#SHAKES THEM. STOP CHEWING THE CABLES!!!!!!

[gimmic-ky]

The birds are chewing dangerous shit n i can't really do much ugh....

#SHAKES THEM. STOP CHEWING THE CABLES!!!!!! #it is just their birdie nature but man. what do i even do. hope my parents deal with it? #ugh its the cables which means its my dad's problem whuch probably means hell actually do something unlike my mom #whatever 🙏🕊

[lunasohma]

coming home, an under the whispering door fanfic

[ ao3 ]

late night conversations & cups of tea

It wasn't a particularly bad one. Especially in hindsight. But he’d taken off all the same, refusing to look back at what he knew was waiting just behind him. If he’d only just look.

It’s the same as the first time he left after seeing Nancy. The feeling of the hook and cable stretching taut between them. He can feel it now and he knows Wallace can too. Of course he can. And still, Hugo goes.

.

The stag is waiting by the guardrail. Flowers stream down to the ground from his antlers. Every now and then, he’ll pluck one from midair, chew, swallow it down. It is disconcerting, seeing him in this place. Hugo knows that he knows what it means to him. He’s the Manager, after all.

“Hello, Hugo.” Hugo grimaces. He would rather hear those words from someone else. The boy’s voice sounds in his mind. Attempting to reconcile that with the unfathomable creature towering over him is giving Hugo a headache.

“Stop that. It’s… weird.” The stag tilts its head to the side. Teeth that do not belong to a deer flash at him in an approximation of a grin.

“What was that, Hugo?” The voice comes again, now mixed with another. The childlike tone clashes discordantly against something else dimensions deeper. The voice of a Forest God.

Hugo stares flatly at him.

“One or the other.” The Manager stares back, preternaturally still.

Finally, the stag gives a toss of his head which sends petals raining down around him. Pawing at the ground, he stirs them up again as they fall and jauntily prances through them. Then, with a leap and a bound, he’s up on the guardrail.

He’s laughing, Hugo realizes belatedly. The scene would almost be enchanting if it weren’t for the fact that he was so impossible large and Hugo knew what he really was.

“Okay, I’ve chosen.”

At full force, the Forest God’s voice reverberates in his chest. Hugo’s teeth buzz unpleasantly. He sets his jaw.

“You don’t like me very much, do you, Hugo?”

Absurdly, the direct question raises the ever-magnanimous tea shop owner in him. Hugo attempts to decline to answer.

But the Manager is content to wait, deftly stepping along the rail. Asters bloom in his wake, each appearing from the metal with a tinny squeak.

“No, I don’t.”

“The truth will out!” With a ridiculous un-stag-like bark, he throws his head back in triumph. Hugo shakes the celebratory shower of petals out of his hair.

The Manager turns to survey the scene before him. The sea of trees, the moon high above. He radiates majesty and poise from his perch.

“I do enjoy a view. But why are you out here?”

Hugo can't bring himself to answer.

"Oh yes," The Manager continues, darkly gleeful, "when my very generous gift is waiting for you. It's almost as if you don't-"

Hugo won't let him finish. He can't let such words even be uttered. It's bad enough they've already formed in his mind, that they now exist in some capacity. And though he shouldn't be able to, Hugo reaches up to grasp one of the stag's antlers. Velvet threaded with rose vines, thorns bite into his palm. The Manager simply watches, for he has eternity.

"Don't. Please."

It feels like an eternity before he slowly breaks their contact. Beads of blood well up around a single rosebud left in his hand. He lets it drop to the ground.

The spell breaks.

If stags could roll their eyes. He rears back indignantly.

"Are you kidding? After all the work I did? No way. You can't even imagine all the paperwork. I was drowning in the stuff for ages!" The Manager stalks down from the rail, hooves trailing foxgloves. "Last time I ever raise anybody from the dead, gosh!"

All of a sudden, the stag's attention snaps back to him.

"Hugo." His name twists into something frighteningly unfamiliar on the Forest God's tongue. "You should hold me to that."

Hugo does the only thing he can. Throwing his leg over his scooter, he thinks he can hear laughter as he pulls away.

—

There's a figure waiting for him on the front steps. Wallace is wearing one of Hugo's bathrobes. One that is far too thin for the night's chill. Hugo worries, but still, he busies himself with the scooter, slipping his helmet off.

("Helmet!" The word became an angry invective befitting their argument as Hugo storms out the door. But he stops momentarily, bewildered, before said helmet is thrown out behind him, glancing off his shoulder. Wallace still slams the door and Hugo still takes off. The helmet hangs between.)

The robe is shorter on Wallace.

Legs, Hugo thinks dazedly, when he finally turns to face him.

Wallace holds two mugs, steam lazily curling up into the stars. Earl Grey, he recognizes. Sweetened with honey and a splash of milk.

"I made tea." Hugo watches the flush work its way down Wallace's neck. "For you."

"And you." Despite everything, Hugo is amused.

"Yes, well, it's best to share these kinds of things." Wallace huffs, handing one of the mugs to Hugo. His face brightens when he tastes it, but he keeps his expression carefully neutral as he watches Hugo's reaction.

"Delicious." He smiles as Wallace rolls his eyes.

"I know I shouldn't believe you, but I am glad I can actually drink it."

-

Ever since Wallace had expressed interest in brewing tea, delicious and variations on the phrase had been Hugo's verdicts for each one of his attempts. Even when one of them had sent Mei running for the kitchen sink with Wallace hot on her heels.

"I don't know what you mean," Hugo had said, leaning back on the counter, as they sputtered their disgust. He'd taken another hearty sip before Wallace tugged the cup from his hands with a worried look.

"Please stop, you'll get sick." His voice had faltered, strangely hushed on the last words.

With a start, Hugo realized what he'd almost meant to say. He’d pressed a hurried (guilty) kiss to Wallace's brow.

"Just a little too strong, that's all," he'd reassured him. "You'll get it next time."

Wallace had smiled self-deprecatingly, eyes lowered to the cup in his hands. "I know I'm being foolish."

Hugo had quickly shaken his head. "No, no, not at all." Especially Wallace, of all of them. How could he think that? After everything?

Hugo had pressed kisses to every part of Wallace that he could reach until he was laughing again and Mei had recovered enough to shriek at them to get out of her kitchen.

-

"I've never lied to you," Hugo says mildly. "They were all delicious. They were yours."

Wallace shoots him a wry look, but takes a shuddering breath and takes Hugo's free hand.

"I'm sorry. I don't really remember what exactly I said, but I am sorry for it. But you know, as soon as you left, all I knew was that I wanted you to come home. I could feel—” His hand pulls away suddenly, involuntarily brushing his chest where the hook once was.

"Me too," Hugo says, suddenly unable to stand that Wallace might not know. Because he needs to know that Hugo feels the same. "I... as well." He's frustrated that his words are failing him.

Speaking to the dead is somehow easier, but when it comes to the living, Hugo is floundering miserably.

But Wallace needs to understand. They both do. And keep understanding. That is the work. Hugo feels the weight of the Forest God's gaze.

Yet everything he says, everything he does—none of it feels like enough. And oh, a life is so short. Suddenly, Hugo acutely wishes his grandfather was here.

"Hey, hey—!"

His mug is out of his hand, set on the step beside Wallace's.

"Hugo." The two syllables are warm, fond. They are at home on Wallace's tongue.

They are home.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" The question is muffled now that they are embracing. When did they start? Hugo never wants to stop.

"I am sorry," he says, embedding each word with every bit of gravity and meaning he can.

"I am too," Wallace says gently, his breathing slow and measured. His heart keeps pace with Hugo's and Hugo feels absolutely everything.

"And for uh, throwing your helmet, too," Wallace adds.

Hugo smiles into the crook of Wallace's neck. He needs him to feel it.

"No harm done."

"Really?" Wallace's hands trail up his back, fingers poking and prodding experimentally. "I've been told I've got a mean right hook."

"Multitudes," Hugo sighs happily.

"Yes, yes," Wallace grumbles, "that's all well and good until someone ends up in the hospital."

"Wallace."

"Okay, okay." He quiets and stills against Hugo.

.

And so they stay like that, wrapped up in each other for as long as they can. The sun waits to rise and the night air is heavy with tea and honey and velvet and roses.

And it is enough.

#under the whispering door #tj klune #my fic #fanfiction #hugo freeman #wallace price #manager (under the whispering door) #mei freeman #briefly! #sorry mei!

[unexpected-satsuma]

6 / ? - Summer

Chemist: Wednesday 17th

There seems to be a dilapidated cable car at the top of the valley. Its going to be a huge hike all the way up there. I’ve stopped for a break. It’s so warm here in summer, Goose stayed at home today. I wish I had too.

Moonbury gets humid as summer grows - we’ve been dealing with deluges. The roof in the Potion house leaks and Reyner has promised Mia when he recovers he will fix it for us. He has made no secret of his fondness for her.

I made it to the top. It’s a fucking glacier!

The cable car is rickety and completely unsafe. It could probably be fixed by the blacksmiths, but asking Runeheart and Opalheart to hike up here is a bit of a task. I’ll take note of what I think needs repairing. If Runeheart can make schematics from a sketch, we might have more Island to explore. I will see what Forrest and Bubble know about this later.

Matheo has begun to nod his head at me in passing. I suppose he can’t help but look down his nose at me, but still. He at least now accepts my gifts without insult.

Collin: Thursday 18th

We had a request today. The Moonbury delegation has found records of the same ice virus we are encountering in the Northern Territories...

I fear we cannot send them samples, as it is such a dangerous and volatile substance that if it were to be damaged on transport ... it doesn’t bear thinking about. I have enclosed as much information as we have gathered, in the hopes they can make ground where we have not. It is worrying, but it does not look to be dangerous to life.

Moira is revitalised with her studies. I have not seen her this focused in the decades since leaving the Academy. She studies this disease with her enchanted grin. I think my sister has come back to me.

Opalheart: Saturday 19th

The chemist requests we inspect these sketches of a cablecar. Runeheart is working on the gears. I shall finish the infrastructure.

We are running low on Horn and Moonite. Reyner has fresh tools for his return to us. I have sent forward money towards a new set of bellows, so he may enjoy his recovery time.

Runeheart shows promise in her work. I think she will be a wonderful successor. I shall have to have an apron made for her.

Reyner: Monday 21st

Today was my first return to work. I am still under strict instruction to take it slow. Runeheart promised she would watch me like a hawk, and I am finding it hard to shake her gaze.

The Potion House roof does not seem like a hard task. I will repair the doorframe too, and perhaps charge the cost to Matheo I wonder if their quarters are in need of new furniture. I have had too much time with my mind idle and I need to carve these designs out.

Goose keeps chewing on the new roof tiles but I am never angry with him. He is too doting for me to scold.

Xiao called by for tea today. He went inside the Potion House and did not come out for some time. I have no idea what he discussed with the the two.

Xiao: Tuesday 22nd

The fair has been shaped well. Nova & Hannah have strung yards of bunting around the square. Little Miss Rue & Leah have sown fresh flowers.

Socellia, Ottmar & Yorn are to bring food.

I MUST remind Opalheart and Ottmar they are needed to bring furniture from Lazy Bowl tomorrow!

The Medical Association sends flurries of parchment for our delegation. I met with them to establish the level of worry for the Island. Leah does not know if she can source the samples without the cable car access. Mia thinks the initial data is too inconclusive. Matheo has no information from his records. It does not seem to be too much concern for an epidemic.

Martha: Thursday 24th

I adore Moonbury.

We held the fair today, and it was delightful. Oh the food was so - ! Perfect. It was perfect. Rue wanted to dance all day, I could not possibly keep up.

The fruit Leah and Matheo and Forrest brought from the woods was delightful. I loved hearing Reyner play the flute for us again. Leano and Yorn poured drinks when the dusk settled in and we released lanterns into the pink sky.

[youwillregretknowingme]

I don't want anyone here in the house to see this confession and if any of them find this side blog, it'll be my downfall, but i worry someone reads my journal. I have to get thisboff my chest as i know a is going to probably break up with me for it.

