#nina-scribbles

[nina-scribbles]

Dadzawa? more like Dilfzawa- *is shot*

+ bonus cat zooms <3

[cakesdown]

I’m not sure how these asks combined into the mental image of a bunch of crp characters at mcdonalds but sometimes you just have to roll with these sorts of things

[kraliecoded]

go forth and slay girl

[bandtrees]

lou and nina! how many cats can you find?

[sintenda-art]

Working on a short 2-page comic with OCs, basing it off a gift story a friend wrote me for my birthday. Just thought I'd share it as it closes in on completion

It's a between commissions thing and I am trying to finish those up still to open up ideally in May the latest

[carrionmagpie]

Will anyone know who this is? Unlikely

[jellybeanium124]

apparently “describable“ is how it’s spelled but it doesn’t look right

[dbssh]

miscellaneous ajaposting from the past few weeks <3

[amsgrey]

Need Help?

kaz brekker x reader

synopsis: Kaz helps you get ready for a job, lost in the moment he forgets his anxiety and stays present.

warnings: other than bad writing? not much.

authors note: I have had terrible writer's block lately, so here is this terrible story that has been in my drafts for weeks. I will be doing my best to fix it but man it is not easy.

Kaz woke you early one morning, knocking sharply on the door. He knocked once, waiting for any sounds behind the door before he struck again.

You sleepily opened the door, ready to tell Jesper to get lost. Realizing it was your boss, not the sharpshooter, you stuttered over your words.

"I need you and Nina for a job."

You followed his instructions, waking up Nina and forcing her to join you on the job to Little Ravka.

Before you had left the slat Kaz had ordered the two of you to not get sidetracked, with no stops on the way to Little Ravka and no detours on the way back. Nina had quietly mumbled about Kaz being no fun and you knew then you would spend the time steering her away from food vendors.

Walking down the Ravkan market had been the hardest. Nina had told you about this place, but seeing it for the first time was nothing like hearing about it. Like Os Kervo's markets, Nina had told you. She had explained the time she spent there in-depth, the afternoons walking through the markets with her friends.

Nina let out a tiny gasp, snatching your hand and dragging you along behind as she approached a stall. You could see what she was fixated on, a pastry dusted in sugar.

Nina ignored your protests, ordering two of the desserts and paying the vendor quickly. The girl handed one to you, nodding for you to try it.

“Why are you so obsessed with these?” You asked as you walked back through Ketterdam.

“Because they’re brilliant,” Nina said like it was the most obvious answer.

You laughed, watching her brush icing sugar off her nose.

“They are good,” You agreed, “I see why you love them so much.”

Nina beamed, “And Brekker said stops weren’t worth it.”

Kaz would not be happy. You knew when the two of you strolled into the slat the boy would see the crumbs - no matter how many times you would brush down your clothes - and chastise you about the detour.

At some point halfway through the Zelvar district, you decided you didn’t much care. Kaz was sour about many things, he would act annoyed for a while and then see how you grinned in defiance and let it go. Besides, you all knew this errand was hardly one of high stakes.

You were surprised to walk into the slat and see Kaz not at all surprised at your lateness. He took one look at the two grinning crows and rolled his eyes.

“Enjoy yourself?”

“Yup,” Nina replied, planting herself in the chair next to Matthias.

You sat on Kaz's right, looking over the map of the Financial district Kaz was scrutinizing.

“Why do you need a tailor?” You asked, thinking about the message you and Nina left at the cafe in Little Ravka.

Kaz spared you a glance, taking in the furrow of your brow as you studied the map.

"For the job," Was Kaz's blunt reply.

“What did Nina convince you to stop for?”

You turned to Wylan, "I would have stopped too."

Nina’s face broke into a grin, “No one can resist sweets.”

“What is it like?” Wylan continued.

“It’s pastry,” Kaz replied, fixing Wylan with a glower.

You laughed, “It’s not just pastry, Brekker.”

Nina launched into an explanation while you looked back over the map. You brushed off some of Wylans pencil shavings from when he completed it.

“What are you thinking?” You asked Kaz, trying to see what he was scrutinizing.

Kaz looked from the map to you, muttering about his plans.

You and Kaz didn’t realize that the conversation had lulled around them, the other crows watching the two sit close together hunched over the map and scribbling notes.

Inej tapped Jesper's shoulder, no one had realized the wraith had even appeared, “Scheming face.”

Jesper laughed, breaking You and Kaz from your concentration, “Definitely scheming faces.”

You pouted, “I don’t scheme.”

Kaz corralled everyone into his office later in the evening of that day. He let everyone know the building that was on the map was holding a Gala that night, and there was a target you needed to reach.

As always, Kaz's plans had layers and twists that he didn't reveal to everyone. Trying to follow along with what he wanted everyone to do was sometimes impossible, so you were glad he explained it slowly for everyone.

"Whose going as a guest?" Jesper asked, having been already assigned fake driver duty.

"Matthias and Y/N," Kaz replied.

You started to protest, but Kaz didn't listen.

"You will be posing as Mr and Mrs Mjelde. You two look like them."

You and Matthias looked at each other, wearing matching frowns. You hadn't worked with Matthias before, but you trusted Kaz enough to have faith in his plan. Kaz explained how you both could pass as the Frejdan-Kerch couple, mostly because of the resemblance you had to the couple. When you had asked why Nina couldn't be Mrs Mjelde, Kaz waved it off with "I need her somewhere else".

After Kaz had given everyone their assignments and explained the target, you remembered the job he had sent you and Nina earlier that day.

"So why do we need a tailor?" You asked.

"Mrs Mjelde has shorter hair than you," Kaz replied, "I thought you would rather tailor yourself to look different than cutting your hair."

Your chest constricted, Kaz had put extra care into making you feel comfortable on this job.

