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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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request incoming!!- so I don’t know if you’ve seen the last of us specifically the second one. This scene (https://youtu.be/RHNohvRHd1M) where happy shows mercy for dinner. I was wondering if you could make that into a fic with din and the reader where the two are basically in the same exact situation, Reader tries to save mando. Whoever they’re fighting, almost kills the reader and then din says “she’s pregnant.” and whoever they’re fighting shows mercy or goes to kill the reader anyways but din saves the day. you can choose the ending!!!

thank u ❤️❤️

warnings: illusion to smut, mentions of child loss, pregnancy, early pregnancy, i have no idea how baby stuff works so i’m guessing the size of the baby but like it’s early on is what i was trying to get at 😭

a/n: okay i am a big tlou fan and i know this request has been here for a hot minute but it just took me a while to get in the mood but thank you so much for this! i love this scene in the game, it’s such a memorable moment. thank you so much for your request!

“Stay quiet. I’ll go around.” Din says in a whisper, his hand pressing you down flat onto the sandy ground. “Do you understand? Wait. Here.”

“Okay!” You whisper-yell back, rolling your eyes. You know Din’s face is under there, serious as ever, and though you know you can protect yourself, his new found obsessiveness over your safety has some primal heat shimmering through you. It makes you nod once more and tuck your legs in out of sight, and his thumb swipes softly over your cheek before he rolls out of cover and disappears.

Ever since you’d told Din you were pregnant, he was relentless. You thought he was protective before? Now, you couldn’t even take a step without him right beside you, making sure you didn’t fall off balance. He took care of everything— making sure you were safe, cared for, even avoiding collecting bounties and skirting the Outer Rim, refusing to let you near anything that is even remotely dangerous.

You were carrying his child. Something he never thought possible for himself. When he’d found you, a mud covered runaway looking for a quick escape off a backwater planet, he never could have foreseen what came next. Falling in love with you, showing his face, having a child… he had every right to want to protect this. Protect you.

You knew he hated bringing you here, but you were running low on supplies and needed to refuel. You wouldn’t make it to a safer planet before you’d be running on rations, and Din refused to feed you anything other than real food. It was your fault. You’d distracted him from taking any real stock. Being pregnant had also come with some other… consequences, that kept his mind occupied. And hands. And mouth.

The blaster fire in front of you knocked you back to reality, hearing the familiar sounds of Din’s grunts as he made his way through the gang of Imperials. The small supply store you’d hoped to be in and out of quickly had now turned in to a shootout, both your own and Dins faces attached to several bounties in the Inner and Outer Rims. You’d spent most of your first few years with him outrunning them.

The blaster fire continues, and every urge in you screams to help. Get your blaster out and fire at something. You know you can do it— you’d learnt from the best. Where Din has his attack dog senses on high alert, something has been awakened in you too. An urge to protect— and it’s on fire in your chest. You can’t sit here and do nothing. You know you aren’t Din, but you have to do something.

The blaster fire has thinned out, and just as you think it’s all over, Din shouts.

Loud. It’s nearly a scream, but through the modulator it’s lower. You hear two— no, three, maybe— three sets of footsteps rush in, and Din groans in answer to loud thud. It sounds like something hitting beskar, and the clatter of weapons on the ground confirm your suspicions. They are beating him.

He has time. You know, realistically, he does. It’s beskar they are kicking through. Their legs will break before they ever breach the armour— but he’s hurting. You can hear it. Every kick makes him wince, and you can imagine they are going for where he’s been shot. Hitting him over and over and over—

You roll out of cover before you can think, and there’s two men standing over Din’s crumpled body. You shoot, one dropping instantly over the top of him. It takes him a second, but before he can respond, you’ve shot the next guy and he topples over too.

“No!” Din shouts, still trapped under two dead bodies. He thrashes, and you can see the blood leaking out of his side. You take one step forward, but you’re yanked back by your hair before you reach him. “Don’t touch her!”

“You fucking bitch.” Someone seethes behind you, and slams their knee into your side. Something crunches, and blaring pain shoots through your chest, causing you to wail and crumple to the ground.

Whoever’s behind you doesn’t let you get far, still holding you by your hair with your neck bent up painfully. Their free hand smashes into your side again, and you feel yourself cough up blood as you try to scream out.

“Stop. Stop. You want me— let her go. You…” His voice is strained, and he’s finally got out from under the dead weight to stagger to his knees. His gloved hand is holding his side, and your eyes go fuzzy looking at the blood. “You don’t want to do this.”

“She’s wanted by the Empire just as much as you. Though maybe they won’t mind that I only take one in alive, considering the carnage.” Din is still panting, getting up on one leg, but falling back to his knees.

His helmet is locked on you, and you try your best to tell him not to offer himself. Your mouth opens and despite your best efforts, nothing comes out. Instead, just a tear falls, cutting through the dirt down your face. Images flash behind your fluttering eyes, of the life you might of had with… with the tiny little thing in your stomach, hardly bigger than a jellybean. The thought makes you choke up, blood dripping out the side of your mouth.

A hand still holds your head up, scalp feeling like it’s being wrung out.

“Just take me. I’ll go. She has nothing to do with this.” Din puts out his hand, and tries to stand again. The sound of him hitting the ground for a second time makes your eyes force open, and it’s then that you see what he’s doing. He’s not really staggering, but a discarded blaster is tucked next to the rock on the right of you.

Too out of sight for your enemy behind you, but you can see it. Din can too. He just needs to get closer.

A searing cold touches the highest point of your neck, and the light flashes off the edge of the blade. It’s sharp, already drawing blood.

“One alive is enough.” The enemy repeats behind you, and Din panics.

“Wait!” He shouts, his gloved hand shaking ever so slightly. There was genuine panic in his voice, a waiver you don’t think you’ve ever heard. “Wait. Please.”

“Why should I? This scum killed my men. You’re lucky I haven’t already slit her thro—“

“She’s pregnant. Please. She’s pregnant.” Din is breathless when he talks, and your stomach drops. You feel the blade drop slightly on your neck, instead the cold blunt side rests lower, closer to your collarbone.

The man behind you keeps his hold, and after a few seconds, he just scoffs.

“Bullshit. She… Fuck you, Mandalorian. You can’t trick me.” The blade doesn’t move, and Din shuffles in the sand. He’s close enough. He just needs a second. One second of hesitation.

“It’s… true. Please—“ Your voice is scratchy, but your hand manages to rest on your stomach. Din watches your movement, and you can see him straining with effort. To get to you. To save you. Both of you. “Please. We didn’t—“

“Shut up, bitch! Even if you are, it’s one less rebel scum to deal with.” He bends down to yell in your ear, and your eyes screw shut. If he’s this low to you, it means he took his eyes off Din.

Din wouldn’t miss his chance.

The weight drops off you before you can register the sound of the blaster shot, and blood sprays the side of your face. Your eyes are still screwed shut. You were shaking— fear creeping it’s way up your throat and all the way down to your toes. You weren’t usually afraid for anyone but Din, but now… you hadn’t even thought about what it meant to have someone else to think about. Someone who relies on you—

“Hey, hey… you’re okay, mesh’la. Look at me.” His hands— real, warm hands, press lightly on your face. His thumb strokes your cheeks, the sensation grounding you to him, but your breath was still heaving like you’d been winded. Your eyes open slightly at the sound of his soothing voice. “Look at me, baby. There you go. You’re okay.”

“Din. Din— I’m sorry… I thought he was… I thought that—“ You were crying, sobbing into his arms as he wraps you into him, timing your shuddering breaths with his own.

“You’re okay. Fuck— we’re okay. Shh. Shh, there you go.” Your head buried itself in the crook of his neck, one of the only soft places he has in full armour. It’s suffocating, but being surrounded by him like this calms your racing heart. “Udesiir, cyar’ika. You’re okay.”

You don’t remember how long he holds you, but it’s long enough that your breathing returns to something slow and controlled. When you shuffle out of his lap, dried blood is still caked on his side from where he was shot. Panic claws at you, eyes wide, but Din holds your face and shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’m— I’ll be okay. We just need to leave, cyar’ika. Okay? You think you’re okay to fly?” When you nod in his hands, he scoops you up despite the pain he must be feeling, allowing you to bury yourself closer. He limps outside into the heat of the planet and takes off, his jetpack soaring you higher and higher.

The ship was docked… somewhere close, and Din’s low groans were getting more strained by the second. You could tell you had no truely serious injuries, more the shock and fear paralysing you, and the panic for your child. When Din flies you both into the Crest, he collapses on the main hull, and you’re on him in the next moment.

“I’m…okay. I just—“

“Let me take care of you Din.” You whisper, raising his shirt and moving his armour so you could see his wound. He shakes his head, but he’s too weak to push you off.

You wince when you reach for the med kit, but bring it back to him with a gentle efficiency. He was always so rough with himself, treating his own wounds with none of the care and kindness he does for you, so even though your head is fuzzy and every breath hurts, you make sure your fingers are soft on his skin, cleaning around the wound and sewing him up as quickly as possible.

You dress the wound, poorly at best, but it will hold until you are in a safer sector. You were lucky you fuelled up first, at least enough the get yourself out of here.

When you finish the last of the dressing, you look up to find Din already staring at you.

“Cyar’ika.” He rumbles, his hands free of the gloves cover your own. “You need to rest. Let me look at you.”

“I’m okay. Bruised ribs, but I would… I would know if something was… wrong.” Din growls, an almost animalistic sound of anger coming from him. He holds you tighter, one hand easily covering your two shaking ones. “I’m— we’re okay.”

“I knew I should never have stopped here. I’m sorry— I’m so sorry—“

“Stop, Din. It’s not you’re fault.” He groans, and you know under that helmet he’s grimacing. The guilt eats at him all the time, and you’d be damned if he let himself add this to the list. “This is the life we live. We need to… adjust. It will take time. But we’re okay, now. Right?”

“I’ll never let anything happen to you. Both of you. I will never let anything like that happen again. Ever.” He sits up with a grunt, pulling you close. “My cyar’ika.”

Your hands fall in sync to your stomach, both of your hands fluttering above the skin like you were afraid to push to hard. To wake what was growing beneath the surface. Disturb it, as if the two of you were not worthy of waking it.

“My ik’aad.” He pushes his helmet up enough to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, and sighs at the taste of your skin. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You repeat, and with his arms around you again, you know you are safe.

translations:

mesh’la - beautiful

udesiir - relax/calm down/take it easy

cyar’ika- darling/sweetheart

ik’aad - child (under three)

#the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #mando x you #mando x y/n #mando x reader #din dijarin x reader #din djaren x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal

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pumpkinsy0 · 2 months

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Please Dallas and Tim interacting headcanons?? (Just in general or if you have a specific idea)

thrusted into tally,,,cant believe this, ill go w general hcs☝🏽☝🏽

•in the musical dallys black and i hc tim as black so like,,,dally going to tim for him to braid his hair??? get on board w me here guys

•like even after a fight he goes to tim to do his hair, theyre both still mad at each other tho, they beefin hard, but hes paying tim so tim’ll hook him up 🤞🏽

•yknow believe it or not, dally isnt EXACTLY loyal to the curtis gang, like for the most part he is, but he still does jobs w tim and his gang, hell tim will tell darry things about the gang darry never told him about and hes left wondering how tf he knows and whole time its dallys fault😭😭

•dallys the reason y sometimes the curtis gang beefs w the shepard gang, dally was a huge reason y that whole shepard vs curtis rumble even happened, ik darry was so pissed😭

•if theyre both in jail, they have each others backs, its saved them countless times, so no matter what happened outside of jail, inside of it, they do whatever they can to stay close

•tim knows the most about dallas and thats generally bc of their “we hooked up out of desperation” nights together

•dally used to tease tim for going to school, speaking of school, tim never graduated high school BUT he still did try learning and dally teased him for that too

•dally used to be in the shepard gang and he was in the curtis gang, and be was essentially tims right hand man but he left and tim still holds grudges for that

•ive said before that tim tells dally to take care of angela and curly while hes locked up and u might b wondering “why doesnt he just SAY he did it but not actually do it” and my response to that is, dally knows how much curly and angela mean to tim and wouldnt hurt ppl close to him just to get back at him, also bc tim would b a different type of pissed at him if he did

•speaking on how he knows how much curly and angela mean to tim, he found out the hard way bc one time they had this TERRIBLE fight and it was bc dally said something about curly and angela

•they shit talk other couples but honestly they have NO place to talk, LOOK at them

•if u wanna get more into tally as a “couple” what i can tell u is that they dont like each other the same way marbit and papercut r liking on each other, not that way at all, its more so theyre w each other bc they relate so deeply and r in their own way desperate for connection in whatever way that comes, “romantically”, and they found that kind of person in the other

#dallas winston #tim shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #curly shepard #angela shepard #tally

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the-monkey-ruler · 1 year

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Going back to that anon that ask about the pain swk went through bc of the fillet

—yea theres r no time ever that this fainting ever happened in the novel nor do the bleeding. Yes it does happen in various other adaptations when the fillet does that but not in the novel.(not in the Anthony c yu verse at least. Idk about the tge other but im less likely to recommend them bc they either miss a fuck ton of jttw thing OR Very icky authors who is sinophobic af)

I think ppl who already tends to have a more negative idea of tang sanzang(bc of OSP iteration n more)tends to make his character far worse than it actually is.

Like w the fillet.(no hate to various adaptations who do the usage of the fillet that make swk faints. Love me that honestly but my gripes is w those who make it that it applies to alll swks and even in the og novel.) even going so far as to make tang sanzang as the abuser to swk. <that could not be more farther than the truth. It is in fact a very skewed power dynamics that make both characters be in the same but different positions of powers depending on the situations>

Im pretty sure he ended up doing it less as much as ppl assume he did pre-LEMH ARC. (Bro did not use the spell day to day basis pls ppl stop using it in argument bc its not even supported in the og txt itself. He called his disciple as good guys yet are ugly af—hes a asshole but not that much of a asshole. Hes so so naive but he trying his best even if he get swung w traumatizing shit every arc back to back. He like a perfect example of how imperfect traumatized person would act.

