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trensu · 7 months

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Some more of stasis in darkness. you have no idea how many times i've written this scene. i discarded three or four different versions of it before i came up with this one. i feel like this version worked best for the characters. or at least i hope they feel in character.

It was the ninth night.

Steve took his usual spot before the shrine. He greeted his god as he had before but decided tonight was going to be a quiet night. He didn’t have much to say so he’d simply let his faith burn bright in his silent vigil.

Hours passed, and again the strange man didn’t show up as he had been the nights prior. This time, Steve didn’t bother putting it off. He decided to do a perimeter check. As he stood, however, a cacophony of squeaks and beating wings filled the air.

A massive colony of bats burst into the clearing. They moved shockingly fast as they neared Steve and the shrine. Steve ducked his head under his arms but let the bats come. He ignored the little Robin in his head yelling about rabies. He couldn’t risk hurting one of his god’s favored creatures.

There were so many of them, more than Steve had ever seen in his life. They flew round and round dropping altitude until they coalesced at the foot of the shrine. The din stopped as abruptly as it had started. When Steve could no longer hear a single squeak or feel wings zipping overhead, he lowered his arms. Cautiously, he lifted his head, eyes drawn immediately to the shrine to check for any damage.

Not a single bat remained. Instead, the strange man sat, cross legged, at the statue’s feet. He wore a dark cloak comprised of deep navies, bruising purples, and an inky black. Each color slowly, gracefully shifted and melted one into another, again and again before Steve’s eyes. Flecks of light littered it in familiar formations. The clasp that secured it around the man was a bright silvery white. It was shaped exactly the same as the waning moon above.

“Ta-da!” the man said, fluttering his hands in a showman’s gesture.

Steve took in the man's appearance. The ratty travel clothes, the cloak of constellations and its clasp…Steve leapt back in shock. Everything suddenly clicked into place very quickly to paint a very unflattering picture of himself. He whirled around. He couldn't face the shrine.

"Shit," Steve's voice was loud with a stunned sort of panic as he remembered the events of the past week. He paced anxiously. "Shit, shit. It was y–the whole time, you were–FUCK. How did I miss–and even if you weren't you, you were still a traveler in the night and I treated you like–I'm a fucking idiot. I'm the stupidest man alive, how–"

"Probably from getting dropped on the head so much, huh?" the man asked with that same annoyingly self-satisfied voice he'd been using every night. The annoying stranger with his annoying questions and his stupid smug tone.

Mindlessly, Steve turned on his heel to glare at the man. He jabbed an accusatory finger in his direction, frustration flaring.

"Oh, you can fuck right off, man," Steve replied reflexively. "I am having a crisis!"

A split second later, he felt his stomach drop to his feet. This wasn't just a stranger talking. He backpedaled hard.

"Oh, ohhhh no, I didn't mean that, Lord, I-I wasn't thinking."

The man exploded into raucous laughter. It shook his whole body until he doubled over from the strength of it. He continued to laugh when he toppled off the side of his perch and landed with a thunk on the ground. The man sat up, wheezing and wiping at his face, mirth clearly keeping him in a choke-hold.

"Oh, far be it for me to interrupt your crisis," the Lord of Night forced out amidst the laughter. He flapped a hand at him. "Please, continue."

The god attempted to regain composure but all that did was turn his full bellied guffaws into snorting giggles. Steve waited, his anxiety fading in the face of the god’s genuine good humor. It took another couple of minutes before the god calmed enough to pop back to his feet and climb back onto the plinth. The man made himself comfortable at the foot of his own statue as he had before.

"So how goes the crisis?" he asked mischievously.

"On hold," Steve said evenly, fighting back the start of a smile. The man said nothing but still radiated amusement. Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you really the Lord of Night?"

"The one and only!"

“And you’ve been here the whole time?”

“Yep!”

“So why didn’t you say anything? I mean, I talked to you every night! I don’t get it.” Steve paused as a thought occurred to him. “Was this a test?”

“Uh…yes? Yes.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. The god shifted in his seated position. It reminded Steve of the time Dustin shattered a jar of his most expensive hair product and tried to hide it. Dustin had squirmed guiltily under Steve’s expectant gaze until he confessed to his dastardly crime. Apparently, the method worked on gods as well.

“Okay, it started more as an attempt to get you to leave me alone,” the Lord of Night admitted.

“Oh.” It came out blankly, which Steve was grateful for, because he felt like he’d been kicked in the chest by a mule. “You don’t want me.”

Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised. This was a classic Steve problem. He tamped down the old familiar sting of rejection. Steve knew going in that this had been a possibility. It was a god’s right to reject an offering.

“I never wanted any holy warriors,” the Lord of Night corrected. “Hence the attempt to make you leave.”

Steve supposed that lessened the blow a little. It was an impersonal rejection. That was better, right?

"If you didn't want me as your holy warrior you could've just said," Steve said ruefully.

“You seemed pretty determined to come back, though.”

“Only because I thought you’d want to, like, use me for something. If you’d asked me to, I would’ve stopped bothering you. I could’ve gotten someone else who could worship you better,” Steve said, trying to keep his voice light and unaffected.

"Yeah, I really don’t think you could have,” the Lord of Night said in a strained tone.

“No, I mean it,” Steve insisted. “I told you, Robin and Dustin wanted to come along. They would make sure you’re not alone again. You would like them. They pick up on stuff faster than me. They’d be good worshipers.”

“That’s not what I meant. Your worship was, uh, it was…no, nevermind, forget that. The thing is, the more you came back the more I…”

The Lord of Night trailed off. He tugged his dark starry cloak around him tighter. When he spoke again, he seemed to have switched tracks entirely.

"Look, I don't know exactly how the holy warrior thing works, but you guys do quests for your gods, right?"

"Well, yeah, that's the whole point. We're your boots on the ground. We do acts in your service to spread your faith. Like priests but less boring."

The god snorted which made Steve grin.

"Priests are so boring," the Lord of Night agreed.

Things went quiet again. The cloak of constellations made it hard to see his god, but Steve got the impression that the Lord of Night was fidgeting. Steve remembered the conversation from a few nights before, about nervousness and not knowing what to do. Steve fell back on his social graces, his good old Harrington charm, and carefully picked something that would encourage the god to speak.

"I can't believe I didn’t see it,” Steve said, with a self-deprecating shake of his head. “Like, I know I'm not the smartest guy around but I didn't think I was that slow."

"Don't worry about it,” the god replied instantly, breaking out of his internal reverie. “That's not on you. I didn't want you to notice, so you didn't."

"Oh."

"Yep. And, it's not like I have a face to remember, so, y'know. You're good."

"I guess that does make me feel bet–wait. What do you mean you don’t have a face?” Steve squinted at the Lord of Night.

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I lost my name,” the Lord of Night said with a hint of irony. “No name, no face.”

“But I saw it,” Steve insisted.

“Did you?” the Lord of Night asked, amused. He slid off the plinth and walked up to Steve until he was only three feet away. The god lowered his hood without any flourish. “What do I look like?”

Steve squinted at him studiously. The god was pale as moonlight and had hair as dark as the night itself; as for the rest of him…it was the strangest thing. Steve knew there was a pair of eyes under a brow. There was a nose above a mouth. He knew the right features were in the right places. However, he couldn’t tell if the eyes were dark or pale. He couldn’t say whether the nose was large or small. The mouth could be thin or it could be full.

“I don’t know,” Steve relented. The Lord of Night nodded.

“Yeah, me neither.”

“Is…is that the quest? To find your name?” Steve asked, dread pooling in his belly. That quest would involve a lot of reading and…he didn’t even know. Language things? General research, for sure. None of which Steve was particularly good at.

“That’s a bit presumptuous of you,” the Lord of Night smirked. He didn't give Steve a chance to apologize. “But yeah, there’s something important that needs to be done. I’m not strong enough to do it myself and I’m running out of time to do it.”

“I can do it,” Steve responded. “I’ll do it for you, my Lord.”

“You don’t even know what the quest is,” the god said wistfully.

“But I know you wouldn’t ask me to do anything cruel or unfair.”

“You’re unbelievable,” the Lord of Night muttered under his breath. Steve didn’t think he was supposed to hear that so he kept quiet. In a louder voice, the god resumed. “Okay, are you sure you wanna do this? Be a holy warrior? Because you could be literally anything else. You told me you liked cooking during one of your prayer sessions. You could open up a restaurant! Restaurant owners don’t usually die in the line of duty or whatever.”

Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This is what Steve trained for, what he was good at, and he wanted to put those skills to use.

“You said you needed help to do something important. I want to be the one that helps you. I want to be your warrior. I can do it, I know I can. I won’t let you down.” Steve bit his lip uncertainly as a thought struck him. "If you don't think I'm worthy–"

“It’s not about worthiness!" The god cut in. "Do you know what it would mean to be my holy warrior? The weight of the night sky, with all the stars and the moon, will be on your shoulders for as long as you walk the land. I don’t know much about holy warriors but I remember this: there’s no take-backs. You can’t just quit and go off to become something else later.”

“Yes, I know. We covered this in lectures at school. It wasn’t all swordplay," Steve said impatiently. "I did think about it once I finished training and I decided if I could find a god to pledge myself to, I didn't want to be anything else. Then I found you."

“...Okay. If you're sure, then okay,” the Lord of Night said decisively. “So what do I have to do? How do I make you mine?”

“Um, I think it’s different from god to god?” Steve stuttered, heart thumping at the god’s words. “But I guess we can do our own thing? I’m pretty sure it’s the intent that matters most.”

"I can work with that." The Lord of Night gestured downward. "Kneel, kneel. I have an idea of what to say.

"Should I close my eyes or something?" Steve asked once he’d gotten to his knees.

"Nah, this is good," Lord Night said.

The god squared his shoulders and straightened his spine. Then, something miraculous happened. The Lord of Night spoke his name aloud.

“Steve Harrington.”

It was the first time his god ever said his name; it was stunning in a way Steve couldn’t begin to comprehend. A bolt of lightning down his spine. A roaring forge in his chest. A whirlwind in his lungs. It felt like all of that simultaneously, yet nothing like that at all. How could pitiful human speech hope to encompass the intensity of a god’s undivided attention; his god’s specific acknowledgement of a primitive life such as his?

Tears sprang unbidden in Steve’s eyes. He became aware how lowly and frail his own body was, and how utterly insignificant his existence was in the vastness of the stars in the sky. He curled forward, hiding his face and making himself as small as he could. He could not bear his god seeing his mortal failings and imperfections. It would invite an exquisite, holy agony Steve surely wouldn’t survive.

“Oh,” the Lord of Night breathed. “I forgot how that could feel to a human. I’ll try not to do it again.”

“No,” the word tore out of Steve’s throat without any conscious thought. “No, please. Please, my Lord.”

Steve didn’t even know what he was begging for because the singular attention of a god was agony but the thought of his god leaving him filled him with terror. He shattered, left with no purchase save his god’s words. Then there were arms around him, pulling him close, and enveloping him in constellations. Steve’s vision blurred. Great, heaving sobs overcame him as though ripped from his very soul. The Lord of Night murmured comfortingly.

“Alright, there we go,” he said softly. “I’m here, Steve. I see you in the night, every night. The stars shine for you, Steve. The moon turns its face for you. I’m with you, Steve.”

The words crashed into him with the unrelenting force of ocean waves. They swept his footing from underneath him and sent him spinning endlessly, endlessly. They lifted him upwards and sent him plummeting down until he was deep below the surface where the currents finally slowed. Surrounded by eternally burning stars, he was left weightless and suspended in an unearthly calm. The words rang in his skull with the surety and strength only a celestial being could claim.

Somewhere between an eternity and no time at all, Steve came back to himself feeling overexerted, though he hadn’t moved from where he knelt. Steve’s heart and soul had been scraped out of his chest, put between a pestle and mortar before getting unceremoniously dumped back in his weak flesh, but in a weirdly good way. His sobs subsided. His breathing came in and out slowly.

Eventually the cloak of constellations released him as well. He blinked his eyes open gradually to see his god kneeling before him at arm's length, palms resting on Steve's shoulders. Steve felt a stab of shame at having brought his god down low to a mortal's level.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Steve croaked. “Do you still–? Can I still be–?”

“No, yeah,” the Lord of Night said straight away. “That was on me. Not your fault at all. I’m out of practice interacting with mortals."

The god’s words lost the gravitas from before in a way that would've been jarring if it weren't such a relief. He finally broke his hold on Steve. He got to his feet, somewhat gracelessly.

"Let’s try that again?” the Lord of Night asked.

Steve cleared his throat. He straightened up where he knelt and kept himself still. He nodded to show he was ready.

“Steve Harrington,” the god said. This time hearing his name on his god’s lips was exhilarating but at a level a human could bear. “Do you swear to spread my values in the minds and hearts of mortals, through action and word?”

“I swear.”

“Then will you, Steve Harrington, do me the honor of being my sword and shield? Will you carry my crest through all your agonies and all your joys?”

“Yes.”

For a breathless moment, their words hung in the air, resonating through the night with finality. The Lord of Night reached out and gently traced something on Steve's forehead. Steve assumed it was his god's sigil, though neither Robin or Dustin could find any images of it so he couldn't be sure. It felt like an incomplete circle with a squiggle running through it. The god stepped back to observe him when he was done.

The stillness that followed, ironically, rattled Steve’s bones with relief and joy that it was done. His god had accepted him. Then the Lord of Night shuffled his feet in an awkward, shy manner.

“Cool,” said the Lord of Night.

The heaviness and tension brought down by the gravity of their oath ruptured with that single world, and Steve could do nothing but dissolve in helpless, giddy giggles.

