraki lick her. Tomura's is firmly planted over her pussy, tongue deep and squirming, as he slicks his dick with his precum.

"Mmmm, he seems captivated by your taste. I guess he's that kind of guy. You are so much sweeter with a tongue in you. Are you this sweet when your knotted, I wonder?" "Why don't you two just fuck each other?" She spits a Dabi. He catches in his mouth and groans. He wets two of his hot fingers and shoves them roughly in her ass. She shouts curses at them as he fingers her. "So delicious. It's much more fun when there is a little treat between. You're so much softer and tighter than anyone of our species. Smell good, taste good, fuck good. I hope you remember I'm being nice, getting you ready, because all of Shigaraki is going in this virgin hole. Such a tight little hole, maybe you'll misbehave, and I can try it later."

"How honorable of you, you disgusting creep." Tomura pulls away, Dabi pulls his fingers out with a squelch, Tomura spitting a wad on her holes. Wiping his face, he adds her wetness to his aching cock. "She's ready," He rasps. He lays back, wings and arms spread wide. "Come here, little butterfly, and sit on your mate's lap." Dabi flips her struggling form and helps spread her as he slowly lowers her on. Tomura is spreading her cheeks and lying himself up to her dripping puckered hole. Rebel sobs miserably as Tomura's cock is firmly anchored in her. His arms wrapped around her middle, pinning her arms to her side. He is nuzzling the crook of her neck, licking at her tears, and kissing his scarred mark. He leans them both back for Dabi.

Dabi leans down and gives a lick at where they are connected. It makes her squeal, and Tomura shivers with pleasure.

Dabi's hands grip her waist as he slowly sinks into her. She whimpers, and her pained face is making this better for him. She's so tight and full; his hips slowly start to rock. He grinds his cock deep inside her, making sure to form and stretch her insides to fit him. He wants to coax at least one orgasm from this female. He wasn't lying. She is softer and tighter. He wants her to misbehave so he can do this again. Maybe if they both realize how good this is, it could be more regular. The thought is so exciting he slides out a little too fast, and it's making her cry out with each thrust. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her head thrown back into Tomura, her teeth gritted.

"No, no, no more. Please." She begs. It feels unbearably good. She hates them. She feels like a panting slutty bitch in heat. It is the most degrading thing Rebel has ever had to do. The room is filling with the sounds of their moans, groans, the wet slapping of skin, squelching, chirps, and the buzz of wings. The smells of sex mixing in the air sending the males over the edge. "Oh, little butterfly, you're getting tighter. Your pussy is drooling around me. Are you about to cum?" "I hope you both die," Rebel moans. "Feels so good," Tomura mumbles. Dabi captures a hard nipple in his mouth, wings quivering, dark dust falling on both. She shouts, arching back into Tomura, both her cunt and anus tightening. Her orgasm is encouraging them to both pump deeply. She is shouting curses that are turning incomprehensible. Her walls are sucking them both. Primal growl as both knots inflate, making Tomura and Rebel squirm under Dabi. Dabi's cum feels boiling hot as he fills her. It is so much it's leaking around the edges, sliding down Tomura's crack. She is trembling between them, gasping, and going limp.

Dabi does a tentative knot pull that has both shouting and give him a nasty look, Tomura's blazing red eyes threatening. They all roll to the side, her cursing more of how it hurts for them to move. They coo and chirp over her. It would be sweet if she didn't hate them. Shigaraki is smothering her in his scent, telling her to never run again, and what a good mate she is for taking her punishment so well. Rebel is crying, telling them, of course, she'll never run again, please no more, it's too good. She is already plotting on running. Even the Count wouldn't do this, would he?

Panting and sweating, their wings encase her, and they fall asleep entwined with each other.

Sequel coming soon! I'm super lazy and tags are annoying.

#mothman #tomura smut #lemon #shigaraki tomura #boku no hero academia tomura #mothman shigaraki #motharaki #moth shigaraki #smut #MHA fantasy

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nintendousimp · 3 years

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Train of Thought...

Part:1 Getting Caught

Master 👉Next

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader, Miya Atsumux Reader.