I yelled at one of the littles, C whos 3, and hurt her slightly today. She was very upset about the splash pad and we were both silent on way home as the whole situation got me mad. When she got out of the car, she bolted into the apartment, and started beating her hands on the floor. I yelled at her to stop and she got into a chair. I pulled the wheely chair and she got scared. I kept telling her to go into the room and was telling me she was on a cord. I screamed that i knew and to get in the fucking room. She went into the closet. I told her she cant sit there and grabbed her wrist. I tossed her on the bed, which she said hurt her, and she got off the bed once i came in and she rolled away from me. She rolled on the charging cables and i screamed again, especially after she had her fingers in her mouth as they chew them when nervous and their fingers already look and feel like shit. I told her I wasnt her daddy anymore and she sobbed and was shaking.

It was the worst thing i had ever done.

I got her to calm down and i got a. He was genuinely pissed. He only said no littles for a while. When i asked if we were done, he said he has to think on it. Hes going to try to wipe the memory. Im worried he cant or he wont and just have everyone leave.

I apologized genuinely and its taking all my might not to cry and bring more attention on me while mp is the kitchen. I dont deserve life. Im genuinely thinking of how I could die as this is...the worst.

Death awaits me and ill be in hell.

[avanatural]

Something More

Summary: Based on 11x04 “Baby.” Dean and Y/N are on a hunt together. When there is no motel around, they spend the night in Dean’s precious muscle car. They talk about secret dreams and fears. Will it turn into something more than a late night talk between hunting partners?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, angst, and fluff with a side of humor, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, squirting, penetrative sex, imperfect sex, Dean’s self-hate, swearing, mutual pining

Square filled: Sex in the Impala @spnmixedbingo

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not proceed if you are under the age of 18! I hope you enjoy!

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Dean parked the Impala in a secluded, hidden area, sighing in defeat. He wasn’t ready to sleep yet, but he needed some rest from driving all day. His muscles felt stiff and sore. Just a few hours of lying down would be enough.

The green-eyed Winchester had a bad habit of not sleeping much. He was tired and troubled, especially due to the fact that he didn’t have many things in life to keep him happy.

Affectionately, Dean ran his hands across the old school steering wheel in front of him. Baby was one of the few things that made him happy. She was always there to bring him joy and distract him from the gruesomeness of life.

Dean peeked into the backseat. Curled up on the black bench seat was Y/N, his hunting partner for the week. She brought joy into his life, too. Her body was wrapped in a blanket, making her look like a cute, sleepy burrito.

He smiled at her sleeping form. By night, she looked so harmless and innocent. By day, on the other hand, she was a force to be reckoned with. To Dean, though, she was always gentle, always kind. It felt good to have her around. 

Y/N had a smile on her face as well, probably dreaming about something more peaceful than her actual life.

Dean thought back to their almost-kiss back on their last hunt together. Fate clearly didn’t seem to like him very much. He couldn’t even get a kiss from the woman he’d had a crush on for two years without getting cock-blocked by the monster of the week.

As he chewed on his bottom lip, Dean’s mind went to that dark place where him and Y/N simply didn’t stand a chance. Not even as a hookup. He’d seen the other guys she’d gone out with. He couldn’t compare to them. Those guys had been more open, more educated, and more mature. All that Dean had going for him was that he could make Y/N laugh. It didn’t seem like enough.

Perhaps they were better off as occasional hunting partners, nothing more. But it only took one look at Y/N’s sleeping face, and Dean knew. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to shake off that optimistic, greedy part of his heart that was keeping him tied to her.

Trying to get rid of his spiraling thoughts, Dean stretched out across the front seats, grabbing his laptop. Research was possibly the only way for him to stop thinking about Y/N and how beautiful she looked.

As he was in the midst of typing something into his computer, Y/N woke from her harmonious slumber, wiping her eyes. Dean noticed she was awake when her body emerged from the back, sitting up.

“Welcome to the Winchester Motel,” he announced, “We don’t have cable, but we do have room service.” He handed her a bottle of water.

She blinked heavily and took the bottle from his hand with a pleased chuckle. Dean always looked out for her. Whether it was backing her up on hunts, repairing her car, or offering her refreshments. He was always willing to help. “Thank you,” she said and opened the water bottle, “Couldn’t find a motel, huh?”

“No. And I thought we could both use some rest, so…”

“So, you decided to do research?” Her nose wrinkled, her eyes gleaming teasingly. “Should I worry about you?”

It was his turn to chuckle. “I just, uh… Can’t sleep yet,” Dean muttered, closing his laptop and putting it away.

She nodded in understanding.

“You, on the other hand…” Dean pointed his finger at her. “Seemed to be havin’ a good time in dream land.”

After quickly swallowing a few sips of water, she asked, “I slept like a baby, didn’t I?”

Dean draped his arm across the seat he was lounging on. “What were you dreamin’ about?”

A distracted, far-away expression appeared on Y/N’s face as she reveled in the memory of her dream. When she replied, she didn’t meet Dean’s eyes. “Do you ever… Want something more? Out of life?”

Dean got more comfortable against the car door, crossing his arms over his chest, the muscles in his biceps straining against his denim flannel. “All the damn time,” he confessed, “But, uh… It’s not like we can have more, right?”

Y/N found the confidence to look into his eyes, despite knowing that Dean would never be the kind of person to settle down. “I don’t know. A normal life sounds pretty tempting to me,” she admitted. Truth be told, she’d craved a normal life ever since she’d gotten revenge on the demon that had killed her family. “I, uh… I wonder what it would be like, you know? To work a nine-to-five job. To come home to someone who loves me. To have a family again. To get that normality back.”

“Yeah…” Dean nodded absentmindedly. “I wonder about that, too. I even dream about it sometimes. About what could’ve happened if none of this monster crap was real.”

“You do?”, she asked, her interest sparked.

“Yeah. It's usually the same dream, too.” He hesitated, gazing down at his scraped knuckles. Dean Winchester was not someone who opened up to just anyone. It didn’t come naturally to him. Y/N was the only person who could pull him out of his shell with a single look into his eyes. Dean could clearly picture his recurring dream as he recounted it for her. “I, uh… I’m in the car. I'm sitting in the driver's seat. My dad's sitting shotgun. Sam’s in the back.”  

Y/N pushed herself up higher, leaning against the seat in front of her, her hands clasped underneath her chin. Dean’s stories never failed to draw her in, no matter if he was talking about a bloody vampire decapitation or an eventless supply run. His voice was like gravel and honey mixed together – rough yet smooth. The sound of it haunted her dreams frequently.

Y/N listened intently to Dean, eager to catch a glimpse into his inner world. The older Winchester could be such a riddle. He tended to bottle everything up. Every little piece of him that he was willing to share, Y/N was going to take.

“There are no monsters,” Dean continued, “There's no hunting. It's just… Dad's teaching me how to drive. I’m 16, and he's helping me get my learner's permit. Sam is begging to have his turn, but he’s too young. We pull up to a house – the house my family’s livin’ in – and I park in the driveway. Dad looks over at me and says ‘Perfect landing, son.’ I have that dream every couple months.”

With his brow furrowed, Dean stared at his knuckles again. There was always a thick sense of insecurity hanging in the air when he made himself vulnerable like that.

“That sounds comforting,” Y/N said, her voice soft and kind.

“It is kind of comforting, actually,” he agreed, lifting his emerald gaze again. “So, uh…” Dean cleared his throat, feeling the uneasiness fade away. “What were you dreamin’ about?”

Y/N smiled to herself, but her eyes radiated sadness. She, too, hesitated, bracing herself before speaking. “I’m with my family. We’re having a get-together for Thanksgiving. My parents are there, my siblings, everyone…” She paused for a moment and gulped. “It’s like the good old days. There’s music, and everyone’s chatting about simple, irrelevant stuff. My siblings are fighting, but I manage to break them up. The turkey’s terrible,” she chuckled shortly, causing Dean to smile along with her. “We’re all just… happy.”

“That sounds comforting, too,” Dean said, a caring sentiment evident in his tone. His voice never softened as much as it did when he spoke to Y/N.

“You were there, too,” she added, biting the inside of her cheek. By now, she was certain Dean had caught on to the fact that she fancied him. But nothing had ever happened aside from repeated flirting and that almost-kiss two months earlier.

Dean was genuinely surprised by her confession. He’d always wondered if he was on her mind while they were apart. She was certainly on his. “I was?”  

“Yeah.” Y/N could feel her hands begin to sweat as her heart made the decision for her to be blunt. “When I picture having a normal life… You’re part of it.”

An intense glint of enchantment flickered across Dean’s jade eyes. He glanced at her for a long moment. Finally, he cleared his throat again. “I, uh… I dream about you, too.”

“Really?” Y/N leaned forward, propping her chin up on her hand.

���Yeah, but, uh…” Dean’s forehead twitched. He was already angry with himself for even bringing it up. But his mouth was faster than his mind. “Those dreams are not too happy.”

Her brows wrinkled. “Why is that?”

“Because you usually end up dead.” There was a lifeless, dull gleam in his eyes, and he cursed himself for taking their conversation into that direction.

A small, insecure laugh came out of Y/N’s mouth. “Well, that’s reassuring,” she tried lightening the mood. When there was no booze around, inappropriate humor was a hunter’s go-to coping mechanism.

“It’s not funny,” Dean stated weakly, “You know what? Just forget about that.”

“Hey...” She reached out to him, instantly feeling terrible, extending her hand.

He sighed, but took a hold of her hand anyway. Any touch he could get, he would take.

Y/N gave him a tight, apologetic squeeze. “You won’t lose me, Dean.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” she replied and laced her fingers with his.

They stayed like that for a while, just feeling each other’s warmth. 

As their tender moment was passing, a small, cheeky smile took over Dean’s lips.

Y/N arched an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“It’s just… How come we have all these chick flick moments, but we never had sex?”

Y/N laughed, the mellow sound echoing through Baby’s interior like a song. This was definitely the most straightforward Dean had ever gotten with his flirting. “We could try that sometime,” she said, her heart fluttering nervously.

He hummed, his tongue darting across his lips.

Y/N let go of his hand to give the bottle of water back to him. “We should lie down for a bit, what do you say?”

Dean took the bottle from her, putting it away. “Yeah… You’re probably right.”

His words about having sex replayed in Y/N’s mind, making her contemplate her next move. It was an understatement to say that she was curious about what could happen if she let her heart take the lead. After observing Dean for a few moments, she grabbed the bull by the horns. “Do you wanna… Get back here?”, she suggested, pressing her lips together in apprehension as soon as the words had left her mouth.

Dean stared at her face, trying to figure out her intentions. “To sleep, or…?”

Y/N shrugged. “We’ll see, I guess.”

A bashful grin popped up on Dean’s pink lips. He felt like he was a teenager that got to play spin the bottle for the first time. Only this was a million times better. “Alright.” He opened the passenger door to climb out while Y/N pushed open the back door for him.

Once he got into the backseat, Dean pulled the door shut behind him, careful with Baby as always. Y/N scooted backwards to make room for him.

Together, the two of them sprawled out against the leather seats. They faced each other, lying on their sides. Dean wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close as she draped the blanket over their bodies.

Once they were both covered by the blanket, all cozy and warm in the backseat, Y/N cupped his cheek with her hand and let her thumb sweep along his cheekbone.

Dean closed his eyes at the touch, savoring how caring she was with him. He wanted more of that in his life, but wouldn’t have dared to say it out loud.

When Dean re-opened his eyes, Y/N was smiling back at him.

“What?”, he asked.

She kept her hand on his cheek. “Just enjoying the moment, is all.”

The way her eyes drifted across his face made Dean forget to breathe for a second. He knew he was playing a risky game, walking that thin line between being flirty friends and being something more. But hell, he wanted to cross that line.

One more look into her eyes, and Dean took the leap. His heart rate picked up as he closed the small distance and cautiously laid his lips on hers.

Y/N didn’t appear fazed in the slightest, reciprocating his kiss.

It was as though their lips belonged with each other. Dean’s long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as his mouth molded against hers.

