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The Girl Who Wrote Me Letters VI.

[post-canon/canonverse] | series masterlist

— Annie x Mute! Fem! Reader.

summary: The ungrounded mystery grows restless and tensions grow higher with every passing moment.

Author’s note: After 9 different drafts, I have this one lmao. Thank you for everyone sticking close to the story and those who have been anticipating chapter 6. Here it is! and I hope you enjoy. 🍧💕

“This one.” The Commander said pointing down at the files on his old desk, the decision creating quite a stir between Hange and Levi.

Hange looked at Levi before they approached Erwin’s desk, picking up the document to see what was beneath. They felt their breath catch in their throat, eyes widening before taking a look over to their commander.

“You— You can’t be serious…” Hange was almost speechless. After everything that’s transpired, this man was still marching on his feet.

Levi walked over, questioning the judgement… Until he saw the name on the planner documents…

“Field Medics…?” He took the paper, looking through them to see Erwin’s plans of incorporating medics beside the scouts. These plans seemed vague, but the idea was there in the form of messily drawn pictures and arrows. He wasn’t expecting this and neither was Hange.

“With all due respect, we can’t afford to pull medics out on the field… Do you really think we’ll even get our hands on even ONE?” Hange expressed, motioning with their hands while they spoke. The idea was completely ridiculous! They were practically the clean up crew. Just waiting for the dead to pile up.

Erwin knew their concerns… But, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. He turned his back to look out the window, holding the spot where his arm used to be…. The painful reminder of time loss because of injury. Time that could’ve been spent focusing on many other things… Those days, hours and seconds.

“No…But, I know one person that they’ll likely let go.” He turned his head over his shoulder to look at Levi, who slowly went through the next page.

It was a list of names. Names of many of the more proud names within the Medical Regiment. So many good choices, but one was circled amongst these names.

ELINOR VIVIANNE. ← SECONDARY PICK.

LUTHER WAGNER. ← THIRD PICK.

Y/N L/N. ← PRIORITY PICK.

DENIS PENCE. ← KEEP AN EYE ON THIS ONE.

JOHNATHAN ADLER. ← FOURTH PICK.

Hange’s expression grew confused, “But, this one–”

“I know. However, I want this one as a mere test run.” Erwin clarified, showing that nothing was concrete yet. This was just the foundation.

Levi couldn’t seem to get behind it. The factors of this made for a dangerous situation, especially with the rumors. “…I don’t think this is a good idea.” He expressed, his eyes looking up from the papers.

Erwin found himself playing with a fountain pen he had on his desk. “We had them for the expedition. This will be no different.” He reassured, giving a head nod. He seemed to be convincing himself as he spoke along.

“We also lost Levi’s entire squad and then some. Do I need to remind you that this medic in particular is also suspected of being in contact with the titan girl that tried to run away and destroyed half of Stohess?” Hange’s voice slightly raised, a hand extended towards the door as if pointing at Stohess itself. The risks were way too high, but that never stopped Erwin.

Erwin stood up a little straighter, “Then it’s the perfect excuse to use to keep that one close… Isn’t it?” He looked between his two most trusted allies. His hand reached to the paper, pointing down to the name. Hange didn’t know what to say… and Levi? He just followed along. The idea of a on field medic fulltime was an idealistic idea… One that made any one more comfortable… That security.

But, he was not prepared of the other regiment names that would soon come in to deny the idea. They took to a vote; Pixis denied the possibility of wasting medics and soon after, Nile had also denied. His denial was more out of lack of interest than genuine concern…

Not even Zachary approved of the new idea, stating that it would be “Unwise to take away from the sub-regiment when it already lacked.”

In defeat, Erwin would place those plans in a drawer his desk. Letting that ideas seem to sink away with many of the others he had. He had to keep moving forward though, no time to waste. That was until death stopped him like a brick wall. So close, yet so far from the truth…

Y/N followed behind Levi, her eyes scanning around to hallways of the commander’s building. The wood creaked beneath their weight, making the building feel so… Hollow. That was expected though, wasn’t it? An important life was lost… One that used to fill this building.

“Y/N L/N…?” Hange questioned, seeing the young girl enter the room.

Y/N saw papers scattered around the old commander’s desk, a lot of red seemed to point to various things and occasionally the big letters. Her nervousness seemed to only grow from that. I mean, it’s not everyday you get pulled from your job.

With a cautious nod, Y/N stood across the desk, keeping her weight shifted off of her still recovering leg. The pain was dull, but she knew she couldn’t overwork it.

Levi reached over for a particular paper, sliding it in front of the nurse. She leaned down, looking over the paper with a watchful eye. The words were confusing, but when she noticed her name in bold letters… She shockingly backed up and looked at Hange and Levi with a look that asked them what they were planning.

“…A test run. And not one you can refuse either.” Hange explained, picking up another paper to slide over to the new field medic.

Y/N took a sneaking glance back, seeing Levi standing by the door. His eyes bore into her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

There was that feeling again. That helplessness… Her eyes shifted back up to Hange who seemed to have the same look on their face. She really didn’t have much of a choice here… So, she just nodded. Hange nodded, looking over at Levi to see if he was satisfied. He just nodded his head, being the first to leave.

The weight was on her shoulders now after seeing this idea that was left behind by the old commander…

She couldn’t help but look down at her leg, shifting a bit to see if weight could be applied, but when she felt the buckle of her knee, she shook her head.

‘…I can do this…’ She thought to herself. It’s not like she had a choice here. It was either this or end up in a some fucked up situation… She had enough on her plate already. E/C eyes skimmed through the basics, finally landing on the name of the idea.

“Operation Support.” Her eyes seemed to read over and over again…

——

There was that helplessness again… That weak feeling that bubbled beneath her gut and overwhelmed her straight to the core. She even felt that pain in her leg again… Like every feeling and memory came flooding through from the back of her head…

Her eyes widened upon hearing that familiar voice call out her name… But, she didn’t see Annie… Just the monster that had ruined her…. That beast that haunted her night in her dreams from time to time. Some nights, it would stare down at her. Other nights it tried to grab her, pick her up in its muscly hand.

“Y/N…” Annie called out, her tone hushed and desperate. Hands stayed up in surrender, taking a cautious step forward but immediately stopped when Y/N’s hand adjusted around the grip of the gun. E/C eyes looked through those apathetic blue eyes, The ones that softened at the idea of this being it.

This was her chance… To settle their score. To make up for everything. This was her chance. This was her chance.

Her hand firmly grasped the gun, pointing it up higher towards Annie’s head. Her heart pounded in her ears accompanied with ringing and buzzing… Her breathing became shallow and uneven… Then she felt it.

Her vision grew blurry, her hand reaching up to touch the wetness that started to form there. She was starting to cry… Her throat had that familiar lump in it, making it hard to keep composure.

‘No… Stop…’ Her heart started to yell, but she tried to push the feelings down. Her hand wiped them away, not wanting to show this…This weakness. She wasn’t that pathetic girl writing in a book anymore. Those days were gone.

Annie felt her heart break at the sight. Her hand reaching out, but that made Y/N point her gun more firmly at the ambassador. This made her hands shoot back up to keep them visible. Annie knew that she had to work for Y/N’s trust again. It wouldn’t come easy. Not after what she did.

Annie closed her eyes tightly and braced for whatever was to come. She deserved it, didn’t she? She was the cause of all the troubles in Y/N’s life… The reason she ran away… Hell, she was waiting for her luck to burn out. And now? It seemed to be it.

This was her chance to get back for all the hurt and suffering. her breathing became uneven and her heart pounded in her ears. The white noise. It felt like she was drowning. Y/N couldn’t deny she was panicking…

But then Dakota’s voice pulled Y/N out, the writhing body on the floor let the tunnel vision clear up a bit. Her eyes looked down to the body on the ground.

“We’re… We’re here to help…” Dakota strained, holding her head in her hands from the throbbing pain that lingered. Kota couldn’t let Y/N kill Annie, not when they needed her for this whole thing… The main problem. “She’s…She’s with me… Marley’s Ambassador…” Kota stressed, seeing double when they tried to push themselves up. Hell, it felt like a brick just slammed into their head. What the hell were they feeding these doctors??

Her grip around the gun shook further, her heart telling her to stop while her brain told her it was for the best. Reluctantly, she forced her hand down and took in the sight of the newly made ambassador.

“Y/N—” Annie spoke with a calming reach out, but then they heard the sound of more people coming into the building and speaking.

BAM!

The noise made both Annie and Kota look over towards the door. Dakota was quick on the draw of her own firearm, eyebrows furrowing down.

Whoever wanted Y/N dead was very adamant on it. Especially, since it didn’t sound like just one persom this time. That alone pissed Y/N off.

The doctor had to fight with herself to keep from giving that ambassador a feel of her pent of frustration and anger… But, now wasn’t the time. All she did was give Annie a glare while she helped the bandit up from the floor, Kota taking it without much of a second thought and standing to her feet with a bit of wobble.

The glare was met with Annie’s softened expression, taking a moment to watch as the woman she once had so close to her, farther than ever before. The limp-walk past her made the weight of her actions heavier than ever. The sound of leather and metals kept Y/N’s right leg stable, helping her move properly with some minimal strain.

“She might develop a little limp… If you can convince her to stay in bed for her full recovery then maybe she might recover better... She’s always so eager to help out.”

Her hands clenched at her sides, as the memory of a bedridden Y/N laid in the infirmary bed. The way her face glistened in sweat and her head threw back in pain…. She couldn’t convince her… Not when she was trapped in that crystal…

She didn’t even notice the other two already rushing the window, Kota pulling up the window and checking below into the alleyway for any signs of a threat. It was empty. Nothing but a few stacked up crates and barrels below.

“Good enough.” The gang leader debated, shaking her head at the thought of Y/N potential falling a few feet down. Hell, they were sure she would land well… She guessed.

Annie’s mind was still dazed out. It felt like they stood on completely opposite sides of a canyon. The bridge being deliberately burned away, Y/N holding the matches that burnt the ropes thinner and thinner.

“Annie! Help her down.” Kota called, holding open the window. That snapped Annie back into the moment, her eyebrows furrowing down. She can pity herself later… Hopefully.