#trensu tells stories #stasis in darkness #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #you know what #i'm actually pretty proud of how this scene worked out #there were parts of the other versions that i really really liked but they ultimately didn't fit the tone of the story #but i'm glad i ended up with this version #and that this scene is done #because the next scene is one i've been churning in my brain for ages but i couldn't start it without establishing how this one would go

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purpee · 2 months

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𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 ⁽ᴵ ᵈᵉᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʷ.⁾

Malleus/Reader: no pronouns used !

🏷️: pre-chapter 7! Fluff, oneshot, established relationship, crack(kinda)

🗒️: first time writing! ☺️ I love malleus as a character but I never thought of him romantically so if this comes off like that then 🙇‍♀️ please forgive me

After a long day of dealing with shenanigans by other students(mainly Ace, Deuce and Grim) what would you think be a relaxing way to end the day?

Maybe a good nights rest would benefit you after such a busy day? What if you simply took a calming walk outside of the doors of ramshackle?

Well whatever you thought about wouldn’t compare to the… confusing situation you have on your hands right now.

It started out normally..

Well, as normal as seeing a future dragon king pacing back and forth outside your dorm… again.

And because you were too awake to fall asleep, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what was possibly wrong, and besides, he’s your lover! It’s your sworn duty to help ease his worries as he does for you.

You got up from your bed, slipped on your cartoonish ‘who goes there’ type slippers and went out the door quietly.

“Horton!” You called out to him, with no response, as you got closer you called out again,

“Malleus? What’s wron…”

“…” He turned to you with a small frown on his face, Gao Gao Drakon Kun™ in his cupping hands.

“…Malleus did you break ‘him?” You asked as you got close enough to him, looking down at the tamagotchi, the screen showing a…

Oh..

“I can’t get him back.” His frown turned into a pout as he helplessly stares at the small dragon flying in the sky with angel wings on the screen, complete with an annoying beep every two seconds.

“Let me try something.” You said as you suddenly picked up the small device and pressed the A and C buttons.

“there, that’s him right?” You placed the tamagotchi back in his still cupped hands, the screen now showing a little egg instead.

“…Yes,” The man leaned in and kissed your cheek.

“Thank you.” He stated softly, though you could see the meter of his admiration peaking as he pressed a couple buttons, the smile on his face was small, yes, but it was also so genuine it was almost adorable.

“should I escort you to bed now dear? It’s quite late.” He asked as he put his pet in his pocket, now his attention was fully on you.

“Oh, uhm, yes! If you don’t have anything important tomorrow then you should stay tonight- with me, in bed- sleeping.”

“…”

“…Of course, who am I to deprive my lover of affection?” The smug expression on his face showing the amusement he’s getting from the way your cheeks were now dusted with a small blush.

“Alright then follow me this way, m’lady.” You teased slightly as you took his hand in yours.

You ended up sleeping with grim sandwiched in between the two of you.

🗒️: I’m reading a manga called “Yona of the Dawn” and I’m already 15 volumes in, I want Su-Won so bad.

and Tae-Jun. he was so pathetic but now he’s trying his best. (*´∇｀*)

ⓒpurpee

#malleus draconia #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus twst #twst diasomnia

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uninformedartist · 6 months

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So just finished watching the ep so review. Spoils ahead:

So the episode was ok to me, solid 6/10 one of the better episodes which since this was supposed to be an "extravagant" ep why does it got better quality than the main eps, idk Viv has her moments like this ep and other eps its a train wreck in writing ect.

Mammon worked on my nerves, from design to his movements, personality ALL of him was annoying, which props for an annoying Villian but its Villian I never want to see back again and he's hinted for some sort of return.

Side tangent: Mammon is like the how many-ith Villian to get a return ep/hint at one. It was 1st cherubs, then dorks, then stella/ice twink, striker/crimson now Mammon & according to the leaked storyboards a ghost guy that tries to talk IMP into off-ing themselves... its a flipping lot and cherubs & dorks seem to be forgotten dispite dorks knowing & having hard evidence they exist, flip Viv chill it with your Villian of the week cos its way too many now.

Anyway, Blitz didn't need to be in this ep besides the flashback. Ozzie got him to talk Fizz out of being Mammon's puppet but ultimately Ozzie spoke him out of it & gave him courage to quit/confront Mammon. Even Blitz being a bodyguard/killing people for Fizz could've been any imp. Blitz is starting to feel like Steven from SU, in every ep even tho the ep doesn't need him/ the episode surrounds topics a wee child shouldn't be in (i.e Lapis trauma dumping on Steven & he a child isn't really equipped to handle that situation).

My fave part of this ep was Ozzie and Fizz. Ya'll I legit prayed Viv wouldn't mess these two up and my prayers were answered. Absolutely a joy these two were. Fizz especially what a darling. Loved that small scenes with him and the deaf imp child, l dont know sign language but it looked genuine animated and was just sweet moments.

From their interactions, Fizz's panic attacks/self doubt felt & were genuine... I felt that as someone that has panic attacks from high stress on my studies/life. It was just handled well. Fizz feeling less than and needing to prove himself from 1. his past 2. his appearance, that accident affected his self image/worth so much (why I felt him forgiving Blitz was too hastily done but I digress) & 3. him doing this Mammon contest still to gain/earn Ozzie's love for him cos Fizz believes Ozzie only sticks around because of this fame Mammon gave Fizz. Ozzie finally saying what he loves about Fizz was lovely, wanted that in the 1st ep but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Their song was... I didn't like it BUT the message in it was beautiful. Lastly Fizz saying fuck you to Mammon from the courage/strength Ozzie gave him was a nice send off... also Ozzie saying he loves Fizz ah ngl that made me smile agh I just love them. I want to see them more than the Stolitz show but thats only a wish. Props Viv, you get 1 brownie point not messing this up.

Last findings, the ep was bloated as hell my soul Viv please stop cramming so much in an ep, this one is 30 mins long & yet still felt bloated. Pacing was a motherfuka damn it was bad & the swearing was jarring (its a Viv written ep I don't expect any less but still gonna point it out) and the comedy wasn't so prominent in this ep, Blitz/Mammon gave some comic relief but in the best and worst ways:

The way the VA delivered this line "to be fucked" made me laugh, the line is cringy but the delivery lol gold

Aand Blitz, my soul shut the fuck up & get out this ep. Last ep & this one he said something so agonizingly cringe I pulled my face

The world of HB is legit American hell or earth just painted red since Fizz named all these places in America just "hellified" where his fans come from.

And very last, congratulations Salem glad you got the cathartic send off you deserve from working under Viv, truly fuck you "Mammon" indeed :) also glad they credited you this time.

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss criticism #my post #can we get a moment for Salem cos heck yeah for them whoooo!!!!

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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Namjoon

A list of incredible fics I've read and re-blogged on my (almost) 2 years on here. These stories all celebrate our fave big, brainy, clumsy, sometimes annoying, always sexy Joon, check them out and give these authors some love!

The Body Through Time by @yeoldontknow. KNJ x f! reader, sexy academia AU. Angsty fic with Namjoon as a smouldering brainiac.

Goodnight Nabi by @sahmfanficbts. Get used to seeing Sam's handle in my lists because she's one of my fave writers and a lovely person to boot. KNJ x f! reader, sexy DILF mechanic Namjoon. A sexy, beautiful fic with Sam's signature hope and heart.

Pronoia by @junghelioseok. KNJ x reader, college + zombie apocalypse AU. A cracky, funny, zingy story with guest appearances from other members - including JK and Yoongi.

Booty Jorts by @miscelunaaa, who also has a good showing in my fic recs for her top notch writing and just being a great human. KNJ x f! reader - this is a smuttily delicious gem.

Shell-ter by @miscelunaaa. Hermit crab! Namjoon x marine biologist reader. I genuinely think about this grumpy (crabby?!) Namjoon all the time.

Scent of a woman by @sahmfanficbts. Leopard hybrid parfumerie boss! Namjoon x employee f! reader. There's always so much humanity in Sam's stories, and this does not disappoint.

How I love you by @ahundredtimesover. KNJ x f! reader. A 28k beautiful musing on love and marriage that's thought-provoking and sensitively written.

Seoul Redemption by @sahmfanficbts. Forger! KNJ x single mom! reader. A gorgeously realised imagining with a noir vibe and very human characters.

Park and Ride (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. KNJ x reader, idolverse. The first story I read by M, and it made me want to read so much more of her work. Sexy, fast-paced, and this Namjoon is swoonworthy.

Holding on letting go by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x gn! reader. August is queen of the short impactful drabble but her longer pieces are just as incredible. A sad, angsty, truthful, beautifully realised gem.

Cuffing Szn by @miscelunaaa. FBI agent KNJ x soft-bodied/plus-sized reader. Joon's an FBI agent, he's big and sexy, do you really need to know any more?

Reckless by @vyduan. Part of the Her multiverse. KNJ x reader, also featuring JJK x reader, idolverse. I started reading vyduan's writing when I first got into BTS fanfic, and apart from being a fucking fantastic writer, she's also an all-round good egg with a razor sharp wit. Reckless is hot and sexy and reader is gritty, strong and kickass. Namjoon is the arrogant pompous asshole of my dreams in this.

Fall apart & redefine by @ugh-yoongi. Idol KNJ x f! reader. Namjoon's music and musings give off sadboi vibes to me, and this gorgeous, angsty story captures all of that. Stunning.

On the line 1 by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x reader. I was only speaking the truth when I said August writes drabbles like no other. Short, cute and impactful.

Hey, it's me by @yoongiphoria. Exes Namjoon x reader. I remember reading this for the first time around the time Indigo came out and thinking how perfectly it captured the vibe of the album. I still love it now.

Untitled by @ahundredtimesover. An idolverse AU ft KNJ and f! reader. Musings on loss and impermanence and legacies also inspired by Indigo.

If this is all we can do by @yoongiphoria. A follow up to Hey, it's me, linked above, that made me stop skim reading and pay attention. Angsty, full of longing and just a great read.

The package thief by @blog-name-idk. KNJ x f! reader, enemies to lovers. I'm a fan of Mango's cracky humour, and it comes through in this judgy, petty and somehow also endearing Namjoon.

Shut up! by @daechwitatamic. KNJ x gn reader. I love it when a story alludes to Namjoon being annoying and I especially like how reader shuts him up. Smutty, sexy and so so good.

Envy by @whatifyoulivelikethat. KNJ x f! reader. Love this author's general DGAF vibes, and they've also written some of my favourite stories. Namjoon's gorgeously written and darkly sexy in this. So so hot.

The one with Namjoon and the u-haul by @eoieopda. KNJ x Jeon! reader. Jade's writing is sharply hilarious and this is a perfect example. A dreamy, sexy Namjoon and a lil shit JK.

Pheromones by @rmnamjoons. Spaceship captain Joon x spaceship botanist reader, sci-fi AU. The fic that introduced me to the concept of sex pollen and a sexy, sex-crazed yet somehow still chivalrous Namjoon.

Promise Me KNJ x f! reader, JJK x f! reader, military AU, by @sahmfanficbts. A beautifully written, tender love story that made me cry and reflect on my life. Sam writes emotions like no one else.

Additional notes: A few of my favourite Namjoon stories, are only on AO3, for which I've created a separate post.

#fic rec: namjoon #these authors are amazing

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xshiny · 2 months

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pick me girl...

There were new recruits in TF141, and there was one of them who was a... pick me girl... oh no-

You, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Keegan were talking about the next mission, Alejandro was doing some work with Graves. Suddenly, the pick me girl approached you guys

"Hewwo! Can you guys just show me around this huuuuge base! I'm so smol that I get lost in this base... and don't wowwe! I'm definitely one of the bois!" She said. She didn't even acknowledge you because of the fact you are a girl.

You didn't want to deal with her, but you knew that you couldn't start up a fight. Not yet. You stood back with your arms crossed as you looked down at her, waiting for one of the guys to say something.

Soap snorted loudly at her, and she took a step towards Soap, putting her hands on her hips.

"Excuse yow? Hewwo? Can I be addressed, pwease? It's vewy rude to ingowre someone, ya know...?" Soap just rolled his eyes, and she was talking in this high voice. The other soldiers chuckled. You furrow your brows in annoyance, but you let Soap and the others handle this. Not unless things get too out of hand.

Keegan, the calmest soldier you know, walked up to her and got uncomfortably close to her. She backed up a bit but still smiled.

"What's your name, doll?"

"Oh! I'm [insert name], but everyone calls me [something cutesy like "angel" or "sweetiecakes"]. I always get lost in this base bc I'm so tiny and lost... pwease can I have one of you big men to show me arouuund??"

You cringe at the way she talked, and how she introduced herself. With narrowed eyes, you think about how she included her nickname. She's so...ew. Gives you the ick. You stand a little distance away, quietly observing the situation with this pick me girl.

Keegan chuckled and said in a flirtatious tone...

"Ooh! Don't worry your little head off! I'll show you where everything is, little princess." GAGGING AT THIS

"Aww, tanks you vewy much." She smirked. The other male soldiers were like... "Uuuhh" as they watched it all. You raised your brow in question as Keegan walks past you. You shoot him a questioning glance, and he gives you a reassuring wink. Did Keegan have a plan in mind?

Keegan and her walk off to some place in this huge base, and after 5 minutes your ear piece crackles, and Keegan's voice comes up.

"Uhh... guys... she's not stopping talking. Like, literally. Not for even a second. She's making me uncomfortable."

You sighed, and responded back to your ear piece.

"Where are you?" You asked, already on the move.