Character: Gender Neutral! or I want to everyone to feel comfortable so any pronouns welcomed for this story.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Some angst and colorful language, mentions of cheating and getting caught in the action, mentions of also thinking to forgive unfaithful partner, some grammar errors 😅 ( I need to emphasize this by saying that English is not my first language and although my English is great I still have a lot of trouble so constructive criticism is welcomed 🥰)

Word Count: 2k

Released date: January 19th 2021

I feel like I need to emphasize that all of the characters in this story are aged up! I’m not comfortable with talking about sexual topics if the characters are still in high school and are underage so,this is a timeskip!😅

Before we go any further into the story, I plan to post part 2 of this! Part 2 will take me a bit longer to post due to personal matters but it will be posted!

Enjoy my first ever Haikyuu x Reader Fic!!!

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You’ve been working late into the night for the past few months so he must’ve thought that this would be your same routine from your previous nights. He's always been a careful person. He knows you have your location on. He always knows where you are but not just for your safety but to also bring her over.

He knows this is wrong. He loves you and knows he could've talked to you about maybe spending less time at work and maybe make a bit more time for him. Atsumu knows that your work is important and he's not gonna take advantage of you like that, especially when you come home from work tired, and with his volleyball schedule and his career you guys barely got to spend time with each other.

He wants to stop this but his need never stops. He knows what he has with her is just something done out of lust and that’s it. Atsumu only wants her around just to make his cock feel good and that’s it. He's already made it very clear he does not plan to leave you and to not get any crazy ideas.

He thought that tonight would be just like any other. He couldn’t have known that you were on your way home. He couldn’t have possibly remembered that today of all days was the release day of your book that you've put months of work into. Who knew that by mistake you left your phone at the office. All he knew at that moment was that your best friend's pussy takes him so well.

As you were driving your way home all you could think about is to hug your husband and yell to the world that you've finally finished your first written work! You felt such accomplishment that this book that you've put all your heart, sweat, and tears into was finally released! So many people believed in your dream but you felt you really couldn’t have done it without the love and support from your husband.

There have been many times where you felt like you haven't been given Atsumu much attention. You've been working long hours and at times late into the night to get this book out before the deadline you've been given. All those hours of hard work you felt paid off, now all that’s left to do is celebrate and who to celebrate better than your husband. After all, he's the inspiration behind your book.

You get out of your car making your way towards the entrance of your house. You notice a car that you've seen before but you can't remember where, so you just brush it off and make your way to the door. As you're unlocking the main entrance door, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The house is dark and there's no one in the living area, I mean what did you expect its one in the morning. You were going about your routine trying to not wake Atsumu up when you hear some strange noises coming from your shared master.

As you're approaching the hallway that leads to your room, you've noticed the noises are starting to sound a lot more like sexual moans. Your first thought would've been that Atsumu might've fallen asleep while watching porn, and you'd believe that. But these moans sounded too real to be coming from the tv in your shared bedroom. You can see from the small gap underneath the door that the lights are still on.

You're getting ready to enter your room when you notice that the door is slightly open. If only someone were to prepare you for what you were about to see. As you enter the room you see what no woman ever wants to go through. Your husband Atsumu on top of another woman.

"I can never see myself with anyone that wasn’t my husband," you said.

Who would’ve thought that my marriage was falling apart… not me right?

Have I been so oblivious this whole time?

How long has this been going on? The question I proceeded to ask myself...

How did I not see this coming?

But now that you saw everything with your own eyes, you realized you’ve put all the pieces to a puzzle you didn’t even know you were solving.

Today was publishing day and you were gonna surprise Tsumu by coming home after the book release, you would have called but your phone may have been misplaced somewhere in your office. You didn’t have time to go back to the office, you’ve been missing Tsumu a lot. But the surprise you got when you entered your shared bedroom and watched as your husband was on top of another woman was not something you ever expected to happen.

As you stood there watching your husband fuck another woman and not just any woman but your best friend all you could think about was, Atsumu the man that promised to be with you for the rest of your life was in your bed fucking your best friend. You want to be angry, you want to run and scream at them, you want to ask why they did it. Not that any explanation would fix anything, you just couldn’t say anything. As you stood there for what felt like a lifetime. Did you lose your train of thought? Did you forget how to talk?

He finally notices that you’ve been standing there. He panics and gets off your best friend as he tries making his way towards you. All you could think to do at that moment was to just close the door and run out of the house towards your car and make your way out of there. You started driving with no destination in mind, you just wanted to be anywhere away from this bomb. As you're driving, you end up taking the route that leads you to Akaashi’s place. You get out of the car and make your way towards his door.