Without any time to waste, Annie rushed over to Y/N’s side. “Pardon my hands…” Annie softly spoke, keeping her hand on Y/N’s waist while she focused on ensuring she didn’t fall or trip. Y/N wasn’t used to the closeness, but she knew she couldn’t be annoyed about it.

“We know you’re here, Doc Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, hm?” One of the intruders spoke, a few laughing along. The sound of wood creaking beneath every step that drew closer and closer to the office.

The rugged man looked back at his men, placing a finger to his lips. He gave three fingers, signaling that on the count of three they would rush the office and take whoever was in it.

Slowly, the fingers counted down, the tensions growing higher before finally they rushed inside. Guns pointed up, sweeping before noticing that the room was empty. Nothing but a few disarrayed item and one of their own on the floor.

“Sir?” One of the goons spoke, rushing to the side of the corpse on the floor. Another goon joined beside the other, placing a hand to the fallen member’s pulse, shaking their head when all they felt was a cold vessel.

The man grimaced, putting his gun back in his belt. “I want this entire building checked. Nothing remains unturned or touched. You hear!?” He commanded, unaware of the shadows outside the windows that were already pushing through the alleyways to blend in.

“Whoever you pissed off, did not let it go.” Dakota muttered as they pushed through a wooden gate, leading them out into some cobbled street that had a few drunks walking up and down it.

Y/N just rolled eyes, taking a moment to ditch her uniform coat in a nearby bucket that seemed to be filled with a questionable liquid. Her face grimaced in disgust, turning back to catch up. She won’t be seeing that particular coat again. Unfortunate…

Annie stayed behind, keeping a look out to ensure no one followed them. “That didn’t seem like a matter of anger… More like a…” She seemed to trail off, turning her attention back to see Y/N looking back at her with a frustrated expression. “…Like a job.” She silently spoke, watching the doctor turn her head back forward.

The tension between the two even made Dakota uncomfortable. That was between them though, this bandit knew better than to try and step into a fight between a couple. Were they a couple…? Was that how it worked? She wasn’t sure.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Dakota rubbed the side of their head. They could still feel that sting, more dull but it was still there. “Doesn’t make sense for them to target a random doctor, though.” They added, taking a stop by some old building pub.

Dakota leaned against the brick, enjoying a moment of rest. Annie needed it too as she felt her wound from a few hours ago to feel achy and fatigue was surely pushing her.

She took a look upwards, only seeing the dark sight of the ground that lingered above… The underground didn’t have a sky… What time was it? Even she wasn’t sure… But, it felt like the days seemed to prolong. If she had to trust her gut, then she was sure that Pieck and Reiner were likely resting.

With that thought in mind, she took a moment to take a seat down on a bench placed against the brick like building, her hand rubbing at her shoulder. She even took a sneaking glance over at her old lover, watching as the young woman took slight offense to the comment. Y/N’s stance seemed to straighten up, her expression one that Annie knew all too well.

That look when she wanted to prove herself. She had it back in Trost… She had it here too.

‘I’m not a random doctor.’ Y/N signed, the look of surprise hitting the bandit and the ambassador. The blonde looked at Y/N with her eyebrows slightly raised in surprise, not expecting the change of communication. Though, that would make the most sense why she didn’t carry an old book around and a pen, wouldn’t it?…

Dakota knew there was something about how Y/N stood, her demeanor… It wasn’t like the other doctors she had been speaking to. Not Vivianne. Not even Adler..

Pushing themselves off the wall, Dakota approached Y/N, stopping just in front of her and looking down at her with an overbearing demeanor. “…Then who are you?” Dakota finally asked. There it was, the golden question. Everyone knew her as Y/N L/N above ground… But, who was this persona? This mask? Dakota was careful in approaching the mute doctors. One couldn’t be too hasty to learn the truth.

The bandit seemed to want the same answers as Annie, but even then the ambassador seemed to want to respect the boundaries her old lover clearly had. She still kept a close eye.

The doctor stood there, clenching her jaw a bit from the sudden interrogation. It even had her thinking to herself, wondering who exactly she was… But, she knew… She was a lot of things… Became a lot from nothing too.

So, seeing a smug bandit try to slightly intimidate her into spilling her life out on a map irked her a bit. It showed on her face too. Her tongue licking the inside of her cheek, she looked away briefly before she looking back up at the tall woman with more than just a little amusement. A woman who knew her position, she was. Perhaps, she picked up a few things from Dr. Vivianne.

‘The same person who slipped you a crate. Same person you want to stay on good terms with.’ She signed, her eyes challenging.

The action made Annie raise her brows, looking over to Dakota. The crate.. Then those names flashed into her mind for a few seconds. Denis and Luther…. They were all connected. The bandit seemed to suddenly have a moment of realization as well, her face contorted with a bit of confusion from that end statement though.

“…Is that a threat?” Fabel flabbergasted at the mere thought of some medic threatening to fuck off in the middle of something so important. They took a threatening step forward, feeling almost offended.

Hands started to make the argument more clear, her body turning to the two. ‘Take it how you wish. Just know you need me since I’m the only one willing to break the rules to help you.’ She reaches into her vest pocket, pulling out a letter. Her eyes stared at it before flicking her wrist to toss the letter over.

Annie watched as the letter descended gracefully down to the ground, her curiosity getting the better of her. “…What?” Annie questioned, standing up from the bench and walking over to pick up the paper from the ground. Her eyes looked up to meet her old lover’s E/C gaze, her hands gently unfolding the letter.

‘With much consideration, Main Medical has decided to postpone the distribution and cooperation with other outside parties. All medics and medical researchers are advised to stay in their offices or main buildings until further notice.

— Signed, Elinor Vivianne. Head of MM.’

Y/N shook her head, her eyes averting away at the mere thought of even getting her position revoked. ‘Everyone is completely at a standstill… Dr. Vivianne is more concerned with how much we’ve been losing because of these crates being either stolen or damaged. Every doctor, besides a few, are completely in agreement with Dr. Vivianne. They want out. This attack on my building will only solidify their stance on the matter.’ Her gestures seemed to be punctuated, her mouth moving along to mouth certain words and phrases. The doctor even started to pace a bit, needing to get some pent up feels at bay. She wasn’t happy about the decision either.

Dakota couldn’t believe that bullshit. Face contorted into frustration, feeling a bit betrayed. Hazel eyes took a look over the letter again, shaking her head in slight denial.

What ever happened to being the ones to show up for people? The heros that kept morale up? What the hell were doctors if they weren’t doing their job?

“Vivianne… That son of a bitch.” Dakota cursed under their breath, hands clenched at her side while she looked away.

Annie wasn’t sure what to make of this… “…She’s right about one thing,” Annie spoke, folding the notice back up before holding it out back at Y/N. “Those men don’t seem to be very fazed with the idea of taking lives. That crate you sent us was attacked… I… Uh.. We barely made it out. It was as if they already knew.” She watched as Y/N hesitated to reach out and take the letter back from her.

Fabel nodded, pacing a bit with a hand to their mouth as they tried to make sense of all this. “Annie here got shot… Those men aren’t afraid of any kind of consequence. Seems like everywhere we go, they’re always one step ahead.” The gang leader found themselves running a frustrated hand through their hair, stopping to look back over at the Medic.

Y/N felt her throat close up at the idea of Annie getting shot, her eyes shifting back up to meet with Annie’s gaze. Annie wasn’t sure what she saw in those familiar E/C colored eyes. It was softer than anything she’s seen all day though...

“I’ll be fine… Just a scratch…” She tried to play it off, getting a more concerned and less angry look from the other girl.

Y/N didn’t find it funny. If anything, that would make everything so much more complicated. Hell, she didn’t even know where to start… She carefully took her letter back from Annie’s fingers, pushing the paper into her vest pocket once more with a heavy exhale.

‘If they’re not afraid of consequences, then that means they’re either safe in what those consequences are… or, these people are more ruthless than I thought…’ Y/N explains with punctuated gestures. Hazel and blue eyes watched carefully as the doctor seemed a bit… Hesitant.

Dakota crossed their arms over their chest, “You have any idea what gang this is?” The gang leader asked.

Y/N shook her head, ‘Only lead I have so far is that they’re uniformed in black and red.’ Her head turned back in the direction of her medical building. She felt a little run from her own home… That was the building she used whenever she wanted to have control. She knew it would probably be burned to the ground when she came back.

“I don’t think standing around is be the best idea. More of them could be patrolling around.” Annie spoke up, standing up from the bench with a bit of a tired exhale. She cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders back as if it would relieve her.

Dakota nodded, “You’re right. Hopefully, this all starts to make sense when we’re actually in the safety of a room and not the street.” The bandit sighed, reaching for her gun and handing it over to Annie. “Try not to get this one shot out of your hand, yeah?” The gang leader teased, watching Annie flush a bit with embarrassment as she accepted it.

‘Let’s take a carriage or a wagon… I need a place to lay low… I can’t just go back to the MM if my trail is still hot.” The mute doctor gestured, fixing her leg brace a bit. The damn thing always needed to be adjusted, working and walking so much always didn’t help.

Annie waited while Dakota whistled up for a wagon, watching some old man ride up to side of the street.

“Do you need help?” Annie finally asked, getting waved off by the mute doctor. There was no direct rejection, just a wave of the hand while she approached the wagon.

“Take us Northwest. I’ll stop you when we get there.” Dakota asked as she jumped into the back, holding her hand out for Y/N to grab. Y/N took it without much of a complaint, allowing herself to be helped into their ride.

The coachman nodded, “Will do.”

Dakota got seated besides some sacks of imported goods, knee bent with an arm on it. “We’ll stop by my Uncle’s… I’m sure he’ll be glad to take up some company…” She explained, running a hand through her hair.

Y/N nodded, finding a comfortable spot near a barrel of what she believed was probably wine. At least she hoped so, a drink right about now sounded nice.

“Northwest is near the entrance to the city, isn’t it?” Annie asked, holding onto the strap of her satchel before finally getting settled up into the back of the wagon with the others. So much has changed since then… But, she couldn’t complain. She didn’t really have the right to.

‘And Main Medical. It’s some ways from it… Smack in the middle of this city… We actually cleared out one of the old brothel buildings for it… A big one. When we’re rested and ready, we can head there… Get us all on the same page with Dr. Vivianne and Dr. Adler.’ Y/N signed, her head leaned against the barrel beside her.