"Uuh, I'm on the roof, she dragged me up here and won't stop talking." And he said it in a panicked way that showed this wasn't just a mere inconvenience, he genuinely didn't know how to cope with her. Hearing that, you picked up your pace.

"Make sure you update us on what's going on up there with that....pick me girl". Keegan sighed and nodded, and Soap rolled his eyes.

"Alright. It's a nightmare here." He said, sounding like he was genuinely distressed. You walk out onto the roof, swiveling your head, searching for Keegan. You spot him backed up on a crate while the girl was all up on him. You frown at this and approach them quietly.

"Hey new girl, think you can walk around the base by yourself now?" You said as you nearer them, crossing your arms as you stand next to her. The girl looked at you and narrowed her eyes as she backed away from Keegan. Her expression was a mix of annoyance and confusion, and she was trying to decide how she was going to deal with you.

"Excuse me? Why don't you go mind your own business."She got even closer to Keegan, and he was obviously very uncomfortable, but he tried to play it cool.

"Keegan's my friend, so technically it is my business" you hissed, leaning down to hover above her since she was shorter. She rolled her eyes and spoke in a flirty tone.

"Yeah, whatever you say, sweetie, he's mine now."She laughed, thinking her comment was hilarious. The thing was, Keegan was actually getting annoyed at how clingy she was towards him.

"Yours? Keegan belongs to no one but himself" I scoffed, narrowing your eyes at her. You started up get annoyed by how she acted. She just laughed at that. THE AUDACITY-

"Oh... I think you're jealous..." She tried being flirtatious with him, but he was obviously uncomfortable. When you got mad and said that... she got mad too. "Okay, he doesn't, yet... but I'm going to make him! He's way too hot to belong only to himself."

"Clearly Keegan is uncomfortable with you" You said, and gestured for Keegan to come by you instead. When he walks over, your arm snakes around him, pulling him in close."You see the difference? Obviously Keegan is way more comfortable with me than you- take some hints, girl" you scoffed.

Keegan looked relieved to be away from her, and the girl looked so annoyed she was turning red.

"No... no... he's just shy! I know he likes me! He's just afraid of admitting it."She pouted a little. "Also, don't touch my man! I know he likes me, so you go away."

"You better watch your mouth, little girl" you scowled, pulling Keegan in closer. She scoffed and backed away.

"Listen here sweetie, you're one to talk... I'm clearly superior to you, and everyone knows that men prefer superior women." She said in this extremely arrogant and high-horse tone... as if you weren't even able to be in the presence of her. She got up and walked a little closer to Keegan, placing her hands on her waist and said.

"Can I have my man back?" You snicker sinisterly, and look down apon her.

"He's not your boyfriend" You hugged Keegan, your hands in some suggestive areas, but you glare at her. "And I'm your superior, you need to remember that you're a recruit" She had a shocked look on her face, probably didn't expect you to get so aggressive. She got so annoyed that her tone dropped her act entirely, and she seemed furious.

"Look, he's mine, I saw him first, so stop clinging to him, he's mine now. As the superior woman, he would never stoop low enough to be with you, he's mine. And you better stay away from him."

"Such a brat with all bark but no bite..." You sneer at her, letting go of Keegan and stalked closer to the girl. "What if I happen to be girlfriend, hm? What are you gonna do now?" You said, getting all up in her face. Even though you really weren't Keegan's girlfriend, you just wanted this girl to back off from your friend.

The girl scowled at you, but she was slightly intimidated because you stood over her with an ice cold glare.

"Well... I'd just fight you to win him over. I'm stronger, better, and much prettier than you." She was trying to be a bit intimidating, but she was failing miserably. She couldn't even look you in the eyes, and she wasn't able to keep her act together since you got close to her.

"You wanna test that, dollface?" You sneer, cocking your head, cracking your knuckles. She tried to keep to her attitude, but she couldn't keep it up. She looked a little scared now that you were being so aggressive with her.

"Y-you know what, he's not even worth it... he's not even hot enough for me!" Her tone made it clear that she wasn't joking, she was actually quite jealous of you and Keegan being close, so she tried to play off her jealousy in a cool way. You stepped closer.

"You try to flirt with the male or female superiors again and you'll be out of here faster than a bullet- you understand what im saying?" You grit through your teeth, your glare piercing into her. She backed up, a little intimidated now. She was so used to flirting her way out of problems, and the men were usually too blinded to see what she was really doing. But not when you were around... she saw that you were a strong woman and couldn't use her "assets" here.

"Okayyyy, s-sorry," She said nervously, and her flirtatious tone quickly left her voice.

"Good. Now see to it" you said, standing up straight again to your full height. You turned abruptly on your heel and motioned for Keegan to follow. Keegan took his time to follow. When the girl was finally gone, he exhaled and wiped some sweat off his brow, and chuckled nervously.

"Phew... she was really, REALLY clingy, huh?"

"I thought you were better than that- to let a girl walk all over you?" You joked, nudging his arm gently. Keegan smiled a little.

"I didn't know what to do. She's relentless, I couldn't get her to leave me alone. She was too clingy, and I was getting uncomfortable." He said, and you rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back your laughter at the situation. You chuckled, shaking your head as both of you make way back to the main floor.

"I guess so... and I'm sorry I had to touch you like that back there- she had to get the hint you weren't interested in her" He shrugged and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, you had to do what you had to do to get her away from me." He laughed a little as well when he mentioned how annoying and clingy she was toward him. He was glad you pulled him away.

#cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan ghosts #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan russ #keegan russ x you #cod fanfic #pick me girls are so...

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beplerblurbs · 1 year

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hello ! may i rq some head-cannons for ricky and gunwook with a flirty reader ?

reactions to a flirty y/n

pairings: VERY SHY BOYS !! ricky x gn!reader, gunwook x gn!reader, keita x gn!reader, gyuvin x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!!!! suggestive in keitas, slightest suggestiveness in rickys

warnings: you drink in keitas, implying sexual activities in keitas??

w/c: 2k

authors note: hiiiii anon thanks for the first request i'll try hard to give what u asked for! i like doing these reactions in sets of four so i'll add keita and gyuvin :P its a little rushed so forgive me

ricky

it was korean thanksgiving and everyone had gone home. yet you and ricky being the only international trainees of your dorm, decided just to spend it together.

theres already been some tension during group practice, but nothing had been established. today you wanted to test the limits since it was just you two for a long weekend.

“okay everythings ready. we can start topping!” ricky cheered. you guys decided to do a pizza making competition, better tasting pizza wins, loser has to do something of the winners choice.

you guys start rolling out the dough and flattening it. both of you saucing your flat doughs at an equal pace. the similar pace had caused a conflict with the cheese though, you both grabbed it at the same time. your hand over his, but no one moving.

“you’re moving so quick, its not a timed competition,” ricky tried to be strong, but on the inside he was melting at your touch.

“mmm you should slow down too, your hand is really warm.” your sultry voice halted rickys brain function, it was enough for you to move his hand and take some extra cheese for your pizza.

he regained his composure and tried catching up to you because you were taking more toppings.

throughout, you kept knocking ur hip into ricky’s to distract him. he was playing along too, not without showing his blushing red ears.

“stop~ you’re so annoying y/n,” ricky grumbled, he was trying to put on his final details on his pizza but you kept tickling his sides softly. you were already done your pizza waiting for him to finish to put both in the oven together.

“okay…” you pout and turn to the counter sink, starting to wash some dishes. you knew he was joking but wanted to tease him a bit by acting upset.

“okay okay! i’m sorry, don’t be mad!” you felt ricky’s arms wrap around your waist, and the weight of his head on your shoulder, “get your saucy hands off me! freak,” you laugh and turn around, thankfully you had an apron on to stay clean. you both loved playful moments like these.

“i didn’t know you were so clingy,” you smile and poke his shoulder, “am i?” he genuinely asks, hoping your tone would indicate if his personality was a good thing or bad thing, “yeah but its cute so it’s okay… hurry! our pizzas need to be cooked!”

even though rickys ears are streaming from redness, he turns to quickly finish his pizza and you help each other put the pizzas in the preheated oven to cook.

once they’re done, you bring them out onto cutting boards, to cut and serve from the board since you guys were too lazy to plate it. your secret ingredient was brushing on some sweet and sour sauce on top of the pizza (a/n: its a really good dipping sauce u should try it).

ricky cuts up the pizzas and you both take a bite of your own pizza and then each others. by the time you’re half done your slice from ricky, he’s already finished two slices, relishing in your yummy cooking.

hes a talkative person but now that he knows he’s lost he can’t admit to anything. so you help him out, testing the upper limits of your guys’ relationship.

you come close to his body and lean over to whisper in his ear, “i really like you, ricky,” you can feel him tremble, gripping the counter, “but my pizza is way better.” you pull away, smirking knowing you’ve successfully broken him.

“god, you’re gonna kill me y/n.”

gunwook

"no, i swear he did it like this!"

"that doesn't make any sense though," you sigh, gunwook seems timid.

you were an established idol with 2 years of experience already. gunwook though? he was newly debuted and his manager said it would help solidify his reputation as an idol dancer.

right now, you guys were arguing between which move was correct to the original choreography video, your interpretation or his. its not exactly clear due to the low quality of the video, but the choreographer said he would come soon to help out anyways.

both you and gunwook were being stubborn about what you saw.

“i need a water break,” you walk to the back of the studio to get your waterbottle, gunwook does too.

you sit down on the bench nearby, gesturing gunwook to sit with you. he seemed afraid to go against a senior but didn’t want to stray from the choreo of an even more astonished kpop choreographer.

“look, i get it, you don’t wanna seem rude to me or our sunbae. so i’ll let you have the chance to fully explain why you think you’re right,” you close off your waterbottle and let him have the floor to talk.

he goes into detail about why his version makes the most sense and how well it relates to the story the choreographer is trying to portray. he gets up to show the dance move in slow motion

gunwook was both well-mannered and detailed, leaving no room for rebuttal. “wow, its like you’ve been on a debate team.”

“i have! we always won province championshi— thats not the point anyways y/n, do you see where im coming from?” he looks over his shoulder.

gunwook did have a fair point, he was also became more cute in your eyes. his passion for dance, his nerdy tendencies and his kindness kindled a warm flame in your heart. his attractiveness helped even more.

you stood up and walked up to gunwook, “okay, i’ll do it your way.” you leaned in closer to, his boba eyes widened as your face was mere inches away from his, his eys tracing down to your lips, “you’re lucky you’re cute y’know?” you know you’ve weakened him and let him go with a small smile.

“okay, let’s continue with practice,” your nonchalant manner caught gunwook off caught but he caught up to your pace when you played the music.

you adjusted to gunwooks moveafter practicing for about 30 minutes, and in the middle of cleaning the moves the choreographer came in.

you both bowed and dove straight into questions about the choreography.

“sir, gunwook and i were debating on this one 4-count, can you tell us which one in correct?” his simple nod led you to play the music and both you and gunwook show your two versions.

“wow, as per usual, y/n is correct. they’re very keen on the details and always on top of things.” the reassurance settled the debate between you two.

“ahh and gunwook convinced me i was wrong now we have to practice with my version.” you sigh and walked closer to gunwook, your presence seemed to be his weakspot, “maybe i shouldn’t let him off the hook very easily.”

the bright blush that gunwook’s cheeks grew was unavoidable. he couldn’t debate this one, he just accepted he was wrong. he found you really captivating and as a sunbae he had nothing but respect and attraction for you.

after practice, gunwook stopped you before you left with a snack from the vending machine in the building. “thank you for practice today y/n, i hope we can get closer m-maybe?” his nervousness at the end made him even more cute. he was whipped for you and no one could stop him.

“of course.” you smiled, taking the snack.

keita

keita was in the zone lyric writing for some upcoming collabs. he was an underground rapper and was seeking some inspiration, rather than being inside a cramped studio all day, he went to a pub.

it was moderately busy for a thursday night but keita was able to focus well. that was, until a bartender put a beer and some fries in front of him.

keita had already finished his drink but he never ordered another one. “oh sorry, i didn’t order this,” he tilted his head and pushed back the fries back to the bartender.

“sir, the pretty person there bought you this.” keita turns around to, well, you, a stunning person.

your attractive looks and sultry gaze as you stirred your own drink made keita blush and suddenly his hands felt clammy. he turns around to hide in embarrassment.

you frankly, find him endearing for it. you grab your drink and sit next to him at the bar. “hi handsome, got a name?”

keita tries to laugh off his nervousness, he didn’t want to ruin his chances by being weird, “keita, and yours is?” he tilts his head, “y/n.”

you end up asking about his notebook with lyrics and why he came out tonight and he answers with honesty.

“oh, for inspiration huh,” you say curiously, “maybe you’ll rap about me,” you giggle leaning in close, “you should memorize my face for better writing.”

you were coming on strong and keita couldnt handle his nerves, he wanted to show he could be strong too. he chugs his beer for some liquid encouragement, “don’t worry beautiful of course i will.”

your smile became bigger, not for the reason keita thought though. you took your thumb and wiped away the beer foam on his upper lip. he froze.

“sorry, you had a little something there cutie,” you lick off the remains off your finger.

keita grew even more red, not because of his asian glow but out of your bold flirting, he was loving the attention.

“you okay? nothing to be embarrassed about,” you say sipping your drink, “no you’re just so hot…” keita couldn’t believe how bold he was being now.