My gods these pilgrims need sm therapy

He didn't use it for years before the Six Ears Arc and didn't use it years after either.

It always surprises me when people say he used it too much considering that he only used it in frequency in a single day and then did not touch it for literally YEARS cause he really doesn't use it that often in the book.

The only real times he does overdue it is in the White Bone Demon Arc where he uses it multiple times and in the Six Ears Arc as well. Otherwise, there was that one-off with like Sanzang being misplaced with a fake Sanzang and they had to find out who was the real one, I think with the Black Wind Demon on their first adventure solo, and maybe the Lion-Lynx Arc with the dead king. Otherwise, that's about... 30 other arcs. (that is about 5 arcs out of 30~ other demon arcs)

So over the course of 14 years, I really don't think that should be considered 'every day whenever he could' ....cause he really doesn't. Wukong pulls a lot of tricks and schemes that do give him a mischievous air but the point is that the pilgrims had distrust for one another at the start that is question and put them to the test. And it's only when they face that collective battle and do they come out with a deeper understanding, not only of each other but themselves that they gain their merit.

Sanzang says they are ugly yeah (rude) but he always defends that they are good people to humans that are terrified of their looks, always trying to help even if he can't offer much but a helping word and an ear to listen. He always trusts they will save him and even not he has prayed over them because he thought they died and wanted blessings in their next life for being such good people in this one. This is his journey too and I think it's unfair for people to ignore how his character also comes to get closer to the gang. Especially after he found his long-lost family only to imminently lose them again. I mean even at the start he was made fun of for being an orphan and found his parents, but one commits suicide just weeks after meeting him and the other is the same age as him since he came back from the dead unchanged and he can't even rely on as a parent.

He was kinda put through it with that family drama.

It was just one thing after another at the start for him and I think he never had a chance to have a close group of friends to rely on.

And I hate when this idea that Sanzang is a bad person or that is an abuser when there are so many ways that they are similar and both trying to overcome their challenges on this journey while learning how to rely on other people. They mean too much to each other and while it is hard for them to see eye to eye they have that bond of loyalty that was hard won and grew with time. Sanzang is just a mortal man that can be killed with a single blow in charge of three demons and a dragon on their parol. While each one of his disciple (one that more likely than not ate his past lives) have unthinkable magic and power that no mortal can dream of fighting against.

And he is supposed to lead them to enlightenment?

It is so funny it could be sad.

And they still did it.

It was literally them against the world.

And I hate how people are comparing the fillet to a shock collar as well considering its lore with Buddhism. Like it has so much more meaning both culturally and literally but people always want to overlook its real meaning as 'it's a torture device' like... no... it's really not.

No, I agree that pain is not a good answer nor that I condone that behavior but people got to remember that this was written 500~ years ago when training the body was having a similar mindset to training the mind. That doesn't make it right but it was also to show that Sanzang was never meant to be an abusive teacher and that yes while he is wrong on multiple accounts that weren't meant for him to be seen as a bad person, jut a misguided one.

The fillet does have more history to it as well even seen in other Buddhas as a symbol of self-discipline. It was to be a sign of restraint when it comes to bettering oneself and Wukong need to accept that the world doesn't and shouldn't revolve around him. I understand it’s not as common to see in America and but it's far more than just a symbol of pain, it holds a lot more meaning when it comes to personal growth and being able to recognize flaws within yourself to better them.

That's why in the end only Wukong can be the one to take off the fillet. There is no Fillet-Loosening Spell. There never was one. The Fillet is a part of Wukong and only when he has that full control over himself, that he masted his impulsiveness and attained true enlightenment and immorality did the fillet disappear because it wasn't needed anymore. Wukong at first has to overcome his own ego and arrogance to accept that he has a problem in order to overcome that.

I thank that’s why GuanYin also gave Wukong a fillet because she knew Wukong could overcome his anger and take it off she believed in him that much.

It reminds me of that Wizard of Oz with the red shoes scene where the good witch was like "You could have gone home the entire time" and the same way Wukong could have taken the band off at any time if he learned to control himself and his impulsive. The band wasn't there to teach him to learn through pain, but rather that he can go on the journey and go through that personal growth of facing his inner demons and being able to mature as a person.

At least that's how I always saw it.

#jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #anon #anon ask #anonymous #tang sanzang #sun wukong #ask

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traumxrei-archive · 1 year

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【 book 6 pt. 2 thoughts ! (3) 】

i got through a good chunk of the story methinks, and it's probably bc there were more battles in the chapters i hit just now ^^

[ spoilers for 6-55 till 6-65 under the cut ! ]

✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦

[ about : VIL UM SPELL !! ]

"I lose naught, and fear naught. This shining crown was made for me. Fairest One of All." RRAHHHH his unique magic is so good, he's so good, i love vil, and his big beautiful brain.

[ about : guy in the room at the end of the hall ]

grim...? would explain why leona found his magic familiar, but holy hell how did he absolutely desTROY the door ??? he blew it off its hinges quite literally hhh

[ about : uniforms and magic pens ]

it's interesting how much lore book 6 is giving us about nrc as well as simple things like dorm uniforms. we never would've known that dorm uniforms have magical defenses on them, or that they're all able to summon their magic pens from afar if we didn't have book 6.

CRYING I WISH I HAD THIS TEAM.... i wanna have the dorm leona n vil duo, and the scarabia dorm duo too :'))))

[ about : overblot gang fight !! ]

[ about : THE SERUM ]

I SEE. i knew there was something suspicious about the serum, but i didn't think that rook could cast arrow afar on inanimate objects too !!!! arghhh and vil noticing the fact that rook's UM was on the bottle from the first time he saw it, and him taking it along so rook knows where to find him,,,,,,, why are they both so intelligent wtf, rook hunt i want your brain rn !!!!

(also the way rook was able to open the emergency door release in one pull vs idia almost breaking his back to open it,,,,,,,rook hunt why are you so perfect wtf)

[ about : mirror ?? ]

WE'RE HAVING A DREAM SEQUENCE N O W ???? w h a t ??? did yuu get knocked out from the magic blast that was thrown at them ?

also it's funny how hercules and idia have similar dreams to each other. like how they both want to be like everybody else, but in different ways. whilst hercules was revered for his strength, idia and the shrouds are shunned by those that remember them, and others don't know them at all. and it's all because they were given a blessing/curse. i remember how idia said before that a blessing or a curse is dictated by a person's will, so every blessing can become a curse and vice versa if a person wills it to be.

[ about : EPEL UM !!! ]

OMG HIS UNIQUE MAGICCCCC !!! it's so fitting !!!! the fact that he's the "poisoned apple" and the fact that his UM can put others into cases of glass, just like the one snow white was put into after she was "put to sleep" by the poisoned apple. wahhh that's so cool !!!

and it's pretty versitle too, bc you can use it to encase enemies, aka make them fall asleep and stop attacking. but you can also use it to encase your allies, in order to protect them from attacks, just like what epel did earlier. and it fits epel !! like he does pick fights with others sometimes, but his strongest urge is to protect others from harm, and to be a shield, so the spell fits perfectly <33

also the spell itself,,, "your eyes will close, your breath will still, crimson slumber" aghhhhh !! i think it's 10x a better name than sleep kiss, bc the thing that woke snow white was a kiss, and the thing that put her to sleep was the apple hence "crimson slumber" ^^ well played on the localization team's part >:D

[ about : poor staff... ]

[ about : og ortho... ]

mans is out here fighting for his life meanwhile leona and azul are like "let's save him, rob him, and make him show us the way >:D" jSKJFKSDJF and vil's like "smh,,,,,but also yes let's do that" HAJFHDJSF they really ARE all dirtbags this is so hilarious

[ about : jamiazu and their never ending beef ]

your honor, i just find them funny sbdhdhfj like guys yall are about to get killed by automated robot armor, why are you fighting each other :')))

it gives me the creeps how og ortho always uses "we" as a personal pronoun. it's actually terrifying. bc no matter what is left behind of og ortho, he's already become a part of whatever creature exists in the underworld rn.

[ about : overblot gang's rejection ]

vil... the way he takes their side and sees it from their perspective first and foremost. like he commends ortho for changing his thinking, and trying to take a chance for himself and idia. but he also knows when to be strict, bc he doesn't want to give up on his own dreams.

and leona ^^ obviously he has a lot of grievances with the current world, but the reset that ortho's planning has too many uncertain variables, and not enough certainty that the world will be remade in a way that would favor him, so ofc he would refuse.

jamil, obviously he doesn't like being ordered around. if he was going to remake the world, it would be by his own hand, and not because someone more powerful is trying to get him to do it out of fear.

azul of course is thinking about the economy, he can't do business in a world that's overrun with phantoms,,,,he would lose his 10-year-business plan if all phantoms start invading the world.

and riddle, as always, talks about rules. it makes sense, bc ortho's trying to make new rules for the whole entire world that would only benefit two people, and riddle being the guy who lives by rules to help protect and guide people wouldn't accept that.

[ about : POME REUNIONNN ]

AAAAAA THE WAY EPEL RAN ALL THE WAY TO VIL AND VIL WAS LIKE "EPEL" LIKE AHHHHH DAD SON MOMENTTT !!! they're so cute i love pome sm sm sniffsss the way rook runs as well and vil taking into stock that everyone's okay !!!! so happy !!!!! (also the other dormleaders being stock still bc what. why are there here.)

[ about : grim's power ]

i fucken knew ittttt— last book 6 thoughts i pointed out how maybe grim's "full potential" was being hindered by his curse. maybe his curse is activated in the presence of blot density. bc he only went berserk after eating 5 blot stones, and then he went berserk again in STYX because the halls started filling up with strong blot fumes. so the curse might lift when he's surrounded by blot and he can access the normal magic reserves that direbeasts usually have.

OR grim can naturally digest blot...? maybe he can use blot like a mage can utilize their magic pool when he's berserk, which explains why he hasn't overblotted yet after eating 5 blot stones. and it lines up with them being unable to figure out his blot accumulation rate.

[ about : leona's wager ]

HELP ??? i mean. deserved. BUT ALSO HELPPPP— time to grab a bag of popcorn before they start beating idia up sjfkdsjfk

[ about : rook hunt :")))) ]

NOT ROOK WANTING TO DO A HUDDLE I'M CRYING JSKFDJSKF the way that every single person hates it other than epel ToT this is so funny i love rook so much

not them huddling and then...standing in silence ??? i'm about to start crying real tears bc of these clowns sjdfksfks

[ about : FUCK ]

THE JUMPSCARE I GOT FROM ORTHO'S VOICE HOLY SHIEETTT,,,, idia's voice as well, are they getting corrupted by the blot...?

lowkey kinda nervous about the fights but wish me luck y'all hhhhh

never have i been more terrified by ortho before iN MY LIFE.

[ about : the elusive 6-66 ]

ok i'm gonna keep playing, but i'll leave off here and make a separate post for 6-66 and 6-67 bc i know those two chapters will be long asffff

#/trau rambles #wish me luck everybody #twst book 6 #twst book 6 spoilers #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland

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rays-of-fire-and-ice · 1 year

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BLEACH: The Thousand Year Blood War Ep 20 & 21 Reactions and Thoughts

Overall reaction to episode 20:

I didn't have time last week to sit down and write my thoughts on episode 20, so I'll try (key word being try) keep it short and sweet. It was bombastic, fantastic, and...oddly fast paced? Maybe it's because I was reading the fight as it was coming out so it felt like it was slower, but it feels like they've adapted this fight at an almost break neck speed.

It was still very enjoyable, and by god they did not have to make this as epic looking as they did, but I for one am definitely glad they did. Just looking at these gifs makes me feel hyped:

I also loved seeing that moment where Kenpachi briefly turns back into a child, back to when he loved fighting the most. He's not holding back anymore, he's going all out like he did when he was younger.

Seeing how they made Kenpachi look in this fight has set the bar high for my expectations of his bankai reveal. I was already looking forward to seeing it, and now I'm even more hyped for it!

Gremmy got a good showing here too, but with the fast pace, I almost felt like he could've used another episode? I've never been a fan of his but I also don't have a problem with his character, I just feel there's a teeny bit of untapped potential there that could've been shown across two episodes. I also liked the part where it dawns on him that he can go all out, that he's found someone who's tapped into a side of him he's never had to explore before.

And come on, I wasn't the only one that teared up when 1) Isane found out Unohana was dead, and 2) when Yachiru reflected on meeting Kenny for the first time, and knowing this is the end now. She is both sad and but happy he's finally discovered his zanpakuto's name, her name. She no longer named after the fighter Kenpachi admired most, she is now fighting alongside him, giving him the power he's been holding back this whole time. A moment like this just made em remember how much I love their father-daughter dynamic, and how much I'll miss now going forward and wish we got to see more moments of them together.

Overall, a great episode with the occasional bit of odd pacing. Again this could be due how I was reading the manga at the time, so take my observation with a grain of salt. I went into the episode hyped and came out even more hyped. Now, on to episode 21.

Overall reaction to episode 21:

This week, we got the return of Ichigo and the leaving of Uryu. I'll admit it straight up: I was mixed on this one. I still enjoyed it and it had a few highlights I'll go over, but this was...also oddly paced. It doesn't help that quite a bit of content was cut, and uh...yeah, the outfit, we'll get to that in just a moment.