"Well too bad there aren't any available Tailors in Ketterdam," Nina sighed, already hearing from her fellow Grisha that the only slightly knowledgable tailor had left the city a week ago.

Kaz frowned, trying to come up with an alternative plan.

"I can just cut my hair," You said.

"You love your hair," Jesper replied.

You shrugged, "No harm in a change every now and again."

Everyone seemed slightly surprised, but no one said anything to challenge you. Kaz ordered everyone to prepare for the job, Jesper and Nina had to slip away to get the disguises for the night, leaving the rest of you to prepare in the Slat.

You had borrowed the scissors Kaz used to cut his hair, the same ones you used not two weeks ago to cut his hair. You sat in front of your mirror, it was perched haphazardly on your small dresser. You stared at your reflection, trying to work up the courage to cut your own hair.

"Need help?"

You could see Kaz in the reflection, standing in the doorway like you had not long ago. You felt suddenly self-conscious, breaking eye contact and running your fingers through your hair to try distract yourself.

Kaz stepped into your room, closing the door behind him. Your tiny room felt cramped with only you in it, now it felt claustrophobic. Kaz leant his cane against your bedframe, coming to stand behind you. You felt unease build in your chest, unable to say a word. You felt at ease in Kaz's room, lazing on his bed or bothering him while he worked. But now that he was in your room, it felt strangely more intimate.

Kaz slipped his hands out of his gloves, placing them in front of you on the dresser. He held his hand to you, waiting for you to give him the scissors.

"We don't have all evening," Kaz said, rather bluntly.

You laughed, a stupid smile greeting Kaz in the mirror. You didn't much mind Kaz's bluntness, in fact, you had grown to love it. Once you learnt he never meant any harm - to you most specifically - you grew to appreciate how he cared little about sugarcoating anything. At times he was cruel, but never with you.

You let Kaz take the scissors from you, he turned them over in his hands. Once. Twice. You watched him in the mirror, as he finally decided on his action. He ran his fingers through your hair like you had done to him. His fingernails raked along your scalp, pulling fly-away strands from your face. He began to work on your hair, combing it away from your face with his fingers then cutting it slowly, methodically.

You were both silent as he worked, you could only watch in awe as he took such care. His brows were furrowed, much like they always were. But his eyes weren't piercing or angry, they were gentle and kind. He was so concentrated on what he was doing that his mask fell. It was the first time since that night in his room that you saw Kaz Reitveld again.

When Kaz was almost done, you finally shifted your gaze from Kaz behind you to your hair. Jesper was right, you did love your hair and you had been reluctant to change it. It felt a little easier knowing it was Kaz who was cutting your hair, Kaz who was helping you change.

Kaz stayed close when he was done, running his fingers through your hair again. His fingers ran through your hair, then rested on the bare skin of your neck. It was like you were both stuck in a trance. Making eye contact through the mirror. Kaz was taking deep breaths, not removing his hands from your skin.

You looked away, "I should go see Nina."

Kaz nodded, watching you stand up from your chair and brush down your clothes. He took a small step back, entranced by the way your hair now perfectly framed your face.

You looked up to see his staring, a faint smirk on his face.

"See something you like, Brekker?"

Kaz chuckled, "Maybe."

He took another step forward, reaching up and tugging on a strand of your hair. You smiled, offering your thanks for his help.

Kaz nodded, silent while he looked over your face. You could feel his breath over your cheek. From this close, you could see the flecks in his irises. You glanced from his eyes to his lips, the silent question hanging between you. You both knew that Kaz wouldn't be the first to instigate a kiss; you had been close before but never as close as that night in his room.

Kaz felt like he couldn't breathe, watching you look at him with so much faith, so much devotion. He hadn't seen anyone look at him like that since Jordie died. In The Barrel, it wasn't like people were willing to get close to him, not that he ever let them. Kaz trusted you, too, as a crow and someone he could love. He had a hard time showing that, in fact, he never showed it.

You ignored the doubts running through your head, leaning forward and pressing your lips to Kaz's. You pulled away quickly like a child having their first kiss. The last thing you wanted to do was overwhelm the man before you.

Kaz snaked his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

You were struck by how sweet Kaz tasted, like Hopjes. He cupped your cheek gently, pulling away hesitantly. He smirked, enjoying being close to you without the debilitating panic that usually forced him away.

"Y/N!' Nina knocked on the door, "Saint's sake, have you finished yet?"

Kaz pulled away, both of you snapping out of the trance and fumbling around the other. You had to slip past Kaz to get to the door, trying to ignore how close the two of you were. You threw the door open to see Nina, standing impatiently with the dress for the job tossed over her arm. Nina could no doubt see Kaz standing behind you in your room, his face no doubt flushed as it always was when the two of you were caught close by another crow.

With everything finally in place, you forced yourself down the stairs to greet the crows. The ridiculous shoes you had to wear made climbing down the stairs harder than you liked, you had to rely heavily on the ballestraid so you wouldn't fall down.

At the bottom of the stairs, Matthias was scowling at Jesper and Wylan, who were making fun of his formal attire. He looked as miserable as you, constantly adjusting the collar of his shirt and blazer to try get comfortable.

"Hey gorgeous," Jesper greeted, throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into a side hug.

You jabbed your finger into his ribs, getting him off you. "Don't call me that when I'm dressed like an idiot."

Jesper rolled his eyes, "That was rude."

Kaz finally joined you all, leaving his office and pausing a few paces away from you all. You could see how he took in what you were wearing, the subtle makeup covering your eyes and the fake jewels resting on your collarbones. You tried not to flush when you noticed his gaze linger on the buttons of your bodice.

Nina was staring at you, giving you a knowing look. You waved her off, pulling your cloak around your dress.

"Everyone knows the plan?" Kaz asked.

There was a chorus of yes'.

"Then let's get to it."

