#also. i need someone to gif all the throat slicing moments!

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request for ghost 👀 ghost x medic!reader that is basically the opposite of him. super gentle and docile, they’re the sunshine of the team (affectionately named by Soap). ghost is infatuated but refuses to believe someone as good hearted as them could ever be interested in him. like he feels like he’s not good enough for reader but reader is scared of rejection so they also don’t say anything. basically two idiots in love pining for each other

Sunshine (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.5 k

Warnings: Explicit mention of murder, blood, and injuries, I have not played any of the games so if Ghost is OOC then shoot me I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary:

“Sunshine” They called you. It was a bit of a misnomer, all things considered. While your sweet, gentle personality was quietly adored off the field, your laser focus and scorching gaze locked that part of you away on mission. Soap had teased you once in the early days as you stitched his arm in a safehouse, saying you had the sweetest, gentlest touch on a medic he’d ever felt.

“Feels like fuckin’ sunshine, corporal.” He slurred, heavy off painkillers as you tended to the bullet in his shoulder. “Best hands I’ve ever had on me.”

You had given him a sharp pinch for the innuendo, but the nickname had stuck anyways.

It had taken some time to earn the trust of the group. They had been burned one too many times to take in a new member without a healthy amount of suspicion. It was only after you had managed to patch them up half a dozen times each that they grew accustomed to your steady, reaffirming presence.

Most of them, at least.

Ghost was a quiet one, living up to his name as he lingered in the shadows, haunting like a specter at the corner of every scene. When he spoke, it was only to issue orders, to patch into the comms and relay intel. Like a wraith, his broad form occupied the corner of your mind, his voice a rough hard scrape like soot against your fingertips. His eyes watched you from afar, deadly, precise, ever true to his aim.

You never see his face.

“Don’t worry, he’s just got a bad chin.” Soap whispers conspiratorially to you as you both lay low over a rooftop that looks over your target. “Like one of those goddamn Hapsburg royals.”

“I doubt that.” You snort, eyes never leaving your scope.

Still, you do wonder sometimes. You can’t help it. There’s something inside you that gravitates towards him like being pulled in by a black hole. The very presence of him draws your eyes to his, dark, unflinching, cold. Sometimes you feel like he can see straight through you, as transparent as a phantom.

“Sunshine, on me.” He barks, and damn if you two don’t make quite the duo- bright sunlight and a dead man walking.

The only times you get glimpses of him are when he’s injured, which is rare. You pull up his sleeve to reveal his forearm, thick, muscular, veiny. For a moment you want to trace your fingers over it, nails scraping against the dark ink in contrast to his skin- a skull.

Ghost’s eyes never leave you as you work, and you don’t notice the way his gaze lingers over your lips, your lashes.

You talk to him as you clean the cut- a sharp slice of a knife from a terrorist who got too close. He had been a step to your left, and you had raised your gun but Ghost had gotten him first. You didn’t even realize the hulking soldier was in your shadow until his knife was buried into the man’s neck and a curse tore from his throat at the blade lodged in his own arm.

The blood drips red across your gloved fingers as you try to distract him from the pain, and yourself from the strange flutter that echoes low in your stomach. Inside, you try to quell whatever this is- this want, this need inside you for him to be even closer, to hear his voice whisper across your skin.

Your nimble fingers work over the wound, neatly gathering the edges. It’ll leave a scar, and you wonder for a moment just how many he has, exactly. What are the stories that tie them to his flesh? The history woven into the sinew of his muscles?

“I’m sorry.” You offer, and your voice is quiet somehow, unable to fill the scant space between you. Sorry that you had been too slow, sorry he had gotten hurt as a result, sorry for having feelings despite yourself.

“…It’s fine.” The Lieutenant offers after several long heartbeats. “I’m fine.”

It’s not fine, not really, but you accept his words regardless.

“Thank you.” Ghost manages after you’re done, and his voice is uncharacteristically subdued. His eyes avert from you, as if he doesn’t want to meet your gaze. That shiver inside you swoops low with uncertainty at his hesitation, but before you can part your lips to speak he’s gone as if he was never there at all.

---

It’s only after a close call that is far too close that things change.

The sniper catches you by surprise, having managed to circle around your group and catch you from behind. The bullet goes straight through your shoulder, and if you hadn’t turned to listen to Price just a millisecond prior you know it would have been through your skull. The impact topples you forward onto the rubbled concrete below you, and the world is spinning, ringing as Price is shouting orders seconds before the rapid pop of gunfire erupts around you.

“Sunshine!!”

You try to stand, to reach for your weapon but it feels like your lungs are caught between a hydraulic press. There’s blood splattered across the ground under your hands and it blurs as your vision tries to right itself from the pain. Someone is calling your name but it sounds like it's coming through water, garbled and distant.

The world around you shifts abruptly, tilting on its axis as a pair of thick cut arms lifts you like you’re no heavier than a sack of flour. Hands reach across you, removing the strap of your rifle from your form and you catch a glimpse of the blood that’s soaked through it, dark and glistening.

“Got ‘em.” A voice gravels next to your ear, and it takes you more than one second to realize its Ghost who’s got you slung over his bulking shoulders, his gear digging into your ribcage as you wheeze and try to ground yourself against the nauseating wave of pain that bubbles up your throat, thick and red.

“Go!” Price barks, and you dimly are aware of the fact that he sounds oddly afraid. “We’ll cover you.”

The world is jostling, turning, shifting, and the sudden dizziness of it all crashes over you as your vision turns black.

---

The next hour comes in flashes of black and red, and you learn later that the bullet narrowly missed an artery- a fatal blow. Your entire left side is soaked in blood by the time you wake, but you’re alive, drowsy, laying down on a cleared off table at the safe house with the dusty kitchen light shining brightly down on you.

You hiss at the brightness and try to move to press a hand to the wound, only for an iron-rod grip to settle your wrist back onto the flat surface under you.

“Don’t.”

You blink for a few moments, turning your head to meet the white skull mask next to you. The lieutenant looks comically too large for the chair he’s sitting in, and with his size his gaze is still above you, gazing down with that unblinking stare

“You lost a lot of blood.” Ghost relays calmly, his grip still on your wrist. It’s nice, the warmth of his hand spilling through his glove onto your clammy skin. “Thought we lost you.”

There’s a tenderness in his voice that surprises you, and you can’t tell if it’s the painkillers helping you imagine it. The fact that he’s sitting here, with you, instead of with the voices that filter in from the other room, should tell you something. Your senses are too cloudy, heavy and weighed down by whatever they gave you for the pain.

“ ‘M not dead.” You manage, voice a hard scrape in your throat. “It’ll take more than that to make me a ghost.”

Maybe it’s the painkiller after all, but you swear you hear him chuckle.

---

You’re haunted after that.

Ghost’s figure is too large for your own shadow, but he stays there nonetheless, dark and omnipresent like a curse. In some ways it is. The constant presence of him forces you to constantly push down that flutter in your stomach, to make sure your eyes don’t linger on his for too long, to not say his name like the soft sigh that it is in your heart. You catch his eyes and feel a rush of warmth creep up your neck under your gear, feel the phantom of his touch skim across your wrist.

You’ve fallen for him.

Fuck.

That itself is not a problem- well, it is, but not as bad as the issue it presents. You can’t say anything. He’s your superior, you’re part of his team, and there are clear boundaries that can’t be crossed in wartime.

More than that though, is the fact that he probably doesn’t feel the same. Ghost has never mentioned anything about romance, even to Soap, who he seems closest with. When you had gently queried the sergeant for intel on the topic he had merely looked at you as if you expected him to know the secret of the afterlife itself. You count your blessings that Soap is dense when it comes to that sort of topic, otherwise he’d be pestering you for weeks about your little secret.

So, you try to contain it, this infatuation of yours, spoon feeding yourself lies about how it’ll pass, how it’s just a phase, that you two were never meant to be. It’s difficult to do just that when he’s always there, crowding into your space like your own personal attack dog, wordlessly present at all times. His eyes trace you as you pass, and you feel the chill of them carve into your bones and leave you trembling and weak.

It's fine, I’m fine. You tell yourself, more than once a day at this point, forcing down the rush of warmth when your eyes meet, when you hear his voice speak your name, when you feel him right fucking behind you.

On top of it all, Ghost starts putting you in the backseat, starts holding you from rooms until they’ve been cleared, and starts treating you like a goddamn rookie. The part of you that is hopeless over him thinks at first he’s being overprotective, watching your six and making sure there will never be a repeat of the incident that nearly cost you your life. You know better than that though, know that Ghost likely doesn’t have feelings for you, that he’s putting you on the back burner deliberately to teach you a lesson over not paying attention- and that pisses you right off.

It takes a while but you manage to corner him back at base after a successful mission where you all but sat on your ass the entire time while he and Price took the lead. You find him lurking in a back hallway, and you can’t contain your uncharacteristic anger as you stride up to him, plant your hands on either side of him on the wall and gaze furiously up at his masked face.

“What.” You grit. “-the fuck was that?!”

Ghost, for what he’s worth, actually looks surprised. The expression is foreign to you, his eyes usually cold and dead, calculating and precise. He stiffens, and even though you barely reach his collarbone with just how gigantic he is, manages to look like he’s actually a bit apprehensive of your stance towards him. In any other situation it would be borderline comical, with how you’re trying to physically intimidate a man much, much larger than yourself, with your arms barely able to box him in on either side.

“Watch your tone corporal.” He replies at last, and there’s a warning in his voice you don’t heed.

“Not until you tell me exactly why you’ve decided to treat me like I don’t know which end of the gun to shoot with.” You snap back, and the look your words earn you is chill inducing. Even so you don’t back down. “You have me being baby-sat during these missions like you can’t trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

The words spill out before he can catch them, and the confession has you both startled and blinking at each other wide-eyed. You feel shock spill across your chest, electric and dazzling for all of a moment. You aren’t surprised at the fact that Ghost trusts you, it’s the fact that he went so far as to say it out loud, voicing a rare instance of his inner thoughts to you in your confusion.

“Then why?” You ask, and you hate the way your voice sounds almost desperate, pleading for an answer.

Ghost stiffens, and you feel his muscles ripple as they brush against you.

“…I couldn’t have you injured again.” He speaks at last, and you know he’s trying to school his voice into a cold indifference, but you can hear the little note of shame there, of guilt.

“I’m going to get injured no matter what. That’s the job.” You point out, unable to contain the bite from your words.

“No.” Ghost manages, and his voice is tight, choked. “Not like that.”

You blink up at him, caught off guard by the sudden vulnerability in his voice, the way he seems to almost be pleading with you.

Yet your entire world screeches to a halt at his next words.

“Because it’s you.”

Your heart beats against your chest like a trapped bird, and suddenly you’re stumbling back from him, back braced against the opposite wall of the hallway as you try to reconcile his words with reality.

Because it’s you.

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?” You croak, hands coming up to your face to massage your temples. “All this time, you…you didn’t say anything.”

Ghost shifts where he stands, and you know him well enough at this point that he’s fighting the urge to walk away, to blend into the shadow and pretend like this conversation never happened.

“You don’t feel the same.” He says bluntly, voice detached and empty as he braces for what he thinks is your inevitable rejection. “And even if you did, I…don’t deserve someone like you.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and you shiver at what you find there. Hurt, longing, desire dark and deep and barely tamed.

“You-“ Ghost manages, and you can feel the discomfort radiating off of him, this brute man built like a tank but taken down by a few tender words. “You’re too good, sunshine.”

Slowly, the pieces fit together, like skin mended together by the seam of a stitch.

He thinks he doesn’t deserve you, bright and radiant as you are. You’re sunshine and he’s Ghost, he’s shadows and darkness and blood and the whisper of death with every bullet. He’s afraid that if he even touches you he’ll dye you dark at the seams, stifle that brightness within you.

He doesn’t know that light illuminates the darkness.

“Ghost.” You manage at last, and there’s a laugh on your lips, sweet and bitter all at once. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

You yank him down and kiss him through his mask, and something radiant glows inside you both.

[makethatelevenrings]

Fuck up the Friendship // D. Grayson x AFAB!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ only!! Dacryphilia, consensual photos, slight degradation, sex toys, multiple orgasms

Summary: It’s just two friends helping each other get some frustration out. Until it isn’t. (Not titans!verse. He’s just hot.)

“Ah, shit.” The curse slipped out of your mouth just as your phone slipped out of your hand and clattered to the floor. You shot the offending object a withering glare and shifted the grocery bags in your arms. Maybe if you kicked it towards your door…

The door to the stairwell opened behind you and you looked up to find your neighbor and friend, Dick Grayson, staring down at your phone as well. He raised his gaze to yours and smirked at the sight of you drowning under Trader Joe’s bags.

“Need some help?” He didn’t wait to hear your answer and swooped down to grab your phone. He then grabbed the bag that was doing a balancing act in the crook of your elbow and caught your keys with his other hand just as they tumbled out of your loose grip.

“Thanks.” You took a chance to admire the flex in his shoulders as he raised your keys and unlocked your door. Clad in only a tank top and some shorts, Dick’s very well-proportioned physique was on full display and you gladly soaked in the sight of all that tanned skin and toned muscles.

He pushed open your door and waved you in, following close behind as you headed towards the kitchen to drop the bags off on the counter. Dick dropped your stuff onto the counter next to your stuff and immediately grabbed a water out of the fridge.

“Are you going to help me with this or are you going to just sit on the counter and look pretty?” you teased. He batted his lashes at you and grinned, leaning back against the fridge. Dick took a long drink from his water, tipping his head back and exposing the length of his throat. Your eyes strayed to the smooth skin there before you tore your gaze away and focused on pulling out your groceries for the week.

Who could blame you? The past five folks you had gone on dates with turned out to be duds, including the guy you had met for coffee earlier today. Just once, you wanted someone who didn’t make you want to cry tears of boredom or question if this was a safe decision as you made a hasty escape out of the bar. You could only work the edge off so much before your fingers started to lose efficacy.

And Dick Grayson was hot so sue you.

But he was also unattainable. I mean, as far as you were aware, he was single but he was also the son of Gotham’s billionaire bachelor. Dick had a face for the big screens and a body that anyone would want under or over them. He was just your neighbor and friend. That’s all.

“Didn’t you have that date today? How’d it go?”

Your response was holding up a frozen pizza and a bottle of wine. He winced and joined you in unpacking the groceries.

“That’s…what, five in four weeks?”

“At this rate, I’m never getting laid.”

He let out a low cough and then shook his head as if to clear his mind. You hid your smirk by facing the pantry to add some pasta and pancake mixes to the boxes cluttered there. Giving him an out, you changed the line of questioning.

“Go for a run?”

“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his dark hair and the locks fell effortlessly around his face like some fucking model. “Figured I could get some pent up energy out, y’know?”

“Mhm. Want a few slices?” You set the oven to preheat and loaded the pizza onto a tray. Dick considered it for a moment and then nodded. It was normal for the two of you to share dinner. Dick moved into the apartment next door three months after you did and after a series of run ins and one instance of borrowing sugar for cookies, the two of you struck up an easy friendship.

And then he had landed in your apartment in a skintight body armor suit and a stab wound in his thigh. Not much changed with the whole Nightwing revelation except the fact that you two grew much closer.

“Any plans tonight?” he asked as he poured you a glass of wine. He didn’t pour one for himself, something about not drinking and grappling. You snagged the glass and took a long sip before shrugging.

“Well, it’s just me and my rabbit vibrator tonight,” you joked. “I’ll probably catch up on Real Housewives or something. Just patrol tonight or do you have a target?”

“Just patrol,” he murmured. His bright blue eyes darkened slightly as you raised the glass to your lips and took a small sip. “I’ll probably be in earlier than normal tonight.”

“That’s good. Shoot me a text when you’re home, okay?”

True to his word, your phone buzzed at two in the morning when you were crawling into bed after a late night of shitty reality television and stress knitting. You shot off a text in response to Dick and set your phone on the nightstand, not thinking any more of it.

A knock sounded on the door.

Frowning, you stepped carefully to the door and peered through the peephole, finding Dick standing on the other side with damp hair and low hanging sweats. You yanked the door open and came face to face with his shirtless torso.

“Are you okay?” you asked. He stared at you for a moment and then let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head.

“This is stupid. Never mind.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, fully aware of the fact that you were only wearing panties and one of his old t-shirts that had gotten into your laundry somehow. Dick’s chest heaved with his next big breath and then suddenly he was kissing you.

Tilting your head up into his touch, you moaned into the kiss. It was gentle and hesitant, but once you began reciprocating, he increased the pressure. The kiss became more teeth than lips as the two of you fought for dominance.

Dick pushed you back as his calloused hands settled on your hips and held you steady. He kicked the door shut behind you and fumbled with the lock, all without breaking the kiss. You ran your hand up the ridges of his torso and pulled away from his lips as he mouthed at your jaw and the column of your throat.

“Fucking hell, Dick,” you gasped. He grinned against your skin and nipped at the junction between your neck and collar. He was having too much fun torturing you, you decided, and you shoved your hand down the front of his sweatpants, finding him commando underneath. A throaty groan escaped him as your hand enclosed around his hard cock.

“Two can play that game, birdy,” you taunted. His head fell back, lips parted in a silent moan as you stroked your fist up and down his length. Dick shuddered as cupped his balls and rolled them. 

He grunted and caught your wrist to stop your movement. His other hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your lips to part in an “o”. He spat onto your tongue and then crashed his lips against yours, licking your mouth clean. His hot tongue caressed yours, causing drool to pool at the corner of your lips as slick built between the folds of your cunt.

“Can we,” you panted as he finally relented from tongue fucking your mouth. “Can we at least move to the bed?”

Dick grabbed your thighs and hauled you up closer to the firm lines of his body. You shrieked and wrapped your arms around his neck as he settled a hand on your ass and squeezed. He carried you into the bedroom with ease and you were suddenly reminded that he was a fucking vigilante that wore skin tight spandex on the regular. How did he hide his cock in the suit?

You didn’t have time to think as you yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it into the corner of your room before latching your lips onto his once more. He tasted like mint toothpaste and you shuddered at the thought. Was he about to climb into bed when he saw your text and came over? Had he been fucking his fist, imagining it was the tight heat of a cunt wrapped around him?

“Tell me if you don’t want this.” Dick’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. He turned around so his back was to the bed and then he sat down, settling you on his lap. You bounced slightly and caught yourself by planting one hand on the headboard. He sucked in a sharp breath as the thin fabric of your panties ghosted along his shaft.

“I need to know,” you murmured. “Is this a one time thing?”

He gazed up at you with those crystalline blue eyes and you reached up to brush some of his raven locks out of his face. Dick pursed his kiss swollen lips and then sighed.

“I can’t do a relationship. Not with the life I live. It wouldn’t be fair to the other person.”

Your heart fell just a little, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from getting an orgasm or two. “So, I’m horny, you’re horny. The hookup scene in Bludhaven sucks. We’re just two friends helping each other.”

“Just two friends.”

“Who give each other orgasms.”

“We can even go get STI tests together.”

“Well now that’s starting to sound like a date.”

He grinned and tilted his chin up to kiss you, softer and slower than the heated rush in the kitchen. His rough and calloused hands, strengthened from years of acrobatics and crime fighting, ghosted along the soft flesh of your breasts. Dick bent his head and pressed a delicate kiss to each nipple. You gasped and thrust your chest up further as sparks shot through you. With a grin, he applied kitten licks along your tits as you fisted your hands in his hair.

“Either shit or get off the pot, Grayson,” you snarled, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. He raised his hips and let you slide them off.

