#again. one day I’ll actually edit these to make them better. but not today
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#idk why those lines are there and frankly I don’t care enough to fix it SKJSJZK#again. one day I’ll actually edit these to make them better. but not today#I love the gay people#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#heavymedic#sfm poster#tf2 sfm#source filmmaker
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Hello! First of all, I love your writing and your content. Can I ask for HC on Law saying to their romantic interest something like: "If you don't like how we run things here, then leave" after a heated discussion which actually makes them leave the crew, and after Law goes to great extents to amend that, Angst to comfort.
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A/N: Hi friend! This was a fun prompt and ive been working on it for a while! Thanks for your patience! (It’s not completely proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes. I may go back and edit it better later, but i wanted to get this out for you and everyone today!)
Characters: Law x gn reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Leaving
“If you don’t like how I run things, then leave,” Law spat out, turning back to the papers at his desk. “I don’t have time for you questioning my decisions.”
You stood there for a moment, dumbfounded at his words and their harshness.
“Law-” you start.
“Leave!” He snapped, not even looking up from his work.
You turned on your heel and rushed out the door, covering your face to hide your tears. You ran to the Captain’s Quarters and threw the few belongings you had into a duffel bag, slung it over your shoulder, and left the room. You didn’t want to say goodbye to your crewmates or this life, but you had heard Law’s message loud and clear. Leave. You were no longer welcome here.
You passed by the kitchen and hang out area, and you popped your tear-stained face in the room, trying your best to act casual.
“Uhm-” you started to speak, but the moment that eyes turned, you burst out into tears again.
“I came to say goodbye,” you sobbed as Shachi and Penguin rushed to you.
“What happened?” the two of them demanded, holding you in a tight hug.
“I was told to leave, so-” you hiccuped into Shachi’s shoulder, and pulled away from the two men. “I just didn’t want to leave without-”
“You’re not leaving,” Penguin said, looking past you to the hallway.
“I am,” you replied, wiping your tears off your face, trying to compose yourself. “I have to.”
“You can’t!” Shachi cried, tears springing from his own eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you said, tears welling up again. You loved these people. They were your family. They were all you knew for the past few years.
But you couldn’t live like this with Law anymore. This constant back and forth, his refusal to commit to you and his mood switches between fiery hot passion and icy cold shoulders. The way he would coo promises in your ear while you laid pressed against his chest one moment, just for him to spend the whole day without acknowledging your existence. You were going insane, and you simply couldn’t handle it anymore.
“I love you guys,” you said, pulling away from them and heading for the door. “I’ll call when I get situated, okay?”
“Situated where?” Penguin asked. “Just stay, we’ll get the captain to reverse his decision. Please-”
“No,” you said, with painful finality. “He made his decision, Penguin. I have to go.”
And with that you climbed up the ladder and walked out the door. You jumped off the deck and onto the dock of a foreign island you knew nothing about, trying to think of your next move. You desperately wanted to look back one last time, in hopes that Law would be there, watching you go. But you resisted the urge to turn around, and you walked boldly into the village to find a new adventure, hoping the hole in your heart would heal with time.
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The sounds of shoes running down the hallway alerted Law that something was wrong. Then several bangs on the door.
“Captain!!!” several voices called out, and Law quickly opened the door.
“What?” he asked, looking at their panicked faces. “What is it?”
“What did you do to Y/N?!” Shachi demanded, tears in his eyes.
Law’s eye twitched and he grinded his teeth. “What happened is none of your business!” he shouted, slamming the door in their face.
“Captain!!” they all cried. “Please change your mind!”
“Room,” Law said, creating a blue bubble that only encapsulated himself. “Silence,” he said, cutting off sound to the outside world. One of the many tools he had taken from Corazon.
Law wasn’t sure how long the crew continued to bang and yell at his door, but he didn’t really care. The issue between you and him should be solved between the two of you, the rest of the crew didn’t need to be involved.
By the time he went to bed, the crew had thankfully dispersed. He was irritated with you causing such a scene amongst your crewmates, but he would talk to you about it later. He walked to his room, and was surprised to find that the light was off. Normally you went to bed far before him, but you always left some kind of light on for him to find his way to the bed with you. He was even more surprised to find the bed completely empty and cold. There was no trace of you or your belongings in his room.
“Y/N is gone,” said a broken voice from behind him. Bepo.
Law turned to face the bear, confused by his statement.
“Y/N said you told them to leave. So they left,” Bepo explained.
“No-” Law said, looking around. “I didn’t mean to leave the ship. I just meant-”
“You always do this, captain. You always push people away when they only want to love you.”
“I don’t need a lecture, Bepo,” Law hissed. He was starting to panic now, he couldn’t lose you. You were one of the few people he trusted and let get close to him, he…
“Go. Y/N is on the island somewhere. Make it right.”
Law could hear Bepo’s voice getting thick with tears. He knew the bear was trying to be brave, but he didn’t care at the moment. He took off down the maze of hallways and climbed up the ladder to the deck. He scanned the shoreline, looking for your frame. He prayed that it would just be a simple outburst you were throwing, a show of defiance you were putting on until he came and apologized and made it right. But you were nowhere to be found.
He jumped off the deck and onto the dock, racing towards town. He was racking his brain on where you would have gone. You had no family or friends here. What were you thinking, going off alone with no support system? Was your plan just to abandon him and leave him alone again? The thought of never seeing you again made him sick to his stomach.
He couldn’t lose you. Not after all you all had been through. It wasn’t fair. He was angry at you and at the world, but he was mostly angry at himself. He had been selfish, and he had put himself in this position because of it. He had to amend that. He had to make it right.
He finally found you, sitting alone at a ramen shop. He stood in the crowded street and watched you for a moment, admiring the way you looked under the soft glow of the shop lights.
You looked tired, but you were as beautiful as ever. You were talking quietly to the man next to you; he must’ve said something to make you laugh, because your eyes lit up and your voice rang out. Law couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at seeing some stranger bring you joy, and he resisted the urge to run to you.
“Do you come here often?” Law heard the man ask you. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”
Law saw you hesitate for a moment, weighing your options. “I actually just got here,” you finally said.
“Oh?” the man questioned, looking around. “Need a place to stay while you get settled in?”
Law’s blood boiled. He knew what the man was implying, and he needed to put an end to it. He started toward you, but before he could make it, you spoke.
“That’s kind of you,” you started, your eyes darting around the restaurant nervously. “But I have a place at the moment.”
“I see,” said the man, looking a little dejected. “Well, I had fun tonight, and I hope to see you again.”
You smiled politely and nodded at the man. “I did as well. I’ll see you around!” Your voice held enthusiasm that made Law’s heart pang, and he made a decision.
He waited for the man to leave, and then quickly took the seat next to you.
You were staring at your ramen, and didn’t bother to look at the man who had taken Jiato’s seat. One conversation with a stranger was enough for you today. You just wanted to curl up and go back to your hotel room and cry yourself to sleep.
“One pork ramen bowl, please,” a familiar voice said to the waiter.
Your head whipped to the side to find your captain. Ex-captain, you reminded yourself.
Law didn’t meet your eyes. He just kept staring ahead of him. “Do you actually want to leave?” he asked.
You swallowed down the lump forming in your throat as you stared at him. You hadn’t expected to see him of all people.
You stayed quiet for a while, and finally he turned and looked at you. You cut your eyes away quickly, opting to look at your empty ramen bowl instead.
“Y/N-ya,” he prompted, waiting for an answer.
“I can’t keep living like that,” you finally said.
Law shot you an irritated glance and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but decided against it.
“You can say it.” You spoke softly, your words almost drowned out in the noisy restaurant.
He hesitated, but found the right words after a moment. “You didn’t have to leave.”
“You told me to.”
He scoffed. “I didn’t mean literally.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I did take it literally,” you shot back, trying to keep your face and your tone calm. You had just gotten out of a fight with him earlier today, you didn’t need another one flaring up again. And so publicly. “I told you, Law. I’m tired of this back and forth. So when you said leave, I just…there didn’t seem like another option for me.”
He gritted his teeth, as if he were holding back another argument to throw at you. “Well, you didn’t have to leave. I-”
You stared at him, waiting for the words to come. But they didn’t. His cheeks pinked and his eyes averted your gaze.
“What?” you asked, continuing to watch him. “You what?”
His pork ramen arrived, and he turned his attention to his food instead. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to get you to come back to the ship without ever actually apologizing. Or having anything change. But you were serious when you said you couldn’t live like that any more. You’d rather start a new, fresh life than keep going in this vicious cycle.
You grabbed your bag and dropped some money on the table. “Goodbye, Law,” you said, turning away so he couldn’t see the tears in your eyes.
“Stop,” he whispered. But you were already out on the street, out of earshot.
“Hey!” he jumped up, chasing you out onto the street.
He found you quickly and reached out, grabbing your arm. You turned around, shocked at the sudden pressure on your wrist.
“Law! Sto-” He cut off your words with a kiss. Or he tried to, but as your lips met his, you pulled away.
“What are you doing?!” you demanded. “Stop!”
Your loud voice drew several people’s gaze, everyone stopping to make sure you were okay. You could hear people murmuring around you and feel their stares.
Law dropped your hand, giving you a confused and annoyed glare. “I’m trying to- Do you mind?!” he shouted at everyone watching you all.
He looked back at you, his voice softer again. “I’m sorry, okay? I was stupid and selfish. Please come back to the ship. Please stay. Please don’t ever leave my side again.”
You chewed on your lip. “Law-”
“I’ll never ignore you or put you second again. I can’t lose you. You’re the closest thing to family I still have and-” his voice broke, and you could see tears in his eyes. “I love you, okay?”
You blinked in shock. You were certainly not expecting that kind of confession to come from him. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to cry or hug him.
Law made the decision for you, and wrapped you in his arms. You could feel him peppering the top of your head with kisses, and you began to cry into his chest.
“Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured in your ear, and you pulled away to wipe the tears from your face.
“Lets go get your stuff and get back to the ship,” he offered, entwining his fingers with yours.
You nodded, squeezing his hand. You felt more hopeful about the future than you had in a long time. A new chapter of your life truly had begun.
#one piece#one piece scenario#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#one piece x you#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#law x y/n#law x reader#trafalgar law x y/n#trafalgar law x reader#cozage#✧˚law✧˚
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I was wondering if you could do a tjd girl story where y/n has a bunch of edits and its like always an edit of y/n please and thank you
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TJDG Short Story
Warnings: doesn’t follow a storyline
Today was the day that Y/N had to be in a room with the judgement day. Y/N was doing a video with WWE for their YouTube channel and they wanted judgement day to be with her.
She was currently getting her hair and makeup done with her favourite artist. One of the creative team members was talking to Y/N about the video idea. She was going to be watching edits of herself with the judgement day.
“Hey guys,” Y/N says, sitting down on the couch. The creative team made her sit in the middle of the couch. It was her in the middle, Rhea to her left, Dom to her right, and Damian and Finn behind her.
“Hey,” Rhea says.
“Okay, so we are going to show you guys edits and you react to them,” a member says.
“That’s it?” Finn asks.
“Yup, you guys can start anytime,” the member replies.
Y/N looks around at the four around her and they all give her a nod. She takes a deep breath, trying not to laugh.
“Hello, WWE universe it is me, Y/N Copeland and I’m joined with,” she says, trailing off.
“Rhea Ripley,” the girl to her right ways.
“Finn Balor,” he says.
“Damian Priest,” Damian says, tapping Y/N on the head.
“And Dominik Mysterio,” he says.
“Today we all got invited by our creative team to review edits of myself, maybe even of them,” she says.
“Apparently, you guys really wanted this,” Dominik says.
“First edit,” the team member says.
The five of them watch the screen. It was an edit of Y/N to the sound “That’s my type”. She watches as the edit goes on, a blush starts to coat her face.
“Are you blushing?” Finn asks.
“I never watch edits of myself this is why,” she says.
“You get flustered,” Dominik says, poking at her cheeks.
“Okay, Dom,” Rhea says, reaching across Y/N to stop him.
“Sorry Mami,” he quickly says.
“Next edit,” the team member says.
It’s an edit of Y/N again to the sound “backstabber”. It started with Rhea speaking about turning Dom into a man. Then Dom walks out, and it shows Y/N’s face.
“That was a good edit,” Y/N says, as it ended.
“Why’s that?” Damian asks.
“It shows my genuine emotion. What I was feeling in the moment of betrayal,” she replies.
“Well said,” Rhea complimented.
“Thanks Mami,” the girl smiles.
“Next edit,”
It was an edit of Y/N to “Body Paint” by Arctic Monkeys. It’s clips of Y/N when she turned on heel. Y/N lets out a breath and smiles.
“I personally want to say that moment where you turned heel was probably one of your best moments,” Finn says.
“Not the time I slapped The Undertaker back in ‘08,” she says, turning to look at him.
“Okay, that was slightly better, but the heel turn is iconic,” he says.
