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hoodharlow · 1 year

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That’s What They All Say

AN: this was originally a request @jackharlowsthings requested MANY months ago. it was supposed to be one shot but I decided to expand it into a mini series lmao also idk about strip clubs. I watched hustlers but I skipped around bc JLo was in every other scene so all depictions

Requested? by @jackharlowsthings that being said REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Warnings: slut-shaming, ICE, parent deportation, scammers, Jack being a dumbass

Word Count: 2.7k words

Jack rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

“No.” he said, pulling up to an empty gas pump at Costco.

“C’mon man.” Clay told his older brother.

“And have mom beat my ass for corrupting you? Hell the fuck no.” Jack said, grabbing his wallet from the cup holder. “I don’t even think they let people under twenty-one.”

“They will if Jack Harlow asks.” the younger of the Harlow brothers grinned mischievously.

“I’ll ask Urb.” he said, giving in.

Jack got out of his car and approached the pump’s card reader. He put his card information and grabbed the nozzle. He was almost run over by a light blue Honda Civic, zooming into the pump in front of him. He was ready to give the driver a piece of his mind, when he saw who came out of the car.

The one and only, Renata Herrera.

Jack’s high school crush.

They ran in different social circles, mostly knowing each other because they were in the same AP classes. Renata was more reserved and focused on academics, spending her time in the library reading or working on SAT prep. She was somewhat popular because she was in the school's dance team and track team. But her popularity did not compare to Jack’s.

He was one of the most popular people in school. He was that talkative but loveable guy in all honors and AP classes that somehow passed tests without trying. But because of that teachers would sit him with Renata because she was the quiet student that teachers hoped would make Jack stop talking. It never worked. In fact it made him more talkative since she would ignore him and he was desperate for her attention.

Jack never expected to ever see her after graduation. She was their class's valedictorian and had a full ride to Stanford for track. Her event in track was the pole vault. She won state three times for it. Her senior superlative was 'Most likely to be at the Olympics' because she was that good at pole vaulting. She was set for life.

Even her parents' Mexican restaurant was shut down a few months after graduation. He was visiting home for a weekend and wanted to go eat there because really likes the red enchiladas from there. He was caught off guard when he saw that it was becoming a Starbucks. He assumed her family ended up moving to California to be close to her.

Jack glanced over to her. She looked good, grown up. Granted it was four years since they saw each other, but still she was stunning. She was in a grey sweatpants and hoodie set with a black coat over it. She was busy typing on her phone. He knew it was his chance to talk to her.

"I know that's not who I think it is." He said, making his way to her.

Renata looked up at him, a bit startled. She stared at him for a few seconds waiting for it to register. "Jack?"

"The one and only." He grinned, opening his arms.

"Oh my, hi!" She said, giving him a quick hug. "I almost didn't recognize you."

She did recognize him. He was Jack Harlow, for fucks sake. He was well known in Louisville for being able to make a name for himself. Renata was just processing that he remembered her after so many years.

Her pump dinged that it was full. She went over and removed the nozzle from her car. She took the receipt and shoved it in her coat's pocket.

"It was nice seeing you, Jack." She smiled.

"Wait," he reached for her hand. "Tonight my album is coming out. My team is throwing a small gathering. I'm having some of my closest friends there. You should come so we can catch up."

"I wish I could, but I work night shifts." Renata said apologetically.

"Let me get your number then." He pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna be here for a while, we can catch up some other time."

"Um…yeah, okay." She nodded. She took his phone and typed her number. "Here."

"Aight, I'll hit you up later." Jack nodded.

"Bye, Jack." She said before getting in her car.

Jack turned back and removed the nozzle from his car. He took the receipt and tossed it in the trash bin. He got in the car.

"Who was that?" Clay asked. He watched how his older brother approached the woman and got her number in a span of five minutes. "She's hot as fuck."

"Ren Herrera, we went to high school with us." Jack said, driving out of the gas station. "Her parents owned the place with the bomb enchiladas."

"Oh," the younger Harlow nodded. "I miss that place. They had really good food."

Jack nodded in agreement. When they got to their parents' house, they went to their respective rooms and rested because they had a long night ahead of them. Jack's debut album was being released at midnight and his team was hosting a get together with some label executives and friends and family. After that he and his close friends were going to go to a strip club called Club Mystique for a small after party between the guys.

He scrolled through the people he followed on Instagram, trying to see if he followed Renata. She wasn't there. Jack went on the search bar and typed her name. She popped immediately. She was private so he requested to follow her. He read her bio. Under her name was 'UofL 2020'. Jack frowned. Why would she have the University of Louisville in her bio when she was at Stanford. Unless she graduated two years early and was in grad school. That wouldn't surprise him, in high school she was dual enrolled at a community college so she could get college credits. Seconds later she accepted his request.

Jack set his phone down on his desk and rubbed his hands together, thinking of the perfect message to use so he could slide in her dms.

“What's the move after this?” a girl that wouldn’t leave Jack’s side asked.

Jack had no idea who she was. She was friends with someone who was friends with someone else who was friends with one of the guys from PG. She somehow sneaked into the VIP area that was reserved for him and his friends. The whole night she acted like she was friends with people, eventually getting a seat next to Jack.

“You know who I ran into earlier.” Jack asked the guys, turning away so the girl couldn’t join in the conversation.

“Who?” Urban nodded his head as he passed a blunt around.

“Ren Herrera.” he said.

“Oh my god, she’s such a fucking slut.” the random girl said, getting everyone's attention, even Jack’s. “She fucked my boyfriend at her job. I’m not surprised because sluts like her work at places like that but still you would think someone like her would have some self respect.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Urban asked, taking his blunt from her. “No one knows who the fuck you are. Please don’t fucking insert yourself in a conversation that wasn’t directed to you.”

She turned a bright red and grabbed her purse, pushing everyone out of the way as she left.

“We should get going. Your party is at eleven.” one of his friends told Jack.

“Yeah, let me say goodbye to some people then we’ll head out,” he said.

He made his way to his team and let them know that he and his friends were leaving. They knew about the small after party at Club Mystique he was having with his friends. They even sent out NDAs for the dancers and the other staff to sign earlier.

The club was in full motion when Jack and his friends entered. There were several dancers dancing on individual poles while there was a mainstage with about six dancers performing to ‘Buttons’ by the Pussycat Dolls played as people threw money at them. There were two bars on either end of the clubs with servers in white tube tops and lilac booty shorts bringing out drinks to the consumers.

A hostess led them upstairs to their private rooms where they had bottle service and several dancers ready to entertain them. They had the guys hand over their phones because the club had a very strict no phones policy for the safety of the staff. One of them explained that a few years back one of the bottle girls was exposed for working there and apparently her family was well known at one of the catholic churches and a lot of deacons would show up to the club to harass her.

“Which one of you is Jack?” one of the dancers asked the guys.

“Uh, that would be me.” Jack said, awkwardly raising his hand.

“Okay follow me, your friends got you a special treat.” she said, opening the door for him.

Jack looked at his friends but they divided and conquered. Some of them were taking body shots while others were throwing money at some of the dancers. Before he exited the room he motioned Urban to keep an eye on Clay.

He made small talk with the dancer that was leading him to his private room. They were very friendly and reassured him that he was going to be well taken care of. The room was a smaller version of the mainstage with a runaway leading to a pole in front of a lone chair.

Jack sat on it and pulled out his phone to see if Renata texted him back. After he successfully slid in her dms, they agreed to meet up for coffee in a few days when she had a day off. They spent the entire evening texting each other until it was time for Renata to go to work. She let him know that she wouldn't be able to reply as quickly because she was running all over at work but she would try to answer him when she could.

The beginning of Dua Lipa’s ‘Love Again’ began to play and the dancer appeared. She had her back to him. She wore red leather fringed chaps with a matching fringed cropped vest. Under her chaps the dancer’s ass was exposed barely being covered by a pair of black high-rise Brazilian panties. On top of her head was a black leather cowgirl hat.

The dancer lifted her arms in the arm, slowly swaying her hips. Jack was instantly mesmerized. She moved so gracefully yet erotically. He couldn’t see her face since her hat was covering her face and because the room was very dim and most of the light was directly on the pole. The dancer dropped to her knees and rolled her hips as if she was riding a mechanical bull.

Jack sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. He was absolutely blown away by her. He watched her as she gave him her back once more and tossed her hat in the. She repeated the same hip rolls this time giving Jack a spectacular view of her ass. She crawled backwards until she reached the pole. She stood up, still with her back to him, and removed her vest, tossing it to the side. She held onto the pole and slowly spun until she was face to face with him.

Renata screamed and lost balance. She fell to her knees, scrambling to cover herself. Jack handed her her vest. She snatched it from him.

“Is this some fucked up joke?” she asked him. “Why are you here? At my fucking job.”

“Honest, I had no idea you worked here.” Jack said truthfully. Had he known he’d be there daily.

“Bullshit! That’s what they all say.” she yelled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Hey, that’s the name of my album.” he said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh fuck off.'' She got up and wiped her tears.

“Ren,” Jack reached for her arm.

“Hands off the dancer.” a security guard said. He was across the hallway when he heard her scream and ran to her.

Jack lifted his arms in surrender and took a step back.

Renata took one last glance at him before going backstage. She broke into sobs and slid down onto the ground. She hugged her knees crying even harder. She never felt so humiliated in her life. Of all the people to show up to Club Mystique, Jack had to show up.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Tania, one of the other dancers, asked her softly.

“He was here.” Renata cried.

“Who?”

“I thought he was different. I feel so stupid.” she sobbed into her hands.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Tania rubbed her back. She figured it was the guy Renata ran into earlier before she came to rehearsal.

Some of the dancers came over and comforted Renata. Even their boss took pity on her and told her to take the rest of the night off.

Renata quickly changed out of her costume into sweatpants and her giant hoodie. Reggie, one of the bouncers, escorted her to her car. When she first started working at Club Mystique, chaos ensued and all the workers were to be escorted to their cars porque nunca se sabe.

She arrived at her one bedroom apartment and hugged her giant pillow. She burst into tears once more. She looked over to her nightstand to the single picture she had of her family. It made her cry even harder.

The last time she felt humiliated was when her parents found out she shut down the restaurant and began working as a bottle girl at Club Mystique. They got deported a few weeks after she turned eighteen. She rescinded her full ride to Stanford and stayed in Louisville. She had four younger siblings to take care of and a restaurant to run. It was all too much for her. She was desperate to get her parents back.

She found some immigration lawyer in one of the ad magazines the restaurant would have for free. She called him and made an appointment to meet up with him. He gave her false hopes, tricking her into giving him all her family’s savings to do some paperwork to bring them back. It wasn’t until a month later that she realized she was scammed.

Expenses started piling up. She had take a semester off at the University of Louisville to figure out how she was going to pay rent, bills, buy groceries, pay rent for the restaurant, pay its bills, pay the few workers that were left, and on top of that she send her parents money because they had to start fresh in Mexico. When she started spring semester she found out her financial aid was being withheld with all the moving around. She had to come up with $13,000 to be able to enroll. Her barista job wasn’t enough for all of that. Her siblings were still too young to start working so it all fell on her.

She was walking to work when she saw the help wanted sign at Club Mystique. They initially turned her down since she was freshly eighteen and because workers at establishments that sold alcohol needed to be twenty-one. She begged them to hire her and explained what happened to her parents and how she needed to take care of her siblings. Her boss gave in and hired her.

Renata was efficient at her job and she made enough in tips to pay bills and send her parents money. What she needed money for was for tuition and extra things like buying things she and her siblings needed.

One night she covered for one the dancers in a group number. She knew the choreography from watching them all rehearse during the afternoons. From then on Renata would do group numbers and the occasional private dance. There were some patrons that tipped extra well for private dances.

A year had passed until her parents found out worked at the strip club through one of the church’s deacons, though they didn’t question why a man that was devoted to god and his family was at the club in the first place. They were embarrassed of her because she tainted the family’s reputation in the church. They disowned her and demanded she send her siblings to Mexico. The last time she was in contact with her family was in late 2017 when she dropped off her siblings in Matamoros after flying from Louisville to Brownsville, Texas.

Renata sighed and rolled on her back. She thought back to Jack. If she knew that afternoon that her night would end like this, she wouldn’t have gone to Costco to get gas.

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bjfinn · 29 days

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RAMPAGE

"I meant what I said," Beej told Lydia. "I'll find a way to bring your mom back. Nothing will stop me," he added, his eyes glowing with demonic fire.

"Beej, no," Lydia said. "Let it go -- it's okay. I'm okay." She smiled through her tears. "I got to have one last Mother's Day with my mom -- that's more than anyone else gets."

The demon shook his head. "No! That's not good enough!"

"BJ --" Delia began, but he was already gone.

*****

"BJ!" Tina exclaimed as her office door burst open and her friend stormed in. "What is wr--"

"Where is she?" he demanded, smoky black tendrils writhing through his scarlet hair, his eyes blood-red.

"Where is who?"

"Lydia's mom -- Emily Deetz! She came back Topside! She was alive again! And then she died again!"

Tina nodded. "Yo sé," she replied. "I am so sorry, mi amigo -- it was a clerical error that never should have happened."

"But it did happen!" he growled. "And now my family has to grieve for her all over again! Why??? It's not right!"

"I agree, it is such a shame. But --"

"I wanna know who fucked up -- I wanna know who's responsible for doing this!"

"I promise you that I will find out what hap--"

"NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!" he roared, and stormed out of her office.

"Beej!" she called, racing after him.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKED UP???" he roared. The dozen people presently working in the Netherworld's Processing Department looked up in shock, the sound of their typing falling silent. "WELL??? "

"Beej, please -- calm down," Tina said.

A slim, bespectacled young man gulped and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Beej turned to him, his gaze predatory. "Was it you??? "

"N-n-no," the young clerk stammered. "No, I swear -- i-it wasn't me!"

Beej strode over to the man, grabbed his tie and lifted him to his feet. "What's your name?" he asked, sniffing him like a dog inspecting a piece of meat.

"J-J-Jared."

"J-J-Jared," Beej mocked. "How did you die, J-J-Jared?"

"I ... I took some pills. A lot of pills."

"Well, J-J-Jared," Beej said affably, releasing him and straightening his tie, "if you didn't do this, then who did? Who's responsible for the 'clerical error' that brought my BFFFF's mom back from the grave, only for her to die again? Hmmmm? "

"I ... I don't know -- I'm new here." He swallowed nervously. "I-it's my first day."

Beej laughed heartily at that. "It's his first day!" he said to the others, grinning broadly. He placed a hand on Jared's shoulder and gently pushed him back down to sit on his chair. "Welcome to Hell, Jared."

"Beej --" Tina said firmly.

"You!" the demon said, pointing at a middle-aged man with a gunshot wound in his throat and a gaping exit wound in the back of his head. "Stand up!"

The man pointed to himself, a surprised expression on his face.

"No, the guy behind you," Beej said. "Yeah, you, dumbass! Get up!"

The guy scrambled to his feet as Beej approached.

"Name," the demon barked.

In reply, the man pointed to his nametag.

Beej peered at it intently. "Gee-or-gee," he sounded out.

"It's George," Tina said helpfully.

"I know that, Tina! Okay, Gee-or-gee -- how'd you off yourself?"

George gave him a look that clearly meant You're kidding, right?

"Oh, yeah. Right," the demon chuckled. "My bad. Anyway. Did you do it, George?"

George shook his head.

"Beej, I have people looking into this -- believe me."

"I know you do, Tina. But my way's quicker." He looked around at the department staff, arms akimbo. "Okay, listen up! I'm gonna count to five, and then whoever's responsible will raise their hand -- otherwise things are gonna get messy. One ..."

"Beej --"

"... two ..."

"Don't do this, please!"

" ... three-four-five!" He raised a threatening hand, but Tina grabbed hold of his wrist.

"No!" she said, in a voice that brooked no argument. "You will not do this!" She pushed his hand down roughly. "This is my department, and I will handle this my way -- ¿entiendes?"

Beej scowled. "Then handle it! Meanwhile, I'm gonna get Emily back!" And he stomped out of the department.

*****

Outside on the dimly lit street, Beej took a deep breath and leaned heavily against the building. He had no idea what to do. He knew that Tina was doing her best to get to the bottom of things, but he'd spent enough time in the Processing Department to know that it'd be a very long time before she could tell him anything.

Meanwhile, Lydia and her family -- his family -- were hurting.

He started walking -- maybe an idea would come to him.

His footsteps rang against the cobblestones, a sharp counterpoint to the dull, squelching, roaring background noise of the Netherworld. Every now and then, something skittered away from him to hide in the shadows as he passed, but he ignored them -- he was used to the vermin.

As he trudged along in the eternal twilight, he realised that there seemed to be a pattern in the background noise -- one he'd never noticed before. He stopped and stood silently, tilting his head from side to side, trying to figure out what he was hearing.

The answers you seek can never be found ...

Beej turned around slowly, trying to locate the speaker. "Where are you?" he asked quietly. "Who are you? Do you know why Emily came back?"

You will never find what you look for...

"I don't believe you -- I need to make things right!" He sat down on the ground, his head in his hands. "I need to bring her back. Lydia needs her mom." He began to weep softly.

It is not allowed ...

"I KNOW THAT!!!" he roared, leaping to his feet. "I'm not the one who fucked up! But somebody fucked up, and now my family is hurting! I'm gonna find Emily, and I'm gonna bring her back to them -- and you can't stop me!"

The order of the universe must be maintained ...

"BULLSHIT!!! ENTROPY INCREASES!!! EVERYTHING TURNS TO SHIT!!! ORDER IS AN ILLUSION!!!"

Entropy is the order of the universe. Death is eternal -- what is dead cannot be returned to life. That is the order of things ...

Beej snarled loudly. "She came back once ..."

A glitch. An error that has been corrected. Order has been restored ...

"Who are you, anyway?" Beej asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why should I believe you, when I don't even know who -- or what -- you are?" He paused. "Are ... are you God? "

God is a construct ...

The demon shook his head. "I don't understand."

Understanding is irrelevant ...

"You still haven't answered my question -- who are you?"

I am all that is. All that is, is me ...

Beej scowled. "Stop wasting my time! If you're not gonna help me, then leave me alone!"

He felt the voice fall away from him, acceeding to his demand. He looked around, not sure if the voice was really gone -- but eventually, he accepted that he was indeed alone again, and he continued to wend his way through the darkness.

He still couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary had just happened, though. He'd never heard such a voice before -- not once in his whole unlife. Why had it spoken to him? What was its motivation? It obviously didn't want to help him -- maybe, in fairness, it couldn't. But why try to dissuade him from looking for answers? Had it been trying to protect him? Why would the voice care about him? He was a low-level demon -- a nobody, a loser. An outcast.

Except for Tina, and Adam and Babs, the only people who cared about him were breathers -- Lydia and her family, Dewey and Roz, Alex ... Nobody else gave a shit about him.

You are more powerful than you know ...

"What do you mean?"

But the voice was silent.

"Hmmfph!" Beej grunted, annoyed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath (one ... two ... three ... four), held it for a count of seven and then released it while counting silently to eight. A breath-control technique Delia had taught him.

His eyes teared up at the thought of his adoptive mom -- his real mom. "I love you," he said quietly, sending the sentiment Topside. "I love all of you."

"Awww, how sweet."

Beej turned around. Before him stood a hulking, crimson-skinned demon with a pair of long, curved black horns on his head. He had four arms and hooves instead of feet, and curved tusks jutted from his mouth. A rakshasa.

"Fuck off," Beej said. "I'm not in the mood."

"Hey, I'm not looking for trouble," the rakshasa said, raising his four hands in a placating gesture. "I think it's sweet that you got somebody to love, that's all." He smiled.

Beej frowned. "Okay, so whaddya want?"

"I know who you are and what you're looking for," came the reply. "I know someone who might be able to help."

"Yeah? What's in it for you?"

The rakshasa shrugged. "Maybe you could pull some strings, get me a decent job -- nothing much. I mean, you know people, right? Being Juno's son and all."

"Juno's gone -- I destroyed her."

The Raksha nodded. "I know -- but you got some clout down here."

Beej laughed. "Boy, have you got that wrong! I'm nobody."

"Maybe," the rakshasa said, "but you still have connections."

"So do you, apparently," Beej countered. "Whaddya need me for?"

"Like I said, I want a job. The Processing Department is under new management, right?"

"Processing's only for suicides." Beej thought a moment. "But maybe Tina could put in a good word for you with somebody else."

"Great!" the rakshasa said, grinning.

"But you gotta put your money where you're mouth is first, pal!"

"Yeah, sure -- I'll take you there right now, if you want."

"Lead the way," Beej said. "But if you're screwing with me I'll eat your liver."