Main highlights:

Yachiru, where are you?: Oh no, here come back the tears! The new Number One theme: great, loved it, gave me AC/DC vibes! Add it to the catalogue of iconic BLEACH music. Ichigo's return: the music, the animation, the staging of it, all fantastic. I loved his reenter into the Soul Society, almost like the comet Kenpachi just destroyed last episode. Also, seeing his banter with Kenpachi made me grin, I've always liked that moment between them. And fo course, that iconic double page finally getting adapted with 'I've come to save you'. 10/10 right there! It also made me realise this now the second time Ichigo has stumbled on a captain who's near dying and he has to protect them. Ichigo vs the Bambis: it's not a major fight, but I loved the animation here. The magical girl transformations of the Bambis were great, and the showcase of their powers were just as good. Giselle's dancing skeletons made me laugh, not gonna lie. Actually, she made me laugh a few times in this episode. The squad shows up to get the plot Ichigo moving along: nice to see this adapted. Uryu's exit: oh man, this hurt. It's one thing to read this scene, it's another to see it animated and hear it voiced. Seeing the gang back together for this one moment was definitely a sad one; these were the core four who risked their lives to have each other's backs and to protect Karakura Town. I also liked a few of the changes made here, like Chad getting a moment and the added dialogue.

Now, on to the issues with the episode, and unfortunately, I have a few.

First up, the cut content. Up until now, the cut content didn't seem as bad as the first season. You may all recall how Byakuya's funeral monologue was cut and so was the lieutenant's meeting. In the grand scheme of things, these aren't major scenes but there felt like important [albeit small] character moments that tell you somethign about the character/s and/or bond between two or more characters, had moments of world building, and/or added to the atmosphere of the arc.

As far as I am aware, season 2 hasn't cut any moments like this up until now. So I was sad to not see the Shinji and Momo scene with Omaeda. Again, it's a moment that's not important to the overall arc or any of the battles going on (because one of BLEACH's priorities as a Shounen is going to be it's battles), but it's a nice moment between the three characters. We see Shinji's sarcasm and joking side, and Momo coming in to make sure Omaeda knows not listen to this clown. After she gets to work healing Soi Fon and the others, Shinji remarks that she isn't Fourth Division level but she did as good as job as she could healing him, then we have the small exchange between Omaeda and Shinji. It shows the dynamic between Momo and Shinji, a vulnerable moment for Omaeda, and is a small breather in between the fights. Do I still hold out hope this will be adapted later on down the track with new context to Shinji and Omaeda's conversation? Of course I do, I can't help it. Do I really expect it to get included though? No, unfortunately I don't...

On the other hand, we've also gotten some great added content in return, like Renji and Byakuya's teamwork against As Nodt, extended fights, and Shinji's bankai - note though how most of these added moments revolve around the battles.

Second is the pacing. this is related to the cut content, but it feels like there's a rush to get somewhere. The fight with he Bambies is not exactly long in the manga, but it didn't feel this short while reading. This brings up a point I have seen several blogs and Twitter users raise: the pacing is all over the place this season. To put it into perspective:

Episode 15 covered chapters 547 to 551.

Episode 16 adapted chapters 552 to 554 and 559, and had added content with Shinji's shikai and Hisaki, Ikakku, and Yumichika vs Mask de Masculine.

Episode 17 covered chapters 555 to 560.

Episode 18 covered chapters 560 (pages 7-16 according to the wiki) to chapter 565.

Episode 19 is a bit all over the place, with some whole chapters being adapted (567 to 570) but also sections from 5 others (see the wiki for more details here).

Episode 20 adapted chapters 570 to 578, with pages 1-9 of chapter 579 too; that's almost 10 chapters worth of content all in one episode, and this was the episode I saw get the most criticism for it's pacing.

In this week's episode, chapters 579 to 586 got adapted, with a section of chapter 565 getting adapted too. Again, that's almost 10 chapters and spans over two volumes of the manga.

The third and final criticism is more of a nit pick as I'd hoped this would be changed but wouldn't have been surprised if they kept i (and it's technical faithful to the source material): Orihime's outfit and how it doesn't make sense for her character.

If you enjoy fan service, no problem and you do you. If you think this outfit suits Orihime, good on you. I also know I'm not the target audience BLEACH is trying to appeal to; but Orihime's outfit is something I have found harder to overlook as the years go by.

I won't lie, this was my reaction when I saw the outfit and THAT chest shot (albeit a blink and you'll miss it one) before she activated her powers:

I don't mind if characters have revealing outfits, so long as it makes sense for the character. For Rangiku, it makes sense because she's the kind of character who's confident in her appearance and can be a little flirty. I've always been on the fence with Tier's design, as one hand she has such a cool look, but on the other, I didn't mind when the anime censored her design a little; I felt it didn't take away from her character nor did it necessarily add anything though.)

This outfit is just not in character for Orihime. I know Kubo tries to justify it a few chapters later, but it doesn't work for me. It makes Orihime look naive and Kisuke even more perverted (which is only emphasized much later with Yoruichi...I now have concerns for that moment). It screams 'done for the sake of fan service' not for the sake of character or story. Kubo has gone on the record a number of times saying he likes a certain fan service, one that becomes very apparent in this arc. As a side note, it's been interesting to see the discussion about this outfit compared to her Hueco Mundo one over on Reddit, I recommend giving it a read.

After seeing that they cut Rukia's butt from that episode in season 1, I had wondered if they would alter Orihime's outfit a little, but while I was not surprised, I was a bit disappointed that this one element that has remained faithful to the source material.

Regardless, it's good to see Orihime (and Chad) again and I hope she gets more added content about her powers and how she feels about this whole situation.

Overall, a good episode this week that had a few good moments but also a few criticisms. The latter didn't really take away from my enjoyment of the episode, but they were more apparent this week then in any other episode I've watched so far.

Next week, it looks like we're getting a clip show? Are they running behind schedule? Either way, no reaction next week, so stay tuned for the week after.

If all goes according to schedule for the week after, we're getting CHICKEN EYEBROWS (please don't cut this, please don't cut this, please don't cut this please don't-) and the start of Giselle's arc (although at this rate with the pacing it might just end up being the whole arc in one go XD). I'll be interested to see how they go about this one, especially for the Japanese and English dubs for Yumichika (if you know, you know).

#kenpachi zaraki #yachiru #isane kotetsu #gremmy thoumeaux #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #sado yasutora #uryu ishida #bleach episode reactions #bleach

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rodeodeparis · 2 years

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oda headacanons masterlist

not a mandarin-speaker; maybe hokkien/a wu dialect (ik my friend likes toying with him being wenzhouese) ? regardless his mandarin is shit but he can understand it well enough to get by⁰*

the other guys in the bats speak in similar dialects, they all met through the previous gang they were in, but most of them are considerably better at mandarin than he is

got around to understanding mandarin mostly from work/life experience

tachibana and oda usually speak to each other in japanese, or tachibana will say something in mandarin and oda will respond in japanese

he got to the name “jun oda” because it’s a translation/transliteration of his chinese name

“oda” coincidentally had characters that sound like “weitian”, which in his case is spelled differently (尾田 is a common japanese surname but reads like a japanese name in the same way “pierre” reads like a french name)

also got to “jun” because it sounds like “chen”. his surname (he uses 純 for jun which is “chun” in chinese, chen>chun>jun?)

realistically i’m pretty sure this is just writers deciding on a japanese name before a chinese one and choosing common japanese names for him

generally an insecure person with a tendency to compensate

tachibana has [slightly] more chest hair than him and he’s insecure about it

also has trouble growing facial hair, he can keep his stubble for months w/o it changing much

considers himself to be short despite being like 6′ something because he’s seen a few guys taller than him like once

consistently worries tachibana will stop liking [slash loving] him someday despite the fact that he literally lost his arm to save his life. this got a lot worse after the documentary

tachibana is not very expressive/showing of affections in the way oda is and oda still isn’t 100% used to it

“city boy” who grew up in bad conditions & with abusive/neglectful parents which more or less gave him an easy transition into involvement w/ gangs

not necessarily a headcanon but he gives me only child vibes in the “your mom died giving birth to you” sort of way

i feel like the attitude he has towards tachibana of “putting him on a pedestal” (for lack of a better term) speaks to some sort of difficulty in thinking about relationships in a non-conditional way

i also think he has this relationship w/ his past, see below

came to japan before 1976 (he was a stowaway, so...) at 17/18

open about his past up to a certain point (and especially not after the documentary). leaves gaps that sometimes tachibana can find out on his own and other times are ominously absent, very contrary to tachibana being 100% open w/ him (& the other bats)

(cw sex trafficking/sexual assault ??? ) the way both he and makoto phrased it makes it sound like it was a deal where he was tasked with finding women & sending them somewhere specific (to put it lightly), sort of a middleman? since he was involved w/ gangs it makes the most sense to me

(cw 2) i’m undecided about whether he continued trafficking with the bats

he absolutely feels remorse for what he did, especially after meeting tachibana, and even moreso after the documentary

i think it was in a similar sort of step to tachibana in that he was repressing the remorse/trying not to think about it but after the documentary he couldn’t ignore it anymore

in our modern lgbt parlance he would be considered “bi”, but if you asked him he would be very confused because he doesn’t think about stuff like that very much. have not decided if i think he’s trans or not yet

was masc 4 masc in the strict proto-instagram gay “hunks only” way before meeting tachibana. his type for women is similarly gendered (big tits long hair etc) but that hasn’t really changed

(if cis) whenever he found tachibana was trans he had the normal cis person questions but it didn’t really shock him too much bc he’d seen and slept with trans women before. ultimately it didn’t affect the way he viewed tachibana, and it’s not like he would reject tachibana in any way for any reason lol

sex wise he and tachibana switch but tachibana is the more “dominant” one with a bad habit (which started mainly when oda started being more distant) of giving into what oda wants bc he likes keeping him close

like how tachibana isn’t expressive he is also silent during sex. like not a peep. he has to consciously think of things to say. oda isn’t 100% used to that either

not neurotypical. idk how but he isn’t

some sort of writing/speech/language-related learning disability? (dyslexia?)

uh misc

black and white thinker. not introspective at all. nothing is “maybe” with this guy. arguably canon

and tachibana isn’t and his clothes are black and white and oda’s are colorful and

scared of thunder***

the way he dressed seems to me like the equivalent of someone with only 80s clothing at their disposal trying to dress in a 70s fashion. may be inspired by older movies/stars?

color and pattern-matching tended to not get too out of hand for more mainstream/trendy stuff but was a little more bold-colored and tastefully mismatched in the 70s

if only he’d lived seven more years...

big big big versace guy. if not versace then versace-esque clothes. loves that 80s color-blocking patterns thing

annoying to go to the movies with because he talks the whole way through and asks questions that could be answered by just watching the movie

got a woman pregnant once at a one night stand. not paying child support or anything like that. no interest in being involved in the child’s life at all***

tachibana knows (oda never told him, he found out on his own) and is ambivalent about it

⁰ - i’m not fluent and can only know stuff through looking it up so please correct me if anything is wrong/weird. for the name thing most of these are based off of mandarin pronunciations so it could be off base

* - taken from chinese fans & friends

*** - taken from fics i read on pixiv

#jun oda #tachioda #will update once i come up w/ other things #repost because i messed it up

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Okay so I actually have a lot of ideas for my Playa and one thing I really want to share is well, basically the jist of his life before joining the saints. It's not the greatest but yeah, click read more if you're interested in hearing what in the gods names I wrote.

So my Playa's actual name is Alex Lewis and he grew up with very rich parents. (I think Playa being apart of a gang and living like a 'normal' person when he has a shit ton of money and rich parents is funny. Plus it's a nice explanation on why he can just grab the money from the in-game safes from the cribs without any care, as it can be part of the gangs 'checks' to their people and his 'allowance' because holy crap there's usually a lot of money in those things.) Now he's also the youngest of the three children (him included) his parents had. (His parents were trying to embody the Nuclear family, Dad works, mom stays home, and the children have to be (for them) one boy, one girl, and the last child is a wild card (boy or girl).)

So unlike Playas two siblings (Adam and Brooklyn) who were raised pretty strict so that his parents could have the 'perfect family', he was given lots of freedom as he was the wild card in the family and they figured that he would follow his siblings lead (which was pretty much true). But while he had that freedom he was also held to the same standards as his two siblings and was pretty sheltered to the world. So because of that it kind of enforced the idea of following along with whatever others say (usually) especially in the two gangs he had joined (this will be expanded upon).

Now because of the high pressure and anxiety from his parents to reach and even surpass the bar that was set and sometimes even rising further, he developed selective mutism. When this developed his mother was frantic with finding out what was wrong with him, she went to numerous doctors which all gave her the same answer. She eventually accepted it and did everything she could to try and 'fix' it which is also a big factor in why he was given so much freedom. His mother also over accommodates him quite a lot which is why he tends to not want to be seen with her as it's rather embarrassing, especially when she makes a scene. His selective mutism also only really dissipates when he's relaxed with a person in an area he's relaxed in, in a area alone and away from everyone where his anxiety melts away (example; his car, his room, the loft, outside in the wilderness, and out on the water), wearing a full face mask, extremely high anger which runs over his anxiety (otherwise he stays quiet and seethes internally), and when he can't suppress a stupid joke. Otherwise he just writes out his words/expresses them, examples on where/what he uses; phone text, charades, refrigerator letters, paper and pen, white/chalk board, basically anything.

Later in life when he finishes high school his family moves over to Stilwater for his fathers job. ( His sister coming with as she didn't like the city they were living in before and she didn't want to move out just yet.) This is where Playa finally gets to move out and he finds a listing for the Loft we see in game. (I really like this Loft for some reason so it's Playas now). He also decided to do some baby sitting and he babysits two little girls that dress him up like a princess and forces him to do tea parties and what not, which is why he keeps his hair long so that the two girls can decorate it. Those two little girls are also some of the few people he actually speaks too after a little while of babysitting them.