“maybe we can get out of here and see where this goes? how does that sound keita?” the way you said his name came out so seductive he couldn’t say no.

you took his hand and led him out the door, leaving the drinks and fries unfinished.

gyuvin

being a barista in a cafe near the han river was gruelling work because of how busy it gets during weekends and afterhours.

the nice part was always the empty hours, usually morning weekdays, this is usually when retired folks or people living near the river on their morning runs. this is where you can take things a bit more slow.

while cleaning a counter you saw a tall young guy with brown fluffy hair come in, particularly with a cute dog. “awww whats their name?” you tippy toe to get a better look at the dog from over the counter, “eumppappa!” the dog owner said excitedly.

getting a better look at the boy you realised he was really cute and you wanted to shoot your shot. but with the cameras on and your manager having a surveillance obsession, you couldn’t be too obvious.

the boy tapped his chin before making a decision, “uhm~ i’ll do a ice caramel latte.” you punched it into the register and grabbed a cup, “name?” and he told you.

“gyuvin… such a cute name,” your mumbling was loud enough to where you saw the tips of gyuvins ears get red.

he waited for his drink, sitting and scrolling on his phone. oblivious to his opportunities to talk to you while the cafe was empty. so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“order for gyuvin!” you said loudly, he grabs a tissue before taking his coffee but you stop him, “oh i got a tissue for you,”

“oh thanks but its okay,”

“just take the extra then,” you take his hand and put the tissue in it.

he could see the black ink that spelled out your phone number. he looked puzzled,

“ma’am, someones number is on it.”

“yes its mine”

“oh what? why?”

“it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

“no, why would someone give a stranger their num—“

“its because you’re cute and i wanna talk to you! just take it!” he was frustrating and embarrassing you at this point. gyuvin couldn’t be this oblivious, right?

“ohhh… you could’ve just told me. i think you’re cute too,”

nope, you were wrong, he was that oblivious.

“thank you but if my manager catches us, i’m screwed, go… go!” gyuvin wasnt catching the hint at first but then scrambled out with his dog.

later that night, he texted you and apologized for causing you trouble and you couldn’t help but laugh at his cute texting style and his apology

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doomsdaybby · 2 years

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picture perfect | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: You noticed Eddie had been stressed lately, more so than usual. So you decided to give him a little keepsake to cheer him up. And shove his dick down your throat, of course.

content/warnings: developing relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), messy blowjob, throat fucking, swearing, subby whiny pathetic needy eddie.

word count: 2.5k

Please be mindful of the fact that I don’t proofread my work before posting, so please be forgiving of any mistakes! <3

If you like this then let me know! Comments and reblogs are always encouraged! it’s nice to know when someone has enjoyed your work! <3

TAKES PLACE RIGHT BEFORE ST4, NO SPOILERS

pt.2 can be found here

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“Goddamnit” Eddie ducks his head under the doorway of the truck, metal frame bouncing under the ferocity in which he dropped into the driver's seat, the loud and sudden slam of the door making you jump. A large huff of a sigh, stomach folding in on itself as the air rushed from his lungs.

His hands ran to his hair in an exasperated grip, leaning his head back against the seat, eyes scrunched closed. Finally some peace, he thought.

“Rough day?” you asked genuinely, a loving soft hand caressing his jean-covered thigh closest to you just above the knee. His palm skated over the back of it, tracing his painted black fingertips over the grooves of tendons before lacing them between your own, holding you there and giving you a gentle squeeze in reassurance.

His touch is like fire over yours.

“Rough day, rough week. Hell, rough month whilst we’re at it” Eddie murmured, the furrow of his brow creating a series of deep lines along his forehead. You counted them, a sudden urge to kiss every single one away.

He sat there silently in a sulk; his free hand now cupping his chin, elbow resting against the door, plush bottom lip stuck out baby-like.

God that fucking pouty face.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed, Eds” you tell him sweetly, flicking his bottom lip as he stared out of the window absentmindedly. He tried to swat your hand away, becoming visibly even more exasperated when he missed, causing you to giggle at his failure.

He looks pretty like this - illuminated by the cast of a warm orange glow from the streetlight outside, his pink cheeks deepening in rouge the more annoyed he becomes. Eddie glances at you, big brown eyes still twinkling despite his mood just like every other time he looked at you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, sitting up and leaning a little closer to him, twirling a strand of his hair around your index finger. You smell of strawberry shampoo, the scent enough to coax him into relaxing his shoulders. Another squeeze of your hand and he shifted his chin, frizzy hair bouncing gently when he shook his head.

You knew for a fact that he was stressed with school, having only two months left before graduation. He was failing most of his classes - despite your excellent tutoring sessions - and the weight of the pressure on his shoulders really started to show.

“I have a present for you,” you shifted back and to the side, trying to face him as best you could with a leg bent over the top of the passenger seat. Eddie eyed you curiously, a small frown ghosting his complexion when you withdrew your hand from him, fumbling through your purse instead.

His ears scorched through anticipation, nose scrunching inquisitively as he stretched his neck in an attempt to peer into your purse. Finally you found them, fanning out three polaroid pictures in your fingers, stretching them out to him.

Eddie quickly sat forward in his seat as he accepted the gift, hunching over so he could survey the photos.

The first; a washed out perfect square capture of your chest, the devil on Eddie’s hellfire shirt scrunched up as you had hiked it up under an open palm that fanned out just under your neck, revealing your bare perky left breast.

His breathing quickened, you noted, a fast pace but much shallower than before. His thumb pad smoothed over the snapshot of your bosom.

The glossy material slicked over one another as he flipped it over, his jeans tightening.

The second; a quintessential shot of your bare peachy ass, fingers gripping the curve where a cheek meets the back of your thigh in a gentle spread. Your fingernails were painted an innocent baby pink. How ironic, he thought.

Eddie’s bottom lip raked between his teeth, paired with a long deep exhale through the nose. You grinned, excitement bubbling in your stomach and thighs rubbing together in response.

The third; legs spread wide, two glistening wet holes on show, two middle fingers buried in your dripping heat. The gloss of your arousal stuck to the inside of your thighs. Just for him.

He licked his lips.

None showed your face, but Eddie felt like the anonymity added to the sexiness, a cherry on top of a perfectly iced cake. He wasn’t sure which one he loved the most, hell could he even choose a favourite?

You watch intently as his eyes scan the three polaroids over and over again, shuffling through them like a stacked deck of cards. The seconds dragged out into an eternity, the longer Eddie stayed silent the harder your heart pounded in your ears.

“It’s okay if you don’t like them,” you finally spoke, a crack in your voice at the very end, leaning over in an attempt to steal the photos back. Eddie leaned impossibly away from you, shoulder smushing against the cool glass; like a toddler who wouldn’t share his toys.

“Hey lady! Do you mind? I’m admiring the artwork here” his face softened, but his glossy eyes stared back at you with a burning intensity you only had the pleasure of witnessing a few times before. You knew what that look meant.

You weren’t really full of surprises, Eddie was the one who would leave you starstruck and outpour every last drop of love onto you until it was suffocating.

But the look on his face; the way his saliva-soaked pink lips glimmered, his skin glittering soft under the amber glow, large coquettish eyes that sparkled midnight black glancing between you and the photos with so much adoration - you were determined to spring little surprises on him more often.

“You okay there, lover boy?” you admired his smirk, smile lines rippling exquisitely over his cheeks that shone beet-red. He nodded keenly, eyebrows knotting as he leaned away from you again, shifting his hips so he could nudge the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.

“Just- uhhh… you know” he gestured south, and you chuckled knowingly. Though his smile faded as his mouth dropped as if to say something, the dip of your fingers to rest over his ‘predicament’ silencing him immediately.

“Want me to take care of you? Huh, baby?” you whispered, inching closer to his face enough to feel the hot rush of his stammering breaths cross your nose. He swallowed harshly, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, choking on a half moan once you leaned forward on your palm to squeeze his clothed shaft.

His cock throbbed beneath your fingers, aching to twitch but too constricted to do so. “Look at what i’ve done to you…” you pouted sympathetically, and from this angle Eddie could see the clear split of your ruby red lips and the glossy faultless pink.

Your other hand brushing strands of hair from his face, index finger gliding gently along his cheekbone and down to his jawline. He shivered beneath your touch, a reaction that had your cheeks tingling and panties pooling.

Eddie whimpered a shaky exhale, rolling his hips a fraction to grant the contact he so desperately wanted. Never did his eyes break from your face - darting from your own heavy gaze that bore straight through him, to your red lipstick coated lips that pursed so goddamn enticingly - it made him gloriously sick.

“Can I-“ he sucked in a breath as you skimmed over the tip, “Can I kiss you?”. You studied his face, acting as if you were really thinking about your answer, enjoying how he squirmed without patience.

You granted him his wish, a dull sting of empathy washing over the back of your neck. Just put the poor boy out of his misery, will you? The thought ticked over in your mind as your lips brushed against his, careful to pull back when he tried to fully close the gap. His misery was all part of the fun.

The veins in the backs of his hands protruded clear blue and purple, one bunching the hem of your dress up so tight you were afraid he would rip it off, the other squeezing pleadingly over the bent elbow of the arm that had him squirming beneath you.

His grip became bruising, begging silently to please just fucking kiss him. Of course you did eventually, the throaty hum of a moan that rippled behind his closed lips was a reward enough for making him wait.

Your brain fogs, enveloped by the smell of his cheap cologne and age-old burnt out cigarettes that encapsulated his truck. “So fucking needy,” you mumble against his lips, muddling with the button of his jeans, and he’s nodding along with you.

He mewls deliciously when your fingers caress the bare shaft of his cock, the contact sharp and icy compared to the raging inferno that screamed beneath his clothes. The plump pillows of his lips press to yours again, sloppy and uncoordinated as strings of ‘please’s’ drip from his tongue.

“Please” you copied him mockingly through a roll of your eyes, a flash of a grin painting his pretty face, pulling back enough to spit in your hand as he watched. His eyes trained on your face alone, just as you taught him, you had a front row seat to witness the way they rolled back in his head as your spit soaked palm coated him neatly.

“Fuck…feels good, baby” he groaned, neck crooking to the side so he could lean his head against the seat. “I know” you agreed, in two minds as you tried to focus on the pumping of your wrist, distracted by the snaking of his palm under your dress.

You were quick to swat him away to your own dismay, scolding him in the aftermath. “Hands to your fucking self” you warned, strings of cursing cascading through your head as you wanted to be touched right now. But he couldn’t have the satisfaction, not yet.

“Yes, ma’am” he gushed, a smile so bright and beautiful you wanted to smack him silly. So without the option to pleasure you, his arms stretched up so he could grab onto the headrest, and holy fucking shit he looked so good like that.

With this leverage, he could rotate and rock his hips with a smoother rhythm. A disgusting provocative show that had your mouth watering and pussy yowling. “Eddie, my love, you are so fucking gorgeous” you stuttered and choked, control faultering in the midst of his gyrating.

His eyes fluttered closed, bottom lip captured between his teeth again, soft chants of your name moaned and groaned on repeat, pumping himself through your enclosed fist as your own movements stilled as a result of his hypnotizing performance.

That little shit knew exactly what he was doing.

Shaking your head, returning to your senses and clocking on to what that stupid pea-brain was trying to do, you regained the ball to your court in the best way you knew how.

“Holy-!” he couldn’t finish the sentence, a strangled cry following instead as your lips enclosed around the weeping tip of his cock. He was salty on your tongue that circled around him, pre cum dribbling past his slit.

Your heart ached in your chest upon realisation that you couldn’t peer up to witness his face tug and constrict through the pleasure of it all, your own imagination having to make do.

He peered down at you through thick dark lashes, slack jawed and lips parted, his pink tongue swiping over the top of his teeth. The rose tinge of his cheeks spread to the tips of his ears and the centre of his chest, pleasure sparking up into his abdomen and rushing up his spin like a firework.

His fingers are quick to burrow into the roots of your hair, grounding himself there to successfully guide your head up and down. Blood rushed in your ears, enclosing your fist around the bottom of his shaft where you refused to reach just yet.

Whimpers bubble in this throat, a whisper of a curse and a gasp of your name amongst the methodical flick of your tongue and suck of your cheeks. The sound alone was enough to send him hurtling towards orgasm, saliva dribbling down over his balls to settle on the leather seat between his legs.

His hips involuntarily bucked when you bobbed your head down further, tip of his dick probing the back of your throat, eliciting a sharp gag. “That’s it, honey” he praised, and you allowed him to force your head down further, another stomach splitting choke as your throat squeezed around him.

He smeared spit strings across your face, running mascara stinging your eyes and lipstick staining your complexion. Another forceful gag and he was laughing. “Gonna cum in your throat, baby, right down that pretty little throat”.

You surrendered control then - too dumbfounded by the sweet sweet noises he whimpered every time the cushion of your lips met the haired base of his cock. Eventually, he forced your head down fully, stilling it there under the weight of his forearm, and snapped his hips up into you so your nose buried into his thick hairs, soft skin cutting off your last supply of air.

The sounds were completely porangraphic; scandalous and stomach churning. He pulled out merely an inch, before burying himself up into you in a way so you couldn’t catch your breath.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Eddie sneered through gritted teeth, relentlessly driving his hips up into you, his cock twitching and swelling in your throat as his orgasm crested, walls clenching around him.

You moaned as best you could under the brutality of the throat-fucking, and the extra tickle of vibration was the breaking point. A wrecked, shattered sob claws out of his throat, the call of your name breaking in his voice.

The light from the street lamp wallowed into a shimmering haze as tears streamed down your face, dampening the material of Eddie’s jeans. He slowed eventually, saddened by the fact that you couldn’t even taste him, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat.

He steadied himself and you had to push him off. He released your head willingly, swallowing over his seed and allowing a ragged inhale of breaths to finally fill your lungs.

Eddie silently scolded you for not bringing your polaroid, as he would add this snapshot to his building collection: face too overwhelmed by the smeared streaks of black and red, eyes wide and irritated, lips so heavenly plush and cock-bruised, hair wild and dishevelled from his pathetic grasping.