“Thank you,” she says, turning away from him.
“Here’s the next one,” the team member says.
The next edit showed Y/N when she was younger, standing ringside with Lita, then Y/N as her new look. It was to the sound of “Romantic Homicide” by d4vd.
“I don’t entirely think with my character that Y/N back in the ruthless regression era is ‘dead’. I think if someone were to come back from the era, she would be in new Y/N deep down. Maybe the person could even get her out of her heel,” she says.
“Wait, I like heel Y/N,” Dominik says, “She can’t go.”
“You like her when she’s beating us up,” Damian says.
“Yeah,” he says.
“I’ll put that in my mind. To beat you up even more,” Y/N chuckles.
“Next,”
This was an edit of Rhea, Dominik and Y/N. It was to the sound “Triple Threat x She Knows”.
“I wonder if people actually know we see edits that they make,” Y/N says.
“Probably,” Damian says.
“We are the triple threat,” Dominik says, putting an arm around Y/N. Placing his hand on Rhea’s shoulder.
“Get your arm off of me,” Y/N says, shaking it off.
“Who pissed in your coffee this morning?” Dominik asks.
As the next edit is played, Y/N shakes her head. The sound is ‘Heartbeat’ by Childish Gambino. It’s clips of Y/N and Dominik before his betrayal.
“People really love Dom and I before everything,” Y/N laughs.
“Well, he’s mami’s now,” Rhea says. Y/N rolls her eyes quickly. They were supposed to act somewhat in character.
“One more edit,” the person says.
The last edit was of Young Y/N and how she looks now that she’s grown up. The sound behind the edit was ‘where’d all the time go’ by Dr. Dog.
“Young Y/N is too cute,” Damian comments.
“What happened to that?” She asks.
“Anyway, they really like to edit younger you,” Rhea says.
“Well, I mean, I’ve basically been in this industry since I was 2 months old. Well, of course not wrestling, but being backstage and in my father’s storylines sometimes. They can get a lot of clips of younger me,” she says.
“Wrap it up,” the team member says.
“Okay guys, that was all for this video,” Damian says.
“How do you actually do this?” He asks.
“As you have heard, that was all for the video. We are WWE superstars. We are all on Monday night raw on USA at 8/7 central. Bye WWE universe,” Y/N says, waving.
#wwe x reader#wwe fanfiction#wwe imagine#dominik mysterio x reader#the judgement day#damian priest x reader#finn balor x reader#rhea ripley x reader#wwe
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"l’amore è cieco" - eren x reader - 18+!!!
back to the ti penso universe!!! finally!! did you guys miss it? i know i did; i am utterly obsessed with these two. i've had this sitting in my unfinished wip pile for way too long not to share.
our lovebirds have gotten the wedding all wrapped up with, so we're a solid four years past them reuniting in italy....and surprise! they're expecting!!!!! i could literally scream just writing that; the grip dad!eren has on me will never let up, i fear......anyways, this one's a little rough because i've picked it apart a thousand times and i'm just tired of editing, so you guys enjoy!!! sorry if it's not quite up to par :/
pairing: eren x reader
wc: 4k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, reader is pregnant, use of names (baby, mama, pretty, beautiful, etc), swearing, vaginal sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, lactation kink, creampie, crying, tooth-rotting fluff
title means "love is blind" in italian, per tradition w this verse <3
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Right on schedule with your new daily, depressing routine, you stand in front of the mirror running your hands over your body, examining the recent changes. On second thought, scrutinizing might be a better word.
You’re grateful your job has allowed you to work from home for your entire pregnancy, editing articles from the journalists who can actually travel while snuggled up on your couch, but the downside of it is that you’ve had far too much time to mull on all of the ways your body has stretched and warped to accommodate the growing little girl in your stomach. You thought pregnancy was supposed to be beautiful, and sometimes it is, but more often than not, you just feel like a swollen, hormonal mess.
You “popped”, as all the mommy podcasts say, about two weeks ago, and thin stretch marks have begun to appear on your stomach. Eren calls them your “tiger stripes”, having been in full-blown cringe dad mode since the day you took the test. Bizarre cravings control you at all hours of the day, evidenced by the little black crumbs you’re picking out of your sports bra, left behind by your fourteen-Oreo breakfast today. You gaze longingly at the jewelry box on your bathroom counter; you haven’t been able to wear your wedding band in weeks, the tan line already beginning to fade from your finger. Before you can get a hold of yourself, the hormones have you in their grip, and hot, frustrated tears are spilling down your cheeks.
“Babe, have you seen that tie with the red–” Eren materializes in the doorway with absolutely no warning, as he’s prone to do, but cuts himself off at the sight of you, “baby, no, again?”
“Don’t say it like that,” you say, reluctantly allowing him to take you in his arms.
“Like what?” Eren’s voice is sweet, but hesitant. He’s been living under the constant threat of getting his head bitten off for mundane reasons because of you. It makes you feel worse, makes you shove him away and glare at him accusingly.
“Like I’m always fucking crying.” You are always crying, but you wish he would at least muster up some semblance of surprise at finding you in tears yet again. You turn away from him, wiping your face in the mirror. “Shouldn’t you be packing? Your flight leaves in like, three hours.”
“I’ll cancel,” Eren coos, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, picking your belly up in his hands.
It’s some hack he got off Tik Tok, supposed to take the weight off of your back for a precious moment, and as much as you don’t necessarily want to be touched right now, it actually helps. You’ve been alternating between thinking Eren’s overenthusiastic parenting research is adorable and mind-numbingly annoying, but for the moment, your back has stopped aching for the first time all morning, and you sigh, leaning into him.
“You can’t cancel,” you murmur, momentarily soothed, “‘s a big client. Where is it again? France?”
“I just got back from France, Miss Pregnancy Brain,” Eren chuckles, quieting immediately upon catching your lethal gaze in the mirror. “It’s just over in LA, and honestly, I could have Hitch go if you need me.”
“No, I can take care of myself, it’s just like…” a fresh wave of tears spills down your cheeks, “fuck, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”
Eren nods into your shoulder, letting you sniffle. It’s not a new trait, your outright refusal to ask for help, but it’s been exacerbated by your pregnancy, especially considering exactly how much help you actually need now.
You’ve taken custody of all of his sweatpants, not yet able to bring yourself to buy maternity clothes. You’d walked in sobbing and humiliated the other day because you’d peed yourself on the long elevator ride up to your apartment in front of the neighbors. You can’t sleep on your stomach anymore; Eren has to prop himself up just right beside you and sandwich you between himself and a wall of pillows to stop you from turning. You know it hurts him seeing you miserable, and you try to suck it up and enjoy the positives of pregnancy as much as you can, but you can’t muster up that strength every day.
“Hush,” Eren pulls your wet face to his chest, letting you stain the Number 1 Dad! t-shirt he had bought himself. “I’m not going.”
“Eren–”
“I’m not,” he says firmly, rubbing small circles into the bottom of your spine, “you need me here, whether you want to admit it or not.”
You grumble complacently, nuzzling into him. You do need him, as much as you want to think you can tough it out on your own. Eren’s bought book after book, not just for the baby, but for you. Most nights you find him reading titles like You’ve Made the Baby…Now What? or How to Survive Pregnancy: A Guide for Men with his feet propped up on the coffee table, a habit that, despite your efforts, you cannot nag him out of. It’s cute, honestly, how over-the-top he’s gotten with baby prep, especially when you’re often too exhausted to wrap your mind around reading a parenting guide.
“I feel ugly,” you admit quietly, sticky and snotty against his shirt. “I feel disgusting.”
“What?” Eren’s reaction is one of genuine confusion. He pushes you away from him so he can search your face, waiting patiently for you to elaborate.
“I’m gaining an obscene amount of weight, my ankles are the size of my knees, I can’t wear a single one of my rings, what am I supposed to feel like?”
Eren frowns. “Those things are supposed to happen. I read last night–”
“I don’t care!” Your voice cracks under the weight of your frustration, and you press your fingers into your eyes hard enough to see stars, trying to regain control of your temper. “I don’t care that it’s supposed to happen. It still sucks.”
“I think you’re beautiful,” Eren sounds earnest, but you scoff at him anyway.
“We’re married. You’re supposed to say that.”
“I don’t have to.”
You cock an eyebrow at him. “If you want your head to stay on your shoulders you do.”
Eren laughs at that, tugging you over to stand between his legs as he sits on the bed. “So, you’re serious? You genuinely don’t think you look good pregnant?”
“No,” you rub at your nose, “I don’t.”
Eren looks up at you, cupping your face gently. “I disagree.”
“Do you really?”
“I think you look better than ever.”
“That’s an insult to non-pregnant me,” you roll your eyes, moving to step away, but Eren holds you tight between his legs.
“It’s not,” he insists, “there’s just some things your pregnant body has that you didn’t necessarily have before. Some things that I like.”
You cock an eyebrow at him. “Cankles?”
Eren chuckles breathily, shaking his head. “I adore your cankles, but they weren't exactly the first thing that came to mind. Take these, for one thing.”
Eren presses his nose into your sports bra, hands moving up underneath to palm at your swollen tits. You let out a breathy laugh as he explores, already feeling a low heat beginning to simmer in your core. That’s one perk of entering your second trimester; your hormones might turn on a dime, but your sex drive has skyrocketed.
Eren shoves your bra up to free your tits, groaning appreciatively as he takes a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking. You watch as he feels his way around with his mouth, humming contentedly under your breath, when suddenly, his eyes fly open and he shoots away from you.
“What?”
Eren shushes you, bringing a hand to the breast that had been in his mouth and squeezing lightly. White liquid beads on your nipple, and you cover your face in shame.
“When did that start?”
“A few days ago,” you admit, trying to push his hands off of you, cheeks burning. Eren swats you away, leaning back into your nipple, sucking harder. You can feel a small stream of milk leaving you, relieving some of the pressure in your tits; a moan rumbles deep in Eren’s chest, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Eren releases your nipple with a loud pop and looks up at you panting, eyes blown wide.
“Is it weird that that’s kinda hot?”
“Probably.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” you hum, threading your hands through his hair and urging him back to your chest, “feels good.”
That’s all Eren needs to hear, diving back into your chest with renewed vigor. As he continues, you realize it doesn’t just feel good, it actually feels incredible. You’ve always had sensitive breasts, but with the pregnancy, sensation has increased tenfold; you can feel your panties getting wetter as the weight of your full breast decreases. When Eren’s gotten all he can from your left nipple, he moves to your right, replacing his mouth on the now-abandoned nipple with his hand to twist gently at the wet skin.
The combined sensation makes your knees buckle; Eren saves you smoothly by wrapping an arm around your lower back, yanking you to him to straddle his leg. It’s the perfect angle for you to roll your hips against his thigh slowly, feeling the much-needed friction of his sweatpants against your cunt.
“Eren…” you breathe out, voice nothing more than a wisp of air.
“I know baby,” Eren speaks directly into your flesh, not willing to back away for even a moment, “feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Feels so good,” you whimper, clutching him to you with fistfuls of his hair.
“Told you this new body’s not so bad, hm?” Eren closes his teeth down on your nipple lightly; you almost keel over from the shockwave it sends through you.
You nod, rubbing yourself against his thigh faster. It’s awkward and cumbersome with your belly in the way, but it’s enough for now, enough to light your nerves on fire in that way that only Eren’s ever been able to.
“Fuckin’ ridiculous,” Eren mutters, grabbing onto your hips to help you get your rhythm right, “you’re so perfect, and you don’t even see it.”
Your fingers dig into his arms as you moan. “But my stomach–”
“But nothing,” Eren kisses you, mumbling into your mouth, “love your stomach, love your tits, love all of it. You think it doesn’t make me so fucking hard, watching you walk around with that big belly and knowing what it came from? I did that. We did that, didn’t we baby?”
“Mhm,” you bite into his shoulder, the friction on your clit through your sweatpants is getting to your head, making you dizzy. “Eren, Eren–”
“Sh sh sh,” Eren shushes you, moving so that he can look you in the eyes, “what do you need? Tell me.”
“I don’t– I don’t know, I just…” you can’t find the words, so in need of him that you can’t even decide what sounds best. His mouth? His fingers? All of it?
“Okay, okay,” Eren says quietly, standing you both up only to lay you against the pillows, “I’ve gotcha.”
He nudges his sweatpants down your legs, bringing your panties with them, spreads your legs so he can see the most intimate part of you. Eren brings his hand to your clit, rubbing tentatively, but you’re so desperate for him that it’s enough to make your back arch, a long, throaty moan ripping out of you. He lays beside you, gently playing with your clit and watching in awe at the reaction you give him, already a blubbering mess after only a few minutes.
“So sensitive, aren’t you mama?”
“Yes,” you hiss out through clenched teeth, a fresh wave of arousal flooding you at the name, “s-so sensitive. Need to cum, I need, n-need–”
“I’ll make you cum,” Eren promises, sinking a finger into you, “I’ll make you cum, baby.”