Y/N opened her mouth and poked her tongue against Dean’s lips. He was quick to grant her access, their tongues soon mingling. 

Dean held her in his strong arms, digging his fingers into the blanket that was covering her back, and pulled her on top of him.

Y/N huffed out a quick breath at the sudden movement, soon relaxing and grinning against his mouth. “I didn’t expect this to happen tonight,” she uttered.

“Me neither,” he breathed in between soft pecks of her lips.

As Y/N deepened their kiss, moving her sultry mouth against his, Dean pulled the blanket off of their bodies. It landed somewhere on Baby’s floor, quickly forgotten.

Y/N caught Dean’s bottom lip between her teeth, giving him a playful bite. He moaned, chasing her mouth and paying her back by nipping on her lower lip. He could feel her grind against him, making his half-erect member harden. His jeans were becoming too restrictive.

“Damn, Sweetheart…,” he murmured under his breath, his fingers looping around the back of her neck to pull her in for more kisses.

“I want you,” Y/N muttered in between swipes of their tongues.

“Want you, too,” Dean slurred, his hands tangling in her shirt, pushing it up around her waist. He needed to feel her bare skin. Letting his palms glide along the hot patch of skin on her lower back, Dean felt his dick twitch in his pants.

Y/N placed her hands on his chest, pushing herself away from him.

Dean frowned as her lips left his, his mouth forming a perfect pout. His pout changed into an expression of pleasure as Y/N sat up on top of him, giving him more friction.

“Allow me,” she said.

Y/N pulled her shirt over her head while Dean gawked up at her with anticipation, refusing to miss a single second of the gift she was giving him. She wore an old, simple sports bra underneath. 

Dean licked his lips at the sight of her smooth skin. He had never seen anything more gorgeous. Reaching out, he slid his hands up her waist.

“Your turn,” she insisted, fumbling with his t-shirt.

Dean sat up as well, using his arm to secure Y/N in his lap, and scooted backward. He brought her with him, resting his back against the door.

Impatiently, Dean shrugged his flannel off. It got stuck on his watch, making him cuss under his breath. Y/N shook her head in amusement, chuckling slightly, and jumped in to help. She tugged the flannel over his wrist until Dean could fling it to the side.

Y/N didn’t hesitate to pull at his t-shirt. He raised his arms to help her, the black fabric soon dragged over his head, leaving his hair even spikier.

Dean only hoped she was going to like what she saw. Once the t-shirt was off, he paused and held his breath, gauging her reaction to his body. To his relief, Y/N’s face brightened as she took him in. The corners of her lips turned up, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

What he didn’t expect was for Y/N to lean down and run her tongue along his left nipple. She then caught the pink nub between her teeth, biting gently before letting go.

“Fuck,” Dean muttered, getting more turned on by the second. He let his head drop back against the window.

Y/N took her chance to press her lips to his neck and pepper his skin with soft kisses. Dean’s hand wandered to the back of her head, his fingers disappearing between the Y/H/C strands. Her hot lips were scorching him in the best way imaginable.

After delivering a lengthy suck to his pulse point, Y/N skimmed her lips down his torso. While her mouth was occupied with the delicious skin of his chest, she opened the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Dean felt himself twitch once more, needing to be freed of his confines. Y/N kissed his stomach and started to pull down his jeans. He lifted himself to help her take them off. Within a matter of seconds, his jeans disappeared in the darkness that was Baby’s floor.

As she grabbed the hem of his boxers, Y/N’s mouth stopped moving across his skin. Her lips rested on his stomach. Her eyes were looking up at Dean, asking him a silent question.

He grinned at her, in awe, threading his fingers through her hair.

The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. Still, she waited for his permission, which he uttered soon after.

“Go ahead.”

Y/N’s eyes shone up at him with desire. Another lasting peck to his stomach, and she tugged down his boxers. Once his underwear hit the floor, she scooted backward across the leather seat, kneeling on it comfortably. Taking Dean’s length into her hand, she tentatively licked the head, watching him.

When Y/N’s tongue dipped into the slit, Dean took a deep inhale, unable to believe his luck. He shakily released his breath as she closed her mouth around the tip and sucked.

Taking more of him into her mouth, she licked the vein on the underside of his cock. Once he hit the back of her throat, she sucked her way back up.

Dean sunk his teeth into his lower lip, watching closely as she started to bob her head up and down. Y/N hummed, sending little sparks of electricity through his member. Her hand came up to fondle his balls, making him feel like he was on top of the world.

“Fuck, that feels so good…,” he rambled under his breath.

Y/N gazed up at him, smiling around his length. After releasing him with a gentle pop, she planted a kiss on his tip. Moving down, she started to lick his balls.

Dean gulped, breathing heavily. Y/N’s hand closed around his dick, pumping slowly, tilting her hand on each upstroke. Dean let his head fall back against the window once more.

Y/N observed his reactions closely, with each passing second figuring out more and more what he liked.

For the first time in a long while, Dean felt himself relax. The muscles in his upper body were able to just let go, while the muscles in his stomach and thighs tightened at their own accord. What Y/N was doing to him sent him into a headspace of pleasure and devotion. She wasn’t just fulfilling his needs. She was taking care of him. He let his guard down, knowing that he was safe with his hunting partner.  

Y/N was jerking him faster now, egged on by the moans that were leaving his mouth. “Y/N…,” he groaned, his hand cupping her cheek, “Wait… Wait, you’re gonna make me come.”

She released his member and tore her mouth away from his balls, sitting up to wipe her mouth.

Dean was still breathing heavily, beaming at her. “That was… You’re… Wow.” Placing his feet on the ground, he slid across the backseat to get closer to Y/N. He circled his arms around her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

As she placed a hand on his jaw, Y/N felt the slight stubble that was growing on his skin.

Dean’s fingers went to her sports bra, curiously fumbling with the worn fabric.

“Go ahead,” she whispered into his kiss.

Dean took a hold of her bra and started to pull it up. She broke away from his mouth and held up her arms, letting him pull it over her head. 

As soon as Y/N’s upper body was bare to the sight, Dean took his sweet time eyeballing her.

She drew her lower lip out between her teeth, hoping that Dean liked what he saw. The way his eyes darkened gave her the impression that he did. His tongue was stuck between his teeth as he met her eyes again.

Y/N couldn’t contain her luscious grin, the butterflies in her stomach growing twice their size.

Dean spread his palm out on her chest and collar bone. By applying a bit of pressure, he pushed Y/N backward, making her lie down against the leather seats.

She knew it was going to be a tight fit, the two of them in the Impala, but her cautions had been thrown out the window the second she’d first felt Dean’s lips on hers.

His hands couldn’t resist, cupping her breasts as he hovered above her. His thumbs brushed along her nipples, his touch light as a feather. 

Y/N could feel goosebumps erupt on her skin, the hair on her arms standing up, a tingling sensation rushing up and down her spine.

Dean bent down and kissed her briefly. “Gimme a sec…,” he mumbled, pulling back.

Y/N waited, watching as he collected the blanket and his clothes from the ground. He then rolled them into a messy ball of fabric. “What are you doing?”, she wondered out loud.

“Sit up.” Dean tilted his head, gesturing for her to get up.

She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes narrowed questioningly. Her confusion was soon replaced by a feeling of gratitude as she realized he was creating a pillow for her.

Dean crammed the pile of different fabrics into the corner between the seat and the door, waiting until Y/N laid her head back against the makeshift pillow.

She felt her heart thump happily against her chest. “Thanks.” Placing her hands on his cheeks, she pulled Dean down for more kisses. His lips felt full and voluptuous against hers, making her want to devour him.

He allowed her to peck his lips a few more times before descending to her jaw and throat, lining her skin with sizzling kisses. Y/N tilted her head back, desperate to give his mouth more ground to cover. He unbuttoned an unzipped her pants just like she’d done with his.

Once her jeans were discarded, Dean’s fingers disappeared into her panties, running up and down her slit. “You’re so wet,” he spoke into her ear, his low, raspy voice vibrating through her entire body.

Y/N hummed from deep within her chest as he started to rotate his fingers around her clit, using her wetness to smoothen his movements. Every time her muscles twitched, Dean made sure to repeat his movements. He wanted to study every inch of her, get to know what she liked.

“Feelin’ good?”, he asked, his breath fanning against her cheek.

“Very good.” A moan escaped her lips as Dean pushed a finger inside of her. She gripped his wide shoulders, almost questioning whether this was really happening.

A second finger joined the first, Dean steadily pumping them in and out of Y/N. He could feel her getting wetter by the second, making him wonder how much longer either of them could wait to get to fourth base.

Dean had wondered what she would feel like ever since he’d seen her for the first time. But the more their friendship had progressed, the more unattainable it had felt. And now, he was knuckle-deep inside the woman of his dreams. ‘What a lucky bastard,’ he thought to himself.

When he curled his fingers, Y/N’s back arched, the pads of his fingers brushing against that magical spot. “Dean,” she whined.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathed, nipping on her jaw and paying extra attention to the spongy texture inside of her.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Dean, her hands clinging to his shoulder blades while he brought her closer and closer to release. “Oh God, yes.”

His hand moved faster, plunging his fingers in and out of her. His free hand pushed down on her lower stomach as he kept rubbing that spot.

“Dean… Dean, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna make a mess,” Y/N warned, her voice strained.

His head perked up at her words, his fingers slacking slightly, his green eyes focusing on her with astonishment, “You gonna squirt?”

“Uh-huh…,” she croaked, “So, unless you-“

“I wanna see that,” he declared, a sly grin spreading on his lips, “Please.”

A small, disbelieving laugh escaped Y/N’s mouth, but it was soon turned into another whine.

Dean went back to vigorously rubbing his two fingers against her g-spot. The squelching sound of her wetness only spurred him on.

Soon after, Y/N’s insides tingled and she could feel herself gushing over his fingers. Her thighs were trembling and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her vision went white for a second, making her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

Dean watched her come undone with amazement, eagerly drinking in every bit of her response to the pleasure.

Y/N opened her eyes, her chest moving up and down with harsh breaths.

“Damn, that was hot,” Dean uttered, nuzzling his nose against Y/N’s. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips and broke away from her. After retrieving his boxers from the floor, he used them to dry the seat and wipe away her juices.

“Do you have a condom?”, Y/N asked, still catching her breath.

For a second, Dean actually considered pinching himself. Never in a million years had he expected to ever get that question from her. Was this actually happening? “Yeah, sure.” He tossed his boxers back to the floor. 

With a slight grunt, Dean leaned over the front seat to reach the glove compartment.

Y/N lied back against her makeshift pillow, studying Dean’s body as he continued his search for a condom. His broad back was shielding her view of the front seat. She could see the muscles in his arms move as his hands rummaged through the glove compartment. Every part of his figure was truly stunning. Her eyes lingered on his firm butt for a moment. Definitely stunning. Smiling to herself, she ripped her gaze away from Dean to stare at the ceiling of the Impala.

As she waited, her mind began to wander. She knew Dean was not the type of guy to stick around after a hookup. Not that she was expecting him to. She knew the life, knew what it was like. But tonight, Dean Winchester belonged to her. He held a special place in her heart. That one special place. It was an experience she was going to cherish, even if she was one of many.

Y/N came back to the present moment when Dean climbed into the backseat again. He ripped open the foil packet and threw a wink at her. Once he’d rolled the condom on, he crawled on top of her body, one of his hands resting on the leather backrest.

“Hey,” she whispered, hooking her arms around his neck.

“Hey.” He scanned her face, taking in every single detail. A strange feeling caused his heart to swell. He hadn’t felt this sensation for so long that he almost didn’t recognize it. “Ready?”

Replying with a hum, Y/N pulled him closer. Dean grabbed himself and lined up with her entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wetness several times.

“Dean,” Y/N huffed out a complaint.

He snickered, faint dimples showing themselves on his cheeks. Carefully, he pushed the tip through her lower lips. Dean held his breath as he drove himself deeper into her.

Y/N, on the other hand, inhaled with a small hiss.