Dakota motioned with their hand, agreeing along with what the doctor said. “A meeting was long overdue…. She’s always avoided speaking with me directly. Dr. Adler and I are practically best buddies with how often I’ve seen him.” There was a spoken sarcasm that made Y/N shake her head, understanding what Dakota meant perfectly. Vivianne was practically a book of tasks. Always sending others to do the things she didn’t want to… Perfect example was this… Though it was deliberate, Y/N didn’t mind getting her hands dirty if it meant doing the right thing. Vivianne’s word wouldn’t stop her.

Annie hummed, taking a sneaking glance over to Y/N, who seemed to want to rest a bit on the ride to Dakota’s Uncle’s house. She didn’t want to stare, but it was strange…Seeing her again after such a long time… She looked good. Annie still liked how she styled her hair… How her E/C closed to just… Rest and breathe for a moment. Of course, she was pulled out of her moment when she saw Dakota smirking at her. That knowing glance the bandit made her way ruined it.

It made her embarrassed, making her turn her head away with her cheeks growing red flush..

With a snap of the reigns, they were on their way. Thankfully the cover of the wagon would provide them some relief from anyone who could see them pass by.

——

Adler bursted through the door, panting and pointing behind him. He was so out of breath from running everywhere, still empty handed though.

Dr. Vivianne placed her clipboard down and just waited for the theatric display to end, leaning a hand against her desk while the other rested on her hip.

“Eastern Building…. It… Phew…” He started his sentence, leant forward with his hands on his knees. He couldn’t even hold enough air in to make a cohesive sentence.

Of course, this just annoyed Vivianne. “Spit it out.” She urged, tone stern and punctual with it.

“Eastern building got raided.” Adler finally spit it out, holding a hand to his chest. The news made Vivianne’s eyes widen a bit, her expression growing a little confused.

“Raided? What do you mean "raided?” The ash haired doctor questioned, her head tilted forward as if demanding some kind of explanation.

The blonde doctor just shook his head, standing up a bit straighter. “I was doing what you said… Trying to find Y/N… So, I went to her building…But then, I noticed a whole bunch of men rush the building… I booked it out of there….” Adler explained, pacing a bit while he spoke. His conscience felt guilty. He ran off like a coward and probably let these… Rats kill one of their own.

Vivianne seemed lost for words. Her eyes looked away as she processed the news, feeling a sinking feeling in her gut at the thought of one of the original three being gone to something so…. so preventable. Her brain wanted to think logically about this, but her heart didn’t seem to agree.

“…Do you know for sure that Dr. Quil was in that building?” Vivianne questioned in a monotone voice, her head tilting slightly.

Adler couldn’t say for sure. “…I… I would like to hope not… But, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re starting to hurt the supply at the source.” He said his thoughts, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stood. His eyes grew worrisome. The idea of anyone becoming a target… He avoided the war for that reason… He didn’t want to be a target.

Vivianne felt bitter, her eyes closing for a moment. “…Start telling the staff to start closing everything up.” She says, standing up straighter. “Tell them that it’s urgent as well. I don’t want a single doctor left behind.” Her hand pulled a document from her desk, pushing it into one of the drawers with a slight of hand.

Adler looked at Vivianne with a confused expression, his eyebrows knitting together. “…What about the crates?… Surely, we can’t just… Leave them?” He asked, curious if they were going to just leave them there.

Vivianne nodded, “Don’t worry about that. Until we get definite confirmation that Dr. Quil is dead. We will proceed with clean-up here. Priority documents come first. Crates can collect dust for all I care. They’re not worth the sacrifice of the other good doctors here.” Her way of explaining the situation made Adler feel a little more at ease. He nodded his head in agreement. The earlier they got out, the better.

“Now leave me be… I need… Uh…” Vivianne looked around a bit lost, her eyes looking down at her desk. “I need to be alone for a little while…” She took a seat in her chair, her elbows resting on the surface of her cluttered desk and her hands clasping together as if in prayer. Her heart felt heavy. It felt like everything was going downhill from here.

Dr. Adler nodded his head, immediately leaving to go start the prep up for evac. There was a lot of equipment to be packed away. Transportation was also going to be a little tight, but as long as people were able to leave then it didn’t matter.

Vivianne stared at the door of her office, her eyes closing tightly as flashbacks to when she first met Y/N had suddenly triggered.

——

“Luther, Denis, Vivianne, and Adler. You’re being requested over to The Scouts Main Quarters. Please go ASAP.” The head medic spoke, flipping through a wooden clipboard as he stood at the doorway.

Vivianne pulled her mask down and looked over, her expression growing confused. “Wh-What do they need us for…?” She questioned, taking off her blood soaked gloves.

The man looked up at Vivianne, shaking his head in disapproval. “Does it matter? If I say to go, you go.” He spoke firmly, making the girl slightly purse her lips together as if to hold back on being disrespectful.

She only nodded, looking back down at the soldier that was missing an arm from an expedition… Survived, but now retired… It was unfortunate. “Rest easy…” She softly spoke, patting his shoulder before she turned and left the room.

In the hallway, Luther and Denis seemed to be messing around a bit, pushing and shoving each other. Adler stood with his hand adjusting his glasses, keeping a cocky explanation on his face as they waited for Vivianne.

“You coming, slowpoke? We’re waiting on you.” Denis said, wrapping an arm around Luther’s shoulder.

Adler scoffed, “At least try to act professional, Denis…” The blonde man spoke, his expression showing his disdain for how casual the two were being.

Luther rolled his eyes, “You act like we’re seeing the Queen. Get your breeches untangled and let loose, will ya? I swear, all I ever hear you do is complain.” The taller man spoke, Denis laughing a bit from his friend’s observation.

Adler just gritted his teeth, shaking his head. He adjusted his glasses once more, “You ready?” Adler asked Vivianne, wanting this done and over with as soon as possible.

Vivianne gave a quick nod, catching up with the three.

She remembered the debriefings they were subjected to with Commander Hange. The eccentric way the commander handled themselves made Luther and Denis more excited for this sudden call.

But, Vivianne was very… suspicious. Becoming a field medic sounded crazy… All this confidentiality also rubbed her wrong. What the hell were they hiding?

“Given the circumstances, I will give you the opportunity to back out… However, you 4 were hand picked because of your overall evaluations back when you were in training as well as your medical expertise. This is for progress… A trial we conducted a few time before. It will be the first on field medical team.” Hange explained with a more serious tone, pushing a paper towards the four medics.

Luther was the first to raise his hand, “Is it just us…? Or will there be more?” He asked, making Vivianne give him a side-eye.

Hange paced a bit, nodding their head. “I will only say that you have a captain.” They stopped, motioning towards the door. “Unlike you all, she didn’t necessarily have a choice in the matter whether she joined or not.”

Adler shook his head, standing up. “I rather value my life. I would find it a waste to leave it in the hands of some… Scout. Thank you for the offer though. Hopefully, you can find some other fool to take my place.” His reluctance made Vivianne want to leave as well, finding the idea of fighting alongside The Scouts to be so foolish. A death sentence handed down on a gruesome platter, that’s basically what it was.

As Adler left, Vivianne debated with herself. She too could live a comfortable life.. A life with no worries besides the worries that came in through doors in the arms of fellow comrades…

“Damn… I really thought I sold the idea. Anyone else?” Hange sighed, pushing up their goggles to rub their eyes. Handa landed on their hips, looking amongst the younger men and at Vivianne.

The room stayed quiet, Luther soon reaching to the table to grab the paper of the plans. Vivianne watched him debate it, soon just nodding. “Fuck it… I’m in.” He stood up, tossing the paper back onto the table. Vivianne just watched as Denis followed through too.

“Me too. I’ll join too!” Denis said with a confident fist to his chest. His lips held a self-assured smile too, pushing Luther with his arm, who then pushed him back.

‘What the…’ She thought they were crazy. Why the hell would they want to go beyond the walls? The safety was all here. They had the easy part of just sitting and waiting, cleaning and tending…. But, she hadn’t denied the offer yet… So, was she crazy too? Was it some weird curiosity?

Her eyes then met up with the commander’s, “What about you?” Hange asked, holding out a hand to her. Vivianne wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she grabbed that hand, sealing the deal of her participation.

She remembered how the team was escorted throughout the barrack building. Faces that were familiar passed by, making Vivianne stare more with interest. She didn’t expect them to be so close to such big names… Hell, she even thinks she saw Mikasa there.

“Holy hell, that’s literally Levi.” Denis grabbed Luther’s arm, shaking him slightly. As they approached the closed door that Levi seemed to guard, his back leaned against the wall.

“Is this them?” Levi asked, Hange nodding their head. “One didn’t take the offer, but we’ll still have 4.” Hange answered, adjusting their uniform coat. “Baby steps as they say.” Adding to the conversation, they looked back at the squad behind.

Vivianne saw how Hange placed a stack of papers in Levi’s hand. “Perfect.” He said, looking through them briefly before he finally opened the door.

Vivianne looked around, taking in the sight of the lab that seemed to have been built there. A lot of beakers… A lot of scrap metal too… It felt like they just walked into a madman’s science experiment.

But, it was a lot crazier than that.

The figure at the desk lifted their head up and turned to look over their shoulder, soon meeting eyes with her. And suddenly, she felt breathless.

Hange ensured the door was closed behind them, taking the initiative to walk over to the desk.

“Your captain for this operation is Y/N L/N.” Levi spoke, his hands at his sides. He kept it short and blunt, there wasn’t a need for everyone to be getting comfortable. Not yet, anyways.

Vivianne watched how the quiet persona in the room pushed back a pair of goggles from her face before turning to look at the group before her. Judgemental eyes stared, nodding as if she was satisfied.

“You’re the—” Vivianne spoke up, recognizing that face from the bulletin board. The mute doctor placed a finger to her lips and just hushed.

Y/N stood up, the sound of a heavy boot came with every step. Vivianne wasn’t sure what she felt… Was it envy? There was something in how Y/N carried herself despite being the one with the greatest disadvantage in the room.

She wanted to capture it. She wanted it to herself.

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Annie stayed seated on a small bed that Uncle Miles provided, a hand covering her chest while Y/N took a look at the wound on her shoulder. She felt a few stings whenever the mute doctor touched the surely scarred skin.