“Fuck, Eren, it’s– I can’t–”
“Feel good?”
“So fucking good,” you’re basically sobbing at this point, fingers clenched into the muscles of his bicep, clinging to him and humping his hand. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sex over the first trimester (“What if I hit the baby’s head?” Eren had asked nervously whenever you approached him) or the rawness of the sensation against your over-sensitive body, but you’ve never been so close to your orgasm so quickly.
You don’t hold out long; Eren’s skilled with even just one finger, and before long, you’re crying out his name, gushing all over his hand. Eren presses his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss despite having utterly destroyed you less than thirty seconds ago.
“Ready for me?”
“Sit,” you pant, pointing to the massive stack of pillows against your headboard. Eren raises his eyebrows in surprise, but does as he’s told, only pausing to pull his clothes off. The loss of the stupid dad t-shirt is a relief as much as feeling his bare chest under your hands. Due to your hormones, you’ve thrown Eren out of the house several times, and you’ve demanded to be alone enough to where his only solution is to go to the gym downstairs and work out until you’ve calmed down. It shows: his chest has grown broader and stronger, and the veins on his arms are nearly popping through the skin. “You look good.”
“Yeah?” Eren offers a shit-eating grin, flexing his bicep ever so subtly. “You should see yourself.”
“You seriously think I look good like this?” You’re straddling his hips now, rubbing your clit on his bare cock. It’s a lewd sight, his cock drooling on his abs, glistening with your cum; your cunt clenches around nothing, more than ready to be filled.
“Mhm, you look so fucking good like that,” Eren grunts, hands finding your hips again and lifting you up to sink you down on his cock, both of you letting out loud, satisfied groans, “but you look much better like this.”
You grind your hips against his, not possessing the energy to bounce your now-heavier body, but it makes you see stars. Eren rarely lets you ride him, much preferring to bend you over or pin you to the bed himself, but with your bump, you now have an excuse to hop on top of him whenever you like. It’s been close to a decade of fucking him, but the full stretch of him never fails to shock you, the way he pushes into you until you’re positive he’s in your stomach. With Eren sitting up, his cock stays firmly nestled against your g-spot, pushing little bits of squirt out of you with each movement of your hips.
“Eren–” you whimper, holding your breasts as you rock into him.
“Shit- you’re so tight like this,” Eren says through his clenched jaw, throwing his head back against the headboard, “why don’t you ride me more often?”
“You don’t let me,” you say with a watery giggle.
“Stupid,” Eren gasps, “‘m so fucking stupid.”
You’re too fucked out to voice your agreement, opting for sliding a hand down your body to flick at your clit. You can’t quite reach it around your bump, though, a discontented noise leaving your lips. Eren opens his eyes, takes notice of the way you’re hunching your back, and swats your hand away.
“I got it, I got it,” he pants, tucking his hand underneath your swollen belly to rub your clit just the way he knows you like it.
“Oh, f-fuck,” you choke out, throwing your head back.
“Good?”
“Yeah,” you hiss, “‘s perfect.”
“Take what you need, mama,” Eren’s watching you intently, a glimmer of admiration in his eye, “take what you need.”
You’re moaning pitifully, loud and wanton as Eren’s cock moves inside of you. Your cunt tightens around him desperately as the bubble building in your stomach threatens to explode.
“Think you get wetter like this, all swollen with my baby,” Eren muses, leaning forward to latch his mouth around one of your nipples where more milk has already started to pool. His words have a visceral reaction on you; you cry, tears welling in your eyes as you spiral towards your release.
“I think–I think I’m gonna– oh fuck, don’t stop,” you croon, rocking your hips as fast as you can manage. Eren mumbles around your nipple, something about how beautiful you look, and you come undone around him, grinding your hips hard against his and cradling him to your chest. He might have a point- there’s damn near a puddle of your arousal at the base of where you’re connected, slicking up the skin on his hips and the inside of your thighs.
“Better?” Eren pulls you in for a kiss; you can feel him grinning through it.
“Maybe a little,” you admit, laughing light and watery against his mouth.
“Mmm,” Eren hums, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you only to drop you down again and turn your laughter to a quiet whimper, “not good enough. Need you to be much better.”
“Fuck me, then,” you nip at his bottom lip, earn yourself a deep groan.
“Can you— can you hold yourself up like this?” Eren scooches both of you down, albeit, a little awkwardly, so that he can lay flat on the bed. He moves you up until you’ve only got him halfway inside of you, cocking a questioning eyebrow at you.
“Yeah, I–I think so.”
“And you’re sure I’m not going to hurt–”
“Jesus Christ– no Eren, it’s fine, just– fuck,” he cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips up into yours, grinning menacingly when your eyes roll back.
“Like that?”
“Just like that,” you moan, annoyance wiped from you with one clean stroke. Eren takes that for the green light that it is and starts pistoning his hips up into you, swearing under his breath. Even though he’d instructed you to hold yourself up, he makes good use of his new muscles, suspending you at the perfect height to feel every inch of him as he fucks up into you like his life depends on it.
“You look so fucking gorgeous like this,” Eren growls, “all swollen with my fuckin’ baby. Gonna keep you like this, give you as many as you want.”
“Eren–” you choke out, suffocating on the way he’s fucking you, his words, him. For the first time in months, you feel amazing, holding your chest and groaning long and loud as Eren thrusts up into you.
“Baby, I’m- fuck, not gonna–” Eren cuts himself off with something that sounds suspiciously close to a whimper, throwing his head back.
“Cum in me,” you pant, nodding urgently at him, “want it so bad.”
“Oh fuck,” Eren groans, hips moving impossibly faster. His fingers are digging into your hips near to the point of pain, and that little frown he makes when he’s about to cum is crumpling his face. You do want it, badly.
“Please Eren, I need it,” you gasp, legs trembling on either side of his hips.
“Fucking love you, love you so much,” Eren slurs, hips stuttering. With a long, throaty moan, he slams you down one final time, cumming deep inside of you. You grind against him as he does, moaning along with him at the familiar warmth in your belly. Exhausted, you momentarily forget about your bump and try to collapse facefirst on him- that’s enough to snap Eren out of his post-orgasm haze.
“Whoa, whoa,” Eren shoves you back upright, lifting you under your shoulders and laying you on your back, “careful.”
You wince. “Shit, sorry. Sometimes I forget. It’s still sort of new.”
“I know,” Eren agrees, eyes locked lovingly on your baby bump, “love it, though.”
“Really?”
Eren cocks a disbelieving eyebrow at you. “If that didn’t convince you, I don’t know what will.”
You giggle at that; he’s always been good at this, cheering you up and diffusing your worries like it’s second nature. After ten years, it probably is at this point.
“I don’t mean to be so down on myself, really,” you sigh, tracing a finger over where his hand’s splayed on your stomach, “it’s just…so much harder than I thought it would be.”
Eren nods thoughtfully. “That’s reasonable. But you’re so good at it.”
“I haven’t even– what?” The insecurities that you’ve been successfully masking under good natured teasing and occasional annoyance come slipping from between your lips. You’ve thought it for weeks; how Eren’s so into all the baby stuff, so enthusiastic about learning everything he can, while all you’ve managed is trying not to gag when he cooks eggs in the morning and picking out some onesies. “What about all of your books and your podcasts and crap? You’re the one doing everything.”
“That’s all I can do,” Eren scoffs, “you’re doing all the hard stuff, like carrying the baby around and puking every morning and crying all the time–”
“Hey!”
“I’m serious,” Eren shushes you, “you’re putting in all the legwork. I mean, you’re literally growing our baby. You’re a fucking rockstar mom already. If anyone’s not doing enough here, it’s me.”
That’s one thing about Eren that will never get easier; his deep, unwavering admiration for you, no matter what you’re doing. Sure, it’s endearing when Eren spins you around in his arms for something as simple as finally getting that croissant recipe to come out well, but when he’s praising you for something that’s actually difficult? It’s sweet enough to give you a cavity, warm your heart, and turn your cheeks pink all at once, even after all this time.
“Well, if you’d like to take a shift carrying her around, be my guest. She’s a chunky little thing already,” you roll your eyes, tucking your face into Eren’s ribs to mask the flush rising to your face.
“I’d do it for you if I could,” Eren sighs in faux-thoughtfulness, “but I wouldn’t look half as hot.”
You giggle furiously when he lands a slap to your ass, swatting at his chest. “God, it still doesn’t feel real, does it? A little girl that’s half you, half me.”
“It does and it doesn’t,” Eren shrugs, bringing a hand back to your stomach, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been thinking about it since Italy.”
You gape at him. “That long?”
“You know I’m always ahead of you on this stuff,” Eren teases, squeezing your cheeks together, “knew I wanted you first, knew I wanted you back first, knew we should get married…”
“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes at his bragging, “it’s just, like…are we ready? To do this?”
“This?” Eren cocks his head.
“The whole…‘parents’ thing.”
“Putting aside the fact that you're way too late to be having those kinds of thoughts,” Eren says, rubbing your lower back, “of course we’re ready. There’s no perfect parents, but I believe in us– believe in you. Gonna be the best mama any baby’s ever had, I know you will.”
“I don’t even…oh, Eren.” You’re tearing up again–damn hormones. Eren wipes at your tears, planting a big kiss on your forehead.
“I mean it. You’re going to be great, already are,” he says, smiling down at you. He holds you just like that for a few moments, letting you nuzzle into his chest, until his little grin grows wicked. “Although…the only thing I can say I am worried about is which one of us is going to accidentally teach her her first swear word. Should we bet on it?"
Even through your tears, you cock an eyebrow at him. “You and I both know that’s going to be Jean. Especially after what you taught Clara the last time we babysat.”
Eren barks out a laugh. “Hey, hearing her call Jean ‘Daddy Jackass’ was funny, and you know it!”
“Thanks for reminding me,” you smirk, “now I know what I’m teaching our little girl first.”
“No way!”
#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren jaeger smut#eren yeager smut#aot x reader#snk x reader#snk fanfiction#aot fanfiction#eren jaeger fanfic#eren jaeger fanfiction#ti penso universe#ti penso uni
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won't let you go (e.m.)
pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
summary: spending time with Eddie: talking about your days, futures, and enjoying each others company <3
contains: fluff, comfort, brief and non-descriptive mention of childhood trauma, clingy!eddie if you squint lol, please let me know if i missed something!
word count: 942
a/n: im just trying to fill the Eddie-shaped hole in my chest, i miss him a lot. not edited sorryyyy. 3rd time trying to post this because its not showing in the tags and i hate this site.
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“hey sweetness.” Eddie’s familiar lips press against the top of your head, giving you a quick kiss.
you’re sitting in your room, on a bench that allows you to look outside. it’s a rainy day and you love watching the weather from your window, but you seem to have lost track of time when you get startled by your boyfriend’s presence.
“hi there, pretty boy.” you smile, scooting away from the wall so he can sit with your body between his legs and your head on his chest.
his arms wrap you into a hug and it makes you giggle, still after over a year of dating you haven’t gotten used to how much he loves to show you affection.
“how was your day?” you ask him with a yawn, settling into his hold.
“long, but better now that I’m with you.” his face presses into the back of your head and you know he's smiling. “what about you? what did you do today?”
“I finished my book this morning, but I couldn’t go get a new one because I didn't really want to drive in the storm.”
“you should've called me. I would've stopped and gotten it for you, silly.”
“but then I’d have to wait even longer to see you.” you tilt your head up to face him and pucker your lips, signifying you want a kiss and he naturally grants your wish.
“god you’re so cute.” he smiles against your lips, pecking them one more time before you lean forward slightly.
“where are you going?” he whines, gripping you a little tighter to keep you close to him.
“I just have to pee, I’ll be right back!” you laugh, squirming out of his arms.
“how long?”
“like 3 minutes! promise.” he releases you and you scurry off to the bathroom.
“see, told ya I’d be fast.” you tell him, walking back into your room.
“3 minutes and 36 seconds.” he teases, trying his best to hold his frown but it’s no use and a smile peaks through his lips.
you sit back with him, laying on his chest once again and looking out the window. it’s days like this when you really take the time to appreciate how much you care for him. how much you love him. something so simple like watching the rain together brings you so much joy your heart could burst.
“what do you want to do after graduation?”
“I think I want to travel, not go back to school right away.” you answer honestly, seeing as you’re young and there’s no reason to rush into settling down.
“oh there’s no way I’m going back to school.”
“of course not, you’re gonna go on tour and become famous. gonna leave me in the dust.”
“nah, you’ll be my little roadie.” it’s quiet for minute as you picture the two of you traveling the world together. “do you want kids?”
that’s unexpected.
“um… I don't know yet.”
“what do you mean?”
“I don’t want to screw them up.” you pause for a beat, “I don't want them to go through what I had to.”