While he's there he ends up first joining the Vice kings (ironically enough considering how close the saints are) because someone invited him to join after he accidentally saves a few of their asses a few times. While he was with them he found that many of the members used him to buy things but he was primarily used as a scapegoat, many members leaving him to clean up their messes especially when they found out he was from money. After a few months of this he eventually had enough and left when he was almost killed, essentially faking his own death to the gang. With that little experience he did his best to just stay away from the gangs until he was saved by Julius, which then made Playa reconsider and join up with the saints.

#my art #saint's row #saints row oc #Playa #my playa saints row #my oc art #art #Digital art #character sheet???#saints row boss #woah look lore #fixed this up a bit and added a read more (I finally figured out how to do it because I'm not very bright)

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Sweet sweet Amber, how are you? Hope you're having a good weekend😘 I'm the same anon who shared Steve AOU imagination with you and I'm here to share some more.

I imagined Steve would meet his right partner the moment he woke up after 70 years in times Square. She was right there standing behind Nick Fury. She would help him settle in the 21st century because she felt bad for him, it was an act of kindness on repeat on her part. She'd make him smile and laugh on her jokes and show him that he's not the lonely one. She'd lost her family too when she was a young girl. She'd become Steve’s best friend. But his heart would do a somersaults when She'd give him a piece of her mind after knowing that he jumped out of the jet without parachute (TWS). She'd show him how mad she is because she cares and he would have this sweet smile on his face. He would see that she has all the motherly care in her. He'd promised her not to do anything like that again. And he'd just looked at her dreamily throughout TWS and at Fury's fake grave he'd place a kiss on her cheek catching her off guard. They'd stare into each eyes inches apart and both feel the shift in their heart. She'd help him locate Bucky and during the time b/w TWS and AOU, he would fall hopelessly and helplessly in love with her. He'd convince her in of the Stark galas to give them a chance and she'd tell him that she's not easy, the couple of relationships she had in the past lasted couple a months only, b/c no one wants to deal with her and Steve would assure her that he'd not leave unless she wants him to. And that would be the start of their whirlwind romance.

Nat and Tony would tease them to be teen agers in love and it was true, their giggles, whispers, blushed and flushed cheeks would be seen and echoed through compound. Steve would show how deeply he's falling for her through his kisses and innocent touch. And the first time they would make love he'd chant his I love yous in her ear leaving her shocked because she had told him that she wouldn't say the L word to him b/c she's afraid that she'd lose the people she loves but he'd just tell her that she doesn't have to say it back b/c his love for her is enough for both of them. He'd not ask her to say it back but she'd just pour her love in everything she'd do for him. She'd make him his favourite food, arrange their date nights in the kitchen and would do everything just the way he likes. And the biggest thing she'd do for him without saying I love you would be that she’d let him save Bucky, let him prioritise Bucky. Just before accords while he was in Lagos for the mission and she stayed back because she's been waking up sick. She'd found out that her husband has indeed knocked her up and she'd be ready to tell him, surprise him but accords happened and she would announce her retirement not taking any of their side. Steve was hurt and mad but wouldn't tell her anything. She'd hide the news from him because he'd drop everything to be with her that included Bucky and she wouldn't do that to him. Bucky was the only family he has and she wouldn't do that to him so she stayed back retired but got Nat to let them take the jet after the fight and also got Sharon to help Steve. She’d wait for Bucky to be safe first......

Ohh no, I'm sorry Amber, this was long. But I just think about it all the time...

Babes! I feel like if you ever decided to do some story writing you would be incredible at it. This is so good! Full of heartfilled moments, companionship, playfulness, drama and angst. It would take my heart and I would live happily in this verse of yours.

I really love how you vision the reader making Bucky such an important part for Steve. She's not making him prioritize her over Bucky. After this is all said and done, I see her and Buck having this incredible relationship, like siblings. Poor Steve when they gang up on him. 😂😂😂

But babes this is beautiful, thank you for sharing your dreams about these two.

And I'm doing good! Working on making dinner for the family and reading Throne of Glass to end my day. 💜

#amber answers #creative anons always making me in awe

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bxttxrflybxddie · 2 years

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omgggg hcs for himbo malewife brett!!! (would be be a house husband??) 🥺🥺

|Brett Hand as a House Husband|

a/n: BRETT!! ugh i love him sm and ty for requesting! also sorry that this took WAY too long, i havent rewatched inside job since like december 😭 ty for reading!

pairing: househusband! malewife! brett hand x pregnant! afab! reader

post type: headcanons + some drabble

requested: yes!

word count: 1.2k

warnings: afab reader but gender neutral, pre-established relationship, pre-established marriage, mentions of pregnancy and BIRTH, slight angst! (brett's familial trauma mention), FLUFF, fambly, use of mommy when describing reader but like not seriously yfm

ever since his family left him, something he's desperately wanted was to bring some good into the world and prove to himself that he would never be like — be better than them

because a negative and a positive are better than nothing

so, when the day came when you both found out you were pregnant, he was ECSTATIC

if you work at Cognito Inc, he'll break the news to everyone before you even have the chance 😭

you take one (1) day off because you're not feeling well and your phone buzzes every minute w a new text from your coworkers

pleaseee don't be mad he's just very excited !!

if you don't work with everyone, he's still gonna gush about it to The Gang™️

"and this is a photo of (name) and i right after we found out!!"

"brett this is the 16th time today you've showed me that picture"

no matter what he's gonna beg you to take maternity leave as soon as possible

then he can finally spoil you !!! please dear reader let him take care of you while you're pregnant 🥲 it's his love language

as much as he wants to be a good father, he knows that he doesn't know what to do when it comes to 'Good Father Experiences'

^ he DEFINITELY tells his therapist about the pregnancy! they know about his trauma and parental fears, they're so proud of him!

it's one thing to want something and it's something completely different to take the leap!!

brett starts working (even more) overtime in preparation for the little baby

he tries to balance the world on his shoulders; you're giving him a BLOODLINE, you're not allowed to lift a finger!!

after a serious talk about how this makes you feel, he'll back off and take tiny, short break

towards the end of your pregnancy, when the baby's arrival is right around the corner, something in brett switches

his domestic dreams and desires to be seen as useful combine into a very plausible reality of staying at home and taking care of the family

taking care of your family

of course he still has his job, but he doesn't really need it; he's saved a lot of money throughout the years!

he can be a good house husband for you !! cook and clean for you while you work hard at your job !!

a part of brett wants to give the little cutie everything he didn't get as a child; an unconditional amount of love and an unfaltering support system

mr. hand will not so subtly drop hints about his wants for the future

it's early morning; approximately 5 am. the deep purple of the sky seeps its way into your shared room. the crib standing out as the new addition.

your ginger husband holds you. his warm and built chest against your back as you lay on his left arm. his right hand running it's thumb over your grown belly. the three of you awake (the little one making sure of that) but not up, admiring the peace before the day begins.

"i'm so lucky." he whispers; you can hear his golden smile in the way he talks. "i can't wait to be a good father."

"really?" you ask. sarcasm is heavy with your tone; but there isn't any menace behind it. you already know he's going to be amazing.

"mhmm." his hand cups ever-so-slightly. he does this when he talks to the baby. "i'll cook you yummy dinners, help with homework, go to your games- or recitals- or concerts!, help pick up your toys, play catch, everything. and anything."

he hums adoringly and holds you closer. it's in that moment you just know.

he's panicky when it's go time. he has the brown, paper sack for breathing, and the bags filled of everything (the internet said you needed) for the hospital.

the delivery was LONG but the baby arrived all safe and sound!

you and brett shed quite a few tears upon seeing the entirely new person the both of you created

he was SOBBING

the first couple of nights were really rough; especially when it came to adapting to the new sleeping schedule (or lack of)

but as time went on, the two of you learned!! and the experience became easier

the baby likes to eat!! a lot!!!

brett takes the night shift when it comes to feedings and changings, he insists!

when the baby just wants to cuddle at 2am, you can hear brett humming while rocking them

"you'll never know, dear, how much i love you."

you flutter open your eyes to see the golden light of the lamp illuminate your husband. his attention completely on your comforted baby in his arms. a soft smile found it's way onto your unenergized face.

"please don't take my sunshine away."

once it's been a few months, brett has to make the decision on wether or not to go through with completely quitting his job and taking care of your little family

he wants to. every cell in his body is screaming at him to take the plunge and never look back!!

but he works for the government in all it's evil glory, would they even allow him to quit?

he calls reagan and asks for advice. she's his bestie and would definitely at least give good advice.

unfortunately this is where he finds out that only way to leave his job is to get fired 😭 just because of how much of a huge secret it is

he quickly thinks of ways to make that happen before deciding otherwise

but !! she tells him that since he's pretty enough, he could convince JR to let him work from home. most of his job is inspiring his co-workers and he doesn't always need to be in person to do that

after begging on his knees, sobbing having a serious discussion about the future, brett's able to work from home!!

there is one condition; the children and the workplace must stay SEPARATED

cognito inc. can't afford another mr. ridley situation

brett and jr shake on it

he won't lie he doesn't like not being able to have 100% free time with the family :( but 2 incomes are better than 1 in the long run

speaking of the workplace The Gang™️ LOVES hearing stories about your baby

especially Gigi!! i personally hc she has some experience with kiddos herself so she loves to listen and give advice!!

glenn also gives advice but.....brett don't take it pls

myc reads brett's mind sometimes to see if he thinks abt you and the baby as much as he talks about you two and the answers YES

andre makes sex jokes abt you and brett CONSTANTLY

"ehehehehe. you've seen their mommy milkers."

"don't say that, a-dog :( what the heck, man."

aunt reagan comes over and babysits frequently!! she also spoils your kiddo(s) often lol if they pick up a passion for machinery she is by their side in a heartbeat!

brett is an amazing father overall as he promised!! from the newborn stage he's been listening, learning, and always tries to improve himself and his fatherly skills

he bandages any boo-boos

reads them to sleep before tucking them in

helping them do their hair in the morning before preschool

he already wants more children 😭 calm down sir

walking through your front door after work to be welcomed by hugs and giggles is a dream

and for brett, a dream come true

especially when he gets to hear you say the most cliché, magical words he's always wanted to hear

"honey! i'm home!"

#inside job #brett hand #x reader #x you #fluff #malewife #house husband #brett hand x reader #headcanons #drabble #pregnancy #birth #king i love him sm #THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭

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salami2 · 2 years

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Ch. 2 - Vecna’s Curse

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary - When news of Chrissy Cunningham’s death, you and the gang find Eddie alone in an abounded drug dealers house. Now, you have to stay together and protect him, but somehow, the two of you learn things about each-other and grow closer…

w/c - 1.7k a:n - this chapter so far has my favourite scene i’ve ever written :) also, less Munson x reader but dw! we’ll get there

Warning(s) - spoilers for ep.2, guns, death, murder, bleeding, Eddie almsot killing Steve, blood.

Chapter List - Ch.1 , Ch.3 , Ch.4 , Ch.5 , Ch.6

You couldn’t believe it. Your eyes were deceiving you, you thought. There’s no way this could happen…

The grainy television inside your class were only distant voices compared to the headline.

‘Girl found Murdered at Hawkins trailer park’

You excused yourself from the class, making a quick getaway from the front doors of the school as fast as your skates could take you.

The wheels felt like they could be on fire from how fast you were going. Speeding like a racecar who’s about to lose the race. Your mind was set on going to one place: Family Rental. To see if Steve was okay.

Hawkins, Indiana is the smallest town you’ve ever known. Well, technically it’s the only town you’ve ever known. Been living here your whole life. But you know damn well no murderers live in Hawkins.

Any human ones, at least.

You swung open the doors of ‘Family Video’. Steve and Robin whipped his head around in confusion then worried.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s dangerous, if you need to be picked up I-“

“Thank you, Steve- do you know whose trailer that was?“ “No, why?” He asked. You skated over to the computer, trying to start it and get it working.

“This isn't normal. Over the past 3 years, when have spontaneous murders ever happened at Hawkins? If it’s what I think it is, we need to find where the murder took place and start investigating.”

Everything was silent. Until the doors swung open, once again. There stood Max and Dustin. Their eyes laid on you, and a once confused Steve became confused once again.

“Nine! You got the same idea, too?”

You nodded, not entirely sure where to start. Dustin slid over the counter, furiating Steve and Robin. They both curse at Dustin as he heads to the computers.

“We need to find Eddie,” Dustin says, “He could be in serious trouble!”

“Wait, why are we trying to find Eddie?” You asked, curious as to why they brought up that boy's name.

“That trailer was his. Chrissy died in his trailer and now he’s a convicted murderer. We need to find him to see if he’s alright.”

Your heart started pounding a mile a minute. It felt like time was slowing down. Not only was someone you had just been with last night falsely accused, he’ll be hunted like a witch.

A cold sweat broke out on your forehead. Finding yourself praying he’s safe and sound.

“I need… I need a TV and some chords!”

The door of the abandoned house creaked open. Everyone's eyes looked around the messy surroundings, as Steve would put it.

“So… this is where Eddies been?”

Steve asked, carefully treading inside. Robin and Max pointed out empty cans and trash bags.

He grabbed an oar and started poking and prodding around. Sighing at your brothers idiotic antics once again. “Steve, what the hell are you doing? You could hurt Eddie if you're not careful.”

He scoffed. “Y/N, don’t worry. I’m sure your little friend would be fine.”

You drag the tv inside. Fixing it up with a special headset.

“Hey, don’t worry, guys. Steve will save us with his big, long oar! He’ll save us from any danger here!” Dustin jokes.