Shame. He would just have to make you choke on him again.

“My place or yours?” he finally split the silence once both of your breathing patterns returned to normal, offering you his handkerchief from his back pocket to clean up.

“Backseat?” you proposed, pulling his keen hand up under your dress, revealing your naked pussy that was just dripping for him. You had been patient enough lasting through that unholy display.

“Holy shit, I fucking love you”.

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this was almost a steve fic, lmao. it started out with steve but then I pictured eddie forcing his dick down your throat and I couldn’t help but change it.

steve next?

#eddie my love #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn #stranger things 4

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keigo-takamis-no-1-simp · 13 days

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: Ａｉｌｍｅｎｔｓ

TW/CW: Flashbacks, hints of abuse/neglect

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Keigo meets your annoying sister, and you find out the hard way you stayed outside WAY too long... luckily, you have someone to take care of you.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2162

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

“What? Can’t I come visit my own sister?” She balks, throwing a hand over her chest in a motion of false offense. “Atsuki told me what happened- I gotta say, it’s about time he dumped your petty ass.”

She steps in further, a low whistle coming from her lips. “Ah- so you’re trying the whole ‘gold digger’ vibe. Gotta say, I’m not too surprised.” She chuckles, striding towards you. She holds out her left hand, an expensive and familiar looking ring on her finger.

“I’ll be getting married with him soon- Didn’t think you’d have good taste, but you can definitely be full of surprises! Oh! And Juni says you need to pay this month’s rent and get your shit off the curb.” She has that same grin that you’ve always hated- smug, snobbish, and entitled.

“Is this your-” Keigo starts, annoyance and confusion visible on his face.

“God, you haven’t even told him about me!” She scoffs, shaking her head. “I’m her sister. Younger but better. Anyway, I should get back. I’ll send you details for the wedding- can’t wait to see you there!” And with that… she takes her leave. Purposefully brushing past Keigo and giving him one of her flirty grins.

Though, she suddenly slips, and Keigo steps back, letting her fall. “Oh, damn… I guess I forgot to clean up the water. My bad,” He’s barely hiding a smirk, and you find yourself covering your mouth with your hand to conceal your own.

You hadn’t smiled in years, and yet you met him… and you’ve smiled two or three times tonight alone.

She huffs, getting up and storming out. He glances over at you.. And you let out a genuine, hearty laugh. For a brief second, shock flickers over his expression. “Sorry, sorry- I’ve never seen someone treat her like that.” You wheeze, catching your breath. He can’t help but chuckle too, shutting and locking the front door.

“Well, what can I say? She was annoying, and I don’t do too well with those kinds of people. Just don’t have the patience, I guess?” He gives an overexaggerated sigh, before chuckling with you. “You had to grow up with that?”

You sigh lightly, the smile slowly sliding off your lips. Back to the more blank slate expression- one you found you easily fell into. “Yeah. She’s always been like that too.” You shrug. His wings bristle slightly as he returns to his spot across from you.

“Family sucks.” He dips his head in agreement- though there’s a small noise in the back of his throat again.

“I’ll start looking into jobs tomorrow, and I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as possible. You’re busy, so- I think until I have something down, I can contribute in the sense of, uh- well, cooking and cleaning, if you’re ok with that.” You offer. You don’t want to intrude into his space without giving something in return- that would be selfish.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that-” He waves a hand lightly, but you tilt your head slightly.

“... please..? It’s the least I can do as a sort of ‘thank you’,” Your words seem to give him pause- he looks at you with an unreadable, yet neutral expression. After a few moments, he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Alright, fine. Home-cooked meals are better anyway, and I’m not really picky with what I don’t like.” He gives you that stupid lop-sided smile again. “And.. don’t worry about ‘staying out of my way’. I like having you around.”

He reminds you of the heartthrob character you see in those damn anime shows you watch. Except- this one is very real, and sitting only a few paces away.

“You like chicken, that’s for sure,” You tease, your face flushing slightly as you brush past his words- he just smiles a little more, chuckling and shaking his head again.

“Kid, you’re something else.” He pauses, taking a sip of his tea. “But, you’re my kinda somethin’ else.” His eyes trail to the stovetop.

“It’s pretty late, and you gotta be exhausted. I’m gonna be up for a bit, finishing some paperwork from… ah- last week? I seriously need to stay on top of that stuff-” This time, an awkward laugh falls from his lips.

You blink, watching as his blonde locks fall just right to frame his face. He takes another sip. “My office is the room to the right of the kitchen-” he gestures with his cup, and your eyes follow. Not too hard to remember- even though you’re certain you’ll get lost here more than once.

“- so if you need anything, I’ll be there.” He sets down his cup, before stretching. His wings spread out behind him, flexing in an almost dominant fashion. Your eyes widen- they are huge when fully extended. Pictures don’t do them justice.

“Thank you, Keigo. For all of this- if there’s anything I can do to help around here, just ask.” You finish your tea, and he carefully takes the empty cup from you.

For a brief moment, electricity courses across your fingers as they brush against his. It’s not an uncomfortable sensation, but- a new one nonetheless.

He says nothing about it. It’s possible he didn’t even notice. “Now, go get some sleep.” He chuckles, gesturing with his head to the guest room.

“Yes sir,” You tease, careful not to jump down off the stool and hurt your feet. As you pad into your temporary bedroom, you miss the soft expression of concern and curiosity that follows your frame.

You crawl into the massive bed, finding that you were right- the sheets were silk. They were comfortable, for sure. Though… as you began to wind down for the night, a few of those pesky little thoughts began to creep in.

You’re encroaching on this man’s space. He’s been nothing but kind, but was it genuine? He was definitely the type of person to be kind even if it was inconvenient- but that was a front. You could see through it, and that little interaction with Megumi was all the confirmation you needed.

So was it out of pity, or something else? You were nothing special, something that could be replaced by just about anything.

Your body was tainted, your memories spotty at best- you’re a total fucking trainwreck. Yet, he was being kind. There has to be a reason- a motive. What did he want?

You stare up at the ceiling. There’s no way in hell he could just want you around because of your ‘charming personality’. You didn’t like to be touched, you got random stupid migraines that made no damn sense, you were the human equivalent to a opossum or raccoon- and your emotions are so fucked you rarely laugh or smile and you can’t even cry.

You’re nothing in comparison to him. In comparison to literally everyone else.

Your chest feels tight- but you simply sit up, ignoring it. The closest thing you got to crying was the feeling of a lump in your throat, and your face heating up. Maybe you were sick- maybe that’s why no one ever stayed.

You cough, an unfamiliar itchiness in the back of your throat making itself known. You huff running your hand down your face before resting your elbows on your knees. Of course, you’re probably physically sick too.

Just another way to burden him.

You shake your head, pursing your lips. You felt colder than usual, but you literally felt a breeze. The AC was more than likely on. You’re fine- you’re always fine. Just… take what you’re given.

Don’t ask for more, because you’ll lose everything the second you try.

As your eyes finally start to flutter closed, you wrap yourself in the blankets. Maybe you could actually sleep for once… though, considering this was essentially a strangers house, you somehow doubted it.

You definitely wouldn’t bother him with something as petty as the temperature. You curl up on your side under the blankets, ignoring just how much you’re shivering as best you can.

After god knows how long- you fall into an uneasy slumber.

Keigo, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on the documents in front of him. You were such a kind soul, but you’d clearly been through hell and back. No one despised touch that much and didn’t have some sort of trauma associated with it.

On top of that- your emotions were hardly present on your face. It was all in your eyes. A smile tugged at his lips. Though- he’d gotten a small smile out of you, and even made you laugh. Both were heavenly.

He exhales softly, messing with his hair a bit as he thinks. Leaning away from the documents, his mind trails back to that date from earlier… and how different your demeanor was when you showed up on his front door. You seemed more… put together, in a sense, before he left.

Her boyfriend broke up with her, on their anniversary. How shitty is that? Yet, she hadn’t cried. It reminds him of a girl he met when he was younger, but- there’s no way it could be the same person.

She’d been proclaimed dead by the officials at the age of 8.

He groans, shoving himself away from the desk. Yeah- he isn’t gonna get jack shit done tonight at this rate. His wings involuntarily flap in annoyance.

Stepping out of his office- a new scent slams into him like a semi into a deer on a highway.

Cortisol- and something else. His brows furrow and he frowns, slowly creeping towards the guest bedroom where you slept. It only got stronger the closer he got… what was going on? Were you hurt somewhere else? Were you afraid of something?

His mind starts to race with possibilities- and when your scratchy voice breaks through the silence, it clicks together. That sickly sweet smell- it was literal. You were sick- that explains the odd scratchiness in your voice earlier.

You’re pressing your face into the silk pillow, shifting every so often. Soft mumbles fall from your lips, but with his enhanced hearing, he’s able to make out bits and pieces.

“... ‘s ok, ‘m ok… ‘m used to it…” His brows furrow more, concern washing over his body in a wave of pure ice. Used… to what..?

“... ‘ll be good-” You jerk a little, before your eyes flutter open. You don’t seem to realize he’s in the room- instead, you simply curl up, making yourself as small as possible. He can’t keep the stupid trilling noise from coming out- it’s an involuntary trait.

You twitch, eyes shooting open. “Juni…” You mumble, backing up into the bed. Do… do you think he’s your ex?

“No, Dove…” He finds the nickname tumbling off of his lips before he can even think about it. “... it’s Keigo.”

You take a moment, before relaxing a bit. “... Kei…go…” You murmur, letting your body relax back into the pillows. “... ‘s cold..?” It comes out as more of a question than anything, and he blinks. It’s 75 in here- how are you cold?

He slowly approaches, ensuring you can see where he is at all times- never making a sudden move. He doesn’t want to make you panic. It almost feels similar to dealing with a wild animal, oddly enough. One wrong move- and it could go to shit.

“I need to know if you have a temp, Angel- can I touch your forehead?” He murmurs, sitting on your bedside. You don’t answer for a few moments, before shaking your head.

“... n-no… no touching… please…” There’s a sense of panic to your words that has him gently shushing you.

“Alright, it��s ok, pretty girl- no touching. I promise. Can I get a thermometer?” He needs to do something to help- he can’t just stand by and do nothing. You nod a little this time, and he exhales in relief.

Using one of his feathers, he quickly retrieves one from his medicine cabinet. As soon as it’s in his hand, he gently holds it up to your mouth. “Open, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you obey. You were… honestly so damn sweet. How could anyone want to hurt you like your ex so obviously did?

It beeps, and… unsurprisingly, you’re running a rather high fever. He purses his lips, and he’s pulling out his phone when you speak again.

“... ‘m sorry… ‘s a lot, an’... thank you for checking on me…” You murmur, head shifting once more. You’re burning up, he doesn’t even need to touch you to be able to tell.

“It’s ok… I’m just glad you’re here and not in some hotel room. We’ll getcha taken care of, yeah?” He coos softly, resisting the urge to brush your hair from your face. Thankfully, he knows someone that can help. He pulls out his phone, quickly dialing a familiar number.

“Hey, Shouta..? I got a favor to ask..”

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f1-disaster-bi · 1 year

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Roy/Jaime fic idea: Jaime is super late to training one morning and everyone is annoyed because a huge game is coming up. Everyone is already out on the pitch when Jaime finally appears, but all anger goes out the window when he emerges from the tunnel still dressed in his street clothes, with a tiny little bundle cradled in his arms. Tartt Sr. had shown up just as Jaime was about to head in, unceremoniously presenting Jaime with his new baby sibling, paperwork signing over custody, and a hospital bag of baby essentials before he fucked off back to Manchester without a glance back. Needless to say training is cancelled that day, as everyone basically falls over themselves to help Jaime and the new little Tartt, especially Roy who falls into the role of protector and partner in the span of a breath.

Anon, I love you for this. I'm absolutely I'm love with this idea.

I have so many thoughts and emotions about it but for now....please have this little drabble I wrote about it (and that @f1-birb is trying to make me write a fic for)

"Is that Jamie?" "Fuckin finally man" "Wait...whys he dressed normal like?" Roy growls, turning away from where he was leading the second team through a drill to look towards the tunnel and sure enough, Jamie is there at the opening. He's dressed in street clothes, but that's not what catches Roy's attention. No. Jamie is holding what looks like something small and swaddled and Roy is moving in an instant. As he gets closer, out pacing Ted and Beard despite his knee, he can hear Ted calling for him to stop but Roy doesn't. He doesn't stop until he's standing in front of a very tense, very distraught and confused looking Jamie who can't tear his eyes off the baby in his arms that can't be more than a week old. "Tartt, oi, Jamie", Roy calls softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping baby, "where'd'ya get the kid? Is it...." "Is not mine...well he is, but he isn't", Jamie stutters, eyebrows pinched together, "Me dad, yeah? Showed up at me 'ouse and he...he had this babeh and he just left 'im to me. Says he's my brother and just leaves. Left me some papers, legally he's mine, but Coach...Roy....I can't" Jamie is on the verge of a panic attack, his distressed making the baby in his arms start to wake and Roy can hear the team murmuring behind him. "Jamie", Roy drops his voice low, knowing it'll catch Jamie's attention as he gently grabs the back of Jamie's neck, "breath" The touch has Jamie melting. He's stepping closer to Roy until his head hits his shoulder, and both him and the baby are shielded by Roy as Jamie's shakes. Roy keeps his grip gentle, thumb soothing the tense muscles in his neck as Jamie sniffles. "What's his name?" "Charlie"

"How old?" Roy asks, peering down at little Charlie as Jamie lifts his head from Roy's shoulder, and Roy pretends he doesn't miss the weight of it. "Ten days, his mum don't want 'im and me dad....well he'd rather drink than spend moneh on his kids," Jamie replied, adjusting his hold of Charlie and rocking him softly. "Ten days old and he's already better looking than you, that's a good start to life", Roy hums, watching as the joke gets a smile off of Jamie and little laugh. And that laugh is all the team need to come closer. Dani reaches them first, his grin so wide Roy is genuinely worried the kid is gonna split his face in half as he almost vibrates with joy. "Oh, oh, it's a baby. How beautiful, our Jamie is a dad!"