[broken-freedom]

Nina can you write a blurb or one shot of Eren going to the strip club one day and discovers that Y/N is a stripper plus she doesn’t want anyone to know her secret that’s why she doesn’t tell anyone. One day he catches her and in order for Eren to keep her huge secret she has to give him more than a lap dance in the back room if you know what I’m saying 😏

• Your Little Secret •

Word Count: 1.9K

CW: lap dance, humiliation (?), face riding. 

A/N: It took me forever I know, but hey! It is now done at least! Enjoy ;) 

Your worst nightmare became reality the moment your eyes locked with his in the middle of your performance. You managed to keep your “job” a secret from every single person you know for 4 long years only to be discovered by the one person you hate the most.

 It started as a little extra support, because let’s be honest, who can afford to pay all this money every semester for 4-5 years atop of all other life expenses? You left home as soon as you graduated from high school and even with the extra shifts you were picking up here and there, the bills were left unpaid. When one day you were working as a waitress, serving dinner and cleaning tables, an older man slipped a note in your hand as he paid you a farewell, one you thought was a generous tip to conclude the good service you provided, or at least .. you hoped. You shoved the note in your back pocket and resumed working. 

After your shift ended, you opened the note to only find a number and a few words scribbled messily underneath “I can provide you more, somewhere else.” The note creeped you for days, but one afternoon you were desperate, unpaid bills everywhere, unsubmitted assignments alerts filling your school’s email. How are you supposed to find time to study when you are practically overworking yourself to be able to pay for rent, classes, gas and food?!

You ran to the note and with shaky hands opened it and dialed the number. 

“H- hello …?”  you start nervously. 

“I was waiting for your call” you hear the man on the other side of the line talking with such confidence.

Turns out to be a stripping job that the owner of the club saw you and thought you would be able to earn a little extra doing that instead of serving food and relying heavily on tips. Without a second thought you accepted, the number he offered you would solve 99% of your problems and you only needed to work 3 days per week. In the other 4 you can actually focus on your education and get your degree to find a better job for yourself that can fully support you. 

You managed to keep your little job a secret from your friends and classmates. Yes it is a small town, but who would go to a strip club on a Tuesday evening while needing to be in class first thing in the morning the next day? And it worked, for four years, you buried the truth intending to never admit it out loud, not even to yourself, until today….

The day where your secret comes out and everyone will know about it because of him. 

You were in the middle of your seductive movement taking off the little excuse of a bra as a part of your dance when you locked eyes with him. You feel your whole world crashing at once. The air around you is thick and making it hard to breathe. The room you’re in suddenly turns 100 degrees and rising. You meet his amused gaze with a  mortified one, feeling sick to your stomach. Your body is moving as you do every time performing your seductive dance as if you were on autopilot but your brain is flashing alarms at you to run away from his burning stare. The way his eyes are twinkling looking at you makes you sick, and you would love to smack that shit-eating grin out of his face, but you sadly have to carry the dance.

“Eren Fucking Jaeger..  Why is he here? We have a test tomorrow! Shouldn’t he be studying?” 

The more you wonder, the wider his grin gets, making you clench your teeth to prevent yourself from screaming from the top of the stage. 

Your thoughts are running 100 miles per hour but also trying to keep your cool as much as possible replacing the mixed facial expressions of disgust and anger with a much calmer and relaxed one. The show has to carry on no matter what. 

 Your body swaying left and right to the beat of the slow tone music as your own hands cupping and grabbing at your skin starting from your thighs to your hips, to finally settle on your tits. You try to keep your mind off him and focus on your work, you’ll have to deal with him later. But he makes it so hard for you with him whistling and cheering at your every movement, feeling his flame-filled gaze on your bare back even when you can’t see him. 

The moment the music dies to a stop you rush off stage and run in your heels to shield yourself from his prying eyes, you strip in front of thousands of people without care, but not him, not Eren. He will make sure to turn your life into a living hell now he knows your secret. You’ll have to run away, change your name, and find a new life elsewhere. But it doesn't always end up as you want as Eren catches up to you and holds your wrist preventing you from going further into the dressing room. 

“What do you want Eren?!” you try to yank your hand out of his grasp but no success since he is way stronger than you. “Oh why so shy now darling, you were ready to drop your panties for me not a minute ago?” He holds your gaze daringly. “I also paid for a lap dance, would never miss the chance of having Ms. perfect dancing half naked in my lap” 

“Not in your wildest dreams! Let me go right now!” You try to push him away with your other hand, but he is faster, holding both of your hands now and pulling you closer to his chest, hovering over your face and smirking devilishly “You were the last person to come to mind when I asked for the best.. You? The best? Got to try to believe it .. or do you want your secret to make it past the walls of this building?” He twists you around and pushes you to walk in front of him to the same hallway you were going to earlier, not to your dressing room, but to the private room right next to it. 

You want to keep your job, it still pays the bills, but also needs to find a way to keep Eren from exposing you to everyone you know, you walk with him as you think, and think, and think, you need to have the upper hand in this situation, but knowing how evil Eren is, you will need to calculate your next step carefully.

You get inside the private room and push Eren to sit on the sofa, his hungry eyes exploring every inch of your body as you make your way to the pole in the center of the room. “Someone changed her mind” Eren chuckles thinking to himself how easily you got manipulated to do exactly what he wants. You wouldn’t want anyone to find out about this after all, and from who? So you’ll have to do what he tells you to do. 

You grab the pole, bending your body ever so slowly, giving Eren a full view of your puffed pussy strangled by the thong. A loud whistle coming from behind you reminding you of who is actually sitting there watching your every movement. You close your eyes shut trying to steady your breathing and carry on your plan. Slowly but seductively you make your way towards Eren pushing his knee apart so you can stand in between and reaching for his necktie to untie it “Hands behind your back Jaeger, club’s policy” He does what you tell him to do, hypnotized by how good you smell and you tie his hands behind his back. You bend over as you sway your hips pushing your tits closer to his face. The way he gulps the closer you get to him tells you that what you are doing is correct and gives you the energy you need to continue. You pull the string of your bra down exposing your boobs as you straddle Eren’s lap. Watching the teasing gaze drop from his face gives you satisfaction when you start grinding on him wanting to torture him. The more you grind the louder he growls “ Fuck …”  wanting more, and now you can feel him more. Erected, desperate, and wanting more, and you give him more by pushing your weight down on his cock but stand back on your feet quickly “wha- … why?” his confused tone makes you giggle. 