“Please Henderson, half of us here have had our lives in danger more than once. This kid can’t do anything to us that we haven’t been against-“

A tarp Steve was jabbing up flew up, revealing a hiding Eddie. He grabbed him by the collar, shoving him against the wall with a shattered bottle against his throat. Everyone went into high alert mode as you dug around in your backpack to grab something.

“EDDIE! STOP, PLEASE, CALM DOWN, WE’RE NOT HERE TO HURT YOU!”

Dustin exclaimed, trying to stop Eddie from cutting Steve’s throat. “We’re here to help you, right guys- NINE Y/N WHAT THE HELL!?”

You had your eyes on Eddie, who was currently looking scared out of his mind.

A loaded shotgun was in your hands, pointing directly at the boy's head. Everyone was completely stunned at what was happening. Eddie's mouth agape.

“Let go of my GODDAMN BROTHER!” You shouted, unwilling to move from your position. Eyes steady on that Munson boy.

“If you let go, I won’t shoot and put the gun away. But if you don’t… don’t expect me to hold back.”

Dustin spoke up. “Eddie, we’re on your side. This is Robin, from band! This is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D, that’s Steve- And the one about to kill you you already know, Y/N. Just… please. Let go and we can talk.”

He hesitated. Eddie let go of his grip on Steve and sat down. You tucked the gun in your backpack, still keeping an eye on Eddie.

Steve came up to you and gave you a pat on the back. As if to say ‘thanks’.

“Eddie… We’re just here to help. Tell us what happened that night. I promise, we’ll believe you…”

He scoffed, lips trembling. His body was crouched, like he became a ball. He wasn’t ready to fight. You felt sorry for him, looking like a shivering puppy.

“You wouldn’t believe me…” he mumbled, hiding his face.

“Try us.” Your voice called out.

Both your [E/C] eyes and his round, brown doe eyes didn’t stray away. As if communicating telepathically, you awkwardly looked away. As if to say a quiet ‘sorry’.

He spilled his guts out to you. The situation with Chrissy, drug deals, her body contorting as she died right in front of him. Your heart broke for Eddie. You knew that facing the demogorgon was traumatic for everyone who first experiences it, but for him, he was completely innocent in it. I mean, everyone is. But you thought how nobody else should have gotten involved.

“… You all think this is bullshit, huh?” He asked, looking away.

“No, we believe you.” Robin said. “Don’t bullshit me man!” he exclaimed back.

“We’re not.” You protested, inching closer towards him. He jerked back, a little afraid of what you’d do to him. In good faith, you put your hands up, coming in peace.

“Look,” Dustin said, “Y/N- no, Nine is going to need to do something to you so we can see what happened that night.”

“It’s not going to hurt,” you quickly reassured, “But I just… need you to keep quiet about what I’m about to do. If word got out, my life could be on the line. I’m not joking about it.”

His cute, confused expression was evident. You slid on a monitored net on his head, secured tightly and synced to the busted television. You took a seat, taking a deep breath.

It’s been so long since you’ve done this. Shaking, you decided to take his hands. Holding them out for him.

When he slid his cold, ringed hand you felt it again. The perfect fit, like last night.

Focusing, you start using your powers.

Static showed on the screen what he had seen that night. His eyes were wide, like a frightened deer. Though you couldn’t see. Since yours was firmly shut, trying to show everyone what you can see.

Eddie felt like his trauma was replaying once again. It couldn’t be… how is this happening?

How was Y/N doing this?

You got to the moment where Chrissy hit the floor when you gave out, exasperated. You let go of his hands and slumped in your chair.

A stream of blood trailing down from your left nostril.

Robin gave you a tissue as Dustin took noted on what happened.

“Holy shit-“ Eddie gasped. “What just happened? How did you do that? Is she like… a wizard??”

So much confusion circulated his brain. But one thing was for sure:

That was the coolest shit he’s ever seen!

“Yeah, she’s great.” Dustin chuckled, as you gave him the best sloppy high five you could muster.

“I can’t believe I actually stayed…”

You mumbled under your breath, leaning against the cold exterior of an unused boat. An arm over your shut eyes.

Currently, you were sitting in the house that Eddie was staying in while a certain red car swiftly got away. That car was Steves. And all of your friends had asked you to stay with Eddie while they try to solve the mystery. Asking for your help when everything was figured out.

Eddie gazed at you, starstruck, from across the room.

He walks up to you and sits next to you, in a childish manner.

“So, uh,” he speaks, prompting you to look at him, “I have, like, a shit ton of questions.” he states.

You giggle. “And what are they?” You ask.

“Ok, first off: YOU HAVE SUPER POWERS!?”

You burst out laughing. It had been a while since you got a reaction like that. A genuine smile forming on both of your faces.

“Well, yeah. Reading people's minds is just one. But, if I try hard enough…”

You look dead- locked on a toppled can of empty soda. Hand reaching out as if to have grabbed it. After a moment or trying, the can started to rattle in its place, slowly but surely lifting off the ground. Causing Eddie to stand up shocked. Spewing out a long line of curses in amazement.

“Holy SHIT- That’s fucking metal!” He shouts, jumping up and down a bit.

You laughed, cleaning up the bit of blood. “Ok, ok, next question: why does Henderson call you Nine?”

Pausing, you showed your wrist to him. A faded tattoo reading ‘009’ shown. He made an ‘o’ with his mouth. “A little weird to get a numbered tattoo. Like you're some sort of war prisoner.”

You decided now was not the time to tell him. You weren’t exactly sure how he would take you being a Hawkins Lab escapee that had to undergo traumatic tests every day from your birth.

“Last, and final one: Why the hell do you carry a shotgun around??”

“Self defense. If I’m ever in a situation where I can’t use my hands or powers. It’s just something I’ve always had, ever since 83’”

He nodded, licking his lips.

“Are you satisfied?” You smiled. He gave you one of his dorky ones.

“Somewhat. But, we should do this more often.” He said. You raised an eyebrow. “Do what?” You wondered.

“Talk. You have a nice voice.”

Sputtering on your words, you didn’t know what to say. Placing a hand on your cheek. Yep, you were blushing alright.

“Ever the charmer, Munson. Ever the charmer…”

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Reconnect-Finn Shelby x Reader

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Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! May i request an either tommy or finn shelby x reader? (Whicheverr one u think suits best) for this prompt i found: character A and B have been in a longterm relationship and nothing can get in between, until one day something does and they drift away. But then they reconnect emotionally and everything feels like the first time again (first kiss, first meal together etc) 🙏🏼💜 i love ur writing thank u’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, finance issues, drinking, fluff

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"Finn, is that you?" I called out from our bedroom as I heard the front door open. I tensed up when I didn't hear a reply, only to let out a sigh when I heard him giggling.

He was drunk again, it happened almost every week now. Tommy would have given him something important to do for the gang, and whether or not Finn succeeded with that task, he would go out and celebrate with his mates. I would sometimes tag along if I wasn't tired from the week of working, but after seeing our finances, I realised we needed to stop acting like teenagers and start saving wisely.

"Hello my gorgeous girl." he slurred out as he entered the room.

"Hello Finn." I replied as I received a sloppy kiss to my forehead.

He flopped down beside me in bed, taking the book out of my hands and throwing it to the floor. Finn wrapped his arms around me, snuggling into my lap. I took off his hat, stroking back his hair. He was cold from the brisk walk home, causing me to shiver.

“You should have come out tonight." he said.

"I got off work late."

"He kept you again?"

"No, I decided to stay."

"Why? You always say you're tired."

"I'm tired because I'm picking up extra shifts and hours so that we can start saving up for a house."

"I've told you, we don't need to worry about that. Business is good."

"Finn, we're not going to be given the money. We have to earn it."

"Tommy will help us."

"He might help but he won't give us a lot. And even if he did hand us a house, we've got to have enough money for the bills, furniture-"

"It will be fine."

"Finn, we've not even had our wedding yet!"

We had been engaged for half a year. We were wanting to be married sooner, but problems arose with the Peaky Blinders it distracted us both from it, especially since our lives were in danger. I desperately wanted to have enough money for the wedding and house, though it looked like it was going to be one or the other at this point.

"What's wrong with the flat?" Finn now sat up.

"Did you seriously ask me that question? There's only so much I can do to this dump to make it look somewhat liveable. It just doesn't feel like home."

"We'll get the money. Don't worry. Look, look," he took my hands in his,"we will get a house. I promise. And believe me, I want to marry you as soon as I can, there needs to be another ring on that finger. And I need to see my name at the end of yours."

I stupidly believed him. Those adoring eyes I once trusted had lied to me. Finn kept his promise for a week at max, soon breaking it. I didn't mind him going out with friends, we both needed to socialise, I just disagreed with the amount of times he was out and the amount of drinks he was buying each night. He would always offer to get the next round, and although he was a Shelby, the discounts didn't make much difference at the end of the night. I decided I had to go with him to ensure that our money wasn't being poured away, struggling to stay awake for those long nights, and making work even harder every day. It was impossible to keep an eye on him like that.

Usually Finn would tell me if he was going out that night so I wouldn't worry. That stopped too. My mind was never at ease. How did I know he wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere after a job gone wrong? Or what if he was trapped somewhere by a rival gang? I could only rest when he returned, which he always luckily did. I pretended to be asleep, trying to not push him away as he slipped his arms around me, cuddling me for the rest of the night. My patience began to grow thin. I was too scared to speak up about it, worried that we would just end up having an argument. However, I knew we would have to bring it up soon, because our money was only disappearing instead of increasing.

One morning when I was leaving for work, I noticed that the drawer we locked our savings away in was slightly ajar, meaning someone had unlocked it and stupidly left it open. Of course it had to be Finn, no one had broken in during the night. My eyes widened when I saw how much he had taken, enraged that he would think me so foolish. Why would he take the money without asking? What was he using it for?

As I stormed towards the shop, I heard whooping from men in a car further up the street. My face turned into a deep frown when I recognised the car, managing to catch a glimpse of the people in it. They hadn't seen me, and I had to make sure my eyes were deceiving me.

I didn't care about the looks on me as I burst through into the shop, making a beeline for Polly's office. I harshly knocked on the door, entering when she called me.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" she asked, a lit cigarette in hand.

"Where's Finn?"

"Off out with his brothers, why?"

"Where are they going?"

"To the races."

I scoffed, placing a hand on my head in defeat.

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"He told me he would be in the office all day today."

"So? Things change."

"No, he specifically told me that. I never even asked about it. He made a point meaning he didn't want to risk me waltzing in. That means he's hiding something."

"(Y/N), they're only going to bet on horses today. They're mingling."

"They're betting today?!"

She stood, putting a hand on her hip."What am I missing here?"

"Pol, he's using money that we don't have! I need a car, I need to get to him."

"Look, even if my nephew is being the biggest idiot, it's a bad idea to go there."

"Why?"

Her eyes widened."Don't snap at me young lady."

"I'm sorry, I just, I just know he's going to be stupid with what little money we have at the minute."

Polly was silent for a few seconds, and I didn't know if she was just staring me out, trying to make me leave. Perhaps she didn't think it was anything to worry over. But it was to me. She surprised me when she went into one of her drawers, pulling out a set of keys.

"Come on. I'll get one of the girls to call your work, say you're sick."

I tightly clasped my hands together as Polly drove. I was furious, trying to think of what to say to Finn when I got there. He stole our money. He went behind my back, gambling away the money we worked hard to earn. I had never said it, but Finn had it much easier than I did. For one, he worked with family, and although I liked my job, the boss could sometimes be an arsehole; second, he earned a lot more than me, so he was the bigger breadwinner between us, but I worked longer hours. Yes, he was in a gang meaning he had more days where his life was under threat, but he seemed to be having a jolly good time anyway. Really, it wouldn't have mattered who worked longer or harder, or who earned more, it was still our money to spend on our house.

As soon as Polly parked up, I was straight out of the car. She quickly followed grabbing my arm and warning me to not get lost in the crowds. I couldn't make a scene, especially since there could be potential business partners or enemies about. I refrained from rolling my eyes, knowing she was right but also knowing that I would find it extremely hard to not scream at Finn.

Polly guided me to where the men would be, ignoring the shoving and shouting. I wished for her to walk quicker. We swiftly entered the posher boxes, almost stopped by a doorman until his accomplice shut him up. I even heard him whisper 'That's Polly Gray you idiot.', the one time I was glad we had a reputation. She only paused to scan the room for the boys but I spotted them first. Quickly moving past her, I couldn't stop my fists from clenching, seeing Finn joyfully drinking and laughing with his brothers only added fire to my fury.

"Finn!" I snapped, quickly catching his attention.

"(Y/N)?" he exclaimed, struggling to stand and clattering the plates and glasses on the table."W-what are you doing here?"

"Stopping you from spending our money like a fucking idiot! Where is it?"

"Oh, Finn boy is in the doghouse." John chuckled.

"Shut up!" I fiercely pointed at him.

"Where's what?" Finn brought me back.

"Our money!"

"I told you, you do this outside." Polly warned, shoving Finn in that direction, and I knew I had to follow him.

Luckily, we were left alone. Finn continued on, finding someplace we would be alone. Once we were in the clear, the distant roar of the crowds covering our conversation, I saw him sigh quietly, running a hand down his face when he realised what was coming.

"Where's the money Finn?" I asked, calmer but with a mean tone.

"Let me explain first.”

"Explain how you took our money without asking? How you just waltzed out this morning without consulting me?"

"Tommy said that there was a good chance, a very good chance that this horse would win, and I thought it would help us if we put our money on it. Imagine how much we'll have if it wins!"

"If it wins Finn, if! You're gambling our money, why would you do something like that?"

"Because you went on about not having enough money! And here I am trying to help!"

My mouth dropped open in shock."You really don’t see the problem here."

"No, actually, I don't." he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Finn, you stole money from the drawer! You then go behind my back and bet it away. Have you thought about what we'll do if that horse loses?"