“you’re nothing like your parents.” he reassures you, “you are so caring and considerate. so loving. and their trauma… baby, their trauma wasn’t an excuse to hurt you.”
you know he’s right. you didn’t deserve anything you went through. even though they’ve tried to make amends with you, it’s still deeply engraved in your memories. you fought your whole life to become the complete opposite of your family. you’re still fighting.
“do you want kids?” you ask him, still not sure on your own answer.
“I want whatever you want.”
“I meant like… like if we didn’t end up together.”
“oh, no! you’re not allowed to leave me.” he squeezes you tighter, rocking you back and forth gently.
“you can’t predict the future though.”
“didn’t I tell you? I’m actually a psychic and know that you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
you giggle at his words. that’s the thing about Eddie. even when the conversation takes an emotional turn, he’s always there to ground you and let you know he’s there for you before cracking a joke to lighten the mood. it’s just one of the many reasons you love him.
you continue to lay into him, craving the closeness. you turn to look out the window again, the rain picking up which gives you an idea.
“can… can we do something crazy?”
“I love crazy.”
you grab his hand, dragging him out of your bedroom and through the house. you head right out the front door. you look back to see his face, hoping he wouldn’t look like it was a bad idea. the ear-to-ear cheesy grin he has is all it takes for you to let his hand go and start spinning in the rain.
you laugh as you jump in puddles, playing in the rain, and just feeling free. feeling young again. like this is what your childhood should’ve been filled with.
Eddie runs up behind you, capturing you into his arms as he picks you up and the two of you spin together in the rain. both of you completely soaked but neither of you caring that you could get sick from the wetness and cold wind.
a sudden crack of thunder startles the two of you, and you wrap your arms around him tightly so you don’t fall.
“not to worry, sweetheart. I gotcha. I won’t let you go.” he leans in to kiss you, a moment that made the world stop spinning. one that reminded you that he is your safe place.
he is your family.
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7th Anniversary Scout | Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Prologue~
Sakyo: Director-san. Which pair is up next?
Izumi: Masumi-kun and Misumi-kun. But it seems like they’re not done changing yet.
Staff: Next is Sakuma-san and Mikage-san, please head to get your makeup done!
Sakuya: Okay!
Hisoka: Understood.
Tenma: Having everyone do a photoshoot on the same day is pretty chaotic, huh?
Taichi: The staff members sure seem to be working hard!
Banri: I mean, it is a pretty big project, so they’ve gotta get fired up too.
Chikage: It is the Veludo Station Redevelopment Project Commemoration Event, isn’t it?
Izumi: That’s right.
Izumi: (But I still really can’t believe our company was asked to be the ambassadors and navigators for such a big event…)
Citron: Director, Kazu and I have finished our photoshoot safely~!
Izumi: Good work, how’d it go?
Kazunari: Aside from shooting the ads for the event, we had tons of fun with the offshoot pics too!
Izumi: I mean, that makes sense since the purpose of offshoots is that you get to pose however you like.
Itaru: By the way, we’ve all been split into pairs this time. How’d you choose all of the combos?
Tsumugi: I think they were chosen by both the redevelopment project and the people in charge of “VELUDO” since they’re working together for this event.
Azuma: I heard that too. And because the people in charge of “VELUDO” are already familiar with us.
Juza: Good work, Director
Kumon: Hey, hey, what did you think of our photos!?
Izumi: I think it was really nice to see how well you two get along.
Staff: You can see the photos from the shoot on the laptop over here, if you’d like to take a look.
Muku: Wah, really? I’d love to!
Tasuku: You want to check them out too?
Omi: Sure, let’s do that.
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Izumi: Thank you so much for your help today.
VELUDO Representative: The pleasure is ours. Let’s continue working together to make the redevelopment project a success.
Izumi: Of course!
VELUDO Representative: However, the Inste for the commemorative event that we’ve been posting on prior to the actual event isn’t nearly as the other one.
Izumi: Is that so?
VELUDO Representative: Yes, the follower count hasn’t grown at all. We’re hoping that more people will get to know about us, but…
Izumi: Well, if there’s anything we can do to help, please let us know.
VELUDO Representative: No, no, you’re already helping us out with the web edition of “VELUDO”, we couldn’t possibly ask you to do more.
Izumi: It’s okay. We want to make this event a success, so we’d love to help out.
VELUDO Representative: If you’re really willing to go that far, then we’d like to ask you a small favor…
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Izumi: …And so, each of you will shoot a video introducing one place somewhere in Veludo Town and post it to Inste.
Tsuzuru: Do we get to choose the places ourselves?
Izumi: Yeah, the idea is to introduce a place you like or recommend.
Homare: I see. That sounds quite interesting.
Azami: Filmin’ the videos by ourselves sounds kinda hard. Wouldn’t it be better to have someone else film it for us?
Guy: Then why don’t we pair up again and film for each other?
Masumi: Sounds good. I’ll pair up with you, Director.
Izumi: I’m not posting something, you have to pair up with someone else!
Masumi: …Okay.
Sakuya: How should we pick the pairs? By roommates, or by drawing lots…?
Misumi: How about we draw triangles~?
Yuki: That sounds hard to pull together.
Tsumugi: Ah, I know… what if we use the pairs from the ad photoshoot?
Banri: Makes sense. I mean, they are for the same event.
Sakyo: Sounds good. Well then, we’ll shoot the videos for Inste in the same pairs we did the ad photoshoot in.
Izumi: And when you post the videos to Inste, you can post the offshoot photos you took today with them.
Tenma: Right, the ones we took on our phones.
Izumi: Yep, yep. I’ll send the data over to you guys later.
Izumi: Well then, everyone, please film your own videos in time for your individual posting dates.
Kazunari & Taichi: Roger that!
#a3!#a3! translation#// kinda out of order considering i already tl’ed sakuya and misumi’s cards but
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Nameless Ghouls pt.2
I’m not as happy with this one, I might edit it :/ but I was feeling a lot of love for mountain today soooo here’s this
No warnings again, eventually I’ll give some nsfw stuff
You walked down the corridor holding a stack of set lists. The new set lists for the next tour, one for each ghoul.
You were taking it to the practice room where the ghouls were “jamming” as they called it.
You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers. They all lined up with their hands out ready to take a copy. Mountain was last and when took his copy he gave you a toothy grin that made you giggle.
You sat on a small stool and watched them practice. Occasionally one would dance over towards you, throw a pick at you to make you smile. You felt bad for mountain though, being behind his drum kit the entire time he couldn’t get up to as many shenanigans as the others, even Swiss and the ghoulettes get to dance, shimmie.
You picked up your little stool and moved it over behind him, you smiled as he briefly glimpsed at you, he grinned again.
He was so powerful, you’d never noticed the pure power he put into his music. Even at a practice session you could feel the shaking through the floor and you could see sweat beading down his neck. You could even hear him slightly singing along to each song, looking behind him to smile at you when he paused. You also appreciated siting at the back as it gave you a better view of Swiss and the girls.
Once they’d finished practicing, they all got up one by one, Swiss, Rain and Cirrus gave you a kiss on the forehead before they left. As you got up to leave you heard fidgeting behind you, Mountain was still sat by his drum kit.
“You wanna learn?” He asked sheepishly?
“I could show you… if ya want. He’d always seemed like the shy one to you, maybe that’s why he preferred to hide behind his drums.
“Sure.”
“Come here then.” He gestured to his stool, where you sat, and he pulled the other one behind it. Taking your arms, he guided your hands slowly, his tall torso and long arms made it easy for him to reach, that and the proximity at which he was sat to you.
“I see why you like this, it’s very cathartic!” You laughed banging around on the different drums and cymbals. You could feel him laugh back, you could feel his breath in your neck.
Mountain was gentle, despite his force on the drums you felt barely any pressure on your arms, but they were staring to ache a little, you weren’t used to this sort of movement.
“Can we stop? I’m getting a bit tired.”
He backed up, “yeah I’m sorry” he scratched the back of his neck and got up. Fiddling with his drumsticks he looked nervous. “You can go if you want, you probably have a lot to do.” He laughed.
“Actually I’m all done for the day, you wanna get something to eat? You’re probably quite hungry after all that.”
He lit up like you’d never seen. “That’d be great!”
He took your hand to walk out of the room, pulling it up to his mouth quickly and kissed it.
#nameless ghouls x reader#ghost band#ghost x reader#mountain ghoul#sodo ghoul#swiss ghost#cirrus ghoulette#nameless ghouls
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Book: Crimes of Passion
Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emma Rose (F!MC)
Rating: Teen
Word count: 1138
Summary: Five times Trystan asked Emma to move in with him and the one time she said yes.
A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge, rainbow prompts + National Take a Walk in the Park day (both in the fourth vignette).
One
“No offense, but old New York apartments are a menace,” Trystan says, opening his door wider to let Emma in.
“I’ve lost half my plays,” she complains as she drops her overnight bag on the floor. “My Folio editions were spared, but my collection of second-hand Penguins is a soggy wreck.”
“Not to be insensitive to your predicament, but I’m more worried about other things.”
“Like my furniture?”
“That, and the fact that your apartment flooding means the probability of mold in the very near future.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m not looking forward to a mold infection.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Can I stay with you for a few days?”
“I hoped that went without saying.”
“Thanks.” She looks around. “I don’t think I’ve ever spent more than a couple nights in a row here. It’ll be a little weird staying longer than that.”
“Maybe we should see it as a sign.”
“Of what?”
“That you should move in here.”
She snorts. “Yeah, let’s ask Ruby and Luke while we’re at it. Make a commune out of it.”
He could tell her he wasn’t kidding, but if that’s her reaction to what she thinks is a joke, she definitely isn’t ready. So he files it away for now.
“Come on, I’ll make you dinner.”
She sighs. “I really love you.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Two
He tries again a month later. They’re lying in bed on a Sunday morning, lazing about and enjoying a rare day off. Tracing a hand down her side, relishing the warmth of her skin, he doesn’t even think before the words are out of his mouth. “Move in with me.”
She goes completely still. “Here?”
“Yes? We can look for someplace else if you want, but I've always thought you liked my apartment.”
“I do, it’s just…” She seems to be searching for the right words. “We’ve only been together for three months.”
“And in that time, we took down three killers, an extortion ring masquerading as a cult, the Russian mob, and a jewel thief. Besides, if spending a month with my family didn’t send you running for the hills, nothing will. Move in with me.”
“Trystan…”
“That’s a no tone if I ever heard one.”
“It’s been three months,” she says again. “It’s too soon.”
“Very well. We can revisit the topic later.” He pulls her on top of him. “In the meantime, I have a few ideas about how to spend today.”
She smiles against his lips. “I’m all ears.”
Three
They’ve just stumbled into his apartment, both bleeding from various scrapes and cuts, and bruising already forming on their bodies.
Never again, Trystan swears, will they go after a pair of knife-wielding accidental kidnappers amped up on methamphetamine.
“Ugh.” She winces when she places a hand on her stomach. “Why couldn’t this happen closer to my apartment? I have an actual first aid kit there, not the pitiful thing you think passes for one.”
“You could keep your first aid kit here. You know, if you lived here.”
Emma groans. “You’re seriously bringing up moving in together now?”
“Why not? I love you. Do you love me?”
Even when aching from half a dozen different body parts, she can’t resist teasing him. “Well…”
He waves this off. “You love me. So why not move in with me? I’ve got a better coffee machine and wi-fi connection anyway.”
“Can’t argue with that one. But it is, I am forced to repeat, much too soon.”
He shrugs. “As you wish. Pass me those bandages, will you?”
Four
They’re walking down Central Park, both holding a cup of coffee and enjoying the balmy spring breeze. A motley of flowers explodes around them, a vibrant jumble of colors and scents. Trystan takes a deep breath. “God, I love this time of year.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to beat New York in the spring.”
He laces his fingers with hers. “Or this particular spot in the city. This is your favorite coffee shop, isn’t it?”
“One of them.”
“It’s only a couple of blocks from my apartment.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, here we go.”
“You’re practically living there already,” he points out.
“I keep a toothbrush and a set of workout clothes there. Not quite the same thing.”
“Semantics. If your things live with me, why can’t you?”
“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking. I’d be there all the time.”
“Yes, I believe that goes without saying.”
“Most couples that live together don’t also work together. We’d be on top of each other nonstop.”
“Can’t say I’d mind that,” he says with a grin, then laughs when she gives him a light shove. “Fine. I’ll ask again next month.”
Five
“So when are you two taking the plunge?” Luke asks.
They’ve just left Mafalda’s house after dinner, a dinner where he and Ruby announced that they’re moving in together. Appalled, she turns to him. “Luke! Rude!”
“Oh, today isn’t about us.” Emma chimes in. “I’d rather talk about when you’re going to ask Ruby to marry you.”
When he flushes bright red, she smirks. “That’s what I thought.”
Once they’re in his car, Trystan turns to her. “You know, Luke makes an excellent point. When are we taking the plunge?”