It’s like you came here out of instinct.

How can you not when you guys have been working on this project for the past several months. He’s a great editor and a great friend too! He appreciates your hard work! You remember when you told him that you wanted to give writing another try and had an idea for a book he immediately offered his services as an editor. He’s always offered his help to you. Even goes out of his way to help you research some titles or genres that you could find interest in writing. He’s a great guy and you’ve grown very close to him.

Now you’re at Keijis place late in the hours of the night. You decided that you couldn’t do this by yourself so you knock on his door.

“Y/N are you alright, What are you doing out so late?” He asks.

You shake your head no. How were you gonna tell Akaashi your world was falling apart. He’s your editor, he shouldn’t need to know that your husband just cheated on you with your best friend.

“Would you like to come in? We can talk about whatever is troubling you?”

He doesn’t give you a second to answer before he grabs your hand and guides you to the living room. He has you sit on his sofa while he makes you both some tea. Some time has passed since you arrived at Akaashi’s, you’re telling him everything that happened an hour prior to being there. Akaashi is tracing small circles on your back. He tells you that this wasn’t your fault and you're not one to blame here and that

“Hey Y/N?”

“Did you say something Keiji?” Y/N says looking up from his shoulder. He can tell they’ve been crying. Akaashi hated seeing them like this. These past several months, he got to know Y/N as a very kind and goal-minded person. He saw someone who only strived to make her and other’s visions come to reality. The months Akaashi spent with Y/N were by far the best few months of his life. He would never tell Y/N that.t He hates that the book is done because now they won’t get to spend as much time together as they used to.

The months he’s been with her he got to spend a lot of time getting to know her world. He observed the way she would get when she had writer’s block. The number of times he’s watched her get frustrated at how she didn’t like the ending of a chapter for the book. He saw how countless nights she felt helpless and wanted to quit. She would fall into a negative state where she convinced herself she wasn’t a good writer. He also saw the nights where she would vent to him about Atsumu becoming distant once again. NIghts where they would drown themselves with work just so they didn’t think about crying.

He saw all of that. Nights where y/n needed Atsumu. Late nights where he was fucking his wife’s best friend.

“What’s your next move?” Akaashi asked.

“I think the best thing right now is for me to go home and get an explanation”

Your expression is giving regret all over it. How were you gonna go back home and look Atsumu in the face? What more could he explain that you don’t already know? You keep going back and forth between blaming yourself more than blaming him. You want to put this in your head as if it was your fault. But you know deep down that if Atsumu really loves you like he says he does he wouldn’t have cheated. At the end of the day, he cheated on you, not the other way around.

“I think I'm gonna call Yachi and see if she’s okay with me spending a few nights at her place just until I figure out what I’m gonna do. In the meantime, I gotta get back home.”

You sigh, you're getting ready to get up when Akaashi takes a hold of your hand

“Wait Before you go, I have a suggestion for tonight if you’d like to hear”

Akaashi doesn’t want you going alone but he also feels as if he’s overstepping his boundaries. He knows this is none of his business but why does he feel like it is?

“How about we go get some of your things and you spend the night here?”

It was a nice offer from Keiji, but you already feel like a burden. He’s been so kind as to listen to you, you just don’t wanna cause him any more trouble.

“ I appreciate the offer Keiji but I don’t wanna wrap you up in my troubles.”

“ Y/N you’re no trouble, I just want you to know that you’re more than welcomed to stay here.” Akaashi knew you’d reject his invitation. He knows you’re not the type of person to rely on others' help, you’re a giver not a taker after all.

“Can you promise me if you don’t wanna be there with Atsumu you’ll call me and come here?” Akaashi the overthinker, always worrying about others.

“ I promise I’ll call you Keiji, if anything happens I promise to come back here.” The answer appeases him, he lets your hand go.

“Thank you Y/N Can I walk you out?” You nod and make your way towards the entrance door.

“Thank you for having me over at this time of night..” before you could finish your sentence, you were pulled into Akaashi’s arms.

“You don’t have to thank me Y/N, I’m glad you trust me enough to open up about what happened.”

You don’t know why but his words are making you feel safe. You trust Keiji, he’s not the type of guy to hurt anybody.