With one swift motion, you place one leg on Eren’s shoulder, reaching your hand to teasingly rub your clothed clit before you pull the string to the side exposing your wet pussy to Eren’s widening eyes. “You did not pay for this but I am feeling like giving you a special treatment today” 

The closer you get to Eren’s face the more he understands what you want to do “why are you doing this?” “Because I can, isn’t that obvious?” “But you- …” you cut him off when your pussy makes contact with his lips, tongue darting out immediately to taste the sweetness of your essence dropping into his mouth. He moans, loud, and you enjoy the scene of his eyes rolling back. Grinding his clothed cock was fun, he made cute noises, but riding his face is even more thrilling. His whole diameter changed and it is pleasing to watch. You pinch your nipples in between your fingers speeding the process, Eren thrusting his tongue inside your pussy with his nose pressed against your clit is more than enough to send you to cloud nine, drenching Eren’s face with cream liquid and a few drops falling into his shirt staining it white. Your legs shake and you try to steady yourself by putting your leg back on the floor, Eren is quiet, he is more surprised than you are by how your actions silenced him, but his eyes are screaming at you. You look at his flushed, wet face with amusement, his hands still tied behind him. One final step before you conclude your plan.

You drop to your knees in front of Eren, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to take his raging cock out, fully hard and leaking in your palm “what a pretty cock, Jaeger” you smirk giving Eren’s cock a few pumps making him growl in response. You keep your eyes locked with his as you bend lowering your head, but before your lips reach his tip, you tear your eyes away from Eren’s looking at his length in your hand “what a shame for a cock this nice to be attached to an asshole like you” and you spit on it before you stand up and start backing up to go to your room to change “keep your mouth shut Jaeger, or I know a way to keep it useful other than talking shit about others” 

Even though he never actually planned on telling a living soul about your little secret. He’ll still come to spite you every once in a while, and to get you to sit on his face again… 

xXx

[nina-scribbles]

Your honor, we have taken over a dozen super powered teenagers and trained them in all sorts of things, including cityscape mobility... do you really expect them to take the train?

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

All I ask - Kaz Brekker

Masterlist

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Wordcount: 1293

Warnings: mention of a wound, alcohol

Summary: after a failed heist Kaz wishes to speak with you

Storming into the slat after the almost failed heist, all of you dumped down on chairs, huffing and downing the cups of liquor that Anika placed on the table.

"Thanks Anika," Inej said quietly as she placed down the now empty glass on the wooden surface. Kaz didn't say anything, he just swept the whiskey, sat the glass down with a thump and stormed off to his room. No one said anything as you all watched him stalk his way to the stairs and started to climb them. No one said a word as you listened to his cane tapping against the floor. When Kaz finally slammed his door shut, Jesper turned to the rest of the Crows.

"Well, that was interesting," he raised his eyebrows. Wylan rolled his eyes but his lips still held a small, playful smile when he set his gaze on Jesper again.

"What part of it?" wondered Nina and gestured to Anika, asking for another whiskey.

"All of it?" Jesper offered and held his glass out to Anika as she poured another round for each of them. You swept it quickly, letting the strong liquid burn in your throat, taking it as a reminder that you were still alive. The small amount you had left in the bottom of the glass you poured onto the wound on your upper arm, not bothering to clean it any more thoroughly. Inej caught you in the action but settled for a grimace your way. You were stubborn and the cut wasn't very deep either so she knew you wouldn't appreciate the nagging about taking better care of it. All of you were still upset about the messy heist, and conveniently enough, the man who'd planned it all had already left the table.

Wylan gave away a soft sight and let his hair fall back, almost hanging upside down over the back of the chair. His eyes closed as he caught his breath and let the burning sensation of the whiskey make its way through his body. His mop of curls fell from his face and you caught Jespers gaze flickering to him. With a cough he pulled his revolver and started playing absently with it, keeping his hands occupied. Feeling you gaze on him, Jesper looked at you and was met with a kind but teasing smile that had his cheeks blossoming in a soft pink. He shook his head at you, silently asking you to keep quiet about it just as Wylan sat up straighter and swept the whiskey glass in his hand to go leave it in the kitchen. The scraping of chairs against the floor covered the sound of Kaz's door opening and closing a few floors above you and you almost hit him square in the chest when you walked out of the kitchen. Stopping dead in your tracks you waited for Kaz to pass before making your way to the stairs. A good night's sleep would do you good after the messy heist but you barely made it to the stairs before Kaz called out for you.

"Y/n, my office in 5," he said, then he walked past you and trudged up the stairs again, leaving you with no other option than to follow him.

After stopping by your own room quickly you walked to Kaz room. Pushing the door to his office open you were met by the dim-lit sight of Kaz at his desk scribbling away on a paper in front of him. He didn't make any signs of acknowledgement but you sat down at the chair in front of him and waited until he looked up from his work. The late hour and the messy heist already had you irritated and Kaz calling you up three flights to talk didn't make it any better. Not to speak of the fact that, now that you were here, he didn't even look at you.