She gives him a sideways glance. “Of course you’re going to jump on that. I’m almost surprised you didn’t say anything back there.”
“I would never.” Taken aback that she’d think otherwise, he cuts her a look. “First of all, that was their moment. And second, using others to convince you falls outside the bounds of fair play.”
“I know.” Her voice has gone a lot softer. “I’m just teasing.”
“Besides,” he adds. “I wasn’t particularly eager to hear you say no in front of all our friends.”
She gives him an odd look. “And you’re sure I would have said no, huh?”
“Evidence points to yes.”
“Hmm.” But she doesn’t say anything else afterwards.
Six
Emma stretches from her spot on the couch after the longest workday in recent memory. “God, I hate paperwork days. I’m too tired to move. Okay if I stay over tonight?”
“Sure. Or you could just move in already,” Trystan says, reaching for the remote.
“Okay.”
His hand freezes in mid-air. “Sorry, what?”
“I’ll move in.”
He blinks. “You’ll move in. With me?”
“Unless you’re planning to move out, yeah.” At his blank look, she seems to shrink a little. “But hey, if you’ve changed your mind…”
A slow smile spreads over his face. “Oh, not even close. Took you long enough.”
“From where I’m standing, it took me just long enough.”
“You would find a way to argue about this.”
“Does that surprise you?”
“Not remotely.” He tugs her into his arms and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Welcome home, Emma.”
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☆ stalker au: you flirting back!
starring. . . gender neutral reader and america + england. warning: some nsfw towards the end of alfred’s part. general stalker stuff.
author notes; something self indulgent fr
> alfred f. jones!
— he called you up, thinking it’d be a normal phone call just like any other. he’d tease you before scaring you a bit. then jones would hang up just as you were getting ready to chastise him. he likes to keep you on your toes at all times. today was different, however.. today it was you keeping him on his toes. you had been thinking about his calls for a while, wondering how to deal with them. after a while, you came to a conclusion— it was so simple, so obvious that you were amazed that you hadn’t figured it out sooner! it was all a prank. probably for television or something. this guy wasn’t really a stalker.. he was just pretending to be one. it was the only clear answer. it was the only answer that you were comfortable with accepting. with that in mind… you decided to give his prank show a little bit of new content. something.. exciting.
— “hey gorgeous,” alfred said, hiding by one of the bushes in your backyard. it’s a little cramped but he had made a little nook out of the small space between your bushes. it was his home away from home. “how was your day today?”
— you responded normally, deciding to keep things tame for now. conversation was pretty smooth until he suddenly chose to switch things up. he just loved to creep you out for shits and giggles. “i can see you in your bedroom through your upstairs window,” jones said casually, idly messing with a piece of his hair as he spoke, “you look nice today, by the way.”
— this was the moment you were waiting for. he wanted prank content? fine! here it was. you paused for a second before replying, “thank you.. you know.. if you’re nice, maybe i’ll give you something better to look at.. something more.. interesting.” you spoke into the phone softly, your voice low and somewhat seductive in nature. the tone of your voice alone was enough to make alfred’s eyes widen and his face flush red. he snapped his head to look at your window, intently watching as you laid yourself on your bed. regardless of whether or not it was supposed to be a sexy sort of movement, he found it wildly attractive. and just like that, he was horny…
— there was nothing but silence as he tried to get himself together. of course, you didn’t know about his.. situation. you started to feel a little guilty. what if it wasn’t a prank show but.. a pranking youtube channel? like.. the kind for kids? oh, god.. here you were, trying to be flirty on a video for a kids channel. “sorry, was that bad for the video? i assumed this was an adult prank show.. you can just cut it, i’ll keep things PG from now on, i promise.” you apologized into the phone, frowning to yourself.
— after a few moments more of silence from the other side of the phone, jones finally spoke up again. “no, no.. no, it’s perfect,” he mumbled after a bit, running a hand through his hair as he tried to force himself into calming down. “don’t apologize. the uh.. prank show channel? we can use this, don’t worry. hey, i’ve gotta end the call now. edit the footage and whatnot. i’ll call you later to hash out details, ‘kay?”
— alfred hung up shortly afterwards. you were satisfied with how things turned out, figuring that the problem had been solved. unfortunately for you, the problem had only worsened.. after your little show today, he was more desperate than ever to have you. somehow, someway.. someday.. you’d be his and he’d be yours. but enough of that, right now he had to hurry and get home. he didn’t really feel like jerking off in your bushes.
> arthur kirkland!
— you frowned as your phone rang. there was no doubt in your mind that it was your little admirer who was calling. he’d spoken with you several times over the phone, always kind and polite, but he made no effort to actually get with you. after a while it started to feel like a very long winded prank.. the kind that started in middle school and seemed to get worse in highschool. the kind of prank you hated most. the emotional ones. you hated to admit it but you had sort of fell for the man through the phone. he genuinely seemed to care about you.. or at least, he acted like he cared about you. your mind seemed to wander towards the worst possible situations. the thought of having a real stalker never crossed your mind however the thought of a highschool bully or maybe a workplace enemy prank calling you, that crossed your mind numerous times.
— you were usually so rational but the thought of someone trying to pull a prank and tug at your emotions.. it pissed you off, to be frank. so when you answered the phone, you decided to give this prank caller a show. you would flirt back. they’d be so freaked out that they’d either confess or immediately hang up and never call again. that’s how it usually went with ‘jokes’ like this. once you show any sort of interest back, they drop you just to shatter your heart. well this time you were ready. this time you were in control.
— conversation started off like it always did with talking about your day and how you’ve been. you weren’t one to flirt out of nowhere, so you let the mood build itself up. fortunately for you, there was a moment of banter that was the perfect opportunity. you could hear him chuckle over the phone, probably about something teasing you had said. you took the chance without hesitation, holding the phone close to your mouth so every word would be heard perfectly. “oh secret admirer,” you cooed, “i feel like we’ve really gotten close.. i’m dying to know who you are. i really want to meet you.”
— you were flirty but not seductive, as anything that even remotely hinted towards sex could be used as blackmail against you. you were a master at this game. there was silence for a long while, interrupted only by the sound of you shifting your phone from your hand and laying it on your kitchen counter so you could cook for yourself and talk at the same time. you assumed that the silence was a good thing, that maybe your pranker was rethinking their thoughts and regretting your actions. you had no clue that arthur was on the other end of the phone completely awestruck.
— oh how he’s dreamed of this moment! really, it’s like everything he’s dreamed of and more! you loved him, you really loved him, and here you were, setting yourself up on a silver platter for him! he was immediately nervous as he’d always imagined you confessing but he never thought of what would come after that. the silence was just him thinking. thinking about whether or not this was a trap.. thinking about how to reply to you.. thinking so hard about the opportunity laid out in front of him. kirkland responded after a bit longer. “sorry for the silence, love.. i feel the same way, i really do.. i want to be with you.. i want to be with you all the time,” he began.
— you froze like a deer in the headlights as he started to speak. he didn’t notice your lack of a response though, continuing to proclaim his love. “i spend all day and night thinking of you.. every dollar i make is for you, every.. every single moment i’m not with you it’s like torture for me. i’m not happy when i’m not watching you or thinking of you.” as arthur rambled on and on, he stopped controlling his voice. his accent slipped through and it sounded vaguely familiar.. but you didn’t have any time to pick apart his voice. you were more focused on his words, his admission to.. to stalking you. to being a stalker.
— admittedly.. you had known in the back of your mind from the beginning it really wasn’t a prank. you weren’t stupid.. but you had gotten swept away in your emotions regardless.. and now look at you. your stalker thinks you love him back.
— “i’m.. willing to show my face.. if you’re willing to unlock the back door. i promise i won’t try anything. i’m already outside.. do hurry though.. i feel a bit odd about just standing here, haha..”
— not only that.. but he’s apparently standing by your back door waiting for you to open it. lucky you.
#hetalia#hetalia x reader#hetalia headcanons#stalker au#hetalia x you#hws#hws america#alfred x reader#alfred f jones#hws england#arthur x reader#arthur kirkland#stalker au hetalia
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Letters to Emily
Emily Prentiss x Reader
Summary: When Ian Doyle takes away the one person you love, you find solace in writing her letter.
Warnings: Typical talk of Emily being dead. Hurt. Let me know if I missed something<3
A/N: Hi friends! It’s been a while. I’ve been working on this for a while, and idk how I feel about it. I very lightly edited this. Feedback is appreciated as always. Ao3 Link. Enjoy!<3
July 26, 2011
Emily,
I accepted the job. I’m not sure what would piss you off more though: the fact that it’s a desk job or the fact that it’s in Phoenix and I’m leaving Quantico. Leaving the team. I know you’d tell me that I’m making a huge mistake but it’s just too painful.
JJ brings me coffee every morning, just like you did, and even though I know she means well, it’s a painful reminder that you will never bring me coffee again. When I look up from my desk in the bullpen to see the empty one across from me, I’m reminded that I won’t be able to watch you work anymore. I loved watching you pour over files, watching the gears turn in your head. Putting the pieces together and catching the bad guy. You were brilliant.
Emily paused as her vision blurred, the burning sensation of tears threatening to spill catches her attention and shifts her focus. She was angry. Angry at Doyle for forcing her into this mess. Angry at JJ for not telling her that you transferred. Angry at Hotch for even approving your transfer request. Angry at Derek, Spencer, and Penelope; Did they even try to convince you to stay? She took a deep breath, and then another. As she felt her heart rate return to normal, she wiped the tears away from her cheeks and continued reading.
Everything here is a painful reminder of you. Everything. I walk past a framed photo of you every single day and it guts me. Every single time. I can’t keep doing it, so I’m running. I know you’d be so disappointed in me. Virginia isn’t home without you, Em. It stopped feeling like home when JJ told me you “never made it off the table.” I don’t think I’ll ever find your feeling of home again.
I’m not sure how to tell the team about the transfer. Maybe I’ll buy them a round after this case and break the news to them then. Booze and karaoke should soften them up, right?
I don’t think they’re going to take it well. I just hope they skip the guilt trip.
I hate to end this on a sad note, so I will say that I think Arizona will be good for me. Lots of sunshine and wide open spaces. New people, new experiences. I actually think I’m excited, even though I feel guilty for it. I suppose that will get better with time. I don’t know if I’ve told you this, the one item on my bucket list is to go rockhounding out west. Maybe I’ll treat myself once I get settled.
I miss you so much, Em. But I love you even more. Always.
Emily refolded the letter and slid it back into its envelope. As she placed it on the coffee table in front of her, she finally allowed herself to cry. She had done everything in her power to protect you from Doyle and her past. Although you were physically safe, it was clear from your letters that the emotional toll was severe. She was only about halfway through the stack that she found in your bedside table, and she still had three months worth left to read. She knew she wouldn’t finish by the time you got home, but that was okay.
The raven haired woman sighed, picking up the next letter in the pile.
August 12, 2011
Emmy,
Fuck I miss you today. I wish you would’ve been here to ground me though that. Or kick some ass for me. The movers were nice enough to break my bed frame while bringing it up the stairs and then denied doing it. I watched him drop it, babe. I wasn’t even mad until he denied it. Don’t worry, I called the manager and received a full refund for the trouble.
I wish you were here to cuddle on this couch with me. I miss the way you’d hold me. I felt untouchable when I was in your arms. I think you’d like this new apartment though. The master bedroom has a killer view AND a balcony. It also has plenty of south facing windows for my houseplants, and room for many more. My collection has grown exponentially since you’ve seen it last. As odd as it sounds, they’ve helped me through this.
Sorry for the short letter today. Who knew moving halfway across the country would be so tiring? Could’ve fooled me. I love you, Emily. Always.
Emily chuckled lightly at your sarcasm, but soon felt the tears return.
Sadness began to fade within Emily, and anxiety soon took its place. She was unsure of how you would react when you came home after a long day at work to find your not-actually-dead partner sitting in your living room, reading your private letters, no less. Sure, they were technically addressed to her, but she knows you never thought anyone would read them. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to do this, but Emily vehemently rejected all help that the team offered. Hotch offered to call your Supervisor to have them sit you down to talk you through it. JJ nearly begged Emily to help in some capacity, already feeling immense guilt over the situation. Though, she almost let Rossi accompany her when he offered, and she was beginning to regret not doing so.
The regret faded almost instantly as Emily heard a key in the front door. Her heart rate increased and her chest became tight. The reality of the situation had settled in for Emily, and the uncertainty was paralyzing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a sorry attempt to calm her nerves, as she braced herself to face you. She heard the door shut, followed by footsteps that grew louder and louder until there was silence. Emily didn’t dare look up. Even as she heard the loud clatter of what she assumed were your keys colliding with the hardwood apartment floor.
“E… Emmy?”
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Sumeru | Lost In You (Part 2)
ıllı Synopsis: Lost in your eyes, in your voice, and in your touch. Even with a simple turn, these men are captivated. For them, there is only you.