“Condom,” he blurted out. You leaned over and ripped open the drawer to your nightstand where you kept condoms, lube, and your old friend, the vibrator. Dick smirked and reached back, grabbing the vibrator and a condom before you could argue.

“What’s the record number you’ve had on this thing?” he asked.

“Dunno. Two? Three? My wrist starts getting all cramped.”

A devilish grin flickered across his face and your breath caught in your throat. This was Nightwing, the first Robin. This was the vigilante that taunted mercenaries, crime lords, and intergalactic threats. This was the Gothamite who grew up with numerous siblings who all fought crime in their own way. This was the guy that saw a challenge and instead of running away, he faced it with a smirk.

Your chest rose and fell with heaving, gasping breaths as he pulled you down so he was lying on his back and then rolled you over so he was on top. Your legs parted without thinking and he sat back, his eyes studying carefully.

The first vibration shot through your clit and down your spine. You threw your head back with a soundless cry and he lowered the vibration until it brought you to the edge and kept you there. Your eyes burned with unshed tears as the waves of pleasure mixed with the frustrating realization that no matter what, you couldn’t come. You whined and bucked your hips against the tremors of the toy, but he held your hips down in place.

“Please, Dick,” you cried. Your cunt ached with want and your core was impossibly tight. He hummed and raised the setting just once. The growing knot in your stomach snapped and a tide of pleasure washed over you, setting your nerves on fire. Tears dripped down the corner of your eyes when you came down from your high and realized that he wasn’t pulling the vibrator away.

“That’s one,” he cooed.

“Sa-” your words were cut off with a breathy moan. “Sadist.”

“Oh, you’re just now finding this out?”

Your second orgasm built quickly and you clenched your teeth together as a high pitched whine tore past your throat. Dick watched in amazement as your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing. Your entire body seized up as he titled the vibrator just a little to the right and it collided with the most sensitive part of your clit. Dick pulled the orgasm out of you with quick, coaxing movements that had your vision blurring. You were so fucking oversensitive that it felt like your first orgasm had barely finished when the second one started. He shut the vibrator off and gave you a chance to recover while he tugged off his pants.

“I gotta know what that pretty little pussy feels like wrapped around my cock,” he hummed, sliding his fingers along your slit and gathering the slick that pooled there. You laid boneless and sated on the bed, but didn’t protest when he manhandled you onto his lap and thrust up into you in one quick stroke. Broken moans escaped both of you in sync and you buried your face against his shoulder as he settled you on his cock.

“You feel just as good as I was hoping,” Dick growled.

“Shut up and fuck me, pretty boy,” you spat. “Or do you just leave every person high and dry?”

“You’re crying, you pathetic baby.” He brushed the tears off of your cheeks and then slid his thumb between your parted lips. You could taste him on his thumb and you obediently licked it clean before wrapping your lips around it and sucking. He watched in rapt attention, his eyes never leaving the sight of your glassy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and puffy lips wrapped around him.

You pulled off with a grin. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Can I? Seriously. I won’t show it to anyone else and I’ll keep it encrypted so only I can access it.” The thought of him in his apartment, on patrol, or somewhere on a mission with the Titans with his fist wrapped around his throbbing cock as he fucked himself to the sight of his control over you…

Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, rocking up into you instinctively. You grabbed his shoulders and nodded. Dick grabbed your phone off of the nightstand and grabbed your jaw with the other hand. Your lips parted once more and he shoved two fingers in your mouth. You blinked up at him from under your lashes, tears clinging to the bottom.

As he took photos, Dick fucked up into you in short thrusts, striking that one particular spot in you that had you gasping and clutching his wrists. He let his hand fall from your mouth and you collapsed forward, your forehead pressing against his shoulder as he fucked you open.

“Third time’s the charm, huh?” he rasped in your ear. “Next time, I’ll hold you down and spread you open. Play with you until you’re practically begging me. And then I’ll make you come on that vibe until you’re screaming my name.”

“God, you’re just as talkative in bed as you are out of it,” you groaned. He chuckled and started at a brutal pace. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back as you took his continued thrusts with pure bliss. The rising tide of pleasure was building again and, thanks to the last two orgasms, was feeling like it would steal all the air from your lungs. Choking sobs poured from your lips as he grabbed your ass and pulled you deeper onto him.

“Dick, please. Dick, oh god, I can’t take it anymore. Please make me come. Please.”

“Shhh. Shhh, I gotcha, honey. I gotcha. You can come anytime you want. You’ll be a good girl and come, won’t you?”

You clenched desperately around him as he bucked wildly, finishing in the condom. Pressing your cheek against his shoulder, you hid your face in the column of his throat and sucked a hickey on his jaw as the orgasm subsided. Your walls were so sensitive that you whined in pain when he started to pull out and Dick froze before settling you down on him again.

“Jus’ give me a few minutes,” you slurred. He muffled a laugh against the top of your head.

“Alright, honey. Take all the time you need.”

It was just two friends helping each other out, that’s all. Dick Grayson gave mind blowing, leg shaking orgasms and received plenty in return. He also refused to leave you right after sex and insisted on staying until after he was content with your mental and physical state. It was just sex. Just the absolute best sex of your life with a Greek god.

After four months of some of the greatest sex ever, you woke up with a pit in your stomach as you realized that you were falling for your friend with benefits. You needed a fix and fast. Rolling over to grab your phone, you texted one of your old booty calls in the hopes that he would be interested in catching up. An hour later, you had plans to meet him at a bar that night.

Good. Great. Awesome. A distraction. A distraction and an orgasm or two that didn’t come from Bludhaven’s resident vigilante who was also incredibly flexible and profoundly giving. Also the same guy who was standing outside his apartment next door when you left to meet up with your date for the night.

“Hey,” you greeted as you locked the door. His eyes drifted over your body and he grinned.

“What time are you gonna be home tonight?” he asked, leaning his shoulder up against the door. You ignored the bulging muscles under the thin shirt he wore. The strong, very capable muscles.

“I’m actually meeting a, uh, a friend. I don’t know what time I’ll be back but um…don’t wait up, y’know?”

“Oh.” There was something strange in his voice, but you didn’t have the time to stick around and ask what was wrong. You were already running late as is.

“I’ll be sure to use a condom and get tested again,” you explained. “No worries there.”

“Right, right. Of course. Hey, if you want to leave or you need to walk home alone or something, let me know. And text me when you get home, okay?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and offered you a tight smile.

“For sure. Hey, is everything okay? You seem off.”

He laughed and shrugged once again. “Nah, I’m fine. Have fun.”

“Thanks, Dick.” You dropped your voice lower. “Stay safe tonight.”

He watched you as you disappeared behind the elevator doors. Dick watched the numbers descend before he dropped his forehead against his door.

Rule number one of friends with benefits: don’t fall in love with your friend.

He was never good with following the rules.

“Way to fucking go, Grayson.”

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Arrange marriage, yknow the lady leonora lesso one can u do a part two of that. If not then could u do a lady lesso x female reader in the tub, playing around splashing each other cause it's be a boring sad day.

Arranged Marriage - part 2

Hi Anon, thanks a lot for the request, and I hope your days get better. So, in order to achieve that, you can have both.

Also, thanks for submitting a request with an idea and not just " write smth for Lady Lesso, please "

Part 1 Part 3

Everybody knew that Leonora was behind it. Yet, nobody could prove that the dean was even near the crime scene.

She had the perfect alibi, as she was enjoying the perfect taste of her tea alongside her wive at the time of the incident.

Nobody needed to know that you actually drank your tea alone that day.

Even so, you couldn't not go at Philip's funeral.

After what happened at the ball last year, Leonora never once did she forget about the man who must have been infatuated with you.

After all, nobody - except her - could now see her pregnant wife sexually.

You were five months pregnant already, and the never thought that the prince's death could no longer be postponed. He needed to go for you to focus totally on your baby and the family you would build together.

It was quick. She told you it would.

Just one slice.

Down his throat.

Leonora's coat didn't even get dirty as she avoided efficiently the river of blood, which followed the huge cut.

You didn't try to stop her, like she thought you would. Fact, which angered her even more.

What could have done that bastard to you for your ever-always willing to save everyone ass to say nothing ?

However, she came to the conclusion that that didn't matter anymore.

You were married now and waiting for your pretty daughter to come to this world.

Philip was playing with the fire and led himself to this.

So, that's how you ended up wearing a black dress and leaning against your wive's arm while she was wearing her usual coat, smiling at the dead body inside the coffin.

You waited patiently for the funeral to come to end suddenly wishing to eat pizza with chocolate.

You brought Leonora's hand to your growing tummy as you pressed your head against her arm.

The dean immediately understood that you were once again hungry.

Leonora kissed the top of your head and whispered to you that you would leave the moment this was to end.

Soon enough, the priest finished, and you were the first to give your condolences to his family.

Of course, Leonora chose to honor her evil side and tease his parents and sister instead.

" I'm curious. How does it feel to be an only child ? " She inquired to Philip's sister.

The girl shook her head, ignoring the evil dean as she turned her attention to you. " I'm so sorry for your unfortunate marriage. Unlike her, my brother had at least manners. "

You froze. One hand on top of your belly and the other snaked around Leonora's.

Leonora raised an eyebrow at the girl. " You know that I'm over here, and I can hear you, right ? "

She continued purposely ignoring her, focusing on you. " Philip could have provided you with everything you wish... We both know that a never and their insensitivity will never be capable of that. "

You couldn't believe what you were listening. Someone talking shit about Leonora in front of her. You would have felt so bad if you were in her shoes.

" I guess we will never know. Anyway, we need to go now, even the slightest of things tire me with my whole pregnancy ordeal. " You excuse yourself.

The girl couldn't say anything against that and watched as Lesso dragged you outside of the church. But she didn't leave before sending to Philip's family her signature smirk.

When you returned to your quarters, you were starving. You didn't bother undressing before eating.

Leonora, after helping you to the kitchen table and making sure you had everything you needed, went to the bathroom to prepare the bath.

It was a pity you were unable to drink wine while laying in the bath together, but Leonora did not mind.

She was willing to sacrifice everything for the health of her baby.

When you were finished, you were pleasantly surprised with Leonora.

" You deserve a kiss. " You said with your most serious face, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek.

Leonora chuckled at your antics and led you to the bathroom.

The woman helped you undress and step into the tub.

After disregarding her own clothes and, of course, folding your dress, she joined you in the tub.

You sighed happily when your head rested against Leonora's shoulder. The woman wrapped her hands around you, pulling you closer to her.

You stayed like that for several moments until a crazy idea came to you.

You looked up at Leonora, who had her eyes closed and head resting on top of yours.

Perfect.

She wouldn't even see it coming.

With a quick move, you slightly pull away from her grasp. Leonora's eyes opened, not realizing what was happening until some water fell on her face.

The evil dean raised an eyebrow at you. " What was that for ? "

You shrugged. " Nothing. But I always wanted to do that. "

Lady Lesso hummed at your reply, faking deep thought. You returned to your previous position, thinking that she probably won't do it back due to your pregnancy.

She proved you wrong, though.

You turned your head to look at her, offended. " Hey ! "

She smirked at you. " What ? I thought that this was what the princess wanted. "

You shook your head. " You splashed more water to my face than I did to yours. "

Leonora chuckled. " Is that so ? "

" Yes. " Was your response alongside a splash aiming for her face.

" I see. The princess chose war. " She said said splashing water back at you.

And War it was.

The walls around the tub were wet from the water missing your faces, and whatever had remained from your makeup was long gone.

After what felt like hours, you grew tired.

However, Leonora didn't seem ever near to it.

You closed your eyes, covering them with your hands. " Okay, Okay. That's enough, Leo. I wanna go to bed. "

Leonora gave a triumpant hum before standing up to get the towel and help you dry.

As the Dean of Evil was drying your belly, she couldn't resist kissing it.

" Goodnight, baby. Hope you gonna avenge your mother's loss one day. "

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-fifteen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: So, this chapter is only going to have Steve and reader in it, hence the Chris Evans gif at the top. Also, this is what I picture Steve looks like in this story. Please don't hate me for this chapter 😬

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The noise of the television was white noise as I stared into the void in front of me, chewing nervously on my thumb nail while my knee rapidly bounced. Every little bump or creak made me jump, unsure if someone was about to break in and cash in on the hit against me. 

It didn’t help that I didn’t hear from Bucky, not once, the entire night. He said he would handle it but my faith in him was a bit deterred at this moment. How could he if he was busy with Natasha? 

I even thought of sending him a message but knew it would only be ignored. Especially with the picture I had seen Natasha post on her Instagram story an hour ago. 

Bucky laying shirtless in what I would assume was their bed, his back to her phone and it was clear he was fast asleep. The caption did nothing to mend the crack in my heart. 

He always knows the best way to keep me happy. 

Jealousy, anger, and stupidity washed over me because I kept getting reminders that at the end of the day, Bucky would always go back to her. Even after our afternoon together, he still laid with Natasha, in more ways than one. 

“Hey,” Steve’s soft hand covered my knee, halting its movements. “It’s alright. Nothing is going to happen while I’m here.” 

I gave him a forceful smile. “Sure.” 

He sighed while leaning against the couch, his large arm extending over the back of it. I could stop the way I slowly leaned into him, needing that feeling of protection, and looked into his eyes. 

There was this perfect man, right in front of me, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he would give me everything if I asked for it. 

I cupped his cheek, thumb tracing his jawline. “Thank you for being here.” 

“Of course,” he nodded, placing a soft kiss inside my palm. 

We faltered back to our previous position, sitting next to each other, as I forced my eyes to watch the television. 

Steve had spent the majority of the night trying to keep my mind off of things; making me something to eat or watching stupid movies but nothing worked. My mind kept wandering to the thought of someone sneaking up behind me and slicing my throat.

“Maybe it was a mistake for taking this job,” I muttered to myself. “For many reasons.” 

“Hey,” Steve lifted my chin with a gentle finger. “We’re going to figure this out, alright? I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

I nodded in his grasp. “You’ll stay all night?” 

He gave me his own nod. “I’m not going anywhere, doll.” 

The nickname, the same nickname that Bucky called me, felt different coming from Steve. Almost as if it was uttered with promise and love. It made my knees weak. 

With his vow, I allowed myself to sink further into the couch and his small embrace and watched whatever movie he decided to put on. But as the night wore on, the movie becoming less interesting, I sighed and began to lean over Steve to grab the remote. 

“What are you doing?” He chuckled. 

“I can’t stand this movie, it’s terrible,” I groaned. 

With a slight slip of my position, I ended up falling on top of Steve, who’s arms wrapped around me in order to stop me from falling off of the couch. Our faces were so close that I could feel his warm breath dance across my lips and with the slight movement, I brushed my nose against his. 

Both of us were unsure of what to do or say, this new proximity foreign to us. My heart raced as Steve brushed away the hair that fell into his face and palmed my cheek, me leaning into his touch. 

His leg wrapped around mine, a way to keep me locked into place. 

“Steve?” 

My voice came out in a hushed tone. 

“Hm?” He hummed, the vibrations of it rattling against my chest. 

Flash images of Steve and I together, naked rolling around in the sheets of my bed, burned deep into my mind and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, a small ounce of guilt pulling my heart down. 

Bucky. 

We weren’t actually together, though, so what was happening between Steve and I wasn’t wrong. It felt more right than Bucky and I did. 

So why couldn’t I stay away from Bucky?

“I think I’m going to go take a shower,” I pressed a hand on top of his chest, halting our faces leaning towards each other. 

A small moan fell from my lips when his cock twitched against my core. 

With a slight nod, Steve released me from his grip and I detached from him, muttering to myself that I needed a long, cold shower. 

The shower did absolutely nothing to calm me down from thoughts of Steve. All I could do was wonder what his lips tasted like. 

With the towel wrapped tight around me, I shut off the bathroom light and walked into the hallway, gaze falling onto Steve who sat on the couch, bottom lip caught in between his teeth. Even with the distance between us, I could see how dark his eyes were. 

Lust. 

I swallowed thickly as his name fell from my lips with a yearning to feel his own. 

Steve closed the gap between us in a few strides. “Tell me to stop and I will.” 

I didn’t utter a word, only squeezing the tension I felt between my legs.  

This might cause problems between Bucky and I but it didn’t matter anymore. I had been so blind by this affair that I allowed myself to fall for someone who couldn’t commit to me. 

The way my own name sounded on his tongue caused my body to shiver and I held the towel closer to me. There was a voice in the back of my mind to stop fighting it, lean into Steve and allow him to give me what I deserved. 

I finally listened to that voice and stood on the tips of my toes, leaning closer to him, our lips pressing together so softly. 

We both stood frozen, unsure of who should make the next move, but when Steve’s lips began to move, I formed into his figure by wrapping my arms around his back. My palms spread over the wideness of it while Steve walked me back towards the wall, his hips locking me into place. 

I dug my nails down his back to around his sides and pressed ourselves closer together which caused a satisfying friction between our shared cores. 

“Steve,” I whimpered. 

His beard scratched my face in the most blissful way as my fingers now found its way through his hair. Steve bit down on my bottom lip and I went dizzy at the ecstasy I felt when his dick pressed against my pussy, barely covered by the fabric of my towel. 

While his teeth left faint marks over the skin on my neck, I rutted my hips up into him. 

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted. 

Heat spread underneath my skin with the way our hips were moving together, the towel was slowly falling but I did nothing to stop it. 

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What It’s Like to Love Phillip Graves Part 1

MDNI

W: NSFW, Slow burn, Angst, Fluff, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits to Lovers, Gn! Reader, Unhealthy Relationship, Soldier Reader

P2, P3

He's like poison at times.

Before you both were official he was someone you slept with to relieve stress.

He was there and he was also seeking some relief. It worked for the two of you so there was nothing wrong with it.

That was until he left.

He wanted more in his life.

He wanted money and power. Most importantly, he wanted to do better.

He had a purpose and it drove him away from you.

He fucked you like he meant all the sweet nothing he growled into your ear.

He left hickeys on your skin like a claim but by the time he was done.

By the time he had cleaned himself up and dressed, he was already out the door.

He left you a note, thinking you wouldn't be up for a few hours after the fact.

You threw it in the trash without bothering to read it.

You were nothing important to him if the best he could do was give you a short note with a half-assed excuse for leaving.

You forgot about him.

You found someone to warm your bed just like he once had used you and made it your mission to rise within the military.

In a span of a few years, you became a sergeant, and in the following ones, you saw yourself rise to lieutenant.

You commanded men and you were sought out by many.

You help power that younger you could have never imagined obtaining.

As you were returning from a successful mission, you were approached by your Captain.

He advised you to get a shower and eat before seeing him in his office.

"Someone wishes to speak to you. They come with an offer." Amusement was evident in his eyes but he was clearly tense.

You only nodded in response and did as you were told.

Once finished with your meal, you walked directly towards your Captain's office and were met with the sight of a man in all black.

The man standing by your captain's desk had light brown hair with strands of gray here and there.

His eyes widened as they took you in before he cleared his throat and approached you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant. I'm Commander Phillip Graves. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

His eyes were just as pale blue as you remembered them to be.

His hand was as warm as you recalled too.

You hated it.

You stared at his outstretched hand and directed your gaze toward his eyes instead.

He sucked his lips before liking them.

The dismissal was not something that Graves was accustomed to.

You reveled in his uncomfortably.

"How may I help you, Commander?" He smiled at you before he turned and sat himself down on one of the chairs in front of your Captain.

He spoke about his PMC like a proud father.

Ignorant bosting was the only way you could describe him at the moment.