*****

The rakshasa, whose name was Arjit, led Beej to a house with a door that had a heavy iron bar across it. Arjit knocked twice, then once, then twice more, and a small eye-level peephole opened.

"I've brought one who seeks answers," he said.

The peephole shut, and then the iron bar lifted up from the latches and the door swung open. Arjit motioned for Beej to enter, following him inside.

"You seek to return one who is dead to the World of the Living," a voice said from the ornate chair facing the entrance.

It wasn't the same voice as before, Beej noted, and sighed in relief -- that voice hadn't been any help. "Yeah," he said. "Who are you?"

In reply, a figure rose from the chair. Tall and thin, cloaked in a yellow robe chased with gold and crimson, the face shadowed by the hood. "I am known as the King in Yellow."

"King, huh?" Beej said. "Well, lah-di-dah. Do I hafta kiss your ring, or something?"

The King laughed gently. "I should have you torn asunder for your impertinence, but I find it refreshing. No one else has ever had such temerity in my presence, son of Juno."

"You know who I am?"

The figure nodded solemnly. "I do. It is why I have granted you an audience -- even though I cannot grant your request."

Beej opened his mouth to object, but the King raised a skeletal hand. "I understand the pain this ... incident has caused both to yourself and the breathers you call family, but Emily Deetz cannot be returned to life a second time. It would not be fair to allow an exception for one but not for all."

"If you're really the king, you can do whatever you want!"

The figure shook his head slowly. "Even I am bound by rules, son of Juno."

"So, what? I'm just supposed to go back and tell everyone 'sorry guys, I gave it a shot but no dice'?" He paused for a moment. "You know, I'm bound by a rule, too -- a geis that my ... that Juno put on me when I was born."

"I know," the King said.

"Yeah, I can't say my own name. She told me she did it to protect me, that if I did I'd exorcise myself. But she hated me -- why would she wanna protect me? And why can't any other demons say it? Supposedly it's so they don't exorcise me. But everybody hates me, so why don't they just say it and get rid of me?

"Then I found out that everyone was told that if they say my name it'll destroy them." Beej nodded. "Now that makes sense, right?

"But that still doesn't explain why Juno made it so that I can't say it."

He tilted his head, biting his lip and wiggling his fingers. "I think she lied to me. I can't say my name because if I ever do, something really, really bad'll happen. To everything."

He took a deep breath. "Beeeeee--"

"No! " the King cried. "Stop! I command you to stop! "

"Give me what I want! "

"I cannot!"

"Okay, then -- Beeeeeeeeeeee--" Beej was struggling with all his might to break the geis and say his name, come what may. It felt as if red-hot iron straps were tightening around his chest, but still he persisted in his efforts. "--eeeeeeeeeeeeeee---"

"No! I beg of you, please! Do not do this!"

"WHY NOT??? WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF???"

The King dropped to his knees, his cowled head bowed. "It will be the end of everything. If you do this, it will destroy the universe. That is why Juno placed the geis upon you."

"Really?" Beej was taken aback. "The whole universe?"

The King nodded.

"Well," Beej said, grinning. He strutted in a circle around the yellow-robed king. "Imagine that -- little ol' me has the power to destroy everything! And all I gotta do is break the geis that stops me!"

"Geasa are unbreakable," the King told him. "You will not succeed."

"But you're still afraid of me trying." Beej squatted down in front of the hooded figure, trying without success to get a look at the other's face. "Why is that, I wonder? What do you know that you're not telling me?"

"You will be the last thing to be destroyed," the King told him. "You will be forced to bear witness to the destruction of all that you hold dear -- you will feel all of the pain and suffering of everything, living and dead, before you reach your end."

Beej shook his head. "Nah, that ain't it," he said. "Why would that scare you? Tell me the real reason."

The King said nothing.

"Tell me the reason, or give me Emily Deetz."

"I cannot."

"RRRAAAAWWWRRR!!! BEEE ... BEEEE ... BEEEE ..." Beej was trembling violently at the effort, blood gushing from his ears, nose and the corners of his eyes, but he drew a huge breath and tried again. "BEEEEEEEEEEEETLEJUICE!!! "

The explosion that ripped through the universe woke Lydia up with a start. She gasped for breath as the terror gradually receded. "Holy fuck! " she whispered, her voice trembling in the darkness of her bedroom. "It was just a dream. Just a dream. Calm down, you're okay, everything's okay."

She reached for the glass of water on her bedside table and took a drink, wondering if it had been more than just a dream.

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just-wrting · 9 months

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hiii, i just read ‘family time’ (absolutely loved it btw!!) and i was wondering if you’d want to write a follow up where aaron confronts the neighbour for example? :)

Aaah!!!!!!! Yes! It’s short but I hope it’s okay! I’m more of a fan of reader inserts being in second person so it ended up like this. If anyone wants it to be masc pronouns just let me know and I’ll alter it.

A bit of a TW: the neighbor is creepy towards a minor! Only mentioned not written as a full scene!

Despite it being Sunday morning, you make your way to the mailbox. With the scorching heat of yesterday, you chose to not get the mail. Since the kids are still asleep, it’s the perfect time. You slip on a pair of sandals and gently push open the front door.

As you’re basking in the morning air, you hear the neighbors arguing about who’s going to answer the door. You don’t know who makes a house call this early, but your curiosity gets the better of you, and you creep over to the fence to listen in. Another sharp knock at their door and it creaks open.

“What do you want?” the husband snaps at the mystery person. “Don’t you know it’s rude to knock on someone’s door at the crack of dawn? You better be having an emergency.”

Peering through the tiny crack in the fence, you catch a glimpse of one of Aaron’s casual shirts. At this point, you can’t help but stay.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to ogle at women?” you husband counters. His voice is icy and it sends shivers down your spine. “Or do you not have basic decency?”

You can hear the older man scoff. “Maybe your wife should have some decency. If a woman doesn’t want to be looked at, she shouldn’t wear that sort of thing.”

You already know the sort of look Aaron is making now. His eyebrows will be furrowed and his mouth set in a thin line due to his jaw being clenched. The neighbor is lucky that Aaron does his best to stay away from violence, even when provoked.

“What does it matter what my wife wears in her backyard? If you can’t keep your eyes to yourself I should tell your wife.” Despite the even tone, anger seeps into his voice.

“My wife isn’t going to do shit about what I do!”

The door creaks as it tries to slam shut, but you see Aaron shift. He’s stuck his foot in the doorway.

“Mr. Williams, as you know, I’m a government agent. I know that it’s not just my wife you’ve been looking at, but Tim’s wife too. I may not get violent with you, but I can’t say for certain what Tim will do.”

You hear Williams snicker. “That’s why I’m not scared of you. That dumbass Tim will never know I look at his woman.”

“I also happen to know you watch his daughter too. You do know that she’s only a freshman in high school, right? Not college.”

You imagine the color draining from his face. It’s satisfying.

“You’re just guessing!” he shrieks. “If you tell anyone this stupid lie, I’ll sue you for defamation!”

Aaron has the upper hand, and you smirk. This bastard will finally reap what he’s sown.

“Actually, I have video and audio evidence of you harassing my wife and the Harris women. It would be a shame if I sent it to Tim.”

“Alright, alright! What is you want? An apology?” You see his hands get thrown in the air. “Fine. I’m sorry Aaron for looking at your wife when she’s off limits.”

You hear a thud and see Aaron’s hand gripping the doorway. When he speaks, his tone is something you’ve never heard before. It sends ice through your veins.

“What I want doesn’t matter in this scenario. How dare you assume that by giving me an apology I will make this go away.”

“Well then,” he sputters, “what do I need to do to make this go away?”

“There is no longer anything you can do. I will be emailing the footage to Tim and anyone else in the community I see fit.”

With that, you see Aaron start to head down the stairs. You rush away from the fence and do your best to pretend like you hadn’t been listening in on him. Unfortunately, he catches you at the mailbox.

“You didn’t get the mail yesterday, darling?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“No, it was just too hot. What brings you outside at this hour?”

He makes a very unpleasant face and sighs. “Some unsavory business, dear. Nothing for you to worry about.”

You play innocent and bat your eyelashes at him. “You’re okay though? You’re not hurt in anyway?”

His hand guides you into the house, and you resist the urge to tell him that you’re very happy about what he did. You also do your best to smother the thought of how hot you find him when he gets all protective.

“I’ll make breakfast while you wake the kids.”

You nod and place the mail on the entryway table. “That sounds like a plan. Gives you some time to plan.”

With a soft smile, he leans close to again. You anticipate another kiss, but instead feel his breath on your ear.

“As much as I love you, you’ve gotten terrible at hiding things from me. You could’ve gotten closer.”

Aaron gives your hip a squeeze, before giving you a proper kiss. You gently shove him away, shooing him off. Thankfully, he just chuckles before heading to the kitchen.

“So you also know I think you’re hot when you get protective?” you call after him. “Am I that easy to read?”

His laugh gets louder. “I don’t need to be reading your body language to know that. You’re prone to finding me attractive when I do a lot of things.”

You head upstairs, pouting. “He’s lucky I love him. And that he’s the best man ever.”

—-

The next day, there’s a verbal fight next door. At least, that what the cat lady across the street tells you. Aaron had swept you and the kids away to BAU.

Apparently, the Harris family had called the cops and gotten Mr. Williams arrested on peeping Tom laws against his wife and daughter. His wife never said anything, and let him be taken out. While Tim never said who tipped him off, you caught him and Aaron talking.

Shortly after, the Williams’ house was empty.

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Hii! I saw the imagine you did on Billy and it was *chef's kiss* absolute brilliant. 👏🏼✨ Can I get one where Billy is officially off his meds and he runs into his dumbass brother and it triggers him so much he starts crying and you don't want him to give up after how hard he's worked for keeping his mental health on check and you take care of him by comforting him, cooking for him, running him and bath and overall just telling him how much you love him, and he wants to show you that too, but he doesn't just want to say he loves you, he wants to show you with the steamiest love making you'd ever experienced and as you're at it he mentions everything he loves about you omg I'm weaaaaak

Oh Nonny, I love you. And I love Billy Knight too. (JK can kiss my anti-TERF ass, but whatevs.)

So here we go again! Enjoy!

Billy’s Petal

Word Count: 8562

Pairings: Billy Knight X Fem!Reader; Billy Knight X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content — 18+ and over only please - minors DNI — Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, tics, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Issues, confused thoughts, Hearing Voices, Low Self-Esteem, Kissing, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, Showers, French Kissing, Frottage, Nipple Licking, Nipple Play, Cowgirl Position, Unprotected Sex, Sex, Dirty Talk, mention of choking, NO USE of Y/N

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He had fallen asleep on your sofa. He didn’t mean to bother you with it, but he had had the start of a cold and felt awful and he arrived at yours so late. He didn’t want to make you sick, but he didn’t want to be on his own with a cold. So you had agreed to take him in, but he had insisted on the sofa. “So you won’t get sick too, petal.”

Petal. You loved when he called you that. You and he had been going together for a few months and he brought out all the best mothering instincts in you but he could make you blush like a schoolgirl with just that one word. You had tucked him in and kissed his damp warm head. In the morning, you had stirred him long enough to take some medicine for his cold that you had had in the house, noting that the sleep had broken his slight fever. You had encouraged him to sleep on. “Sleep’s good for you, sweet boy. Get all that you can. I’ll be back from work about five.”

He had nodded at you, smiling weakly, and murmuring a ‘thank you, lovely’ as you had left him behind. But now it was late in the day, well past the afternoon, and he awoke with a start. Whispers greeted his ears and he thought it was the neighbors. He could hear them talking and he thought he heard his name. Why were your neighbors talking about him? Perhaps they thought less of you? A young man showing up at all hours asking for entry and then not leaving until late in the day? Would they think less of you? He didn’t want them to think poorly of you just because of him. That would be awful for you. He didn’t want to be the cause of any shame for you.

He hurriedly left your flat, skipping down every other step, and out of your building, hoping they weren’t spying on him. His knuckles rubbed viciously against his nose, a tic that had never quite left him throughout his institutionalization and therapy. He was so lucky to have found you; you understood him and his mental illness. You were patience itself with him. But he couldn’t stay here at your place without you about. And he panicked at the thought of your landlord not approving of his presence there.

As he moved down the concrete, the people that passed him looked askance at him and moved out of his way. He knew he looked like hell. A man with a cold was bound to look a mess. But there was no need for them to make comments as they passed him.

“Rude,” he thought. But right, something else said. Or someone?

No matter. You keep walking. Keep her safe. Don’t need her nasty neighbors saying anything bad about her because of you. You always do bring everyone down, don’t you? Too stupid to stay out of your own way, never mind anyone else. Poor Billy. No one to love you properly, is there?

She loves you.

How? How only after a few months?

She’s too good for you. I know I know. Somewhere there’s music playing that matches her soul but it doesn’t come out of your eyes, does it? No, Billy No-Mates. Billy No One. Silly Billy.

Dad called you that. He had just been teasing, but he would. And now it stings. Now it's mean. Rough like a piece of wood uncarved. Not sanded down. Splinters are easy to get from something like that. Splinters that stick and sting and bite and bury themselves under the surface that have to be dug out with the carving knife and then there’s blood and blood and blood-

“What the fuck? Billy? Is that you?” said Jimmy. “You look good, man! Look at you!”

Billy recoiled instantly. Where was he? How far had he walked? How was his brother here? He had pointedly avoided him for almost a year now. Of all the shit times to run into his asshole brother.

Billy! He’s your brother. He takes care of you. You love your brother, don’t you?

Jimmy took him by the shoulders and shook him. His eyes narrowed. “Off your head again, eh?”

“N-no,” said Billy, his tic rubbing his nose red. He wasn’t crazy. His brother Jimmy was really here. And that spelled bad news for Billy. And also for you, if he let slip that you’ve been the one looking after him, doing his job for him, Jimmy might get angry. And Angry Jimmy was no one’s friend.

“Lost track of you, brother,” said Jimmy, “Where have you been?” Billy just shrugged, the thoughts in his head racing and colliding and mixing together, loud and distracting, they screamed at him to tell Jimmy about you and also said to never tell him about you.

Billy’s mistrust for his brother blended with his love for him. You made him so happy and were so lovely and he wanted to tell his brother the good news, but don’t! Don’t tell him anything because he will try and take her away and spoil her and poison her with awful thoughts and scare her and hurt her the same way he does to us.

“Billy,” Jimmy sing-songed his brother’s name right in his face. “I asked you where you’ve been? You wouldn’t have bought this clobber on your own, even if it is misbuttoned.” His hands went to the neck of Billy’s blue button down to fix it, but Billy batted his hands away. “Hey! I’m your brother! I’m the one supposed to look after you. Now tell me where you’ve been!”

“I can’t- I- I can’t remember,” stammered Billy. He was hugging himself and swaying back and forth.

“You remember,” accused Jimmy, “you just don’t want to tell me. What else are you not telling me, eh?”

“Leave me alone, Jimmy,” Billy said. “I- I’m doing fine on my own. I- I’ve got my own place and my own friends and Dr. Hammond, my psychiatrist, and a real job and… uh…” (don’t tell him about your lovely eyes…) “and my meds help to-“

He hadn’t taken his medication. Billy’s stomach dropped. It was sitting on the bathroom counter of his room at the halfway house he called home. When he had left for your place the night before, his only thought was to see you and get some tea and sympathy, not to plan to stay for longer than he should have. Billy moaned pitifully at the realization.

Jimmy shook him roughly again. “What? Did you get yourself a woman as well?” He was teasing, but Billy couldn’t stop himself from looking surprised. How did he know?

Jimmy blinked in surprise himself. “You’re joking? Where did you find a lass?” Jimmy shook his head and barked a laugh. “You mean you found one who could put up with you? With the way you are?” Billy looked anywhere but in his brother’s face.

Jimmy was so mean. He was always so mean. Billy decided then you would never meet him. Ever. No matter what. You were Billy’s and no one else’s. Weren’t you? Could you be?

“Never mind,” he said. “Whatever tart you’re in love with will have to get over you on her own. You’ll stay at mine. Come on.”

Your smile flashed across Billy’s mind. She’ll only be talked about by her neighbors if you go back. She’ll be worse off with you. And you’re off your meds now. You know it.

But if you do run and go to her, you’ll be safe.

Not if Jimmy follows. He’s clever. And you’re not well right now. Think, Billy! Think!

Not well? Billy didn’t feel ill. His brain was just noisy, that’s all. Noisy and crowded. Like the halfway house on the holidays: shouting down the corridors and music playing and all the conversations and the banging of cabinets and rattling of pans in the kitchen and Billy always had to stay in his room even when he was on his medicine because it always sounded like he wasn’t on his meds and there was noise noise noise like now and-

“Come on, you git!” Jimmy hooked a hand around Billy’s elbow and tried to pull him along with him.

Billy snatched his arm back and ran away in the opposite direction, Jimmy calling after him: “I’m your family, Billy! Your brother! Can’t run from family, Billy!” Crossing the street and nearly missing an oncoming car that stopped so short its breaks screeched, he ran on, the lingering sound of the car horn adding to the din in Billy’s mind. He chanced a glance backward and saw Jimmy standing where he had left him. Good. Don’t follow.

He ran to the underground and rode the Central all the way out to North Acton, deboarding the train and getting on a bus at the station around the corner. No sign of Jimmy so far, but he didn’t want to take a chance. He got off at Oxford and switched to the Victoria heading north. He had to fool Jimmy, but Jimmy was so clever. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the stares from the other passengers or that they instinctively moved away from him in the train carriage when they could.

Moving through the city, bouncing from extreme end of the underground to the other, switching back and switching back again. He walked surface streets intermittently, took buses, then back on the underground. He didn’t stop until he found himself at the restaurant you two had been to last Friday night.

Dinner service was being set and Billy caught his breath and watched, mesmerized, as the neatly dressed waitress laid out fork and knife and spoon, then pushed the glass just so and pressed the folded linen napkin into it, fanning it out.

He remembered how gorgeous you had looked on that date. How the candlelight had highlighted your features. The crisp snap of the napkin as the waiter had placed it in your lap for you and your laugh reacting to this over-the-top act of service. The way your soft hand had felt in his as you had talked while waiting for your food to arrive. The gentle way you had fed him a spoonful of your dessert.

His eyes unfocused and he saw himself in the reflection of the window.

What are you doing, Billy Knight? More to the point: what is she doing with you?

Billy’s brown hair was more disheveled than usual. His shirt fit loosely on him and Jimmy was right: it was buttoned incorrectly from the previous night when he left his room in such a hurry to get to you. He felt grubby from his running about the city. His forehead was sweaty. He needed to pee.

He walked around to the alley behind the restaurant, reached out a hand to lean against the brick wall next to the rubbish tip and relieved himself. He just finished doing up his flies when his knuckles found his nose again and rubbed viciously as the noise in his head got louder still.

If she could see you now? Acting like a mad homeless man with no self respect. You couldn’t have found a public lav?

His dad’s voice rang in his ears: Wash your hands, Billy! Silly Billy has dirty hands!

He ran from the alley and its stink of rotting food and urine. He coughed and hugged himself again. He still felt a bit ill from his head cold and idly he wondered if his fever was going to come back.

Can’t get her sick. Can’t get anyone sick. Can’t be around anyone. Got to stay away. Need to keep moving.

He crossed another street and another. Soon he was almost back to your place. How could he explain himself to you? How could he be with you ever again? He remembered the man in the window; what the hell did you see in him? Why were you with him? Jimmy was right: he was off his head.

Where did you find a lass? One who could put up with you? With the way you are?

He couldn’t be with you like this. He couldn’t be anywhere with anyone. He-

“Billy!”

Your smiling face shocked him. How perfect you were. You, in your pretty coat and lovely blouse and skirt and boots and the light in your eyes, that cute little crinkle between your brows as you came closer. Eyes that clouded with concern, muting the happiness that was there at first as you came to him and looked up into his downcast face with worry and it twisted like a knife in his gut because how could you be so beautiful and perfect and love him?

Love you? No. Not possible. Not for Billy No One.

“Honey! What are you doing out here?” you asked. It was as you feared. With all the strides he was making toward being better about taking care of himself, he had forgotten his medication. It’s a damn good thing that you stopped by his place to get some of his things and spotted his medication on the shelf above the bathroom sink. You guided him inside where it was marginally warmer than the early fall air outside. He went with you quietly enough, but his eyes never met yours.

Soothingly, you encouraged him. “That’s it, love. Just a few more stairs. Here we go.” You unlocked your door and ushered him in. You noted the unfolded blanket left askew over the sofa and the pillow on the floor. You turned to him. “Why did you leave, Billy? Can you tell me?”