"But it won't, Tommy said."

"And what if Tommy is wrong this time? Also, don't pin this on your brother, I know he hasn't even suggested this idea."

"I'm not-urgh!" Finn groaned."Why don't you trust me?"

"I can't trust a gamble Finn. I don't think you realise how many nights I've spent lying awake, worried that we'll never have enough for our own home, and thinking that you don't even care anymore."

"Of course I care. This is why I've bet the money."

"How is this not getting in your head?"

"(Y/N)," he took my hands in his, but I couldn't even look at him,"in a few minutes we will hear them announce the winner, and we will start jumping for joy when we realise how much money we're going to get back, and we're going to be so much closer to getting our home."

"Finn, I desperately want to believe that. But even if we do win, you're in deep trouble." I took my hands away from him, turning around. I couldn't even look at my own fiance.

On queue, we heard a man come over the intercom, it was muffled to me but I knew Finn was listening intensely. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched for his reaction, turning around fully when I saw his expression. We had lost. We lost all that money.

"How could you be so fucking stupid?!" I screamed at him, throwing slaps onto his chest."Why couldn't you just listen to me? I don't understand why you had to lie to me Finn!"

I broke down crying, shoving him away from me. My sobs were loud but I didn't care. Finn could watch, see how much he upset me. My heart sank at the thought of it all gone, Finn had left scarcely any money in the drawer back at the flat.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Finn pathetically said.

"You know how you always go on about your family never trusting you enough for the big jobs? That you never get to go out with them and help? This is why. Because you do things like this, you fuck everything up Finn. Fuck!" I wiped away my tears, even though more spilled out."You know I've always stuck beside you, but this is the last straw Finn. I can't be with someone who doesn't want to put effort into their future."

"What are you saying? (Y/N), I can fix this. I promise I'll get the money back, I'll-"

"How? That took us so long to build that up. And you were spending our money almost every night on useless drinking. I can't Finn, I can't live like that anymore."

He ducked his head, and I almost wanted him to say something. When he didn't, I knew what I had to do.

I took a deep breath before speaking."I'm going home. I suggest you stay at Polly's tonight."

"Let me take you home-"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Tommy suddenly appeared, he, his brothers and Polly approaching.

"Your nephew, your brother, just gave away almost all of our money betting on a horse. Not only that, but he took the money without telling me. That was money for a house." I angrily explained.

"Is that true Finn?"

Finn shamefully nodded.

"We can get you your money back (Y/N)."

"It's not about that Tom. He's lied to me. He promised me he wouldn't spend our money every week, yet he did. And then he takes our money without asking me about it first."

"I'll fix it (Y/N), I promise I will." Finn was begging at this point.

"Another promise that you're bound to break. I've had enough today."

"Let's get you home love." Polly said, putting a stop to this argument as she stepped forward, taking me under her arm.

Finn didn't come home that night. I didn't sleep. I was sat at the tiny dining table, staring at the ring on my finger, wondering what to do. It broke my heart to think about leaving him, but it also broke my heart thinking about how reckless he had been. Did I really want to be marrying someone who acted like this? Would he mature? My heart wanted to believe he would, but my mind kept telling me that today confirmed he wouldn't. That was one of the worst nights of my life.

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I couldn't stand this job any longer. But it was the only thing keeping me alive. It was crappy work, the pay was just above minimum, enough for me to buy food, pay my rent and have the tiniest amount left over. Saving up money was hard when it was just you. Even after two years, I didn't have enough to consider looking at places of my own, or with less roommates. It was exhausting keeping up with these girls I lived with, there were 6 of us altogether. It was a big change when I moved away from Small Heath.

"You ready (Y/N)?" one of my roommates called out to me as I finished applying my lipstick.

"Just a second!" I replied, checking myself in the mirror.

It was the rare occasion that I was going out with them, the one time we could all go out together at all. I was looking forward to a few drinks, and although that sounded hypocritical, I realised that I had to have a night or two in at least a month to relieve myself of the stress I put upon myself.

We arrived at the small club we always went to, it had the cheapest drinks this side of town. We all shivered in the cold weather, walking as fast as we could to make it to the club. The warmth was very welcome, as well as the loud music that drew us further in. It was the usual routine, a few of us grab a table, the others get the drinks in, then we would all make our way to the dance floor. Hours passed, and I had to get away from the heat coming from the dancing, stepping back towards our table to get a drink. I saw my roommate stumbling in the direction of the bar, rolling my eyes as I went to help her, perhaps getting a drink whilst I was there. However, once I got closer, I stared at the man she was starting to flirt with.

"Isaiah?" I said as I got closer.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled, bringing me in for a hug.

"You two know each other?" my roommate asked, looking disappointed.

"He's an old friend. Just that, nothing else."

Isaiah let me go."How long has it been? Two years?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, two years. What are you doing here?"

"Business. Nothing dangerous though, you girls are still in for a good night. Especially you if you're good." he winked to my roommate.

"Is he...is he here?" my voice suddenly went shaky, and I felt almost completely sober.

Isaiah's playful nature dropped."Uh, he is. He's really misses you (Y/N). Hasn't even looked at another girl since you left. He's just not been the same." I wasn't sure how to reply.

"I can't not tell him I saw you. Imagine if he found out, he would be so upset with me."

"I know. I wouldn't want to hurt your friendship."

"Maybe you should see him. It might do you both some good."

"Or the opposite."

"He still loves you. Even if you don't feel the same, it could bring closure. But I know you (Y/N), I can tell what you're thinking."

"You were always annoying like that."

"He's out front, in the corridor. That's all I'm going to say."

I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make my mind up."Well, this one is a handful, just so you know."

"I think I can handle her." Isaiah smirked.

"I was warning her about you."

I giggled at his reaction, walking away and leaving him in his natural habitat of flirting. But as soon as I turned around, my stomach dropped, nerves filling up my entire body. He was here. I hadn't seen him for two years, though I thought about him everyday. Would he look different? Did I look different? What was he going to say? What was I going to say? My brain didn't want to think of any words, maybe I was about to babble absolute nonsense to him.

Upon seeing him, my throat tightened, the cool air slapping me in the face; oh, now I was sober. He hadn't noticed yet, leaning up against a wall, hands in his pockets. Wow, he had changed. His boyish charm was still there, yet he had matured into a handsome young man. It was like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. I was just happy that he would be seeing me in my finer clothes rather than catching me after work.

Urging my feet to move, I almost sighed at how small my steps were. I really was scared. Isaiah had said reassuring things, yet I couldn't even walk up to him. It was too late to back out now, especially when he finally looked up at me. I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Finn seemed the same way.

"(Y/N)." he said, I only just heard it.

"Hello."

Hello? Really, that's all I could come up with?

He pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand in front of me, though not too close."I...I can't believe you're here."

"I could say the same about you."

"This is where you've been living then."

I nodded."It's not too bad. I mean, I'm on a night out."

"Who are you with?"

I knew he was wondering if I was with a man."My roommates, I live with five other girls."

"Oh, that's a lot."

"Yeah, it's the only place I could afford."

"I hope it's nice."

"I shouldn't complain. A lot better than other places."

We both knew we were making an awful attempt at small talk. I was sure he had so much to say like I did, we just didn't want to dump it on each other in case the other ran away. It was like we were teenagers again, awkwardly trying to think of something to fill the dreaded silence.

"I really want to talk about us (Y/N)." Finn said.

"You do?"

"I...I just have so much to say to you. I can't do it now, but what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow, um, yes, yes tomorrow works for me. It's the weekend, so I'm not working."

He smiled slightly."OK, good. I'll come get you. Um, I need your address."

"Oh, here." I dug around in my purse, thankful there was a folded up tissue and a pen, it was good to be prepared. I wrote down my address, handing it to him.

"I'll pick you up at one. I would want it to be earlier, you just never know what time you'll be back with this sort of thing."

"I understand Finn, I did live this with you once."

I barely slept, even when we stumbled in at three in the morning. Luckily I hadn't seen Finn, Isaiah or any other Peaky Blinder that evening, no doubt settling business behind the scenes. Despite the lack of sleep, I was wide awake the next morning, up before everyone else who were nursing their hangovers, trying on multiple outfits in a desperate attempt to look nice, but not as if I put too much effort in. The clock was rolling onto one o'clock, and my heart was beating much faster than usual. I was about to make my way downstairs when something glistened on my small vanity. Should I take it? Yes, I would.

Finn knocked on the door, and I waited a few seconds before opening it. We smiled as we greeted each other, not going in for a hug or kiss on the cheek, something I was worried about. That was the first hurdle jumped over.

"How was your evening?" Finn struck up a conversation as we walked further into town.

"Much better than yours I presume?" I smirked. He chuckled."Yeah, didn't exactly get to enjoy the music. Small fight, nothing we couldn't handle."

It was strange hearing about Blinder business again."Well I'm glad you're all safe."

"I thought we could go out for lunch, saw a nice place round here."

"Oh, that would be lovely."

"We don't have to, if you don't feel comfortable."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just a lovely thing for you to do."

We both bashfully smiled, luckily the restaurant was just around the corner. I had expected nothing less when we walked into the fancy place, not because I thought I deserved it, but because Finn wouldn't be seen anywhere else. His clothes were even more tailored now than they had been the last I saw him, indicating that the gang had been doing well, more money was coming in. We both immediately picked up our menus as we sat, hoping someone would speak first. Our eyes glanced over the top of them, it was as if we were on our first date again, only this time in a better establishment.

"You look beautiful." he said, still hiding part of his face.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I'll never forget what you wore when I picked you up for our first date. That blue dress you just bought, with a matching purse, and those heels that you hadn't practiced walking in. Well, you used that as an excuse to latch into my arm all night."

I smiled, placing down my menu."It was a good plan, wasn't it? And I did struggle in those heels, I just didn't want to embarrass myself."

He copied me."I liked holding your hand all night."

"What a sweet sentiment."

"I mean it. And I mean this date. That didn't sound right, but...what I'm trying to say is that I want to make it all up to you."

"You do?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect you to leave. I mean I did, but I didn't want to believe that. I didn't want to believe that I had been so selfish that I couldn't even see how much I had hurt you."

“That was the hardest decision I ever made. Most days I battle with myself whether I made the right choice. All night I kept making deals with myself. If you came back, I would hear you out, and if it was good enough for me I would stay. But then you didn’t, so I said to myself ‘Give him another hour.’. An hour went by, and I said the same thing to myself. That went on for the whole evening until I found myself angrily packing my things. Even then, I sat by door on top of my suitcase for another hour or so.”

“I thought you just got up and left. I didn’t realise how long you waited for me.” he sighed into his hands.“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I could tell he was full of regret. Although it sounded sadistic, I was glad that he was upset when reflecting on our past relationship, it meant he realised his mistake. On the other hand, I hated seeing him sad. I took his hands away from his face, hesitantly reaching into my handbag to pull out the engagement ring I kept.

His eyes widened.“You still have that? I looked everywhere for it when you left, guessed you took it to sell.”

“I won’t lie, that was my intention at first. But it meant too much to me. It was like selling a piece of my soul. I kept it hidden, I didn’t want to risk any of the girls seeing it, they would just ask too many questions.”

I kept my eye on the beautiful ring as I spoke, slowly twirling it around to catch it twinkling in the light.

"I had such a hard time picking that out. I knew what you wanted, but I had to get it right for you. I'm so glad you kept it."

"I did try to sell it. I was stood outside of a shop for ten minutes debating with myself. It would have helped a lot for the deposit on the room, but I couldn't do it."

We were silent, both staring at the ring. We used to do that a lot actually. Finn would take my hand and hold it up as we laid in bed together, both giggling as we watched it glisten like it was in present times, before squealing at the thought of us being married to each other. I constantly fiddled with it when he was off on business, a habit which never wore off, even now; whenever I was nervous or worried, I would automatically do the same action, just without the ring.

A waiter awkwardly interrupted us, and I hurriedly put the ring back in my bag, sharing an embarrassed smile with Finn as we ordered. Once he was gone, I quietly sighed, looking out of the window. We were in such a nice part of town, so many ladies in beautiful dresses and men in smart suits strolling around.

"Are you...are you OK for money?" Finn boldly asked.

I was a little shocked by that.

"I don't mean anything by it. I just want to make sure you're OK, I would hate for you to be struggling, if you were."

"Uh, no, no I'm fine actually. It's not as generous as my old wage but it keeps me alive, I can live with the bare necessities."

I could see him itching to say something else, to keep the conversation going. I wasn't sure if we could go back to the serious topic we had before. However, I also wanted to bring it back up, it felt like we needed to talk about us.

"How's the family?" That's all I could come up with.

"They're fine. Everyone is the same. Well, they're not, they're a bit more serious nowadays."

"They weren't in the first place?"

He smiled."I suppose they were. Tension is the right word, tensions have been rising. Tommy's taking on a lot more, Polly knows all these secrets that no one else does, Ada is rebelling against anything Tommy says, Linda is still annoying, Esme and John have been popping kids out left, right and centre. Arthur is still crazy."

"Sounds like business as usual to me."

"They miss you too."

"Do they?"

"Yeah. Almost as much as me."

I cast my eyes down as butterflies rose in my stomach.

"I heard nothing else for the next few weeks after you left. They all told me what an idiot I was, that I was an extremely reckless, stupid and immature boy, and that I had let the best thing in my life get away from me. And they were right. I knew all of that already."

"I...I don't really know what to say right now."

"You don't have to say anything, let's just enjoy this meal, no more of that talk."

The nerves making my stomach flip built at that. What if we had nothing else to talk about? What if it was too weird to dive into our separate lives? I didn't want to sit across my ex-fiance, painfully and politely smiling through forced conversation.

The spark was still there.