You thank Akaashi again as he walks you to your car “ Can I check on you tomorrow?”

You reply with a nod “ See you tomorrow Keiji.”

Both of you say your goodbyes. As you’re leaving Akaashi’s house, you can’t help but feel nervous about the conversation you were about to have with your husband. What was gonna happen with your marriage? Can this be forgiven? Questions that kept plaguing your head. Only one question stuck out more than the others…

Do I wanna divorce Atsumu?

Summary:

L/N F/N a young adult working on their first ever book with the help of editor and friend (Akaashi). Discovers that their husband has been cheating on them for the past few months that they’ve been working nonstop. Heartbroken y/n decides to drown herself in their work. Will they be able to Forgive their cheating husband from his infidelity or will they approach the man who fell in love with them while working on their book?

Characters belong to the Haruichi Furudate.

#haikyuu #akaashixreader #akaashi fanfiction #atsumu x reader #atsumu x female reader #atsumu angst #haikyuu fic #akaashi angst

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step-on-me-khun · 3 years

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Your Voice Ch.3 - timeskip!Kenma x reader

Still can't really say anything about how consistently I'll write or post a chapter.

(C/N) = Country name or city name, your choice really. Also, I know I haven't stated it, but it's female or girl name reader. Later chapters will be NSFW, just warning you all now.

[[Ch.2]] - [[Ch.4]]

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: Cursing, that's all

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Kenma never really had much to look forward to. There wasn't a rush to play one of his games as soon as he got up out of bed. He would take his time and shower first, get something to eat, and then play whatever video game he felt like playing.

He was sure that you would stream today, so he took time off from streaming himself. No feelings of nervousness or anxiety were there in his head or stomach. There wasn't any need for it, really. But there was a tinge of excitement in him.

He was constantly checking to see if you were recording. There was a lot of questions still in his head that he wanted answers to. But you were practically a stranger, and he had never talked to you before.

Kenma was never really one for starting conversations with someone new, but he knew that he had to take a step forward and try.

His hands were busy pressing the buttons and fiddling with the joystick on his controller. The game would pause every now and again, but it was so Kenma could check on his phone to see if you were online.

Time went by, the small rays of light coming from outside began to fade the longer he played. It was seven at night, and it had been a whole week since you had last streamed. He was getting more and more impatient. He had turned the notification settings on so that he was alerted to you.

That's what he was looking down at right now. He would never admit defeat, but damn was he close to it.

Just as the screen of his phone turned black, a notification popped up. It was you, and you were streaming. His face lit up, eyes widened.

It was as if he was in a rush like he would miss your stream. He immediately exited the game he was playing and turned his computer on.

His fingers clicked on the mouse impatiently, each click bringing him closer to listening to you again. He had thought of not interacting with you yet, but as he got to your stream, he quickly abandoned that idea.

Music played as the screen switched colours slowly. He rested his arms next to each other on the table, his chin resting on them as he kept his eyes on the monitor.

He was thinking about hosting your stream, but he didn't want to do it yet. His foot tapped on the floor impatiently.

"Hey guys, I'm just setting myself up. I'll be with you all in a minute," your voice says. Kenma was soon snapped out of his impatience.

It felt weird to him. He had heard your voice before, but it felt like he was hearing it for the first time again.

He wanted to know everything about you still. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you told the stream you lived in Japan.

"Okay," you say as you sit down, the screen showing the same shooting game as before. "Sorry, I'm late today guys, it's just been a weird day,"

Kenma wasn't complaining. It wasn't really a problem that you were late. It was Kenma's first time watching your stream. He had so many questions. Hopefully, he wouldn't sound too creepy asking them.

You were busy reading out some of the messages from the chat as the game loaded.

"'Why don't you stream with anyone?' Well, that's because I don't really know a lot of people to stream or game with,"

So you were either shy or didn't like telling people you liked gaming.

He decided to ask his own question.

"'Don't you have friends to game with?' Uhh, no, not really. I'm a socially awkward mess,"

So, you were someone who enjoyed gaming but had trouble connecting with people? That sounded too damn familiar. He could tell that you were uncomfortable with the questions you were getting. He could hear it in the tone of your voice as you answer your chat.