He was happy to recount how he airstrikes a set of buildings in the middle east to help the US military push into terrorist cell territory, all while glossing on the fact that it was documented that civilians had been present.

"So, I've been scouting for talent. We've had many successes in the past few years and with success comes loss. I need people who can help me clean up this world from terrorist scum."

He looked at you in anticipation. He craved your eyes on him.

"So?"

"So? I want you to join us at Shadow Company." You redirected yourself to your Captain. The old fool wasn't even paying attention to what had just been offered to you.

"Unless you're pay double what I'm making here, I'm not interested." You shut him down in the most forward way you can.

He’s not happy of course. He starts pouting at you but you ignore him.

In the end, he leaves without you in tow and his face is red from embarrassment.

That didn’t mean he would stop.

For the next year, he would send you emails, mail, and even messages through your superior officers. All of them were some kind of job offer or the chance to meet up.

One of his letters was him asking you out for coffee, "I'll even buy you a slice of that cake you always liked eating"

You don't see him till the end of winter.

He's hurt.

You notice the way his cheek seeped blood and how his ear bled too.

He was a mess and you took pleasure in seeing him miserable.

His men were ambushed and had to be treated at your base since it was the closest to them.

Many of the men wouldn't survive.

He spoke to you when he was in his hospital cot, he'd eat with you in the cafeteria even though he was still hurting from his broken rib.

He made efforts to be around you all while you simply ignored him in the politest way you could.

"I have a feeling you don't like me, sweetheart. Did I do something to you?" He followed you around like a sad dog. His eyes never left you even while your back was turned to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about Commander Graves." You continued with your tasks and left him in the armory with his own thoughts.

That night, he stood outside your room all while dressed down in his nicest short sleeve button-up.

He knocked on your so many times, it was embarrassing. It wasn't until he was ready to call it quits that you decided to open the door to see what he wanted.

"Why are you dressed up like you're heading to church? Is this really your Sunday's best?" You eyed him up and down before deciding to let him in.

His eyes lingered a little too long on your chest and your arms.

"I think I might need to go to confession after this. You look hot as ever, hun." You rolled your eyes at him.

You both ended up nude and under your covers.

His shirt was covered in cum after he used it to clean you both up.

His body was warm and comfortable against your own.

You hated yourself for ending up like this.

You thought you were better than this.

These feelings needed to die out.

But his face was nuzzled into your neck and his hands were touching your skin.

His soft snores were comforting and so was the feeling of his pulse.

You left him to sleep on your bed while you went and worked out in the gym.

Some of his men were sparring with one another. One of them even challenges you to match.

By the time Graves wakes up, you were handing out advice to his men and cleaning up the bloodied mats.

He looked for you during breakfast but you avoided him like the plague.

He wondered if he did something he wasn't supposed to.

The taste of your skin and the way you moaned his name was something he could get used to again.

He wanted more of your body.

He wanted more of you.

He wondered if you had moved past whatever you both had back when you were both young and new to this world of anguish.

He thought about the note he left you before he departed.

Maybe you read it and decided that you hated him.

Maybe you loved him and thought he'd come back for you sooner.

He followed after you still.

Even after you showed him you cared less about him.

He wrote letters, all of them intended for you, that he'd throw out in the morning.

He even extended his workout routine just to catch a glimpse of you.

When his time was over on your base, he had to swallow down the bile that threatened to come up his throat.

You were so close and yet so far from him.

And be it that you refuse to look him in the eyes, he still longed for the day you'd hold his face in between your hands and whisper the words that had haunted him since the day you let him bed you.

"Come back to me, Phillip. Always make sure to come back to me."

He watched your eyes flutter shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

He swore under his breath that he'd make sure to make it back to you no matter how long or how far he was from you.

[camilaxmartin]

heart-throb

request: Maybe thornhill falling for someone that lives in Jericho

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: marilyn starts to feel like a teenager in love when a special girl takes her order at the cafe.

warnings: none!

note: i loved this one soo much! it’s just all cutie and fluffy

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whole nevermore was coming to jericho today, for the special day. marilyn haven’t plan anything in particular for this day, besides going to the town, of course. her and principal weems, gave all the details about todays event and left all the kids on their own. the redhead smiled to the last kid giving them a little wave and headed to the caffe for a little snack.

when she came in nothing has changed maybe besides two kids from school standing behind the bar. she smiled to herself and walk up, standing in line to order her food. when it was finally her turn xavier excused himself and run out of the cafeteria like he was on fire. marilyn looked weirdly at his disappearing silhouette and turned back around to the bar suddenly facing the person standing in-front of her. her eyes widened a bit seeing the person right before her.

“hello miss, what i can get for you?” the girl asked breaking a phase marilyn was in. she smiled shyly little wrinkles appearing at the end of her eyes.

“a latte and a slice of this cake, please.” she answered pointing to the cake behind a glass.

“great! it’ll up in a minute.” the girl said and moved back so she could prepare marilyn’s coffee.

the redhead walked away from the bar and sat in one of the puffy seats situated next to the huge window. she put her hands on the table and stared into the air without even realising it. her fingers started to fidget with each other also doing it without marilyn’s permission. she would probably sit like that forever if the girl wouldn’t break her out of it once again.

“here’s your coffee ma’am and a slice of our best chocolate cake.” she said slowly putting down the stuff marilyn ordered. she looked up at the girl and took away her hands so it was easier for the beauty to put down her order. the girl smiled at her gesture and thornhill felt her face heat up. was it really happening right now? was she blushing because a random girl, pretty girl, smiled at her? she was acting like a teenager. marilyn cleared her throat and it didn’t go unnoticed by the girl next to her. everything was on the table now and the beauty was still standing next to her. marilyn’s eyes were on the cake and she couldn’t make herself look up again, feeling a pair of eyes being directed at her.

“thank you, so much.” she said her voice softer than she planned. the girl still stood next to her now with her hands on her hips.

“no problem ma’am.” she responded and thornhill finally looked up. the girl was smiling to her and she uncontrollably smiled back. “if you’d need anything else, call for me and i’ll be happy to bring it.” she added and marilyn bit her lower lip nodding her head in understanding. the girl walked away and stood behind the bar again taking orders from other people.

marilyn grabbed her fork and separated a small piece of the cake directing it straight into her mouth. her other hand grabbed the cup by its ear and hold it still for a moment. her thoughts were louder than normal and she felt anxious because of it. like she was sitting on a balloon that can pop anytime now. the image of the girl that brought her order flood to her mind again. she looked into her direction and saw her smiling wildly, her face redden up again. she couldn’t believe it was actually happening to her. she wasn’t twelve anymore why couldn’t she just let go of it and act like nothing was bothering her? her thoughts interrupted a sound coming from the bar, she looked over and saw the beauty laughing at something the guy she was currently talking with just said. marilyn bit down harder on the another piece of cake she just pushed into her mouth. was she seriously getting jealous now? she let out a deep breath rolling her eyes at her impossible behaviour. even though she was trying so hard to concentrate her attention on something else she just couldn’t get the girl out of her head. marilyn knew herself well, she always tried to keep a good relationship with the things she was feeling but this time she couldn’t completely understand why this random girl got all her attention. she ate the last piece of her cake and brought the cup to her lips, tasting the bitter liquid. her face scrunched immediately and she put the cup down. her impulsive thoughts almost immediately won and she decided to call for that girl to bring her sugar but a second before words were meant to leave her mouth she remembered she doesn’t even know her name. her cheeks reddened slightly once again and she just looked at the girl working behind the bar hoping she would notice her stare and approach her.

to her huge surprise the beauty found her stare almost immediately and headed to her in no more than a second. wait, was it possible she was looking at marilyn too? before the redhead could even think more about it, the girl was standing next to her table smiling down at her. thornhill looked up a smile also present on her lips.

“you need something?” the girl asked as she didn’t walk here just because she in fact, needed something.

“actually, yes.” marilyn smiled even wider when the words left her mouth. “would you bring me some sugar? i just can’t stand a coffee this bitter.” she said and rumbled a bit. the girl nodded her head and walk away once again only to come back with a cup of sugar and a little spoon in it.

“here you go, ma’am.” she said placing it in front of marilyn. the girl took the empty plate leaving thornhill only with her coffee. “hope you enjoyed it.” she said and winked at her. marilyn felt her face heat up again and she cursed herself inside.

“it was lovely. as everything in here.” she said her voice going a little higher at the end of her sentence. the beauty smiled to her and walk back to the bar again. marilyn sighed deeply and took the spoon to sweeten her coffee.

minutes passed by and she was now sipping on her coffee with a blank stare right outside the window. she wasn’t looking at anything in particular but it let her get lost in her own thoughts. she thought about the wink that girl sent her and if there could be possibly something behind it. of course not, it was just a stupid gesture. she scolded herself but the thought wouldn’t leave her alone. she felt this weird feeling in her stomach realising she was getting even more anxious now. she put one of her hands on her belly trying to calm herself down from the outside. she put down the cup and started to rub her brows thinking about her reactions to anything the girl had done. she then rubbed her eye and let out another big sigh. she didn’t even know if the girl wasn’t straight. skipping the fact she wouldn’t probably take any interest in a woman older than her like half her life. she grabbed the cup once again and took another sip of it trying to (if she could) drown herself.

after another few minutes of hard thinking she came up to the conclusion. she was going to bring her coffee to the bar, hoping for the girl to notice her and start a conversation. then, she would somehow taste the waters and maybe ask her out if she turns out to be not straight. the thought of the girl not being interested was at the back of marilyn’s head but she tried her hardest to silence it.

taking the last sip of her coffee, she put down the cup and stand up. a pair of eyes already looking at her but she didn’t notice them because of being so stressed. she came up to the bar placing down the cup and finally looking up. she noticed the girl standing in front of her looking at her with a sly smile. marilyn smiled back trying not to blush at the smallest thing. the girl took the cup from her hands, before she could fully place it down, their hands touching. thornhill’s eyes widened a bit and she took away her hands as fast as she could. the girl let out a little chuckle but she turned around quickly to place the dirty cup in the sink. she turned back again and marilyn was still standing in her place.

“can i get something else for you?” the girl asked her voice making marilyn’s face heat up again. literally, what was happening to her.

“no, thank you.” she responded making eye contact with the girl standing before her. she smiled to the redhead noticing her nervous state.

“y/n” the girl said and marilyn titled her head a bit. “i’m y/n. i don’t think i’ve told you my name.” she repeated placing one of her hands on the countertop, leaning against it a bit.

“marilyn. marilyn thornhill.” she said, still looking into the girl’s eyes. y/n smiled at her even wider.

“you teach at nevermore right?” she asked and marilyn felt her mouth going dry. was y/n going to reject her even because of her work?

“yeah, i do. i’m a normie though.” she said running a hand through her hair. y/n raised her eyebrows being visibly surprised.

“oh, i thought you’d be some sort of a super cool creature.” she smiled and thornhill internally slapped herself in the face. “but if you’re a normal human, then i guess it’ll be easier to impress you.” y/n added and marilyn blinked at her words. the girl let out a laugh at the other woman’s reaction.

“impress me? why would you want to do that?” she asked confused not even considering the fact that this girl can be as much into her as she is into her.

“so i could possibly take you out one day?” y/n explained letting out a little chuckle at the end of her sentence. marilyn’s face got red again but not because of the girl in front of her, but because of her stupidity.

“you won’t even have to try for it.” she responded also laughing feeling a lot less stressed now. “in fact i was debating on the way of asking you out.” she said and the girl’s smile turned into a smirk.

“glad we’re on the same page.” she said and looked around looking for something. marilyn nodded at her but the girl was already at the other side of the bar grabbing a white paper and a pen. she came back and wrote something down almost immediately handing it to marilyn. “here’s my number. you can call me and we will figure something out.” she said and winked to her. thornhill grabbed the paper, their hands touching again, and read the number with a little heart the girl left for her. she then folded it and put inside the pocket of her jacket.

“i definitely will.” marilyn said and the girl winked at her once again. she adjusted her glasses and the two of them were standing in total silence for a moment.

“i’m sorry, i would love to stare into your beautiful eyes all day but i have to take care of the bar. your kids aren’t as helpful as i thought they’d be.” y/n exclaimed taking both of them out of the little trans they were in. marilyn felt her cheeks red up and she smiled to the girl.

“of course! i have to go back anyway.” she said and nodded her head. she then turned around walking to the door. being at the entrance she turned her head once again noticing y/n taking order from another person. she smiled to herself. she wanted to leave but suddenly made eye contact with the girl who was looking at her with a small smirk drawn on her face. she winked again and this time marilyn actually turned around and left the cafeteria.

walking to the benches all the kids were supposed to be at she put one of her hands into her pocket grabbing the paper and squeezing it slightly. she smiled to herself and now she understood why this girl wouldn’t leave her mind. she was special. they both were dragging to each other from the very first minute she stepped into the cafeteria today. she finally reached the benches and sat at one of them looking at the cafe once again. a sparkle appeared in her eyes. that girl was going to be hers now. she was going to be in jericho more often than she thought.

[nerdish-simp]

statues (hunter x gn!reader) part 1

Summary: The Golden Guard is an asshole. But so is Y/n.

A/n: I caved. I'm doing a short series with angst. You're welcome. (also ignore any typos, I'm posting this from not my phone and not my laptop) it's been a while since I've written so I'm a little rusty lmao. I also have no idea how stitches work, I had to google it, so it's probably inaccurate. Rip me ig.

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"Watch it, Scout!" An annoying voice commanded harshly as you felt someone shove past you, making you stumble.

"You watch it!" You elbowed whoever passed you, assuming it was just another scout.

You were surprised to see the motherfucking Golden Guard turn around.

_

That was your first interaction with the Golden Guard. And he got on your nerves very quickly.

Unluckily for you, he got annoyed with you pretty quickly too.

You would make sarcastic comments at each other's performance, argue, and insult each other. And each of you thought the other was the most annoying witch on the Boiling Isles.

The other coven scouts started dreading any mission that had you two on the team. You were constantly at each other's throats, and it only got worse as you moved up ranks.

_

"Scout! Bring me this book from the library."

"Actually, it's Captian now."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

_

You had your own team of scouts now, and you were a crucial member of the Emperor's Coven. You attended meetings, lead missions, and served the emperor. The scouts loved you. You weren't nearly as rude or commanding as the other captains and coven officials. Even if you were just a teenager, you knew how things worked and how to help people.

You were only ever blatantly rude to the Golden Guard, but he deserved it. He was a brat.

Your fighting went on for months. That was until one evening...

You stepped into the massive library in the Emperor's castle. Just back from a mission, you had taken off your uniform and mask, still carrying your badge with you, just in case. You had a few books in your arms and you dumped them into the book return bin before heading to find some new ones.

Wandering up and down the shelves, you grabbed a few books for some studying and some to read just for fun. You passed some blonde haired dude as you walked down the shelves, but didn't pay him any mind.

You saw him again as you went to check out your books, he was in line, also checking out a stack of old leather books. As he reached the desk, the librarian asked him for his library card and he said "Just put it under the Golden Guard."

You knew that voice. That really annoying voice.

"Golden Brat?!" You accidentally exclaimed, shocked. This scrawny blonde kid was the Golden Guard you've been fighting for the past several months??

He whirled around to look at you.

"Captain Asshole?!"

You stood there for a moment in stunned silence.

"You look way different than I thought you did." You muttered. "Titan, do you even sleep?" He had massive bags and dark circles under his unusual magenta eyes. He scowled at you.

"I don't need sleep. Unlike some pathetic witches." He looked at you.

"Holy fuck, man. Go to bed. You look like you're dead."

"SHUT UP." He grabbed his books from the counter and left the library.

"Damn." You muttered, placing your books in front of the librarian. "Sorry about that." _

You made his life a living hell after that. You bugged him about his sleep schedule and made fun of him for it. Even though you hated him, there was a slight bit of concern under all the light bullying.

He started avoiding you more and more as time went on. You weren't exactly sure why though. It was weird not making fun of him or having him insult you.

There was a whole week where you didn't even see him. Until one evening after you'd gotten back from a mission, badly injured.

Your forearm had been sliced open. The deep cut spanning from the crease of your elbow to mid-forearm. Your uniform was soaked in scarlet blood and you were trying to put pressure on it while struggling to perform a healing spell, and it just wasn't working.

You didn't know who to seek help from.

Despite the fact that the scouts really liked you, you didn't actually know people. You didn't have any friends. The only person who kept coming to your mind is the person you least wanted to see in this state.

The Golden Guard.

You knew he would be able to help you somehow, but swallowing your pride and going to him kept you away. But at this point, it was either go to him and hurt your ego a little bit, or fainting from blood loss and embarrassing yourself.

Gritting your teeth, you made your way to find the Golden Brat's room. _

After several minutes, you finally found it, you were feeling a little light headed as you pounded on the door.

"Open up, Golden Guard." You shouted. You could hear rustling through the door and he opened it, looking annoyed.

"What do you want?" He spat.

"Just let me in." You huffed. You just wanted to make your arm feel better.

"Why?"

"I... need help." You muttered, obviously not happy about coming to him for help.

"You need what now?" He smirked at you. You could tell that he was enjoying this.

"I SAID I NEED HELP." I said angrily. "Now stop being a dickhead and let me in."

He smirked as he stepped aside to let you in, but as soon as he saw your bloodstained sleeve, he stopped. "Titan, what happened to your arm?"

"I broke it." You said sarcastically. He just looked at you, unamused.

He sighed and got the first aid kit. "You're gonna need stitches."

You looked at him, genuinely shocked.

"If you think I'm gonna let you sew my arm up, you're fucking insane." You said, still clutching your arm in an attempt to make it stop bleeding.

"Do you want my help or not?!" He looked irritated.

"OKAY, fine fine." You relented.

He got the stuff ready and went to work. You watched for a moment before feeling a little queasy at the sight of your skin being sewn together. You looked at his face to distract yourself. His dark eyebrows turned downwards in concentration. He had a scar on his cheek that went down to his jaw, and there was a little bit of his ear missing.

He certainly looked a lot different from what you expected. But somehow it fit him.

It took a while before he had finished your arm, but he did a decent job. He cleaned the wound and wrapped your arm tightly with some bandages.

"Alright. I'm done." He started his first aid box away.

"Thanks...Golden Brat." You stuck to the nickname you usually called him, but in a more appreciative tone. It felt too formal to say Golden Guard anyways.

He looked at you momentarily, still putting the supplies away. ".....Hunter. my name is Hunter."

You didn't expect him to actually tell you his name. You covered your surprise by making a joke.

"Hunter, huh? I was expecting something cooler." I raised my eyebrows and he rolled his eyes.

There was a beat of silence.

"I'm Y/n."

He glanced up at you, "That's a weird name."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

[fr3sh-tragedies]

You Don't Wanna Know

[Until Dawn] Samantha Giddings x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.52k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Sam quite literally falls into insanity, mentions of blood, stabbing, knives, language (?), OOC Sam

[A/N]: This was fun to write, ngl, but I also wrote the whole thing fairly quickly in one sitting, so I apologize if it's kind of hard to read. I did read back over it, but I was sleep deprived, so there are probably mistakes.

Enjoy!

Blade in hand, Sam trembled, readying herself to strike the moment the creature lurking in front of her charged. She steadied her breath, her hazel eyes shooting toward Mike. She gave a subtle nod, a signal that he needed to ready himself for when they both took off running. With another puff of air to steel her nerves, Sam lifted her leg and slammed it down, her foot stamping the cold, cracking cement beneath her, echoing throughout the vacant room. A screech rang out unlike anything she or Mike had ever heard. The Wendigo that had been desperately trying to find the two in the room lunged forward toward the blonde. She timed her movements, ducking down when it came too close and managing to hook her arm around its inhumanely thin bicep. Willing her strength into the right spot, she shifted her weight and forced the Wendigo backward with a twist of her body, essentially throwing it to spiral toward the ground behind her.