When the waiter had returned with our drinks, we were already deep in talk about what had been happening in our personal everyday life. We were non stop, even as we ate through dinner. The waiters had trouble catching our attention each time they checked on us. I was deep in those eyes again, the ones I always dreamed of seeing. We were laughing hysterically, not at all acting how we should have in that establishment (there were a few eye rolls from other patrons). As if time had gone by in a second, the bill was slipped towards Finn, though I still reached into my purse.

"Are you mad? No, put your money away, I'm not taking it." Finn stated as he carelessly threw down some notes, surprisingly taking my hand in his and guiding me out of the restaurant.

I was tense as we walked, and I saw a flash of realisation in Finn's eyes as we made it outside. Both looking down at our interlocked fingers, Finn broke away, clearing his throat.

"Sorry, force of habit."

Hesitating, I smiled up at him, lacing our hands together again."These are new heels I'm breaking in. Need help walking in them."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we walked down the street. We were silent, feeling like kids in love again. I couldn't deny that my feelings were still strong for Finn, I missed him dearly. At first, part of me had been wary of all this, wondering if he really had good intentions, or just thought he could get a quick shag in from an ex before he left; but the effort he went through, the things we spoke about, trying to heal old wounds, Finn had matured and he was wanting to fix this. I wanted to fix this, my heart was aching for my old life with him.

“We’re not done yet, are we?” I timidly asked.

“Not unless you want it to be.”

I instantly shook my head.“No, I’d like to stay out for longer.”

“Even though you’re struggling in your heels?”

I smirked.“I know a nice place we can sit down.”

I took him to the local park, it had a huge lake with benches dotted around, luckily it wasn’t busy, there was somehow a hint of privacy here. We sat down close to each other, hands still entwined.

“You still hungry?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I dug into my purse, producing a bag of sweets I had bought the previous day. I laughed as his eyes lit up, taking one without even asking. I took one too, reminiscing on how we used to do the same thing as kids. It seemed he was thinking about it too.

“Just like the old days.” Finn said.

“We spent way too much money on sweets back then. It’s a wonder we still have our teeth.”

“Wish I got out of that spending habit. We could be married and in our new house by now.”

“So you never wanted to move on? You didn’t give in to those girls wanting to be with a Peaky Blinder?”

“Never. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even fathom being with anyone else, it was always you (Y/N). Did you date?”

“No, I felt exactly the same. Which is why I was angry at myself for a long time. I was supposed to be upset with you, not still in love.”

His head whipped round to face me.“You still love me?”

My mouth was still open, unsure how to answer. It seemed I didn’t have to as Finn leaned in, placing on hand on my cheek as we kissed. Instinctively I kissed back, placing my hands on him where I could, hearing the bag of sweets fall to the ground and spill its contents. This kiss was needy, the type of kiss you gave your partner when you had missed them, when they had been away for a long time; and although we had our hands on each other, our touch was still gentle.

“Get the ring.” Finn breathed out, our lips still almost touching.

I carelessly got it for him, heart beating extremely fast. He took it from me, pecking me on the lips one last time before standing up. He straightened out his suit, took a deep breath and got down on one knee. I was just as emotional the first time he did it.

“(Y/N), I know I messed up everything in the past, I was careless when I should have been supportive and helped to build our future. I learnt from those mistakes, and I really, really want to go back to how we were. I need you (Y/N), I love you so much. There aren’t enough words to express how much love I have for you. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. I blurted out a yes, waiting for him to slide the ring back on my finger before throwing myself onto him. We stumbled back onto the ground, our arms around each other as we laughed and cried. I believed him this time, I truly believed him. He put in the effort to show me his changes, he wanted to fix everything. I wanted things back to the way they were with my man, and we were back to building our future and living the rest of our lives together.

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goofygooberdays · 2 years

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would u be willing to write an angsty fic w/ max mayfield x gn!reader? perhaps max avoiding reader (who’s her gf) for a while or smth like that.

honestly anything with angst and a happy ending 💀

Since I am 22 and Max is 14/15 (i think is what freshman age is?), I don't feel comfortable writing a romance between Max and the reader, but I will gladly write it about maybe a close friend! Like Steve is to the gang. I hope that's okay! Also, it's a headcanon :)

-You've know Max since she first moved here. At first it was just because you worked at the Arcade and noticed her hanging around a lot. You even noticed the small things about her relationship, or lack thereof, with Billy and about her home-life.

-One thing lead to another and you sort of just befriended her. Wanting to give her a person she could trust and could come talk to. A friend.

-Max trusted you so much that when Eleven and Max started to suspect something strange was happening in Hawkins again, you were the first person she came to for help. Despite not believing her 100% at first, you quickly realized just how much danger her and her group of friends where and instantly refused to leave her side.

-You were there when shit hit the fan. You saw the literal monster Billy became and how upset Max became because even though those two didn't get along, she still sort of loved him in her own way.

-But even worse than that, you saw how much it affected her when she saw him sacrifice himself to save El.

-You were the first person to pull her into the tightest hug while she screamed and cried. You were the one to make sure she got home that night and didn't let her stay alone.

-You were there for her until she suddenly pushed you away.

-Max slowly stopped going to the arcade. She kept going, if for no reason other than to still play the games that brought her a small ounce of joy, but then eventually just didn't bother going anymore.

-At first you assumed it was because everything changed for her. Going to high school was a lot for a person. Having two of her best friends move away. Her friend group starting to split up without her say. And worst of all, her step dad leaving. Even though she didn't like the man, she knew that it was the start of her mom having to work more just to make ends meet.

-Max and her mom ended up moving and she didn't tell you where. You found out through the boys.

-Just like you found out that she was isolating herself. She was alone more than you'd like, but the one thing you didn't want to do was over step your boundaries.

-You tried waving at her at school even though your paths rarely crossed. Even offered to give her rides home, but Max never gave you much of an answer. Just a short and resounding "no".

-Yes, it hurt at first. She has grown to be very important to you. But you didn't start getting too worried until you realized she wasn't really talking to anyone.

-It was Lucas who came to you first. He was extremely worried about Max and, just like you, she was not giving him much to work with.

-So that very night lucas came to you, which just so happens to be the night shit hit the fan at eddie's place, you showed up to her place. Work ran later, but you still grabbed her favorite food and made your way there.

-At knocking on the door a few time you were about to leave when you heard it openly slowly. She looked angry, annoyed.

-"Usually when people don't answer, it's a no." She said sarcastically.

-Instead of saying anything, you held up a bag of her favorite fast food.

-Half expecting her to say no, you were a little shocked when she grabbed the bag and started making her way to where the dog was barking.

-You were there when Eddie and Chrissy pulled up to his place. You were also there when the lights flickered. You saw the wheels turning in her head about what's going on just like it did yours when more facts starting rolling in about that night.

-It was you who realized the pattern with Vecna's victims. You worked as an aide for the office and often helped sort through files.

-After her first encounter with Vecna, Max tried to shut you out again. To push you away. But you refused to let her this time. Not when her life is on the line.

-In fact, she was ignoring you up until she tried to hand you a letter and you wouldn't take it. One thing lead to another and you guy's starting yelling at each other.

-"Max, I won't let anything happen to you. Vecna will have to fight me to get to you until my last dying breath." or something dramatic

-to which max responded, "That's what I'm afraid of. Anyone I get close to gets hurt or ends up dead. Maybe it's best that it's me before anyone else get's hurt."

-The room went silent. Max didn't quite realize what she said until suddenly she was being pulling into a tight hug. A hug she hasn't felt since that night.

-It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders and max just broke while in your arms. She cried for the first time since that night. She cried while holding you close and while you and Dustin, Lucas, and Steve held her in a big group hug.

-When Max was doing all her last minute errands, you didn't let her go by herself anywhere. It brought her some small sort of peace. The only place you didn't go with was when she visited Billy's grave. You knew she needed to do this alone.

-But when you started noticing her slight change in body language you wish you hadn't listen and had gone with her instead.

-You instantly panicked. Dustin called Nancy and Robin while you and the rest of the guys tried your hardest to snap her out of her trance.

-Slowly, you were losing hope and getting really frantic about her future when Dustin screamed, asking for her favorite song. Not even bothering to use words, you scrambled to find the tape before hitting play.

-Time tick slowly as you hoped she was okay. It was you who caught her when she fell, and it was you who held her, again, while she sobbed. Extremely terrified, but also super grateful to be back in your arms and not that hellscape.

-When tension was less high, you barely choked out, "I'm never letting you out of my sight until after this bitch is killed."

-Max let out a muffled sob and nodded in agreement.

-Vecna might still be out there terrorizing people, but for once Max feels safe. She knows she'll be okay because you're here. Most of her friends are here. She doesn't feel alone anymore.

-She's glad she met you that first day at the arcade.

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Suppose the Gang™️ live together. Who does which chore? Who makes messes and who nags? & ukw you can add characters like Will, Mithian, Daegal, Kara, Morgause too!! (If you don't want to that's fine :)

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

OHOHOHOHOHO I like this anon, lots of crack potential, thank you :D

Ok so. Lets say they all live in the same apartment complex, and become buddies through that (because upwards of 15 people living together is... too many lol). Arthur lives in the nicest, biggest apartment, the penthouse, which is where they all hang out (much to his annoyance) most of the time. Eventually they all get keys to each others' places which is a huge annoyance because like... that's a LOT of keys they all have to carry around.

Anyway.

Merlin and Will are roommates, shortly joined by Gwen, and then Elyan a little while later, after he returns from travelling. Mordred and Daegal live with their uncle, Iseldir, who is the only sane one and tends to stay out of everyone else's way. Percival, Gwaine, and Lancelot share, and are across the hall from M+W+G+E. Leon lives on his own because he has his life together, and prefers having his own space to living with friends, but has also lived in the building the longest. Gaius also lives alone, but he's Merlin's uncle, and is a retired doctor or nurse or something, so he's always being woken up at God knows in the morning to treat various injuries and illnesses. It can literally be needing to tell them anything from "Take a paracetamol and fuck off" to "Jesus Fucking Christ what do you mean he accidentally ate half a kilo of rat poison call a fucking ambulance??". Mithian lives in the building next door, in her own penthouse, and Kara and Morgause live in their own apartments downstairs. Morgana used to share with Arthur, but as much as they're still on good terms, they argued all the time and it was annoying, so she eventually moved in with Morgause.

Gaius tries so hard to stay away from all the weird ass youngers that congregated in his apartment building, but they're all so stupid, and he finds himself looking after them more often than he'd care to admit. He doesn't like... make them meals or anything, but he gives them all mini medkits and looks after them when they're sick. Though with lots of sarcasm and general attitude. Iseldir is the same, but he's a little more removed. He'll occasionally show up to offer sage advice or a helping hand if Mordred/Daegal ask for it specifically. People sort of forget he's there most of the time, but he did save Leon's life once when he was a victim of a hit and run right outside the building.

Merlin, Will, Gwen, and Elyan’s place is like... halfway between messy and tidy. It never gets ridiculous, because Will+Gwen won’t let it, but Elyan and Merlin are fairly messy. You’d think that Lancelot, Percival, and Gwaine’s place would be messiest, purely because of Gwaine, but he’s actually the neatest of them all. Though that isn’t because Gwaine is a neat person, like Lance and Percy are, it’s because he has barely any belongings, and all his shit basically never gets taken out of his suitcases and moving boxes. The others reckon it’s something to do with him hiding from his family maybe? Or an ex? Always being ready to run? But they don’t pry, they just hope he sticks around. Arthur’s place is a MESS and he refuses to tidy, despite it making his life so much harder because he never knows where anything is. Leon’s place is always tidy of course, as is Mordred, Daegal, and Iseldir’s place, and Gaius’ place. They’ve no clue how the girls in the building next door live (very cleanly, or very messily, depending on the mood they’re in), because other than Gwen and Mordred, no one else is allowed access.

The best food is always found in Merlin, Will, Gwen, and Elyan’s place. All of them, bar Will, can cook: Merlin because his mum taught him, and he’s always been pretty self sufficient, Gwen because she was the cook in her house growing up, and Elyan, because both Gwen taught him, and he learnt how to cook all sorts of interesting foreign food when he was travelling. Leon cooks well, but boring-ly, as does Gaius and Iseldir. Arthur can’t cook at all, and actually ends up going to M+W+G+E’s place pretty much every night, to the point where they set a place at the table for him automatically, and if he doesn’t show up without a warning, someone will go check on him.

Will and Arthur have never got along, but like... they keep it on the down low because neither of them are prepared to give up on the rest of the friend group just to avoid the other. But also... once Arthur sees how fiercely protective Will is of his friends, especially Merlin, and once Will sees Arthur punch someone for groping Morgause and Morgana at a bar, they both lay off. They’re secretly rather fond of each other actually, not that either of them would admit it.

Daegal and Mordred kind of idolise Merlin a bit, which everyone thinks is super weird because other than his ability to cook, the man is a bit of a disaster. He’s mid way through medical school and is a mess for it. But you know, he tries to look after them, tells Mordred to shoot his shot with Kara (who he’s been communicating with posters stuck on the inside of his window, because their rooms are across from each other), and teaches Daegal bits and pieces of first aid.

Morgana, whenever she comes over, Gwen, and Merlin are naggers when it comes to Arthur’s untidiness, but no one else really cares, and Morgause just rolls her eyes at it all. Merlin and Gwen meet up maybe once a month to sneak into his apartment and tidy everything up, and he simultaneously hates and loves it. Lancelot nags Merlin into looking after himself, especially when Merlin is in turn nagging everyone else to look after themselves. Lance will pop over when he knows that Merlin has been studying six hours straight without a break, or has spent a whole afternoon helping Arthur out with paperwork (Arthur has him paid as a part time personal assistant or something, so it’s not like he’s working for free), to make him stop and nap and rehydrate. He and Gwen tag team “looking after Merlin”.