"'What country do you live in?' You must be new here. I know I've said before that I lived in (C/N), but now I live not too far from Tokyo,"

So, you lived in Japan, not too far from Kenma, and you had limited social skill, probably because you might've only just moved to Japan. Was this all really this easy?

"I've only lived here for a while. I've not really made much of an impression on anyone here." There was some sadness in how you said that.

If Kenma didn't know Kuroo or become friends with him, he could've been in the same shoes as you. It was clear that you did want to make friends, but you found it difficult to. Maybe it was a good thing that you were viewed by Kenma.

"'I live not far from Tokyo, too.' I don't know if that's a bad or a good thing," you say, stopping the game for a minute to browse at his own profile. You were expecting him to be a small streamer, with maybe the same amount of viewer as you. It shocked you to see that this person had more than triple your viewer count. "H-how did you find me? There're so many other streamers, I'm just a small percentage of them,"

"'I fell asleep at the computer with the mouse still in my hand, and I accidentally clicked on your stream, and I don't regret it.' Fuck, umm, I don't know what to say to that. Why didn't you get some sleep before then?"

"'I don't know, I didn't even know I clicked on your stream until your voice woke me up.' M-my voice?" You were shocked. You sat on your gaming chair, gobsmacked by this situation.

'You didn't sound like a loud person. Your voice is kind of calming. I know this is my first time actually watching you, but I look forward to watching your future streams,'

Not like anyone noticed it, but your face heated up. It was a good thing that you didn't record your face. It would've been embarrassing to see yourself like this.

You then got on with your game. The sound of gunshots and footsteps filled Kenma's ears as you concentrated on the game. He admired your level of concentration as you played, not getting caught off guard or getting distracted by anything.

Kenma was enjoying himself, not like it was apparent his eyes never left the screen.

The game went on for several more rounds. Sometimes you would win, but other time you wouldn't. The number of rounds you were playing wasn't really something Kenma had kept track of.

"Well, I think that's enough for now. Sorry for being so quiet. This stream has just made my mind gone blank," you say, exiting the game. "Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it, and thanks for any donations. I'm debating streaming more than once a week. Let me know if you'd be interested in that. Anyway, I better get going. It's nearly two in the morning where I am. Night guys, talk to you again soon, too, newcomer,"

Kenma wasn't expecting you to call him out like that. It wasn't as if you knew his name. It just surprised him. Maybe this was one of the few things that Kenma would think of as fun. Every second of your stream was something he had enjoyed. He just wished he got to hear you talk more.

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reluctant-fan-girl · 3 years

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My thoughts on 139 as an Ereri shipper

Buckle up for a long read and some unpopular opinions haha. Feel free to add on/ correct me but this is only how I feel so take it with a pinch of salt, I'm not asking anyone to change how they feel because we're all feeling some feels right now and your grief is valid. I just really wanna talk about the chapter before I go back to my Yaoi ship. (Forgive my grammar errors and all I wrote this at 5am and I'll probably come back and fix the spelling and stuff later today)

Thoughts on ch 139:

Well... here we are guys. The last chapter, it's been one hell of a ride and even though I have only been a part of the community for three years I'm still sad it ended. (Not to mention it finished 4 days before my birthday but that's just an extra oof) I keep seeing a lot of Mikasa hate and even though I used to despise her this chapter really got me thinking and damn, she's definitely one of the strongest characters (second to Levi at least in terms of resolve but hey I'm biased lol) she killed the person she loved, who pushed her away time and time again, and until the very end wanted to save him yet she was the one who ended it all. I doubt I could do that if my girlfriend was doing something similar... but I guess most people are like that. I admit, when I read the chapter at work I began crying in the break room, not because the ending caught me off guard, it was about what I was expecting, but I'm still sad Eren died. All this stuff was foreshadowed through especially the last few chapters and I kind of hopped into the manga around when Zeke blew Levi up, and even then... I feel like I knew this would be how it turned out some time last year? It was mostly predictable since this story, from it's inception, has done nothing but break the shonen stereotype time and time again and this was just the kind of ending that would shatter the mould and make it worthy of that moniker. Now am I happy that Eremika is canon? Not really, in fact not at all I'm mad. Although tbh it's not that I really expected a same sex, age gap relationship to be canon in mainstream manga, but this is what fan fiction is made for right? Besides as much as this manga has challenged or straight up ignored it's very obvious what the intended ship was going to be from the start. Even still the confession at the end by Eren is honestly OOC from most of everything else he's said/done and feels forced but, 🤷🏻‍♀️ like... the ending would have been better if Eren's feelings stayed vague so we could come to our own conclusion. If I had my way I'd have Eren confessing to Levi and they'd run off to live in secret but again... that isn't how it ended and I'm accepting that even if I don't like it. (Plus I can read/write a fanfic of a 'better' ending to make myself feel better) but I'm glad I stuck around for such a bitter sweet end.