“Mike, run!” She hollered, briefly glancing back to make sure he did so before her attention returned to the creature now scrambling to get back to its feet. Once regaining its bearings and balance, the Wendigo thrusted itself in Sam’s direction once again. Sam gripped the handle of her knife even tighter and made sure to angle herself to strike. The moment it came towering over her, Sam propelled the blade forward, listening with a grimace as it tore through the skin and thin muscle of the beast’s chest. It staggered backward, unfazed as the sharp steel was pulled out from its cavity, and quickly ran closer yet again, somehow unbothered by the gaping wound now pouring blood by the heart.

Upon seeing that the Wendigo wasn’t going down, Sam panicked, wondering how she could permanently keep it pinned. She couldn’t die here–she had someone she had to get back home to. She needed to be there for her, and she needed to be there for her friends, who had all likely made it back to the lodge and were needing a plan. If she could figure out how to kill these things, she could help the group defend themselves as well.

How could she kill this thing?

How the hell could she kill this thing?

Maybe she couldn’t kill it, but there had to be a way to hold it off long enough to get away.

She studied it as urgently as she could, barely coming up with a half-batched plan as it closed the distance between them. Her hands trembled, and she internally screamed at them to still. As the long, bony fingers of the Wendigo’s hand grasped Sam’s arm, she yelled out, jabbing the beast’s jugular as violently as she could and shoving it backwards. Still gripping her arm, the Wendigo yanked her to the ground as it fell onto its back. Before it could get the upper hand again, Sam shuffled up and gripped the handle with both hands. Planting both knees on either side of the creature’s torso, she dug the knife in further with all the force she could muster, yanking it sideways and slicing the thin muscle of the throat, trying her best to decapitate it. She made it about halfway to the nape of its neck before it screamed out louder in agony, instinctively picking her up and hurling her away in defense.

With a loud howl of pain, Sam slammed against the floor, skidding across the concrete and rolling away for a moment. She hissed as she propped herself up on her elbows, nails digging into her scalp as she tried to clear her vision. Tugging her hand away, she found blood now drizzling down from her fingertips, spilling out and wrapping around her digits like ribbon until it pooled across her palm and the backs of her knuckles. Almost entranced by the way it moved, she wriggled her fingers before clenching them together to form a fist.

The scars on the sides of her hands burst open at the sudden tensing, spilling out into more rivers that joined the staining streaks already there.

Then, upon hearing the echoey gurgling from her attacker, now several feet away, Sam’s head shot up. Her head throbbed harsher at the sudden motion, but she still managed to gain her bearings and assess what was happening ahead of her. The Wendigo, letting out scratchy, broken whines as blood oozed down its form onto the floor, shook and clawed at the skin now torn open on the side of its throat. Aside from the groan when she had been thrown, Sam hadn’t made any noise, meaning the beast ahead had no way of knowing where exactly she was.

She took this as her opportunity, noticing that the Wendigo was struggling to even stumble around, clutching at its throat and letting out another shrill wail. As soon as it collapsed to the floor, Sam turned and slipped against the concrete as she took off toward the direction Mike had gone, wrestling against the urge to look back. Against her better judgment, she clutched the bloodied knife toward her chest, praying she didn’t have to use it again.

A safe distance away, Sam called out for Mike.

Months after Sam and the others had left the lodge, they finally finished giving their statements to the investigators on the case. As far as she knew, everyone other than Josh had survived, though none of them had talked since they were picked up by the rescue helicopter. Sam had refused help from any of the counselors the police had recommended, not wanting to live through the horrors she had witnessed down in the mines all over again.

Instead, she focused on returning home to her girlfriend, who had no idea of what had been going on the entirety of the time she was gone. She had promised to only be gone for half a week at most, but after all of the interviewing, it had been well over three months. The officers on the case let her make a call to [Y/N] so she could explain the situation, but Sam had kept the details very minimal. The last thing she had wanted was to upset [Y/N] even further. And to her relief, the majority of the details hadn’t been released to the public yet, considering they hadn’t gone down to discover the monsters themselves.

Even when they went down to seek them out, Sam knew most of them wouldn’t survive.

Finally, after an excruciatingly long ride home, Sam had made it. She was quick to stumble up to the front door and let herself in, making a beeline to her shared bedroom with the one she was looking for. Before she got upstairs, however, she snuck into the garage and placed something down, then heading back inside. Briefly, she caught a glance of her reflection in one of the mirrors hung on the wall. She noticed the scar leading from her forehead up past her hairline had started to slowly heal, the one she had earned from her first full battle against a Wendigo. Her hand trailed up to gently let her fingertips graze alone the rough tissue, tracing the shape as she hummed.

For a moment, she considered splitting the scar back open, desperate to relive the thrilling moment she had suffered through down in the mines. She ultimately decided against it, figuring it wouldn’t make a difference. The scars would all still be there, even after they healed. She huffed out a small sigh and started toward the stairs again, finding herself standing in front of the bedroom door for a moment before nudging it open.

Normally, when Sam and [Y/N] saw each other again after being separated for an extended period of time, they’d hug one another tightly and spend the entire day together. Despite this routine, when they finally saw each other then, all Sam could do was wobble forward onto the bed before pulling the smaller girl into her chest. “Sam? Holy shit, you’re back,” [Y/N] whispered, sighing in relief as she tugged the blonde closer and turned her head to listen to her heartbeat. “I was so worried.” Sam grinned at her words, silently stroking her hair for a moment before she gave a response.

“Ah, no need for that. Things just got weird.”

In the back of her mind, Sam knew that “weird” was a severe understatement. However, she had no idea how to put what she had seen into words. She managed to dryly answer [Y/N]’s rapid questions for a bit longer, but ultimately fell asleep in the middle of the one-sided conversation, the exhaustion from the whole ordeal finally kicking in.

Days passed, and it was clear right away that Sam had changed. Instead of being the openly kind, considerate woman [Y/N] had grown to love over the years, she had become cold and distant, growing increasingly defensive and aggressive when anything was mentioned about her trip. How could she have grown hypervigilant over a trip with friends? She wouldn’t open up about anything, no matter what [Y/N] tried. She eventually shrugged it off, however, assuming it was just exhaustion and stress from whatever had taken place while she was gone.

She made it her goal to help Sam relax again. She’d cook her meals, get her clothes and everything ready when she’d shower, let her latch onto her when she would occasionally sleep in, and would practically baby her in some aspects, watching her like a hawk to make sure she didn’t collapse or grow visibly sick from whatever thought might’ve crossed her mind. This lasted quite a while. [Y/N] had been hoping Sam would finally start opening up after some time if she was just given the support and space she needed, though that moment never came.

Desperate, she had even researched possible ways to work through whatever was swarming through Sam’s mind. She reached out to a few licensed therapists here and there, but they weren’t able to do much since Sam wouldn’t cooperate with any of their questions. Nothing seemed to work. She just wanted the woman she fell in love with to come back to her.

As painful as it was to see her lover and best friend slipping away and becoming someone new, [Y/N] eventually respected her wishes and let her be, gradually halting her questions about the trip to the lodge. She couldn’t get into contact with anyone else from the friend group either–and she wondered if it was for the same reason that was causing Sam to treat her so differently as well. She hoped they wouldn’t all shut everyone else out the way the blonde was already doing to her.

The days would all go by the same way: [Y/N] would get up early when Sam would finally let go of her, fix breakfast for the two of them, eat alone in the kitchen, and head out for the day, usually catching a glimpse of Sam sauntering downstairs and sitting down at the table to finally eat. It was like she was running on a survival schedule. She’d only eat and sleep when she absolutely needed to. Anytime she tried to take a nap, she’d end up springing up from the cushions in a cold sweat, always out of breath. It didn’t take long for her to stop trying to rest throughout the day.

During those times, when she wasn’t able to sleep, she’d tap at the scar adoring her forehead then bring her hand back down, picturing the way the waves of her blood had danced against her skin months prior. She’d find herself staring at her palm for hours, losing track of time. It was hard for her to remember to eat when this happened, so she had to be reminded.

[Y/N] would text her at lunch, checking up on her, and hardly ever got a response. She’d carry out the rest of her shift for the day, then head home, always finding Sam blacked out on the sofa in the den or in their shared bedroom, struggling to stay asleep for more than a few minutes. She’d never greet [Y/N] anymore, but she would still make some kind of motion to let her know that she acknowledged her coming back into the house: a small hum, a little nod, or just a simple glance in her direction. Not once did she utter anything.

Then, to end the evening, [Y/N] would prepare dinner or order takeout. To her surprise, Sam would actually sit and eat with her most nights, though she never made conversation.

The two would then trudge up to bed once they finished cleaning up, shower and get changed into their nightwear, and then collapse into a deep slumber the moment they made it under the covers. This repeated for days, which shifted into weeks, and then shifted into months. As the time passed, Sam seemed to get a little less aggressive, though she was still relatively mute. One night, Sam got a call as they sat in the living room, picking at their fast food and watching something random on the TV. She seemed to grow relieved at whatever the caller had told her.

When [Y/N] asked what it was about, Sam simply pocketed her phone and shook her head, returning to her meal. “You don’t wanna know.”

[Y/N] frowned at this, but gave up instantly, forcing herself to push through her sudden nausea and finish her dish. As she took her last bite, she glanced over at Sam, who had put hers down on the coffee table and began to stare blankly at the wall across the room. With a small sigh, [Y/N] stood and picked up both plates, carrying them over to the kitchen to toss the remaining food and rinse off the forks and plates.

As she turned to slide the rack of the dishwasher open, [Y/N] blinked and froze upon seeing Sam wander out into the garage.

The blonde made sure to shut and lock the door behind her once inside the large space, her socks coming into contact with the chilled stone beneath her and hardly doing anything to keep her feet warm. She didn’t mind it though. Instead, she ignored the chill that shot up her spine and waltzed to a loose panel being pressed into place behind the multiple boxes she and [Y/N] had piled up for storage.

She lifted a few boxes, sliding them across the ground after moving them behind her, then wriggling the loose wooden plank from the wall and propping it up against a few heavier boxes a few feet away. Her hand reached inside the dark opening now revealed to her, not flinching so much as once at the feeling of cobwebs grazing her skin and entangling themselves around her fingers. She rummaged around momentarily, but cracked a small smirk upon feeling the thin plastic top of the bag she was searching for.

With a quick tug, she lifted the bag up and towards her chest, lazily moving the panel back into place before turning around and retracing her steps to the door leading back into the house. She flicked her wrist and unlocked the door with ease, pulling the door open and letting herself inside. Barely closing the door behind her, she casually walked into the kitchen, planning to stroll straight past [Y/N] without being noticed.

She was noticed, though. It wasn’t just her presence that was acknowledged.

Instantly, [Y/N]’s eyes trailed down and landed directly on the bag pressed tightly against Sam’s chest. She bristled at the sight of the rusted knife in the bag, coated in dried, flaking blood. Her gaze shot back up to Sam’s, who was now staring blankly at her.

“Sam?” She started cautiously. The blonde had no reply, only blinking at the sound of her name. “What is that?” Still, she was met with a deafening silence.

Finally, fed up with the lack of responses over the months, remembering each time Sam avoided the subject of the lodge, [Y/N] stepped forward and feigned her best look of strength. A newfound sense of anger bubbled up underneath her skin and up her throat. The questions began spilling from her lips before she could stop them. “Sam, what the hell is that? Why do you have it? Has that been here this whole time? Is that from the lodge? Did you fucking kill someone?”

For the first time since she made it home, Sam smiled, though it sent a chill down [Y/N]’s spine. The blonde’s grin only widened as she stepped forward. A sound mimicking a chuckle erupted from her throat, more of a low, broken rumble. She shook her head and lowered her tone as she spoke, adding onto the signs that were triggering alarm bells in [Y/N]’s head. She got her answer, even as Sam gave an indirect one.

“You don’t wanna know.”

She brushed past the trembling girl, calmly heading upstairs and into her office down the hall from the bedroom. There, she found the stand she had purchased shortly after making it home. Her fingers traced the lines of the bag still in her hands, toying with the corners before tugging it open. With a sickening smile, she slid the knife out at a painfully slow speed, marveling at the way the light overhead made the browning blood staining the rusted steel glisten.

A hum of admiration slipped from her lips as she dropped the bag by her feet, lifting the knife up higher to get a better view. With a gentle motion, she lowered it to rest on the wooden stand in front of her. Her feet led her backward enough for her to get a better view.

From the corner of her eye, she could see [Y/N] peering in from the doorway, beads of sweat trickling down her face and neck. Sam beamed at her, motioning for her to come in and stand next to her. Afraid of what would happen if she refused, [Y/N] did as told, hesitantly planting herself beside the blonde, whose hazel eyes were trained on her form. Finally, Sam waved her arm forward, motioning toward the knife.

“You sure you want to know what this is?”

With a loud swallow, [Y/N] nodded. “This is the knife that I used to save myself back at the lodge. I slit open a Wendigo’s throat to survive. Thought I’d keep it as a kind of token of sorts. Anytime I start to feel unsure about something, I can look to this as a source of motivation. It saved me once, it can save me again.”

[Y/N] could only stare ahead, her mind spinning as she struggled not to faint. What was a Wendigo? How would this knife be a token of motivation? How was Sam so disgustingly calm about murdering something? That wasn’t like her at all. She hated seeing the smallest of animals being hurt–how could she just murder one? Was this even the same Sam that she had been waiting for back when she was at the lodge to meet up with her friends? Who was the woman standing by her side?

She had so many questions–too many questions–and she wasn’t sure if she would ever get answers to any of them. Or even if she wanted to.

Finally, she tore her eyes away from the source of her spiking nausea to look up at Sam. Her blood ran cold when she turned to find the blonde staring down at her already, something in her eyes confirming [Y/N]’s fear that she had changed. That stomach-churning smile still painted her lips, though now it seemed far more menacing. A hand slid down to clasp [Y/N]’s, making her yelp and jump at the contact.

She glanced down to find Sam now interlocking their fingers, then back up to find the smile gone.

“What’s wrong, [Y/N]?” Sam questioned, her tone flat and devoid of any emotion.

She leaned down, now uncomfortably close to the smaller girl’s face, seemingly staring dead into her soul. She cocked her head to the side, almost in a mocking motion. “Did you not want to hear about this after all? I sure hope that’s not the case. It’d be a shame. After all, I’m trusting you to keep this little prize of mine between us, and only us. Will you do that for me?”

[Y/N] couldn’t speak, terrified of saying the wrong thing. She screamed at her mind to say something, anything at all. All she could do, however, was stare. She gave a small, almost unnoticeable nod after a torturous string of silence. One in which Sam only stared, unblinking, into her eyes.

Finally, Sam’s lips split into a grin again. It didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Good. Let’s see just how long you can keep that promise.”

[tupperwaretub]

Blood-Ridden (part 2)

Pairing: Joel Miller x (firefly)male! Reader

Warnings: tiny tiny sexual theme, imagery of abuse, violence and gore, attempted suicide, intrusive thoughts and some throwing up 😉

Summary: Tommy's brother joel is over and after a argument and storming out you meet someone who makes you feel a way you haven't felt in 10 years.

(set 10 years after the first one, you're well acquainted with joel and tess)

(blue and red text is for thoughts reader has sort of like a angel and devil on each shoulder kind of deal)

Part 1: here

Part 3: here

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It's been ten years since you first met Tommy, since he first introduced you to the fireflies and gave you what you considered to be a family and a home. The fireflies were your family, your not-so-little messed up family of wanted terrorists and you felt happy. Sometimes for a second you forget the problems with the world, everything for just a moment is good again.

But its always hard to forget the things you've done. The people you have killed, ten years ago you couldn't even shoot a gun and now... Well now you're some sort of monster, you can't look at yourself in the mirror without hating what you've become but you keep on killing? You think it's become some kind of natural reaction to danger or a threat to, slit their throat, beat them in with a wrench or... This one you liked to call a 'merciless macdonwald' where you do a shit job at slicing them from their abdomen to their cheeks and then... You need to stop thinking about this, it's not doing you any good for your guilty conscience, what's wrong with you, you freak, you monster, you fucking-

Your thoughts were broken by the door to you and Tommy's shared apartment opening, you jolted up to sit on the uncomfortable couch you were laying on- stupid thing all the springs are broken and theres a patch of damp on one of the pillows. You look up and see tommy with his brother, Joel what a dick he pisses you off so much you should just-

"hey y/n, we wake you?" Tommy asks with a soft smile. "No, no. I was awake, just thinking" you reply, returning the smile.

"Me and Joel are gonna hang out here for a while if thats alright?" You know he's only asking because he knows you and Joel don't tend to get on, but he also knows what you're going to say. "Yeah that's fine." You reply and he smiled back as a silent thank you.

You slowly stand up, getting off of the couch letting out a small groan. You've lost count of the amount of times you've been, hit, punched, scratched, cut, shot at... You could go on forever, but the main point is your body is spotted in bruises and cuts constantly. The bruises are only from people trying to protect themselves against you, they dont want to die you freak. No, no, most of the time they shot or swung first dont pin this on me like I'm some mindless sociopath! At this point you are! Am not! Oh yeah you are, sometimes you barely have the courteousy to put them out of the their misery! How is not actually killing them bad now? You like to watch them writhe around and scream for you to help them don't you, you get off on it! Yeah you do! Don't deny it!

"you gonna keep starin' at that wall or are you gonna answer me?" You quickly swung your neck around to see who was talking, it was joel. "What did you say?" You ask trying to be polite and answer whatever he had to say to you. "Jeez, someone's losin' it. Tommy's got rations." He remarks and walks away. Losing it? Losing it? You're not losing it! Hes losing it!

"I'm not losing it asshole. Can't a guy think anymore?" You bark back. "Guys! Don't do this now, lets just eat and be functional for just a second?" Tommy quickly says before Joel could get the chance to say something snarky back at you.

You grab your rations, a little too aggressively but only because Joel still has you riled up and angry, and you go sit on the couch again. The food is some disgusting tasteless jerky, honestly doesn't make you any less hungry and you wonder what it's made out of.

"you ever thought about leaving the fireflies" you overhear Joel asking Tommy. "No, we fight for a good cause. You don't like FEDRA either Joel, we're just using our hate into something productive. Y/n gets it." Tommy replies and you turn around to look at him. "Yeah." You say taking the last bite of the whatever-the-hell jerky you got given, with that you get up and go to the sink to get a drink. FEDRA might be fascist assholes but they do still give you running water..

"y/n only gets it because hes a firefly to. And you really believe killing people is productive?" Joel snaps back and tommy. "It was productive before, dont talk to me like you're innocent Joel." Tommy replies, he sounds like hes losing his mind here. "You're right, but at least i stopped."

"will you shut the fuck up Joel?! I swear to God you can't go a single second without saying something and being an asshole to anyone, it makes me want to-" you shut your mouth knowing your thoughts were about the get the better of you, you can't let that happen, you can't.

"want to what, y/n. Go on, what d'you wanna do to me?" Joel says, you can't tell what hes trying to do - is he trying to get a rise out of you? Make you say something you'll regret? You can't say what you're thinking Tommy will hate you! Tell him.