How could he say? How can you look that lovely girl in the face and tell her that her neighbors may think ill of her having a bloke like him around? That she was a fool to have him in her life?

Get out and away now. Run. She’ll be all right. She’s stronger than you. Just go. She’ll get by. She probably won’t even miss you.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you called to him. “Where have you gone? I miss you.” Your words must have struck a chord with him. Brown eyes filled with unexplained sorrow met yours. Instantly, Billy burst into tears.

He collapsed on your shoulder and heaved great sobs into the crook of your neck. You let him cry, knowing that this was the safest place he could be if he was going to have an emotional breakdown, short of being back with Dr. Hammond and the other professionals at the psychiatric ward.

He took quite a few minutes, losing himself in his pain, his hands fisting the back of your coat. You clung to him in equal measure, not releasing your hold until his breath had relaxed and he loosened his grip on you first. Even then, you let go of him slowly.

“You know what I think?” You brushed his fringe out of his eyes. “I think you’ve not had your meds in a minute. Yeah? Time to take them? Do you think, Billy, love?” You dug them out of the hold-all you had brought home with you filled with Billy’s things, holding the bottle up for his inspection. He gave you a muddled look.

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. “I swung by yours and packed a few of your things. If you were going to stay at mine, I saw no sense in you having to go all the way back to your bedsit only to come back to mine - especially if you weren’t feeling well and…”

Billy watched your lips move more than he heard the words you were saying. He caught that you had gone to his place and grabbed a few of his things, including his meds. He watched the bottle jostle in your hands as you spoke to him. It added to the noise in his head and he clapped his hands over his ears, but that didn’t do much to help. It only stopped you talking.

Billy backed away from you moaning miserably. “Oh love! I’m so sorry. I’m such a chatterbox. Let’s get you some water?” You made for the kitchen, but Billy was edging toward your front door. You came behind him and held him, your front to his back, your hands wrapped around him and clinging to his chest. You pressed your cheek into him and whispered: “Come back to me, sweet boy. Please.”

“Can’t stay here,” Billy sobbed. “I can’t- You can’t be with me. You can’t!”

“Why?”

“Too good. You’re too good for me. Too lovely. Don’t deserve a man like me. A man who isn’t a man. A boy pretending to be a man. A broken boy. So broken.” He was sobbing again.

“Stop! Stop this! Billy!” You stepped around and in front of him. He immediately looked away. You watched him for a moment, wondering what was best to do. Eventually, you chose gentleness.

Softly, gingerly, you reached up and touched the side of his jaw with your fingertips. The roughness of his beard felt like heaven to you. His head was bent forward again and he was rocking slightly in his agitation. His knuckles rubbed his nose. Quietly, you whispered: “I’m so sad that you feel this way. But it’s all right. I’m not angry with you. I don’t hate you. And please, darling: you are good enough for me. You’re better than good enough. You just need a little chemical help. Now, please, enough of this.”

You slowly brought your head into his line of sight. Your voice was as light as a feather. “You are the bravest man I have ever met.” His chocolate brown eyes welled up and you kissed the tears that fell down his cheeks. The bottle was in your other hand and you opened it, quickly looking at the label to see how many to give him. You fed him the pill and walked him to the kitchen for a glass of water to wash it down.

Billy couldn’t believe his ears. How was he the bravest man? Your grandad was a fighter pilot with the RAF during WWII. Your great auntie worked at Bletchley Park during the war. But he, Billy Knight, was the bravest man you’d ever met? That couldn’t be right.

He mulled all this over while drinking the water you gave him and swallowing the medication he so badly needed.

“Now,” you said, “shall we give you a bath? Nice warm water with lots of bubbles? Yeah? Something to wash the cold away. Hm? What do you think?”

Billy nodded blankly, his mind still occupied with how you could possibly see him - that man that almost pissed on his own shoe in an alleyway not two hours ago - as brave.

The tub filled with cool water at first until the hot kicked in. You hummed to yourself contentedly, hoping that it would help to calm Billy. His agitation had you on edge and occupying yourself with this simple task was helping you be calm for him. You added the soap bubbles and watched as the scented foam rose up from the waterfall of the tap. Smoothing them out with one hand, you judged the temperature of the water to be hot but not unbearable. It still needed a few minutes to fill so you went to Billy who had perched himself on the toilet seat to watch you and brushed the back of one of your hands against his cheek

“You let me take care of you, yeah?” you whispered.

“How am I brave?” he asked. He looked so lost that it broke your heart.

“Don’t you know, sweet boy?” Billy shook his head. “Look at how far you’ve come: you have stuck with your medicine regimen. You’re seeing your therapist regularly and participating in group. You’re holding down a job and paying bills. You’ve come so very far, Billy. Honey. Don’t you see how well you’re doing?”

“Slipped up today,” he muttered, clearly on the verge of tears again.

“Because you’re human,” you explained. “You are allowed to be human.” You watched him for a moment before moving back to the taps and turning them off. You turned to him. “Did you realize about your meds? About missing a dose?”

“This afternoon. After running into Jimmy,” he said, rubbing his knuckles against his nose. His tic didn’t really appear much when he was medicated; you had only seen it when he became agitated. And he seemed most agitated now.

“Jimmy?” you asked. “Your Jimmy?” Billy didn’t answer, just rubbed at his nose even more.

You slowly pulled his hand away and reached for his shirt, a button-down blue that looked so good on him - when it was buttoned correctly. He had missed one at the top and his shirt was askew at the collar. You would have mentioned it to him and had a bit of a laugh about it if you didn’t think it would stress him out even more. Silently, you went about undressing your boyfriend.

He watched you in fascination as you undressed him with practiced ease. You were a nurse and understood about illnesses like his. You were also used to helping patients with baths and things. He felt so safe. He only hoped that Jimmy hadn’t followed him. Hadn’t seen where he had gone. He would have spoiled everything. He mustn’t find out about you. He mustn’t speak to you. You would be scared of Jimmy. He was strong. He would have tried to hurt you, spoil you. And you were so very good. So lovely and sweet. Jimmy couldn’t know about you. Ever.

Billy was rocking now, lost in his own mind. You cupped his face. “Come back to me, sweet boy.” His eyes met yours. “Can you stand for me, love?” He complied wordlessly but hugged himself and kept at his nose, the skin turning red with irritation. You smiled gently at him. “Just a few more seconds and we’ll have you in a nice warm tub.”

You were true to your word and he was obedient. Soon he was immersed in the bubbles, head resting against a rolled up towel. He lay there stiffly and he wasn’t talking to you. You brushed his hair away from his face and hummed a tune your mum used to sing when you were little and upset. Billy watched you without turning his head. You soaked a large body sponge in the water and smoothed it across his skin. Billy shuddered at it.

“No good?” you asked, removing the sponge from his chest. “Too rough?” Billy’s face reflected his answer: I’m sorry. “Oh it’s okay, Billy. You’re all right, sweetheart.” You wrung it out and cast the sponge in the vanity sink. Rising, you went to your room calling behind you, “Stay there, Billy. I’ll be right back.”

Your cousin was expecting and you had done some shopping for her baby shower. One of the gifts you had gotten was a set of washcloths for the baby. They were soft as silk and small with little pictures of spouting whales and starfish and crabs and fish on them. Dashing back to the bath, you found Billy with soapy hands over his face, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

The thoughts wouldn’t let him go. Jimmy’s sneering face. His dad’s commanding voice. Other voices from his muddled past. The whinnying of a frightened horse. The strangled girl that wasn’t a girl that he thought had been murdered. They spun and whirled in his mind.

And suddenly as you had gone, you were there again and the feel of your hand wasn’t rough, it was grounding. The cloth you were using wasn’t jarring like the sponge. It glided across his back, dipping in the warm water and coming back to sooth his skin in soft, slow circles. He turned his head to try and see what it was you were using and when you showed him. He was amused but more confused. The flannel had a pouch in it for a hand and yours was inside it and pushing it over the crest of his shoulder and down his arm.

“Better than the sponge, yeah?” you said, smiling. You moved the washcloth to his chest, his old scar stood out pink on his skin. You never asked him about it. He seemed ashamed. Maybe one day he’d tell you.You could wait.

“Yes. Much more gentle. See? Now lean back, my sweetheart. Close your eyes and try to relax. Let me take care of you.”

As if you deserve being taken care of.

You lazy boy! You can wash yourself? Are you a baby?

Baby! Baby! Billy’s a little baaaabyyy!

His tic reared its ugly head again and you reached for his wrist. “Talk to me, Billy,” you asked. Your grip on him was firm but gentle and so was the look in your eye. “I can’t read your mind, my love.”

Billy shook his head, but then met your eyes. “I- I can do it myself,” he said.

“I know that. You can do quite a lot for yourself. But you’re in a bad way right now and I’d like to help if I can. Will you let me?”

“Why do you love me?” he asked. His tone was almost accusatory. “How? How can you when I’m… so broken? When my brain won’t rest and let me be?”

“Your brain misbehaving is not your fault, Billy. Do you hear me? Not. Your. Fault.” You cupped his face and brought yours closer. Gently your lips met his cheek. “My sweet boy. You are not a burden to me. I promise you.”

His dad’s voice quieted at this. Jimmy’s was still alive and kicking.

Oi, she’s got a nice mouth, eh Billy? Think I’ll let her wrap it around my cock. What do you think of that?

Billy groaned and shook his head.

“Tell me what you imagine, Billy. Tell me what you believe to be true.”

“Jimmy can’t find you. He would h-hurt you. Can’t let him. Can’t let him. Can’t let him….” He rocked and repeated himself over and over, forcing you to hold him close, pressing your nose to his cheek and hushing him down from his cyclical thought spiral.

“Billy,” you asked carefully, “can you tell me about Jimmy?”

“My- my brother is… not nice,” he said.

You knew he had a brother. You also knew they had a rocky history. “Did you see Jimmy when you were out?” Billy nodded and he began to cry again. “Shh, my love. He can’t hurt you here. He won’t hurt me. And he won’t hurt you. The door downstairs is monitored, remember? You need a key to get in and then another key to get in the door to the flat. And then there’s all the cameras. It’s going to be okay.”

She was right. He knew she was right. Still, the thought of him out there in the city lurking around any given corner…

You kissed his cheek again and settled him back into the water. It was still warm but would be moving toward tepid soon enough. You had to get him calmed down. Would distraction work? You set the washcloth aside, stripped off quickly, and got in the bath.

If Billy was lost in his own head, he found himself again with you naked and kneeling between his legs, soap foam barely covering your nipples as you braced yourself on your hands at either side of his hips. You leaned forward and kissed him softly.

“Wow,” he managed as you mouthed along his jawline, reaching his pulse point. You dragged your teeth along the skin there before soothing it with a lick of your tongue. Billy whimpered.

The soft cloth was on your hand again and you used it to stroke his cock under the water line. Billy gasped at your touch, his member becoming even more firm in your hand. You knew that on his meds, his cock had more of a mind of its own when it came to getting hard or even staying hard, but it was having no trouble at all right now. His foreskin slipped back and forth along his tip, the cherry red head peeking at you through the bubbles. You watched him carefully, alert to any more signs of distress on his face or the return of his tic. There were none. Only contented sighs, moans, and the sound of the water between you both as you stroked him slowly.

“Love you so much, my sweet man,” you cooed at him. “Such a good boy for me. Such a fine man. You make me so happy and that’s the truth. Believe me?”

He was sex drunk and focused on you. He noticed all the little things: where the foam ended and your skin began, the flex of your arm muscles as you pumped his shaft with the cloth glove, the rock of your breasts back and forth as you moved with the stroke, your mouth as you spoke those beautiful words to him in that lush voice of yours. You were almost too good to be true, like something out of a fantasy. Where had you been all his life?

There were no voices in his head to disturb this and he half wondered if it was the pill he took or if it was you. He knew it had to be you. His meds always took at least a day to kick in and another two days before he felt balanced again. But he had learned his lesson: he wouldn’t forget again. He hated the paranoid panic he had felt all day. He hated the sick twist in his gut that stuck to him like mud. He hated the voices from his past haunting him like devils on his shoulders.

But there were no devils now. Here there was only your soothing touch and warm water lapping against the tub, your buttery words in his ears and feeling nothing but love and amazement at you. No devils here, just miracles, just heaven, just you.

You pressed another kiss to him, right on his upper throat and moved down the thick line of it to the notch at the base where you licked into the hollow there. “Feeling better now, Billy, my love?”

“Yes, thank you, petal,” he said, a lazy contented smile spread slowly on his face. “You are the best girlfriend any man could ask for. You know that?”

“Hmmm… I have some idea of how amazing I am,” you teased him. “But I plan on being even better to you. Will you let me, beautiful boy?” Slowly you kissed him again, heat spreading in your belly at the thought of him coming inside you.

“Yes,” he said, “all right.” Then with a sheepish look he added: “You know I’d do anything for you.”

You chuckled at this and drained the tub, stroking him the whole time as the water seeped away. You gripped him more firmly, driving him to his completion, your eyes on his as his breath stuttered and his hips bucked against the sweet friction you were providing. There was no way you were giving your cousin these washcloths now. Not anymore. Not since his thick white ropes of cum joined the soapy mess on his body, splattering his stomach.

Billy shivered. Not just because of the absence of the water, but with the remnants of the orgasm leaving his body, culminating in his release. He muttered your name like a mantra as he came down, delirious with the sensation. He didn’t notice you stand to pull the shower curtain shut or to turn the hot water back on, flicking the lever that re-directed the water to the shower head above. He was only able to refocus when he perceived you standing above him, arms raised facing him, head knocked back, eyes closed, your hands carding through your hair as the water soaked your body down. Rivulets of water cascaded off your breasts, down your belly, along your sex, down your legs and once again, Billy thought he had died and gone to heaven. You were perfect.

You met his gaze smiling. Your hand was out to him. “Come to me, lovely man. Come and hold me.”

He stood. Billy had the capacity for a look of amazement that always left you breathless. He wore it now. You turned yourselves until the water was coming at your bodies from the side. Soon all his spend was washed away in the spray and you embraced him in a slow kiss that stoked the fire in your belly. You wanted more. You wanted him in every way. The warm line of him was so strong against you, his arms wound their way around your torso: one high, one low. You cupped his face and lost yourself in the taste of him, the velvet of his tongue sliding against yours, warm, wet.

Billy could scarcely believe that you were his. Despite all the evil noises in his head, they were wrong because you had said so. They were wrong because you were taking care of him. You were thoughtful and kind to him. You’d proven that by getting his meds to him, by thinking of them in the first place. Those noises and voices were liars. You had proven them liars because here you were, giving him gentle soft pleasures and keeping him warm and pressing your naked body to his, wanting his kiss and his touch, wanting him to pleasure you back.

They were wrong and they were liars and you were the only truth he needed.

“I love you so very much,” he said, and when he said your name, it was with reverence as though you were his only object of worship, the only goddess he would need.

You reached down for the shampoo and tucked his head under the spray. “Put your forehead to my shoulder, sweet boy.” He did as you asked and you applied shampoo to his hair, massaging slowly with practiced fingertips. He tilted his head back obligingly when told so that you could rinse it out and then apply the conditioner. He hummed against your skin and you closed your eyes, lost in the feeling of caring for your boyfriend.

As soon as you rinsed the conditioner out, you kissed under the shower until the hot water ran thin. Giggling and shivering, you ushered him out of the tub and into warm towels and robes - one for each of you.

“Why do you have two robes?” Billy had asked.

“I bought them a long time ago on sale - two for one,” you answered, donning your own and tightening the belt. The material was soft and absorbent and you felt instantly cozier with it on. “I had thought to get one for me and one for the fella I was dating at the time, but things fell through before the holidays came, and well… Now I have two: one to use while the other’s in the wash.”

Billy accepted this with a silent nod. “Why did he leave you?” he asked. “You’re perfect.”

His simple words struck your soul. You smiled sadly. “He didn’t appreciate me like you do, Billy.” You kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, love. Let’s get your hair dry and you in bed.”

“But my cold?”

“I have been kissing you this whole time, Billy. If I get sick, I get sick,” you shrugged. “It’s only a cold.”

Billy smiled. “I suppose then I’ll get to take care of you.”

Laughing, you said, ”Fair enough, Billy. Fair enough.” You held your hand out and ushered him to your vanity in your bedroom. After a few minutes of work with a hair brush and hair dryer, you had his hair taken care of. The holdall you had brought back provided him with sweatpants and a clean t-shirt. He donned both and got in your bed, wrapping himself up like a burrito with the duvet, head poking out as he watched you finish drying your hair and getting into your nighttime clothes.

You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his face with one hand. “Shall I make you dinner? Are you hungry?”

His knuckles went to his nose. He had neglected so much about taking care of himself. “I am hungry,” he admitted. “I’m sorry. I’d forgotten lunch.”

“Shh,” you said, kissing his forehead softly, “you rest here and I’ll go put something together. I think I’ve got a steak pie that will take just a few minutes to heat up. And some potato mash? Maybe some leftover string beans, you know how I do them?”

“With the sliced almonds? Yes, please,” he said smiling.

“Good. I’ll reheat those and we’ll feast a little. Then you can have some more cold medicine and you can rest. I bought you some. It’s the kind that shouldn’t react with anything you’re currently taking, but will help with any chest or nasal congestion.”

“Okay,” he said. “You’re the nurse.”

“That I am, young man,” you said, “and nurse’s orders are for you to stay in bed and sleep if you can. I’ll be back in a few minutes, we’ll eat, you’ll have your medicine, and we’ll watch a movie on telly until you fall asleep. Sound like a plan?”

Billy nodded and you went about the business of taking care of your boyfriend.

After the dinner, the medicine, and the movie, you lay there in the dark watching his eyelids get heavy. “Feeling any better, sweetheart?”

“Much,” he replied. “Still don’t want Jimmy to find out about you. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“How do you think he would hurt me?”

“He would grab you and… hurt. Because you’re a girl. You know. That way.”

“I see,” you said, concern growing in your heart. “Has he done that before? To another girl?”

Billy shook his head. “Not that I ever saw, but he’s always rough with me and really careless and crude about women, so I think he could - but I don’t know if he has.” An apologetic look was on his face. “I’m just scared.”

“He sounds like someone to be scared of, Billy,” you agreed. “But let’s not worry about him tonight. The downstairs door is locked. Our flat door is locked. He’s not getting in tonight, okay?”

There was a long pause before Billy said something so quietly, you had to ask him to repeat it even though your faces were inches apart. He repeated: “Our flat?”

“Did I say ‘our’?” you asked. He nodded. “Well… I suppose it could be. We’ve been together for a few months now. My place is much safer than your halfway house bedsit. And with your help financially on rent, we could do more things together. Would you like to move in?”

Despite the dark shadows of the room, you could see Billy’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Of course, sweet boy,” you said. The back of your right hand caressed his right cheek. Your lips met his. “You can stay here.” You kissed him again. “You can share my bed.” Another kiss was pressed to his lips. “I want you to call this home, if you want to.” Your tongue licked his bottom lip. “And I want you to call my body yours.”

Billy gasped for air. This had to be a dream. As if to prove to himself that it wasn’t, his lips crashed into yours, his right hand cupping your left cheek, holding you steady as he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue lapping against yours greedily.

As your mouth opened to welcome his, you moaned. He managed only a moment of passionate kissing before you rolled yourself on top of him and straddled his waist. The boy shorts and tank shirt you wore to bed were thin and not only were you practically soaking from his kiss, your nipples were hard and erect, the shape of them poking through the material in the moonlight coming through the window. Instantly, his hands were cupping your breasts over the material, squeezing the flesh there and holding them up.

“Sit up a bit, love,” you encouraged and helped him by stuffing all the bed’s pillows behind him.

Settling back, you looked down and saw his bulge straining against the sweatpants. With a small adjustment to your hips, his cock was positioned right along your gash, both of you whining with the contact. You tilted your head back and enjoyed the feel of the hardness of him right where it mattered most.

“M-may I?” he asked. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt and you stripped it off of yourself, your tits giggling with the motion. Instantly, his hot mouth was against your right nipple, his hand at the other, teasing the hard pebble of it. You ground against his hardness in a slow undulation, hoping to stretch out the feel of all of this before you lost your mind completely to your orgasm.

“You feel so damn good, my Billy. My sweet man,” you cooed. And he did. He was so fucking thick and hard, you knew it was going to take some work getting him in, but you also suspected that you were going to be so wet by the time that moment came about, everything was going to be just fine. You closed your eyes and imagined his moment of entry. Jesus fuck, it was going to be good.

He pulled off of your nipple and massaged it with his fingertips. At the absence of his mouth on you at all, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you. “What is it, love?” you asked as you brushed his hair back soothingly.

“How are you real?”