‘Whoever did this was surely an amateur.’ Y/N gestured, looking over at the bandit that was enjoying a little meal that her uncle had provided. It felt good to be back at home eating all this good food.

“…Sorry, not everyone has experience.” Dakota said, licking their thumb from the sauce that the stew had. Nothing like a good meal to end the day. They stood by the window, looking out at the street. It was always entertaining to see people interact while they ate.

Y/N was thankful she had the proper supplies to start cleaning the wound. So, she started with that first. Having to remove stitches was a bit of a pain, but she knew it was better than letting Annie walk around with busted up looking stitches.

Annie had trouble keeping her eyes averted, always finding herself unconsciously getting distracted by how Y/N would occasionally bite her lip or how her face concentrated on cleaning the inflamed area with a washcloth. The touch enough to make Annie slightly wince and squint her eyes away.

“I just wished it didn’t hurt so bad.” Annie softly muttered, staying still while Y/N worked.

From a professional standpoint, Y/N was a bit concerned about a potential problem. The wound was definitely not correctly treated, and the old sutures were practically loose and tied too big. But, personally, she couldn’t say that Annie didn’t deserve it. A little mean, but she was allowed to be angry.

“So when are we addressing the problem with Vivianne?” Dakota asked, tossing her plate down on her desk with the others once she was finished with her meal. Her hands wiped themselves on her pants, walking over to stand over the doctor and ambassador.

Y/N finished up the cleaning, putting her washcloth down in a bucket beside them. Her attention moved over to Dakota, not sure what they were expecting.

‘Whenever I can get back. I should be able to talk to her about this… She cannot know about the attack on my building though. If she does, I’ll be stuck in the offices and I won’t be able to help you.’ Y/N explained, standing up from the bed and using a small cloth to wipe her hands. ‘She won’t be easy to persuade, but she’s never been easy.’ Y/N signed once more, sighing at the fact she needed to go head to head with her of all people. Adler, she didn’t care much for. She could debate with him whenever and wherever… Vivianne was more hardheaded. A woman bound by a weird sense of leadership. She held every nurse with an iron grip. Not her though. She could never hold her down.

Dakota hummed, “Tell me about it.” her eyes looking back over at Annie who seemed to be checking out her new sutures. However, her eyes were focused a bit more on Y/N.

Annie was stuck in a little world of her own at the moment, trying to process everything that’s happened. Everything that will happen. “Who is Dr. Vivianne?” Annie questioned, her head tilting a bit. She hadn’t heard of the name. Nor did she read about it… This was someone completely new.

Y/N could’ve answered that question in a multitude of ways, but she didn’t. She just stood there and shook her head, ‘Head of the Medical Division. She took after Henry Belis when he died after the war.’ She gestured, not very fond of the history. Especially, not when her and Vivianne had so much of it.

“…So she’s your mentor?” Annie stood up from the bed, adjusting her clothes to cover up with just the fix of some buttons on her shirt.

Y/N shook her head once more, almost finding that idea a bit funny. ‘No. If anything she’s just a person in the big chair.’ Her hand gestures showed a little more of the sadder truth of this story.

A constant shift in power always made its way between Adler, Vivianne and Y/N. Either it was a battle of different approaches to certain things, or just Vivianne putting her foot down…. Y/N always had no choice but to listen.

Dakota took a step forward, a hand gesturing towards Annie. “What she means is, she’s a hothead with too much power. Haven’t thought of one instance where she’s not sending Adler to me. A control freak. Always up my ass about quite literally everything that happens as if I don’t have it all under a watchful eye.” The bandit scoffed.

Y/N knew that Dakota and Vivianne were also on opposite sides of the fence. It wasn’t anything new though.

“…She doesn’t sound… nice.” Annie commented in a weird blunt way that made Y/N give a small exhale of amusement. The blonde’s interest suddenly hyperfixed on that little action, her mind blanking a bit.

Y/N then shook her head, ‘She’s the product of someone who lets expectations cloud judgment… Someone who let their promotion go straight to her head.’ She signed with her eyes averted, crossed her arms after while making her way over to the window. Her mind always drifted back to the past… How, she constantly felt the weight on her shoulders as she did back then. Why was it always her making tough decisions? She never had a moment to just… Be.

“Y/N, I want you to lead the Medical Research Council.”

That offer was the downfall of the bonds they used to hold. When it became more about competition than about actually helping. Who was better and who could fill the shoes that were left. Y/N remember denying the position… Wanting to live a quieter life. The occasional job here and there… But, now here she was. Fighting against her own moral compass and risking her job because she’s never been one to leave others behind. Not now, not ever. She was thankful that Luther and Denis shared that principle.

She was tired.

Dakota could see that look in Y/N’s face. How her eyebrows furrowed down, a look of lost confidence. “…You two have history then?” She finally asked, making Y/N’s head turn away.

Annie stayed quiet, just wanting to know anything that Y/N would give her… Anything that book never told. Those continued chapters. She just… She needed to know.

And Y/N told them.

‘We worked together for a while. I was under the watchful eye of Commander Hange, placed to be a field medic and soon captain for a squad … She was… my partner. Someone I could trust at the time… A voice almost.’ Her gestures were careful, her face showing a mixture of emotions. But, she didn’t miss those moments. ‘At least, that’s what I thought at the time… But, when you’re running for someone else, you forget to walk. She forgot to walk and instead took the opportunity to fly… Hasn’t come down since.’ Her way of telling the story made Annie feel like she got a good punch to the gut. Like she was too late.

Dakota was surprised, head almost jolting back a bit from the information shared. That made a whole lot more sense now…. Why couldn't they find anything based on the missing parts of this “case.”

“You were been quietly stationed…? Why the hell would they do that?” Dakota was so fucking confused. In what universe, does making someone go missing create a benefit?

Annie was struggling to understand as well, her expression contorting with its own confusion. “That doesn’t make sense…” Annie started her thought, pointing towards Y/N, who in turn turned to look directly at the ambassador.

“I was working with the scouts during the rumbling… They said they never saw you...” Annie could remember it easily. Jean didn’t know. Connie didn’t know. Mikasa was the one who told her that Y/N’s been… Armin even said the same thing….

Y/N took a step forward, ‘What did you expect the friends of a former enemy to do?… I was working and had you come after me, you would’ve been killed.’ She knew her words were coming off a bit hostile, maybe even a bit bitter… But, she was… She was allowed to be. That was the truth. She had bigger responsibilities than

Dakota stayed quiet though, taking a place against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. She wanted to see how this entire thing unfolded, but kept a watchful eye on if it got… Too heated between the two.

Annie shook her head, “You weren’t my…” She then stopped herself, because at the time… They were enemies. They fought on different sides of the walls. Y/N stood a little taller, her eyes looking into Annie. The same way they used to when she couldn’t promise anything. It made Annie speechless.

There was a pregnant pause before Y/N tilted her head, hands signing her thoughts. ‘I liked to keep my whereabouts private… That was until recently… With the war over and a lot of the members no longer here… Now, I am just a doctor and rep for medical research.’ The mute doctor’s footsteps grew closer to Annie, the two eventually standing face to face. As much as it pained her to mention the death of her mentor and practically her guardian Hange, it was true. After the war on Marley… Y/N’s squad was disbanded to focus full time on other things.

Annie’s eyes softened up, her eyes unconsciously moving downwards towards the lips of the other woman. “And what was so important?… I could think of many instances where people needed a medic and you just weren’t there.” Annie questioned with a more sharpness in her tone. Her eyes looked back up into Y/N’s eyed again, their gazes strong enough to probably light a flame.

‘Who do you think delivered the queen’s heir?’ Y/N’s response made Dakota have a little outburst, her head shaking in disbelief. She pushed herself off from the wall and approached the doctor with an accusatory tone. “Bullshit! Everyone knows that Dr—” Her voice stopped immediately, eyes showing a shocking realization. That’s when Dakota’s hand soon pointed directly at the mute doctor, the doctor holding a prideful smile.

Annie’s eyes shifted to Dakota, trying to understand what revelation they had just came upon… Then she heard it. A name she’s heard of before.

“Dr. Quil…” Dakota’s realization rang in her voice, expression showing the new information boggled her mind. The documents were shredded because Y/N didn’t exist in the corp…. Y/N and Dr. Quil didn’t exist at the same time. They couldn’t.

“Dr. Quil helped me out with my bent out leg. I’d recommend seeing her if you need a check-up.”

The memory made Annie’s body feel suddenly cold. Her eyes finding themselves downcast and her hands at her sides in the shape of fists. Hiding in plain sight… Then she remembered what Dakota said to her when she was tied up in that chair.

“Name has been dead for a long time….” Annie spoke under her breath, trying to take in everything… But, It was too… Too much.

‘Marley was lovely, by the way. I find it crazy I made it there before you did.’ Y/N was just fucking with Annie now, the tension starting to grow the more that Y/N revealed. Annie immediately grabbed Y/N by her shirt collar, staring at her old lover with a more cold gaze. Was she mocking her?

The threatening look didn’t make Y/N flinch, she wasn’t the same person she was before… Annie had to accept that… There was no journal writing, no walks through the snow, no late night visits that ended up in a tangle of limbs… They were strangers. A clean slate. They didn’t recognize each other. That’s what years did to something that wasn’t fully established.

“Amby…” Dakota placed a hand on Annie’s chest, keeping her voice steady to calm Annie’s overwhelming emotions. But, It was all just too much to take in. Her fists clenched harder, her eyes wide and she was spiraling a bit.

But, it wasn’t. They were just battle-hardened creatures now… Both had their secrets. ‘Be mad that I lied, Sure. But, you can’t be mad at me for doing the same shit you did to me.’ Y/N was right. She wasn’t any better… They were the same coin, different sides. Annie couldn’t be mad that Y/N took a more respectable route of things.

“Annie.” Dakota’s voice raised, stern and hushed as to not disturb her uncle who was probably in his own sorrows with his mourning.

“You act like I didn’t care.” Annie’s voice wavered in their justifications. “I didn’t fucking leave you because I wanted to!”

‘You left because you knew you couldn’t stand to tell me the truth. You couldn’t even be honest with me when I got hurt because of you.’ Y/N’s words struck into her like daggers. And they were right… Annie was the biggest coward. The one that ran away because it got too complicated and the fact Y/N saw that and looked down on her… She didn’t know what to say.