Tell him every last little thing you've dreamt of doing to him, all the disgusting images in your head of you killing him. Cmon dont be such a pussy-

You quickly storm out of the apartment, you can't, you can't let your thoughts get the best of you. Be stronger than your thoughts, they're in your head, they're harmless, nothing to worry about, they're -

Suddenly you bump into someone causing you both to stumble. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Here let me help you" you say quickly grabbing the persons hand and helping them up. Once they were up you finally got a good look at them, you'd bumped into a really handsome man- he had blonde hair and gorgeous blue/grey eyes you could just drown in. You felt yourself getting embarrassed.

"thankyou, hey it's no problem, things happen." He says with a bright smile, he reminded you of a golden retriever. "Hey uh... What's you're name?" You ask him, sounding quite timid against your own will. "Names Charlie, you?"

"y/n" you reply still admiring him.

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Two years, you and Charlie had been attached by the hip he asked you to be his boyfriend a month after meeting him. Spending these two years with him is up their in the best times of your life, but the standards for that list dropped significantly at the start of the infection so just having a relationship with someone feels like heaven.

Though, recently he's started becoming distant. So, when Marlene asked the two of you to leave the QZ and search for supplies needed to create some more explosives you were over the moon, hoping it'll bring you two closer together again.

"y/n ans charlie, you two can go together to collect supplies." Marlene said pointing at the two of you. You smiled at Charlie, but he seemed disappointed "you're kidding right? You're putting him with me? Can't i go with Tommy or something?" Charlie pleaded. "What do you mean? Is working with me really that bad?" You ask, offended.

"stop, both of you. You're working together thats final." She ordered, then showing you the route on the map.

An hour later you and Charlie were outside the QZ, it was late and you still had a mile before the first rest stop. You decide asking Charlie about his reaction earlier might be a good idea. "Charlie." You begin.

"what do you want?" He replies with malice. "What the hell is your problem with me? We're supposed to be a couple but you're treating me like shit!"

"you ever thought maybe you're an annoying peice of shit and deserve to be treated like one?" Charlie says without hesitation. You go silent, confused why suddenly he hates your guts. But, you start thinking- he's always pushed limits with how he treats you, you were just blinded with love. You think back to a time where you were showering together, when he suddenly put his hand to your throat at first you laughed and thought he wanted to have a bit of fun. But then he applied some pressure, he just kept putting more and more pressure onto your throat until you couldn't breathe, when he pulled away he just left you in the bathroom with your neck already bruising.

Now you see why Tommy only ever speaks to him when hes been forced to work with him, tommy realised much earlier how he was treating you, he tried to warn you why didnt you do anything? Stupid, stupid, stupid, maybe you wouldn't have fallen in love with him and you wouldn't be in this situation.

You kept your mouth shut until you got the the first rest point, Charlie flopped onto a shitty old couch while you got to work setting up a fire and your sleeping bags.

"why do you have such a problem with me?" You finally ask. "Dunno you just piss me off, stop asking questions." He spits. "What? No! I want to know what i ever did to you to deserve treatment like this!" You start feeling extremely pissed off.

Charlie jolts up and walks towards you "Maybe it's all these God damn fucking questions you keep asking thats making me treat you this way! I don't want to have to be such a dick! You're making me be this way!" He screams at you, some of his spit getting on your face. The argument gets progressively more heated before Charlie seemingly snaps and hits you around the face and pushes you to the ground with a strong grip on your throat. You're gasping for air while clawing at his hands.

Get out of his grip and rip him to fucking shreds, you want to you know you want to. He'll kill you if you dont kill him! Show him that side of you only Tommy's seen!

That was it, you kicked Charlie's crotch with all your might causing him to scream and jolt backwards. You quickly scrambled to your feet and grab a metal pipe laying in a scrap pile next to you. All you see is red as you close in on him. Blood splatters onto your torso and face, soon you were seeing a sight you were familiar with. A person on the floor Infront of you with their face bashed in - unrecognisable. When you came to your senses you started to hyperventilate, what had you done, you killed Charlie.

Your only idea was to grab your gun put it to your chin and fire. Your gun was in your back pocket, you grab it and put it to your chin, your hand shaking, your breathing frantic and tears leaving your eyes. Do it. And you fired.

You were still alive? What the hell was going on? It all came to you as you felt you face and saw your own blood on your hand, and then a suddenly twang of pain on your face. You had missed, you had missed and the bullet just left a wound up your face. Fuck. Idiot how the hell do you miss your own head?!

You pack your stuff up leaving every peice of Charlie's belongings there and quickly went in the direction of the QZ, you thought if you run fast enough it'll still be dark when you get through.

A couple hours later you had made it through and into the QZ, the sun was rising as you entered you and Tommy's apartment. Joel was asleep on the couch, you coming through the door didnt wake him so he had clearly taken something to fall asleep. You woke Tommy though and as you were catching your breath against the door a frightened Tommy stood opposite to you.

"shit, y/n what the fuck happened." He asks with his face covered in worry. He took a few steps towards you. You can't even fucking trust yourself not to kill him, your best friend, you're deranged don't go near him. "Don't! Just don't! Stay there!" Tears started to escape from your eyes again when you couldn't catch your breath. You directed yourself to the sink and immediately washed your hands and face, you kept trying to catch your breath but ended up just vomiting into the sink letting all of the anxiety, regret and worry out. Only then were you able to gasp and catch your breath and you collapsed to the floor leaning against the cabinet behind you and your face in your hands. Don't act like you feel guilty, you enjoyed bashing his skull in.

Tommy approached you. "Can i come closer?" You only nodded and he sat next to you. "Can i ask? I was thinkin' if i know to i can help tell Marlene once you've slept." You sat there in silence for a moment longer. Why did you let him get closer? Who knows what you'll do.

"i killed him" you blurted out. "Who? Charlie?" You nodded. "He, hit me. He put his hands on my neck he tried to - " you quickly took a deep breath not wanting to freak yourself out again. "He try to kill you?" You nodded. Yeah thats right you killed him it's all your fault.

Tommy went silent before asking "are you worried Marlene is going to react bad?" You just nod again, worrying any words that come out are going to be accompanied with tears. "She wont, trust me y/n. She tends to be pretty reasonable and she damn well likes you I'll tell ya that." He reassured you. Hes lying to make you feel better, Marlene is going to hate you just like everyone else."Right." You finally say. "Well that slice on your face is pretty bad, let me see what i can do." Tommy grabbed the box of smuggled in first aid supplies and managed to give you a couple stitches and patch up most of it, though it was awkward with the direction the bullet went in. It meant the wound was deep and bleeding quite a bit and patching it up is awkward and difficult. "Sure is gonna leave a nasty scar." He mentions. "I know." You say simply. "Well you should rest up, wake me if you need anything. Please." "Alright Tommy." And with that you both went to bed, but you barely slept, all you saw was Charlie's bashed in skull.

The next day you explained to Marlene what happened, not letting a single emotion slip infront of her. Tommy was right, she was very reasonable and you appreciated it but she had to send Tommy and a newer firefly out to get the supplies you failed to get meaning you'd be alone in the apartment for at least a day. You'll figure out a way to keep your head occupied. It'll be okay, Marlene took the situation well and Tommy is only away for a day. Or you could try again.. do it right this time.

You wished tommy the best of luck as he set off with the younger man and then made your way back to your apartment flopping onto the couch.

Shit it was quiet. Occupying your head was going to be a bit more difficult than you thought. You got up and got onto your hands and knees pulling up a floor board, under it was smuggled medications and weapons but also some books. You'd managed to smuggle in some random books you must've read over a thousand times. You picked up a book that was written by love craft, you remember finding this one in a vintage bookstore you and tommy set up shop in one time on a supply run, the innards of the book made you chuckle so you let your wants get the best of you and took it. Reading that book for the first time it was so strange it really made you laugh, read that! It'll make you feel much better! Do it. Try again.

You let out a small chuckle as you put the floor board back and sat on the couch opening the book up. Once you'd settled in reading the book the door suddenly opened to show a pretty soggy Joel, you hadn't noticed that it was raining outside. Joel! Now you're not so lonely this will be nice! Make it a murder suicide, you hate him, you could kill him and then yourself!

"wheres Tommy?" He asks out of breath.

"out on a supply run, why? Something happen?" You ask getting worried but he just shakes his head. "No, im just getting old is all." He closes the door and walks over to the countertop to grab the cloth and attempt to dry off his hair. "The hell happened to your face?" He asks setting the cloth down. "Just dont ask, not in the mood." You reply still trying to read your book.

Joel went quiet and the room was filled with an awkward silence.

"y'know, five years ago... I tried to... Well." Joel finally says. You turn around to look at him. "Yeah?" "Yeah. I guess, it was a mix of everything I'd lost and... Not seeing any kind of future for myself in here." You felt a twang of anxiety, not used to the honestly joel was showing you. "Basically i know what you're goin' through" he finishes. "I, uh. Thanks joel." The room went silent again but this time more comfortable than the last. This is nice, he really seems to like you.

"what ya reading?" Joels asks you as he picks up the cloth again to try and dry off his clothes as well as possible. You get up and walk over placing the book on the counter top. "Lovecraft, found it in a vintage bookstore on a supply run with Tommy." You give him a smug look which he chuckles at. "You can borrow it if you want, not sure if you're a big reader, i sure wasn't but man it passes time." You push the book a bit closer to him, he accepts. "Alright, I'll try it out but if its bad im pinning it on you." You both laugh. Wow he's just incredible, he has a lovely smile and a lovely laugh.

For a second you forgot how much you hated him, you kind of felt a bit warm inside when talking to him. It felt almost like butterflies but, you'd feel to guilty to admit that to yourself you just killed your ex boyfriend it would be sick to move on just like that. Then plus, Joel isn't gay, he hated your guts before now so theres no real chance.

"i would've done the same." Joel says. "What do you mean?" You look at him confused. "I overheard a few things when you had that conversation with Tommy. I would've done the same."

You look at the ground, do you really want to have this conversation right now? "You dont have to say anythin' but just so you know, i think you did the right thing, noone who thinks treating a person they're meant to love like that is right deserves that and worse." He puts a hand on your shoulder making you shiver. You look at him, he had his usual cold stare but you could sort of see some kind of care behind his gaze it made you feel warm again and fuzzy.

You couldn't help pull him into an embrace which he reciprocated almost instantly, you can't imagine how touch starved he must be so this hug might've just been what both of you needed...

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A/n: ANOTHER long one sorry bout that, just would like to take my time with this series and make sure its pretty damn detailed. the last thing I'd ever want is for someone to read my work not knowing something is in it and accidentally getting triggered- so also if i have missed any warnings PLEASE tell me 🙇

Also tysm all of you for the support, was fully expecting part 1 to flop y'all got me giggling and kicking my feet fr 🤭 hope you enjoyed.

[drabbles-mc]

Best Bet

Horacio Carrillo & Connie Murphy

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Comfort: create a fanwork about a character getting exactly what they need from someone unexpected

Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of kidnapping

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Playing fast and loose with the word exactly but I had this idea and I couldn't just not follow through on it. So here we are. Enjoy!

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She stood there for a few seconds, eyes darting back and forth between the slip of paper that she held in one hand and the phone she held in the other. It was, ironically enough, the first time her hands had stopped shaking all day.

Javi said that he would call, or that he would show back up. At this point Connie would’ve settled for a goddamn smoke signal if it gave her some answers. And she trusted him. For the most part, at least. She believed that he would try, but she also knew enough to know that even when they tried their hardest, things didn’t always pan out the way that they wanted them to.

Which was why she had her laundry list of phone numbers that Steve had written down for her a long time ago. Names and numbers of people to call depending on whatever circumstance was unfolding. Connie hadn’t ever needed it before all of this. A few hours prior she still didn’t believe that she needed it as long as she had Javi. But the minutes kept ticking by, turning into hours, and she still had nothing to show for it. Nothing from Javi, nothing from Steve, nothing from anyone.

She scanned over all of the names for the umpteenth time. She read them all even though she’d decided upon the first read who exactly she was going to call. All of the numbers on the sheet in front of her were for emergencies—none of them were people that she would ever call just to chat. When Steve gave her the run-through on all of them, he reminded her of that. There was one number in particular, though, that was very much a, “In Case of Fire: Break Glass” number. Steve didn’t say it in so many words, but the look on his face said more than his mouth ever would.

There was no fire, but Steve had been kidnapped so Connie figured that that was close enough. So she dialed the number.

“What?” he answered, annoyance slicing through the phone clear as day.

Connie’s brows immediately drew together. She didn’t know if she was more confused or annoyed by the reaction. “Excuse me?”

Now it was his turn to sound confused. He hesitated for a moment. “Who is this?”

“It’s Connie.” She paused, and when she didn’t get a response, she said, “Murphy.” Another pause. “Steve’s—”

“I know,” he finally replied. Clearing his throat, he said, “He’s not here.”

She let out a dry laugh in contrast to the way his statement immediately made tears spring to the edges of her eyes. “I’m aware.”

“What do you need, Mrs. Murphy?”

She shook her head, fighting the urge to crumple the paper that she was holding. All the good it seemed to be doing her. “What do you think I need?”

He sighed, trying not to let the frustration smoldering in his chest over the one-way ticket to Spain that got thrown on his desk get taken out on her. “If I knew that—”

“How do you not know? Aren’t you,” she shook her head, tossing the slip of paper to the side, “aren’t you all supposed to be looking out for each other? What the hell are you all doing? Steve is your—”

“He’s not,” he stopped her short. Even before his reassignment, he probably would’ve made the same statement. It carried a little more truth with it now, though. He took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. Murphy.”

Connie felt her bottom lip starting to tremble. This was supposed to be her Hail Mary. “They…they took him.”

There was a long pause before Carrillo spoke up again. “What?”

“They took him.”

“When?”

“Earlier. He never made it home. His,” she tried to take a breath to collect herself, “his car was still there in front of the fucking garage.”

“Who knows?”

“Javi.” She paused. “You.”

“That’s it?” She dropped her head into her hand for a moment, not that Carrillo could see that she was doing. The pause was long enough to make him start to repeat himself. “Mrs. Murphy, does any—”

“Just you and Javi. That’s it.”

He sighed. “It’s better that way.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.” She started to pace. “It’s been—I haven’t heard anything.”

Carrillo didn’t have it in him to lie to her and tell her that no news was good news. There was no guarantee of that. No news was just no news for them, unfortunately. It might’ve meant that Javi was making progress and didn’t have the time to call, but it could have just as easily meant that Javi had gotten to the end of the rope and didn’t like what he’d found and was avoiding calling her. Given the stakes, Carrillo wasn’t sure which one was more likely. He did hope though, for the sake of her and for Javi, that the silence was prompted by the former instead of the latter.

“Peña will find him.” He stopped himself before adding on, “One way or another.”

“That’s what I thought when he left my apartment hours ago but now…now I don’t know. He said he was going to take care of this, but—”

“Then he will. If Peña said he was going to take care of it, he’ll take care of it.”

“Why didn’t he tell you?”

“What?”

“I know why Javi didn’t tell anyone else with the agency. Alarm bells and whatever the hell else his excuses were. But I know you…” she trailed off, realizing a few words too late that she was talking herself down a path she didn’t really have any right to go on. “I’ve heard. And I know that you three are your own team. So I don’t get why Javi wouldn’t tell you.”

“Because unlike you, Peña knows that they’re shipping me off before the day is out.” The silence on the line was suffocating. “There’s very little I can do to help you, Mrs. Murphy. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck.” The word came out quieter, sadder than she meant for it to.

There was nothing that Carrillo could do to change his own circumstances or hers at this point. He wished that there was, for either of them, but there wasn’t. He was running against a different clock than Steve was, but it left him unable to do anything other than try and figure out the right things to say to the woman on the other end of the line. It wasn’t his strong suit.

“Javier knows more than he will ever tell you, Mrs. Murphy,” he tried to choose his words carefully. “There are no guarantees in anything we do here but if you’re going to have someone looking for Steve, you want it to be Peña.”

She scoffed, not really meaning to. “Right.”

“I trust him,” he offered up. “I don’t know how much comfort that brings you, but I do. I trust Agent Peña. You should trust him too.”

Connie had the nagging suspicion that Carrillo always spoke with an air of finality. Even so, it was strangely comforting in the moment. Easy to believe. She’d let herself have that. “You sound so sure.”

“About that? Yes. The only other person who has your husband’s back more than Javier, is you, Mrs. Murphy.” He paused for a moment. “He’s your best bet.”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t—”

“It’s fine.” He didn’t want her apologies, not when she hadn’t done anything wrong. He also didn’t want her trying to soothe over the sting of his own situation, or even really bring it up at all. Clearing his throat, he said, “I hope you hear from him soon.”

Connie nodded, knowing that him could’ve just as easily been either of the men in question at that point. “Yeah, me too.”

[gojosatoruhumper]

I was left alone in my dorm for a month because my roommate going on a family vacation. It was already late and i was on my sofa watching some random movie, thinking about my friend Ethan. He was so fucking hot since the moment I saw him. Every night i think about him bending me over, and I couldn't wait anymore, I needed him. Suddenly, my phone ringing ended my daydreams bringing me back to reality as I pick up the phone. ''Who's this?'' I say getting up to get something to drink.

'Hello, Y/n'', I hear a deep voice on the other end of the line ''Ill ask again, who is this??'' I say getting a little scared ''Hm...Let's just say you will soon see who this'' the man says as I get more concerned. I was between my wall and a counter facing it, getting nervous, knowing Ghost Face was out to kill my friend's and me. ''Look behind you, my beautiful'' He says as I get even more scared. I slowly turn around to the fridge and see no one. ''Asshole there's no one behind me'' I say relieved but when I turn back around I see Ghost Face. I scream at the top of my lungs, ready to be stabbed to death. ''now there's someone in front of you, princess'' he says as a tear scrolls down my face shutting my eyes closed becoming paralyzed.

His face comes closer to my face ''oh don't cry now, or I slit your throat open'' he says as I open my eyes looking at him. He wasn't wearing any gloves, my expression changing as I start realizing it's Him, by his soft hands. He immediately notices that i have realized who he is. Still in shock the only think I could think right now that he is even hotter with his Ghost Face costume on, knowing he can slice me any second. He took off his mask slowly, as he did he shook his hair out, flashing me a smirk. that smirk sending me over the edge my cunt getting wetter by the second. He comes even closer knife to my throat, ''When I said that i will slit your throat I meant ill fuck it instead'' he says crashing his lips in to mine. I let out a moan feeling him leave a little slash on my throat, not a deep one. He also leaves that as an opportunity to shove his tongue down. He then takes my face in his hand ''You're desperate for this aren't you?'' he says slightly laughing at me. I shake my head up and down, ''Yes yes yes pleas-'' I get cut off by a slap on my cheek. ''Then get on your knees'' he says, his tone dark and hot. I get on my knees, undoing his belt, sliding it down with his boxers as soon as I undo it his cock springs out, hard. He holds his gown up with his one hand, revealing his toned torso. I looked at it and back at him ''It gets hot in this thing so I didn't wear a shirt'' he says shrugging.

I lick the tip slowly, feeling his other hand grab a hand full of my hair bringing my head all the way down. ''of fuck'' he moans ''I always wondered how your mouth would feel, I bet that cunt feels even better'' he says throwing his head back, mouth agape. He gripped my hair even harder, thrusting it back and forth on his cock. He got his head up, still slightly on his shoulder, bringing my head up to his face again, as he slams my head onto his head, sucking on your lips, pulling on your hair to reveal your still bleeding neck. He starts leaving hickeys on your neck, also licking some of your blood up. I moan not being able to stop it from coming out. ''you sound just like as I imagined it'' he says flipping me over, leaving me bending over the table face pressed up against the table. He takes his knife off the table, ripping my tank top and bra in half. He also took off my shorts and underwear off, slapping my ass. He throws the knife on the table grabbing my hair again while rubbing my clit. He leans over leaving bite marks and hickeys on my shoulders.