ıllı Genre: Fluff, Romance
ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader
ıllı Part 1: Sumeru | Lost In You (Part 1)
ıllı A/N: A re-edit of Lost In You (Sumeru Edition)! I had to separate the two because of some uploading error.
🍁 CYNO — LUPUS AUREUS
The desert was unforgiving and harsh. The heat could cause a person to faint should they forget their water skin. The cold would freeze anyone to the core if they forget to bring blankets as a heat source. Not to mention, the sandstorms that frequent the desert could make anyone lose their way and wander for hours until help is available. The forest rangers and matra in Caravan Ribat reminded travelers and locals of the do’s and don’ts before they exit the Wall of Samiel. If one was ‘lucky’, they might even see the General Mahamatra in the area advising them and cracking his infamous ‘jokes’.
‘Are… are we really about to hear another one of his jokes?’ One forest ranger in the caravan thought, dread evident on his face.
And the ranger was right! The General did tell them jokes he thought while he was chasing a runaway scholar last week. He thought it was hilarious, but only a few found his jokes hysterical. One of them was you. It might not be because of what the joke was about, but sometimes, it would be due to his delivery. It was heartwarming how he tried. Although when it came to the explanation part, you would immediately divert his attention to the food and your plans for the next day. As much as you love him, it was better not to make the food wait.
Such an occurrence was present in today’s lunch. It was not often that Cyno would come home to join you for lunch, but when he did, you two would often find it hard to separate afterward.
“Dear, have you told Tighnari that we will be visiting next week and that we’ll be there until dinner?“ You questioned, adding beans to the mixed rice you were cooking. Candace taught you this recipe while you were in Aaru Village last week. It was one of the dishes that you enjoyed.
“Yes. Tighnari wrote a letter back that they should be back in the afternoon. It would be better if we travel mid-morning. We can stop by the city to buy gifts.” He replied. You thanked him before taking out the plates and setting the food down. You added buttered chicken and baklava to enjoy.
While eating, you conversed about his new deck and jokes. He was proud to say that he kept up with the meta and coaxed you to rebuild yours and play with him sometime. You shook your head and told him that you will be destroyed in minutes. He scoffed.
“I’ll help you rebuild your deck. They are selling a new pack that you might like actually. And—“ He rambled. The way his crimson eyes sparkled made your heart beat fast. It was like you were falling in love all over again.
“Hmm? I’m not yet used to it, but I would love to see how your game with Tighnari will go. You two had been keeping a strange yet cute rivalry between you that it’s admirable.” You voiced, taking a bite of the baklava. The crunchy texture was enough that you let out a soft moan at how good it tasted. Cyno could only stare, a flush of red visible on his face.
“Dear, are you all right? You’ve been staring for some time now. Am I that beautiful that you forgot the food before you?” You joked.
“Yes, you are.” He immediately replied. You paused, frozen at the comment. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you huffed in embarrassment. He was too smooth!
“But that moan, I’d like to hear it again.” He muttered. You whipped your head to give him a questionable look, only to have him pull you to your bedroom. Safe to say that you were pampered the whole afternoon till midnight.
“You’re mine.”
🍁 WANDERER — PEREGRINUS
Sumeru was different from Inazuma, the Wanderer knew that. But there were times that he was reminded of his past, the one which he tried to erase himself from. The hardworking researchers with their ridiculous thesis, the smell of food wafting through the streets, and the falling leaves of the Divine Tree. It truly resembled his home. Don’t get him wrong though, he was more satisfied staying here than there.
“Sca— Wanderer, I got some chazuke in Port Ormos! Can you believe it?” You shouted as you ran towards him. He gave you a soft glare, reminding you not to run and trip yourself. Just as he said that you tripped.
“I told you to be careful, stupid.” He said in a ‘I-told-you-so’ tone. You pouted, pointing that he was the one who jinxed you. He gave you his infamous dead eyes which made you slip away from his grasp and present the tea instead. You also showed the matcha tea recommended by Dehya and Dunyarzad who you had luckily met in the market earlier.
“You also got the Lesser Lord’s dessert?” You nodded. Nahida was elated after seeing the candied aljenakh nuts and milktea.
Wanderer hummed in thought before asking if there was somewhere you had to go for the afternoon. Recalling your schedule, there was none. The papers were already done, and the other sages were forcing you to finally take a break. You had been working hard to rebuild Sumeru with the others, not to mention the number of places you visited to check if policies were implemented. Wanderer would go with you as your guard, which made trips bearable.
“None from what I recall. Is there somewhere you want to go?” It was the first time he wanted to go somewhere with a company. Often, it was him saying he wanted to be alone with his thoughts and would disappear for hours. It did worry you, but Nahida would assure you that he will come back to you. Although you two had not established what relationship you have, you knew that there was some level of love that bordered between you.
“Hey, are you listening?” He asked, annoyed that your mind was drifting elsewhere. You chuckled nervously and confessed that you were a bit tired, but you want to go wherever he wished. His purple eyes stared at you before using his vision. Before you know it, he was carrying you in his arms.
The altitude caught you off guard that you clung to him tightly. The sound of soft chuckles made you look up, only to see his soft eyes. It eased your fear a little.
“Don’t worry, I will not drop you. Maybe.” He joked. You gasped and smacked his arm. It was not a funny joke, but he found your reaction adorable. So feeble in his arms.
“I can hear your thoughts, Wanderer. Might I remind you that I can easily pull us down to safety with the amount of fauna and flora around us?” You sneered. The Wanderer huffed before zooming to his destination which was in Apam Woods.
It was a calming ride honestly. Occasionally, he would stop to check the map while you were left in the dark. You tried to ask where you two were going, but he just told you to stay still. It irked you to no end. It was until you reached the place.
Apam Woods was full of a variety of species, but this flower field? It had been a long time since you found one. They were rare and usually only grew in this area. The soft smile adorning your face was enough to make this day worth it.
“Ah! Because you pulled me around, I forgot to give this! Here.” You placed your gift around his wrist, securing it tightly. Once you were satisfied, he glanced at it. It was a simple bracelet, weaving his colors. The intricate design and the ornaments were specifically for him.
“It’s not ugly, that’s for sure.” He complimented. You grinned before sitting down. The forest was truly beautiful, and this sight, you will not forget this. Not even after hundreds of years.
“Also, Happy Birthday, (New Name). Thank you for being born!” You uttered, his new beautiful name slipping from your lips.
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Back with another chapter that actually gave me such a headache to edit, you have no idea how much I cut from this. Mostly filler here, nothing terribly important, just buildup.
[Psst, @itsberrydreemurstuff, I saved you a seat :) I dunno if this is what a taglist is supposed to look like, but now you've got a front row ticket]
(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3)
Now, on with the show!
Word Count: 1,754
You wake up and immediately regret it when a headache hits you like a dump truck. You make no move to sit up just yet, debating on whether or not you really need to go to work today. Your stuffy nose and sore throat certainly aren’t helping your argument.
As usual, the pep-talk does absolutely nothing, but you find yourself sitting up anyways, wincing at the jolt that runs through your spine at the movement. You ignore it and hobble to the kitchen cabinet on legs too weak to stand.
O-kay, maybe this wasn’t just a light cold.
It’s fine, you tell yourself, leaning on the countertop and squinting at the labels on pill bottles before finding what you need. It’s all fine. I’ll just get some meds and head out.
You heat up a glass of milk and mix in a dollop of butter and honey before downing it, feeling the swelling in your throat start to go down. Some Tylenol and cough medicine helps combat whatever’s attacking your immune system for the time being. You stuff the meds in your bag, along with tissues and another book that you pray Moon won’t destroy and an extra pair of work clothes, just in case. You throw in your laptop at the last second, and head out the door, driving over to the plex.
You slide your badge over the scanner, clocking in and heading straight for the Daycare. The mental countdown begins.
You head straight for the desk after bidding a good morning to a room seemingly devoid of its Attendant. You doubt they aren’t here, though. They’re probably around somewhere hanging from the rafters or disinfecting the play structure for the umpteenth time. Sun does it often. (You’d offered to leave him something to do after hours once, when you were starting out. He did not appreciate the gesture, accusing you of prying into his business and reminding you to mind your own.) The faint jingle of bells gives him away. They both tended to dismiss your greetings and attempts at conversation without response. That was okay though. You’d been told before that you were sometimes a bit too much oblivious as to when the right time to converse was.
You set your bag down beside you and pull out your laptop. You had to send an email to management about yesterday, not to mention the request for maintenance on the Daycare Attendant. You’d noticed they moved more stiffly as of late. Maybe a joint problem? You did have the qualifications to work on them yourself, but they didn’t seem to like that idea last time. You’d worked on other animatronics before, though. Mostly STAFFbots who didn’t have the time for Parts & Service, but also that one time when Monty’s endo bugged out. He’d nearly killed you after you replaced it and booted him up, making it adamantly clear that you would do better to get someone more qualified to do it should it happen again, which was fair enough, considering that you didn’t have too much experience in the field. You briefly recall the bruises on your arms when he’d grabbed you.
Right, the list. Email management, request maintenance…you consider calling your brother during lunch, let him know he might have to pick you up if you get worse. You decide against it. He has enough on his plate, he shouldn't have to worry about you. Besides, you could survive the day. It was a little cold, that’s all, it would pass and you’d be fine. You could take nap time off for lunch if it got that bad. You hadn’t exactly eaten much the last few days, and the worst Moon could do is take your stuff.
You start typing up your report, leaving out little bits of interaction with the Attendants and instead focusing on the children. As usual, the kids were all tended to without issue and the Daycare was spick and span, wholly worthy of its five-star review. It was fine. All fine. You finish, eying the word count and praying that Management would care to read at least a quarter of it before hitting send and pulling up a separate email.
Having submitted the most pressing issues, you close your laptop and stretch. Welp. Might as well see what else there is to do. You walk through the open space, spotting no messes thanks to Sun’s obsessive cleaning. You peered into the arts and crafts bin, noting the dwindling piles of materials. You’d need to order more. Now that you thought about it, the cleaning supplies would probably need to be replenished as well with how frequently your coworkers ran through them.
Restocking aside, you move on, making a mental to-do list as you go. You might as well bring a few more children’s books while you were at it, you were more than willing to donate yours from your youth. And you’d have to take out that sewing kit of yours, the stuffies and pillows were starting to wear down and rip again. Maybe you’d do well to buy new ones…
You mull through everything you’d have to take stock of, leaning against the wall and duly noting the pain that lingered in your legs. Nothing to worry about, you’d go home if you were actually hurt. Sun was lurking around here somewhere, it wouldn’t do well to be so dramatic over nothing when you had a job to do. You push yourself off the wall and stand back up, straightening your legs to keep your footing even. You could make it a couple hours, you would see this through.
You check the clock again. 20 minutes until opening. You wrack your brain for something else to do, reluctantly grabbing a binder of one of the taller shelves and returning to the desk. It was high time you reviewed the schedule for the month. Not the most entertaining task, but you’d learned that work wasn’t supposed to be fun.
You open it up and skim the contents briefly. Meal plans, activities, compacted schedules…that one made you raise a brow. Apparently a field trip was to be held some time later this month to see the GlamRock’s performance. And since Sun couldn’t leave the Daycare, and you were required to be present…
You inhale and shut your eyes for a moment, half-aware of your hands gesturing in the ‘bruh’ meme fashion before raking through your hair.
Fantastic. Wonderful. You’d be chaperoning with Moon. Peachy.
You want to find the nearest ditch to crawl into and die in.
No matter. It would be fine. He’d probably be too focused on the children to torment you.
(You knew that wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t like Sun, who ignored you entirely-he’d find a way to make you suffer.)
You shake off the knot beginning to form in your stomach and snap the binder shut, placing it back in its spot. Your vision blurs for a moment before you for the two sets of jungle gyms back into one and rub your eyes. There’s a knock on the door, marking the official start of the day.
“I’ll get it!” you call out to the supposedly empty daycare, hearing no reply. You push the doors open and greet a woman with two kids hot on her heels. They take off with screeches of laughter while you jot down the information their mother tells you with a smile and a nod.
The daycare starts filling up as the minutes tick by, and Sun finally makes his appearance, looking just as bright and cheerful as ever. Soon, the kids are all whisked off to whatever catches their fancy. A couple of them decide to stick with you today, and you’re sucked into a game of doctor. You’re not the best with kids, but you make do, citing your illness of randomly bursting into song at any given moment with no known cure. You count it off as a success when they break into fits of laughter at each iconic reference you perform, complete with dramatic poses and memorized lyrics for each request you’re given (though you make sure it’s G-rated first, of course).
You have Hakuna Matata (among several others) floating around in your head throughout snack time, but it’s a small price to pay. While the tots munch on apple slices and pretzel sticks (that you consider but refrain from eating), you eye Sun warily.