#ted lasso #ted lasso fic #roy x jamie #roy/jamie #roy kent/jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie tartt #i love this idea so much #pre-relationship

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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My jerk

Characters : Bakugo/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Smut/ Blowjob (male receiving)/ Bakugo is being a little asshole/ Angst/ Fluff/ One shot

Summary : Your shy and quiet demeanor is about to be tested by your boyfriend in the meanest way imaginable.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

You paced the room nervously, tugging on your boyfriend's hoodie— as it barely managed to cover your bum, and wondered internally..

Why has he been distant lately? How come your intimate times have noticeably decreased? He barely even kisses you anymore, let alone doing anything further than that.

He's always been all over you, hardly able to keep his hands away, but for days now things have felt different.

Granted, this could be just your hypersensitivity messing up with your head, but you still couldn't shake that sickening feeling in your stomach.

_ "Babe I'm home!" your heart skipped a beat hearing his voice, and you ran to greet him as you prepared to receive the usual-passionate-desire filled kiss, but his lips pecked your cheek instead, leaving you blinking in confusion.

_ "I'll take a quick shower and start making dinner alright?" his smile was as genuine as ever, but everything else seemed unfamiliar.

_ "Yes.. yeah, okay." you were too frightened to hear a response that you couldn't find it in yourself to confront him.

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_ "So, how was work today?" you tried to keep it casual as you practically forced down your food.

_ "Uneventful actually, but that's a good thing right?" puzzling, how can he fill you with panic, and then soothe you just as fast with a simple chuckle?

But then again, he's the only one who's always been able to mess with your heart and render you incapable of forming a logical thought. Though it was different this time.

What's even more unusual was that he actually didn't seem annoyed with you, quite the opposite, he still talked, joked, complained about work, called you "beautiful" like he always does and even teased you by making a suggestive comment about you wearing his hoodie.. but that was it, never once did he place the usual warm hand on your thigh, or lace his eager fingers with yours.

Something must be wrong.

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_ "Good night babe." his sleepy groggy voice uttered before draping an arm around your waist and closing his eyes for the night.

So, that was it? Another day passes without you figuring out what's happening?

The lump in your throat tightened as you wished to shake him awake and demand an explanation, but what could you say exactly?

Words seemed to fail you and you had to think fast before he falls into a deep slumber, so you moved cautiously, nuzzling his neck and planting soft kisses along his pulse and further down until you reached his collarbone.

You heard a low groan and looked up to see him staring down at you, "what are you doing y/n? We both have jam packed schedules tomorrow so let's sleep." he did not look or sound amused at all, and at that moment, you had to make a choice.. carry on with what you were doing and have your answer, or listen to him and spend another night wondering.

You bit down on your lip and pushed him flat on his back before straddling his waist.

Your move caught him off guard, leaving him wide eyed and speechless, and you took advantage of his confusion to lock your lips in a needy kiss.

_ "Katsuki.." you whined against his mouth and he finally responded.

_ "What is it y/n? What do you want exactly? Tell me clearly, I'm listening." his voice dropped, sending shivers down your spine.

But you couldn't respond, everything you wanted to say seemed more embarrassing than actually showing him. So you sat up, moved down until you were kneeling in front of his pelvis, and placed a hesitant hand on his bulge before looking into his crimson irises. His expressions remained the same, except for the teeny tiny smirk you can almost swear was a fragment of your imagination.

Your other hand joined the first as they worked together in pulling down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to free his half hard cock. Your breath was caught in your throat, was he enjoying your advances? You could only hope.

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and moved your hand up and down in slow motions, squeezing just enough to feel him twitching and growing in your hand.

You were filled with confidence and excitement as you watched his body responding, but you wished he would touch you too, guide your hand or squeeze your arms, groan your name or tell you how good you're being for him.. but there was nothing.

You leaned in, pecking the smooth head once before taking him into your mouth and sighing as he filled your maw beautifully.

You moaned around his fully hard length, bobbing your head faster as you inhaled the intoxicating musky scent emanating from him. Your tongue laid flat on the underside of his cock, as you hallowed your cheeks and relaxed your throat to take him in deeper, just the way he likes it.

You felt his thighs tensing underneath your palms and tightened your lips around him as your movements quickened.

You wanted him to cum into your mouth, to lose control and speak your name when he does. And he was close, so close you could already taste his precum.

_ "Stop! Please stop!" he urged, pulling you up and growling as a gush of cold air fanned over his wet-abandoned-rock hard cock.

You were confused, did he not like it? Were you doing something wrong? But you've always managed to drive him insane every single time you took him in your mouth.

Unless it's true, he truly didn't want you anymore..

_ "Katsuki, why.. ah!" you yelped mid sentence, immediately forgetting what you were about to say when two strong arms yanked you up and placed you on top of his firm stomach, hard cock laying flat against your lower belly.

_ "You were saying?" it was a new demeanor, unlike what he's been showing you the last few days, but similar to what you're used to.

Should you be hopeful? Maybe you were wrong all along.

_ "I'm.. I was saying that.." your mind went blank all of a sudden but his hearty chuckle snapped you back.

He sat up, arms supporting your back and nose brushing against yours, "come on gorgeous talk to me, tell me what you have in mind, what you want me to do, use your words or we'll be stuck here all night." his teasing didn't help but this was the closest you two have been in days, and you didn't want to mess it up.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, you couldn't even breathe properly as his arms sneaked under your shirt, removing the soft barrier of clothing and leaving you exposed.

_ "I'm listening," his lips ghosted over your neck, barely skimming against your longing skin, and intentionally denying you the connection you yearned for.

You still couldn't formulate a single thought, and the fingers moving your panty to the side didn't help either.

And then, everything stopped as he leaned back a bit to look you straight in the eyes, "alright, seems like you're not ready to talk just yet, why don't you show me then?" the fire in his eyes mirrored the unbearable heat in your loins.

You propped yourself up on shaky knees, holding his throbbing shaft in one hand while keeping your panty out of the way with the other. And with no hesitation whatsoever, you lowered yourself on him with a loud moan of his name. It felt so good to have him buried to the hilt inside of you.

You tried to regulate your breathing as you adjusted to his massive size, because no matter how many times you've done it, it always feels like your first.

Your eyes moved to watch his expressions, and the face you were met with almost drove you over the edge. His brows knitted and jaws clenched in an attempt to keep his cool, and the heavy breathing leaving his parted lips, landed on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You started bouncing on top him, shallowly and clumsily at first, clutching onto his shoulders for support, until you finally found your rythme.

You were so backed up that you knew it wouldn't last too long, but you still needed to speak, to tell him what you failed to earlier, and that was the time.

_ "I hate that you're not affectionate anymore, I hate that you've been ignoring me lately, all I want is for you to touch me to kiss me to make love to me, to be all over me like you used to, but I'm afraid you don't want to anymore.." still bouncing erratically on his twitching cock, your tears trickled down your cheeks as you blurted it all out and kept nothing in, barely believing that you were the one speaking those words since you've never been really expressive when it came to your feelings, but the fear of losing him pushed you to speak freely.

_ "There we go, you finally said it," his palms cradled your bum, squeezing your luscious cheeks as he picked you up and slammed you back down on him, repeating the action at a brutal speed, "do you have any idea how hard it was for me to hold myself back all this time?" his lips found your neck again, but this time he bit down hard on your skin and growled like a beast against you.

Your mind went blank at the shifting of his behavior, that all you could do was hold on to him and take it all.

_ "You really believed I would actually give you up? tsk, maybe I did take it too far." his groans filled your senses and his lips devoured every inch of you they could reach.

You were so close at that point, unconsciously tightening your walls around his invading cock.

_ "Oh, you're not gonna last much longer are you? Come on speak to me, tell me clearly how you're feeli.."

_ "I love you! I love you so much and I can't bare the idea of losing you one day! But you were mean.. ah! so mean to me.. and I'm mad at you for teasing me so much! But I still love you damnit.. mhmph.. I'm cumming! Katsuki!" for the second time that night, you managed to speak your mind— unrestrained, like you have never done before.

Was that his plan all along? To stir you up and get you to express yourself straightforwardly? It was cruel of him to go this far for that, but face it, you would have never done it otherwise.

_ "Cum for me babe, don't hold back." he cooed, rutting into your fluttering cunt and running his tongue along the side of your neck until he reached your quivering lips and latched onto them. That did it for you, the tension in your lower abdomen snapped, and your body spasmed violently as pure ecstasy washed over you.

He thrusted up a few times, fucking you throughout your orgasm before pulling out of your heat and releasing his pearly seeds all over your belly.

_ "Fuck, you're beautiful.." he breathed out against your glistening cheek and you couldn't miss the smile illuminating his voice.

Your arms desperately held on to his shoulders as your brain replayed the eventful night.

You were embarrassed of your unusual straightforwardness and he knew it.

_ "Forgive me sweetheart, I took it too far didn't I?" he nuzzled your neck as he spoke, squeezing you tighter between his arms.

_ "You did," you giggled hitting his shoulder playfully. To be honest, you weren't upset with him anymore since you get why he teased you the way he did. He simply wanted to see that rare side of you, the one where you spoke unabashedly.

_ "I'm sorry for making you worry it was never my intention to hurt you, please never doubt my feelings sweetheart, I know I can be a jerk sometimes but my love for you is eternal and will remain until the end of times. I will love you even from beyond the grave."

Hearing his words made you realize that you too needed to speak more openly, that it was okay to be vulnerable around him.

_ "You are a jerk, the biggest jerk there is but I wouldn't change a thing because I love you the way you are, the good and the annoying. You're the only one who gets me even if I don't say a word, and I guess I unconsciously took that for granted, but I just want you to know that I can not imagine a life without you in it, you are my best friend and my soulmate." you weren't as nervous or as embarrassed as you had been moments ago, words flowed out of your mouth naturally and it felt so right. So maybe— just maybe, his way wasn't so bad after all.

_ "I love you beautiful." was what he whispered right before claiming your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

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Shadow and Bone Season 2 Final Thoughts

I am going to split this into a SaB section and a SoC section, since I have very different thoughts on them.

Shadow and Bone

The Malina this season was EXCELLENT. Good stuff, excellent changes made on the front of Mal’s insane jealousy and miscommunication.

Gibson’s Nikolai was. So perfect?? I loved so much about him. He was just the right amount of dutiful and roguish, and I loved him.

Genya carried this season. The acting was so well done and always moving. She got the most tears out of me this season. Her confrontation with the queen & that scene in the last episode really got me.

No “I am not ruined. I am ruination.” Which was severely disappointing. I’m genuinely surprised it wasn’t there, because they kept in characters calling her ruined.

Tamar/Nadia were in just the perfect amount. They got crumbs in the book so I’m glad they at least got something here.

GenyaDavid was CARRYING this season. Every scene with those two was so heartachy. I cannot believe they moved up David’s death. But I’m not mad at it.

No “I am become a blade”. Honestly kind of glad for this kind of disappointed. It was funny as hell but also it would have been out of place so.

No Oncat???? Unforgivable omission.

Zoya deserved a bit more this season. Part of me felt like they shouldn’t have brought her in on the Shu Han side quest because she did so little there. She just felt like another body. Which she didn’t deserve.

The ending. Was so much and so much change that I have mixed feelings about. But props on them for taking the initiative to change that much.

Alina’s ending. I’m glad she didn’t have to lose her powers. While the epilogue with her running her fingers through sunlight she cannot bend is heartbreakingly good, I always disliked that ending for her. She deserved more than just a powerless domestic life because she wanted more. Yes she wanted to be able to be with Mal and be free, and I want that for her, but it shouldn’t have been at the cost of her powers.

Mal becoming a privateer is. I’m unsure of how I feel about it right now. It feels odd, because Mal has always said he only wants a calm life with Alina. But I get why they’re giving him this open ending, so they can continue. Which, by the last scene, they obviously plan to continue the SaB side of things into a King of Scars type story.

Nikolai’s ending. I am SO glad they went ahead and showed signs of his demon side. It honestly was good that they didn’t have him turn earlier in the season, because it would have felt cramped with everything else, especially when we just met him.

I do think Alina and Nikolai continuing the engagement is weird though. Why would they do that? How will it affect any possible future next season, especially if they’re going in KoS territory, with Zoyalai?

Six of Crows

Starting with the positives here: Nina CARRIED the crows this season. She was perfect. Annoyed with Kaz from the start. EXCELLENT with Inej and with Jesper a bit.

Similarly, the Helnik was perfect and heartbreaking. Just the right pacing even with the changes. They broke me. And the last scene of them actually killed me, I think.

For episodes 1&2 all I could think about with Wylan was how well they were capturing him. Just the right amount of genuine kindness and naïveté and snark.

I liked how they upped the violence for the crows. Everyone got to get a hit in. Kaz was a great step up in ruthlessness. Inej grew, and Nina actually got to use her powers effectively. And Wylan got some good shots in.

Episode 4 really threw me off with the crows though. I cannot believe that they added a scene from the last 100 pages of Crooked Kingdom to this season. Before the Ice Court. Kaz finishing off Pekka is the end of his arc. How on earth are they going to have him do the actions that it takes to get through the Ice Court Heist if he isn’t working to gain power and tear down Rollins?