You're so pretty did you know that? I always wanted to stick something inside of you Y/N'' he says tracing the knife across my back. Suddenly he forces his cock inside of me as I loudly moan feeling the cold bloody knife on my skin. He thrusts in me so hard I didn't even feel him carving something on my back. ''You're mine, got it princess?'' he says as he carves ''Mine'' on my back. My only response was to moan. His cock buried deep inside of me and the chill blade was to much to take. He kept thrusting, slightly moaning. 'Daddy- ngh I'm so close to-'' I say as I get cut off by Ethan ''You're only cumming when I say you can''. He took my hair in his fist, smushing me harder to the table as more tears go down my face. ''Please ill do anythi-'' I get cut off again by another harsh slap on my ass. ''Ngh- you can- cum now'' Ethan says moaning as he releases his load into me at the same time as I squirt all over him. ''Good girl'' he says to me turning me back around. He looks at me with his smirk, leaning in to leave more hickeys on my neck. ''I would kill anyone for you'' he whispers in between kisses.

[5sosxqueen]

Luke Appendicitis

~Part 1~ , Part 2 >

I have been busy the past few days. I am trying to maintain the schedule, but it can be difficult. Apologies if it happens in the future. I'll try to do better.

I am also aware now of the inaccuracies of this story/part.

Warnings: graphic depictions of illness, vomiting, scat, blood, mentions of hospital

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Jan 26, 2018

Word Count: 1537

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 1:

Luke's POV:

     "Ash... Hey Ash..." I feel bad for trying to wake anyone up. It's only 1:46am, but I haven't been able to go to sleep due to some mild stomach cramps. It's not really that they hurt really bad because they are so dull. I just really want someone with me right now. "Ashhtoon..."

     "Mmm, what Luke... Go back to bed..." Ashton groaned as I woke him up from his beauty sleep.

     "I haven't been to sleep. I feel kind of poorly Ashy..." That woke him up.

     "Awe Luke, what's wrong?" He got up from his bunk and walked over to mine and sat on it. I instantaneously snuggled onto his lap when he leaned back into the wall.

     "My tummy hurts."I stated plainly.

     "Buddy, you're going to have to give me a little more information than that. Are you nauseous at all? Or does it just hurt?" Now that he mentioned it I did have a small ball of nausea starting to form in the pit of my stomach. I sighed.

     "Bit of both, although neither of them are bad at the moment. Can I have some water?" Ash smiled down at me.

     "Of course babe. How about I bring you some toast as well?" I hestatantly agreed, although putting food in my stomach wasn't my current idea of fun. Ashton sent into the kitchen and put the toast into the toaster before grabbing a water bottle and waiting for that dreaded, obnoxious, pop of the toaster. Once it did he placed them on a paper plate and came back over to me.

     "Thank you." I reluctantly took a small bite out of one of the slices of toast and smiled lightly up to Ashton.

     "Welcome." He said returning the small gesture. "So you said you haven't been to sleep yet. Has this pain been keeping you up all night." I nodded taking another few bites of the toast. I ate one piece before I felt entirely too full.

     "I'm done Ashy. Sorry." I pushed the plate away. I took a couple small sips of the water.

     "It's fine Luke it's just some bread, it's no big deal. So how long have you been having these cramps now? I mean it's about to be 2:10am." He looked at his phone mid sentence.

     "I believe it started around 7pm, but I'm not super sure of the time." I suddenly felt the need to use the bathroom, which was great, just one more problem added to the list. I sighed and sat up slowly raising myself up from the bunk. "I'll be back I have to go to the bathroom." I briskly walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I quickly pulled my pants down and let them pool at my ankles. As soon as I sat down my bowels began to release themselves. Eating even one slice of toast hadn't helped my stomach any. I felt worse, if anything. The pain in my stomach was quite worse and I felt kind of gaggy.

     I pulled the small bin next to me onto my lap just in case my stomach decided to reject the small amount of substance. Unfortunately, as soon as I did that my nausea skyrocketed and I found myself breathing heavily over the bin. My mouth started to water and I held my mouth open letting the salivia string and fall into the bin. I gagged and cocked my head to the side, trying everything not to be sick. I took deep breaths and rubbed my stomach, but neither seemed to be working. I gagged again, only this one leading to a wretch. I heard a semi panicked tapping on the bathroom door and Ashton asking he could come in. Before I could answer I wretched harshly. Ash took that as a yes, I suppose, because he was at my side in an instant. He rubbed my back as I gagged. I felt bile rushing up my throat and I tightened my grip onto the bin as I heaved up what little I consumed. "Damn Luke... Get it up bud, you're ok." Just then I saw the door crack open a bit at the corner of my eye.

     "Is he ok?" I heard Michael ask.

     "I mean, I think he will be, but he's pretty sick right now." Ash answered grimly.

     "Do you guys need any help?" I heaved again just after the question. "I'm opening the door." He popped his head in. I didn't really care about my best friends seeing me on the toilet, it's not like they haven't seen my junk before. "Man buddy, you've got it bad don't you?" I nodded slightly, still overly nauseous. "Hey Ash would you like to go back to sleep? I can watch him for a little while?" Ash looked over to me and I nodded. I did want to Ash, but I knew he needed sleep as well.

     I'm still breathing heavily over the bin. "Sorry I woke you up Michael. Please tell me I didn't wake up Calum as well." I said slightly out of breathe looking up and the nausea passed slightly.

     "No buddy, we woke up on our own." I put my head in my hands after placing the bin down and sighed. I knew he was just saying that to make me feel better. "And besides, even if you did wake us, it wouldn't have mattered because we would still take care of you."

     "But you still need sleep. No one else should be suffering along with me by staying up." Michael crouched down.

     "Luke we don't care if we get sleep or not. We truthfully I just want you to get better. Even if it means staying up all night." I nodded before quickly grimacing as sharp pain and nausea crept over my stomach. I was forced to grab the bin yet again. I didn't even have a chance to get it into my lap, before I was vomiting into it. Michael rubbed my back as I was sick. "You're ok Luke."

     I was in the bathroom for about 2  hours, before I got a break. Once I got a break most of my head back up. "Why does my stomach hurt so much?" I was in so much pain after throwing up for the 9th time. "This fucking hurts... Gaaaahhh Michael...mmm..." I screamed and cried as a bad cramp ripped through my stomach. Both Ashton and Calum ran into the room.

     "Luke, I need you to tell me where it hurts. I want to call Matt, and tell him to come here. We need to go to the hospital." My breathing was ragid and painful. Each breath was causing my stomach to feel like it was being torn open. I was whimpering shakily with each breath. "Luke! Hey buddy come on tell me. Point if you have to, but I need to know?" Pointed to the left side of my stomach and Ash suddenly had a look of confusion etched onto his face. "That's -but... The appendix is always on the right side... Hmmm. Luke lift up your shirt for me buddy." I lifted up my shirt carefully not as to not touch my stomach.

     "Mmmmm Ashyyyy.... It hurts.." Ashton's eyes grew wide with panic and Calum ran back in and told us Matt was on his way.

     "You see this redness and the swelling... That signifies appendicitis, but-" I bawled my heart out at hearing that. "Listen to my buddy it might not be, but we need to get you to the-"

     "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUCKING SHIT..... Owwwwwowowow." I was panicking as the pain in my gut escalated to a pain I couldn't imagine even in my wildest dreams.

     "Step on it Matt!!!" Calum yelled into the receiver of his phone as I continued to scream. I suddenly jerked forward slightly, bloody bile pouring out of my mouth. "Fuck Matt hurry!" He and Michael were crying now Ashton was the only one semi collected since he had an idea as to what was going on, but he was still mumbling something.

     Within 5 minutes Matt came running in. Matt scrambled to pick me up, being as gental as possible and everyone piled into the van, rather than his car. The hospital was only a 10 minute drive away, luckily, but we needed to get there as fast as humanly possible. "F-feel so sick A-Ashyy..." I leaned over the side of the seat and vomited. This time it was different.

     "Shit Matt blood... A lot of it... Hurry!!" Ash and Michael both yelled. I rolled back onto my back, knowing I would not be able to keep myself from falling forward any longer. I was coughing up more blood and it splattered onto my shirt, along with the blood and bile that was already on it. Everyone felt so helpless. If they moved me the wrong way it could cause me to pass out. I was honestly already on the verge of doing so without any help.

     "Luke, hey no keep your eyes open!" Michael yelled with tears in his eyes. I closed my eyes for a moment and the pain finally went away.

[thefanbasewhore]

I feel like no one writes for Hal & your writing is so good 💕 I have to request #64 with him. Hope schools going well!

summary: prompt no. 64 "I'll hurt whoever did this to you."

warnings: none

paring: Henry V (Hal) x female reader

a/n: i know! The lack of fics make me sad :( he's strong a strong character!! But thank you so much my love, only three more weeks and I'm on winter break ❤️ Also I am now doing tags for future Hal fics, if you would like to be tagged, here is my tag list, click me!!

Avoiding your husband is no easy task, despite the kingdom constantly need their king and noble men who pester him, he seems to always find a way to squeeze in a few minutes to gaze upon your cheeks, press a quick, meaningful kiss against your swollen lips.

Today was trying then most but you had manage to hide in the small crevices of the halls and many, many rooms that enter from the hallway. It was a small mark, barely a scratch but it cut your lip, down your chin. It's still red, acute with pain but you do your best to avoid it.

It was an accident, actually kind of embarrassing when you ask the nearest guard outside your room to help you out of the metal brush holder that somehow gotten stuck on the lace of your dress. It only took a few pulls to get off but not before it catches your lip and cuts a rather nasty slice against your face.

It was an accident but a husband like Hal is riled so easily, would blame the poor man who had only tried to help you. He would sentence him to death no doubt and that, you couldn't allow that.

Hal is growing frustrated, the staff had try to stay out of his way due to the growing annoyance. He knows he's being ignored, his little wife always so deviant, something he's grown to love but still manages to struggle with.

"Where is my wife?" The king had cut the speech of his Noble men short, he had asked hours ago of his wife whereabouts and for her presence to be prompt.

He clears his throat, folding the scroll under his arm. "Well, sire, the guards were unable to find her."

Those words only made him grow worrisome, without another word he lifts from the throne. It's hard not to miss the annoyance in every steps, the muscles of his jaw tense as he pulls at the annoying strings of his cloak.

The moment you heard the heavy steps you ran Infront of the door, holding it closed with body weight. A hand tries at the knob but it's useless.

"Petal," the voice is soft and gentle across the door, "It's me, let me in."

You try to think of a good excuse, you really do as you bite your lip in thought but quickly mutter the words, "I'm stark!"

The small chuckle from the other side makes your cheeks blaze hot as you press your forehead into the wall with embarrassment. "If you wish to scare me away, that is nor the way. You have been ignoring me, my love. Let me in."

You can do this, just tell him what happened, he won't be so angry if he's told it's an accident. Or so you thought.

The moment the door is opened, all the hopes of that seemed to dissipate. Slender fingers press against each side of your face, gently curling into the plush skin of your cheek as worry fills his brow.

"What is this from?" It look inflicted, he determines, like someone took a sharp object to your face to create harm. He uses his hands to move your head from side to side and address any other injuries. "I'll hurt whoever did this to you."

"Hal," you claim softly, he couldn't help but notice the drying blood against the tip of your chin where the ugly scratch puddled under the weight of his finger. It was purely accidental, he has not meant to cause more harm but the small hiss you let out makes him frown. "It was an accident, he didn't mean to do it."

"He?" Henry's brow raise with anger, the next words spoken with clenched teeth, "Who? Tell me, now."

Instead of answer you lean forward, two hands resting on each shoulder to calm his shaking figure. There is no reply to his question, instead you pinch his chin, and press a gentle kiss against his lips despite the small sting that follows afterwards.

The act was meant to calm him but fails miserably as he feels the split of your lip against his own. It's his turn now to apply pressure to your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. "You hid because of this?"

"It was an accident."

The king raises your eyes to meet the cold gaze of his own, "Accident or not, someone will pay for the marks on your face. Tell me, flower. Or I will find someone that will."

[riddlerxl]

It is always Nice to see you Says the man Behind the counter

PART 2

Pairing: Edward Nashton | the Riddler x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Word Count: 713

Warnings: brief implied mentions of murder and porn.

Summary: You frequent a certain diner that brings you comfort and a sense of routine within the unforgiving walls of Gotham city. All is well until someone new begins to invade said routine.

A/N: First time writing an Edward Nashton/Riddler x reader so forgive me if it is not the best! I expect this to be more of a series so this is just a little teaser. >:p also unedited currently so there may be some errors ;-;

1:34 AM, Monday morning.

The usual crowd washes out around 12 AM which leaves only a few stragglers left in the diner. Now only caffeine fiends are seen gulping down the stale brew of some generic coffee. The windows are painted by the constant downpour that plagues the city of Gotham.  All of the muted colors surrounding you bring an odd sense of comfort. This is the last spot in Gotham where you feel safe.

You decide to sit at a far corner table away from the door. Last thing you need is to become another name in the Gotham obituary. Sprawled across the table in front of you are notebooks, your laptop, Misery by Stephen King, and a half eaten slice of pecan pie. If it wasn’t for your semi-presentable appearance you’d be mistaken for a drifter. The reason you even step foot in this diner is due to the fact that your apartment has seen better days. Every single night there are screaming matches coming from the couple next door which develops into the sounds of near pornographic moans. If you could, you would move; however, you’re stuck in a twelve month lease.

A police car flies by, sirens blaring, causing you to snap out of whatever trance you were in. You look up to see that a new person has joined the late night crowd. A lanky man in a green bomber jacket. He was not a regular at this hour. You kept a mental note with nicknames for each and every person. This man was different. What you did not expect was to accidentally lock eyes with him. His gaze felt nauseating. You wonder how long he had noticed your staring.

Quickly, you avert your eyes back down to your laptop. The screen is black, reflecting a distorted image of yourself. Something about the man made your insides scream danger; nevertheless, you ignore it. Jamming your right index finger on the space key, the screen lights back up. It is only illuminated for a moment before an image of an empty battery flashes. You shut the laptop in closested frustration, moving to grab the book you had brought with.

1:34 AM, Monday Morning, two weeks later.

It appears that this man is now a part of the diner scenery. You two share glances every so often. His indirect company has caused you to abandon your table, moving to sit by the bar. Your clutter has been reduced to Misery and your laptop. While your attention rests upon the novel, you did not notice the mystery man bring out a book of his own.

When you needed to take a break from reading, you turned to him. The novel was Gerald’s Game by Stephen King. This piqued your interest. Maybe you had the wrong idea about him. Maybe all he needed was a friend. Hell, that’s what you needed in this depressing city.

“Isn’t it strange that King dedicated that book to his wife?” You start, clearing your throat.

He looks at you with confusion plaguing his face. The two of you stare at one another until he decides to speak up.

“Yes.” His voice is soft but laced with meager certainty. It cuts through the suffocating atmosphere with ethereal qualities.

“Well… you chose a good novel.” You add.

There was silence between the two of you. Both unsure of what to say next. The man stares at you with counterfeit innocence. Something felt perverse. You curse yourself out pensively for even saying a word to the man. You clear your throat and ask for your check. Maybe your serine safe space was just another dangerous spot haunted by the ghosts of Gotham.

“I recommend Zombie by Joyce Carol Oates if you want a story that is strange.” He offers, looking down at his own book. “Main character is based on Jeffrey Dahmer. The book is fiction; however, isn’t it sick to continue a mad man’s ‘legacy’ through the guise of a made up story?”

You nod in agreement. Maybe your space was safe. He’s just another book worm, albeit a little strange. But who in Gotham city was normal? Definitely not you.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Edward.” You catch a flash of excitement in his eyes, “I’m Edward.”

( PART 2 )

[storiesforallfandoms]

talent that runs in the family ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2128

request?: yes!

“Being rooks sister and substitute him while he recovers and slowly start to fall in love with colson”

description: she steps in to replace her brother when he is seriously injured and ends up gaining feelings for his friend

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Thanks so much for doing this (Y/N),” Rook said over the phone. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “But does Colson know that I’m...y’know...not a seasoned vet?”

“You’ll do fine.”

I refrained from reminding him that he didn’t actually answer my question.

After Rook’s accident left him out of commission for some time, he came to me to ask if I’d fill in for him. I jumped at the opportunity. Rook had taught me how to drum when I was young and, much like my big brother, it became a passion of mine. How could I turn down working with one of the biggest artists of the year, even if it were just for a short while?

Well, my nerves were definitely telling me I should’ve said no as I walked into soundcheck that day.

“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll call you after the soundcheck.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I tried not to focus on how big the venue we were playing in was as I made my way to the otherwise empty stage. I thought I was the first person to arrive until I heard someone calling my name.

“(Y/N), up here!”

I looked up to see the guys sat in a booth in the balcony. Colson was all but leaning over the railing, waving for me to join them. I had no idea how to get up there on my own, but luckily a security guard showed me the way.

The guys were eating pizza and drinking from plastic cups as if they were the ones attending the concert and not performing in it.

“Pre-show ritual,” Colson told me. “Especially when we have someone new joining the band. Sit! Have a slice!”

“Shouldn’t we be practicing?” I asked, but still sat with them. I didn’t want to completely mess up my first day.

“We have hours to practice,” one of the other guys I remembered as Slim said. “And we don’t really need to. We do this every night. A soundcheck is basically just to make sure everything is working tech wise.”

I just nodded, not wanting to point out that I hadn’t been doing this every night. I hoped that I’d have some time to figure out the songs before the shows.

Colson nudged me, bringing my attention to him. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great.”

I smiled at him, wishing I’d believe him.

After our small feast of pizza and beer in plastic glasses, we finally got to our soundcheck. I was so nervous that I kept messing up during the first song. My hands were shaking and I kept hitting the wrong drum by accident. My face was burning with embarrassment as I buried it in my hands and groaned.

Colson walked up to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I can get this, I know I can.”

“I know you can, too,” he said. “Just take a breath, relax. We’ll try again when you’re ready. And remember, it’s just drumming. Rook says you’re great at it.”

I smiled at him and nodded. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pictured myself back in my bedroom from my childhood, playing my drums super loud until my parents had to call out for me to keep it down.

When we started practicing again, it went off without a hitch. We did most of the setlist all the way through and did quick takes on the last few songs before our time was up.

I was proud of myself as the soundcheck came to an end. I was still nervous about performing during the actual show, but I felt confident enough in myself not to make too many noticeable mistakes when we actually had an audience that night.

I was walking to my car when I heard someone calling for me. I turned to see Colson running to catch up with me. Or rather he was taking long strides to catch up with me considering he was so tall.

“I told you you would do great!” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s like drumming runs in your blood or something.”

I chuckled. “That’s what mom and dad always said too, but neither one of them can keep a beat to save their lives and no one else in our immediate family plays either.”

“You and Rook are the start of a long line of drummers then I guess.”

I shrugged in response. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure what else to say. His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn’t want to pull away and make it seem like I didn’t enjoy the contact because I definitely was not complaining about it.

I guess Colson also realized that he was still touching me, though, because he pulled his arm away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you need a run to the hotel or anything?” he asked. “We have the tour bus.”

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks. I have my car, and besides I haven’t even checked into the hotel yet so I should probably go do that.”