You smiled, taking his mouth once more. “I’m very real. And all yours, you brave man. Now please, Billy. I want to come all over this cock of yours. Will you let me?”

“Yes, petal.” You stripped him of his shirt and kissed him again, luxuriating in the feel of your skin against his for one more moment before moving down his body to help him take his sweatpants off.

There had been times when you took Billy’s breath away. The day you met, your hat had blown off in a strong gust of wind and you laughed, delighted when he returned it to you; your first date: the green dress you wore that flattered you so; the first time you made love: as awkward as he was, you took everything in stride and were so patient and understanding; and now, you above him, after everything that’s happened, after all his tears, you were gentle and loving, adoring and caring, and completely desirable, drawing down his pants carefully, your eyes alight at the reveal of his body, your touch tender and sensual, a woman in love - and most unbelievably, a woman in love with Billy Knight.

Casting aside the rest of your clothes, you spread your slick onto his tip and aligned him with your entrance. The stretch was slow with only a slight burn accompanying it. But you knew the best part of him entering you was yet to come: that satisfying moment when his head entered you completely and the rest was sliding down his shaft until you were seated on him thoroughly. You waited for your body to adjust, kissing down Billy’s neck and listening to his whimpers and stuttering breathing. “Gonna fill me up, Billy. Going to make me so full it’ll make me cry. Aren’t you?”

“W- want to, petal,” he said. He scattered light kisses along your shoulder and kneaded your breasts. “Want to be good to you.”

“You are good, Billy. Such a good boy. Always my good boy.” One more press against him and there it was. His head entered you and you let out a moan to match Billy’s.

“Warm… so warm,” mumbled Billy.

“Mmm… and you are so thick. God damn, Billy.” You arched backward pressing even further down on his length, drawing back out and settling yourself again. Billy hissed with the motion. “Oh, my sweet boy likes that? Huh? Shall we do it again?” Billy nodded so rapidly it was almost comical. You smiled, drawing off of him and back on again, moving him deeper inside you and sighing contentedly at the feeling. You worked him into you that way over and over, deeper and deeper, until you were pressed up against his thatch of light brown hair, rocking against it, your clit seeking friction against his pubic hair.

More than anything, Billy wanted to be a good lover to you. He was fascinated by your facial expressions, you were so open. You never held back on him, so he felt the urge to be honest with you. He was scared that he would say something wrong, of course, but so far he never had. Should he say what was on his mind now, here, in this moment just as you were gently riding his cock and pressing kisses to his face?

He threw caution to the wind and said, “You’re such a good woman. A good girl. You take my cock so well.” Inwardly, he flinched at the smutty words he was using, but your eyes lit up. Pleased, he continued to let you know how he felt. “Can’t wait to watch you come.” You clenched around him at that. “Fuck! I need… I need…”

Heat spread in your belly at his words. “What do you need, love?”

“I need your nipples in my mouth. Always think about sucking on them. Ever since the first time. Want to lie in your arms and just suck on them. They’re so pretty. You’re so pretty.”

You cupped one of your breasts and guided it toward his face. “Go on, baby. Want to feel your hot mouth on me.”

He pressed his mouth to you, his eyes closing with utter bliss. His lips were so perfect, his tongue warm and soft. He truly was suckling like a child and you found your hips echoing the rhythm that he was setting. You hummed contentedly, your cunt so full of him and his hands roving over your back. His fingertips left chills in their wake. You kissed his temple and indulged in running your fingers through his hair.

He murmured against your skin: “Love your eyes, you mouth, your skin. You’re so warm, love. You feel so good around my cock.” He looked you in the face. “Always want to see you like this. You care so much about me and I can’t get my head around it. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And mine, yeah? All mine.”

“All yours, Billy,” you said, “for always.” He kissed you. Your lapping at his tongue caused Billy to whimper.

A slow heat built up between you both and you increased your press-and-pull and Billy moaned when you clenched around him reflexively as you rode him, thighs burning, chest heaving, stuttered little whimpers leaving your body unbidden as you felt everything all at once.

His hands gripped into your flesh as his climax built. You wanted him to do more. Wanted him to hurt you sweetly, press delicious pain into you, mark you up, show his brute strength to you. It was too early in your relationship, but you promised yourself you would show him how to hold your throat as you made love. You needed that from him. He was always so docile, you wanted a bit of rage, to see fire in his eyes. But that would keep. For now, his slow sensuality was enough.

His mouth was on your other nipple now and he keened at the feel of you on him, slick and warm, squeezing him just right. He dug his fingers into your hips, bucking up to meet you, hearing the squelch of you both coming together and pulling apart, knowing that your orgasms were going to make one hell of a mess. Ordinarily, he would feel awful about that, but he was too busy watching your face as you bounced on his cock, his mouth hanging open, tongue out, catching your nipple on it with each pass. His balls tightened and he knew he was close.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Fuck me so well. Come on, petal. That’s it. Ride my cock hard. You feel so good.”

You were beyond speech at this moment, but his words hit you square in the cunt. Your cry startled you both and you rode the crest of your orgasm to its conclusion with breathy pants spattered with his name and the odd curse word. Your body thrilled with a delicious ache when you finished, but Billy only needed a moment more. You pushed yourself to let him finish, watching him and encouraging him with sweet words, the slick of your cum leaking out of your pussy and all over his cock and balls, increasing the glide of him in and out of you.

Overstimulation threatened as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside you. Still, you rode him, filthy words spilling from you: “My sweet boy. Come for me. You know you want to. Feel how wet I am. That mess dripping down your balls? You did that. You’ve done all of this. This is all for you, my love. My brave man. Wonderful man.” You leaned in closely to him, your mouths breathing each other’s air. “Fuck me, Billy. Fill me up with your cum. Need it, baby.” Your final whining ‘please’ was what broke him.

His hips pushed up violently into you, fingers digging even deeper into your flesh. He cried your name over and over with each thrust. He collapsed deeply against the pillows behind him and you fell forward, burying your face in his neck. He wrapped his arms about you, holding you to him.

“So good to me,” he whispered into the shell of your ear as he felt both of your fluids leak out of you and along his shaft and sack. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Please don’t ever leave. Need you. Sorry, but I do.”

“I have no plans to go anywhere, Billy.” You lifted your head to look him in his beautiful brown eyes. “And don’t be sorry. You’re worth it. You’re worth everything.” You sealed your words on his mouth with another kiss.

Burying your nose in the crook of his neck, you felt his cock soften inside you. His warm hands caressed your back running up and down your skin. Fireworks shot from your clit down your legs in intermittent explosions of electricity. You wondered idly if that happened to him too post-orgasm. Pressing another kiss to the side of his neck, you hummed contentedly. “Happy, my lovely Billy?”

“Oh yes,” and you heard him whisper: “My petal. My lovely lovely petal.”

You could stand to hear that word for the rest of your life.

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Meddling Kids VII

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

This is a Manhunt/Bully crossover. So expect the usual non family friendly shenanigans.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Edward seethed through gritted teeth.

“Well, it’s not like we can be a couple of girl scouts, Edward.” Sighed Jimmy as he fixed his tie.

Dressing up as a Mormon wasn’t on Jimmy’s to-do list. But here he was, in a stupid ass button-down with some ugly dress slacks cut much too high, exposing his socks underneath. For god’s sake, Pete even made him polish the top of his head. Jimmy swore it was brighter than his future. He turned over to Gary, who held a bible in hand.

“Mormons don’t even read the bible, dumbass,” Jimmy told him.

“Well, I’m not going out buying a Book of Mormon on my dad’s credit card,” Gary shot back, abruptly shutting the heavy book.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, looking over to Pete, who was busy trimming up the sides of his hair to make it nice and neat.

“Remember when we got in trouble for opening that barber shop in the bathroom?” Jimmy reminisced.

“Yeah, I caught you red-handed. Giving Casey Harris a mullet.” Edward scoffed.

“Oh, yeah, that was fun,” Chuckling, Pete stepped back, “are you guys ready to go?”

The group collectively agreed to head out, but only through the back entrance while everyone was attending class to save the embarrassment. Jimmy learned that lesson the hard way when he’d worn a pair of booty shorts and got clowned by at least ten people walking out of gym class. Never again, he thought.

Their journey first started in small suburbia. Gary took the lead of knocking on the first door, a cheery smile plastered on his cheeks like a demented Ken doll.

“Oh, hello, how may I help you?” The homeowner asked as she peered out from her house.

“Hello, ma’am! I’m here to offer you a few suggestions. We’ve heard that the community in Bullworth is tainted with sin and violence, and we’d like to change that!” Gary greeted.

She nodded along, Gary continuing his act.

“Here, I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends,” he nodded, “this young man here used to be violent. He enjoyed disrespecting his parents and playing vile video games. But by the power of God and restoration of his faith, he is now a perfect, well-rounded citizen!” Gary gloated as he pushed Pete forwards

Pete waved, a sheepish grin on his face.

“And these two young men used to suffer from homosexual thoughts and tendencies. But now they are picture-perfect real men!” Gary expressed with open arms.

Jimmy clenched his jaw, his fists in a tight white-knuckle grasp.

“Oh, dear, that is very good. But I don’t have any children. I’m quite fine.” The woman laughed before she closed the door.

A sigh left Gary as he turned, walking off the porch.

As soon as Gary came within range, Jimmy reeled his hand back and landed it hard on the back of the taller’s neck.

“OW! Watch it, Hopkins!”

“Take your advice,” Jimmy grumbled.

They continued their journey through the vast neighborhood of Bullworth. The dress shoes began to cause Jimmy pain. His toes had become bruised from continuously trekking around in dress shoes. Everyone else seemed equally as miserable, Gary growing more agitated as they passed home after home. Pete did his best to observe the interiors of the houses as lowkey as possible. Edward did his best to hide back in shame of their current situation, while Jimmy himself just stood and nodded like a daisy in the wind.

Everything was boring until Gary had the balls to approach a home with a very large ‘NO SOLICITING’ sign.

“Fuck does soliciting mean?” Jimmy turned his head to the side.

“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” Gary smirked as he pounded on the door.

The man who opened the door didn’t even give Gary a chance to speak before he started to scream.

Pete was the first to book it, then came Ed, and after followed Jimmy and Gary. Their shoes pounded against the sidewalk, almost racing like ill-bodied thoroughbreds at the Kentucky Derby. Fire crawled into Jimmy’s lungs and throat, forcing him to slow down. Not long after, Edward completely halted into a fit of asthmatic breathing and coughs. The other two joined them to catch their breath as well.

“Son of a bitch...” Edward wheezed after administering his inhaler.

“Watch your fucking language. We’re Mormons now..” Gary huffed humorously.

“Shut up..” The prefect grumbled, lifting his head.

After a short recovery, they aimlessly wandered New Coventry, shivering from the cold weather. How did missionaries do this all day? Jimmy sort of had a newfound respect for those morons. This shit was unbearable, especially in the winter weather of Bullworth, New York.

Instead of a new neighborhood, something else caught the group’s attention.

“Fuck you, Davis!” A sharp female voice yelled.

“Oh really? So that’s what you’re gonna say to me now? You can’t even give me a good reason!” A male tone bellowed.

The quartet crept closer to where the screaming match was. Peering into an alleyway, Silena Mariani and Davis White were busy biting each other’s heads off for what was probably the fifth time that day.

“I can’t sit here and listen to you talk shit bout my friends Davis! Those guys are like my family!” Silena defended.

“Family? Are you kidding me, Silena? Those guys are nothing but trouble!” Davis argued with his arms thrown in the air.

“Oh, like you’re a saint! You’re just as bad as them! I see the way you treat those freshmen, you dipshit!”

“And do you do anything about it? No! No, you fucking don’t!” Davis screamed, getting in the girl’s face.

“Get outta my face!’ she’d scream, stepping forward to make Davis step back.

“Then get outta the clique Silena!”

“No! They’re good people! They’re good friends!”

“Good people don’t go to jail Silena!’ Davis screamed over her.

The girl fell silent before she lunged and snatched her boyfriend by the throat in a rage.

Jimmy and Edward quickly ran out from where they hid, prying the couple away from each other.

“Woah! Chill out! Chill out!’ Jimmy demanded, dragging Silena a few feet away from Davis and Edward.

“You take it back!” Silena screamed, hitting Jimmy as he restrained her.

“What is this even about?” Edward asked.

‘What’s this about? Oh, I’ll tell ya! Her deadbeat side piece Johnny got arrested!” Davis yelled.

“He is NOT-” Silena started.

“Wait, Johnny got arrested?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah, last night.” Davis nodded.

“Do you know why?”

“Pft, I couldn’t care less. Why don’t you ask Peanut? I’m sure he knows all about it.” Davis droned, wrestling out of Edward’s grasp and walking off.

Well, at least they knew who to look for.

Jimmy let Silena go, walking over to the other two who had spectated the altercation.

“That was intense,” Pete stated, following Jimmy as he went on a mentally mapped route.

“You tell me, she throttled him like a ragdoll,” Gary laughed wickedly.

“How are abusive relationships funny to you?” Edward asked.

“How is doing coke and throwing up all you eat good for your health” Gary retorted.

Edward didn't say anything else after that.

After tons more walking, they were where they needed to be, the tenements. And, of course, lo and behind, Peanut Romano was outside bawling his little eyes out. As Jimmy approached, he noticed just how messy the greaser looked. His hair was stringy and dry, his shoes were scuffed, and his jacket carelessly sat on his shoulders. Jimmy had never seen any of the greasers in such a state. Well, besides Ricky when he was howling over his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh, what do you want, Jimmy?..” Wailed Peanut as he lifted his head to reveal a red, puffy face.

“Look, I’m not here to laugh at you. I just wanna know, did Johnny get arrested last night?” The ginger asked.

“Yes!” The greaser sobbed out.

“Woah, hey, it’s alright. Do you know what happened?”

“N-no, I don’t. All I knew was that Johnny and Norton were goin’ out to get us all some dinner for the night, and Lola got a call late last night from the county jail.” He explained through sniffles and pitiful cries.

“Alright, hey Edward?’ Jimmy turned his head.

“Yes?’ The prefect answered.

“Can you go talk to Lola for me?”

Edward nodded, stepping away to go down to the Vale. It wasn’t a secret that Lola and Pinky were seeing one another, for him at least. It was like a clear shower curtain almost. Edward could tell when two people had some serious chemistry. The perk of being in way too many relationships and flirtationships.

He shivered and sighed. A car or a jacket would be a lifesaver against this harsh and brutal weather. This whole missionary idea was humiliating and stupid. No wonder those boys were called the Trouble Trio. That’s all they seemed to get into lately. These little adventures wouldn’t have a good outcome in the future if anything could stain his permanent record.

With a polite knock at the Gauthier estate, Edward was allowed inside.

The tall male trailed up the stairs, politely stopping at a pink door.

“Pinky, Lola. I know you’re there. We need to talk.” Edward said.

Footsteps shuffled behind the door, and Pinky herself opened it. Lola was seated on the large, ornately decorated bed in the center of the room.

“It’s about Johnny,”

“Oh, you heard?” The redhead perked up.

“Yes. What happened?”

“Well, Johnny said he was going out to get some pizza with Norton. And when they were making their way back, a bunch of psychos jumped them. When the cops rolled by, the crackheads dipped. And they got arrested instead.” Lola explained while she painted her nails.

“Ok, thank you, That’s all I needed to know. Have a nice day.” Edward nodded, exiting the doorway and going down the hall to a landline.

He quickly dialed Jimmy’s number, and within two rings, he picked up.

“Pinky?”

“No, it’s me, Edward.”

“What are you doing over there?”

“I know things.”

“Ok? Well, did you get anything?”

“Yeah, they were getting food down by that pizza parlor. You may want to check that out,” Edward suggested.

“Noted, cya.”

“Bye.”

Edward hung up, sighing as he started to travel back on foot.

Nothing came of the pizza parlor search, which disappointed the group. Had they all run around looking like a bunch of Mormons in tit-freezing weather for nothing?

Well, sort of.

Pete had come up with the idea to ask Max, as he would know about arrests. The guy was obsessed with law and order. Although, this idea was once again much to Edward’s dismay. The former prep whined as they again walked to where they could find Max, where he stood guard near the gymnasium.

“Max!” Pete called.

The brunette snapped his head over and immediately marched in their direction. Ed bit his tongue as the other prefect came to a robotic halt.

“Yes sir?”

“We need your help. Do you know anything about how Johnny and Norton got arrested?”

“Negative, sir.” Max lied. Edward could tell.

It pissed him off.

“Quit lying, MacTavish.” Edward seethed.

“Excuse me?” Max turned.

“You’re lying right to his face. I can see it!”

“I’m not lying! I have no reason to lie!”

“Oh really? Cause every time something doesn't add up you always bite your lip.”

“What are you on? Drugs?! You know you can go around accusing anyone all day, but it’s never going to change the fact that you’re a manwhore.” Max sneered.

“Again, with the slut-shaming! You can barely talk, Max! When was the last time you had a girlfriend? Oh, right, never. Because you’re always someone’s little bitch waiting to take orders!” Edward snapped.

“Fuck off!”

“Gladly!”

The trio sat, blinking as both prefects stormed off.

Back to the drawing board.” Gary sighed.

#bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #bully anniversary edition #bully rockstar #canis canem edit #bully cce #bullworth academy #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #jimmy bully cce #gary smith cce #pete kowalski #edward seymour ii #pinky gauthier #peanut romano #lola lombardi #johnny vincent #norton williams #meddling kids

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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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@effervescent-fool Did you say Milith divorce AU? No?? Well, too late.

“We should get divorced,” Michael said one day over breakfast.

It was rare that they ate together – though 'eating'', in Michael's case, meant mostly sipping a big cup of coffee and eyeing Lilith's bowl of yogurt and fruit with detached interest.

“Divorced?” Lilith asked, wondering if she'd heard that right.

“Yes. I already contacted a lawyer. We could sign the necessary papers within a week.”

Lilith stared at him, the way he sat all stiff and prim despite it not even being 8 am yet on a Sunday. That wasn't surprising, since the good posture was as much a part of him as the neatly pressed dress shirts, and the stick up his ass.

Giving herself some more time to think, Lilith nibbled on a piece of orange. “And why would we do that?” she asked slowly.

“Because we don't like each other.” Michael put his mug on the table, but kept holding onto it. Like a shield separating them, Lilith thought.

She shrugged. “Didn't keep you from marrying me.”

For a moment, she thought Michael would get angry. He could get quite intimidating in his anger, which was one of the reasons she'd married him. A man needed to be able to assert himself against his enemies. Lilith kept on top of things by being smarter than anyone in the room, but Michael didn't have that luxury.

In the end, Michael's face just twitched before it settled back into his usual emotionless mask. “You can't be happy like this.”

Lilith raised an eyebrow at him. “Since when do you care?”

“Fine,” he gritted out, “I'm not happy like this.”

“Again: since when do you care?” Then she narrowed her eyes as something occurred to her. “Is this because our stocks fell?”

Uncharacteristically for Michael, he shifted in his seat. “The connection to your family has decreased in value somewhat.”

Lilith sighed. That was basically why they'd married: Connections. In the world of business, that was incredibly important. And their parents both liked to pretend that they were 19th century aristocrats who could do anything, even decide whom their children would marry.

“This is just a minor setback. You shouldn't be this hast-”

“I'm gay,” Michael blurted out, hands tightening around his mug.

Lilith stared at him.

“Well, that explains a few things,” she said eventually.

“It does?” Michael blinked at her.

She'd known he was oblivious, but dear Lord.

“You wouldn't know your way around a pussy if it came with pointers and instructions.”

Michael's face scrunched up, like every time Lilith mentioned anything to do with sex.

“That makes me sound transphobic,” he said after a beat.

Lilith rolled her eyes. “Fine. You don't know your way around girl pussy.”

“That's anatomically the same as-”

“You're bad at sex!” she yelled, exasperated. “Dear Lord, Michael, your dick game is terrible!”

He seemed to consider that for a moment. “Well, I've never been attracted to you.”

Which was kind of a shame, because he wasn't bad looking. Back in the days, she'd thought that if nothing else, they could at least have really good hate sex.

No such luck, of course.

“Just because you're gay doesn't mean we need to get divorced,” Lilith argued calmly.

Michael looked at her in confusion. “What if I want to be with other people?”

“Well, go ahead. Fuck someone else. Don't tell me you've never cheated on me before.” She laughed.

He didn't.

Oh, dear Lord.

“Have you cheated on me?” he asked, flabbergasted.

Of course she had. Did he think she wanted to live a completely joyless existence?

Dumbass.

“You know, I was going for a no-fault divorce, but maybe I should call that lawyer again,” he said thoughtfully.