Dean’s lips grazed her jaw. “You good?”

“Yeah. Give me a minute.”

He moved his head in understanding and distracted Y/N from the stretch with attentive kisses and experimental thrusts.

Her bated breaths soon turned into moans, giving Dean a signal to give longer, deeper strokes. “Fuck, Y/N, you feel amazing.” He dropped his head to her shoulder, relishing in the feeling of her tightness around him.

“Mhh, Dean…”

He grasped her thighs in his hands and pushed them up, making them rest against her chest. As he bent her in half, he bumped his cock into her sweet spot.

“Right there,” she moaned, throwing her head back against her pillow.

Getting lost in her, Dean grunted and released moans of his own. His thrusts sped up, the sound of skin hitting skin soon echoing through the car. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel good, to give her a night to remember.

His thrusts conveyed his need and craving for her. Each one of his movements was calculated. He was determined to make her see stars tonight.

As Y/N climbed higher and higher on the ladder to bliss, Dean pulled out of her.

She breathed heavily, searching his eyes for an explanation.

Dean offered her his hand. “Turn around.”

Y/N caught his drift and let him pull her up. Swiftly, she got up on her knees, turning her back to him. She braced her forearms against the car door, bending over.

Dean’s hand closed around one of her hips. With his other hand, he lined himself up again.

They sighed in unison as his long dick penetrated her from behind. The two lovers became consumed by their raw longing for each other. 

Dean used her waist as leverage, gripping it to pull her back against him as he shoved himself into her. Y/N pushed herself back onto him, trembling with passion.

Neither of them could recall when the windows had started to fog up. Or when the Impala had started rocking in sync with their movements. If anyone had stopped by, they would have been able to tell instantly what was going on inside the vehicle.

On the spur of the moment, a dull banging sound rang through the car. Y/N placed a hand on her head instinctively, feeling a quick, sharp pain.

By delivering a particularly rough thrust, Dean had caused her head to collide with the glass of the window.

“Oh, crap,” Dean exclaimed, pulling out of her, his eyes wide. He quickly collected Y/N in his arms and tucked her against him.

Lucky for him, her body was shaking with breathless laughter. She turned around to look up at Dean, soon dropping her head against this chest as another burst of giggles spilled from her mouth.

He couldn’t contain himself and started to chuckle along with her. Of course, he had to go and ruin his chance at blowing her mind. “You okay?”, he inquired, his upper body vibrating with laughter.

“I’m good,” she assured him, still cackling, meeting his eyes. “It sounded a lot worse than it felt.”

Their laughter slowly died down, the goofiness fading away. “I’m sorry.” Dean gently brushed some hair out of her face, his fingertips barely grazing her cheek.

Y/N shook her head, not wanting him to feel bad. Sex wasn’t always perfect, and that was fine. It couldn’t get better than Dean Winchester, anyways. “It’s fine, really. Come on.” She placed her palms on his bulky shoulders and made him sit in the backseat, his feet planted on the floor.

Effortlessly, Y/N swung her leg over Dean’s thighs and straddled his lap. As he ogled her body, he fell in love with every single part of her physique. He could definitely get used to that sight.

Y/N let her forehead touch his as she sank down on him. Dean gritted his teeth, focusing on her eyes. They were dark and filled with yearning, matching perfectly what he felt for her.

Placing her hands on the leather behind him, she started to move up and down.

Dean caught her lips with his, one hand holding the side of her neck while the other found her thigh.

He clawed at her thigh with his fingers, squeezing her flesh with desperation. His greedy touch made Y/N move her hips more forcefully. Before long, she was bouncing up and down on Dean.

He threw his head back against the leather seat, knowing that he was nearing his ecstatic end.

-

The Impala was silent, save for the low breathing that came from Dean and Y/N.

Y/N’s leg was hooked over his thighs, her head resting against his chest. As Dean ran his fingertips up and down her arm, she closed her eyes. A strong feeling of comfort and contentment overcame her, making her wish the night was never going to end. Dean’s heart was beating steadily, the low sound of it pulsating through her ear.

As soon as the sun would rise to introduce a new day, they were going to be hunters again. They were going to risk their lives to save strangers. Y/N wished she could just get out of that life and experience euphoria like this every day.

“You still awake?”, Dean mumbled, gently caressing her hair.

“Yeah.”

“We should try this in a bed one day.”

An automatic smile appeared on her lips, his words leaving her breathless with hope. After pecking the spot right over his heart, she nodded. “We should.”

“I promise I’m not gonna bang your head against the headboard.” He glanced down at her with an apologetic yet cheeky expression.

Strings of laughter soon echoed through the interior of the Impala, both their torsos jerking with amusement.

For now, all they had was the sweet memory they’d created of their first night together. Perhaps one day, they could have something more.

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[yoooespinosa]

hi! i don't know if you write for cedric diggory but i saw in your post that it could be any pair (and also because i love your writings!!). so if it's okay with you, can i please request cedric x ravenclaw!reader. where the reader feels insecure around ced because she's the new gf and is a bit jealous of cho (because they're both in ravenclaw), so ced comes and reassures her that she has nothing to worry about.

a/n: Thank you for your request! Definitely got off track lol.

Ordinary, that’s how you would describe yourself while looking in the mirror. No matter how many times you pinched your cheeks for a flush, pluck your eyebrows or even lather your face in expensive face masks, you couldn’t help but feel ordinary.

You see a dull girl looking back at your reflection, what could you possibly have to offer?

Bringing your face closer to the other you, you try and look. To look and see what he can possibly see.

No matter how hard you search, you find nothing. You sigh, a pout to your lips.

“What’s wrong?” A gentle voice interrupts your heavy observation. “You’ve been staring at yourself for close to an hour.”

You almost groan, you must look like a weirdo.

You turn to face the girl that was leaning against the door frame that leads into your shared bathroom.

She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful, her eyes, her hair, her cheekbones, the shape of her lips, even her voice was beautiful. Cho had to be perfect. It didn’t help that she had such a good heart.

She was so perfect, you wanted to strangle her. How could Cedric, your beautiful boyfriend, go after you when he had a girl like Cho before?

You couldn’t possibly comprehend it.

You open your mouth to answer her, but then cut yourself off. “Nothing important.”

You pass by her concerned gaze, heading to your bed, letting your insecurities run wild once your head hits the pillows.

If you had stayed any longer you might have asked something stupid like, “am i pretty?” and you didn’t need the possibility of your fears being confirmed.

Cedric and Cho had broken up a year ago. They both agreed they were better off as friends. A few months after their breakup, he took a liking to you. He did everything in his power to win your affections, it was easy to fall for him. Cho had been supportive of it too, even helping him woo you.

So you don’t know why you have these doubts, even when your months in with Cedric.

You’re not even sure when you started the comparison of yourself. Always questioning everything you did, ‘Did Cho do this?’ or ‘Did he prefer to do this with Cho, rather than you?’

You even started comparing yourself to all the other girls that still shamelessly flirted with Cedric. Knowing he was taken didn’t seem to stop them. It didn’t help that even they were beautiful. You were scared that maybe one day he’d see it too and leave you for them. Or realize he made a mistake with breaking things off with Cho.

You felt like a shadow compared to him, Cho and every other pretty girl that glanced his way. You felt as if you were watching him live his life, while you sat quietly, watching for a little tell sign of his doubts of you.

But he gave away nothing. He gave you everything though. He gave you his love and you wondered why that wasn’t enough to kill those running thoughts.

He looks at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. Yet, you still tear yourself apart every night. Thinking of solutions on how you can just be better. You pick yourself apart, until your numb.

You fell asleep with the echo of your unanswered why’s.

“Ready?” Cedric asks, taking a hold of your hand.

You hum in agreement, letting him pull you up.

You both just finished lunch and planned on heading to his dorm to hang out there. You hadn’t brought up any of the thoughts that were burning through your skull the other night and you didn’t plan to.

You focused on the path ahead, not noticing the stolen glances from the boy next to you.

Entering his dorm, you both take off your shoes and place them next to the door. You put your bag down and just take in the room. Trying to let the familiar space sooth your nerves.

“You’ve been feeling alright?” He asks, looking at you through his lashes.

“Fine.” Nodding your head, but you think the bags under your eyes speak a different truth.

“Cho’s been telling me that you’ve seemed off,” He paused, then adding “lately.”

You faintly wondered why he said it like that, but inwardly shaking it off as you processed his words.

“You and Cho talk about me?”

You wanted to ask that they talked in general, but you knew they did. You weren’t sure why the thought filled you with a sense of dread, why your chest compacted in with it.

That little voice in your head was making up all these sinful scenarios, flashing before your eyes that you almost felt like you were going to be sick.

“We’re friends,” He says gently, almost like he sees how fragile you are, how one wrong word could be the downfall. “she’s your friend also. And she’s just been a little concerned.”

You chewed on your lip, cutting up your gums, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret after. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

He sighs and stares at you for a second longer, it seemed like he was searching for something that you weren’t sure you wanted him to find, so you turn your eyes away.

You heard his footsteps walking to the other side of his bed, followed by the sound of his drawer opening.

“Here,” You looked up to find him holding a brown cable knit sweater, your favorite one he owned.

It brought a small smile to your face, making an ounce of relief flood his chest.

You mumbled your gratitude, then taking your leave to the restroom to change. A shadow fell over his eyebrows, you’d always just change in front of him.

He didn’t linger on the thought for too long once he heard the click of the door and your light footsteps.

You made your way to his bed, gently prying the sheets open and sinking into the warmth. You turned your back towards him, closing your eyes, and letting the sound of the changing of his clothes fill the air.

A dip to the side of you and arms enclosing in on you, dragging you into more warmth. Yet, the coldness in your chest stayed.

You clenched your eyes shut and prayed for sleep. This was your favorite part of day, these naps with Cedric, his dorm room empty and the chance to be alone without anyone in sight to compare yourself to.

But even with his arms around you and the smell of him surrounding the space you were in, didn’t stop the whispers of the troubled.

He must of felt how tense you were, different from the way you so easily melted into him.

“Y/n.” He whispers, you felt him shift behind you, his arms loosening.

You clenched your eyes tighter, trying to even out your breaths, but even you knew that it was not possible to fall asleep that fast.

“Y/n,” He hovers over you a little, looking at your face with an unimpressed expression. “i know you’re not sleeping.”

You unclench your eyes, steeling yourself, for the conversation you knew was bound to happen. Opening your eyes, you met his soft bright ones. His eyes, that spoke everything you wished you’d just believe.

“Yes?” You mumble softly, peeking at him through your lashes.

He stares at you a second longer, then kisses your cheek. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” You were never good at playing oblivious.

“About what’s going on in your head that’s making you look at me like that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Looking at you, like what?”

“Like i’m a stranger,” He mumbles sadly. “like i’m someone you should be wary of.”

Guilt washed over you, you didn’t know you were so translucent. You never wanted Cedric to be affected by the problems you were inflicting on yourself.

“That’s not true.” An obvious lie.

“It is.” He corrects you. “You can talk to me, you know that right? We’ll never fix anything, if you don’t talk to me.”

He was right, no matter how much you didn’t want to talk about this. You knew you needed to at some point. And it was looking as if that time was now.

“I just-“ You tried again. “Do you ever have, i don’t know, doubts?”

“Doubts?” You turn so your laying on your back now, him still half hovering over you. “About what?”

“Like,” A long sigh escapes past your lips, unwilling. “Do you ever regret getting with me?”

He gapes at you, almost looking offended of the question. “Why would you even ask that?” He sits up, causing you to follow.

“I don’t kn-“

“Do you think i regret it?” He rephrases, “Do i make it seem like regret it?”

Every scenario of him and you together flashes in blurs through your head and no he didn’t, the opposite actually. He looked at you as if you were the sun, as if you were brighter than the sun.

“No.” You mumble weakly, ashamed that even that revelation didn’t seem to dampen your insecurities.

“Then i’m confused on what brought this on.”

“Why are you with me, when you can be with someone as beautiful as Cho.” You meant for it to come out as a question, but it sounded like a statement.