"You wanted to talk," you deadpanned. Kaz stopped his scribbling and placed the paper to the side. He looked up from what he was doing, his brown glare meeting yours in a harsh gesture. You held his gaze and noticed how it quickly flickered to the tear in your shirt and the bloody cut on your arm. It still stung subtly from the whiskey you'd poured over it but you paid no mind to it. Kaz looked away from you and diverted his gaze to the window instead, watching as a crow flew by the window. You glanced at the window too but quickly looked back to meet Kaz's eyes again. He just looked at you, something deeper than anger swirled in his eyes but you couldn’t really see what it was. You simply waited until he would say something. He was the one who called you up here, saying he needed to talk to you, but now that you were here he was quiet as a mouse. After almost 10 minutes of complete silence, your eyes met each other’s and then they quickly turned away again, seeking something else to look at, you sighted and crossed your arms over your chest. Kaz finally spoke up. 

“I’m sorry.” It was as simple as that. Those two words were the only thing he said. You looked up at him, not expecting the apology at all. But when you met his eyes you didn’t have the heart to be angry with him. 

“It’s not only me you should say sorry to. You should tell the whole crew,” you said softly and tried to seek his gaze but he looked down at the table, twirling his pencil between his glove-clad fingers. After a few moments of silence he replied, “I know.” You nodded and sat up straighter in your chair, thinking over your words before speaking them out loud for him to hear. 

“You gotta stop gambling with our lives as if we were a deck of cards, Kaz. We’re your friends, not some knights and queens of spades that you can throw on a table whenever and however you need,” you voice was gentle but both of you knew that you meant every word you said. And it was true. Kaz has been risky with all of your lives lately, not only tonight. He’d been taking you all for granted, but mostly he’d been taking your help for granted. He knew that you’d do anything for him if he just asked. But he hadn’t and that’s where he’d lost you for a while. You weren’t some slaves to boss around with or tools to use when needed. You were crows and crows work together. When Kaz didn’t reply you stood up to walk out and get some sleep, like you’d first intended. Just as you were out the door, Kaz spoke your name. You stopped in your tracks. The tapping of his cane could be heard from the other side of the door. He stopped just on the other side and you stood with you back facing the closed door. He knew you were still here, but he didn’t bother to open the door. 

“Tell… tell the others. That I’m sorry. For all of it.” 

“I will. With a promise from you to be better.” That was all you asked of him, to try to be better, to ask for help, to treat you like crows, like friends. You could feel your heart hammer in your chest for the broken boy who’d learned to never ask for help the hard way, for the boy who’d lost everything because they’d asked for help, for the boy on the other side of the door. Please say okay. It’s all I ask for.

“Okay.”

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 28: RUNAWAY

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

Danielle's hands gripped the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity as she sped towards Cillian's apartment. Her heart raced with a mix of anger and betrayal while Nina sat by her side, watching the emotions on her mother’s face.

“Mum, please don’t make a big deal of this”, Nina told her mother, seeing that a storm was brewing both in the skies and within Danielle herself as she pulled up in front of the towering apartment building.

“Nina, quiet”, Danielle spat before taking a moment to steady her breathing.

Danielle climbed out of the car with Nina, grabbed her bags, and stormed into the building.

“Mum, please!” Nina tried to reason with her mother as determination was etched across Danielle’s face. She didn't pause to greet the doorman, nor did she notice the poignant gazes of the other residents. She had a mission, and she was going to confront Cillian head-on.

Nina followed her upstairs with nausea building up in the pits of her stomach, and upon reaching his apartment, Danielle pounded her fist against the door. After what felt like an eternity, it swung open to reveal Cillian, his typically suave demeanour replaced with a mix of surprise and unease, seeing the anger on Danielle’s face.

"Go to your room Nina” Danielle ordered immediately before she barged inside.

“Okay, come on in”, Cillian hissed sarcastically while his ex’s eyes blazed with fury as she pushed past him, ignoring his comment.

"How could you, Cillian? What were you thinking, getting involved with someone as young as Y/N? She is half your fucking age, and she's your daughter's dance teacher, for God's sake! Is this a midlife crisis or something?” Danielle spat, and Cillian closed the door behind him, the silence only amplifying the tension in the room. "I understand how it looks, Danielle, but I didn’t know. Despite this, it is over. I am not seeing her anymore,” Cillian told his ex, trying to calm her down.

Danielle scoffed, her face twisting with disdain. "God, you disgust me, Cillian. First your assistant and now her. You're old enough to be her father. This isn't some movie scene where the older man sweeps away the young, innocent girl. This woman is part of Nina’s life, and your little fling has serious consequences for her” Danielle grimaced while Cillian's face reddened as anger flared in his eyes.

“Fuck, you have some nerves, Danielle, accusing me of doing the wrong thing while all you did for months was to alienate me from my children’s life”, Cillian pointed out, and these words hung heavy in the room, each syllable a dagger to Danielle's pride. Her voice trembled as she struggled to grasp the reality of the situation.

“Clearly, I did the right thing by withholding custody from you. You are disgusting, and trust me, Cillian, I will inform the courts of this and fucking fight you. You aren’t going to see Nina again any time soon. Not until you come to your fucking senses,” Danielle spat before the arguments between her and Cillian came to a head.

***

Just as Nina closed the door to her room behind her, the turbulent argument echoed through the walls of her father’s apartment, and Nina could not bear the constant clashes between her parents any longer. Their fights were like tearing her world apart.

This one was a particularly heated exchange, and Nina decided she had enough. With tears in her eyes, she scribbled a note and packed a small bag. She left it on her bed, a message to her parents that read, "I need some space to breathe." Then, she silently slipped out of her bedroom and into the hallway.

Her parents were so engaged in their arguments that they did not even notice as Nina disappeared into the night, where she wandered the streets, unsure of where to go or what to do next. She felt a mix of fear and freedom, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

She spent about twenty minutes in a nearby park, surrounded by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city. Caught in the crossfire of their emotional battles, Nina was struggling to find her footing in a world that had suddenly become chaotic and unpredictable and wanted to leave her life behind.