Dakota’s hand pushed against Annie’s chest again, “That’s enough.” The bandit wasn’t going to let this continue, making Annie finally let go of her old lover’s shirt. Y/N even swatted Annie’s hands away, the sounds of breaths heavy coming from the two lovers. Dakota pushed them away from each other, pointing a finger at the blonde then at the H/C as if they were dogs. Both just back off, staring at each other from past Dakota.

The doctor fixed her collar, dusting herself off while she took that moment to breathe. She knew Annie could easily overpower her, did she care? No. She knew she had the upper hand. They both were in a position that couldn’t be replaced. Both were important people… With powerful names…

“Let me remind you both that we don’t need this. I get it! You’re pissed off at her. She’s hung up on you… But, right now??? We have shit we got to do.” The gang leader motioned between the two, hazel eyes meeting up with the doctor’s. “Doctor?” Dakota spoke to move the attention from Annie to herself, cautiously holding out their hand to the disheveled woman. Y/N just looked down at it with a stubborn glare. A little parley on their personal matters… How fun.

“We get this done, you both can sit… Maybe, have a nice coffee above ground about it. Hell! Kill each other afterwards if you really want to! I don’t give a damn. Now, we know what we need. We need to rest, wake up and have that meeting with Vivianne with no delay.” The way Fabel spoke really showed that they knew how to keep the game fair. That’s how they liked it. Fair, sweet and short. None of this back and forth.

Annie licked the inside of her cheek, still feeling that bubbling annoyance in her gut. She was also smacked with guilt and doubt. She just nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. It’s not like she wanted to fight her. and Y/N didn’t want to fight her either… She was exhausted.

“Deal?” Dakota asked, eyebrows raising to show a more neutral face to the doctor. She didn’t want to seem like she picked a side, there was no sides.

With much contemplation, Y/N reached over to shake the bandit’s hand. She can play nice for a bit. E/C eyes met up with blue soon after, ‘I know a nice cafe we can go to when this is all over. I’m guessing you like it with extra sugar?’ The doctor signed to Annie, making the ambassador suddenly look taken aback.

“How did you—?” Annie was caught off guard, head turning to follow as Y/N walked past her to start getting their stuff together for bed. She might not have realized, but Y/N still remembered her sweet tooth. Not that she would admit it.

Dakota shook their head, rolling their eyes as they left the two to get their shit together. The bandit was expecting a cute reunion, maybe some fighting with a little bit of declarations of love… No, just got a headache. A massive one.

“Hey, Uncle. Do you have rope?” Dakota asked, coming down the stairs to see the older man at his workstation. His eye looked over to the younger Fabel, placing down an axe head he was sharpening.

“What do you need rope for?…” He asked, watching as Dakota made her way over. She stopped across the work bench, hands in her pockets with her eyes looking at all the new things her uncle had been busying himself with.

“I got two dogs that need to get along. Figured I would just tie them up until they did…” Her hands picked up a shiny blue steel knife with a beautiful redwood handle. She gave it a few practice swings, testing how the blade hid away before flicking it out again.

Miles softly hummed, “Is that what I heard upstairs…?” He turned back to his work, sanding down a handle for an axe he was making.

Dakota nodded with a dramatic head nod, folding the knife back into itself. That’s when Miles held out his hand, “Makes the place a lot more lively… Can’t say I hated it.” He said with a short laugh, making Fabel feel a little guilty. They knew what he meant, it wasn’t just him that felt that way.

She gave him the knife, watching him pull away from the desk to place it into a little sheath he had made for it. A pretty thing, lovely dark leather always looked good. “I’m sorry for not being around much, M…” She apologized, pulling a chair out from his desk that was cluttered with ideas and projects. She sat across, leaning back in it.

He took a deep breath, looking at her with tired eye. “You're all good, D… I know you’re busy with managing the gang. I gave you that responsibility after all… I know how much it takes away.” He looked back down at the wooden handle in his hand, placing down the sandpaper to test how it felt in his hands.

Dakota sighed, “…I’m working hard to stop it… I mean.. I’m not going to say much, but I’ve been establishing quite the connections.” She saw how he shook his head.

It didn’t matter how many connections a person had. For some reason, this place always took and took. It took his left eye… It took his wife… He was stagnant… Just a guy who made tools for a gang he used to run.

“Hmm… Just don’t get swept up in it, D.” He simply said, his voice quiet. It pained Dakota to see him this way… Watching him adjust that eyepatch on his face, sometimes she could see his hands shake.

“It’ll have to catch up to me to sweep me up, Uncle.” Her voice softened up, watching as he sighed and shook his head. “I’m serious.” He replied, looking up at the young bandit. Despite her being older now, he still saw that little girl that enjoyed watching him make new things.

“I know.” She exhaled, standing up from the chair. “I promise. Once this is all over, we can take a trip above ground… get some fresh air. Maybe, we can see the water too. I know you’ve always wanted to do that.” She promised, holding a soft smile. It was one of those smiles that made Miles feel at ease.

“…Sure… We’ll go see the water.” He agreed with the pretty thought. Maybe he needed to get away from all of this… But, nothing could ever fill his missing piece… Not even water. Dakota gave a wink, motioning towards the kitchen as she started to head for head. “Make sure you eat, Uncle. Don’t need you passed out on your workbench again.” She advised, footsteps echoing as Dakota went up.

The older man’s eye looks over at the urn on the shelf, “What are we going to do with this kid, Kate?…” He asked before he shook his head and got back to work on making his axe.

——

“LUTHER! RUN!” Denis yelled, sprinting down the alleyway behind his best friend. Luther was running just like he was told, looking back behind them as men started to rush them.

“I want them alive!” The man ordered, stopping his chase and pointing at his men to go after them. His lips lifted into a proud smirk, hearing the bullets fire and the feet of men running at his demand… Was this what it was like to have power Instead of being kicked to the ground?

Denis followed close behind, pulling down barrels and crates to obstruct any path. Luther knew something was fucked when they saw those bastards were starting to block off streets. They had to ditch the wagon because of it and It fucked with him, he knew what they were looking for. Their faces were well known from the papers.

BANG!

Luther found himself ducking his head, scrambling into another set of alleyways behind some brothel. Bugs and rats scurried past his feet. His heart racing in his ears made it feel as if his head was underwater. He couldn’t hear anything. Just kept running and running.

“Through here!” Luther said, finding an old building they could run through. He looked at the old doors on it, taking a step back before using as much momentum and adrenaline to kick the damn thing open. Once the door broke open, Luther pushed himself through the splintering wood. The place was dark and dusty, but he could care less…

“Denis, I think we should—” He turned behind him and saw no one. Her heart dropping instantly, all he could hear now was the sound of his own heavy breathing.

“Denis?…Brother?” He helplessly called out.

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h4untedsp3ctor · 6 months ago

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I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED-

Helpless

Oops! I wrote a smut fic 🫣 I haven't even watched Scenes from a Marriage yet but I was watching some clips (this one in particular) and then suddenly this entire fic just showed up on my Google Docs. I don't even know what this man does for work I just know that he's gorgeous (and Jessica's character makes him sad lol). adult content begins directly bellow the cut. Also I'm reposting bc it wasn't showing up in any tags earlier.

Pairing: (soft dom!)Johnathan Levy x f!Reader

Word Count: 1235 // Warnings: sexual content, female masturbation, inability to orgasm, kind of praise kink, slight degradation, possibly OOC Johnathan - I've only seen like 10 minutes of clips // second person POV, afab female reader

Summary:Your husband comes home to find you trying to get off. Emphasis on trying.

You’d known it was pointless when you started, but you did it anyway. You’d been sitting alone at home when one thing had led to another which had collided so conveniently with the fact that you were ovulating, and you felt that familiar need growing between your legs. At some point, you’d sunk down to the floor so your back was against the bed frame, and one hand had slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, while you used the other to find pictures of your husband on your phone.

If anyone ever found out you masturbated to pictures of your husband, you’d die of embarrassment. They usually weren’t even nudes, because he never really sent any. You’d heard your nephew use the phrase “down bad” once. That was probably what you were. But there was just no one you were more attracted to, and nothing that turned you on more than your husband.

It got to the point where your fingers were desperately pumping in and out of your sex, your head lolled back, eyes almost closed but still glimpsing one of those rare nude photos that glowed dimly on your phone, now discarded on the floor. You knew you’d reached your limit. Whenever you touched yourself, you would always eventually hit a wall it seemed only Johnathan in the flesh could help you climb.

It didn’t stop you from trying. Imagining your hand that groped your breast under his shirt that you were wearing and that played with your clit was his. You thought of how turned on your breasts made him. Even when you protested and said they were nothing special, just touching them for a little while would get him so hard and so eager to please you. It made you feel a bit smug that just a part of your body always had such an effect on him.

You remembered exactly how he would touch you. How he would stroke your hair and mutter how good of a job you were doing while he helped you reach your high.

You moaned and pushed your head further back against the box spring. Your walls were twitching around your fingers. You breathed his name over and over like a prayer.

“Aw honey, well that’s not gonna do you much good, is it?”

A voice from the doorway snatched you from your reverie, sounding over the obscene squelching, the only other noise in the room.

Jonathan was leaning against the doorframe, looking down at you with little more than mild curiosity. He looked like a work of art, the way the light from the hallway glowed around him where he stood between there and the dark room. You could hardly see his face as it was cast in shadow, but the outline of his curls and his frame was still such a sight to behold.

All you could do was whimper with need when your eyes met his. He knew full well the power he had over you. He knew you were chasing something only he could provide.

“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, stepping closer. He said it like he was casually inquiring about what book you were reading, rather than seeing you quivering on the floor, whimpering and moaning his name.

Your fingers ceased their motion, starting to slide out from underneath your boxers, your chest heaving, when he said, “No, sweetie, did I say you could stop?”

“No,” you replied breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow at you expectantly, nodding towards where your hand had just been.

You started circling your clit with your slick-soaked index finger, your hips bucking ever so slightly forward with the motion.

He crouched down beside you, an amused smile spreading across his face at the sight of the picture that was still displayed on your phone.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, baby.” He kissed your forehead and you leaned up into his touch, chasing the physical contact, but he quickly pulled away. “You didn’t think you could get off without looking at me, did you?”