Maybe you did mean to say it like that, it’s what you believed, the only thing you weren’t questioning the truth of.

You hear him get up and you feel as if your heart stopped beating. This is it, this was what you were preparing yourself for, you thought to yourself. Eyes already blurring.

Then a warm hand in yours, pulling you up. You stumble a little, but he steadies you, always keeping you grounded. Next thing you know he’s dragging you along to the bathroom. Confusion is clear on your face.

“What?” You mumble more to yourself.

He brings you in front of the mirror, the full body length one in the corner of the room. He stands behind you, towering over your smaller frame.

“Look at yourself.” He demands softly, when you don’t cast your eyes away from his.

You oblige, catching your own eyes. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What are you thinking about right now?” He asks, his hands ghosting over your waist.

“How could you possibly love me when i can’t even love myself?”

He looked pained by your words, that you could even have those thoughts.

“I’ll love you enough for the both of us.”

You give him a weak smile, “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Then i’ll help you love yourself.” He adds, desperately. “I’ll make you see what’s to love about you.”

He grips you harder, taking away the response you had.

“Look,” Because your eyes had ventured to his once again.

His thumbs brushed over your body, the side of your face, until they landed under your eyes. Covering the dark circles from view, he smoothed them out gently.

“Your eyes,” He began softly. “they have to be the most captivating eyes i’ve ever seen. They were the first thing i noticed about you, the first thing that pulled me in.”

His fingers brushed over your nose, curving in with it.

“This adorable nose,” He pinches it softly. “home to the freckles i could spend all my time counting.”

He brushed over your cheeks, leaving a pink blush. His fingers stopped at your lips.

“Have to be the most kissable lips out there.” He drags your bottom lip down with his thumb. “I could spend hours just kissing you, these lips.”

His knuckles brush over your neck.

“Where else am i supposed to leave my marks that show everyone your mine?”

He spends an hour at least, going through why he loved every feature about you. Talking about the way you bewitched him with your looks, with your heart.

“Can’t you see how you’re the cause of my euphoria?” His chin was resting on your shoulder, his eyes burning into yours, you never felt more loved than right now.

Those whispers dimmed in comparison to his loving words.

His hands were still roaming slowly over you, like he couldn’t get enough, you were sure he couldn’t get enough.

“What do you see?” He whispers, once your eyes take yourself in again.

“I see-“ You think for a second, really think. “I see potential.”

Potential to love yourself. Potential to accept the love he gave you. Potential to feel worthy to have him. Potential to see that he picked you.

And from then, every so often he would drag you to the mirror and do it again. Adding something new each time.

Until potential turned to beauty. Undeniable beauty. Until the whispers were nothing more than the self assured.

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[therewasatale]

Trust is a fragile thing (part2)

Part 1 

On Ao3. 

The door slammed behind Heisenberg. After a few steps, he heard you calling after him, and then that crying took hold of you. He shivered as his previously determined steps became unsteady. He punched the wall and walked forward again.

He couldn't go back. Not after what happened.

He stepped nervously into the elevator and walked up and down inside of it.

He felt sick. He was annoyed when he saw your messages, he was worried when you were late and he couldn't control his anger when he saw the bite on your neck. Then he snapped when you snapped. His face still ached where you slapped him.

Still, the sound of you crying, brought out the weakness in him.

He nervously drummed a couple of times on the handle of his hammer. It was like everything was as if everything turned into a nightmare.

Each time you left, jealousy seeped into his thoughts and chewed on his soul until you came back. Then these occasions began to become longer, and then more common over the months. He was unsure what he did wrong, why would you always visit them. Yes, he was an asshole, but you didn't seem to mind it before. You always had a clever response to his grumblings, and that somehow made Heisenberg feel a little more human. When he was everything but a human.

Then you left without a word. And he felt nervous. You just left. And his previously suppressed thoughts screamed even louder. What if you never come back? More importantly what if you don't even want to?

His heart broke, his thoughts flooded in, and they brought a lot of reasons why you wouldn’t want to come back to him. He was aggressive, dangerous, an asshole who swears a ton in every fucking sentence. He was rough and bitter, and full of hate against everyone and himself. He was a freak, a monster, who can only kill or make things worse. The parasite inside of him were strong and sometimes he felt as if it was waiting to take him over. On his worst day, if he closed his eyes, he could feel the throbbing Cadou inside him.

And yet, you stayed, and you smiled at him. You talked to him, listened to him. You too had your own personality quirks, but he liked it even when he knew he shouldn't have. You were smart and cocky, you cared, maybe a bit too much. Still, you showed it sometimes in small actions, like when you tried to drag him away while he was falling asleep in different places at the factory, still trying to work. You too could be bitter, but mostly because you wanted to help, and he wouldn't listen.

And he couldn't help himself, he started to care about you.

And then you showed up late, with that bite on your neck.

In his mind he already had the complete story, and what will happen. So he didn't listen. He had his own reasons, so he thought he didn't need yours. He felt like you were lying. And you became angry, for a good reason.

He raised his hand towards his face instinctively, he could barely feel where you slapped him now. Still, he could still see your eyes, full of anger, in front of him.

But now you will leave him, he told you to. Because he was a twat who couldn't listen when you talked to him and couldn't think when his emotions were a mess.

He just needed to ask. You've always told him everything. He just needed to open his big ass mouth and ask a fucking question.

But now it was too late.

He messed up this one for sure.

As his head started to clear, what happened in the barn weighed heavily on his heart.

He hurt you.

He buried his face into his hands. The hammer trembled began to shake behind him, starting to resonate faster and faster. Around him, the elevator screeched as it slowed down, then stopped between two levels. The metal cables strained as the gears in the motor wanted to do their job nevertheless, but there was nothing they could do against the invisible force.

He hurt you.

The screws holding the walls loosened, and then tore themselves out of their place.

He heard your crying, and he left you. He wanted to hurt you, when you hurt him.

The metal structure creaked cracked, twisted, and finally broke around him. The metal hammer slammed against the wall, and then again and again, the sound of each blow echoing throughout the factory.

His hand gripped his clothes on his chest. He hurt you. So why did he feel the pain?

The elevator fell to pieces around him, but every rivet and fragment remained in the air, held by an invisible force.

He hurt you.

With the exception of a small piece of floor, fragments of metal slammed into the walls with explosive force.

Heisenberg glanced down at the floorboard he was standing. The devastation managed to drag him away from his thoughts and he looked down to the empty, gaping elevator shaft. He twitched his finger, and his hammer flew back into his hand on command. He gripped the cold handle of the weapon. How ridiculous it seemed now that the thought of the wanting to go after you to bring you back home, all by himself.

"Great...good job, Karl." The under him started to descend with him.

He messed up a lot of crap in his life, but he always tried to make it right. He always wanted to find a solution. He stepped down to the fourth level, and after a few steps he could hear the piece of the elevator floorboard fell down. He paused for a moment, then headed towards your room.

He had to try. Maybe you won't forgive him, but at least you had listened to him. For real, this time.

 You buried your fingers into your hair and slowly began massaging your throbbing head. You didn’t know that the sudden rain, the crying, the fatigue, or the blood loss was the cause of this headache, but you knew full well that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while. The pain throbbed spread evenly to your body, still you felt like your head was going to explode. You would have given anything for the painkiller in the closet of your room. It was beyond the jammed door that you couldn't open, although you tried three times. And when you tried to force it open with an iron bar, you managed to scratch your palm. It didn't bleed but the red line running through your palm was painful.

Heisenberg probably already started to work again.

You tried not to pay attention to your tightening heart.

He always did that when he was upset and didn't want to think. Still, he never just left you, not like this.

You were angry and hurt before, now, you just felt numb and tired.

Maybe if you had gone after him, somehow. But you knew full well that this was the main entrance to the factory. There was a narrow vent behind the building, but you didn’t know the exact location of it. You weren’t sure you could fit in it either, and you didn’t want to contract pneumonia in addition to your bleeding wounds. Especially considering how much the storm was raging outside.

You could feel the raindrops slamming into the wall with a consistent rhythm.

Waiting is the only option left for you. At least until the storm is over. Then maybe you can get back to the village. If you manage to evade the lycans then you maybe have a chance to find an empty house. You could survive, but first you had to wait and have some rest. The latter, however, evaded you no matter how you tried.

You couldn't sleep. Your head was too full of memories of the day. When you closed your eyes, either Lady Dimitrescu or Heisenberg appeared in front of you. And no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t banish them from your thoughts.

You glanced down at your hand and, sighing softly, leaning your head against the wall. On the other side, raindrops were still drumming wildly, they will be falling for a long time.

You noticed that the door leading towards the factory tensed, then cracked loudly.

"What? Get the fuck out of my way!"

It burst in and hit the opposite wall generating a great cloud of dust.

"You...?" You turned your head on it and blinked wearily at Heisenberg.

He paused for a moment as he looked at you.

"Listen, I'll go, but I just can't right now. You gave me time, until morning, I know. I just couldn't go after you because the door got stuck." As he approached you, you instinctively backed off and put your back against the wall. "I won't be here by dawn, I promise. Just ...don't" you took a shaky breath. "Just don't do anything...please."

He knelt in front of you and took out a greenish bottle and a roll of clean gauze from his pocket.

"Let me see your wounds." His voice sounded so different that for a moment you didn't even believe it was he who was really talking. "(Y/N)."

You glanced at the glass, then at him. There was something in his gray eyes that you couldn’t read completely clearly

"Can I? I can treat myself, thank you."

The man's hand trembled as you watched the surrounding objects.

"Sure." He put the medicine, the gauze, and a knife very slowly between the two of you. "If you want to cut the gauze." Then he just waited.

You carefully reached out for the bottle, dabbed it first around your neck, and sighed pleasantly. The drug immediately began to cool and lightly numb the bite. When the painful mist began to clear from your head, you reached out for the knife and cut a piece of gauze.  You gently soaked it in the medicine and then placed it on your neck. After that came your calf, which you cleaned and bandaged, then all your other injuries. By the end, there was nothing left of the medicine, but at last you felt like you would be able to move. However, you didn’t dare look at Heisenberg yet, even though you felt his gaze on you all along. His tobacco scent slowly spread around you.

"Do you feel better?"

You nodded, putting the knife and the empty bottle between the two of you.

"Good, then come on." He rose. "Can you walk?"

"Yes, I think so." You pushed yourself to your feet, but the barn still tilted before your eyes. You tried to steady yourself against the wall, but you only reached the air. Before you fell, one hand pressed to your shoulder and one to your waist. Heisenberg held you easily.

"Slowly. That bloodsucking parasite didn't hold back, you have to replenish the lost blood."

You looked down at his hand, which he immediately pulled away and headed for the door.

"Come."

"But..."

"I said you can stay until morning, didn't I? You have to eat and sleep, otherwise you won't get anywhere."

He waited for you to walk to him and let you forward. You didn’t have to go far until you found yourself in front of the empty and badly damaged elevator shaft.

"What just…?" You gazed into the bottomless abyss. "What the-"

"It doesn't matter." He lied. "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you, but this way is the fastest."

"What?"

He swept you off your feet easily and raised you into his arm.

"What? Hey, no!"

"It's okay." He said firmly.

"No, it's fuckin' not!" You could feel your body dangling over nothingness, and then Heisenberg took a step. A sheet of metal immediately flew up under his feet and held you two in the air. You had to squeeze your eyes shut. "Fuck." You clung to the man's coat and hid your face in his shoulders. "Shit, don't you dare let me go."

"I'd never. I'm holding on you tight." He pulled you closer to him with his arms as the two of you descended deep into the factory

Around you, the clicks and thuds of the treadmills began to intensify. Huge machines turned on their endless tasks and filled the space with mechanical life. You finally arrived at home, and with that thought your body began to relax in his arms. You gently tilted your head over his shoulder and inhaled the bitter smell of tobacco. He may not have even noticed that his fingers were gently caressing your side.

"She wanted me to stay." You whispered.

Heisenberg's body tensed slightly as he hugged you close.