She could not cope with the hate her parents had for each other, and tears streamed down her face as, after spending some time at the park, she walked through the dimly lit streets, desperately trying to escape the painful argument she had just witnessed between her parents. Their heated words still echoed in her ears, reminding her of the broken pieces of her once-happy family.

Feeling lost and alone, Nina eventually remembered you and the things you had said to her in the past. Amidst the chaos and confusion, you had always been a source of stability and guidance for Nina, and thus, Nina fumbled for her phone and dialled your number, praying that you would answer.

"Hello?" your voice came through, filled with concern.

"Y-Y/N, it's Nina," she choked out between sobs. "I... I need help. Can you meet me?" Nina begged, and, of course, you would never turn your back on her.

"Of course, Nina. Where are you?" you asked, sensing the urgency in Nina's voice.

Nina quickly provided you with her location, a café not too far from her father's apartment.

“I will be there shortly. Until then, don’t go anywhere, all right?” you said before calling yourself a taxi which, clearly, was the fasted line of transport available in Dublin right now.

Meanwhile…

By this point, Cillian and Danielle, too, had realised that Nina was gone, and just as they were standing in her room, their eyes scanned the note that their daughter had left behind. It was a simple piece of paper, but the words written on it held a weight that neither of them expected.

"She's gone. It’s almost eight o’clock and too late for her to be out on her own," Danielle hyperventilated, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and sadness.

“This is your fucking fault,” Cillian spat, his eyes darting from the note to the front door as if he was expecting Nina to suddenly materialise outside.

"We have to find her”, he then told his ex as she reached up, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. "I know, Cillian. But where do we even begin? She could be anywhere,” Danielle worried while Cillian grabbed his car keys from the table, determination burning in his eyes as, suddenly, he saw a message from you, informing him that Nina had contacted you and that you were going to meet with her, nothing more.

***

Informing Cillian of Nina’s meeting with you was the right thing to do as you knew that he would be worrying about his daughter, and since you were out with some friends that evening, it only took you five minutes to get to where Nina was hiding away from her parents.

“Oh god, Nina”, you sighed with relief when you saw her, and just as you arrived at the local Starbucks, Nina collapsed against the back of one of the seats, her body trembling from a mixture of fear and desperation.

You sat down beside her, concern etching lines onto your forehead. "Nina, what happened? Why are you here, on your own, this late?" you asked, assuming that she had run away from home but not knowing why.

Nina took a shaky breath and wiped away her tears. "I... I overheard my parents arguing. They were yelling at each other, and it was like... like the world was falling apart. I couldn't take it anymore," she said before finally opening up about her parents’ break up.

Flashback

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon when Nina was about to go to a friend’s house, and her parents sat her and her brother down at the kitchen table. They seemed uncomfortable, and Nina knew that something was not right, but she tried to stay optimistic. Hesitantly, Cillian announced that he was getting a divorce from their mother, Danielle and that he would move out the following week.

Whilst Max was shocked, Nina had seen it coming and, yet, she wanted to pretend that it did not happen. Sure, her parents fought a lot, but she also knew most parents fought at one time or another. Her friends often spoke about these arguments to her within their own families, and the arguments Nina’s father had with Nina’s mother were not too dissimilar.

Nina, of course, did not want Cillian to leave but knew that this was something she could not do anything about. It was her father’s choice to leave, and Cillian told her and Max that none of this had anything to do with them.

At the time, when talking to her parents about the separation, Nina managed to keep it together. But when she was back in her room, the tears came like a flood. She called her friend immediately but was crying too hard to even get the words out.

Cillian eventually followed Nina into her room and gave her a comforting hug. He promised that he and their mother would work things out with respect to care, but what he clearly did not anticipate at the time was that Danielle had no intention of letting him see his children.

Max, of course, pretty much did what he wanted, but Nina was too young to make decisions on her own and missed out on valuable time with her father for weeks until, finally, the court made an order for shared care, giving Cillian as much as four nights per week considering Danielle’s erratic work schedule.

With these arrangements in place, Nina finally found some routine, and this routine was now about to be interrupted again as her mother threatened her father to seek a review with the courts, seeing what he had been up to with you.

End of flashback

“This is all my fault”, Nina cried, telling you how the argument eventuated and what it was about, namely Cillian’s involvement with you, and you listened intently, your eyes filled with compassion.

“Listen, Nina; I know that this is upsetting. All the fighting can be difficult to deal with, but none of this is your fault. I am certainly not angry about it, and I am sure your dad or mum would be either. Their arguments are between them, and it is for them to figure it out,” you explained to her while taking her trembling body into your arms.

“If it wasn’t for me, though, they wouldn’t be fighting so much. All of their arguments are about me and spending time with me, so I figured that, if I am not around anymore, they could finally stop fighting,” Nina explained, and you ought to seek clarification.

“Is this why you ran off?” you asked, and Nina nodded.

“Yes, because if I didn’t exist, then they would stop fighting”, she cried.

“Nina, your parents both love you and whilst they might be fighting about spending time with you, I can assure you that neither of them blames you for anything. Your running off will make them worry a lot, and I can tell you that it will make matters worse as now they are probably blaming each other for your actions. Divorce is a hard thing to get through for grown-ups, and grown-ups certainly don’t know everything either. Emotions can take the better of them no matter how mature they are, and clearly, your parents haven’t worked out how to cope with not having you around all the time just yet, and this makes them very emotional. But at the end of the day, you have to remember that you have two parents who love you an awful lot, and that is something pretty amazing. Trust me. Because I did not have that growing up,” you told her, raising some questions.

“You didn’t have parents growing up?” Nina wanted to know, and you nodded.

“No. I grew up in foster care. My parents gave me up when I was ten, and most of the couples I lived with were only in the system for the money,” you explained before telling Nina that, in the US, funding was available for foster carers, and often those carers abused the system.

“Why did your parents give you up?” she wanted to know, but you were not entirely sure about their reasons. All you could do was make an assumption.