“Oh, yeah you definitely should. Get some rest before the show, too. It’s a lot more physically demanding when it’s an actual show, even if you’re just sitting at a drum set the entire time. I’ll see you tonight then I guess.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to add, “What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

I looked at him, confused. “Uh...this I guess.”

I was wearing a hoodie and a pair baggy jeans and my most comfortable pair of sneakers.

Colson raised an eyebrow at my outfit before looking back up at me. “I mean, it’s definitely comfy, but I would recommend something a little less...well, just less. It’s going to be hot as fuck on that stage, especially with all the lights on you and shit.”

I nodded, taking note of this as I got into my car and internally panicked a little because I didn’t know if I even had anything to wear.

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A few hours later, after checking into my hotel room and promptly wrecking it by throwing my clothes everywhere, I was heading back down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. We were going to the show together, which would’ve been my first tour bus ride. I couldn’t lie, I was super stoked for it.

I was the last one to the lobby. All the guys were stood around, loudly talking to one another. You’d think they were just a normal group of guys and not a group about to play a sold out show in a massive arena.

Colson spotted me first. I smiled at waved at him. His eyes widened and his jaw basically dropped, which prompted all the guys to turn. Their reactions immediately matched his as they looked me up and down.

“Rook would kill you guys if he could see you right now,” I teased.

“Damn (Y/N),” Colson dared to say first. “You look...you look hot as fuck.”

I had decided on a loose muscle shirt with a bralette underneath since the shirt showed a little more than what I was used to, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and kept on the comfortable sneakers I had been wearing earlier that day.

I giggled. “Thanks, but again, Rook would kill you for saying that. Also, it’s not anything super attractive.”

“You got a nice body,” Baze pointed out. “Anything showing it off even a little is hot.”

I could feel my face burning as I waved their comments away. “Okay, enough with this. We have a show to get to.”

We boarded the tour bus and started towards the arena. The guys were distracted amongst one another again, completely forgetting about me and my “hot outfit”. Besides Colson, who had come to sit next to me on the couch while the rest of the guys were already drinking whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Do you guys always get drunk before your shows?” I asked.

“Not always. Usually we get high,” Colson responded.

“Now that I can get behind. I’ll probably be less afraid if I’m high.”

Colson held out the joint in his hand to me. I took it and took a quick puff, the smoke immediately burning my throat and lungs as I tried to inhale it. Colson laughed as I started to cough.

“I still say you have nothing to worry about,” he told me. “You’re gonna do great tonight. You can’t even really see or hear the audience with all the lights and the inner ear pieces.”

“That’s even worse cause then I’ll just imagine how big the audience is.”

He put a hand on my leg, something I assume was just instinct for him to do to comfort someone, but the minute he made the contact I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Colson quickly pulled his hand away and I wondered if he had felt that too.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking,” he said.

“You can if you want,” I assured him. “I wasn’t mad about it or anything.”

Colson looked at me and I realized how blue his eyes were. Rook had always made jokes about how Colson could seduce any woman with just his eyes because they were such baby blues, but I didn’t really believe him until the moment I was looking in them myself. Now I was lost, completely forgetting everyone around me as I felt myself moving closer towards him.

The bus jerked to a stop, causing Colson and I to nearly be thrown from our seats. The guys started off the bus first, running towards the entrance to the arena as I could hear the waiting fans screaming outside.