He was usually up and about before your shift even started. His absence, while not entirely unwelcome, was somewhat concerning considering his track record of perfect attendance on functionality.
After gathering your non-existent confidence, you muster up the ability to turn to him fully and ask, “Hey, Sun? Are you okay?”
His eyes ‘blink’ as he tilts his faceplate to stare at you quizzically. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”
You glance away, a bit unnerved at the blank optics burning holes into you. Your conviction wavers. “I dunno,” you shrug after a second. “You weren’t around earlier, I got worried.”
He regards you coldly. “Well, Y/N, our whereabouts do not concern you…unless you’re admitting to requiring supervision?”
The question is innocent, but a sharp edge lies beneath it. There always is. And yyyep, there goes that confidence, completely dissipating. Your cheeks burn with indignance and embarrassment. “Nevermind…” So much for worrying about your fellow coworker. You feel that headache coming back on, you don’t want to make it worse. You take your leave after the children finish, continuing your games with a little less vigor.
Naptime rolls around and you’re almost as tuckered out as the kids. That lingering back pain from earlier has returned full force. You rub your shoulder blades and leave it at that, subtly limping over to the desk as the lights cut.
You steal a glance at Moon, with one of the twins in his lap watching him read to the excited children that were quick to grow drowsy. You liked seeing him like this, a stark contrast between his typical snarky and sometimes malicious attitude directed at you. You kept watching as he changed his voice to match the characters, much to his audience’s delight. Mean as they were to you, they really were incredible with children. You lower your gaze back to the desk before he notices you staring. You find yourself yawning, more tired than usual. You slowly slip from consciousness, breathing evening out as you rest your head in your arms, falling into a light slumber.
Aaaand that's a wrap! I dunno when I'll put the 5th part out cuz I dunno how to complete Chapter 6, but hopefully I'll figure it out. MC is a little under the weather here, hope that won't be of any consequence later on...
#sorry to bother#don't mind me#fnaf moon x reader#moondrop x reader#fnaf moon x y/n#fnaf sun x reader#fnaf sun x y/n#sundrop x reader#i really hope i didn't misspell anythin...#Where the Stars Don’t Shine
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HEY EVERYONE I NEED TO POST ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA INCORRECT QUOTES ON HERE BECAUSE THE WORLD NEEDS THEM!!!
The website I generate these from are none other than the lovely https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, whose quotes come from user suggestions, Tumblr, Twitter, and bash.org (the sources that aren’t user suggestions were pretty early and they take quotes from user suggestions now just to clarify) and I’ve been having the time of my life making them.
Also, as a heads up I’m only posting SFW ones.
And so I’ll edit this post whenever i generate new ones and copy and paste them into my documents and choose the ones I want to post. I know that with incorrect quotes from any fandom, people like to post multiple posts of one quote or a handful of them wherever they post them from and I’d like to do that, it’s not a bad idea, I just like to collect them all in a large mega post.
UPDATE: this no longer applies to this post. I’m not making it a mega post anymore, because it’s too confusing for me and I’ll be like “okay so if this the original mega post or is this the first reblog or the third reblog or the tenth reblog—“ and it just looks better with multiple posts of a collection of different quotes.
SO WITH THAT BEING SAID—here they are!!!
Melvyn, talking to Mik: Well Mik, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Hugh do that?’ and if he would, I do not do that thing.
Mik: …
Hugh, from the distance: He’s not wrong though!
Melvyn: The first time I ever got upset in front of Hugh, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask him if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.
Hugh: I was doing both, for your information.
Mik: The first time Hugh hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.
Melvyn: When I was a kid, Hugh told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.
Mik: They are!
Melvyn: FOR REAL?
Mik: No! Why did you fall for it again?
Mik: They made Melvyn cry!
Hugh: Melvyn always cries!
Melvyn: That's not true! *cries*
Richard, setting down a card: Ace of spades.
Jeff, pulling out an Uno card: +4.
Kelly, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!
Bev, trembling: What are we playing?!
Richard: Are you laughing at that video of Bev and Jeff fighting?
Kelly: No.
Kelly: I'm laughing at the comments.
*The Squad is at Jeff’s house*
Melvyn : Ohhhh we each get our own oven?
Jeff: …N-No…
Jeff, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???
Melvyn , motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!
Richard: I see a-
Jeff, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.
Melvyn : Oh, well I-
Jeff: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*
Jeff, amazed: Its got a bake setting!
Hugh: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!
Bev: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?
Jeff: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’!
Jeff: I am someone who owns four ovens…
Jeff, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…
Mik, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven!
Jeff:
Melvyn : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!
Jeff:
Jeff, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.
Bev: Today, Kelly took my phone, and in five minutes, he sent high resolution close-up photos of Richard to the following people: Jeff, Hugh, Mik, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.
Bev: So, did everyone learn their lesson?
Kelly: No.
Richard: I did not.
Melvyn : I may have actually forgotten one.
Jeff: Also no.
Bev: Oh good, neither did I.
Hugh: *Exhausted sigh*
Hugh: We’re kind of missing something guys.
Kelly: Cohesion?
Richard: Teamwork?
Bev: A general sense of what we’re doing?
Mik: And Jeff is not here.
Kelly: Oh, and that, yeah.
*The Squad is playing Chess*
Hugh: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*
Kelly: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*
Bev: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*
Mik: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*
Jeff: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.
Melvyn : They named a board game after cheese?
*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*
Richard, Bev, and Melvyn : *spinning a little and talking*
Jeff, Hugh, and Kelly: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*
Richard: Did you bring Jeff?
Kelly, gesturing to Hugh: No, but I brought the next best thing.
Richard: Hugh? The next best thing would be Bev.
Hugh: I would be offended, but Bev is freakishly strong.
Melvyn: Hugh, I have a question.
Hugh: What is it, Melvyn?
Melvyn: What color is an orange?
Hugh: Melvyn, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon.
Hugh: Do you take constructive criticism?
Melvyn: Not without crying
Hugh, entering the room: *Sees Melvyn and leaves*
Melvyn, watching Hugh leave: There’s my monthly dose of Hugh…
Hugh: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE.
Melvyn: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds.
Hugh: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME—
Melvyn: *sigh* What do you want?
Hugh: Chicken nuggets please.
Hugh: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why?
Melvyn: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group.
Hugh: ...
Melvyn: ...
Hugh: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-
Melvyn: Hugh, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?
Hugh: It... It didn't take me the whole day…
Melvyn, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!
Hugh: …What does that even mean?!
Jeff: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.
Richard: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.
Jeff: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?
Bev: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?
Bev: Jeff, gather the others. We need to have another Hugh-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.
Melvyn: What’s your name?
Jeff, whispering to Bev: Can I tell him my real name?
Bev: No!
Jeff: I’m… Bev.
Bev, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right…
Melvyn: Are pigeons drones?
Hugh: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.
Melvyn: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!
Hugh: *Crying* Please let me sleep…
Hugh: Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement?
Melvyn: With tears?
Hugh: No.
Melvyn: *tears up*
*The gang when they drop food on the floor*
Jeff : Aw man. *Throws it away*
Bev: Five second rule!
Hugh: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*
Richard: *Sobs on the floor*
*when a child starts crying in public*
Mik: *tries to make the child laugh*
Kelly: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*
Bev: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*
Melvyn: *cries with the child*
Richard: *ignores the child*
Hugh: *is the reason why the child is crying*
Melvyn: While I'm gone, you're in charge Richard.
Richard: Yes!
Melvyn, whispering to Hugh: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad.
Hugh: Obviously.
Richard: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?
Hugh: Not again!
Richard: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.
Melvyn: Just wait until you hear about whales.
Richard: What now?
Hugh: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.
Richard: Melvyn is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Hugh.
Melvyn: I feel like Hugh is the more responsible one of us two though.
Hugh: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.
Melvyn: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.
Melvyn: Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella!
*Melvyn opens their umbrella while indoors*
Richard: Melvyn, that’s bad luck…
Melvyn: Chill out, Richard !
Hugh, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!
Melvyn and Richard: *screams*
Richard: Hugh isn’t answering my messages.
Melvyn: Allow me.
Richard: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-
Hugh: *replying to message* Hello.
Melvyn: How did you even get in here?
Hugh: Richard's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Hugh's door"!
Richard: I’m closing the window.
Hugh: If you water water, it grows.
Richard: ...What.
Melvyn: He’s got a point.
Melvyn & Hugh: *Playing video games*
Richard: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games?
Melvyn: *silence*
Hugh: *silence*
Richard, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?
Melvyn & Hugh in shame: Yeah…
Melvyn: Richard won’t come out of his room!
Hugh: Just tell them I said something.
Melvyn: Like what?
Hugh: Anything factually incorrect.
Melvyn, shrugging: If you say so.
Richard, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?
Hugh: *Talking to Richard* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me.
Melvyn: But this is my abode.
Hugh: ...
Hugh: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.
Melvyn: Why is Hugh crying?
Richard: He saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-
Hugh: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!
Melvyn: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-
Hugh: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!
Melvyn: NO, NOT THAT!
Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.
Richard: Define “dream”.
Hugh: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.
Melvyn: That’s too dark!
Richard: Melvyn, I’m afraid.
Melvyn: Just stay close to Hugh.
Richard: That's why I’m afraid.
Melvyn: I’m telling you, my team is competent.
Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.
Richard: What are you two arguing about this time?
Melvyn: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!
Hugh: Cry me a table, Melvyn.
Melvyn: Ladies, gentlemen and Hugh, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!
Richard: A llama?
Melvyn: No.
Richard: A baby llama?
Melvyn: No!
Richard: A baby llama with a little hat on?
Melvyn: NO!
Richard: Melvyn, what are you doing?
Melvyn: Making chocolate pudding.
Richard: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?
Melvyn: Because I've lost control of my life.
Melvyn: Here's your pudding, Hugh.
Hugh: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.
Richard: Yesterday, I overheard Melvyn saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Hugh replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.
Melvyn: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."
Richard: I saw you.
Melvyn: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Hugh in a turkey costume.
Melvyn: *lifting weights*
Hugh: Wow… He’s so intense!
Richard: I wonder what drives him.
Melvyn, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.
Richard to Melvyn: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.
Hugh, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!
Richard: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.
Hugh: *sneaking in through his window*
Richard: *turning in his chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Hugh: I was with Melvyn?
Melvyn: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?
Melvyn: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing.
Richard: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing.
Hugh: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!
Richard, trying to impress Melvyn: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.
Hugh: He turned it off and back on again.
Hugh: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Richard?
Richard: No.
Melvyn: I do!
Hugh: I know, Melvyn.
Melvyn: I’m sad.
Hugh: I know, Melvyn.
Hugh: Go ahead, Melvyn. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.
Richard: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.
Melvyn: Last night I found out Hugh is a sleep talker.
Richard: Oh, really?
Melvyn: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.
Hugh: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?
Richard: Why?
Hugh: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Melvyn.
Richard: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that.
Hugh: Richard, you have opened my eyes.
#electric light orchestra#hugh mcdowell#melvyn gale#jeff lynne#bev bevan#mik kaminski#richard tandy#kelly groucutt#incorrect quotes#incorrect elo quotes
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Oh? Tell us more about Nick and Taylor's chemistry please. Curious Anon here! What do you mean by how interested you are in the nature of it and how it reflects on screen? Please elaborate 😊
Ok, so.
I don’t want my words to be misunderstood or lead to negativity so I might be extra cautious with things I’ll be saying.
Where to start?
After my first watch, I remember saying *I think I like them better as BFF than as soulmates*. Six months down the line, things have obviously changed but I feel like there’s still a sense of that in few of my favorite scenes to watch, such as the New Year Eve party, the infamous turkey scene or the coffee in Paris scene. They’re flirty but we’re still closer to the start of the relationship than the end of the movie.
After my first watch, when I eventually stumbled into a few videos of them as Nick and Taylor and saw them as they are, I said oh. right. this is what I’ve seen shine so brightly through the movie.
So, that was me a few days in the fandom.
Obviously things are a little bit more nuanced now that I had time to watch and think more about everything. Because their chemistry also work in scenes where they are definitely not friends. Sex scenes were definitely not a problem since they feel right in all of them and there are also scenes through the second half of the movie where their chemistry is perfect for me. I love the.. pontoon? (No idea how it’s called) scene. Even if I wouldn’t put it in a list of my favorite, it’s probably one of the most beautiful scene of the movie. I love the piano scene as well.
But there is also a whole segment of the movie where they've kind of lost me in terms of chemistry. And writing this post is making me realize that most of the scenes I’m talking about are actually scenes that happen in a row: from the moment Alex storms into the (fucking) castle to Alex leaving all the way through the V&A scene. I guess I was waiting to feel things I haven't really felt. Not everything fall into Taylor and Nick’s responsibility obviously (I could pinpoint blocking and writing and editing), but these were moments the chemistry should have crossed the screen to wreak my heart and didn’t really.