Everyone’s like... least favourite thing, is when Arthur and Morgana’s father comes to visit. He’s always an arse, and though the others don’t really see him, except maybe Merlin if he happens to be working at Arthur’s when Uther visits, Arthur and Morgana are always in foul moods for days after he leaves. He always manages to spark arguments between the two of them, which Morgause somehow ends up involving herself in. He’s a bit of a xenophobic twat as well; he’s been pretty cruel to Daegal, Mordred, and Iseldir in the corridor, and the only reason he’s not cruel to Merlin is because he hides his accent/takes care to never speak his native tongue around the man. Everyone always bands together to fix everything when he goes though. Merlin, Gwen, and Elyan will take over Arthur’s massive kitchen and cook a feast and everyone will come and they’ll eat and drink and have Mario Kart tournaments on his huge TV.

There’s also kind of a running joke about Arthur almost or actually dating almost everyone in the group. He and Leon had known each other for years before they knew anyone else, and won’t expand on the friendship they had previous to everyone else showing up. There was a weird tension between Arthur and Lance for like... the first week after he moved in, then it happened again with Gwaine. He and Gwen had a relationship for maybe a year before they realised they were besties and it was weird. He and Mithian had a short lived romance where they both went “meh, no thanks” after maybe a week. He checked Elyan out a handful of times in full view of everyone when they first met, but nothing ever came of it. The only thing that’s lasted more than that year with Gwen, is the obvious thing he has for Merlin. That Merlin also has for him. That both of them are entirely unaware of. Pretty much everyone in the building has money on it now, even people in other apartments who aren’t part of the group. Gwen, Will, and Elyan both really want it to happen, because they won’t have to witness Merlin mope every time Arthur brings a date home anymore, and really don’t want it to happen, because Merlin will move upstairs and they’ll have to start paying more rent.

ANYWAY!!! The whole apartment complex is a MESS but... none of them ever consider leaving because they kind of love it. Half of them are on the same casual football/rugby/pub quiz team. Arthur gave a few of them/would give any of them jobs at his company. They don’t want to leave behind Elyan’s cooking, or Gaius’ odd brand of caring, or Iseldir’s fortune cookie advice, or Morgana and Morgause’s judging, or Gwaine’s ADHD induced bouts of learning to play the drums at three in the morning. It’s just all very special, and homely, and lovely.

Whew, that’s a lot!

I know that’s not exactly what you meant anon, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!! :D

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thetargaryenbride · 4 years

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You Are Worth It [Levi x Reader]

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

Set before and during the No Regrets OVA

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

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

Word Count: 7646

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

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Feedback is deeply appreciated~!

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The Underground.

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

Nobody but you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you all right?”

He shot you an incredulous look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, there! What is your name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quite frankly, this is humiliating!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.”

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

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

“It’s not bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Eh?”

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

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

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

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

But dread came. It came too soon for your liking – in the form of the 23rd Expedition.

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Your squad was mostly responsible for support and defense. Whenever someone shot a black or a purple signal, your squad was to go and assist the squad that had shot the flare.

That’s how you had clashed with Flagon’s squad and you had to combine your strength in order to kill the horde of titans that had appeared suddenly. It was overbearing and a member of your squad was nearly eaten by an abnormal. It was an aggressive abnormal, like nothing you’ve encountered before. Despite the warnings of your squadmates, you had jumped into action, slicing off its hand and entering its mouth in order to grab the girl’s ankle and haul her out. The tongue had been so slippery from the leaking saliva that you had slipped and half of your body had fallen into its mouth. When your arm ceased holding its mouth at bay, it clamped down – not hard enough to snap you in half but hard enough to cut into your meat. Levi had been the one to save you, slashing at the titan and then catching you as you fell once the monster had released you.

Now he was standing awkwardly to the side, fists gripping tightly the handles of the swords, yet shaking, as you were sitting on the ground, back leaning against your horse who had crouched down to serve as your pillar, with the female soldier you had saved wailing and fumbling with the bandages.

“Calm down, dear, it’s not that deep. I just need you to tie the bandages very hard, ok? Like you’re tying a corset,” you encouraged her weakly but her hands seemed to shake even more. Levi tsked as he grabbed them from her hands and shooed her away silently. He grabbed your arm and carefully helped you up, turning you so your back was facing him.

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“Wow, Levi, you sure know how to treat gunshot wounds,” you commented as you observed the way he had nursed your injury. It had been a few days since the incident and you were already able to move. The man shrugged.

“Used to it.”

“I have to return home. My family must be worried,” you muttered as you looked apologetically at him. “Do you think you can help me put on my dress? The corset is a pain and it still hurts when I stretch.”

“Tch, come here.”

“Ouch! That’s too tight!”

“Just bear with it.”

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He pulled sharply at the bandages, the sound of fabric rubbing harshly against fabric and skin almost sickening as well as the way your waist and belly seemed to become flatter and flatter due to the force and how tight he was tying the bandages around your abdomen. You kept silent. The only thing you allowed were small grunts of discomfort slipping through your lips.

“O-oi, isn’t that too much?” snapped Flagon but you shook your head.

“It’s better than bleeding out. Besides, I need to go to Erwin and the Commander,” you grunted and Flagon furrowed his eyebrows.

“Elaborate.”

“I don’t like this weather. I have a bad feeling about it. It wouldn’t be wise to keep fighting if it starts pouring. It wouldn’t be a problem for the titans but it will be a major hindrance if we cannot see clearly. I’ll go to the center and talk to the Commander,” you explained while Levi finally finished with bandaging you. Your eyes locked and you exchanged gratitude silently. His gaze stayed longer on your form, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concern before he got onto his horse.

“You do have a point. The weather will be very problematic but on the other hand, we cannot cut the expedition so soon. We just left the walls,” reasoned Flagon and you sighed as you climbed on Astaroth. When he felt you on top of him he finally rose to his legs.

“We can go back and wait until the weather is better, then continue. We are not going to lose anything if we just wait for a bit in Shiganshina.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think that the Royal Assembly will be understanding regarding this matter. They are already up our asses, threatening to defund us at every turn. This will be a good opportunity for them to spit on us yet again,” he growled and you sighed. He had a point, but still…

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about the Royal Assembly. I can deal with them. But I won’t risk the lives of my soldiers and comrades,” you declared firmly and your squad smiled as they looked at you with love and admiration. You were a great leader and you were already thinking and behaving like a Captain. That’s why you were so deserving of this title.

“Let’s go,” you commanded and everyone turned their horses, ready to gallop towards the center.

“Y/N,” Flagon’s voice halted you and you half turned to face him. He had a solemn look on his face. “You can’t save everyone.”

“I can try.”

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Flagon had been right. So right about you not being able to save everyone. You realized that as you stared at Farlan’s body – bitten in half and lying in the mud with his intestines hanging. Or Isabel’s head at Levi’s feet. Flagon and his squad’s bodies were distorted and strewn throughout the field alongside their horses. It was a nightmarish sight to see. Even more so than usual. Who would have known that there would be more aggressive abnormals? You wanted to throw up right here and now but you were too focused on Levi. Levi whose raw, pain-filled, raging screams you had heard just a few minutes ago. Levi who was trying his hardest not to cry, yet his tears were still there mixed with the remnants of the rain droplets. Levi who screamed at Erwin, confessing that his true goal was to kill him before falling to his knees, seemingly giving up on life.

After Erwin spoke to him and left alongside his squad, Levi didn’t move from his position, eyes hidden behind his bangs, but you still knew that they were focused on Isabel’s head, probably flickering onto Farlan. Your squad members looked at you worriedly. You were too still and unresponding. They weren’t used to seeing you like this.

You gulped as you took a few hesitant steps forward, kneeling in the mud beside the broken man. The same man who you now, after this gruesome expedition that almost cost you your life, finally came to realize you held feelings for – feelings stronger than what someone would hold for a friend.

You gently took his bloodied hand and his eyes snapped to you when he finally lifted his head.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered as you sent him a small smile and he lowered his head again. Despite all, he allowed you to hold his hand and help him stand up and lead him to his horse.

The journey back to the walls was silent. Levi was to ride with your squad. You wanted to watch over him. You were at a total loss. You didn’t know what to expect from him. Therefore you didn’t know what would be the best way to comfort him. One thing was for sure. You had to be ready for him acting like a cold dick and trying to push you away. You supposed that with personality like his, that behavior was to be expected.

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And you had been completely wrong. He didn’t do anything like that. He didn’t push you away. He wasn’t cold. In fact, it was the total opposite. He accepted your comfort. He accepted your affection, albeit hesitantly. He allowed you to be near him and make him company. You didn’t talk much. Just being near one another was enough.

He thought that you were the only person he had left now. Like hell was he going to push you away. He wanted to be strong and go through this alone. He didn’t want to burden you with his pain. He knew you were suffering too. Yet deep down he bitterly admitted that he needed you to be there for him. He needed you to hold him. He needed your reassuring words and your company that soothed the aching throb in his soul.

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“Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?” you asked him one night as the two of you were seated on the rooftop, staring into the skies.

“I don’t know anymore,” he whispered.

“I do. I believe that this body is just a shell and when it crumbles, our soul leaves and finds another one, either on this world or on another. Just look at the sky! It’s so huge! And I’m sure that there is more behind it, the further you go. Worlds upon worlds,” you smiled breathlessly and he raised his eyebrows, looking at the stars intently, as if trying to see beyond them the worlds you were speaking of. “I like to believe that all my friends who die get reincarnated into a world beautiful and free of titans and get to live normal and happy lives. That’s why I think that there is a certain beauty and relief to death, even if it hurts so much.”

“It doesn’t sound half bad,” he breathed out and you gave him one of those warm smiles that poured light into his heart. The type of smiles that almost had him smile back.

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He was probably exaggerating but from now on, you truly were…

His everything.

He didn’t care about anyone else. Why should he? It’s not like they cared either. In fact, they kept calling him a criminal. They kept being rude and condescending, mocking him at every turn. Hange, Erwing and Mike were the only exceptions so far, willing to befriend him and actually putting an effort in doing so. And you of course. The rest of the higher ups kept quiet so he didn’t know how they felt about him. But out of all, there WAS one bastard that just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He always went overboard with his insults and disrespect that even some of the cadets who used to hate Levi thought it was barbaric and had a change of heart regarding the matters.

Yeah. His name?

Deckan Caddel.

But you? You were brilliant. Every time Deckan would insult Levi openly, you would jump in his defense and insult the bastard just as fiercely which would make him glare dangerously at you before storming out. Levi always berated you.

“Tch, I don’t want you getting in trouble, dumbass. It’s not worth it.”

But to you it was more than worth it. So you fought. You fought for Levi.

And everything was good until one night, after waking up from a particularly nasty nightmare, you had rushed out of the comforts of your personal quarters and down the hallways. You wanted to go all the way to the male barracks and seek Levi’s comfort but a figure had halted your journey, making you stumble and almost fall down the stairs if a large hand hadn’t grabbed your arm roughly, shoving you against the stone wall.

“And just where is the little slut going?” taunted Deckan and you wriggled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Let me go!”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Just who do you think you are, huh, little girl?” his voice sent shivers down your spine as his hands held your wrists so tight you swore you heard the bone crack. “I don’t care whether that sewer rat is your lover or your fuck buddy. You aren’t a Captain yet. So if you continue to oppose me and publically humiliate me just to defend him… I’ll make sure to break the life out of you, you hear me?” he growled as his knee slammed into your abdomen, causing you to groan in pain and cough out bits of blood. Said knee then slid down and came to rest between your legs, pressing onto your crotch and making your eyes widen in panic as your struggling became more fierce. “I’ll break you in every single way,” he drawled and his other hand went to grab your chin, squeezing it tightly. “And then I’ll make sure to suspend you from the Survey Corps,” he spat out and your eyes widened. “Or better yet. Now that I think about it, an accidental fall down the stairs might just do the job for me,” he smirked deviously and you gulped, anticipating his next crazy move.

Before any of you could do anything, a hand shot out from the darkness. It grabbed Deckan’s collar and harshly pulled, causing the man to steer off balance and lose his footing. You watched with a combination of relief and horror how everything happened as if in slow motion – him outstretching his hand in order to grab onto something, his body going further away from you before hitting the stone and proceeding to roll down. A thud was heard some seconds later, followed by a painful groan.

Then the sound of someone’s kick connecting with someone’s jaw echoed through the hallway, finally snapping you out of your stupor as you looked down to see Levi crouching down next to a beaten and bloody Deckan who was barely conscious.

“Touch her again and during the next expedition I’ll personally shove you into a titan’s mouth. I’m done with being silent and taking your shit, you filthy swine,” growled Levi and Deckan could only look in fear through his swollen eyes, barely nodding his head. Levi tsked before he climbed the stairs once again, taking your hand and quickly leading you into your office.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered as he closed and locked the door.

“So I should’ve let that mongrel push you down the stairs?” he spat out and you shook your head. “He deserved what he got. I don’t regret my decision.”

“No, but-“

“Don’t! Just…don’t…” yelled Levi before his voice settled into a pained groan, almost cracking as his head lowered letting the bangs cover his eyes, his body slouching against the door. You knew that look. The vulnerable look. “Please, don’t get hurt…not because of me,” he mumbled. “It’s not worth it.”

You frowned as you approached him. Without hesitation, you took his face into your hands and kissed his forehead before you settled his head onto your chest, arms engulfing his form.

“How many times do I have to say it? I’ll die for you if I have to. Because it is worth it. It is worth it if it’s for your sake,” you whispered into his ear as one hand went to stroke his hair and he relaxed in your embrace, sighing softly as his own arms went around your body, pulling you even closer.

“Live for me instead.”

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