Obviously they’re setting up Rollins to come back and be a threat again but how will that work?? He knows who Nina is. The CK heist hinges on Van Eck and Rollins not knowing who Nina is.

Wesper getting together actually made me feel dread as I watched it. I view the show and books as very separate, that’s how I enjoy them, but I couldn’t wrap my head around how they thought this was a good idea beyond fan service. Having Wesper together right off the bat ruins both of their character arcs. If they’re together before their growth, none of it means anything. Even in the show, to make it work, they had to fast track two very important reveals for them.

I was fine with Jesper’s Durast powers being revealed this season. I even expected it. I thought Inej and Kaz would find out, or say they knew this season. And maybe Jesper would use his powers in secret. But no. Everyone knew by the end of the season, and he barreled through self acceptance in like 3 episodes. WITHOUT A SINGLE COLM APPEARANCE. Do you get how bad that is?? Colm is integral to Jesper’s shame, and he didn’t even show up, and though I like the scene with his mom in theory, how will Jesper and Colm have any good tension now? How will SoC and CK even work if Jesper has already solved the biggest source of his self esteem issues AND his gambling problem?

Which, by the way, insanely weird his addiction didn’t really come up this season. It was mentioned once or twice but really had no effect on his character. Which. Addiction doesn’t turn on and off.

Wylan’s illiteracy came out way too soon as well. He didn’t really get a chance to prove himself before Jesper found out, which. I can’t even articulate now why I hate that so much. I’ll have to make a separate post.

Back to Wesper speedrun. We can’t have so many critical Wesper scenes because of this. No “not just girls”. No Kuwei kiss, unless it’s a huge stretch in miscommunication when they’re already dating. No “I was paying attention” when Genya tailors Wylan because of course it’s not a surprise he knows his face if they’re dating.

Another one of my favorite scenes that won’t work now: The Kaz and Jesper Big Fight. Jesper knows who Jordie is already. It loses all tension.

Inej’s ending also really bothered me. Her having freedom and starting her hunt for slavers BEFORE the Ice Court? I genuinely don’t see how they can make the ICH work at this point. How will these characters ever come back together? Why would Inej come back? Just because Jurda Parem was an issue? Because if so, I feel they’ll be leaning too much into the Crows being pawns of the crown, which ultimately destroys their purpose. They aren’t chosen ones in ANY CAPACITY. Yes, Inej may do things for more moral reasons, but in the end she doesn’t work for the crown. Because of how they treat the Suli, especially.

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the ATLA movie was abysmal, so the bar was buried under the floorboards when it came to the live action show

(I haven't finished ep8, it's hard to find the motivation to do so rn)

I will say, I have mostly enjoyed watching this show overall

I went into this show as open-minded as I could, trying to view it as something different, with low expectations

I started off cautiously but pleasantly surprised

I could initially overlook some pacing/plot/character changes, because I was willing and curious to see where they would take them

not every change made me actively upset, most just made me a little sad or varying levels of confused

and then there were a few scenes/additions that genuinely impressed me and made me feel things

unfortunately though, those moments with actual emotional weight, made every lackluster emotional moment stand out much more significantly

its like it raised the bar for itself midway through, then tripped over it :(

again though, I can't say I hate it even if I dont love it, and I find any intense hatred or blind praise for this show as a whole, silly/annoying (let's remember nuance guys)

#the fact that even in comparison to itself it still falls flat #don't get me wrong though #I think the good parts of this show make it worth watching once #atla #natla #netflix atla #netflix avatar #avatar the last airbender #katara #sokka #aang #zuko #iroh

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Chapter 14

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Thirteen

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•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 5k (I got carried away)

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

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Her fingers traced the bumpy path of my ribs, each touch turning up the volume of the discomfort. With a casual hum, she locked her gaze on my stomach, methodically pressing into different spots.

"What's the news?" I groaned, the pressure intensifying with every poke.

"You're not gonna like it," she replied, fingers unrelenting.

"When do I ever?" I groaned again, feeling the pain spike. "Ouch, seriously, can't you ease up a bit?"

"Do you always have to whine?" she shot back, her fingers persistently prodding.

"Come on, just spill it," I urged, rolling my eyes.

"You'll be down and out for a while, maybe a month," she dropped the bomb.

"Not this again," I groaned, my gaze shifting to the ceiling.

"Well, maybe if you'd done what you were supposed to all those years ago, we wouldn't be here right now," she huffed, rolling back on her chair.

"Yeah, yeah, just wrap me up," I said, holding my shirt away to give her access. She worked in silence, securing the wraps around my protesting ribs with practiced ease.

"Has anyone asked you to the ball yet?" the doctor tried to spark a conversation.

I chuckled. "No time for that in my schedule."

Silence hung between us.

"How about you? Got a dance partner?" I shot back.

"Nope, and I don't need an invite to have a good time," she replied, a rare smile gracing her face.

The first time I'd witnessed that woman crack a smile. Her smile was infectious, I had to grin in return.

"Good. I know you'll rock it. Give me a heads up if you need some wine; I'll stash a bottle for you." I winked.

She rolled her eyes, laughing.

"Your tricks make me a bit concerned as a doctor."

"Hey now, I didn't down those bottles solo," I defended, throwing my hands up, but a sharp movement made me wheeze in pain.

"Careful," she cautioned, still wrapping my protesting stomach.

"Doctor Lange." The door swung open, and the voice echoed through the room.

"I'm busy!" She yelled, hastily trying to cover me. I quickly pulled my blouse closed, shielding my chest.

Levi's eyes met mine, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He paced away, desperately avoiding eye contact, as if the wall next to him suddenly became the most intriguing thing in the world.

Today was my day off, and seeing Levi here was unexpected, especially after last night's incident. But here he stood, looking like a flustered teenager.

"Will you ever learn to knock?" The doctor huffed, clearly annoyed.

"Even after this, I doubt it," I laughed, finding the whole situation amusing.

Levi, for the first time, seemed genuinely embarrassed, and I couldn't resist enjoying the moment.

"Right. Yeah," he stumbled, avoiding looking at either of us. "I'll be... I'll be out there." He hastily walked out of the room.

"We're done if you wanna go," she said, clearly amused by the recent events.

"I don't know if I wanna leave just yet," I replied with a smirk.

"Well, that's the first," she laughed.

"Yeah, I didn't think my Captain would ever see that part of me, so," I said, shooting her a knowing look.

"You have to face him sooner or later. Use it to your advantage," she suggested.

"Y'know, I'm starting to like you," I laughed, hopping off the bed and adjusting my shirt, buttoning it back up properly.

"See you tomorrow," she smiled as I walked out the door.

Levi leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on the ground. There was still a hint of red on his face when I approached him.

"Captain," I greeted him with a playful grin.

"Iris," he muttered, avoiding eye contact. "I didn't see anything, if that's what you're wondering."

"I'd rather pretend this didn't happen," I told him.

"Great. Good," he said, finally meeting my gaze. "Erwin is requesting all of us to meet in his office at noon."

"It's my day off," I protested. "Also, I'm not a captain."

"You were requested," Levi repeated.

"Fine. Whatever. See you then," I said, walking off. He headed into the doctor's office shortly after.

What could he possibly need in there? It's not like he's hurt, and if he was, he wouldn't be caught dead in the doctor's office.

I knew everything about that man's schedule he was supposed to have back-to-back meetings today. When did he find time to weasel his way out of them?

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"Commander. Sorry I'm late," I spoke out, pushing the heavy mahogany door open, its hinges creaking echoing my arrival into Erwin's office.

"Iris!" Erwin's authoritative yet welcoming voice filled the room. "Right on time."

"Uh, I thought I was late?" I questioned, taking in the dimly lit room, the sunlight struggling through the heavy curtains. The scent of polished wood and the slight rustle of paperwork filled the air.

My eyes danced over the orderly chaos of scouting reports and strategically placed documents. The faint scent of aged wood and ink lingered in the air.

As I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the room, Erwin motioned toward a plush sofa near the window, bathed in gentle sunlight. The ambiance felt almost reverent, a sanctuary within the bustling headquarters.

"Where is everyone?"

No one else was here. I purposely made myself late to the meeting so I didn't have to attend the whole thing. Did they already finish up? I'm so confused right now. Why am I the only person here?

"They'll be joining us shortly. Please, take a seat and let me pour you some tea," Erwin invited, his movements deliberate and graceful. The rich aroma of brewing tea began to intertwine with the atmosphere.

Seated on the sofa, it's leather cool against my back, I marveled at the view outside. The courtyard was adorned with blooming flowers and the distant hum of soldiers preparing for the day. Erwin's office, a haven within the bustling headquarters, seemed suspended in time.

"How's the injury?" Erwin inquired, the concern in his eyes mirrored in the soothing warmth of the tea he offered.

"I'll be out for a while," I replied, sinking into the luxurious sofa and the fragrant tea creating a momentary escape from the real world.

"Thought so, you took a hard fall last expedition," Erwin remarked, his eyes held concern but something else lurked behind it. It was a knowing look I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Yeah, well, the ground wasn't as soft as it looked," I quipped, smirking as I sipped the tea.

"So how are you holding up?"

"I'm fine. Just bored," I shrugged, glancing around Erwin's office. The atmosphere, with its subtle scent of old books and polished wood, made it one of the few places I could tolerate.

"I've been bored myself. Not much to do when the weather is bad. Titans seem to be quieter when it's snowing, so it makes up," Erwin shared, his eyes focused on the swirling snowflakes outside the window.

"Are you still having night terrors?" Erwin's question hung in the air, breaking the comfortable silence. I felt a twinge of discomfort, knowing this conversation would tread on old wounds.

"No," I replied, my gaze fixated on the swirling patterns in my teacup. The memories of those nightmares were locked away, hidden from prying eyes.

"Really? That's pretty good, then," he continued, his tone measured. I nodded, not willing to delve into the details of a past I'd rather forget.

"Yeah, I guess so," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. The scars from those nightmares had faded, but their ghost lingered. I was a prisoner to my dreams.

"I saw your dad the other day. Have you spoken to him recently?" Erwin's question felt calculated, a deliberate turn in the conversation. Levi must have been in on this too. I wondered how long they'd been scheming to corner me in Erwin's office.

I sighed, realizing I was lured into this situation. Was there even a meeting with the other captains, or was it merely an excuse to draw me into this unexpected tête-à-tête?

"We both know the answer to that one," I replied, reclining further into the plush chair Erwin insisted I occupy.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try. He did ask me about you and-" Erwin's sentence hung in the air, abruptly cut off as the door swung open, disrupting our conversation.

"Levi," Erwin greeted, his tone betraying a hint of surprise. "You're early."

I turned to find Levi strolling in, his signature stoic expression doing little to mask the annoyance in his eyes. He settled on the couch, shooting a pointed look my way.

"I thought you two would be done by now, knowing how stubborn she is," Levi remarked, the barely concealed irritation directed at me.

"It would have been nice if you knocked," Erwin chastised, attempting to restore some order.

"I see you didn't learn anything from earlier," I teased Levi, savoring the tension emanating from him.

"Shut it," Levi growled, his jaw tense.

"What happened earlier?" Erwin interjected, attempting to piece together the puzzle.

"Yeah, Levi, what happened earlier?" I prodded a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"I thought you said we were going to forget about it," Levi snapped, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Yeah, well," I mused, tapping my finger against my chin. "I changed my mind."

"I didn't," Levi retorted.

"What happened earlier?" Hange's sudden entrance startled all of us, breaking the building tension.

"Damn it, Hange!" I yelled out. "You gotta stop sneaking up like that."

"Haha, sorry," they chuckled. "But really, what happened earlier?"

"Nothing," Levi grumbled. "Drop it."

I couldn't help but smirk, reveling in Levi's discomfort. This unexpected turn of events was too good to pass up, and I was determined to make the most of it.

"Well, since everyone's gathered," Erwin declared, his eyes scanning the room. "We've got some event planning on the agenda."

"About time!" Hange exclaimed, their excitement practically bouncing off the walls.

"The Scouts got roped into organizing the Yule ball this year," Erwin explained, casting a glance at both Levi and me. "Now, that's not exactly my forte, so..."

"Not mine either," Levi grumbled, interrupting the commander, something I wished to do.

"For once, Captain Clean Freak and I are on the same page," I added.

"Watch it." Levi threw my way.

I rolled my eyes and watched Erwin continue to speak ignoring our opinions.

"You both will be participating in one way or another," Erwin said addressing us both.

"To make it easier on you guys, Hange is in charge."

What he meant to say was to make it harder on all of us. One thing Hange loved more than Titans, was parties.

"Nobles specifically requested you and Iris-"

Erwin paused, his gaze fixed on me. I could sense the hesitation in his words, the unspoken weight of what was to come. His regret was evident, etched in the lines on his face. It was almost as if a new wrinkle appeared when he said my name.

"Your father appointed you on behalf of the church to plan as well," Erwin continued, laying out the unexpected bombshell.

"Great," I groaned, my frustration evident as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Erwin had managed to turn a simple meeting into a tangled mess, and now the church was thrown into the chaos of unwelcome surprises.

"The church?" Hange echoed my disbelief. "They're in on this too?"

Levi's poker face slipped, his jaw hanging a little. His silver eyes widen showing the blues that lurked under his insomnia.

"Why are you representing the church?" Hange's voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous.

"My dad's a pastor."

"What?!" Hange's voice hit an octave usually reserved for Titans.

"How come you never told us?"