“We migrated illegally and got caught. I like to think that my parents thought that me growing up without them in a country as wealthy as the US was better for me than growing up poor and with love,” you guessed, before getting back to the problem at hand.

“But, where I am getting with this is that, yes, having parents separate sucks, but it is still better to have two parents who love you fight about you than having no parents at all,” you told Nina, and Nina immediately felt a mix of guilt and relief wash over her. She knew deep down that you were right, but her emotions had overwhelmed her at that moment, clouding her judgment.

“I shouldn’t run off”, she determined, causing you to nod.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you told her gently.

“Do you think Mum and Dad will be angry?” Nina worried, but you shook your head.

“Maybe, but they will forgive you, and they will be very relieved to see you,” you assured her before lightening the mood by making a joke. “Despite, your dad is a big softy, and I have a sneaky suspicion that you have got him wrapped around your fingers big time”, you then said before suggesting that you take her back to his house as, no doubt, he and her mother would be worrying about her by now, even in spite of the message you had sent Cillian earlier that day.

***

As you walked back to Cillian’s apartment, your mind churned with thoughts of the conversation you would have to have with Cillian and Danielle.

You knew that you had no choice. You could not let Nina face this by herself, and you knew that you would need to explain the depth of Nina's distress to them and how crucial it was for them to address their differences, not just for themselves but for their daughter's well-being.

Cillian’s separation from his wife was something you always wanted to stay out of, but now you were faced with a situation where you could not do this, knowing that Nina needed your help. You cared for her, and it was a situation that was both awkward and emotionally draining.

As such, when arriving at Nina's father's apartment, you approached the door with trepidation. You took a deep breath and knocked firmly with determination to advocate for Nina unwavering.

When Cillian opened the door, his eyes widened in concern as he saw Nina standing with you beside her. He took her into his arms without any hesitation whatsoever, a sigh of relief leaving his lips, and before he could speak, you began, your voice strong and unwavering.

"You need to pull yourself together. Both of you,” you spat, glancing at Cillian first and then at Danielle, who, at this point, was on the phone with the police, not trusting Cillian’s intuition that Nina was safe with you.

Tears welled up in Danielle’s eyes as she realised the impact of her actions on her daughter again. She gave you a nod and said, “I know,” before walking towards her daughter as well.

“Thank god you are okay,” she said, hugging Nina while your gaze was softening.

“This is none of my business, but, as an outsider, I can tell you that you need to work towards resolving these custody issues and providing a safe space for Nina. She needs both her parents right now, more than ever," you lectured them as all three of them looked at you in silence, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air. And at that moment, they all understood the importance of helping Nina through this difficult time.

For Danielle, in particular, the realisation dawned upon her that no amount of arguments could change the path that Cillian had chosen for himself when she saw you standing there in front of her.

Her daughter liked you, and clearly, you cared enough to keep her safe which was something that provided some reassurance to her.

There was no point in making life harder for Nina than it already was, and, as such, with a sigh, Danielle wiped away her tears.

“I will pick you up on Monday from school”, she then said, her voice barely a whisper while hugging her daughter.

“You can stay for a bit if you like, Danielle,” Cillian said. His gaze softened as he reached out to touch her arm, a silent acknowledgement of the pain they both felt while you stood there awkwardly and smiled.

“Thank you, Cillian, but no. I don’t want to stay, but I am sorry for what I said to you earlier. I was overreacting,” Danielle told him before thanking him again for bringing Nina back to Cillian’s apartment.

“You are welcome, Danielle”, you told her, no longer caring about formalities as Danielle turned to leave.

“How about you? Will you stay for a drink?” Cillian then asked, just as the storm outside mirrored the conflict within your hearts right now.

“Please?” Nina asked, and regardless of how hard it was for you to turn her down, you knew that it was the right thing to do.

“I shouldn’t. I am sorry, Nina, but maybe you could add me to your socials, and we can connect and chat whenever you like if that’s okay with your dad,” you told her, knowing that Nina had recently been allowed to join Instagram and Facebook.

“Of course”, Cillian reassured his daughter with a smile before thanking you again as well, to which you simply responded with “My pleasure. Take care” before leaving the building as well and heading back home, and it was to your surprise that when you arrived at home, you received a call from Cillian himself.

Cillian felt the need to thank you again more formally over the phone, and after he thanked you for returning Nina to his house, he also offered to talk to the dance academy so that they could reinstate your employment.

Apparently, had spoken to Danielle about it just minutes ago and, much to your surprise, she concurred.

But you did not want your job back after how you had been treated, so you declined.

What you did, however, do as well as point out to Cillian that he should be liaising with the people he knew as, clearly, someone in his midst had revealed your secret relationship to the academy, which made Cillian think.

[mooniemilkieway]

Random Creepypasta Headcanons pt :3

- Every time Laughing Jack gives you kisses on your body, black lipstick marks will appear and he would get upset if you wipe them off

- Jeff the Killer cosplayed as the Joker to go see the movie “Joker” because he thought it’ll be funny to disguise as him and have people come up to him and tell him “I love your Joker cosplay!”

- Nina the Killer and Eyeless Jack do each other’s box braids or dreadlocks or other African protective hairstyles and would do their hair wash days together

- BEN Drowned was a Jake Paul fan and would rant on to Jeff and the other pastas about how Jake was better than Logan Paul around 2017

- Clockwork is taller than Ticci Toby by 5 inches (Clockwork is 5’11 while Toby is 5’6). Clockwork teases his height and would carry him around bridal style sometimes but she does have her soft side since she feels like Toby is the only person that genuinely loves her. So she usually writes him love letters and adds her little doodles of them together

- Jane the Killer’s main in Mario Kart or the Mario games in general is Rosalina because she sees Rosalina as a lesbian (me too honestly)

- When BEN and Sally are drawing or writing BEN would put a tiny smiley face at the corner of Sally’s page but then she would literally crucify BEN’s paper by scribbling her marker all over it and probably even setting it on fire idk

- Jane is Elvis Presley’s “One for the Money, Two for the Show.” Nina is Taylor Swift’s “One for the Money, Two for the Show.” Nurse Anne is Lana Del Rey’s “One for the Money, Two for the Show. and Clockwork is Tyler the Creator’s “One for the Money, Two for the Show.” (This one is a tiktok trend if ur confused lol.)