"I think she tried to seduce me. So, she would have an another maiden. Or another human they can eat. I don't even know, she just asked me to stay with them." You sighed deeply. "But I said no, so she bit me as a thank you for being a nice houseguest. Since I'm just a human, or just your servant."

"We are here." He stepped down to the level, but still didn’t let you down from his arms. Your door opened and closed on its own.

"I'm sorry..."

"What for?"

"For slapping you. And, I should have told you when I left." With a sigh, you rubbed your face. "You were just so involved in building those new chambers, that I didn't want to disturb you, and I can't help you with those things. You don't need me when you do that."

Heisenberg didn't answer, but you could feel him pulling you closer to him as he took you to the bed and gently put you down.

"You need to rest, it's better if you spend tomorrow in bed. Who knows how much she drank from you." His hand clenched into a fist. "I'll bring you food, drink a little while I'm away." He nodded his head towards at the full bottle resting on your bedside table.

He was about to walk out but reaching out you grabbed his coat.

"Would you stay a little longer?"

He didn't move, but he didn't pull away either.

"I just want us to talk, please."

"You need to sleep."

"I will, but I can't, not without talking about what happened. Please, I just want to know what I did to make you that angry. So, it would never happen again."

He glanced at you over his shoulder.

"It wasn't you." He looked straight into your eyes and then sighed and pulled a chair under him and sat down next to your bed. "That giant ass bitch, she just...I thought...she took you, like she wanted you to be her maiden or babysit her kids. I don't know, I don't care. I know this place is a shit, but what place isn't in this god forsaken village? Still, living in a castle could be nice, I guess, I mean for a human, like you. " He placed his elbows on his legs. "I thought you chose her…over this place."

"Hey, calm down a bit." You raised your hand. "Please, just, I know you're suck at that kind of stuff." You smiled a little as he snorted and rolled his eyes. "But I love being here and being able to help you out, any way I can."

Heisenberg looked at you, searched for the slightest sign of a lie, his eyes lingered on the faint scar on your face for a couple of seconds.

"And to be honest, sometimes it's good to vent my head and talk with the girls. But I wouldn't want to live there." You slowly pushed yourself up and took the bottle. "The girls are cute, but I know they're dangerous."

"You wouldn't believe it. God damn bugs could shred you into small pieces."

You nodded. Somehow, every sip of the water was enjoyable. A small droplet missed your lips and ran down on your neck. For once, it didn’t bother you either. You felt so much better just from drinking.

"Slowly, I'll bring you as much as you want."

You smiled gratefully at the man. "In fact, I feel a little bit better."

"Well, anyway, you better not go there for a while, and if you must, it's better if I stick with you."

"Yeah, they're nice, but I wouldn't stay for a night."

" I wouldn't let them hurt you." He scratched his graying hair.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand, hesitating for a moment. You waited for him to pull away or not, but when he didn’t move, you pulled his hand into your lap. "Next time, I'll let you know if they call, but I'd rather just be here for a while now."

Silence descended on the two of you again. Your room was filled with the smell of tobacco, mixed with machine oil.

Little by little, you began to feel better, the pain squeezing your chest eased.  Your neck stopped throbbing and the cut on your leg was nothing but a scar now. You enjoyed the settling silence between you, it was not uncomfortable or disturbing. You heard Heisenberg's slow deep breathing. When you glanced up at him, his gray eyes immediately caught your attention.

"I'm sorry." He said, gently.

You nodded slowly.

"I was an asshole."

Another nod.

"And almost messed up everything. And I...I hurt you."

And one more.

"I get it if you want to leave, to search for a new place." He looked down at himself. He fixed his gaze on a point between his shoes and concentrated on the words he wanted to say. He used every ounce of self-control trying to hold back the self-loathing and anger glowing in the depths of his soul. Smashing the elevator wasn’t nearly enough. "But I would never-" he paused, knowing full well that he was lying. He already hurt you. "I'm sorry. I understand if you can't forgive me. Believe me I won't either."

"Heisenberg."

He tried to swallow back his nervousness before looking at you.

"I...I don't hate you. I mean, yes, you scared the ever-living shit out of me, and yes you hurt me and yes, I would like to punch you in the face, but...I already did and it didn't help and I'm sorry for it. I too was an asshole." You sighed rubbing your eyes. "I love being here. I have nowhere to go outside of this place, and I want to believe that maybe...after this..." but your words let you down.

Is it really a good decision to stay here, or do you just want to be here because of his sudden kindness? How long will this last, and when will be the next time he imagines something? What if he gets angry one more time, or what if he will be even more angry?

"You're scared of me, aren't you?" His heart turned cold.

"A little." You touched the scar on your face with your fingers. "You can be scary."

"Yeah, I can." Said Heisenberg, his voice felt so empty.

"Would you...hurt me? I mean for real, not like..." you pointed at your feet and arms.

"Like some kid having a tantrum, unable to control his own power?"

Before he could continue, you reached out carefully and caressed his face. He turned his eyes toward you. You couldn’t let him just brush this off with a self-hatred filled joke. And Heisenberg saw this clearly in your eyes.

"No, I would never hurt you." His gray eyes gleamed sincerely, he snuggled his face more into your hand, his smoke-gray beard tickled your fingers here and there.

You took a deep breath and nodded. "I believe you. I'll stay for a while longer." You gently run your thumb under his eyes. "I want to learn to trust you again, and I want you to talk to me every time something worries you, so I could help, or at least listen."

"Sounds like a deal." He closed his eyes and just enjoyed your touch. He didn't even know when was the last time that he had let someone touch him or get so close to him. Your fingers drew tiny circles on his skin.

A blush down your face. He was really close. Before you could say anything, he placed a gentle kiss on your palm and sighed softly.

Your body moved on its own. Leaning closer you carefully kissed him. There was a moment of surprise from him, but when you were about to pull away, he leaned into the kiss. His lips tasted like tobacco; it was bitter but warm. He let out a satisfied sound as his finger caresses your hair.

Slowly almost every part of your body relaxed, only your heart pounded its excited rhythm. He pulled you closer and you had to grab the edge of your bed.

His face became redder with each second. His mind on the other hand was completely devoid of thought. He focused only on you, and the gentle feeling that rose in his chest. The scar on your face was small, but he could feel it.

"All right." Taking a deep breath, he kissed your forehead. "You need to sleep and heal."

"Yes, that would be good." You looked into his eyes for a few more moments, then gently squirmed under your blanket after kicking off your shoes, socks, and sweaters. "Well then, good night, Heisenberg." You began to slowly drift into sleep, still looking at him.

"Good night, (Y/N)."

The man waited quietly, watching every single small movement of yours. He listened your breathing slowing and relaxing into a calm pace. Sometimes you jerked gently in your dream, the wound on your neck was probably sensitive. Still, you seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep finally.

You were honest. You wanted to stay. Here. With him.

He rubbed his face into his palm. He really didn't deserve you ... or, more like you didn't deserve to get stuck here, with monsters like him or his siblings.

Reaching your hand, he caressed your fingers gently. He glanced at your face from time to time with worry, but you didn’t pull away, you were sleeping peacefully. He could still see your terrified eyes, the ones you had when you got scared of him for the first time.

He wanted to pull away, but your hand followed his and you sighed pleasantly.

He messed up once.

His fingers gently caressed yours, he could still feel your lips on his.

But he's not going to mess it up ever again.

#resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg imagine #lord heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagines #copper

[levis-petras]

Levi pining after Petra when they return from an expedition and she lands a solo kill 👀

AHhhh emily! 💖 gosh okay, here's my attempt!! I’m sorry for taking so long and hope that this is okay!! 👀 

Word count: 1066

Rating: T

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She has always existed in the peripheral of his vision.

Everywhere he turns, Petra Ral could always be found at his side. Be it fighting titans or in mission briefings, or even mealtimes at the mess hall, Levi has grown accustomed to seeing her wherever he goes. 

So when they’re out on a scouting mission beyond Wall Rose, in an abandoned town near the eastern edge of Wall Maria, and there’s a horde of titan swarming around them, Levi turns and—

His subordinate isn’t there.

He glances around his decimated surroundings of rundown houses and debris-filled streets, spotting Bozad felling a six-metre, and Schultz and Gin dealing with an Abnormal. But wherever he turns, Petra isn’t anywhere to be found.

Surely not, he thinks numbly, eyes rapidly scanning the dilapidated rooftops for any sign of ginger hair and sparks of amber.

His distraction nearly costs him.

In the back of his mind, that yellow streak of lightning that has always served him well flashes warningly. From the corner of his eyes, he spots a ten-metre titan lunging in his direction, its meaty hands are stretched out, grimy fingers poised to grab and tear and Levi weaves back, the cable wires of his ODM device pulling him away in time.

Where he once stood, the building is now a pile of rubble as the titan has swept its arm through the walls. Glowering, Levi ducks, his blades out as he dives in for the kill.

His gas cylinders hissing in the air, he spins as he carves through those fleshy limbs. It’s only when Levi has sliced through its nape and the titan is sprawled out on the ground on its belly that he stops and sneers at the steaming corpse.

However, what stops him is that small scrap of green fabric stuck between its yellow crooked teeth.

Everything comes to a stop. 

Blood roaring in his ears, Levi can only stare.

The implication of finding that piece of cloth in a titan’s mouth can only mean one thing.

Levi doesn’t think he can accept it.

At his sides, his grip on his blades tighten, and all Levi can feel are the edges of the grooves on the handles cutting into his palms. His hands are shaking, he realises belatedly. And the way his gut twists and churns with rage and despair is something he hasn’t felt in a long while. Not since Isabel and Farlan—

“Captain Levi, look out!”

Eyes widening, he snaps around to see Petra flying into view. Her hair is windswept and she’s covered in titan guts and dirt, her cloak is gone, but all he can see are those amber eyes of hers sparking with something wild and fearsome.

Unknownst to him, while he’s been wrapped up in his mind with the possibility that this subordinate of his could be dead, Levi has missed out on noticing an Abnormal creeping up towards him.

Its large eyes are bulging as it begins running, near-slavish in its delight at catching another prey.

He tenses, gearing himself to take off and strike—

But Petra beats him to it.

A battle cry leaves her lips as she pulls off a manoeuvre with her ODM device that allows her to execute a series of turns and side twists that results in her avoiding the Abnormal’s flailing limbs.

It is a move he has taught her months ago.

Levi can only watch as she soars through the air, weaving and ducking as she lands her hits with precision and well-timed swings. When he sees her almost take a fall, his jaw clenches. Narrowing his gaze, Levi is about to intervene when Petra rights herself and effectively slices through the Abnormal’s two front limbs with deadly accuracy.

Something like pride blooms in his chest.

There is determination on her petite features as she hooks the claw of a metal cable to the Abnormal’s neck. Skidding along the perimeter of the dusty road, he watches mutely as she yanks herself up before taking the necessary chunk out of the titan’s nape.

Without taking a breath, Petra lands in front of him. Her eyes are wide with concern. “Captain, are you alright?”

He can only blink.

“Captain Levi? Sir?” Petra’s voice is growing louder as she all but waves her hands frantically in his face.

The fact that his subordinate has taken on an Abnormal all by herself doesn’t escape him.

In that brief moment where Levi had thought she’d died, he knows with great certainty that he doesn’t want to experience that again. The words he wants to say, the roiling thoughts and emotions he wants to express—they all pile up in his throat like deadweight. 

Typical of him, he falls to his default setting of simmering irritation.

“Where the fuck were you, Ral?” Levi snaps, sheathing his blades. “You weren’t supposed to be running around on your own.”

Her shoulders slump. “Yes, sir. I know that I’m supposed to be flanking you, but I saw that Gunther needed help. So I went and—”

“Oi, shut it,” he interjects. 

Inwardly, Levi curses. 

It’s only now that he’s fully noticed the way she’s leaning more on one leg, and how her uniform is ripped in areas and that there’s blood on her person in patches. The last thing Petra needs is him chewing her out for saving him (even though Levi knows he’s more than capable of dealing with an Abnormal on his own).