“Oh, grow up!” Lilith sneered, bringing her fist down on the table. “Fine, I'll sign your stupid divorce papers! At least it'll mean less stupid babble in the mornings.”

Michael looked at her for a long moment before nodding. “Well, I'm glad we're both agreed.”

Lilith wondered if she could still kill him fast enough to collect his life insurance. Though she supposed that if he had one, it wasn't to her name.

Maybe next time, she could marry someone who wasn't such a snooze. She'd always liked his brother far more, anyway, though he'd died a few years back. (Lucifer had been far better at fucking, but his reputation hadn't exactly made him marriage material.)

Or she could marry a woman. That way, she could pretend like this had been a lavender marriage from the start.

Which wasn't even that far off from the truth.

Besides, some of the old fucks she had to do business with would get off on the idea of her with another woman. It might make them more eager to meet with her. Though it might also turn some people hostile...

By the time she had finished her bowl of yogurt, she was already mentally compiling a list of names for suitable marriage candidates.

#It ain't much but it's honest work etc. etc.#I just think Lilith deserves to be absolutely exasperated with this guy #And he deserves to divorce her lol #And get fucked by Adam- I mean men #Milith divorce AU #This became mostly crack #I am not sorry

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time.

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it.

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

NSFW below !

The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?

The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”

If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.

After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.

When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.

Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.

Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.

Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.

Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.

Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.

Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.

On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.

Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.

When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.

Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.

Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.

Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.

You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.

He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.

Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...

WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.

When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.

NSFW below !

When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.

Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.

Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.

Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!

When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).

Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.

Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.

Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.

All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.

You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.

The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.

Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.

You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.

Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.

When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.

Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.

Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.

Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”

Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.

Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...

He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.

Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?

The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...

Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...

NSFW below !

You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.

Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.

Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.

Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.

After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.

When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.

Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.

Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.

The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.

Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.

He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.

Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”

When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.

His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.

His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.

He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.

He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.

The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.

After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.

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As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.

A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.

Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.

Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.

Bonus: he sings you to sleep.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.

No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.

Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.

The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.

Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.

Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.

Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.

When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.

Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.

Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.

Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.

He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.

When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.

Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.

Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.

The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.

The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.

After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.

You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.

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You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.

Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.

Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.

Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.

He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.

He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.

Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.

You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.

You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.

Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.

After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”

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chocodollxren · 2 years

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I loved the brother!vil + leona hcs!!! Would it be alright to ask for a part two with some comfort? (Maybe vil apologizes or takes it easy from now on? Or reader starts ignoring vil and stays with leona in savanaclaw? Just some ideas, you dont have to do them ofc)

thank you ❤️

so glad to hear you enjoyed the first part! ((: this is more focused on the emotional aspect of things? really wanted to make that a central point.

𓄹 ❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱❦ 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!𝘝𝘪𝘭 + 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢 ,,

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summary: after being taken to Savanaclaw, Leona allows you to take his room for the night as he disappears. in the morning, you find yourself being presented a form saying you’ve been allowed to transfer into the dorm. although you’re happy with it, some people aren’t. tws, swearing, body shaming, emotional manipulation, verbal manipulation. gn!reader.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ BROTHER!VIL + LEONA. ❞

rubbing your eyes, you groan as you try to adjust your eyes to the light, failing miserably. after several minutes of trying to wake up despite your body feeling heavy, everything hits you at once. this wasn’t your room, or Vil’s. you were in Savanaclaw. on top of all that, you cried your worries and frustration out into the arms of the man your own brother hated. you were very conflicted on how to feel. on one hand, you were gravely upset at Vil. you didn’t think you could forgive him in a long time, all your resentment had built and burst, destroying all your faith and hope in him. on the other, you were now in a mess you created and were in another person’s bed with puffy red eyes.

as you tried to think of what to do, you feel the room door open and sit up, fixing yourself. “good morning, Leona.” you swallowed as you met his gaze, an annoyed expression he tried to hide. walking over to you, he sat down on the bed beside you, handing you a piece of paper. “DORM TRANSFERAL.” the paper read. the contents were a blur as you tried to comprehend the situation. Leona had went out of his way to get you into Savanaclaw so you wouldn’t return to Pomefiore. you couldn’t believe this as your mouth opened from disbelief “Leona…?” you called his name, tilting your head to the side as you looked at him, making him groan and scratch the back of his neck.

“listen, herbivore. you’re not going back to those damn bastards back at that fucking pretty boy dorm your dumbass brother leads.” he said, you could tell he was trying to contain his anger. those words were the tip of the iceberg to the anger he felt. he knew what being second was. he knew what being in the shadow of another was like. he knew the feeling of never being able to have something you want, all too well. you were Vil’s shadow, he was the unwanted second prince. the only difference being Farena didn’t purposefully mock him for his every single move in life. regardless of who it was that mocked him, he at least had family.

although you desperately wanted to stay, you were scared. not just of Vil, but family. “my family would be upset.” you said, voice wavering and drifting off slightly in the end, it was something even you didn’t like. growling, he didn’t like that response. tugging you close, he placed a hand on your head. “if your family sides with that guy then i’m not letting them near you.” Leona said, tears forming at your eyes. how long had it been since anyone validated and noticed you, even to the point of saying they’d protect you from others who were breaking you down.

as you begun hiccuping, your phone rang and Vil’s number appeared at the top. taking your phone before you could, Leona hung up, proceeding to do that multiple times and eventually blocking the number, almost deleting. instead, he chose to read through the contents. the only conversations between the two of you were Vil asking you to be on time or pick him up something for him since his schedule wouldn’t allow it. the more he scrolled, the more annoying. this wasn’t a one time thing but built up over time. over a year’s worth of messages were him criticizing you for your looks, telling you to change your body constantly, telling you to fix your hair he called greasy, and telling you that you needed to do better so people would not laugh at him due to your looks.

you wanted to snatch your phone back but completely lacked energy. you couldn’t find it within you to defend the very man that made you miserable despite being family after crying it out. your parents had always told you since young to support your older brother and his career, yet did they ever ask you what you wanted? why do you care about them anymore? throughout the morning you realized you tried to rationalize with yourself to return to him or your prior dorm, but he was no longer your problem. you weren’t a burden to him anymore like this, you were finally noticed as a living and breathing human with emotions by someone who actually wanted you to be happy.

as you cried into Leona, letting everything out you begun to drown out all happy thoughts of your brother and remember all the resentment which piled up and let it burst again. meanwhile, Vil was frantically looking and calling for you even sending Rook out to find you. he was just about to march over to Savanavlaw to drag you back and talk about things when the headmaster called him. Vil felt his anger shatter as three words were muttered. Your sibling transferred. he couldn’t comprehend to how and why, why would Savanaclaw accept you? “headmaster,” Vil started but more and more of reality struck him. you were actually gone. his only sibling was gone, and that was due to his selfishness that was inexcusable, and there was no way for you to go back into Pomefiore unless you wanted to. he had to deal with the fact that you were so hurt by him and all of his words overtime that you left him.

“but how could this all be done in a night?” Vil was confused, he was sure he could of talked to you like always and be forgiven. in his pursuit of adoration by others he had lost his own family. Crowley shook his head, quiet before deciding to tell him, in a way, indirectly telling him how badly he fucked up. “mister Kingscholar had demanded a transfer last night when i was nearly sleeping. he had gotten mister Ashengrotto to help him with a transferal form and since i am very generous i helped approve the form early morning, a few hours ago.” did Leona actually ask for the help of that man? what a crazy thing to suggest. normally a transferal took weeks and all dorm heads, student, and principle consent. just what happened?

after the meeting, he rushed out of the office. you weren’t answering his calls so he would go in person. “Leona, thank you.” you managed through a choke sob, finally happy to have every single little thing out. from the way Vil made you do things you didn’t want because he liked it, the way you didn’t even like beauty, the way he never thanked you and more. every single thought of resentment towards your brother. you knew he’d apologize but also knew he wouldn’t change. Vil wouldn’t like losing. you knew he’d be upset, but blamed that he would be upset losing to Leona, rather than losing you as his sibling, or a person.

as you heard students groaning and screaming from a fight between your brother outside trying to speak to you, you involuntarily freeze despite your earlier rage. no matter how much you refuse to admit it, he still had an iron grip on you mentally that you knew if you spoke to him, you’d break even further. resentment doesn’t disappear over a singular outburst, neither does forgiveness begin after a single apology. Leona took to your aide and dealt with Vil, an intense screaming match as he was kicked out. your brother insisted you were just hurt within the moment and wanted you back, and he was there to apologize. Leona yelled jack-shit, he knew nothing and didn’t learn from all the years prior where he could of stopped. you’d heard them fight before but this was on a next level. “they’re not your family, stay out of this!”, to “stay out of this?! you would of left them on the streets crying if it were up to you. you probably woke up thinking they’d crawl back to you!” silence.

the room was filled with silence as everyone was done yelling, tired and exhausted. Leona was right and hit the nail on the coffin, your brother did expect you to run back. he couldn’t deny that after trying yesterday he gave up and decided you would find your way back and apologize, repeating your cycle. panting, he was thrown out by students who finally managed to grab him, you covered your ears in response and hugged a pillow trying to drown out the negative thoughts and hoped to focus on good ones.

“please, stop.” you muttered despite being alone. you were tired of yelling. although brief, those were a terrible five minutes. it was too late to beg for apologies, he had years to do that. it was too late to ask you to return, he didn’t even try that hard looking for you personally. it was too late to say he wouldn’t do it again, he had over chances after chances even if he just tried to find you last night to say sorry. it was too late to tell you he loved you as a little sibling. you were done. you were so drained of him that you couldn’t love him, your family, nor could you bring yourself to shed anymore tears over him. you felt miserable, but nothing exited. you cried until the point nothing would come out, and you likely wouldn’t be able to cry over him for a long while, someone you no longer cared about a very long time ago.

returning, Leona shut the door and pulled the pillow away, instead hugging you tightly while also covering your ears, trying to help you remove the bad thoughts and screams raging in your mind. an angry mixture of memories and feelings, mixed with the uncaring part that had completely given up and wants to ignore your past. “i really did like my brother,” you gripped onto Leona, pressing your face into his neck. “but i don’t want to anymore, i just can’t.” you said, you were no longer unsure that it was just a lingering thought or passing thought. you were positive it was the truth.

“you good, herbivore?” Leona sighed through frustration. it had been a long day which already begun. he already did more for you than he would for any regular person, and he knew things would only be more difficult from now on for classes. nonetheless, he was determined to at least stop Vil from convincing you to take him back, and to forgive him because he was only trying to be a “big brother” in his own way by criticizing you so harshly. you may be his sibling by blood, but that didn’t mean you’d have to side with and defend him anymore, he’d be sure of that. even if kids harassed you for it asking about the rumors, it’s not like anyone is going to fight the Savanaclaw dorm head.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWO || FOR MYSELF

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of violence and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 09 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.0k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : ryomen sukuna

↳ next episode : girl of steel

↳ barista’s notes : since you loved the first one so much, i decided to do episode two for you guys ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ also i am now addicted to genshin impact and right now, i am on adventure rank 19 and already cleared the ‘stormterror lair’ thing ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) and come again soon!

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’

3. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part three because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

4. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

“What’s the situation?”

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation of the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

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“Hey!’ the teacher cheerfully greeted while waving an arm to his student as a short greeting. “I wasn’t planning on coming, but man, you’re roughed up,” Gojo explained, before leaning forward as if he was taking a closer look at Fushiguro to which then caused lead to his hand to go into his pocket as he proceeded to pull out his mobile phone. “I should show the second years, face this way!” the sorcerer playfully stated as he began to take a multitude of photos of the ‘roughed up’ student, leading to the subject of his images to turn away while covering his face with his arm.

Looking at the scene with anxiety looming above you like a rainy cloud, you swiftly turned your head back to see if you could find a way out without both of them as well as Itadori noticing as they were distracted for the time being.

‘Shit, the only way I can escape is either jumping from this floor or going through the large gap behind me, but that’s gonna make them notice. What am I going to do?!’

“Ah! Miss, I know you are already there, so no need to escape!” Gojo suddenly stated, causing you to quickly turn back with widened eyes - surprised at the fact that he knew what was on your mind - to find the teacher waving at you with the same greeting he gave to Fushiguro as if he had known you for some time, like an old friend one would say.

‘Ah…..what a drag….’ you thought, as you then carefully picked up the katana that had landed in front of you when the curse was exorcised before slowly sliding it back into the casing that was behind your back.

“The higher-ups wouldn’t such up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing,” Gojo explained while looking down his phone like he was checking something when in your mind, you assumed that he was going through the photos that he took of Fushiguro due to his jolly smile that was displayed on his face.

‘Maybe, if you damn sorcerers got the cursed object sooner before the damn protective seal was ripped off, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS SITUATION!’ you argued in your head, as you slowly began to realise the reasonings why your mother never took a liking to the higher-ups, to begin with.

‘Those higher-ups are so useless, all they do is command other sorcerers to do their dirty work while acting if they are superior dear. If I could, I would kill all of them’

“So, did you find it?” the blindfolded teacher asked, as he looked up from his device only for your schoolmate to interrupt the sorcerer’s conversation as he raised up his hand in a guilty manner. “Um...Sorry, but I ate it,” Itadori confessed, as he then pointed to himself to emphasise the statement leading Fushiguro to look down to the floor in what seemed to be in shame while Gojo turned to look at Itadori with a shocked expression.

“For real?” Gojo asked, trying to make sure that it wasn’t some sort of joke.

“For real,” Itadori and Fushiguro answered simultaneously, confirming that it wasn’t a joke at all.

In a complete rage, you slowly made your way towards your schoolmate before grabbing his shoulders with as much might as you could as you then turned him around to face you.

“I don’t know who broke that damn seal I placed on that stupid little hut, but maybe if you haven’t taken that finger, we wouldn’t be in this situation where these two dumbass sorcerers would be in our lives right now!!” you screamed in frustration leading to the two mentioned sorcerers to look at you with dumbfounded looks painted on their faces while Itadori just peered at you with an extremely surprised expression.

During the school hours, Itadori had seen you a few times around the hallways and in his class when you had to collect something for another teacher. From what he could read off, you were the calm and collective type, someone who was on top of their academics while being able to maintain close relationships with other students between the three-years that Sugisawa Municipal Highschool offered. Even though you came off a bit blunt from time to time when calling something or someone a ‘drag’, the students liked that from you since that meant you were being honest to them as well as to yourself, just like the time when you surprised everyone when you rejected being part of the school’s council's committee much to the President’s begging.

“But...shouldn’t you like sorcerers since you seem like one?” Itadori questioned with a confused tone, leading you to look at him with a rather both understandable but irritated expression which caused him to be nervous somewhat due to you being out of character.

“Just because I am one, doesn’t mean I like any of them!” you counted back, as you pointed towards the direction of Fushiguro and Gojo before continuing with “it was such a drag when Fushiguro was here this afternoon and it’s more of one now that two of them are here!” as you then let go of his shoulders before turning away to lean against the crooked metal balcony to relax your vocal cords after screaming so much.

Taking the opportunity, Gojo leaned to the side as if he was inspecting Itadori like he was painting before coming closer to the teenage boy with his hand on his chin as if he was thinking what he could do now. “Hehe, damn, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious,” Gojo amusingly stated, causing you to turn back to look at the scene with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

‘What is hilarious about the situation right now? This isn’t something to find assuming Gojo’

“Anything off with your body?” Gojo questioned, after straightening his back leading itadori to inspect his body for a quick few seconds.

“Not particularly,” Itadori answered.

“Can you swap out with Sukuna?” Gojo then asked, leading you to then fully turn back to look at the special-grade sorcerer with extreme confusion and astonishment as you begin to wonder what hit Gojo’s head before coming here to the school.

“Sukuna?” Itadori confusingly stated as he looked at Gojo with a perplexed expression.

“The curse you stupidly ate,” you quickly answered, as you gave Itadori a serious glance before letting out a sigh of frustration leading Fushguro to quickly tug your arm as you dropped down to his height before you snatched your arm back, worried about what the Zenin relative would do to you.

“Oh…Yeah, I think I can do that,” Itadori clarified, as he placed his hand on his hip before giving a nod to emphasise this statement.

Stepping back, Gojo suddenly began to stretch in a weird position, which suddenly reminded you of a certain baseball player, but you couldn’t recall who before stating with confidence, “then give us ten seconds, once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

‘Great, I’m going to die young…” you jokingly thought, as you looked to the side with a grim look as if you were staring at the death ripper at this very moment in time.

“But..” Itadori wavered, as he started to be concerned about Gojo's request since he didn’t know what damage Sukuna could do or how the teacher was going to be at the end of it. “Don’t worry, I’m the strongest,” Gojo confidently stated, leading to another grim look to appear on your face, as you were getting annoyed at his constant confidence even though you knew he had the right to be.

“Megumi, hold on to this,” Gojo demanded before throwing the bag towards his student, leading to the catcher to catch it with his hands before looking down on the paper bag with curiosity.

“Megumi?” you quietly questioned as you suddenly discovered that the sorcerer next to you had a feminine name - since it was quite rare to hear a male have a name that was generally used for the female gender.

“What is this?” Fushiguro asked before his teacher stretched his arms right in front of both of you before answering, “Kikufuku from Kikusuian! It’s Sendai’s speciality, and it’s super good! I recommend the zunda and cream flavour!”

‘So...this man bought mochi when people here were dying, ah...that was dumbass~’

“It’s not a souvenir, I’m going to eat it on the bullet train home,” Gojo stated as if he needed an explanation for his actions. However, what got your full attention was the black markings that were gradually coming onto Itadori’s skin before he suddenly jumped up into the air while Gojo was still explaining his reasoning for this purchase.

“Uh Oh~” you commented, as you stared at the sky with widened eyes before Fushiguro screamed for his teacher’s attention at the curse directing an attack from behind. However, it seemed like his teacher wasn’t fazed on second as he continued explaining the reason why he bought the mochi, “Kikufuku’s not like other souvenirs…”

‘I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WASN’T A SOUVENIR!’ you screamed in your mind before ducking your head down as Itadori’s body finally crashed back to the ground, trying to make sure that the debris didn’t blind you at all. Quickly looking back up to check what was happening, you suddenly came into eye to eye contact with a bright shade of ruby mixed with a hint of malevolence. You came to the realisation that it was Sukuan who was now in front of you while Gojo was casually sitting on his hack like a horse.

“And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite..” Gojo continued talking, causing you to give off a confused expression on what really was going on inside the special-grade sorcerer’s mind and what his main priority was right now. Suddenly, Sukuna made a 180 degree turn to aim for another attack, yet the second Gojo clasped his hands together, he once again missed and as well as the other attacks he tried to execute.

Unexpectedly, Gojo appeared behind Sukuna’s back before leaning back to say something within his ear, “my student and a little sorcerer’s watching, so I’m going to show off a little.” Instantaneously, Gojo disappeared once again before grabbing the curse vessel’s arm as he then processed to hit Sukuna’s face with his arm, leading to Itadori’s body to slightly fling itself up in the air.

‘What is he manipulating? Time? No, that’s not it….is it like a vacuum? But that means he would be controlling empty space with no particles…’

Suddenly, you slightly noticed the slight manipulated on the air as Gojo’s arm begins to swing leading you to come to the conclusion that Gojo’s cursed technique might be the control of space at an atomic level, leading to a massive pressure to hit the King of Curses as his body smashed into the only part of metal railing that wasn’t bent.

“For crying out loud, you jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna declared as he, once again, jumped into the air while somehow carrying massive pieces of the broken wall along with him before slamming down at Gojo’s direction. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me,” Sukuna arrogantly stated, with a smirk on his face as some of the windows processed to smash.

However, the second the thin debris started to clear up, Sukuna’s expression quickly twisted into shock as a brightly lit barrier enclosed his opponent, yet he wasn’t the one that had a surprised expression on his face. Turning back around, Gojo found you kneeling next to Fushguro with a flat palm on the ground as your curse energy flowed down to the ground as if the box just didn’t just end on the ground that they were standing on right now.

“This is such a drag,” you muttered before standing up straight as you observed the walls making sure that there wasn’t a single crack when the rocks could have hit. “Seven, eight, nine, ten,” you counted and right on time there was a sudden change in curse energy pressure around you leading you to come to the conclusion that Itadori was now switching back, surprising Sukuan once again at the circumstances that he was in.

“Oh, was everything okay?” Itadori innocently asked, one the marking disappearing leading you to undo your curse spell as the walls slowly started to fade away with little blue parts flying away like they were little fireflies.

“I’m shocked, you really can control it!” Gojo cheered while Fushiguro looked onto the scene with such surprise and confusion on what was happening.

“He’s kind of annoying, though,” Itadori commented as he continuously smacked his head, “I can hear his voice.”

‘And is smacking your head gonna make it better, idiot?’