You shook your head in response - you couldn’t find the ability to speak, you were so overwhelmed by sensation and need. Your fingers rubbed faster and you thought maybe, maybe you could get closer to the edge, now that he was here, talking down to you like this.

“But you and I both know that was never gonna get you there.”

He slid off your boxers as he spoke, your hips jerking towards him as soon as he hooked a finger in the waistband. He pressed a few soft kisses to the insides of your legs, never venturing higher than just above your knee. His eyes were fixed on your dripping core. He hummed in appreciation at the little show before him.

You only barely noticed the tears of frustration dropping down your cheeks. You needed him to touch you, and give you that release that you craved.

“Johnathan please,” you begged. You sounded so pitiful when you said it. “I need you please-mhhm please.”

He reached up and tenderly wiped away your tears.

“Okay sweetheart,” he soothed, “It’s okay, I’ll help you.”

He kissed your cheek as he replaced your hand with his own, immediately sheathing his middle and ring fingers into you, the palm�� of his hand rubbing against your clit.

“I know you can’t do it on your own, sweetheart and that’s okay,” he said against your skin while his fingers curled inside you, beckoning your release. “It makes me feel so special, baby - that you’re so helpless without me. That I’m the only one who can make you come.”

You whined, your hips bucking towards him. You felt your release building within you now. You were already so close-

He took your hand that wasn’t gripped in his hair and brought it to cup the growing bulge in his jeans.

“So special,” he reiterated.

He captured your lips in his and curled his fingers against your sweet spot once more, and that was all that you needed. You came, spasming around his fingers, your fist clenching in a vice-grip in his soft, gray hair.

He kissed along your jaw, muttering praise as you came down from your high. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

When you were eventually able to think and move again, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. You were a little embarrassed, but mainly just happy to be back in his arms.

“I’m sorry you had to walk in on that.” you said lightheartedly.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, baby,” he said, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather see.”

You both just stayed there for a while, holding each other in comfortable silence.

“What got you so worked up?” he eventually asked.

“I dunno,” you said, shrugging. “I just missed you.”

You pulled away to look him in the eye. You could get so lost in those big brown eyes. He blinked slowly, a smile teasing the corners of his lips.

“Did you um,” you asked hesitantly, “Did you miss me?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding, his eyes glazed over with lust.

He started kissing your neck, and a small moan erupted from your chest. He rolled his hips and you felt his firm bulge grind against your leg.

“I missed you so much.”

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bunnies4steven · 1 year ago

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Dark!Jonathan Levy x AFAB!reader

╰┈➤ WARNINGS : NSFW, SMUT, BREEDING KINK, NON CONSENSUAL BREEDING, AGE GAP, PROFESSOR! JONATHAN LEVY, ORAL MALE RECEIVING, DD/LG DYNAMICS, IMPACT PLAY, P IN V SEX, PET NAMES (SWEET GIRL, BABY, HONEY, SLUT, COCKWHORE), UNPROTECTED SEX, NON-CON, DADDY KINK, PRAISING AND DEGRADING KINK, ROUGH SEX, CO-ERCION, DARK THEMES, MDNI.

˗ˏˋ✎ part one, part two, part four

𓆩⚝𓆪 caution: this fic is very dark and contains themes of non-con and blackmail. if these things trigger you I advise you to not read this and click off.

You meeting Jonathan after class would become a routine. Sometimes you guys would talk about your education, internships, or even personal life. Deep down you knew that it was a bit inappropriate to hear Jonathan talk about divorce but he was giving you so many opportunities. Also, you felt empathy for him. You were a child of divorce and your father left your mother. You knew how hard your father leaving your mother affected her. So when Johnathan revealed his wife left him you couldn’t help but comfort him.

You comforting him really fed into his delusions. The fact you comforted him and you understood him made his heart flutter as if he was a teenage girl. He knew you were perfect for him. You were so sweet to him, he deserved you. And you deserved him, you needed a stronger and older man to take care of you. He figured your father wasn’t in your life as you told him that story of your father leaving your mother. Jonathan felt like he could fill that hole in your heart. Jonathan felt like, no, knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. If you didn’t want him then you wouldn’t have worn those tight fitting jeans for him, or you wouldn't have come and visited him after every class. You gave him so many hints and that’s why he was planning to confess to you. It was night time and you were in his personal office. You had just finished talking about your recent assignment and that new internship he had gotten you. There was a silence though and you could tell he wanted you to stay longer. He gave you a look of hunger and you could tell but you didn’t notice the lust behind it. You didn’t know he was thinking the filthiest thoughts about you. So you then called him out breaking him away from those thoughts, “What?” “Nothin’ you’re just pretty.” Jonathan expressed. Your cheeks heated up, but you felt his compliment was a bit inappropriate. You decided to ignore that thought because he probably meant it in a platonic way. “Oh thank you pro-” but before you could finish he interjected “Don’t call me professor, baby. Call me Jonathan.” You laughed nervously, feeling awkward that he called you a pet name and he told you to call him by his name. You then said to him “That’s a bit too inappropriate, professor. I am your student.” “Not here you’re not. You’re in my office and home.” Jonathan responded. You didn’t know what to say to that. You felt there was something eerie in the air and something wasn’t written. You just smiled and got up. Before you grabbed your purse and you walked to the door you said, “I should probably leave.” You then tried to open the door but it was locked. Your heart stopped and you started breathing fast. You slowly turned around and you had to act smart. If you freaked out that would give him more of a reason to lock here. “C-Can you open the door for m-me?” You politely requested. “No.” He declined. There was something smug in his response like he planned this and it was coming to fruition. “Why not?” You asked. “Because I want you to take off your clothes and get on your fuckin’ knees for me.” Jonathan deadpanned.

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beezlub · 2 years ago

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luckyheart-67676 · 3 years ago

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Thinking about Oscar Issac's thighs

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thisisarcanereverie · 3 years ago

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With a Heavy Heart (Marc Spector x Reader)

this is part 2 to "Light as a Feather" based off an ask from my 500 follower prompt list!

This is a Marc Spector x Reader Angst!

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending for Marc.

It’s been years since you last saw Marc.

Nine to Ten years at least, but of course you could only remember only half of those, considering that you were one of the billions blipped by Thanos during the Battle of Wakanda. One moment you and Johnathan, your long term boyfriend at that point, were having tea and reading while it rained. The next thing you know it’s a completely different time of day and instead of one cup of freshly brewed black tea and a copy of “Oliver Twist” in your hands, you hold nothing. And your apartment was empty, and Johnathan was standing a bit aways from you equally confused.

Once you both were caught up on what had happened, a sick feeling wretched itself into your gut. Five years, five years had gone by and you had no idea what had happened. Johnathan had left to look for his daughter while you went to call your family in Chicago.

Your father had passed and your mother was still at home, having retired just a few years after the Snap. After making sure your siblings were alright as well, your fingers lingered on the call button after putting in his number. But called anyways, the dial tone only ringing for a few seconds before light breathing could be heard on the other side of the phone.

“Hello?” a tentative, posh british voice came through, you sighed a quiet sigh of relief in knowing he picked up. That somehow he had made it through the blip.

“Hi,” You said, “I’m sorry I must have dialed the wrong number by mistake.” Although you had met Steven, Marc’s alter, a few times throughout your friendship Marc had warned you to keep minimal contact with him. Saying that his life and Steven’s life should never become intertwined if at all possible. Hell he even paid rent for a flat a block away from the one he and Layla shared so that way Steven would never know.

“Oh,” his voice crackled, “sorry about that.” You couldn’t help but laugh, you just lied to him about calling the wrong number and yet he was the one apologizing.

“It’s fine,” you said, “have a good day Steven.”

“H-how did you-” You hung up before he could finish the question as you began to go down the list of people you wanted to check up on.

Later on that day you and Johnathan met in the park, where it seemed that stations were being set up for the people who got blipped. You and Johnathan sat next to each other on a bench, a trauma blanket wrapped around you both.

“Five years,” You said astonished, “I still can’t believe it.”

“Ava is fifteen years old,” Johnathan said, staring off into space with you, “she hardly remembered who I am.” you both just sat there, that sentence hanging in the air. The sun sets and the lights from the park light up as people continue to bustle around you. At this point you’ve seen maybe a few families being reunited in a heart wrenching sweetness as tears were shed. All of it was bittersweet, your family was way out in Chicago and Mira, Johnathan’s ex wife, kicked him out.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s get married.”

You looked beside you to see his gaze on you, the street light glaring off of the reflective surface of his glasses just a bit, but you could still feel his dark eyes and the serious nature of the question.

“What?” was the first thing to come out of your mouth, unfiltered.

“I’m serious,” Johnathan insisted, grabbing your hands in his large ones, “this isn’t about the five year blip or me being emotional right now. We just lost five years and I don’t want to lose another one without being married to you, or at least risk asking you knowing full well that you can say no.” He touched your forehead with his. “But please… don’t say no.”

You looked at him, truly looked at him, the way his hair fell in front of his eyes and his eyes were closed. You knew Johnathan well enough to know when he was trying to be brave, and right now you could see it. He was being brave by being vulnerable to you right now, this was him loving and trusting you enough to not break him. Something he rarely did, seeing as Mira nearly destroyed him. You smile as you bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles before gently cupping his face, his thick beard tickling the palm of your hand.

“Yes.”

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It’s been three years since you’ve come back from the blip. After taking some time to recover from the fallout, you and Johnathan worked for a while before being able to afford a small wedding. Johnathan had taken time to get to know his daughter again, and you spent time with Ava as well, she was a great kid. She was smart and confident. You and her had similar tastes in books, leaning more towards the classic romantic type. So you gave her a few Jane Austen’s and mixed in a few Emily Dickinson poems for variety. It was something you and her bonded over, and while you and Mira didn’t see eye to eye on some things, you tried your best to keep the relationship between you civil. For Ava’s sake at least.

However the gentle tussling from the crib next to you reminded you of the other reason you kept things civil with Mira. You let out a gentle smile as you saw your son's dark eyes staring widely at you, a gleeful, toothless smile stretched across his face as he saw you looking at him. He had been a surprise to say the least, Johnathan had nearly fainted from excitement though. He was doting and experienced in this, which you were thankful for. He loved your son very much, just as loved Ava, and honestly you were the same.