Jaw shifting, Levi forces the tension in shoulders to be released as he regards her through half-lidded eyes. “Ral, you got a solo kill on an Abnormal,” he comments. “You, uh. Good work. You did well.”

Petra’s eyes light up and to Levi, it feels like the sun is shining brighter on him than it was before.

“Thank you, sir!” She thumps a curled fist on her chest in salute but almost stumbles on her feet from her injuries.

Grunting, Levi rolls his eyes. “Tch, brat. Lean on.”

Without waiting, he grabs Petra by the bicep and allows her to curl her arms around his torso. With the warm comforting weight of her resting on his side, Levi guides her back to the rest of the squad at the other end of the street.

“Thank you, Captain,” Petra murmurs, smiling up at him.

Within the battered confines of his ribs, whatever remains of his heart thunders heavily.

#rivetra #rivetra fic #levi x petra #my writing #asks #prompt me #here is my attempt!!! #but im sorry you got emotionally constipated levi :") #i cant seem to write him any other way especially in canon fics 😩

[strangerivy]

The First Night

Summary: Y/N sits on the roof reflecting on the events of the day working her way through her grief of loosing two people she thought of as family. Levi goes up to comfort her and bring her back from the darkness that threatened to consume her. Rating: 18+ Warnings: Death | Violent Depictions | Swearing | Grief | Loss  Word Count: 1.8k Author’s Note: This is so sad, I cried a little writing it. I promise my next story will be a bit happier 💜 

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Year 844 - Summer

It was a clear night sky, not a single cloud anywhere, but it shouldn’t be this beautiful out on a night like this. On a night where you cursed the world and wished you could turn the clock. It shouldn’t be this beautiful out when they aren’t here to see it. It should be storming out just like it did earlier, the sky should match how you felt. Anger, hurt, heartache and pain. So much pain and not just physically.

You looked up into the sky watching all the stars shine lighting up the world in a soft glow with the moon. It was beautiful, something not too long ago you only got to see through a hole in the ground. Now you would give anything to have that again if it meant you all would be together right now.

A sob racked through your chest as you looked to your left and right to see the spots that once held your two dear friends were now empty. Your bandaged and broken body protest with each movement but you couldn’t stop the tears of your grief. The medic protested to you getting out of the bed, but you ignored it spitting a string of curses and insults at them, not able to lay in that damn room for another minute, you needed air, somewhere to cry alone which is how you ended up here. You wiped the tears that had escaped with the back of your hand letting out a broken laugh, wincing from your wounds.

“Shit, I thought we were done with this,” You grumbled to yourself looking back up at the sky giving up on drying your tears and letting them fall freely now as your friend's voices from the previous night echoed throughout your mind.

You should be dead. There was no doubt in your mind that you also should have joined your two friends in death. If it wasn’t for Lev- you sighed heavily another sob ripping through your chest as you stopped that thought before it dragged you down further than you had already fallen. You folded, head in your hands as you cried to yourself, elbows propped on your thighs as your legs dangled off the edge.

The images of what happened played through your mind almost as if you were torturing yourself with it.

The day seemed to be going as planned until the rain that is. Where did this storm even come from? It was clear just a moment ago and now it was pouring down rain and the wind was blowing with a force and to make it even worse a fog has rolled in with it making it so you couldn’t even see five feet in front of you. You had lost part of your squad already from the poor visibility caused by the weather. Levi had pushed ahead to use the rain as cover to locate Erwin Smith in the center of the formation.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” You worried turning your horse to follow Furlan and Isabel.

“Of course he will!” Isabel responded brightly, always the ray of sunshine in any situation.

You, Isabel, and Furlan went back in the direction you thought you heard the sound grenade go off hoping it was your squad that had sounded it, the rain started to come down harder and you had to hold onto your hood to keep it from blowing off, your arm also helping keep the rain out of your face.

You heard the hooves of more horses and looked over to see two cloaks, Flagon looking behind at the three of you.

“You guys are okay,” Flagon seemed relieved at seeing the three of you, but he then looked confused noticing there was a missing member from our group.

“Where is Levi?” He questioned and you tensed a little but kept a blank face as you all kept moving forward.

“We got separated in the fog,” Furlan lied, Flagon seem to accept the answer though which is what mattered. You looked out ahead of you wiping your face of the rain and that’s when it happened. It was quick, you didn’t even see it coming. Your horse veered to the right almost knocking you off it from the sudden movement. You looked up your eyes widening with fear. An abnormal had your squadmate, Sairam, dangling in its mouth blood dripping out of its mouth. It didn’t stand upright like most titans using all four of its limbs allowing it to move faster than most titans as well. Flagon yelled for Sairam to hang on charging at the beast. It was quick to finish of Sairam before grabbing Flagon who yelled at you three to run.

You trembled with fear as you watched it clamp down on Flagon’s body cutting him in half with its teeth and empty stare in its eyes while it stared at the three of you chewing. You should move, you should run but the shock of the scene in front of you had you frozen.

Isabel was the first to move and then Furlan going after her. You quickly regained your composer joining them. You and Furlan trying to distract the beast as Isabel went for the kill. The titan was quick though snatching her quickly by her head, lowering her kicking body down before severing her head from her body you and Furlan watching helplessly tears streaming down both your faces when Isabel’s screams ceased.

Furlan in a blind rage went for a kill but the titan was too quick, you tried to save him, but it grabbed hold of your cables slamming you to the ground hearing something crack from the impact, you let out a strangled cough feeling pain shoot throughout your body at the movement. You heard something hit the ground next to you, you tremble afraid of what you would see but you still turned your head a scream leaving your lips when the top half of Furlan laid right beside you. You looked up at his face holding back sobs as Furlan’s face stared back at you with an empty gaze.

You rolled over flinching when that same pain shot through you again. You ignored it pushing yourself further, standing up gripping your blades. You stared at Titan with a dark glare, if you were going to die you were going to do it fighting. You gripped on to your blades tightly shooting your cables moving quickly, using more gas than you should be dragging your blades deep up its arm and it let out a howl of pain before moving to grab you, you were quick to dodge but this titan was also quick to snagging your foot before you could react to its movement again. Another crack had you let out a scream as your ankle throbbed in the titan's grip feeling like it was crushing it.

When you looked up at the face of the titan, tears streaming down your face, it almost looked as it had a sickening smirk on its face as if it were mocking you knowing that it had won. That it would have killed you all after eating you. With a final burst of energy, you swung your sword up slicing the knuckles of the hand that held you. It dropped you and you hit the ground once again with a loud smack another round of coughs racking through your body a trail of blood dripping out of the side of your mouth.

It was hard to breathe as you laid there, staring up at the dark clouds overhead, you wish you could see the sky one more time. You wished you could see snow in the winter and the flowers in the spring. You weren’t done yet but that wasn’t up to you now. The sky disappeared as the hand of the titan blocked your view. You let out a shaky breath the tears flowing freely as you braced for the end. You silently wished Levi goodbye, praying he wouldn’t beat himself up over this. You closed your eyes waiting for the grip of the titan an odd sense of peace washing over you, but the hand never came.

You opened your eyes to see a flash of green sliced through the Titan pulling its attention from you and towards its attacker. You let out a gasp spotting the raven-haired man. You watched as Levi screamed in agony after each twist and pull of his gear slicing the titan repeatedly until its body didn’t have a spot on it that didn’t have a deep slash. Another blow had its head flying clear off till he finished it off with the final blow to the nape its body finally slamming to the ground steam coming off its decomposing corpse.

Levi landed on his feet his ebony hair hanging in his face almost hiding the tears that fell from his cheeks.

“Levi…” You whispered wincing in pain as you pushed your way up to stand. Levi’s head snapped up his eyes wide as they landed on your broken body. His strides were quick as he made his way to you pulling you to him as you collapsed causing you to let out a small groan in pain. His body shaking with tears for your fallen friends.

“You’re alive,” He said almost like he was confirming it for himself. That at least one of you survived.

Your cries were too loud for you to hear the footsteps behind you, the man behind you with an unreadable face as he watched your broken form. He reached out gently touching your shoulder making you jump at the sudden contact. You flinched at the sudden movement gripping your chest where your broken ribs were. You looked over your shoulder to see Levi standing there with broken eyes as he watched you fall apart quietly. You sniffled wiping the tears once again you slowly turned grabbing a hold of the crutch next to you. Levi reached down helping you wobble your way to standing on your good foot getting the crutch ready for you to lean on.

You both stood there in silence staring at one another, he slowly raised his hand touching your cheek wiping a stray tear away. You let out a small sniffle as you felt your eyes begin to water once again. His hand slowly snaked to the back of your head weaving into your hair before pulling you into him as your sniffles turned to whimpers. You buried your face into his chest staining his white-uniformed shirt with your tears. He moved his other hand around your waist holding you even closer to him.

“I-I-I’m s-s-so-rry,” you cried into his chest your body trembling, you felt his hands grip you tighter “I- I should-I should have been able to stop it.” He grabbed ahold of your upper arms pushing you back enough to look at you. He was angry now.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Y/N” He gritted his teeth “You’re not going to blame yourself for this,” he pulled you close once again, you stood still your tears starting to slow down now as he held you rubbing soft circles into your back.

“I miss them,” you whispered after a few moments of silence, he let out a small sigh his breath tickling your neck.

“Me too,”

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fic #levi aot #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi attack on titan #furlan church #isabel magnolia

[vennilavee]

blood, bone, heart

Pairing: levi x reader (attack on titan)

Summary: you’re a former squad leader, now on levi’s special operations squad. this is the aftermath of your fallen teammates after encountering the Female Titan. 

Warnings: death, cursing

Word Count: 3182

A/N: listen i cant get levi out of my head ever since watching AoT. big shout out to @phen0l for inspiring this- honestly the line “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. But if you ever need to be weak, you can be weak in front of me.” inspired this entire story lmao

***

If you had been faster, maybe you could have saved them. Maybe you could have saved someone. If you had been able to rise above your own weak heart, maybe you could have saved them. Maybe their still fresh blood wouldn’t be carelessly splattered across the trees within Titan Forest. 

Your own blood begins to drip into your eyes from an open gash on your head. All of your movements feel incredibly slow in the air, the mocking hiss of the gas from your gear whistling into silence.

It’s just you, your dead teammates and the Female Titan in the middle of the forest. You can vaguely hear Eren screaming for you. Screaming for your dead teammates. Screaming for Levi. You hear yourself shouting at Eren to get out of here as you unsheath your blades with a sharp click. 

Her eyes are narrowed at you, as if daring you to come forward. You lunge forward, ignoring the black spots in your vision and wondering how this was the moment. How this was the moment that you were surely going to die.

What a way to die, though. Alongside your friends. Your team. Your family.

But Levi. Your Captain. Your Captain who has lost so much. Your Captain who just lost his team, his team that you could do nothing to save.

Rage washes over you, and you hear Eren screaming again. Except it feels much closer this time, the pain reverberating in your ears. Your ODM cables latch on to the shoulders of the Female Titan, your blades are swift, and you’re so close, you can nearly taste the shredding of her muscles-

And then you’re in the air again, an arm around your waist. You’re hurtling through the air, away from the Female Titan. Eren is still screaming- god, won’t that kid just shut up? 

Your arms are still outstretched towards the Female Titan and you look up, only to be met with Levi’s unreadable but piercing gaze. Something flickers across his face but it’s gone as soon as it comes.

You realize that it’s not Eren who’s been screaming this whole time. It’s you. Your throat is certainly bleeding by now, at the very least, it feels sore but it means nothing as you glance over Levi’s shoulder and see Petra’s body slumped against the tree. She’s facing the sky with empty eyes and it makes your blood go cold. Petra had always loved being outdoors- every time the two of you were outside, whether it was for training or finding wood, she told you to quit complaining about whatever chore it was, because at least you were able to be outside.

Her eyes had always been full of wonder and been brighter than the sky itself whenever she was in the presence of a bright, blue sky. You think she’s brighter than the sun itself.

And now her body is going cold, rotting at the floor of this forest of Hell.