“It’s a miracle that’s all he’s doing,” Gojo stated, with a smirk on his face as he began to walk towards Itadori before suddenly placing his middle and index finger on the salmon-haired forehead, causing Itadori to freeze for a second before giving in to the suddenly unconscious feeling empowering his body to which lead to his falling within the teacher’s arms.

“What did you do?” Fushiguro asked with slight worry in his tone.

“Knocked him out,” Gojo then answered. “If he isn’t possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel,” the white-haired sorcerer explained as he then turned to his student with a question in mind.

“Now, I have a question for you, what should we do with him and the little miss, who is trying to run away?”

Confused, Fushiguro turned around, only to find you with your back turned to both of them as your foot halted the second his teacher had mentioned you. Turning back around Fushiguro then looked at his teacher with a serious expression displayed on his face, “even if he is a vessel, jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed. However, I don’t want to let him die!”

“Your personal feelings?” Gojo playful asked his student with a smirk on his face before Fushguro quickly answered, “yes, please do something about this.”

“Hehe~ Now it’s a request from a previous student,” Gojo stated, as he proceeded to lift up the unconscious teenager onto this shoulder. “Leave it to me! But also, what do you want to do with Miss runaway?” Gojo commented, once again leading you to halt your movement as you surprisingly made some distance between you and the two sorcerers now staring at your back.

‘Ah…..caught again…..’

Turning around, you looked towards the two sorcerers with a nonchalant expression displayed before giving them the hand gesture of ‘shooing them away. “There’s nothing you got to do with me, take Itadori and make sure to do what you’re planning to do, don’t drag me into your mess,” you commented, as you turned around once again, only to find the infamous sorcerer to be standing right in front of you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Come on~ Jujtutsu Tech is so much fun, you get to make a few friends and you get to bug Megumi!” Gojo cheerfully tried to persuade you, only for you to scoff in annoyance at this futile attempt to invite you to the school that your mother informed you all about.

“I rather not be near anyone belonging with the three clans,” you irritatedly declared as you placed your hand on your hip trying to keep a distance between you and the teacher. However, this statement of yours caused Gojo and Fushiguro to look at you with surprise painted on their faces. How much did you know about the Jujutsu world? How did you have the acknowledgement of the three great families? Who were you and how much you had the strength to stop Sukuna’s attack within a millisecond?

“L/N!” Fushiguro stated, leading you to turn to him with an angered expression on your face which caused Gojo to peer at you with seriousness clouding his entire body.

“L/N huh?” Gojo curiously questioned, “no wonder your curse technique is familiar to what those old documents have told.”

Taken back to his discovery, you turned back to look at Gojo will a deadpan expression leading him to then carefully suggest, “Since you are part of the lost L/N clan, I won’t tell the higher-ups about your existence but rather have you twist your name slightly when you enrol, how does that sound?”

Glancing at the teacher with suspicion, you tried to hide the gut-wrenching feeling that there was not a possible chance of you now escaping from this. You had been caught and found and there was no way to lie yourself out of this situation you were in, not when Gojo had discovered who you really were while Fushiguro seemed to look clueless on what was going on between his teacher and the female sorcerer in front of him.

Letting out a sigh of frustration once again, you looked up at the sky, letting the same moonlight bathe your face as it did for Sukuna a few minutes ago.

“What a drag”

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 3

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst! Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines

Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN!!!! Y'all enjoy this now, because it's only gonna get so much more angstier soon. -Thorne

Set Three Months After PT. 2:

She didn’t have to look up to know who entered the shop, because his voice carried over the air. “Melisandre!”

Humming, she immediately plated a pastry and a hot coffee, sliding it on the counter just as he sat down. “Good morning, Wally,” she greeted, watching him take a bite. “Right on time, as always.”

He smiled, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. “Morming Merisamdmur,” he replied, and she rolled her eyes with a snort.

“Jeez Wally, didn’t your mom teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

Shrugging, he swallowed and said, “I was trying to be polite.”

“I think it’s more polite to chew with your mouth closed and speak after you swallow.”

They glared at each other before one of them cracked a smile and they fell into laughter. She tossed a napkin his way. “How’s your day going so far?”

Wally groaned and laid his head on the cool marble countertop. “I’ve got so much to do today, it’s not even funny.”

“Well, well, Wally the procrastinator is finally feeling his toes at the fire, huh?” She ignored his glare. “What do you have to do?”

“Barry needs my help with my cousins and my friends are coming over today to hangout and I haven’t bought any food or drinks for that and I have yet to even start cleaning my house.”

She giggled and reached over, patting his head sympathetically. “There, there, Wally. Everything will be alright. Why don’t you just bring your cousins over to your house and watch them while you hang out with your friends?”

“Because my cousins are annoying and I’m not subjecting my friends to that,” he countered and propped his chin on his palm. “Unless…”

She cocked a brow and waited for him to continue and he offered, “You come over with my cousins and help me watch them?”

“No.”

“What! Why?”

“Well for starters, I don’t know your friends and it would be weird for me to just show up.” She countered.

“They’ll like you though!” he cried, and his hand shot out, wrapping around hers. “Please, Melisandre!”

“Wally, I’ll just watch your cousins at my apartment and Iris can just come get them later, that’ll be easier and won’t force me to sit in a group of people who don’t know me.” He tried to speak but she tossed another napkin, hitting him in the face. “I’m watching Dawn and Don so you and your friends can hang out without being bothered, and that’s final.”

His face pinched. “You sure you can keep up with them?”

Something passed between them and she quirked a brow. “I can keep up with you, can’t I, Wally?”

Wally chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a fair point.” He glanced at her. “They would like you though.”

She ignored the comment in favor of, “Tell me about them. What are they like?”

He inhaled sharply and took a moment to think. “Donna’s strong willed, Roy’s loud, Lilith likes to get in your head, Garth is easy to annoy, and Dick’s kinda the glue that keeps us together.”

“Dick? He get that from Richard by asking nicely?”

Wally barked a laugh. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna tell him you said that.” He nodded. “But yeah, his name is Richard Grayson, but he goes by Dick.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of her head and she was lucky that Wally was looking at his watch then.

Don’t ask. Don’t do it. Leave it alone.

But she couldn’t stop herself.

“Richard Grayson?” she feigned. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Wally met her eyes. “Bruce Wayne.”

She snapped her fingers. “Right! The ward.” Wiping the counter, she added, “I heard they added a new addition to that family too. A daughter, right? Cassie? Cassidy?”

“Cassandra,” Wally corrected. “Yeah, that’s Dick’s new sister.” He put his elbows on the counter. “She’s nice, doesn’t talk a lot though.”

“The quiet one, then?”

He laughed. “Of them all.”

Don’t dig any deeper, (Y/N). Keep your fucking mouth shut and let it go.

“I always wondered what happened to that other daughter he had,” she murmured, and Wally’s face blanched like he’d witnessed a murder.

“What?”

She met his gaze. “He had another daughter. I think her name was (Y/N).”

He swallowed thickly. “He does.”

“Does? She’s still around?”

“Yeah, she’s in some Italian villa.”

“Wait really? I thought she died or something?”

“What? No! She left—” Wally snapped his mouth shut like he was about to reveal a secret, but she knew anyways. “She left and went to Europe for a mental retreat.” He finalized and she wondered if that was the story Dick told him to say if anyone asked. Or maybe it was Bruce.

“It’s been like three years now, right? You’d think she’d post something on social media.”

“The whole point of a mental retreat, Melisandre, is to get away from social media.”

Oh please, I know plenty of elite who do that shit and still post crap on their socials.

“There’s no way that girl hasn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

She scoffed. “Oh please, she’s the daughter of a multi-billionaire. There’s no way a girl that wears Gucci belts and carries Prada purses keeps herself off social media.”

Wally’s eyes narrowed like he was thinking hard about something and she internally cursed.

Oh, smooth move you dumbass.

She coughed and waved a hand. “Well, it’s all theory anyway.”

After a moment, he nodded. “Yeah…theory.” Wally got to his feet and handed her the empty plate. “I should go ahead and get back to my place and clean up before they get here.”

“Have fun,” she smiled, and he grabbed her arm.

“Take a pic with me.”

“What? Why?”

“So, I can tell my friends about you and prove I’m not lying.” He pouted. “Pretty please, Melisandre?”

Don’t do it. Dick will know. You know he’ll know.

She smiled despite her internal thoughts. “Sure.”

Wally grinned and raised the camera where she was in the background. She threw up a peace sign and gave a cheesy grin, momentarily blinded by the flash of the camera.

She spun and filled a bag with pastries then handed it to him. “Here, so you can give even more proof.”

Wally took the bag and hopped onto the counter, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Melisandre!” And he was dashing out the door.

You’ve ruined it all. This is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And it’s going to come quicker than you think.

She frowned and wiped down the counter again, trying to ignore her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe, it wouldn’t.

***

Waving Barry and Iris off, she smiled as the twins climbed into the backseat of their car and the taillights signaled their departure. She closed the door behind her and glanced at the mess the two tornadoes had left. Even for the little she had in her apartment, they sure did know how to make a mess.

She sighed as she bent over to pick up one of the cushions when her doorbell rang and she stood up, confusion coming over her as she made her way to the door.

“Hello?” she asked, and a muffled voice echoed from the other side.

“Melisandre, it’s me, Wally. Can I come in?”

She opened the door, surprised to see him. “Wally? What are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends?”

“Yeah, I told them I had to do something really quickly,” he said as entered her apartment. He took a moment to examine her living room. “Man, Dawn and Don did a number here, didn’t they?”

She chuckled. “We had fun building forts.” Nudging him in the side, she added, “I don’t mind the mess.” She looked at him. “Do your friends know? About you being…you know?”

He nodded. “We’re all special in some way.”

Understatement there, Wally.

“So, why tell them you need to do something then come to me? Is everything alright?”

Busying herself with the couch cushions, she waited for him to explain, but nothing could’ve prepared her for his words.

“It will be once I get to the bottom of it…(Y/N).” She froze for a split second, but it was all he needed. “It really is you, isn’t it?”

(Y/N) stood upright and gazed at him. “When did you know?” Her voice was a lot colder than she meant for it to be.

“I had suspicion for a while, but when I showed the picture to everyone, Dick said it looked like you.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I thought I did a good job changing my appearance from three years ago.”

Wally didn’t laugh, he merely gaped at her. “Why?”

“Why what?” (Y/N) knew what he was referring to.

“Why’d you just leave?” He took a step towards her. “Do you have any idea what your family has gone through since you disappeared on them? The grief? The shame?”

She shrugged. “I explained everything in the letter I wrote my dad, Wally. There’s no reason why they should still be concerned with me.”

“They love you!” he shouted, taking her by surprise. “They love and miss you so much!”

“My family ignored me for eighteen years straight, Wally!” She yelled right back. “What was I supposed to do? Sit and pretend being forgotten was all normal?!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shove at his chest. “I chose to leave because my next choice was taking a swan dive off Wayne Enterprises!”

His eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I left because the only person who cared about me, was me.” She turned and fixed the final couch cushion while he watched her do so.

“They’re still looking for you, you know. Dick is always staring at his phone hoping there’s a text from Jason or Tim that they’ve found a sign of you.”

(Y/N) sighed. “If you’re trying to guilt trip me, Wally, it’s not going to work.” She shot him a glare. “I got over the fucking guilt the second the flight to Central took off. I got over the fucking guilt the night I laid in a hotel room bed curled into a ball where I cried myself to sleep. I got over the fucking guilt the moment I realized I’ve done so much better on my own than when I was there.”

She marched up to him and got in his face. “I got over the fucking guilt when I realized Barry and Iris Allen were more of a family than four brothers and dad ever were.”

They glared at each other and finally, she let out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already started a new life here and I have no plans of ever going back.”

“At a college that doesn’t have a real name. You know that’s illegal, right?”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What’re you gonna do, Wally? March into four-C and tell them Bruce Wayne’s daughter is going to school under a false name? We both know you wouldn’t.”

“I’ll tell Dick,” he suddenly shot back, and she went rigid.

“You wouldn’t dare,” (Y/N) threatened and he took a step towards her, getting nose to nose with her.

“Try me.”

They stared one another down and she said, “I think you need to leave, Wally West.��

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He spun on his heel and marched to the door, but stopped when she questioned,

“Are you really going to tell him?”

Wally gazed at the ground for a moment then he murmured, “…No…it’s not my place to.”

(Y/N) swallowed and nodded. “Thank yo—”

“Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I’m lying to my best friend about knowing the real location of his baby sister he misses dearly.”

She looked away. “Cassandra is his baby sister now. He should focus on her.”

“You really have no idea about what they feel for you, do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, and she grunted.

“Get out, Wally.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gone,” he spat, slamming the door behind him, hard enough that it shook the walls that held the doorframe.

(Y/N) stared at the door for a few moments then cursed sharply and collapsed onto her couch, eyes directed to the ceiling. Three years down the drain in one conversation.

Way to go, (Y/N). You did a spectacular job of keeping it all under wraps.

She groaned and picked herself off the couch, not caring about the mess as she headed to bed. She’d deal with it all in the morning.

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ok but I read games and I am ADDICTED and I just thought I could maybe request something like-

Eren meeting the reader through a simple comment and a timeskip to them being v close until they eventually end up in a fight because reader was ranting to eren about how perfect their crush (who is actually eren) is and him just exploding and them getting into a fight until the reader eventually goes "that person is you, dumbass!" Or smth like that and from there it all just turns into a lot of kisses and smut👀

only if you're comfy/in the mood of writing smth like this tho! just had this random thought last night and thought I'd request a little erenxfembodiedreader

Anyway have a nice day, night, afternoon, morning, you're amazing :D

Oh my gosh, this is my first request ever and I am so incredibly excited to write this and I really hope I did good in writing something you would want. Thank you so much for submitting this request, please feel free to send more! I love writing fanfics of any aot character and will do my absolute best to embody them in these. Sorry for the long wait, when I say the last chapter had me all the way FUCK3D up. EreMika is canon and I haven't been able to stop saying "He loved her, oh my god he loved her" in that "and they were roommates" vine way because that's my coping mechanism and it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I give you-

"Assumptions."

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!reader

TW: nsfw, smut, angst, jealously, swearing, yelling, a bit of fluff, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of sexism, eren being denser than a rock, Levi having health issues because he's old

Other: aot world if the mess of season four never happened and eren didn't fall to sad bitch hours, reader is a regular girl with family issues, all characters are over 18, Erwin never died and Floch never went insane

It wasn't that Eren hated going into town, but he wasn't exactly used to going to town alone. He always had Mikasa and Armin flanking either side of him but since the discovery of the world outside the walls and the decreased threat of titans, scouts were needed more than ever in the recovery of the lost districts. Mikasa was the second strongest soldier alive and Armin was expected to take after Erwin. Eren was useful when it came to being the one who possessed the attack and founder titan, but lately there was no big threats that required his titan abilities.

That didn't stop Hange from poking him, nor did it stop Captain Levi from keeping him busy with even the most minimalist of tasks. Today was no different and when the options were given to him and Jean, who was still asleep in his bunker, on shoveling horse shit or going into town to stock up on supplies and check to ensure all market suppliers weren't being capitalist pigs to the local vendors, Eren all but hauled ass through the door, hand swiping the grocery list off the table and yelling, "Good luck Jean-boy!"

Everything seemed to be going just fine, none of the local vendors had any troubles and most seemed happier with the drastic improvements of the living situations for Eldians. The fear of being eaten any day now or losing a loved one to war had seemed to be the driving force that had led to problems before. Some people recognized Eren, but no one seemed to want to approach him. He had had encounters with people who thought of him as a god, but he usually ignored them or kept a level-headed composure. Despite knowing that he had a power no one else had, outside of being a titan-shifter, Eren didn't really know what he had to offer. Armin was smart, Mikasa was strong, and he couldn't exactly claim titan-shifter seeing that Armin was also the colossal and Ymir had been the jaw.

He let out a sigh, kicking a rock in his path and silently yearning for something beyond his knowledge. Despite knowing that he was never really alone, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He had never given much thought to settling down, with the clock running out on him he often thought what was even the point? He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep being a soldier or if he wanted to go back home one day, he didn't really try to dwell on the future, content with being in the present and having Mikasa always on the verge of tears when she was reminded that he would one day die, didn't really give him room to think of much else.

You weren't oblivious to the tales and rumors that went around the town about the scouts and their secret weapon in the form of a shapeshifting man and how him and his comrades were able to plug the hole in the wall of a district your family had come from long ago. Your father had long since escaped the walls of Maria before it fell, he made an honest living being a construction man, and your mother was a nurse who happened to catch his eye when he had a roofing accident. They built a life for themselves within Wall Rose. You weren't the richest family, nor did you have a name that was well known. Nonetheless, you were all hard working. Your brothers worked for the respect they got, one being a weapon maker and the other being a bar keeper was enough for the part of town you were in. Even their wives did well for themselves in being a seamstress and bar waitress. As the youngest, you were loved and cared for. You weren't the most beautiful girl in town, but you turned heads nonetheless, well until one of your brothers decided to glare or promptly hit whoever doted on you too long for their liking.

The people who knew you, thought you were trouble. Mostly the elders spewed of you and your ways of thinking being a disgrace to everything Eldians stood for and bringing only shame to your gender, you were a woman ahead of her time and they couldn't stand it. Like your mother you had entered the medical field, but even when you were small you claimed you would be a doctor one day. You shadowed and worked under the supervision of the town's doctors. Many amused at your antics, some who didn't care about you being a girl and just grateful to leave such responsibility on someone who was genuine in the intent, and others not caring one way or another and not willing to hear your screeching pleads to observe what they did. Your mom had spoken with you more than once about settling with being a doctor's aide, today being no different and you let out a sigh as you looked to your mother's pained expression.

"I just don't understand why you insist on making your life so difficult? It was bad enough when you proudly exclaimed your goals in front of the entire church, but now this?"

You could only look away, looking towards the fields where you saw your third brother grooming the horses. You hadn't said anything bad, you were approached with a job offer that would give you the title and respect you had been desperately craving, and it would bring greater honor to your family...or so you thought before your mother reacted the opposite in which you hoped.

"I will not have any daughter of mine chasing dreams and fantasies off in some other place where no one can protect you. This is a suicide mission and I for one will not stand by and watch you march forward to your downfall."

Your father stood behind your mother, not really saying anything and not even looking at you. You felt especially bad for the commander and captain who stood on either side of you and were bearing witness to the absurd exchange between your family.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, you have to know that if Y/N were to accept this offer, she would never be in the front lines. We have bases located all throughout the walls and she would do what she did best and be our primary doctor." Commander Erwin spoke with such calm words, his demeanor kind and patient.

"So you expect me to let her run off with a bunch of men whose brains are broken from the wars they fought and not worry? She is not even married!"

You grit your teeth so hard upon hearing that, you were sick of the standards put forth on you since your birth. You were sick of the expectations you were in no hurry to reach and you were especially tired of the lack of faith your family had in you to be independent and strong. Your fists clenched and you felt a steady gaze on you.

"I'm not an expert or anything on parenting, nor will I act as if I am, but instead of yelling at her, why don't you try asking your daughter what she wants to do?" You didn't silence the gasp you released, looking at Captain Levi in confusion and admiration.

All eyes turned to you, your mother crossing her arms as if asking you to try and defy her. Erwin looked a bit expectedly and Levi looking indifferent to the entire conversation. It was your father who beat you to it before you could even open your mouth to answer.

"You have a choice, my daughter. If you choose to stay, you'll make your mother and brothers happy. You can continue to help people but you will never be acknowledged as a doctor...but you'll have your family. Or you can choose to leave and live your life to your own accord, but you will lose the respect of the town and your mother will never speak to you again. Are you willing to put yourself above your family?" You expected this from your father, always neutral and never judgmental, what he was saying was true after all. Were you willing to lose your family over your dreams? Would you be able to survive on your own with only the scouts to rely on?

Your head was hurting and your frustration only grew when your brothers decided to come home and after your mother wailing at them about your plans to leave, they were quick to overwhelm you with their own opinions. The commander and captain apologized but they had to leave and return to headquarters.

"Take your time on making your decision. We will come back in a few days for your answer." Commander Erwin told you, giving you a smile as he continued, "I know its a lot to ask you to choose us over your flesh and blood, but if you do. You have my promise that we will protect you, and we may never be able to fully replace your family in your heart, but the scouts will be a family on its own for you."

"Tch," Captain Levi shook his head, "Look brat, you will see and do things that you won't always like. People will die no matter how hard you try to save them, but call Erwin and Hange delusional--they see something in you. Don't walk into this half-assed, if you choose to be our doctor and you choose to take on the title and everything it carries with it, you have to dedicate your heart."