And I don’t know about their filming schedule exactly, but my guess is that maybe at this point they had fell (too much?) into that friendship/banter energy off screen, and it had leaked a bit on what they were doing on screen. Which did great for some scenes and a bit less for others. Because learning that the coffee scene was the first one they shot made a lot of sense with the rightness of their energy there. Alex and Henry have obviously known each other for a while, but, in many ways, the scene feels like a first date. And since this was the first scene for Taylor and Nick, they naturally were exactly where they needed to be. With the shyness and the tension, but that urge to know each other and just start whatever they were starting as characters and as actors.
So yeah. This isn’t me saying they haven’t any chemistry or haven’t enough of it. They obviously have, and it did help for the majority of the movie. But, for me, there were some moments, when the nature of their chemistry off screen might has made the process of hitting the right spot on screen more difficult. I don’t know.
And I do believe that seeing or not seeing chemistry in people is the most subjective thing you can think of. I’ve seen people melt over the chemistry shared by two people who looked (for me) like they never met in their entire lives and I’ve also seen the opposite so, you know. All opinions are valuable in this context and nothing is an absolute truth.
And if you’re wondering why I didn’t mention the night scene in Paris: I have another ask about it, so we’ll have plenty of time to discuss at length about it. Just probably not today 😅
And once again, thank you for the question 🙏💜
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Hello! This is a continuation on the childhood au, but you could probably just read it on its own if you wanted. I’ll probably make a part two at some point. It’s kinda edited, kinda proof read, gender neutral and shouldn’t have reader physical descriptions. Wasn’t meant to be this long, but I initially wrote it wonky so I’m splitting it into parts. 2,666 words, please let me know if you have constructive criticism lmao I don’t do a lot of creative writing.
It started with a bump.
You were getting your lunch in the dining hall, planning to go sit with your Blue Lions afterward. Filled with anticipation for the delicious-smelling food that you were piling onto your plate, you had no awareness of your surroundings.
Behind you was a group from the Golden Deer house. If you were listening you would hear that they had just begun bickering about which food on the menu today was healthier. But you hadn’t, you were unaware. Focused on other things.
Unlike you, however, was a green-eyed boy who had been dying to talk to you standing just a few steps away, at the head of the group. He was always aware of his surroundings and the way he expressed his every thought, more than most would give him credit for.
“No, no. The beast meat Teppanyaki is surely better for bulk than anything that you were suggesting! Though I can’t deny that the flavor is quite good.” It was a polite argument, to be sure. It was mostly between Leonie and Raphael, though Claude couldn’t be sure which had spoken, now that he was setting his plan in motion.
“Woah, Woah,” he chuckled, deliberately taking steps backward as he was speaking, “Now, I feel like-!” He cut himself off with a gasp, as he pulled a little too good of a fake trip, now actually teetering backward into you.
You had felt a shoulder hit yours and spun around and caught him just in time, your face showing genuine surprise, and his face lightly mirroring yours. Luckily, you had just set down your plate so you could grab a glass of water and some silverware and had free hands.
“Hey, thanks, stranger!” Your attention re-focused on the smirk that your dear friend replaced his shock with.
Helping him stand straight once again, you huffed a light chuckle, practically choking on your emotions. You caught on to what was going on and took a moment before neutralizing yourself and your facial expression, despite the emotions running through you at seeing your friend so close.
“Sure! You’re the golden deer house leader, right? I think I saw you at the practice battle just last week.” You said, desperate to form a connection again, “with your talent with the bow, and your professor's undeniable tactical skill, you might be quite the challenge at the battle of the eagle and lion!”
This caught the full attention of his friends, who had been watching the interaction as soon as their house leader had fallen onto you. Leonie perked up as she figured out where she had recognized you, almost pushing past Claude.
“That’s where I recognize you! Y’know, you were pretty good yourself! You were also there for the bandit fight on that excursion!“ She remarked excitedly, retelling how she watched you hold your ground amidst the bandits before most of them tailed the house leaders. She began to recall how surprised she was to hear that they had been rescued by Jeralt and their newly dear professor.
With the “oohs” and “aahs” of the other group members and the telling of their own stories, you were invited to join them for dinner. Claude sat in front of you, the gleam in his eye ever twinkling as he winked at you, and tapped your boot with his own under the table. Both of you are overjoyed to see each other again, both pretending the joy is coming from the conversation at hand.
Then a hug.
One of the things that you and Claude did for years was take a nap together. Sometimes that was just how he would get his sleep in. Occasionally you would have sleepovers so that he would get a full night's rest on the rough days. Even if you weren’t together napping, just knowing that you were within walking distance had always helped to ease his mind when he needed it to.
Another one of your things was goofy hugs. This started at the beginning of your friendship and was one of the ways that Claude could subtly make sure you still wanted him there. You had run into each other in a corridor and he had an odd smile on his face, one that you now know means he wants something. It was a silly hug, one that you barked a laugh during before you both headed off in your respective directions to perform your palace chores.
It had been a few days since the group dinner, in which you would run into some of them and share a greeting. One of those folks is Claude. On this particular day, you were going opposite ways in the courtyard.
The gold of his cape caught your eye as you turned into the courtyard. Holding back the depth of your joy, you gave him a smile and a wave. One that he returned with glittering eyes and his odd smile.
“What do you want?” You laughed stopping in front of each other. He shared your laugh as he opened his arms to you, knowing that he would be welcomed by yours.
“How dare you accuse me,” he said in jest, “a friend can’t just stop and say hello to another?” You barked a laugh and gave in, walking further towards him and embracing him with a tight hug.
“Not when you make faces like that, Goldie.” He scoffed at the name and began to squeeze you. Now he had you.
He let out a huff as he picked you up and spun you around. You had more muscle than last you met that was for sure, he made a note to lift more in his time here.
You weren’t expecting him to do that and yelped, hands flying to his shoulders and eyes wide as he spun you. He hadn’t been expecting you to do that either and began to laugh as he set you down, laughter getting stronger by the second.
The few students that were in the courtyard had their interest piqued by the sound of howling laughter. If they turned and looked, they saw a deer folding over in laughter and the flustered lion he was depending on for stability staving off the urge to laugh too.
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People who often spent their days at Garreg Mach might have noted seeing their very own golden deer and a blue lion around the academy together from time to time. Not always, as they were their own people, but enough to shake their heads and laugh at their antics. “These two couldn’t have known each other for more than a few months, but it seems like it could’ve been years!” They would joke.
Of course, you had, but they didn’t need to know that. Now that you’d built a reputation as infamous goofballs together, and your respective identities apart, you could begin being closer. First, there was spending late nights studying at the library, then moving the studying outdoors and getting back to having your forest naps together. Finally, it was lounging around in each other’s rooms turned into occasional secret sleepovers.
Sometimes, Claude goes to your room. While he wishes you were there too, sometimes you are not. In those times he clings to the comfort of your smell, and how it reminds him of home, and all the good outcomes of his goals. He thinks about how he has someone who truly knows him and what he wants and who supports him still. Wants to be there for him. Still thinks that he’s a good person. He thinks about how maybe some of those traits are showing up in the likes of the professor as well, and he feels less alone.
On this day, that very professor gave their golden deer a task. The professor had begun to look towards the blue lion house for recruitment. While they already had recruited a few, their sights were set on you. You were, after all, quite the combat talent. Typically, our dear professor would invite you to lunch, but today they wanted tea and you were nowhere to be found. Usually, this is all good and fine, but the professor wanted to ask if you would assist the Golden Deer for the month.
It was the weekend before the new month and Claude planned to nap for quite a bit of it. He finished his breakfast and stretched as he made his way to the dorms when the professor put him up to the task. So, he sauntered over to your dorm and flopped onto your bed, ready to nap until you got here and pretending his stomach didn’t flip when his favorite smell reached him. It was an efficient plan, really.
Until he started having a dream with you in it.
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Originally, you weren't supposed to even be in Fodlan. You were to see him again when his mission to unite Fodlan and Almyra bore fruit. He was pretty insistent on it, to the point where he completely avoided you for a month and a half. That was until you finally got a hint of what was going on and cornered him on his way to one of his chores. It was a long talk filled with tears and heartache. To make it worse, admittedly he didn't know how much longer he could keep it up, because napping together had become your thing and sometimes his source of sleep.
So, after conversing with his Fodlan people, the plan was to send you to Faerghus a few months before he would go to Fodlan, and you would have to find your way into the officer's academy. Of course, there were many contingency plans, and that wasn't even the original plan, but you came in and told everyone to have faith in your abilities, and you stuck to your guns. Your way would be much less of a hassle to everyone, and you already knew how stressed they all were. Adding more stress for them by making them figure out your future was not going to be one of those stresses, not if you could help it.
It was only after sparse and vague letters and finally meeting up with you at the officer’s academy did he find out what happened to you.
After you had said your long and heartbreaking goodbye to Claude, you were snuck into Fodlan on a ship that first stopped at an Almyran port for supplies. Their destination was the empire, but they had to get around the Kingdom first. You lived as a crewmate for about a month before you left the ship and set out into the freezing woods of Faerghus, where you fell ill because you came from the polar opposite climate.
You had bumbled through the woods, vision darkening, as you heard the roar of some giant wolf that you had caught a glimpse of maybe a day before. You really hadn't intended for this, you figured that maybe if you had read up a bit more, this could be been avoided. When you turned to check behind you, you came to see the large wolf was only a few paces behind you.
In the absence of your hazy vision, you had shuffled into the root of a grand tree. Your attention was pulled forward as your body was pulled to the ground. You couldn’t even feel the pain because you were so cold. Rolling onto your back with closed eyes and a shiver, fate was accepted, whatever it may be.
Upon this acceptance, fate did indeed act, as you had heard a yell and the sound of a weapon making contact with its target. The snarling of the beast followed, with several more shouts from the person before you.
Unbeknownst to you at the time this was to become the mother of your Fodlan family. She was quite strong. One has to have such strength to survive so deep in Faerghus. She would call out to you, pleading with you not to sleep, as she carried you home to her wife and several of their kids.
Their kindness brought you guilt when you had to lie to them upon waking. A sympathetic, “oh no!” Or two as you told them a story you had come up with during your time on the ship. Your family lived on the outskirts of the region, but a legion of bandits ascended upon the town and set fire to it all, and your family sent you out of your charred home to escape into the woods. But you had a friend from home who had just gone off to the officer's academy, so you had planned to meet up with your only neighbor that lived by joining the semester that overlaps his.
Claude had once brought you to a theatre, where you watched a play together and the two of you proceeded to spend months learning how to fake cry. He wasn’t so good at it, but it became a tactic that you used here. Again, you felt bad, truly you did, especially when they pitched in some money after you had worked several jobs to afford the officer's academy. They had taken up a few jobs for you too, and every time it comes to mind your eyes water.
They were kind people and truly hold a place in your heart. So much, so that you write a letter to them at least once a month, especially before missions.
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Only, in Claude’s dream, upon reaching Faerghus from Almyra, your fake back story became true in these later times. In his dream, upon trying to run from a camp invaded by bandits, you were grabbed and there were too many for you to fight on your own.
But you were alone, and out of his reach. Crying out as they dragged you to the duke of the alliance’s doorstep. You had been figured out after being held by these bandits and brought before the hand of judgment for crossing the border. He couldn’t expose himself to save you, and even if he wanted to, he knew you wouldn’t let him. He cares for you deeply, and you are his everyday priority, but he can’t put you above his goal. You both knew that.
Fear and adrenaline pulse through him as he thinks maybe he could figure out something else, he couldn’t let this happen to you. He can’t lose you! But before he could even begin strategizing you were sentenced to public execution. His stomach dropped, and his head hurt. This is wrong, this can’t be happening.
But in front of his wide and teary eyes, there you were. Claude could do nothing but stare as-
You walked into the room and closed the door with your foot which made it slam. Claude jumped and his eyes flew open, wildly looking around the room and processing. He watched as you set down your bags, he supposed that maybe you were out in the shops. His body shakes at the memories his mind came up with. Claude recalls having similar thoughts and dreams before.
A deep-rooted doubt surfaces once again. One that makes him pull on a mask, even in front of you. He fears being caught. He fears that even though you change your hair and words and actions to one that someone from Faerghus would have, they would figure out you had known Claude far longer. This outcome would cause the loss of you and his dreams.
He can’t help but overthink the outcome. His mind screams at him to run from you, keep you away. Keep you safe and his dreams alive.
Even now as you turn and smile at him, with such genuine care, he wants to run even as his heart feels the warmth of your gaze. He wants to go back to pretending he doesn’t know you.
He flashes you a smile, one that he doesn’t use for you. “Hey! Uh, Byleth wants to see you.” He says, getting up from the bed and stretching, trying to stay cool so that you remain none the wiser. Claude smiles once more before he leaves your dorm.
You still your movements, shocked that that just happened.
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