- Laughing Jack snuck into an Insane Clown Posse concert once and someone noticed him but he gaslighted him into thinking it was some dumb cosplay

- Nina was (and still kinda is) a K-Pop stan and she had a ReVeluv stan account on twitter and was literally arguing with strangers over the internet about their idols and it was baddd

- Clockwork has a hyperfixation over giraffes and Toby would always send her cute and funny giraffe gifs to her over text messages. Toby even gave her a stuffed giraffe on Valentine’s day from Build-a-Bear

- Laughing Jack has been making yo mama jokes since 1964

- Eyeless Jack was able to make a gym area in the Slender Garage (just go with it plz) and all the gym equipment was stolen from either his university or from his home

- Slenderman wants to own a lot of cats because he find them cute and precious. On a stormy night he saw 5 kittens and was able to shelter them in the garage and gave me a warm blanket along with cat milk and food

[lilbeanz]

@crazybutgood how fun! thank you for tagging me in Wip Snip, I'll definitely play✨️

Just a soft little scene🥰

I'll tag @beebox-illustrations @nina-scribbles & @anzukero no pressure, but feel free to play along🥳

[zepp-l1n]

Okay but like, imagine the "Laurie confesses" scene from Little Women, but with Nikolai and Reader.

(Btw this is literally the whole scene, almost word for word, so it's lengthy. Also, Jo is the only one to call him Teddy, so I used Nikolai's nickname when Reader speaks. Do with this what you will.)

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

*Reader and Nikolai are walking through the Grand Palace's gardens*

Reader: Nina married. Zoya off to Kerch. And now that you're king, you'll be off in meetings and trips. I'm just not good like Alina, so I'm angry and restless.

Nikolai: You don't have to stay here, (Y/N).

Reader: Why? Should we run off and join a pirate ship again?

*Reader and Nikolai stop and look at each other*

Reader: No. No.

Nikolai: It's no use, (Y/N).

Reader: Please don't.

Nikolai: (Y/N), we've gotta have it out.

Reader: No. Sobachka...

Nikolai: I have loved you ever since I've known you, (Y/N). I couldn't help it. And I tried to show and you wouldn't let me, which is fine.

Reader, emotoinally: No.

Nikolai: But I must make you hear now and give me an answer, because I cannot go on like this any longer.

Reader: Sobachka, please. Please don't.

Nikolai, crying: I gave up being tailored. I gave up everything you didn't like. I'm happy I did. It's fine. And I waited, and I never complained because I... You know, I figured you'd love me, (Y/N).

*They pause.*

Nikolai: And I realize I'm not half good enough, and I'm not this great man and-

Reader: No! Yes, yes, yes you are. You're a great deal too good for me, and I'm so grateful to you, and I'm so proud of you, and I just... I don't see why I can't love you as you want me to. I don't know why.

*They pause again*

Nikolai, softly: You can't?

Reader: No. I can't. I can't change how I feel, and... It would be a lie to say I do when I don't. I'm so sorry, Sobachka. I'm so sorry, but I just can't help it.

Nikolai: I can't love anyone else, (Y/N). I only love you.

Reader: Sobachka, It would be a disaster if we married.

Nikolai, raising his voice again: It wouldn't be a disaster.

Reader: We'd be miserable.

Nikolai, voice raised: (Y/N), I'd be a perfect saint.

Reader, also raising their voice: I can't! I can't! I've tried it and I failed.

Nikolai: Why does everyone expect it?

Reader: I can't.

Nikolai: Then why does your family and my mother expect it? Why are you saying this? Say yes. Let's be happy together, (Y/N)!

Reader: I can't say yes truly, so I'm not going to say it at all. And you will see that I'm right eventually, and you'll thank me for it.

*Another pause. Nikolai and Reader breath heavily.*

Nikolai: I'd rather hang myself than realize this, (Y/N).

Reader: Sobachka.

Nikolai: I would rather be dead.

Reader: Sobachka, don't say that.

*Nikolai walks a little bit away, turning his back to Reader*

Reader: Sobachka.

*Reader follows after him. They catch up to him and tries to stop him.*

Reader: Listen, you'll find some lovely, accomplished person who will love you and adore you and, and they're gonna make a fine queen for your fine kingdom, but I wouldn't. Alright?

*Nikolai and Reader stop, turning towards each other.*

Nikolai: Yes you would, (Y/N).

Reader: Look at me. I'm homely and I'm awkward, and I'm odd.

Nikolai: I love you, (Y/N).

Reader: And you'd be ashamed of me.

Nikolai: I love you, (Y/N).

Reader: And we would quarrel because we can't help it, even now.

*They pause, staring at eachother.*

Reader: And I'd hate elegant society, you'd hate my scribbling, and we would be unhappy. And we'd wish we hadn't done it, and everything would be horrid.

Nikolai, quietly: Is there anything more?

Reader: No, nothing more.

Nikolai, quietly: All right.

*Nikolai goes to walk away.*

Reader: Except that...

*He turns back.*

Reader, exhausted: Sobachka, I don't believe I will ever marry. I'm happy as I am, and I love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up.

Nikolai: I think you're wrong about that, (Y/N).

Reader: No.

Nikolai: I think you will marry, (Y/N). I think you'll find someone and love them. And you will live and die for them because that's your way, and you will.

*He goes quiet before continuing.*

Nikolai, sadly: And I'll watch.

*Nikolai walks away, leaving Reader in the garden.*