You only nodded. Two days had passed as you walked through the market, the small basket in your hands carried apples and some citrus fruits. Your mother still wasn't talking to you and your brothers seemingly assumed you wouldn't be leaving, only your father knew how frantic your mind was, and one morning he admitted that he would be delighted to have at least one of his children carry the family name on a military standing. So you had his support.

You even spoke to the animal doctor you had been shadowing for the past few weeks, his eyebrows had rose in an impressed matter and he promptly asked when you would be leaving.

"I haven't made a decision, yet." You said.

"You would be an idiot not to take it." Was all he replied before asking you to give the cattle their medicine.

Idiot, huh? You wondered. You knew deep down he was right. Your mind continued to play in endless loops of thought before you heard a commotion to your right. Turning your head you saw a group of men, their huddling seemed a bit more frantic and it was not until one of them yelled that you noticed one man in particular on his knees.

"Help! Someone call a doctor!"

The man on the floor was bleeding rather profusely and you didn't have time to question what happened before you quickly made way.

"Sir, let me see."

"Hey! Woman don't touch him!"

"Make yourself useful and go get a doctor! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I am a doctor." You calmly said, inspecting the gash on his side and seeing the edge of what appeared to be a broken pipe sticking out from the building behind them. The drips if bloods glistening in the sun only confirmed what you thought.

"We were-" The injured man rasped out, "Just horsing around."

"It's okay." You reassured, grabbing a roll of gauze and stack of medical napkins you always kept in your basket. You apologized before applying pressure to the wound, and you heard the patter of rushing feet.

"A doctor is on his way! A real one!" One of the men sneered, and you did your best not to roll your eyes and focus on stopping the bleeding. You asked the man to lie on his back and he surprisingly complied, he didn't seem to care about you being a girl and only seemed thankful to not be alone and scared.

"Do you hear that? Move before you kill him!" The first man hollered, the hand on your shoulder causing you to sharply inhale.

"Excuse me for one moment." You told the man, and you were quick as you hand shot up to grip the disrespectful ass by his wrist and twist it in one fluid motion, you wasted no time in using the building wall as leverage, quickly running up and using his weight to stabilize yourself before you roundhouse kicked him so hard it sent both of you flying back. You landed on one foot, balancing yourself before going back to the patient.

You couldn't deny how satisfying it was to hear the impact, or the groan of pain coming from him. Your eyes met the others.

"If any of you touch me, I'll do exactly what I did to your buddy there, but ten times worse. Now shut the hell up and let me save this man."

Eyes widely stared at you as you resumed caring for the injured, a few minutes passed by the time the doctor got there.

"Oh!" His eyebrows rose, "Hello Y/N, didn't expect to see you here. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left the hospital on its own."

"Hi Dr. Goodwin," You looked up, two fingers on the injured man's wrist and the other held up four fingers from your counting. You blushed slightly from his confidence in you and you noticed the men who bullied you all sport faces of confusion.

"His pulse is stable. I wrapped the wound tightly, but he needs stitches."

"Thank you, miss." The injured man grabbed your hand and you smiled in return.

"Don't mention it."

"Actually, it's Dr. Y/L/N." Dr. Goodwin said, seeing your eyes widen and the smile he gave only made your heart swell that much more.

The doctor nodded, thanking you before asking his helpers to load him to the small gurney they brought. He could only thank you briefly before you waved them off. The other guys had stayed back, eyes wide in disbelief that the doctor not only recognized you, but acknowledged your work.

"Are you a nurse or something?"

"Are you morons deaf? Did you not hear Dr. Goodwin? I'm a doctor too."

The leader seemed to recover from the kick you gave him earlier as his lip curled in an ugly matter, "What kind of sick joke is that? No such thing as a woman doctor."

"Obviously there is if I'm standing right in front of you. Or did my kick knock a few more scews loose?"

Eren was walking buy, noticing the commotion from afar and as a soldier, his instincts to provide help in dire situations kicked in. He elbowed his way to the front. Seeing you standing defiantly in front of five tall muscular men. He stepped forward as the main leader got in your face, but when you shifted your foot, he seemed to coil back. Eren noticed a giant welt on one side of his face and wondered how the hell he got such an ugly bruise. It didn't stop their onslaught.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you could do whatever the fuck you want?"

"Because in this world, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I please." Eren watched as your eyes narrowed in further defiance, the smile on your face sickeningly sweet and all he could think about was how he had never seen such a woman.

You hadn't even noticed the audience that gathered, you side stepped the group of men, going as far as waving a goodbye with a breathy giggle, you picked up your basket. You had a small hop to your step and despite not caring to even spare a glance to the onlookers, your eyes met a pair of pretty green ones. The prominent bone structure made you think, "Wow."

However, the tall muscular body you did a once over on had you follow that thought with, "Oh damn."

Eren seemed dumbfounded, your obviousness in checking him out made him flush. He had never felt self-conscious over his body. He knew even before he hit puberty that he would do well to grow muscles and abs, the necessary type of figure to have if one were to be a soldier of the scouts. He knew it was also something some females found attractive in the opposite sex but it's not like he ever had time to date much less dwell on what girls liked. Seeing the way you looked at him though, he couldn't deny that he silently hoped for your approval.

When you finally met his eyes once more, you had him floored when he saw you drop a wink at him.

The crowd murmuring as they watched you go made his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stepped to one of the members and demanded an explanation.

"Honestly, the little lady was crazy! She came in here claiming to be a doctor and helped patch up a guy who got cut by the pipe over there. Instead of waiting for a real doctor, she made a whole fuss."

"Where's the guy?"

"Dr. Goodwin picked him up. That doctor is mad too, he also said she was a doctor, but that's ridiculous. No woman can be a doctor. That's so many levels of wrong."

Eren felt the urge to punch the man in the mouth, but one glance at the ugly bruise his friend sported reminded him,

"What happened to your face?"

The leader grumbled a bunch of profanities, "That little bitch. I tried to get her off before she messed the guy up anymore and she kicked me."

"In your face?" Eren sounded impressed, and he was when he received a nod of confirmation.

He looked to the direction which you disappeared in and said fine words to the group, "Whether you men like it or not. The world is changing, everyone is free to be who they want. If women can join the military no problem, they can be doctors too."

He saluted before rushing off, not hearing the mutters of annoyance from the men. In all honestly, Eren had no clue on what he was doing.

You were scrubbing off the blood from under your fingernails near a fountain when you hear the shuffle of feet from behind you. You silently hoped it wasn't any of those morons asking for more trouble, but you were pleasantly surprised when your eyes met a pair of green ones from before.

"I'm Eren." You smiled at him, nodding and your smile turned quirked when he stuttered in, "Yeager. Eren Yeager."

Hmm, you had thought, His name suits him. You studied his demeanor, not missing the gear strapped to either sides of his hips or the green hood covering his shoulders. You knew immediately that he was a scout and you wondered if he knew Captain Levi. Before you got the courage to ask him, he beat you to it.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier? Do you really think that? That we're all free to do anything we want here?"

You smiled as you nodded, walking towards a vendors stand and Eren fell into step beside you, you felt nervous around him, but also safe with his company. He watched you as you picked up another apple to inspect.

"We have laws and rules though...so we're not technically all the way free?"

"I'm free to be me, just as you are free to be you...Eren...Yeager."

It was the way the sun hit your face in that moment, highlighting your strong cheekbones and giving a special glint in your eyes that made Eren want to hear your thoughts more. He spent the rest of the day asking you questions, never satisfied with the small responses you gave him and he even walked you home. The mean glare from your mother confused him beyond belief and it was your father's words that made you gasp in surprise that night.

"He's the titan shifter, the one who helped plug up wall Rose."

Your face had turned red in embarrassment, you were talking so casually to a literal titan and you even flirted with him. He even held your basket the entire trip to your house and you didn't even consider how informal you acted with your skirt. You had hitched one of them up your thigh to get better footing and hadn't missed the way Eren blushed at seeing so much skin. You knew the girls in the scouts wore pants, but even then they kept covered.

You were certain Eren wanted nothing else to do with a girl who held little to no morals, but you were caught by pleasant surprise when you saw him with Erwin and Levi the next day in town.

His eyes had immediately found yours and you didn't miss the blush on his cheeks as he gave you a small wave. You couldn't but laugh when Captain Levi suddenly kicked him.

"Who's got you turning red brat?"

"Uh-it's nothing, captain."

He didn't look convinced as you gathered the courage to approach. Erwin acknowledged your presence which Eren was grateful for, but his eyebrows still came down in confusion on how the commander knew your name.

"Y/N!" Erwin gave a polite smile which you returned, "So great to see you. We were actually just about to stop by your house."

"Really? What a coincidence, I was hoping to stop by headquarters today as well." Your smile was bright, and by the way the air around you seemed cheerful, Erwin returned your energy.

"Bearing good news I hope?" He still hesitantly asked.

You nodded as you laughed, "I would love to accept the offer if it still stands."

"Of course it does," Captain Levi scoffed, his arms were folded across his chest. You noted for the first time the soft grey color of his eyes and despite the deep scowl he was currently showing, he had chubby cheeks that made you want to squish, "We wouldn't be coming all this way for nothing."

"I thought we were coming to collect a new scout, Captain Levi." Eren asked, you felt yourself blush in realization that he had no clue it was actually you they were referring to.

"We are," Levi grabbed you by your arm and yanked you towards him as he pointed at you while looking at Eren like he was an idiot, "Meet the scout's new doctor. Dr. Y/L/N meet Eren-"

"Yeager." You finished, smiling towards Eren, "We've met."

Erwin and Levi exchanged looks as they watched you and Eren smiled at each other like a pair of idiots, the realization dawning over them and Erwin couldn't fight the smirk that crossed his face. Small world, he thought.

Six months had passed since the first fateful encounter you had with Eren. You had long since moved out of your home and besides the occasional secret letter from your father, you hadn't heard nor seen the rest of your family since your decision to become a doctor for the scouts.

It was a transition to go through as you lost one family and gained a new one, but everyone was so accepting and welcoming. The girls welcomed you with open arms, most notably was Sasha whose habit of eating everything and anything brought her to the infirmary on more than one occasion, Connie usually followed right behind her with a minor injury resulting from his carelessness. You had met Floch when he brought Jean in from a sparring session gone wrong and he immediately took a liking to you. Your level-headedness was like a breath of fresh air to him as he was constantly sorrounded by people he thought were idiots. Jean liked your confidence (The fact that you were easy on the eyes, didn't hurt either), Mikasa respected the way you didn't hesitate to put people in their place, and Armin admired that despite your obvious toughness, you were a kind and patient doctor who never turned anyone away. You were diligent and hard-working, yet your smile was always able to uplift any sour mood and you always put your best foot forward. The one time he had puked all over your hospital floor from eating too much undercooked meat was embarrassing for him, he thought for sure you were going to be angry and call him an idiot. Instead, you took his temperature, put a cold cloth on his head (despite his titan status guaranteeing a speedy recovery), and started a healthier diet plan for him. Armin was scheduled a weekly checkup with you, partly to ensure he was listening and partly for you to study him a bit more. Your research on the titan's ability to regenerate and recover from even the worst injuries was fascinating for you, you hoped to isolate the genes and figure out a way to maybe trigger it in regular Eldians without setting off the titan ability, the fact that Eren made it a habit to accompany Armin didn't hurt either.

Eren had grown attached to you, whenever he wasn't busy or in need of a place to hide from Captain Levi's wrath or Hange's insistence to poke and prod him, he would be hanging out around you or in your office. At one point you had to hide him under your desk when Commander Erwin stopped by to hold a meeting with you about providing first aid training to the scouts for excursions. You were always welcomed to accompany them outside the walls, but your work was enough to make you stay. You recalled the way Eren was pressed against your legs, the feel of his hands steadying himself on your calves and when your skirt had shifted up when you reached for one of the records, you felt Eren brush his fingertips along the muscle. You had stammered the rest of the meeting through and smacked him afterwards for putting you in such a compromising position. You were blushing furiously at the way he gave such a boyish grin and even that night while he walked you to your small cottage, he had a satisfied smile in place.

You always knew you liked Eren, you were also hopeful that the feeling was mutual. The both of you had grown close over the course of your stay, as the head doctor you were given your own living quarters, not too far from headquarters but not so close to the city that you would be given a hard time. Your cottage was fair in size and with the amount of income you were receiving, you were quick to furnish and decorate it to your liking. Eren had even helped by adding his own touches to the interior. The times you would go to the city with him was always met with many curious stares. Your age and gender made many turn heads when you walked in, the fact that you were the youngest and by far prettiest doctor the scouts had ever had made people naturally gravitate to you. Your ability to make friends quickly also made it that almost every weekend you were entertaining guests at your house. Sometimes it would be dinner with Sasha, Niccolo, and Connie. Other times you would be knitting and embroidering with Mikasa and Armin, there was even game nights with everyone until Jean and Eren became too competitive with one another. Other times when the higher ups had meetings (All of which you had to attend since you technically held an officer position within the military branch) you would offer your house where you all shared cups of tea and your famous baked goods. You had even seen Captain Levi grab seconds on your sugar cookies.

It was the times when Eren would swing by alone that caused your heart to flutter, he would walk you home almost every night now. At first he would find the poorest excuses to see you like needing a bandaid for his wrist from the biting (even though by the time you gave him the gauze it would be healed over completely) or try to "casually" be around the area when you would get out at three in the morning. Eventually your amusement turned to you asking him to walk you home every night under the guise that you were afraid of being targeted or hurt, even though everyone had seen you body-slam Reiner the one time he tried to hit on you when you were stitching up his eyebrow from an ugly gash. Nonetheless, Eren accepted. You would invite him in for tea every time and he would even bring you lunch on days he failed to see you in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone under the sun knew about you and Eren's crushes on one another, so it was also a pain in the ass that neither of you had yet to make a move on one another. Even Erwin had assumed you two were together the one morning he stopped by your house on your day off to ask for your aid for a soldier who had broken their arm from a training exercise, his eyes had grown wide upon seeing you open the door in only your nightgown, you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you invited him in for breakfast.

Upon walking in, he immediately saw Eren exiting your bathroom in his casual jeans, his hair was wet and sticking up from the steam of the shower. Eren wasn't wearing a shirt and before Erwin could excuse himself completely you quickly explained how you hadn't wanted him to walk outside so late so he slept on your couch. You were washing his clothes and had left them out to dry and Erwin could only nod and stop himself from suggesting for Eren to bring spare clothes to yours, remembering that it wasn't his place to push or even encourage his team's doctor and titan-shifter to date even though by the way he saw you put jelly on Eren's toast while he made your cup of tea with three sugars was enough for him to almost just order the two of you to date. Instead, he gave a long rant to Levi, wondering aloud whether Eren was either oblivious to your affections or just an idiot, Levi only replied with, "Did you happen to bring any of the toast she made?"...he did and Levi later on answered, "He's just an idiot." while licking the excess jelly off his fingers.

It was another day at headquarters, the mid-summer day was hot and since the flow of traffic had been slow inside the infirmary, you found yourself mostly in the officer's lounge. You had opted to wear a long sleeve empire waist dress, the top had ruffles along your collar and the soft pink of the dress complimented your skin tone. It fell around mid-thigh and the black shoes you wore with them completed your overall look. Eren had stared at your bare legs for a while until he noted your haircut. You had only cut off the ends but your heart did a flip as you blushed from him noticing. You had been chatting with Hange about your research while Moblit spoke to Eren about the new set of routes to be taken during their next trip beyond the walls when Captain Levi walked in. Hange waved him over and he fell easily beside you.

"Hey." His arm brushing against yours and you hummed in response, leaning a bit towards him which didn't go unnoticed by Eren.

"Levi, did you take your medicine this morning?" About two weeks ago you had caught the captain asleep at his desk for the fourth time. You knew he overworked himself and refused to sleep in his bed no matter how many therapeutic pillows you got him, but while he was out like a light you decided to check his blood pressure, only to find it alarmingly high. You figured the amount of stress and cups of caffeinated tea were to blame. Levi kept in good shape, but considering his age and the fact that he never even considers laughing, you prescribed him medications to be take every morning and cut him off from his usual tea leaves. The former was easier to push as the calcium and magnesium capsules were easy to swallow, it was getting rid of all the tins in his desk that made him a bit unbearable to the new recruits.

He let out an annoyed grunt as he nodded. Your smile was soft as you put an encouraging hand on his arm and Eren was officially not listening to Moblit anymore.

"Thanks for sticking to your diet, Captain Levi. As a token of my appreciation, I got you these." You didn't let him reply, quick to act as always as you reached into the small basket you had brought and grabbed his hand to put the gray tin of loose leaves that you took out in his palm.

As usual, the captain was unfazed by your lack of appreciation for personal space. The past few weeks had done well to teach him how despite being yelled at, threatened, and even outright ignored at times, your cheeriness was impossible to diminish and you did whatever the heck you wanted even when it was at times impulsive.

"What is it?" He looked between you and the tin, the slight sneer on his upper lip making you release a giggle before you tapped the bow you tied on it.

"It's tea leaves." He raised a slim eyebrow which made you roll your eyes, "Decaffeinated tea."

"Let me guess, it tastes like shit." His eyes flickered to the purple bow, "Or it'll make me shit."

You laughed, you upper body leaning on his as you attempted to catch your breath. The joke wasn't that funny but the face he made was. You giggled as you shook your head and Hange watched in bemusement as you elaborated,

"It's the tea I always serve and judging by the three cups you had last time, I'm positive you'll like it."

Levi let out a nod, he hadn't even noticed that the tea you served had no caffeine but the heavy notes of honey in it probably explained its sweetness. He gave a quiet thank you before his scowl returned,

"So that's why I was on the crapper all night after the last meeting."

"With a potty mouth like that, it's not wonder you don't have a girlfriend." You deadpanned.

"I feel bad for the poor bastard who falls in love with you."

You let out a small tsk, smiling at him and hoping Eren heard as you said, "Well that depends if he admits he feels the same way."

Captain Levi quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes knowing and you blushed under his stare. Your fingers fiddling behind your back and Eren hated the way Levi suddenly chuckled at you. His smile was a rarity and to have him giving it to you only meant one thing to Eren; the captain liked you.

"So there is someone you like? Who's the poor brat?"

When you were about to make another snide remark, Hange cut in and excused herself and Moblit.

"As fascinating as this is, there's a captured titan waiting my arrival and if I don't get to use this research Dr. Y/L/N just gave me before nightfall, I will lose my mind."

"I hadn't heard of us ever finding it to begin with." Levi sighed, taking a lock of your hair between his fingers and letting the curl bounce back before he excused himself to tag along with them.

"Someone's got to make sure four eyes doesn't get killed."

"That's why Moblit is going with her." You noted.

"And who do you think will make sure Moblit doesn't get killed?" He smiled once more, "Laters doc."

You waved goodbye to the three, the door clicking behind them and you turned to see Eren with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a child and you wondered what his deal was. You figured with your earlier comment, he would be over the moon to hear you hinting at liking him. You skipped up to him, getting on the tips of your toes as you poked his cheek.

"What's the matter? You look like a scolded child."

"Nothing." He muttered, looking away as his jaw clenched and you only poked him once more.

"Liar." You called him out, "Talk to me."

"You didn't answer Captain Levi's question."

You were sure that there was a giant question mark on top of your head, the gear in your mind shifting as you tried to recall what the captain asked before your mouth opened in realization. You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at Eren's shoes and he only seemed to grow angrier as he watched you blush.

"About my crush? Oh! Well I wouldn't call him a brat, but I guess his attitude could often warrant that title. He's got this sort of this determined mentality that I guess some people can find...overbearing." You played with the cuff of your dress, "But I personally find it charming."

"So he's charming?"

You hummed as you smiled, "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he always means well. He's easy on the eyes too. Got really nice hair and pretty colored eyes that makes me swoon around him. Not to mention his body looks like Zeus could be his father." To add emphasis, your body leaned side to side as you laughed.

Eren snorted, his eyes rolling as he thought of any guy he knew that was like you described. All he could think of was Captain Levi and Erwin. He hated to think of Levi as charming, but he was rough all around. Erwin had eyes that Historia had once described as pretty, but to think of you being attracted to someone as old as him made his stomach flip.

"Want to head back to my office?" You suggested, not wanting to leave Eren's side until he figured it out but also not wanting to stick around in case other officers walked in. You got a stiff nod and wanted to giggle when Eren still opened the door for you. As the both of you walked through the large building, you added a hop to your step as you continued,

"He's also such a gentleman. He respects me, he's never intimidated by my sharp wit, always opens doors for me, waits until I'm sitting before he starts eating, and he almost seems proud of me being a doctor. He's just so understanding and sure of himself as a man that I guess the idea of having a girlfriend in my position would never make him feel inferior." You turned to look at Eren sideways and noticed his shoulders hunched, you knew it was cruel how you kept teasing him but were hopeful that it would click for him soon, so you went on.