You placed the bookmark carefully inside your book to mark your place as you set it aside to pick up the giggling infant in front of you.

“Hey little one,” You cooed as you picked him up and placed him on your hip, “did you have a nice nap.” He clapped his hands excitedly as a response, he was always so lovely when he woke up from his naps. And for a baby, he was pretty even tempered, barely woke up in the middle of the night.

After changing him out of his sweaty onesie and diaper and changing him into a pair of fresh ones you made your way to the kitchen and placed him in the highchair and gave him a few toys to occupy himself with as you started on dinner.

You had no sooner put the water on to boil when the light ring of the doorbell rang through the house. You checked the time on your stove, only for your curiosity to grow further. It was far too soon for Johnathan to come home early, and even then he wouldn’t use the doorbell.

Making sure your son was alright you went to open the door, the frosted decorative glass on the wooden door obscured your vision of the person as you opened it to reveal the last person you expected to see.

“Marc?” “Hey…” Marc greeted gruffly, “Do you mind if I come in?”

“Umm,” You were still processing the fact that he was there before you answered, “sure just leave your shoes on the rack over there.” You half expected him to put up a fight, saying that it was ridiculous, only to be surprised by compliance instead. He wordlessly toed his shoes off before placing them neatly on the rack and closing the door behind him. You backed up to give him some room to maneuver. The home wasn’t large, but it was enough. With a room for you, your son, and Ava when she stayed over. The living room was made for half tv half library, there was even a bookshelf in the dining room filled from floor to ceiling of your books. You would have loved more room, but based on the academia lifestyle you both lived and what you could afford at the time, the place was lovely.

“So wha-” You were cut off as two muscular arms enveloped you and the familiar smell of sea salt filled your nose. His embrace on your frame was firm and you knew Marc long enough to know that either he was dying or something absolutely terrible had happened.

Because he never, not even after you were blipped, visited you in person.

And he never initiated a hug between you and even if there was a hug it would be light, almost like he didn’t want to touch you. You tentatively wrap your arms around him as well and give him an almost awkward pat on his shoulder.

“Marc,” You said, “you’re scaring me.” You broke out of his hold easily after that. You put enough space between you so that you could look in his eyes. “What was that about?”

He didn’t answer for a minute, almost hesitating, before saying, “I don’t know,” He said, “I guess I missed you more than I realize.”

“Well it has been over a decade since we last saw each other.”

“For me it has,” Marc said soberly, “for you it’s only been seven or so years.”

“Still it’s been a while.” You said as you made your way to the kitchen, hoping that the water hadn't boiled over yet. You turn the stovetop off as you grab your son out of the highchair. “So what do you need?”

You enter the living room where he sat on one of the couches, his eyes focused on the ground. You casually waited for a reply, expecting something along the lines of Moon Knight related business, but you watched as he takes one shaky breath in before removing his eyes from the carpeted floor below him to you. You could see his eyes widen at the baby in your arms, looking widely at him, curiously. You saw him blink a few times.

“You have a kid?”

You laughed lightly as you lightly bounced your son getting an excited laugh from him.

“Yeah,” You sighed happily and looked at him, “his name is Jeremiah.” You make your way to place your curly haired son on the play mat in front of him.

You could see Marc staring at him, just as curious as he was, but you know Marc well enough to know when something was bothering him. His shoulders were forward slightly, almost huddling in on himself.

You casually sat beside him on the couch and watched as Jeremiah chewed on the teething rings in front of him.

“How are you and Layla doing?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know if Layla was alright.

“We uh,” He hesitated and was shifting his eyes away from you, “we aren’t on speaking terms right now.” You put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You apologized.

“Don’t be,” He said, taking your hand off his shoulder, “it was my own damn fault anyways.” He fiddled with his fingers a second before asking, “where’s the father?”

“He’s at work actually.”

“Anyone I know?”

“You might remember him,” You say faintly as you remember the night you met Johnathan. “You saw him walk me home that night.” A silence hung in the air for a moment.

“Yeah,” He said, “I said he looked like he belonged at the bottom of a book avalanche.” You smile and giggle at the image that popped into your head of Johnathan getting into that very likely scenario.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” You said, “but why the hell are you here?” he was about to speak when you shut him up. “The truth this time.” Marc knew there was no way to win this fight. Not with you.

“I don’t know where else to go.” He said, “I don’t have anyone else but you.”

“You sure as hell don’t act like it,” You said as you let out a frustrated sigh, “same shit different story.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I called you after I got back from the blip, Steven answered, but later on, when you checked the news to see the snapped got snapped back you could’ve called me back. Talked to me. But you didn’t even care to send me a text message. I invited you to my wedding and you didn’t even show up.” Although you wouldn’t admit it it hurt when Marc didn’t show up it hurt. Marc hung his head in shame.

“Something came up.”

“Of course it did,” You replied as you breathed in deeply before letting out an exhale, trying to keep your temper in line. “Marc, if you’re looking for some kind of forgiveness I don’t know what to tell you.” You could feel his eyes on you as you kept watching your son play with the toys on the ground, completely oblivious to the somber tone of the conversation you were having.

“I forgive you,” You let out, “but you can’t keep doing this. I’m not just something you can drop and pick up any time you want…Not anymore.” You smile as you see your family portrait hanging off the wall. You, Johnathan, Jeremiah, and Ava. “I have others in my life now, those who depend on me, and I on them. My life doesn’t revolve around you anymore.”

Those final words hung there, heavy and you could see Marc shaking slightly. After a very long pause he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he said so quietly. If you had not been right next to him you wouldn’t have heard him. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through, you don’t deserve any of it.”

“Thank you,” You said looking over at him and wrapped your arm around him in a half hug, “thank you for saying that.”

Time passed on and you decided to order dinner instead. You had asked Marc if he wanted to stay for dinner but he declined. Something about an early flight back to London in the morning.

Much unlike how he entered your life, that loud little boy that was your friend, he left your door quietly with a sad look in his eyes.

Marc didn’t know what he was looking for when he came there. When the blip happened, he knew immediately you were one of them. That you were gone, it ate at him, he started getting more reckless and more unhinged. He stopped pulling back punches, he wanted to make everyone suffer. The image of you dusting away haunted him, much like your smiles and laughter. It echoed through his brain, even as he laid next to Layla, his heart hurt.

What hurt the most, however, was how much more aware he was of how awful he was to you. He never texted you back, he didn’t even know you moved until a year had passed! He was cruel, keeping you close but never close enough to touch. He lied to you, he laughed at you, he manipulated you, and Marc felt sick to his stomach. Because you were never like that, not to him. You were kind, even as he was throwing up in the toilet hung over and shouting profanities at you, you stayed by his side so he wouldn’t be alone. You knew him, mind and soul. You accepted him for him, however broken and sharp his edges were.

Marc had known deep down that you loved him, people don’t stick around for that long and not love them in some way. And that terrified him, so he kept pushing the thought away and married Layla. It wasn’t until the last night he saw you, he made up some stupid excuses to see you. He didn’t realize he missed you until you were gone, and when he saw you that night. Your hair done up and a carefree smile on your face as you walked with the man beside you. Peppery unkempt hair and a thick beard. Glasses resting on the bridge of his hooked nose, the way you both talked to each other, like you had known this man just as long as you knew Marc. The way your eyes glittered when you saw him and the way Marc saw the connection between you two, the level of understanding that he knew he would never have with you or anyone. His heart pounded and he resisted the urge to punch the man's glasses off his face.

Marc thought he knew you, but you proved him wrong. You knew him, but he didn’t know you. It was like he was exposed, vulnerable, and he hated it. So he lashed out, like he always did and now he was paying the price.

When he saw everyone got snapped back that day, and that for the first time in five or so years, your contact came up in his call history. He hovered over the call button but decided against it, he didn’t want to call and have it be some sort of cruel hallucination. He didn’t think he could handle it.

Then the invitation to your wedding came, you and Johnathan Levy. He spent that day in bed, staring out the window, feeling like a coward. He couldn’t face it, so much was already happening in his life at that point. He had just defeated Ammit, Steven knew about him, Layla signed the divorce papers. So that white paper on his table mocked him, calling him out on being a coward, because rather than putting on a brave face and congratulating you, he stayed in London and did nothing.

The guilt ate him up, until there was nothing left. He tried everything he could, writing it out, talking to a therapist, but nothing helped. So finally, he listened to Steven and Jake and booked a plane ride to Boston.

He was at your front door for seven minutes before he finally had the gull to ring the doorbell. When you opened it, it felt like he could breathe. You were young, you both used to be the same age but the blip changed that. Your hair was longer than he remembered and you had this glow about you that you never had before. It wasn’t until later it was because you were finally happy.

His heart plummeted to his feet when he saw the baby on your hip, dark curls and eyes looking at him, reminding him that you weren’t the person you were all those years ago. You have changed.

As you both talked his mind wondered, if he had been kinder, if he had been better, if he was someone else. Maybe this could’ve been his life, that would’ve been his kid and you his wife. But that was a far off dream now, one that he could never have.

And as he closed your front door, after your talk, he told himself to let you go. He needed to let you go. You no longer needed him, you were finally happy and content, you made yourself a loving family and he needed to let you go.

But each step he took away from your door, memories of your life together, from children to fighting deities together, flashed. Made each step feel heavier than the last, all he wanted to do was beg on his knees and tell you he was sorry, over and over and over again until he felt some sort of weight being lifted off of him.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the face you made, smiling as you held your baby in your arms, he tried to sear that into his memory. Every last detail.

And then, with a heavy heart, he got on the bus to the airport, knowing he would never see you again.

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chaosandsuns · 3 years ago

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I’d LOVE prompt number 34 with Jonathan as a hopeless single dad and reader as Ava’s babysitter YOUR WRITING GIVES ME LIFE ILY <3

"how have you survived this long by yourself?"

Johnathan and Ava's babysitter

Johnathan Levy x Reader, no gender mentions apart from being called mommy once (not by Johnathan 😢)

Fluffy! Soft, first kiss into heated makeout sesh, kidfic (kinda)

34: "how have you survived this long by yourself?"

A.n.- not beta'd! Any mistakes are very much mine.