Eren's character:

Now I love Eren as much as anyone else, but I see lots of people crying "character assassination" and I feel this personally isnt true at least not completely. We're all grieving right now and I know he was so cute and lovable at the start (hell in a way he still is) but this has always been his character. He is the one who most desperately yearns for freedom because feels trapped by his fate more than anyone else. The line "I felt like I had to and I let myself get caught up in the flow" is proof he *knows* he isn't free despite his father's reassurance, and his own repetition of the phrase. There's a common phenomenon with mantras or the practice of repeating something over and over in your head, the more you say it, *the less you believe it* and IMHO Eren never really felt free from the start. He knew his fate was sealed and he probably could have, no... *should* have acted differently yet he himself couldn't change what fate had in store. He just kept moving forward for no other reason than he wanted to save Mikasa, Armin, and his people. He (may have?) sacrificed Carla, not to serve as motivation, but so that he could save Armin later on by eating the Colossal titan instead of burning to death. It must have been a heart wrenching choice to make but he cares for his friends more than anyone else. He gave them a fighting chance and his death gave the alliance a good name so the world (or the 20% left of it) would see they aren't the same as him. Of course I'm thinking, "What if he had Dina free Carla or just let her eat Bert I mean Grisha probably would have passed on the Attack titan to Eren even if Carla had lived," but Armin very well could've died in another way or things could've turned out so much worse for everyone else. But even if Eren hates his choice I think something to note here is he doesn't seem to regret it, taking some of Levi's advice with him to the grave (quite literally) Plus you guys have to remember he died at 19 years old, that is *young* and I may only be a few years older but 18-21 is a huge period of change and you wont make the best choices, he's dealing with all that on top of the memories of the other titan holders, and the founding titan which I think really messed with him more than anything. He even says he only wants to live 10 more years ;-; the poor thing deserved a full life too even if his perception of time is warped and he never got a chance to become an adult.

The aftermath:

Well, everyone seems happy for the most part which is great! The one thing that I didn't expect was for the ending to be bitter sweet rather than total annihilation. Historia really does seem... fuck it I don't know and this is the part that bugs me most is she never really got the ending she deserved and felt kinda... forgotten? It's hard to tell but I think she ended up loving her child in the end... maybe... she's smiling while holding her... right? Levi is out beyond the walls and he may be wheelchair bound and half blind but he's still alive! Now this is honestly my saving grace here I mean god imagine him surviving a literal bomb only to die such a lame and pointless death in the last chapter. My boy made it through everything though and he's still got them dad vibes with Gabi and Falco which is kinds sweet... but I still hate Gabi. I still really hate Gabi, but it's nice to see that they're all somewhat okay. (Plus okay... Eren Canonically being reborn as a bird is kinda hilarious yet fitting since he got his freedom... Parasitic Jaeger haha good one Isayama.) Who knows if the war will ever end, heck Isayama himself said this is only the begining and while the fight goes on they have a chance thanks to Eren sacrificing himself the way he did. He could've made so many other choices and I don't know what could've/would've been better. Maybe Isayama knows but time travel and altering the past opens a whole ass can of worms that is just... like the killing your grandpa paradox kinda thing and if I were writing this story I wouldn't wanna try and deal with that either, especially after writing one story for eleven years.

(LEVI LIVED MY BEST BOI LIVED WHOOOO YESS 😭😭😭 ALL I COULD ASK FOR AHHH) *cough* sorry I had some crying fan girl in me that demanded to be seen too

Anyways this was just my thoughts for now, I may eventually write more and hell I'll probably go back to sweet sweet denial myself, posting contradictions because dammit I love my ereri too much and some people have good points or some posts are just funny in general. Have a good day, stay safe, and we are all in this together <3 Thanks for reading all the way if you did! (And here's a good meme to lighten the mood too)

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