"Wow, sounds like a real keeper." He grumbled, now thinking of Jean or even Connie. Armin was too occupied with Annie and Reiner was too obsessed with Historia to hang around you. There was no way Beruto/Borrito/Bertoto would catch your eye as you had made it a point to always get his name wrong, but Connie made you laugh and Jean was always extra nice to you.

"I'm telling you, I think he's perfect. He's dependable, strong, and we share so many of the same ideas. I could talk to him for hours and never be bored and when I'm not with him, I feel...sad. I just constantly want to be by his side and if I'm not I want him to be thinking about me because that's exactly what I do."

You both entered your office, you walked up to your desk as you spoke, turning around and leaning against it to look at Eren. He had closed your door a little harder than necessary, the wood shaking against the frame as he crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. He looked downright irritated and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You shrugged, "I think I've been pretty obvious about it, I'm always smiling when he's in the room, I always want to be with him, there's never a day where we don't walk together. I even wore this dress for him today."

You waved down at your figure, Eren's eyes looked over you twice and you jumped up on your desk, your thighs parting as you let the short skirt cover your panties and barely cover the tops of your thighs.

"I'm sure he'll love it." Eren spit out.

"I don't know..." You tilted your head, "Do you?"

Eren pushed himself off the door, going to your bookcase and letting his fingers brush the spines of the books, "It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not Mr. Pretty eyes. Sounds like a simpleton to me."

You let out an actual deep sigh and Eren met you with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"You're so fucking dense, Eren."

"What did I say?" He threw his hands up, "Just because I called him simple? I'm so sorry I don't care to hear you go on and on about this guy. I never thought I'd see you bend over backwards for some guy who opens doors for you. I thought you would have higher standards than that."

You let out a snort, "Keep talking Yeager, and I just might higher them."

"I mean I never thought looks would be so important to you. It's so-"

"So what?" Your tongue had a sharp edge that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He stood only a few feet from your desk, but you saw the awkward shift in his posture.

"Shallow." He spit out.

"Excuse me?" You gave him a look that said if he wouldn't apologize in the next ten seconds, he would surely live to regret it.

"What I mean is...what guy could possibly have this head over heels and you're just now telling me? I thought...I thought we-" He stopped, looking to the side and you relaxed before saying,

"We what, Eren?"

"I thought we had something special." He muttered. He looked to see your mouth opened in a small gasp and he began to turn to exit when you quietly beckoned him over.

"Eren...come here."

"No, I should g-"

"Please." You begged and the look in your eyes brought him to stand in front of you. Your hands reached for his shirt, yanking him forward and you hooked your legs around his calves. Eren gaped at you, not knowing what to do and say as you put one hand on his shoulder and the other cupped his cheek.

"You are such a dumbass." You laughed, "The person I've been going on and on about, that simpleton you bashed, is you. It's always been you, Eren."

It was like watching a light flicker on very very slowly, but once it was on you watched as embarrassment flooded Eren. His smile was sheepish and stupid as he stuttered over his words. His hands rested on your hips and you stroked his face from his temple to jaw as you asked,

"Do you maybe feel the same way?"

You didn't get a verbal answer, the sudden kiss Eren laid on you was an answer enough. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against your own, his tongue enveloped yours and you felt him lean more onto you. The moan that slipped out his mouth when you bit his bottom lip made something tighten in your stomach.

When you two finally broke apart you didn't miss the trail of saliva that connected the two of you and you whimpered for more. The second kiss was heavier, a clash of teeth and tongues as Eren feverishly wrestled to touch you everywhere his hands could reach. You felt him press against your core, the loud gasp you let out made him look at you in concern.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head as you met those green eyes that held you captive since day one, "More. I want more."

The smirk was something you had never seen, his eyes became half-lidded as Eren kissed your nose. Then your chin, then your neck. When he reached your collar, his finger hooked onto the top of your dress, pulling the fabric down as he kissed just above your breast.

"She wants more." He said to himself, the soft rasp in his voice made you attempt to close your legs. His hands pushed what little that had covered your legs up and Eren's fingers brushed your core.

The jump you gave made his smirk grow, "I haven't even touched you yet."

He saw the small patch of dampness on your panties, and before you could ask him what he was doing, you let out a sharp gasp when his fingers pushed the fabric to the side and he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

The moan he ripped from you was like music to his ears and as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out he watched as your face became hot and red. It was uncomfortable as first, you could even say it hurt but that didn't stop you from rocking your hips up to meet his eager hands. You weren't entirely prepared as you felt a bit tense as Eren kissed your neck, the suckling on your flesh making small breathy whimpers leave your mouth. His other hand's fingers hovered over the buttons on the back of your dress and his eyes asked for permission as he glanced up at you.

A small tentative nod was all he received before he took out his hand from between your legs, his tongue skillfully licking the digits cleaned and you didn't think you would find such an act so erotic. You arm hooked around his neck as you brought him down to a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you back eagerly, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on your dress and you wondered for a brief moment if he had ever done such an act before. You pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to lose focus or confidence while in the middle of being with Eren by letting unnecessary insecure creep into your heart. As if being able to read your mind, Eren said-

"Stop being in your head," A hard kiss against your lips, "Be here with me."

His nose rubbed sweetly against yours, fingers tilting your head up as you gave a hesitant nod. Your eyes wanted to focus anywhere but his eyes and you could felt warmth spread across your cheeks when the sleeves of your dress fell down your arms. The idea of letting Eren see all of you was as exciting as it was nerve-wrecking, the most he ever saw was your legs and back from that one time you walked out of the bath in only a towel. Seeing him shirtless was not new but you still felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him yank the material off. Your hands explored the newly exposed skin, fingers dipping in every curve of muscle and your hand rested just above the waistband of his jeans. You noticed his breathing grow heavy, Eren's head falling forward on your exposed shoulder where you felt him nip and suck on the soft flesh. You returned the favor by kissing him on the chest, your eyes still casted downwards as you fumbled with the buckle on his belt, you let out a small curse from how hard your hands were shaking and Eren placed a gentle hand on top of yours, his eyes alight with amusement as his lips curved into a soft smile.

"Baby, relax." He murmured, he pushed your hands aside as he took over the task. You let out a deep breath as you heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down and you decided to be bold. You lowered the upper half of your dress, the cotton falling off your arms with ease and you blushed furiously once you remembered that you hardly ever wore bras and today was no different.

Your nipples were taut as you shivered from the cold air in your office and Eren stared at you in wonder his eyes raking your body as you looked to the side and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Fuck, can I touch you?" Eren blurted, his hands still near his trousers and you giggled when he added a last second, "Please."

Nodding, you figured it was time to stop feeling so shy. You had been dreaming about this moment for months, yet as the man you loved stood before you, eager to be with you, all you could think about was how scared you were that you wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

One more glance at the way he watched you was enough for you to think, If he really didn't, he wouldn't be looking at me as if I put all the stars in the sky.

You felt the second wind of confidence hit you and you took Eren by surprise as you hooked your fingers on his belt loops and tugged the fabric down. You palmed him through the thin material of his briefs and his hips jerked from the contact before he melted against you. Lowering the elastic, your small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and you took a moment to admire his dick. It was something new and foreign to you, for a moment you wondered if all male penises looked like that but you pushed that thought aside as you found yourself not really wanting to ever know, as long as Eren's would be the only one you saw. You hand moved up and down, your thumb brushing across his tip as you swiped some of the liquid leaking out to use as lube.

You knew he was a few inches above average, the thickness was also enough to make you worry for a moment whether he would be able to fit in you as his fingers struggling to push inside of you were of any indication of how tight your body was. Either way you were determined to satisfy the both of you, the idea of him using you and watching his face come apart as he milked himself dry using only your pussy had your head feeling fuzzy with want. He rested his head on you, causing your body to lean back and you pressed one palm on your desk behind you and the other jerked him off a bit sloppily. His moans filled the space of your office, you secretly prayed to the gods that the scouts could be smart enough for once to not be injured or to be able to at least handle it themselves and your eyes flickered to the door for a moment.

"Eren," You murmured to the shell of his ear, his heavy breaths fanning across the span of your chest and you felt both your bodies getting hot. "The door, we need to lock the door."

His groan was the only response you got as he trailed kisses up your neck and shoulder, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, he was such a guy sometimes. You began to lower yourself from the desk before his hand on your leg suddenly halted your movements and he gave you a lazy smile, his half lidded eyes softly rolling as he let out an obnoxious groan of annoyance.

"I'll do it." He didn't even bother to tuck himself back into his briefs, his dick fully erect as he made way to your door. You felt your hand falling to your side and you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do twice before letting your own hand push the fabric of your underwear to the side once more. You rubbed at your clit lazily as you softly moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation and you smiled when you heard the soft, "Shit." coming from a few feet ahead of you. Eren's eyes were transfixed on you, the way your head rolled back as your moans became louder and higher pitched was making him painfully hard and he wanted-no needed to be inside of you before he was sure he would come right then and there.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt him settle between your legs once more, eyes hazy and smile lazy as you felt him tug your panties down your legs. Your ass lifted briefly to help and you giggled when he grunted in annoyance from having to shuffle backwards to slip them off completely. He laughed with you as his hand cupped you by your jaw, lips finding yours in a tender kiss and the hand that had been rubbing at your clit was used to steady yourself by his shoulder. His muscles flexed under your touch and your breaths intermingled as he stared at you with such an intensity that you felt your stomach flip. You looked down to where he rubbed his length along your folds and gulped.

"I-I'm nervous." You admitted, cheeks blushing and Eren kissed your temple.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you. Do you trust me?" You gasped at the intensity in his eyes, Eren Yeager was one who never beat around the bush and you felt tears pool around your eyes as you nodded. Everything leading up to this moment overwhelmed you suddenly, losing your family, gaining your dream job, becoming independent so quickly, and falling in love with a man who turned into what so many feared but who let you place` flower crowns on his head during tea parties. He continued to maintain eye contact with you, your lips parting and eyes partly closing as he began to push past your labia. It all felt too much, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in that exact moment Eren pressed his tip into your passageway. There was a bit of resistance and the guttural moan he released made your eyes widen in an audible gasp, he looked ethereal with reddened cheeks, a slacked opened jaw, eyes that looked close to tears, and thin layer of sweat making his dark brown locks stick to his forehead.

He pushed another inch in, trying his best to not act too quickly or too harshly. All he wanted to do was fucking ruin you. Mark you as his by impregnating you and watching as you took every drop of his semen. It seemed you wanted it too as your hips jerked forward and took in another inch.

"Eren, please." You had no idea what you were asking for, he was being slow and gentle and as much as you appreciated his mindfulness, it had been six long months and if you had to go through another night of humping your pillow or rubbing one out with only fantasies of Eren touching you (Sometimes even Levi, depending on how much alcohol you had consumed) you were gong to scream.

Another inch and a deep chuckle was his response. Your eyes were set ablaze as the realization that he was teasing you.

"Please what baby?"

"Give it to me." You whispered, your hand tugging at his hair harshly and the hiss of pain he released was simultaneous when he completely thrusted his entire length into you. Your thighs jerked at the sudden intrusion and the cry you let out was loud enough that if anybody were nearby, the would have assumed someone struck you. Your hand smacked against his chest, your breath ragged as you attempted to give Eren an angry glance but your pussy betrayed you as it clenched hard around him.

You both released a gasp when Eren fully bottomed out inside you. His hips flush against your parted thighs and your foreheads pressed against one another, lips brushing but not kissing yet as you two came to terms of what was being done. You and Eren were one, there was no going back from what was about to transpire and you silently prayed that he wouldn't regret it later.

"Stop being in your head," He murmured against your mouth, eyes looking into yours, "Be here..."

He gave a heavenly thrust and you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he forced you to fall back onto your desk with a small uff and your hands fell onto his shoulders. Your legs locked around his waist and the new angle caused him to be deeper inside you, but he continued to stare at your with that same admiration from that day he had met you.

"With me."

You nodded slowly, kissing Eren for what felt like the first time. A bit shyly and unsure as your mouth moved against his slowly, you savored the taste of tea and something sweet from his tongue and you let one of your hands hold him by his face as the other found solace in his hair.

Eren began to thrust into you, the rhythm a bit off at first as you two tried to find what worked and when he dipped his hips a little and heard the string of filthy words leaving your mouth, he gave a knowing smirk.

"Hmm, right there princess?"

You panted, your tongue lolling out as his began to go faster. One of your hands shot out to the side to brace yourself on something when Eren began to fuck you harder and instead you turned to see you hand knocked your bottle of ink over, the deep blue liquid was spilling everywhere but before you could let your brain process the mess, Eren began to suck on the flesh of your neck that you exposed when you moved your head. You moaned as you closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensations of it all, your hands grabbing at the muscles in his back and you arched your own and pressed your chest into him.

"Oh fuck," Eren moaned out, "This pussy is so good. You're taking me so well, princess."

"Yeah?" You panted out, "Going to cum in me, baby?"

Eren picked himself up on his forearms, too preoccupied with how pretty your tits looks bouncing with each thrust to notice the your hair was sprawled all over and the upper part of his arm was touching something wet, he figured it was the sweat you two were producing with your coupling.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant, make you mine forever."

"I'm yours!" You screamed as his hips slammed particularly harder down onto your own.

"Choke me, make me a mommy, cum in me, just please don't stop fucking me." You cried out, and a new sort of excitement showed in his eyes, his hand cupped just below your jaw and the light pressure he put on you made you moan louder.

The sounds of skin smacking, panting breaths, and heavy moans filled the air. Eren coaxing you to come all over his dick as you begged him to not pull out of you echoed of the walls of your office. You went on like that for a good while and you giggled in realization that your silent wish for everyone to leave the two of you alone for a while had come true.

Unbeknownst to you two, there had almost been three interruptions. The first being Captain Levi who wanted to ask if mixing his blood pressure medicine with wine would be too dangerous, but when he heard you scream he almost barged in before the unmistakable moan that followed made him fully come to a halt. He didn't even think twice about what was transpiring, briefly remembering that Eren was in fact with you this morning before quickly turning around and hauled ass as far from the hallway as he could. He wasn't sure where he was heading before he stumbled into Erwin's office, the commander looking up to see his captain look like he just ran a marathon.

"Levi? You look like you just saw a ghost?" His eyebrows creased, "Are you okay?"

"Yeager isn't as dense as we thought."

Eren stood to his full height, grabbing at your ankles and moving your legs onto his shoulders to they were fully parallel to his body. You let out another giggle at how your ankles were now on either side of his head, but the small kiss he gave your right one made you let out a noise of adoration. He gripped your hips, smiling as he noted the streaks of something blue all over your chest and neck but decided against telling you as your pussy began to pulsate around him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop you from orgasming.

The second time was Sasha and Connie as they wanted to ask if eating candies with the wrapper still on was anything they needed to worry about, but the sounds of your desk scraping across the floor with Eren commending you for being a good girl and taking him so well made the both of them stare at each other with wide eyes. The "Huh?"'s they exchanged were amusing to anyone else and Sasha grabbed Connie by the collar before they hightailed out of there. Connie wanting to see if Eren had really been capable of pulling you and Sasha calling it bullshit and stating that the real reason was that he wanted to see you naked.

His thrusts became wild and sloppy, the slushing sounds you two were making was the hottest sounds you ever heard. You held onto his wrists, your smile wide and beautiful and Eren knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"I'm not gonna last long," He let you know, you nodded as you reached down to rub your clit in circles.

"Fuck, you look so hot." He blurted, his cheeks a deeper red and you gave him another soft smile.

"Thanks, baby. You too." His abs were going to be the death of you and you hoped you would get the chance to suck him off later to lick them one by one in foreplay.

You felt him begin to twitch in you and you knew you were so close, your rubbing speeding up as Eren's thrusts were becoming more sporadic. The way his eyes began to roll upwards had you chanting,

"I'm-I'm cumming!" Your moan was breathy and high as you felt your release overwhelm your senses, you felt euphoria as you moaned so loud that Jean and Floch who didn't believe Connie when he said that Eren had managed to bed you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths as they stood outside your door. Their cheeks red as they rushed down the hallway as if their asses were on fire, not even halfway down the stairs when they felt their collars yanked at so harshly they almost trampled down, Captain Levi's glare knowing as he began to reprimand them for being nosy pricks.

Eren's cock dove into you hard and you felt him pulsate as he shot long ropes of cum into you, his essence overflowing as he filled you to the brim and painted your insides white.

His moan was unbelievably loud and low, the "I love you." That followed didn't go unnoticed by you and the smile he gave, made you realize how much he meant it.

"I love you." Your answered back, he pushed your thighs to your chest when he lowered himself to kiss you. His cock softening inside you and he slowed his thrusts down and milked himself dry. He tapped his tip on your sensitive clit, making sure he was empty before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. The creampie in you was beginning to ooze out and he used his two fingers to push it back in, your hips bucking at the intrusion and you whined about your sensitivity.

You sat up, your hand going to fix your hair, only groaning slightly when you felt the ink on some strands already drying. You huffed before jumping down and fixing your dress. Eren was putting his shirt back on, his back slightly turned to you and your eyes widened in embarrassment at seeing the blue ink in what was obviously your finger prints streaked all over. You looked down and saw that it had well faded from your hands, transferring to your lover who put on his jacket. You shrugged, figuring no one would see it and you could wash your hands later. Your hair would be a bit tricky to explain but you would be home to shower soon anyway, which reminded you-

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" You blurted, scaring Eren as his eyes widened, you bit the inside of your cheek and fumbled with your fingers.

He smiled, walking up to you and kissing you on the lips before replying, "I would love to. I have to do some work today, and pack an overnight bag but I'll be home by dinner." His eyes looked you over, stifling a laugh when he saw the marks of blue ink on your neck, debating on telling you but not being able to deny how cute they looked on you, a gentle reminder of what happened just moments ago and an odd turn on for him to think of it as him marking you as his, the lovebite also on the side making him watch you with love.

You nodded before giving a follow-up question, "Chicken or fish?"

"Fish." He nodded, you grabbed a few papers from your desk drawer and Eren asked if you were all set before taking your hand into his as the two of you began to walk out the office, you mentioned having to speak to Erwin about the cadet recovering from a broken limb and Eren listened patiently, your hands swinging in between the two of you and you both relished at how easy it felt to transition into a life of domestication together. He walked you to Erwin's office, his knuckles knocking on the door before a loud, "One minute!" replied.

You both shared a look of confusion before shrugging and stepping to the side. You fixing his hair and Eren's hand resting on top of your hips when the office door opened. You both turned to see Jean and Floch who sported sullen faces, their arms swinging in front of them as if they were children just denied a cone of ice cream.

"Boys?" You called, your free hand interlocking with Eren who stood in place as you took a step toward the pair. "Everything alright?"

They looked between you and Eren, Jean seeing the ink marks on your neck and seeing Eren's hair haphazard was enough to make him look to the floor, his cheeks reddening and Eren could only smirk. Floch was the opposite, he couldn't take his eyes off you as his face held a permanent grimace and you wondered if he was constipated.

"Baby," Eren called, tugging you back to him and Jean scoffed, Possessive ass is already showing her off. He thought to himself.

"They just got yelled at by Erwin, whatever they did was obviously bad, just leave them be."

You nodded in understanding, giving them a comforting smile and Floch didn't miss the knowing look in Eren's eyes.

"Sorry to hear about that. If you two ever need anything, you know where my office is."

"Yeah, that's the problem." Captain Levi's voice came from the doorway. Jean and Floch mumbled a quick goodbye before scurrying away and you couldn't help but fall into deeper confusion.

The captain and Eren exchanged looks before Eren bent to kiss your cheek.

"I got to go. I'll see you later, princess." You blushed at the nickname and public display, murmuring a soft okay in reply as your boyfriend? walked away from you.

You gave Levi a smile which he didn't return, you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks and you figured it was from seeing such intimacy from Eren. You were almost positive Levi was still a virgin. Walking into Erwin's office, you all but skipped the man's desk, falling beside him and giving him a bright smile which he returned.

"Hey Erwin, just wanted to update you on the cadet's recovery plan. He should be back in training in a few months if he listens to my instructions, think you can help me?"

"Sure what do you need?"

"Well, I'd need you to sign these release forms first." You shrugged putting the papers in front of him, you looked at his desk and grabbed the pen, "Where's your ink?"

The chuckle the two men gave you made your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Seems like you're wearing it, Doc." Levi's eyes flickered to your neck.

You let out a gasp and your hands slapped to cover you and the laughs that followed only made you blush furiously.

Dammit, You thought, Eren you idiot.

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