"It doesn't matter," I brushed off, trying to sound as disinterested as possible, but inside, I was already bracing for the fallout.

"This explains so much," Hange mused, eyes narrowing in a way that suggested they were re-evaluating every interaction we'd ever had.

"What else are you hiding?"

"Thirty bottles of wine," Erwin chimed in, an edge of mirth to his voice as if he couldn't resist joining the fray.

I shot him a look that could curdle milk, but he just smirked, unfazed. The man could face down a Titan without batting an eye, so what chance did my glare stand?

"I think my father can find someone else who can handle it on their own. I won't be attending," I declared, standing up in what I intended to be a dramatic exit, only to be met with Erwin's commanding tone.

"Sit back down," he said, and as a puppet with its strings pulled, I fell back into the chair, my gaze shifting skyward as if the ceiling held the answers to my current predicament.

Levi leaned in, his voice a low groan that carried a weight of resignation.

"If I have to go, you are going too."

"You have to go because you're humanity's favorite toy right now," I snarled back, letting my frustration bubble to the surface.

"And it looks like you're the church's puppet," Levi retorted, his words sharp, a mirror reflecting my own feelings.

The room was buzzing with the kind of tension you'd expect just before a storm hit. Except, instead of rain, it was Erwin's patience that was about to break. I shot Levi one of those looks that could easily turn wine back into water, but he just stared back, collected as ever. His eyes, though, were practically dancing. He was getting a kick out of this, the jerk.

"Enough." Erwin's voice, authoritative and final, cut through the standoff.

"Hange is in charge of the Yule ball planning. The Garrison and Military Police will also contribute. I expect full cooperation from everyone."

His gaze lingered on me, a clear directive that I was to play nice, especially with Levi—Mr. Grumps, seemed to find human interaction less appealing than a Titan encounter.

"Don't look at me,"

"It's not me who has issues with people."

I gestured towards Levi, ignoring his soft glare.

"Oh, cheer up, guys!"

Hange, ever the optimist, squeezed between us, their arms wrapping around our necks in a death grip disguised as a group hug. Their enthusiasm was unbreakable, their grip even more so.

"Hange," Levi groaned, his discomfort audible, yet he made no move to escape their embrace, a testament to his resignation or perhaps a rare show of patience.

With a swift dismissal from Erwin, I wasted no time. My escape was swift, my pace quickening with each step away from the office and the impending disaster of the Yule ball—a ball that, until moments ago, I had every intention of avoiding.

"Hey brat," Levi called out, his voice trailing me into the corridor. I ignored him, my determination to distance myself from the conversation—and him—as strong as my desire to steer clear of the ball itself.

The irony of my father's involvement gnawed at me. After four years of silence, and now he wants to inject himself into my life. It would be laughable if it wasn't so infuriating. There was no affection in his summons, no fatherly concern. Just demands, as always.

I seethed at the thought of being manipulated, a pawn in a game played by men who hid their insecurities behind badges of strength and independence. My father, Erwin, and even Levi in his own way—they all wanted something from me, yet none dared to ask directly.

I'm tired of being used, tired of the silent expectations and unspoken demands. If they wanted my help, they'd have to ask for it—plainly and without games. Maybe with a bottle of wine or two as well. I'm not doing shit for free around here.

I leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting lightly on the cool wood as I peered into the dimly lit room beyond. The scent of aged paper and ink filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh lemons and mint that wafted from behind me, the presence looming like a silent shadow.

"What?" I asked, my voice betraying none of the unease that churned in my stomach. I already knew why he was here, trailing me like a ghost haunting my every step.

"I'm checking on you." His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"I'm fine," I insisted, though the words felt hollow even to my ears. I moved to close the door behind me, but Levi stopped me with a well-placed foot and a firm hand, pushing the door open once more as he brushed past me and entered my sanctuary uninvited.

"Don't believe you," he muttered under his breath, his tone clipped and devoid of its usual edge. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail with a scrutiny that made me squirm under his gaze.

"I don't know what you expect," I snapped, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

"I was just cornered by you and Erwin, bombarded with news from my dad, so forgive me if I'm not in the mood for visitors."

Levi's response was unexpected, to say the least. Instead of arguing or pushing further, he simply reached past me, his chest brushing against my shoulder as he closed the door behind me with a soft click. His eyes gazed at for a moment but he quickly returned to looking elsewhere.

"Then go relax," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear after he shut the door. His voice was oddly gentle as he gestured towards the room beyond.

"But we still need to talk."

I watched him pace around my office, his movements controlled yet restless as if he were searching for something he couldn't quite find. The sight of him, usually so composed and unflappable, acting so strangely sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I watched him, his demeanor a far cry from the stoic Captain I was accustomed to.

“Captain.”

"If we're off duty, it's Levi," he interrupted, his voice tight with tension as he turned to face me, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

I nodded, though the gesture felt more like a surrender than an agreement. "Right," I murmured, my mind racing with unanswered questions.

"Levi," I began, the name feeling foreign and unfamiliar on my tongue after years of calling him Captain. "What's going on?"

But Levi's response was evasive, his gaze flickering away from mine as he spoke.

"Just get yourself together, Iris," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.

"Then we can talk."

I frowned, a knot of unease forming in the pit of my stomach. Whose plan was it to send Levi to my room after the meeting?

"Fine. Make yourself at home. Teas in the left cabinets. There's some hidden sugar in my desk," I informed him, motioning toward the makeshift kitchenette before retreating into the sanctuary of my room.

The ache in my ribs throbbed insistently, a relentless reminder of lingering memories I've tried so hard to forget and push away. With careful precision, I shed my clothes, each movement a delicate dance with pain. But comfort awaited, a fleeting respite from the relentless demands of our world.

Clad in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, I embraced the familiar warmth of familiarity, seeking solace amidst the chaos. Yet, even in the quiet of my sanctuary, Levi's muttered commentary permeated the air, a discordant melody to my solitude.

He should have known coming into my room it wasn't going to be a pretty sight. It's not like I have time to clean.

"God, she is so filthy," his words floated through the door, my room will never be up to his unyielding standards. I couldn't help but chuckle, imagining his frustration with the disorder that was my office. But in a world plagued by fates and uncertainty, chaos was the only constant.

Summoning what remained of my waning energy, I corralled my unruly curls into a messy bun, a few stray strands framing my face in a halo of chaos. Stepping back into the lion's den, I found Levi attempting to bring order to the chaos, his efforts both futile and endearing.

"It's dirty," he observed, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

"I know,"

Levi's eyebrow quirked in response, his gaze lingering on my form as I brushed past him, his curiosity still getting the best of him while he cleaned. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin mixing with the coolness of my own.

I reached for a bottle of wine nestled within the depths of my desk drawer, the familiar glass cool against my fingertips. Levi's eyes followed my every movement, a silent observer of the dance of shadows in the dimly lit room.

"You stupid brat,"

I merely shrugged, uncorking the wine bottle before sinking back into the plush cushions of the couch. Propping my feet up, I took a long swig straight from the bottle, relishing the fiery warmth that spread through my veins.

Levi's disapproving gaze bore into me, but I met it with a defiant glare of my own.

"You know that's contraband, right?" he chided, his voice laced with thinly veiled frustration.

I rolled my eyes, the corners of my lips quirking up in a mischievous smirk.

"We're off duty, aren't we, Levi?" I retorted, savoring the way his name felt on my tongue.

His response was a begrudging nod, his gaze flickering away from mine as if unable to withstand the intensity of my stare.

"Yeah," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire.

"Then I don't see an issue," I declared, taking another swig from the bottle and relishing the burn as it traveled down my throat.

Levi's scoff filled the air, but I paid it no mind, focusing instead on the comforting numbness that washed over me with each sip. Meanwhile, Levi busied himself with straightening out my desk, his movements precise and purposeful.

"So, did you come here to clean or?" I asked, my words dripping with sarcasm as I watched him fiddle with quill and ink.

"Someone has to," he grumbled, his attention still fixated on the task at hand.

"Suit yourself," I replied nonchalantly, leaning back against the cushions and cradling the bottle in my arms.

"Your hair," Levi said still cleaning.

"Uh, yeah? What about it?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Uh, nothing?" I replied, feigning innocence. "Why?"

"Because it looks messier than usual," he remarked, finally tearing his gaze away from the papers strewn across my desk to meet my eyes.

"Thanks," I shot back, my tone laden with sarcasm as I took another swig from the bottle.

As the minutes ticked by and the wine continued to flow, I found myself slipping further into a haze of intoxication. It had been a hell of a day, and from the looks of it, the night promised to be just as tumultuous.

Levi's offer of tea was met with a dismissive shake of my wine bottle, a silent refusal echoing through the room. Undeterred, he proceeded to pour himself a cup, his movements deliberate despite my lack of interest.

"Where's that sugar?" he inquired, his voice betraying a hint of annoyance.

"In the drawer with my wine,"

Levi's lips formed a thin line as he glanced at the drawer, clearly hesitant to delve into my personal belongings. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at his discomfort.

"I don't feel like snooping through your stuff," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the once-cluttered desk.

"You didn't have a problem earlier going through and cleaning all of it," I retorted, the bitterness of my words hanging in the air.

With a frustrated sigh, I rose from the couch, retrieving the sugar and another bottle of wine from the drawer. Placing them on the coffee table, I settled back into the cushions, uncorking the second bottle.

As I took a long swig, I noticed Levi's gaze lingering on me, his expression a mixture of disdain and concern.

"How much are you going to drink?" he asked, his voice tinged with disgust.

"Until your nagging doesn't annoy me," I shot back, my defiance unwavering.

"What? Do you want some?"

Levi shook his head, his features hardening. "Alcohol doesn't do anything to me anyways," he admitted. "Do you drink like this every night?"

I scoffed at his question, taking another sip of wine.

"I don't see how that's any of your business," I replied, the bitterness of the wine masking the bitterness of my words.

"But since you asked, yeah, I do. Got a problem with it? It's not a secret or anything."

In reality, the alcohol served as my sole solace from the relentless nightmares that haunted my nights. It was the one remedy that could momentarily numb the sharp edges of memory. If Levi failed to grasp the depth of its necessity, then he had no right to cast judgment upon me.

"You're an idiot."

Levi's voice was sharp and unforgiving. I merely shrugged off his insult with a casual smirk, taking another swig from my bottle as if his words were nothing more than background noise. The wine danced across my tongue, its familiar burn serving as a welcome distraction from the chaos of the day.

With each sip, the tension in my body began to melt away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that wrapped around me like a blanket. It was a fleeting escape, but at that moment, it was enough. I closed my eyes briefly, allowing myself to sink into the blissful numbness that the alcohol provided.

But even as I basked in the temporary relief, I couldn't shake the nagging awareness that this was just a temporary reprieve. Tomorrow, the pain would return with a vengeance, a harsh reminder of the battles yet to be fought. Yet for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, choosing instead to savor the fleeting moment of respite that the wine offered.

"How come you've never mentioned your family?"

I cocked an eyebrow, taken aback by his sudden curiosity. He always drilled into my head to leave our personal shit away from the survey and now he wants to mix it?

"How come you've never mentioned yours?" I shot back, refusing to let him catch me off guard.

His response was a low, almost approving hum, followed by a curt declaration.

"Don't have one."

I shouldn't have been surprised. In the years I'd known Levi, he'd built walls around himself so impenetrable, that they made the Walls of Maria look like child's play. Yet, in that moment, as he offered a rare glimpse behind those walls, I found myself unexpectedly intrigued.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a flicker of curiosity sparked within me, igniting a desire to peel back the layers of his guarded facade and unearth the truths hidden beneath.

"You," he added abruptly, his gaze fixed on the crackling flames of the fireplace as if retreating into the safety of silence.

His vulnerability hung in the air between us, a reminder of the complexities that lay beneath the surface. In response, I found myself opening up in turn, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

"My mom's gone," I confessed, the weight of the admission heavy on my tongue. Levi's eyes flickered briefly to mine before returning to the dancing flames.

"My old man's off his rocker, and I've got a little sister who's the epitome of perfection."

The contrast between my sister and me felt like a clash of light and shadow, as if she embodied everything bright and radiant, while I remained cloaked in darkness. Her presence illuminated any room, with her golden locks cascading like sunlight, and her cerulean eyes mimicking the beautiful waters. She was the epitome of perfection, effortlessly graceful and flawlessly composed, while I stood in her shadow with my messy black curls and deep emerald gaze seeming to absorb the light around me.

From a young age, my sister had been the embodiment of everything pristine and flawless. Her every action was met with admiration and praise, her every word uttered with grace and charm. Meanwhile, I struggled to find my place, often overshadowed by her brilliance. While she effortlessly danced through life's challenges, I stumbled in her wake, grappling with my insecurities and doubts.

But despite our differences, I couldn't help but admire her. She was the light to my darkness, the embodiment of everything I wished I could be. And as much as I tried to resent her for it, I couldn't deny the love and admiration I felt for my perfect little sister.

"Shit, Captain, you'd probably smile just by being near her. She's that perfect," I remarked, a hint of tease in my tone.

Levi's gaze shifted, his usually stoic expression softened by a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. His raven hair fell carelessly around his face, and for once, his scowl seemed less severe, almost as if he were at peace.

"You've known me long enough to know I'm not easily impressed," he replied, his voice steady but with an underlying warmth that caught me off guard. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt like I wasn't a nuisance to him. It was as if he had shed the weight of the world for just a moment, revealing a side of himself I had never seen before.

But then reality crashed back in, and I quickly diverted my gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck. His words startled me. Just how long was I staring at him?

"Iris, I rather stare at eyes that have seen death than fool myself with someone who portrays a false reality."

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