Colson stood and offered a hand to me. “It’s showtime.”

~~~~~~

After the first song went perfectly, I stopped feeling nervous. Colson was right, I couldn’t see the audience in front of me, but I could faintly hear their screams of excitement over my inner ear piece. It was weird to have it in and not only hear all of us playing, but also the crew talking backstage. It was almost distracting, but it became easy to tune them out.

During one of Colson’s talking points in the show, I reached for my water bottle to take a sip. Colson was hyping the audience up, which made me smile a little.

“Before we continue the show,” he said into his mic, “you guys may have noticed that we do not have our regular drummer tonight.”

I immediately knew what he was about to do and I wanted to hurtle my drumstick at him before he went there.

“As you’ve probably heard, Rook was in a bit of an accident and is off recovering for the time being,” he continued. “So, we decided to get some family to fill in for him for the time being. Everyone, I want to hear y’all make some noise for Rook’s little sister, (Y/N)!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Colson turned to me and waved for me to stand. I glared at him, which I hoped he could see, before standing and awkwardly smiling and waving at the audience.

“All the cool drum shit you guys have been hearing all night has been (Y/N),” Colson said as he started to approach me. “She’s a bad ass fucking drummer, and she’s a pretty fucking cool chick, too.”

I was confused where he was going with this as he came to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder the way he had earlier that day after soundcheck.

“Which is why, (Y/N), I gotta ask: will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Slight embarrassment was swelling somewhere inside of me at being asked out in such a public way, but that embarrassment was overshadowed by the fuzzy feeling of excitement inside of me. I looked up at Colson, my eyes wide and a smile on my lips.

 He lowered the mic so he could privately add, “I’m being serious. I wanna take you out on a real date. Just the two of us.”

My words were stuck in my throat, but I was able to nod in response. The smile on Colson’s face stretched so wide that I could’ve been convinced he was the one lighting the show.

“Okay,” he said, then lifted the mic to say to his audience, “Let’s get back to the show guys!”

[thetargaryenbride]

You Are Worth It [Levi x Reader]

Summary: You were ready to do anything for this man and if that meant defending him from your own comrades, then so be it.

Set before and during the No Regrets OVA

This is for @vennilavee  ‘s Writing Challange. I had fun writing~ 

This scenario is actually a part of my OC’s story BUT I decided to change it up a bit here and there and make it into a Levi x Reader instead. Enjoy!

Word Count: 7646

Warnings: Violence, Vulgarity, Profanity, some gore, some harassment

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Feedback is deeply appreciated~!

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The Underground.

It was a foul place – lawless – full of thugs, drunkards and creeps. Unfortunately, it was also the home of women who most of the time had no other choice but to sell themselves, it was the home of sick people who only wished to glimpse the sun, and it was the home of malnourished orphans who died like flies in the dirty streets. And nobody was doing anything to help those in need.

Nobody but you.

You remembered the first time you set foot in the Underground. You were just but a little girl, holding tightly your step-mother’s hand as she made her way through the muddy streets, not caring whether her dress would get dirtied. You smiled fondly at the memory. Your step-mother’s friend had lost the rights to her citizenship and was hurdled into the clutches of the Kingdom of Shadows, being forced to work as a prostitute. But the two women kept being friends and your step-mother frequently visited to bring her food. You went only once but it was more than enough to break the pretty picture you’ve imagined – of a place safely tucked below the Inner Walls, with glowing crystals and beautifully shaped stalagmites. It was a hellhole.

You still thought of yourself as a little, naïve girl. You blamed your parents’ coddling. You were supposed to be more aware of the real world as a teen and almost young adult. You wanted to know the truth and the horrors that accompanied each day. That was one of the reasons you also wanted to join the Survey Corps. But you had promised to yourself that you’d join after you face the hell that is the Underground and after you offer some help to those who need it. After all, how could you fight and protect people from the Titans, if you couldn’t even protect them from fellow humans?

“Listen now, little lady, I know that you wanna do some charity shit down here but we also have work to do instead of escorting you. Just because your father is the Deputy Commander-,” grumbled the Military Police soldier from behind you but you didn’t pay him any attention. Instead, your ears strained to hear another sound – a child crying. You hushed the soldier and before he had the chance to give you some scathing remark, you walked away from him and towards the sound. The alleys were too narrow and the repugnant smell of piss and alcohol was heavy in the air but you tried your best to ignore it and kept walking. Turning right, then left, you came to a dead end. And there it was – the child – crouching on the ground with his knees pressed to his chest and little hands rubbing at his eyes.

You approached slowly and knelt down, your gown puddling all around you, the light blue fabric immediately getting mudded and dirtied.

“It’s all right. I’m here. No one is going to hurt you. I got some food too,” you spoke gently as to not startle him as your hand took out an apple from your bag and handed it to the child. He looked at you with big eyes and you offered an encouraging smile. That smile fell off your face the second you heard the clicking of a gun right behind your head. It pressed against you roughly, almost ruining your perfect bun. The child simply stood up and ran away.

“Now, don’t move, pretty thing. We don’t want to accidentally blast your head, do we?” came in a man’s gravelly voice, sending shivers down your spine. You dared not move as you felt him getting closer, his breath tickling your neck. “Ya better get those money ready, lass," he hissed out and you willed your body to stop shaking. It was impossible. Were you going to go out like this? Murdered by some thugs? Were you going to rot in this very same alley? Before you got the chance to see the outside world?

There was a swooshing sound. You closed your eyes, anticipating the worst, but then strangled grunts and coughing was heard, making you snap your head in the direction of the sound. Your eyes widened as you saw the two men fall dead on the ground, clothes soaking with the crimson blood that leaked from their throats, some managing to drop onto your cheek. Your eyes focused on a third man who was cleaning his knife. He didn’t pay you attention as he pocketed it and turned his back on you, ready to walk away.

“W-wait!” you called out and he halted. Let me at least see your face. Let me at least learn your name. “You saved me… I-“ you stuttered out but he interrupted you roughly, turning around to look you in the eyes. He was the most handsome man you’ve laid eyes on. The pampered, powdered noble boys couldn’t hold a candle to his rugged looks and the aura he was giving off. He had raven hair, locks falling around his eyes, pale skin and sharp eyes the color of a stormy sky. His clothes were a little bit baggy but even like this you could tell his body was built nicely so you assumed that he was a thug as well. Speaking of clothes, his were way too clean and pristine for someone living in such a filthy place.

“Don’t waste your breath. Go back upstairs to your gold and fine porcelain. You don’t belong here,” he spat out and your eyebrows furrowed as you slowly stood up, coming face to face with him.

“I’m sorry but you can’t say where I do or do not belong to. Maybe I don’t really fancy the world you speak of,” you told him firmly and his gaze lingered on your for awhile.

“You’re a lunatic then,” were his last words before he walked away.

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You didn’t listen to the man. One bad experience and some rude words weren’t enough to convince you otherwise. In fact, that made you more stubborn and you soon found your way in the Underground once again. This time you carried a knife. Your grandfather had taught you how to throw them and you regretted not bringing one last time.

The day passed by in a blur. The heavy bag full of bread and left-over pastries from your family’s bakery was now empty and you were ready to head back home and take a long bath. But you stopped when you heard a commotion. You bit your lip. You didn’t want to risk getting caught up in something again. But your heart was beating faster and your body felt warmer the closer the sound got and you supposed that there was some supernatural force that was pulling you towards it. Soon enough, you found yourself in the midst of a brutal brawl. The same guy who saved you a few days ago was being ganged up on. He was surprisingly holding his ground, sending lethal punches and kicks his enemies’ way. But you should’ve known they would fight dirty as one of the members sneaked behind the guy and prepared to shoot him in the back.

Your body moved before you even ordered it to, hand grabbing the knife hidden in the pocket of your dress and throwing it. It embedded into the head of the thug and he fell. Everything stopped for awhile. You could see the two members of the group looking at you with both shock and rage. You could see the surprised expression on the guy’s face, his arm up in mid-punch. Then there was a bang and you felt a searing pain in your middle region. Your vision blurred and the last thing you saw was the guy who saved you pummel the remaining members of the gang to death and scream something at you.

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When your eyes fluttered open, they saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Your first instinct was to stand up and run but your body was too tired and the only thing you managed to do was shift and move your head.

“Finally awake?” came in a voice and you gasped as you saw the same guy. Had he saved you? What exactly happened in the first place? You wanted to ask him multiple questions but the one you settled on was:

“Are you all right?”

He shot you an incredulous look.

“You were the one who got shot, dumbass. Worry about yourself,” he grumbled, furrowing his brows and you let out a weak chuckle.

“You are right… You know, we’ve saved each other’s lives so many times already and yet I do not know your name.”

“It’s Levi,” he answered your silent question and you smiled as bright as you could.

“Nice to meet you, Levi! My name is Y/N! Y/F/N!”

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared at you, a spark of what seemed to be recognition, relief and even fondness could be seen deep within. He uncrossed his arms and walked out of the room. You counted the minutes awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers or clenching and unclenching the sheets, before you finally decided to sit up. It was a struggle. The bullet had got you in the upper stomach but apparently he had nursed you back to health. You noticed that your torso was neatly covered in clean bandages as the blankets slid down a bit, making you shiver at the bareness of your arms. You blushed at the thought of him seeing you like this but nothing could be done. And you didn’t care that much about dignity and nudity when it came down to saving lives – others’ or your own.

Your thoughts were interrupted when he walked in the room, carrying a plate with peeled and sliced apples. For a moment, he stood by the doorframe simply watching you, before he made his way towards you and sat on the corner of the bed, placing the plate on your lap and outstretching his other hand. Your eyes fell on what he was holding and you gasped as memories from years ago flooded you.  

The day when you had been so curious you had begged your step-mother to take you with her. She had agreed and you had made your way to the Underground. You had stuck close to her as she walked into what you now knew was a brothel.

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“Carol! It’s so good to see you!” exclaimed your step-mom and the other woman chuckled as she gave her a hug.

“You didn’t have to bring so much food again. I’m so grateful to have you.”

You smiled as you watched the two women converse but your attention was stolen by a figure in your periphery vision, making you completely turn around. It was a boy. He didn’t seem to be much older than you. He was wearing a ragged shirt that reached his knees and some worn out pants but his hair looked clean and neatly cut. He watched you shyly, interest sparkling in his eyes as he took in your appearance. He had probably never seen a noble in such a place. You smiled and waved at him and he mirrored you after his hesitation worn off. You took a few steps forward and smiled brightly at him.

“Hi, there! What is your name?”

“Levi,” he uttered and you put your hands on your hips. You probably looked ridiculous – a child with lots of baby fat, trying to look and give off a motherly aura.

“You are very thin, Levi. That just can’t do!” you exclaimed in disapproval as you reached into the bag of food your step-mom had brought, taking out a few apples and placing them in your white apron. You neared the boy and beckoned him to take them. “Here, take these! Dad always says that an apple a day keeps the doctor away!” you grinned.

He gulped and his hands trembled a bit when he took the fruits from you, eyes gazing into your own with such gratitude and respect. And because you were so focused on his features, you noticed some smudged dirt on his left cheek. You clicked your tongue as you grabbed a handkerchief from your pocket and proceeded to wipe his face since his arms were busy balancing the apples from falling out of his grip.

“You got some dirt here. It’s very important to stay clean, you know,” you told him gently and he nodded.

“My mother says the same,” he whispered and you smiled as you tucked your handkerchief in his pocket.

“Then you keep this and make sure to stay clean,” you smiled at him before your step-mom called you and you had to bid him goodbye.

“Wait!” he called out and you looked at him over your shoulder. “What’s your name?” he asked timidly and you grinned at him again.

“Y/N! Y/F/N! It was nice meeting you, Levi! I hope we can meet again!”

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But you never met him again. When next time your step-mom had returned from her visit and you had asked about the boy, she said he was nowhere to be found but there was a rumor that one of the women working there had passed away and her child had disappeared.

“We meet again,” you sent him a watery smile as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You didn’t know why, they just did. You never pegged yourself as an overly emotional person but life was a mysterious companion.

“Yeah,” drawled the man quietly and for the first time since you’ve met, that permanent frown was replaced by a small, soft smile.

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Since that fateful meeting, your visits to the Underground became more frequent. You didn’t only want to do charity but you wanted to visit Levi. He told you to not come back. That it was dangerous. But you didn’t listen. You wore simpler dresses – not the big, intricate gowns. You tied your hair in a simple ponytail or bun – not the stylish hairstyles screaming that their bearer was a noblewoman. You usually never wore jewelry with the exception of the earrings your step-mother had gifted you, but you took them off during your visits, trying to blend in the best way possible. Of course, you were a woman, therefore it was only natural to attract creeps. But you managed to deal with them. You just wanted to help children and see Levi. Was it that much to ask?

“Eeh! There is a body of water this huge? And full of salt!? I cannot believe it!” exclaimed Farlan.

“It’s true! It’s written in a book that’s been banned by the government! Why do you think they banned it if it wasn’t true!?” you shot back.

“So, you mean to tell us that there are also fields of sand and multicolored lights in the sky in North?”asked Levi while he was focusing on polishing his knife.

“I know it may sound too incredible to believe but I know it’s the truth! I just know it! And I’ll go beyond the walls and see it for myself!” you grinned enthusiastically and Levi’s eyes moved from the knife and onto your form, one eyebrow raised in both question and challenge.

“Hooh? And how are you going to do that? By going on lavishing balls in Mitras?”

“By joining the Survey Corps!” you declared and the silence became so heavy that you could cut it with a dull knife. And suddenly, all hell broke loose.

“What?! Are you insane!? You actually want to join them and go fight titans?!” shouted Farlan as he stood up from his chair and you mirrored him, crossing your arms.

“I’d pick the titans ten times over the political wars we’re waging in the capital and all the hypocrisy and backstabbing!”

“You’re gonna get eaten! Do you really want to face such a death?!”

Their shouting match was interrupted by Levi’s almost frighteningly low tone, making them sweat and gulp.

“Oi, brat... Tell me you’re not serious… Tell me you’re just…in a phase or something,” he said as he put the knife on the table, his attention now fully on you. You sighed as you slowly sat back down on the sofa, a sad smile gracing your features as you looked at the two men. You contemplated but in the end you decided that you had to tell them.

“I’ve been serious ever since I saw my mother get eaten years ago,” you confessed and their eyes widened.

“What?” stuttered out Farlan as he slumped back down on the chair.

“I haven’t told you, have I? I was…five when mom…snapped, for a lack of better word… She told me that she wanted to see the outside world and I… I was so excited!” you gripped the fabric of your dress so tight that your knuckles turned white. “We sneaked outside the walls and… I was saved just on time by a Survey Corps soldier… My mom on the other hand,” you uttered, biting the inside of your cheek until it bled. “Shiganshina will always be my hometown. I can’t stay in Mitras. I can’t! My place is not inside the walls.”

“I thought you were… noble,” murmured Farlan and you chuckled.

“That’s half the truth. My father IS the Deputy Commander of the Military Police. Even before that, he was rich and powerful, coming from a family full of soldiers and nobles. The most respected family… One day he met my mom in Shiganshina. He was already married at the time but… One thing led to another and…here I stand,” you explained. “He would send money but I never saw him until…that day,” you gulped but the pain and bad memories were replaced by determination and bravery.

“I’ll join the Survey Corps. I’ll see the outside world. And I swear to you, once I am capable, I’ll get you two citizenship. I won’t let you rot in here,” you stated firmly and the men could only stare at you with both concern and fondness.  

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In the end, you did exactly what you wanted. You joined the Survey Corps after graduating top of your class. At first you were placed in Ness’ squad but after your first expedition and after you showed incredible skills and potential, you were moved to Erwin’s squad. You proved how great of a strategist you were and you showed them your political skills when it came to dealing with the Royal Assembly. That gained you lots of respect from the higher ups within the Survey Corps. You also built a name for yourself as Humanity’s fastest because all fellow soldiers who’ve seen you fight, including veterans, have said that there was no one faster. You didn’t brag though.  

Now, a year later, you were a squad leader yourself and there were rumors that you would be promoted to Captain. You smiled at the thought. You pushed your body and mentality way over the limits to prove yourself worthy as fast and as efficient as possible in order to gain a title – to gain power – because thanks to that it would be easier to save them.

Just hang on for a bit more, Farlan, Levi. I’ll soon be able to get you out of that hole.

Flagon’s fist hit the table as he growled in irritation, interrupting your thought process.

“Quite frankly, this is humiliating!”

“I couldn’t agree more,” nodded another Section Commander by the name of Deckan Caddel. His demeanor seemed calm but his eyes were glinting with a murderous intent. You never liked him. Sure, he was great soldier. But he joined purely out of revenge and bloodlust – because his father was eaten. He didn’t care about protecting Humanity. In fact, he always had such disregard for people, especially those who weren’t from Wall Sina like himself.

“Are you honestly telling us, who have always held formality in high regard, to accept a bunch of criminals?”

You had half a mind to tell him to chill the fuck out but you bit your tongue. Flagon was a good guy beneath his prejudices.

After discussing the newly recruited members and the formation that Erwin suggested, the meeting was over and everyone left. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Deckan ogling you before he walked off. You narrowed your eyes but brushed it off as you made your way to the private quarters aligned with your office and prepared for bed. Tomorrow morning the said criminals would be introduced to the others and it will be decided in which squad they would be put on.

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You were…shocked. The criminals everyone were talking about were none other than Levi and Farlan accompanied by a younger girl. Your mind didn’t even comprehend Commander Shadis’ words or the trio’s introduction. You were too busy staring at them, still unable to process that they were here, donning the noble uniform of the Survey Corps. You gulped down the tears threatening to spill and patiently waited for the introduction to be over. While Flagon was busy with subtly expressing his disdain of the three being placed on his squad and sending sharp glances Erwin’s way, you finally managed to gather the strength to come closer and into their line of sight.

The moment Levi’s eyes clashed with yours, you felt like crying and running to embrace him. Your heart started beating faster and your body warmed up after feeling so cold for literal ages. You didn’t know how this man; why this man; had such an effect on you…but you loved it.

His eyes widened and he subtly elbowed Farlan whose attention shifted to where he was looking at. He wasn’t as subtle as Levi though and his reaction was quite open as he pretty much gawked at you. Both men’s eyes shone brightly with fondness and relief.

Even when everyone were dismissed and allowed to go back to their own business, you didn’t. You quietly followed after Flagon as he walked the new recruits to the barracks.

“You two men will sleep here,” you could hear Flagon instructing them from your place in the hallway. “You lot have been living in the dumps of the Underground but do try to keep this place clean,” your eyes widened comically and you almost choked on thin air. Just as you supposed, Levi’s outraged “huh?” followed right away and he neared Flagon threateningly, breaking his personal bubble.

“W-what’s with that look?” stuttered out the man and you decided to intervene before it had gotten out of control.

“Now, now, Flagon, you used to sleep in those barracks too. But you’ve probably forgotten that they always have been dirty,” came in your voice, making everyone’s heads snap to your direction. Farlan’s lips twitched in a smile but Levi’s face was composed. Flagon clicked his tongue.

“And what are you doing here, Y/L/N?” he asked with a sigh and you shrugged, fully entering the room.

“I just came here to make sure you don’t start a fire or something,” you shot back teasingly and he rolled his eyes before turning his back on everyone.

“I’ll leave you to it. And next time don’t try to approach a commanding officer with such attitude. Maybe Y/N will be able to teach you some manners,” snapped Flagon and Farlan tried to salute respectfully.

“Yes, sir!”

“Your hand’s upside-down! You begin training early tomorrow! I expect you to be punctual!”

The moment Flagon was out of sight and earshot you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself at the two men, hugging them tightly. Farlan was quick to return the embrace but Levi froze for awhile, hesitating, before he awkwardly patted your head as you sobbed.

“It’s you! I can’t believe it!” you pulled away and took a good look at them. “You seem healthy. I’m so happy to see you! I still can’t believe that it’s you who Erwin recruited. He must have seen incredible potential! We have so much to talk about-“ your rambling was interrupted by a coughing, making you face the redheaded girl.

“I think we haven’t officially met! My name’s Isabel Magnolia! Nice to meetcha!” grinned the girl and you smiled at her, shaking her hand.

“My name is Y/F/N. It’s pleasure meeting you! You are probably confused as to how we know one another but I’ll tell you everything!” you hooked your arm around hers and tugged her towards the door. “I’ll show you to the girls’ barracks and,” your gaze flickered to the boys, finding Levi’s and holding his for awhile. “I hope I’ll see you two shortly.”

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You had talked to Isabel until the late hours, telling her about your background, about how you met Levi and Farlan, about your life in the Training Corps and then as a soldier in the Survey Corps. There was so much to talk about and you really wanted to make friends with her since she seemed to be someone very important to Levi and Farlan.

The next day had rolled fast and before you knew it, everyone were up and about – training. The three newbies were to be evaluated today – their skills tested.  

Levi was walking amongst the horses, mind wandering off to the mission at hand. If he wanted it to be successful, he had to play by the Survey Corps rules and one of them was to learn how to ride. Isabel had no problem with it. She seemed to be natural. Then again she has always been an animal lover so he wasn’t surprised at how fast she grasped horse riding. Farlan had some troubles with the horse he had chosen, the mare too feisty for him to handle. And Levi? Well, he still hasn’t chosen one.

“I think she likes you,” came in your gentle tone and he sighed, grateful for the momentary distraction. You came to stand beside him and before he could ask, you pointed ahead, making him focus his vision onto the beautiful black mare that was intently staring at him.

“You know, it’s not only you choosing the horse. The horse has to choose you too,” you told him as you both approached the mare and Levi slowly outstretched his hand, allowing the animal to sniff him before licking it. He smiled when she nudged his hand, beckoning him to caress her.

“Her name is Danika. I raised her,” you smiled and he lifted his eyebrows. “And this is Astaroth. My partner,” you grinned as you pointed to the horse right next to Danika. He was the biggest horse Levi has seen amongst all Survey Corps horses and the only one with such unique coloration.

“He seems a bit…different than the rest,” he mused and you hummed in agreement.

“They had found him outside the walls a bit before I joined. When I tell you he was wild, I mean it. They hadn’t been able to tame him never mind how many times they tried. Then I came and tried. My way. And it worked. He became my partner since then. He’s the strongest and fastest horse in the SC history. Trust me, it’s not easy riding him into battle sometimes but I’ve grown used to it,” you explained and he huffed.

“It’s not only about growing used to it. You yourself are probably a great rider. A natural,” he commented and you shrugged.

“Maybe…Say, do you want to ride together?” you asked and he nodded.

“Sure.”

That’s how you found yourselves riding the horses deep into the forest and away from all the ruckus in the training grounds. You wanted Levi to truly feel and experience the riding and bond with his horse which took some time instead of immediately jumping onto the animal and rushing it into gallop like what most did. And while the silence was comforting, you decided to break it.

“One of the perks about being a part of the Survey Corps is that you get to live surrounded by nature. Just look at it. Look how beautiful and peaceful it is. Fields upon fields and forests upon forest. So much greenery and beauty,” you sighed dreamily and Levi hummed in agreement.

“It’s not bad.”

“At the same time if you get tired of the peace and quiet, you can just roam the halls of the castle or the training grounds and sink into the pleasant noise of soldiers chattering, laughing, eating and training together,” you smiled as you looked at the man. The green shadows the trees cast upon him and the flickering-through-the-trees light bathing him made him look so beautiful, so relaxed…so gentle. Then your thoughts wandered off to a place deeper and darker.

“I still can’t believe that you’re here. That you chose to join the Survey Corps… I’ll be honest with you. I don’t think you guys are ready to be soldiers. Not yet. You need so much training and the expedition is too soon and,” you realized you were rambling so you took a breath and exhaled slowly. “I just…I just feel like Erwin’s offer and your decision will bring some catastrophic consequences. I trust my intuition. It has never failed me.”

“A bit too late for that now,” huffed the man and you bit your lip.

“Why didn’t you wait a bit more for me? I’m sure you calculated almost three years in the Training Corps and then one or so more until I get a higher rank-“

“I thought you were dead,” he interrupted you with a soft, heavy tone that surprised you.

“Eh?”

“There were a few times when I would overhear the MP soldiers talking. They spoke of failed expeditions and death. They mentioned you too. Humanity’s Fastest, huh?” he shot you a wry smile and you blushed but held his gaze as he kept talking, the smile turning into frown. “Not long after, I heard them talking about a particularly nasty expedition that resulted in lots of death. That even you weren’t fast enough to escape.”

“Oh, Levi…It’s…It’s my fault for not finding a way to contact you. Trusting someone blindly and waiting for years is just…not possible or rational,” you looked away and squeezed your eyes, your grip on the reins tightening. Levi shook his head.

“I don’t blame you. It’s not like you could’ve come visit personally or sent letters. So you don’t blame yourself either, brat.”

The following weeks were a pure bliss. You spent all your free time with Levi, Farlan and Isabel, filling them in on everything that had happened throughout the years and helping them adjust to the world above.

But dread came. It came too soon for your liking – in the form of the 23rd Expedition.

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Your squad was mostly responsible for support and defense. Whenever someone shot a black or a purple signal, your squad was to go and assist the squad that had shot the flare.

That’s how you had clashed with Flagon’s squad and you had to combine your strength in order to kill the horde of titans that had appeared suddenly. It was overbearing and a member of your squad was nearly eaten by an abnormal. It was an aggressive abnormal, like nothing you’ve encountered before. Despite the warnings of your squadmates, you had jumped into action, slicing off its hand and entering its mouth in order to grab the girl’s ankle and haul her out. The tongue had been so slippery from the leaking saliva that you had slipped and half of your body had fallen into its mouth. When your arm ceased holding its mouth at bay, it clamped down – not hard enough to snap you in half but hard enough to cut into your meat. Levi had been the one to save you, slashing at the titan and then catching you as you fell once the monster had released you.

Now he was standing awkwardly to the side, fists gripping tightly the handles of the swords, yet shaking, as you were sitting on the ground, back leaning against your horse who had crouched down to serve as your pillar, with the female soldier you had saved wailing and fumbling with the bandages.

“Calm down, dear, it’s not that deep. I just need you to tie the bandages very hard, ok? Like you’re tying a corset,” you encouraged her weakly but her hands seemed to shake even more. Levi tsked as he grabbed them from her hands and shooed her away silently. He grabbed your arm and carefully helped you up, turning you so your back was facing him.

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“Wow, Levi, you sure know how to treat gunshot wounds,” you commented as you observed the way he had nursed your injury. It had been a few days since the incident and you were already able to move. The man shrugged.

“Used to it.”

“I have to return home. My family must be worried,” you muttered as you looked apologetically at him. “Do you think you can help me put on my dress? The corset is a pain and it still hurts when I stretch.”

“Tch, come here.”

“Ouch! That’s too tight!”

“Just bear with it.”

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He pulled sharply at the bandages, the sound of fabric rubbing harshly against fabric and skin almost sickening as well as the way your waist and belly seemed to become flatter and flatter due to the force and how tight he was tying the bandages around your abdomen. You kept silent. The only thing you allowed were small grunts of discomfort slipping through your lips.

“O-oi, isn’t that too much?” snapped Flagon but you shook your head.

“It’s better than bleeding out. Besides, I need to go to Erwin and the Commander,” you grunted and Flagon furrowed his eyebrows.

“Elaborate.”

“I don’t like this weather. I have a bad feeling about it. It wouldn’t be wise to keep fighting if it starts pouring. It wouldn’t be a problem for the titans but it will be a major hindrance if we cannot see clearly. I’ll go to the center and talk to the Commander,” you explained while Levi finally finished with bandaging you. Your eyes locked and you exchanged gratitude silently. His gaze stayed longer on your form, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concern before he got onto his horse.

“You do have a point. The weather will be very problematic but on the other hand, we cannot cut the expedition so soon. We just left the walls,” reasoned Flagon and you sighed as you climbed on Astaroth. When he felt you on top of him he finally rose to his legs.  

“We can go back and wait until the weather is better, then continue. We are not going to lose anything if we just wait for a bit in Shiganshina.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think that the Royal Assembly will be understanding regarding this matter. They are already up our asses, threatening to defund us at every turn. This will be a good opportunity for them to spit on us yet again,” he growled and you sighed. He had a point, but still…

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about the Royal Assembly. I can deal with them. But I won’t risk the lives of my soldiers and comrades,” you declared firmly and your squad smiled as they looked at you with love and admiration. You were a great leader and you were already thinking and behaving like a Captain. That’s why you were so deserving of this title.

“Let’s go,” you commanded and everyone turned their horses, ready to gallop towards the center.

“Y/N,” Flagon’s voice halted you and you half turned to face him. He had a solemn look on his face. “You can’t save everyone.”

“I can try.”

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Flagon had been right. So right about you not being able to save everyone. You realized that as you stared at Farlan’s body – bitten in half and lying in the mud with his intestines hanging. Or Isabel’s head at Levi’s feet. Flagon and his squad’s bodies were distorted and strewn throughout the field alongside their horses. It was a nightmarish sight to see. Even more so than usual. Who would have known that there would be more aggressive abnormals? You wanted to throw up right here and now but you were too focused on Levi. Levi whose raw, pain-filled, raging screams you had heard just a few minutes ago. Levi who was trying his hardest not to cry, yet his tears were still there mixed with the remnants of the rain droplets. Levi who screamed at Erwin, confessing that his true goal was to kill him before falling to his knees, seemingly giving up on life.

After Erwin spoke to him and left alongside his squad, Levi didn’t move from his position, eyes hidden behind his bangs, but you still knew that they were focused on Isabel’s head, probably flickering onto Farlan. Your squad members looked at you worriedly. You were too still and unresponding. They weren’t used to seeing you like this.

You gulped as you took a few hesitant steps forward, kneeling in the mud beside the broken man. The same man who you now, after this gruesome expedition that almost cost you your life, finally came to realize you held feelings for – feelings stronger than what someone would hold for a friend.

You gently took his bloodied hand and his eyes snapped to you when he finally lifted his head.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered as you sent him a small smile and he lowered his head again. Despite all, he allowed you to hold his hand and help him stand up and lead him to his horse.

The journey back to the walls was silent. Levi was to ride with your squad. You wanted to watch over him. You were at a total loss. You didn’t know what to expect from him. Therefore you didn’t know what would be the best way to comfort him. One thing was for sure. You had to be ready for him acting like a cold dick and trying to push you away. You supposed that with personality like his, that behavior was to be expected.

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And you had been completely wrong. He didn’t do anything like that. He didn’t push you away. He wasn’t cold. In fact, it was the total opposite. He accepted your comfort. He accepted your affection, albeit hesitantly. He allowed you to be near him and make him company. You didn’t talk much. Just being near one another was enough.

He thought that you were the only person he had left now. Like hell was he going to push you away. He wanted to be strong and go through this alone. He didn’t want to burden you with his pain. He knew you were suffering too. Yet deep down he bitterly admitted that he needed you to be there for him. He needed you to hold him. He needed your reassuring words and your company that soothed the aching throb in his soul.

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“Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?” you asked him one night as the two of you were seated on the rooftop, staring into the skies.

“I don’t know anymore,” he whispered.

“I do. I believe that this body is just a shell and when it crumbles, our soul leaves and finds another one, either on this world or on another. Just look at the sky! It’s so huge! And I’m sure that there is more behind it, the further you go. Worlds upon worlds,” you smiled breathlessly and he raised his eyebrows, looking at the stars intently, as if trying to see beyond them the worlds you were speaking of. “I like to believe that all my friends who die get reincarnated into a world beautiful and free of titans and get to live normal and happy lives. That’s why I think that there is a certain beauty and relief to death, even if it hurts so much.”

“It doesn’t sound half bad,” he breathed out and you gave him one of those warm smiles that poured light into his heart. The type of smiles that almost had him smile back.

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He was probably exaggerating but from now on, you truly were…

His everything.

He didn’t care about anyone else. Why should he? It’s not like they cared either. In fact, they kept calling him a criminal. They kept being rude and condescending, mocking him at every turn. Hange, Erwing and Mike were the only exceptions so far, willing to befriend him and actually putting an effort in doing so. And you of course. The rest of the higher ups kept quiet so he didn’t know how they felt about him. But out of all, there WAS one bastard that just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He always went overboard with his insults and disrespect that even some of the cadets who used to hate Levi thought it was barbaric and had a change of heart regarding the matters.

Yeah. His name?

Deckan Caddel.

But you? You were brilliant. Every time Deckan would insult Levi openly, you would jump in his defense and insult the bastard just as fiercely which would make him glare dangerously at you before storming out. Levi always berated you.

“Tch, I don’t want you getting in trouble, dumbass. It’s not worth it.”

But to you it was more than worth it. So you fought. You fought for Levi.

And everything was good until one night, after waking up from a particularly nasty nightmare, you had rushed out of the comforts of your personal quarters and down the hallways. You wanted to go all the way to the male barracks and seek Levi’s comfort but a figure had halted your journey, making you stumble and almost fall down the stairs if a large hand hadn’t grabbed your arm roughly, shoving you against the stone wall.

“And just where is the little slut going?” taunted Deckan and you wriggled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Let me go!”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Just who do you think you are, huh, little girl?” his voice sent shivers down your spine as his hands held your wrists so tight you swore you heard the bone crack. “I don’t care whether that sewer rat is your lover or your fuck buddy. You aren’t a Captain yet. So if you continue to oppose me and publically humiliate me just to defend him… I’ll make sure to break the life out of you, you hear me?” he growled as his knee slammed into your abdomen, causing you to groan in pain and cough out bits of blood. Said knee then slid down and came to rest between your legs, pressing onto your crotch and making your eyes widen in panic as your struggling became more fierce. “I’ll break you in every single way,” he drawled and his other hand went to grab your chin, squeezing it tightly. “And then I’ll make sure to suspend you from the Survey Corps,” he spat out and your eyes widened. “Or better yet. Now that I think about it, an accidental fall down the stairs might just do the job for me,” he smirked deviously and you gulped, anticipating his next crazy move.

Before any of you could do anything, a hand shot out from the darkness. It grabbed Deckan’s collar and harshly pulled, causing the man to steer off balance and lose his footing. You watched with a combination of relief and horror how everything happened as if in slow motion – him outstretching his hand in order to grab onto something, his body going further away from you before hitting the stone and proceeding to roll down. A thud was heard some seconds later, followed by a painful groan.

Then the sound of someone’s kick connecting with someone’s jaw echoed through the hallway, finally snapping you out of your stupor as you looked down to see Levi crouching down next to a beaten and bloody Deckan who was barely conscious.

“Touch her again and during the next expedition I’ll personally shove you into a titan’s mouth. I’m done with being silent and taking your shit, you filthy swine,” growled Levi and Deckan could only look in fear through his swollen eyes, barely nodding his head. Levi tsked before he climbed the stairs once again, taking your hand and quickly leading you into your office.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered as he closed and locked the door.

“So I should’ve let that mongrel push you down the stairs?” he spat out and you shook your head. “He deserved what he got. I don’t regret my decision.”

“No, but-“

“Don’t! Just…don’t…” yelled Levi before his voice settled into a pained groan, almost cracking as his head lowered letting the bangs cover his eyes, his body slouching against the door. You knew that look. The vulnerable look. “Please, don’t get hurt…not because of me,” he mumbled. “It’s not worth it.”

You frowned as you approached him. Without hesitation, you took his face into your hands and kissed his forehead before you settled his head onto your chest, arms engulfing his form.

“How many times do I have to say it? I’ll die for you if I have to. Because it is worth it. It is worth it if it’s for your sake,” you whispered into his ear as one hand went to stroke his hair and he relaxed in your embrace, sighing softly as his own arms went around your body, pulling you even closer.

“Live for me instead.”

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