Johnathan walked through the door, hearing your singing drifting lazily towards the entry way from the living room, a disney song, probably one of the movies ava keeps asking to watch on repeat.

Walking into the hall, he watched you both sitting on the floor, with Ava between your legs and you brushing her hair, surrounded by dolls and plushies thrown about, still singing the same song...

"Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine" you sing out, humming along to the nonexistant melody, Ava humming with you slightly out of tune as you start braiding her hair.

He jumps at the sudden squeak of the toy he stepped on, unaware he was growing closer to the both of you, lured by the enchanting singing.

You and Ava both look up suddenly, startled by the sudden interruption and you watch Johnathan's face flush as he sheepishly smiles, looking like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh hey, Mr. Levi! You are kinda early today, everything alright?"

"Hi! Yeah! And none of that Mr. Levi stuff, youve been babysitting Ava for 2 years now! We are way past that point" he says with a smile.

You finish braiding ava's hair quickly while she struggles to get up and run to her dad.

"DADDY!! I missed you!" She yells and hugs him as he picks her up and twirls her around, both of them laughing.

"Hey kiddo, I missed you loads aswell! How was your day? Were you being good?" He asks as he sat her down, bending down to be on eye level with her, smiling widely.

"Yes, daddy, OFCOURSE I was behaving! Im not 6 anymore!" Ava says, rolling her eyes in exasperation. So much sass in such a little body, who knew 7 year olds were this brutal! "We went to the park and played for HOURS and then we went to get ICE CREAM!!! And we got TWO SCOOPS EACH! It was so awesome!!" Ava smiled, laughing when Johnathan tickled her with a mischievous smile.

"Then we came home and watched tangled 3 times!! And then we played a bit and ate dinner and I took a bath with bubbles and then she braided my hair while singing rapunzel's song!!!" She kept gushing with excitment.

Johnathan looked up at you who stood there with crossed arms, just watching the interaction with a fond smile. "Wow, that does sound like a very fun day!" Johnathan said, still looking at you, smiling softly.

"Alright, Ava, bedtime!" You tell her, making her pout. "But daddy just came home!!"

"Its okay bean, Ill put you to bed and you can tell me all the details about what you did today, okay?" He said, hoping to get Ava to comply. "Alright daddy, lets go!" She said, taking his hand and dragging him to the bedroom.

"Dont leave yet?" Johnathan says, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile and nod "I wont, dont worry".

You start tidying up the living room and picking up all the dolls, plushies and toys strewn about when you hear laughter from the bedroom, both of them laughing about one thing or another loudly, the melodic aound making you smile softly.

A few minutes go by and you start hearing soft singing, a lullaby you didnt recognize, Johnathan's singing. Smiling, you slowly creep next to the door, listening to the soft melody.

You jolt aware when the melody stops, realising youve stood there for a few minutes, emberassed you go and sit on the couch to wait.

Johnathan comes out of the room, "she's asleep", he whispers, creeping closer to you.

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or something stronger?" He asks once he's far enough from the bedroom door to not interrupt Ava.

"Just coffee, thanks, I still need to drive home" you say, looking at the clock. 8PM, not as late as you expected! Might be able to relax and watch a few episodes from a show before needing to go to sleep.

"There you go", he comes back with the two coffee cups and sits to the left of you on the couch, turning slightly to face you.

Taking a sip, you hum pleasantly, "You remembered how I take my coffee?"

"Of-course I did!" He smiles a small warm smile, looking down at his cup in... Embarassement?

"Well, this is perfect. Thank you, thats very kind of you", you say, hoping to make him feel less flustured about the whole ordeal, smiling warmly up at him, as he beams back at your comment, seemingly relieved.

"So, Ava couldnt stop talking about how much youve done today with her! Park and ice-cream with TWO SCOOPS? You are spoiling her lately."

"No, not spoiling, just taking her out for a fun girls day, you know? She deserves them once in a while, she is doing great at school so far and she's just really a great kid" you say, staring off and smiling softly as you reminisce over the memories of the day. She looked so happy and her eyes practically had stars bursting out of them at the mention of two scoops of ice-cream after the fun time at the park, and she nearly cried from happiness when she realised you knew all the words to the tangled songs.

"You know, I never had time to do that with her. After the divorce it was always just working and writing and trying to keep a head afloat, which was easier when I was just writing papers since I could do it from home but now that im teaching classes again... Im just really happy she atleast has you" he says, casting his eyes down, sheepish at seemingly not providing enough to his daughter. "It was just such a mess at work today and then I finally managed to get everything together and they had me fill in for a different professor so I couldnt go pick her up from school- what Im trying to say is that we are both grateful for you." He says, looking softly at you.

You laugh, trying to brush off the blush raising in your cheeks at his intense gaze. "how have you survived this long by yourself?" You say, jokingly, as he leans into your space more and more, gaze slowly turning into.. something more?? Does he know?

Yeah you have had a crush on Johnathan Levy since you saw the man. Anyone who doesnt is crazy, in your opinion. He wasnt only a walking adonis, carved by god himself like a marble statue, but still soft and round around the edges, not sharp enough to cut, but he was also intelligent, charming and kind. And seeing him with Ava was the last nail in the coffin.

He looks at the kid like she is his whole world, the same way he looking at your right now, with his ruffled hair and his shirt slightly open to reveal that gorgeous neck that you would very much want to taste- and you are ogling the man as he is smirking at you, seemingly aware of his affect on you. Oh no, did he say something and you didnt notice?

"What?" You ask, face heated and surely by now you look like a tomato.

"I said", he leans in, smiling smugly, holding your face in his palm, slowly entering your personal space as your eyes widen 'oh my god this is happening oh god oh god', he stops just a hair's breath away from face. "That I didnt", he whispers, the air hitting your face softly as your eyes flicker back and forth from his lips to his eyes as he does the same. "Oh fuck it" you say and grab his face, kissing him hard and its everything youve ever dreamt about. His lips are as soft and his beard even softer then you ever taught possible. His sharp inhale makes your stomach twist as he grabs the back of your head and tilts it just so and you are sure you've died and went to heaven because a kiss shouldnt feel that good and- oh god thats a tongue oh fuck that man is sure to kill you if you werent dead already.

Opening your mouth slightly, his tongue twisted into your mouth and you have no idea what he just did but that sent shivers down your back and a soft moan escapes your lips. He slid one hand down to your lower back, the other still on your nape, playing with the hairs there as he turns even more on the sofa and slides a hand under your shirt, your own hands frantic, sliding in his hair and tugging softly, earning a deep groan, the other untucking his shirt from his pants and touching the expanse of skin uncovered there that you want to taste for so long and-

"Daddy?"

You both jump apart like you were burnt, Johnathan's glasses askew on his face, hair mussed and you surely look as wrecked if not more.

He keeps his face close to yours, smiling sheepishly, "Hey Kiddo, You okay?" He breaths out, chuckling softly like a teenager caught making out with their girlfriend by his mom bursting into the room.

He looks at your eyes before leaning left, looking at Ava, still not taking his hands off your body. "Whats up, bean? Had a nightmare?" He asks, smiling softly at her as you sit there mortified at what just happened.

You just kissed Johnathan Levy. The Hot Dad™ that you kept telling your friends about. And then the kid who you babysit walked in on you, probably because you were too loud.

That was too much to process and you stared off, looking down at your hands as you sit there and then notice the very obvious bulge in Johnathan's pants and Oh god you just made out with him and he liked it. A lot, from what it looks like.

"Yeah. I dreamt someone came to the house to hurt you" Ava said, sniffling, shocking you out of the deep dark and filthy place of your brain and into soft babysitter mode as you turned around to face her and stood up, walking over and hugging her tightly.

"Its okay, Avey, Its fine. Im here and I wont let anyone hurt your dad. I promise." You say softly, turning and smiling at Johnathan that looked very much shocked at your promise, eyes creased and oh no you made him and his daughter cry, this isnt going as planned!! Abort! Abort!

Johnathan seemingly breaks from his shock at the panic dawning on your face, smiling reassuredly.

You turn back to Ava, picking her up. "How about we go back to bed, and Ill stay with you until you fall asleep again, yeah?" You say, walking with her towards her room, not risking a look back again.

Ava nods against your shoulder, hugging her bunny tightly against you, still sniffling a bit.

You put Ava down on the bed, pushing hairs out of her face and covering her with her blanket again, tucking her in.

"You wanna tell me about the nightmare? Or do you want to talk about something else?" You ask, hoping to be of emotional support to her.

"I dont want to talk about the nightmare, its still scary, but were you and daddy kissing?" She asked without any shame as your face turned completely red.

"I- yeah. We were. Is that okay?" You ask, waiting with baited breath for her answer.

"Yes, thats okay. Does that mean you are going to be my new mommy? Are you gonna marry daddy? I think he will like it very much, he doesnt stop asking about you and he talks about you all the time" she says, then whispered conspiratorially "I think he likes you".

Your face burnt bright red at the thought of having Johnathan as your husband, knowing you will very much like that.

"I will need to ask your dad about that. For now thats a no on being your new mommy but I promise I will let you know if it changes, okay?" You smile and kiss her forehead.

"Okay, I trust you." Ava says sleepily, already half asleep.

You wait until you are sure that Ava is completely asleep before tip-toeing outside the room, and finding Johnathan standing in the middle of the living room, pacing back and forth, wringing his hands.

"Hey" you say softly, and he startles before seeing its you and relaxing a bit more.

"Hey!" He says, a bit loudly, looking very anxious. "So I uh, Im sorry I sort of jumped you I just really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime but if not thats okay and if you have to stop babysitting Ava because now things are awkward thats okay too and I-" is all he manages to say before you walk up to him and shut him up with a kiss.

He relaxes into the kiss, nearly turning to putty in your hands when you step back and say "I would love to go on a date with you, Mr. Levi."

"You know, you really should stop calling me that, we have just made out on the couch a few minutes ago", he chuckles softly.

"Ava just asked me if I was going to be her new mommy" you say, putting your hands around his neck as he puts his hands around your lower back.

"Yeah? And what did you tell her?" He says lowly, leaning close to your face.

"That I dont think we are quite there yet, but the direction sure looks hopeful" you smile, Johanathan smiling back and pulling you in for another heavenly kiss.

"She also said you talk about me alot" you chuckle.

"Well, about that-"

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