You can’t see Oluo or Eld’s mangled bodies in the trees. You can’t see Gunther hanging from his broken cables. You only see the Female Titan, and you only see a distant, cold rage that buries itself deep in your throat. It rips through you with the force of a thousand blades and Levi tightens his hold when you start fighting against his grip with murder in your eyes.

Their bodies are fading away from your sight, meshing with the trees and shadows but you need to go back.

“I need to kill her,” You say hoarsely, the first sentence you’ve said since Levi found you.

“No,” Levi says easily, and you push against him again.

“I can do it. I need to do it!” You exclaim and wince when your side rubs against Levi’s cape.

“No. You’re out of gas, you’re bleeding from your head and you have a concussion. Our team is dead and I won’t-” Levi cuts himself off with a soft ‘tch’, “No. Be quiet. Listen.”

He says it so easily, as if his team being dead doesn’t shatter him. No matter how used to it he is, it always hurts like the first time. He doesn’t allow his mind to wander, ignoring past faces to focus on yours.

A bright flash of electricity, of green and yellow, and then a roar of pain that could only belong to a Titan. 

“Eren,” You whisper. Levi says nothing, only looking ahead through the trees. His slate grey eyes are as distant as ever and you take a page out of your Captain’s book and swallow the immense loss. You store the memories of Petra’s hauntingly empty eyes, of Oluo’s half broken face, of Eld’s mangled legs, of Gunther with a hole in his chest. You store them in a place that you’ll open later, when you have no other choice to.

For now, you hold onto Levi as he whisks you away to safety.

***

You’ve seen death. You’ve seen the death of comrades, of enemies, of teammates, of acquaintances over the years. Every time you think you can stomach it for the next time, it feels like the first time. This feels different, though. Maybe it’s because Levi squad has been one of the longest standing teams in the Survey Corps thus far. Maybe you had gotten comfortable, maybe cocky, maybe invincible with the Wings of Freedom on your back. 

You had been in the Survey Corps longer than any of them- you and Erwin had been in the same training group. You’re a veteran of the Corps by all means and had been a Squad Leader under Commander Shadis. But when Erwin had become Commander, he asked you to join the Special Operations Team, to be headed by Levi.

It made sense. Despite the years you’d put into the Survey Corps, you know Levi was meant to be Captain. Mike and Hange had teased you, telling you that it must have stung to know that a newcomer in comparison to you was promoted before you. And now you’d be his subordinate.

You had taken it in stride, telling them that Levi would have to earn your respect before you’d ever call him Captain. But in reality, he had your respect. All of it. You’ve seen him in action, you’ve seen him make difficult calls. You’ve seen him from the beginning, from when Erwin had brought him up from the Underground District. He’s always had your respect.

As a veteran, you should know better than to fight Levi on trying to go back for your team. You should know better than to recklessly face off with the Female Titan when you had no gas and were clearly injured.

But this time. This time, it was different. You’ve known helplessness, but this pales in comparison. 

Your breaths are steady against Levi’s neck, eyes focused behind him and around the periphery. The sun is heavy against your back as she breathes down your neck. You look up, eyes tearing from the intensity of it. The adrenaline begins to wear off, black dots coating your vision and Levi feels you slumping against him. He looks down at you, seeing your eyes starting to close.

He calls your name, shaking you awake, “Stay awake. That’s an order.”

You groan and rub the side of your face, “Yes, Captain.”

“We’re close,” Levi says, looking ahead and you nod as you try to fight off the urge to close your eyes.

***

Levi has never known you to be reckless. You’re many things- quick on your feet, intuitive and seasoned, but not reckless. So he doesn’t know what to think when he finds you flying towards the Female Titan with your blades in front of you. With blood dripping down your face and pain being ripped from your throat.

If he was listening from far away, he would almost think that your screams are the screams of a Titan.

He doesn’t know what to think of the bloodlust in your eyes and the already settling grief underneath. You’ve been around long enough to know how to grieve.

He supposes he doesn’t know what to think of you right now because he feels it, too. Tendrils of a familiar pain and anguish squeeze around his heart, curling into him in a way that shouldn’t feel as much like home as it does.

But Levi hates seeing it painted in the lines of your face. He has to get you out of there before you get yourself killed.

He could handle it if you did get yourself killed, he thinks grimly, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to carry your broken body back to the base. He doesn’t want to put you on the pyre, with your other fallen teammates. Levi has to see you blink at him in annoyance at least once more. Levi has to feel you playfully shove him during training at least once more. Levi has to see you rag on the younger recruits at least once more. Levi has to have another cup of tea with you once more.

Today is not the day that he’ll lose you. Maybe tomorrow, but not today.

Just as the Female Titan is about to squash you with her hand, you lower your blades and a flash of acceptance settles on your face. Just as you begin to accept that you’re not making it out of this alive, Levi swoops in and it takes a minute for it to register in your mind.

If this was any other time, you would make a joke. Maybe call him your mysterious hero and make eyes at him. Or you’d chew him out for thinking he had to save you so dramatically- this isn’t a fairy tale, Levi, you don’t need to be my prince.

But this isn’t any other time, is it? Levi catches a glimpse of Petra. Oruo. Gunther. Eld.

Levi has never known you to be reckless, but he mostly understands. This is your family. This is his family. 

But still, even as he holds you close to him, he can’t help but think. You should know better.

***

You can’t seem to face Levi in the coming days. What were you thinking that day? Did you have a death wish?

You can hear your Captain’s words ringing in your ears. The day the Survey Corps had returned to base, he had scolded you. You think it’s the most he’s ever said at one time-

“Do you have a death wish?” He asks you calmly, eyes striking and icy. You remember the first time these eyes had seen you. You felt exposed and vulnerable. It feels that way once more.

“Levi-” You protest but he cuts you off.

“Do you have a death wish?” Levi repeats, “You think I want to find my second in command with her blades down like that? What were you thinking?”

A pause. Levi thinks you might walk away from him but your eyes turn to steel.

“You should have left me there. I should have died with them,” You say evenly, eyes never leaving his, “I couldn’t save them. It’s only fair.”

“Fair?” Levi scoffs, “Don’t be so… naive. Nothing is fair about any of this, and you know it. You’re lucky I was there-”

“Lucky? You didn’t see them die, Levi. You didn’t hear Eren. You didn’t see Gunther strangled with his own cables. Eld and Uruo get their faces ripped off. Petra’s neck breaking.”

You swear his eyes soften for a moment.

“All I could do was watch,” You whisper, voice cracking, “All I did was watch. I don’t have a death wish, but fuck Levi. Being alive is hard right now. I can’t find a…”

I can’t find a reason. He can hear it in your voice.

“Get some sleep,” Levi says, not unkindly. You nod and salute your Captain, heading back to your room. 

You lay awake all night, Petra’s lifeless eyes haunting you.

You’re eating alone in the mess hall, acutely aware that the new recruits are whispering and looking in your direction. You don’t have the energy to tell them to fuck off, or bark at them and ask why they’re wasting time. You hear Eren telling them to shut up and you manage to look up and offer him a smile.

You push your food around on the plate disinterestedly. Why is that day haunting you like this? You’ve lost close teammates before. You’re grieved and moved on relatively quickly each time. Because that was what you were taught in the Survey Corps. To keep moving on. To not regret, because regret makes you question your decisions. It makes you weak.

But how can you not regret? How can you not regret when every time you blink, you see dead faces behind your eyelids?

Maybe it’s a lifetime of suppressing the death of everyone around you. Maybe it’s survivor’s guilt. Either way, you feel like you’re drowning and you can’t seem to find your way to the surface the way you’ve managed to before.

You were out of line with Levi. Telling him he wasn’t there to see his team die. That was a low blow, considering what he’s shared with you about his own past. You need to apologize to him. If anyone would understand, it’s Levi.

Your cold, harsh, unwelcoming Captain. Your Captain that you would die for, though you’re not sure what that means anymore.

***

Hange has already told Levi twice that you’re a shell of yourself. That over the days, you’ve become withdrawn in a way she’s never seen before. Dark circles under your dark eyes are pronounced, your eyes are red with fatigue, and you look like you’re about to fall over.

Despite the brown of your skin, you look ashen and frail. It’s a look Levi hasn’t seen on you and a look that he doesn’t want to get used to.

Levi tells her to go away and to stop worrying about his team. Hange rolls her eyes but lets him be. She focuses her efforts on finding you and keeping you company, rather than scolding Levi.

Levi thinks you’ll snap out of it soon enough. But he is acutely aware when you don’t snap out of it. You and Levi were somewhat close, he would like to think. On days when you knew he was going through a tough time reconciling the present with the past, you always picked up on it and were there with tea or something stronger. Depending on the day. You weren’t afraid to approach him and while being considered Humanity’s Greatest had intimidated you for a while, it didn’t stop you from poking fun at him or from being a friend.

You annoyed him at first, when he was forced to fight with you by Erwin. You were fast, smart in the air, and were good at reading situations on the fly. But you also smiled a lot, you fed into Hange’s insanity. You had that quiet type of caring, the type where you gave everyone’s plates an extra glance to make sure they were well fed.

It was annoying. Did everyone here need to be babied?

But then he came to realize- the small things were all there was left to cherish. The small things- like the laughter of the mess hall during dinner, the cleanliness of his office, the health of his fellow soldiers, and the fact that you make tea just how he likes it.

He wondered for a while how you knew what he liked. Then he realized that you’re more observant than he gave you credit for.

***

Rather than lay in bed and stare at the ceiling with only dead faces to keep you company, you decide to brew some tea. Two cups worth of tea to be exact.

You owe Levi an apology. Now, when you think of that day, you think of Levi’s timeliness. You think of his arms around you, holding you close. You think of him telling you to stay awake. You think of the sound of his cables piercing through the air, with the Titans as background noise. You think of how you were focused on him, and him only.

You think of how despite the layers of dirt, grime, and blood on him, he still somehow smelled so clean. And so him. You think Petra might laugh at you for your thoughts, and that makes you smile.

It’s the middle of the night, the moon hidden by the clouds but the stars illuminating the sky. Moonlight filters in through the window, leaving a silvery hue on your skin.

Two soft knocks at his bedroom door. You wonder if he knows it’s you. You can’t tell if he does when he opens the door, his face as impassive as ever. Levi is only in his white shirt and black pants, but you focus on him.

“What’s this?” He asks, lips pulled back into something resembling a smirk.

“An apology in the form of tea,” You murmur. He pulls the door open further, indicating that you can come in.

“Can’t sleep?” Levi prompts. 

You sit on his bed as if you’ve been there a hundred times before. 

“Know the feeling?” You snort, offering him his cup of tea. Levi sits next to you, and you ignore his leg brushing with yours. He waits for you to say something, but your eyes are cast into your cup of tea.

“I’m sorry,” You begin, “For saying what I said that day. It’s not fair to throw their deaths in your face like that.”

“You were angry. It has to go somewhere. I can take it, I’m your Captain. That’s my job.”

“Yes, but…” You pause, unsure of your words, “Who takes it for you?”

The question makes Levi pause and you wonder if you’ve crossed a line. He says nothing, but he doesn’t tell you to get out. So that’s a good sign. He just drinks his tea.

“You call me your second in command,” You whisper, reaching for him, “I can take it, too.”

Levi turns his head to face you, slate grey eyes seemingly blue in the moonlight. You’re stricken with the urge to push his hair back and you do. Or at least, you attempt to. He catches your wrist just as you’re about to touch him. He’s only a few breaths away- you can see the sharpness of his cheekbones and the reflection of the moonlight in his eyes. His grip is gentle, reminding you a little bit of that day when he had saved you from sure death.

“Don’t do that again,” Levi whispers, something soft cracking and swirling in his eyes, “I can’t find you like that again. I can’t-”

“I know,” You reply with a small smile, “I know. I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better. I’m glad you found me.”

“Look forward with me,” Levi murmurs, thumb rubbing your hand, “Look forward with me.”

His touch sends an unfamiliar electric calmness through you and you nod. Levi takes another sip of his tea, hand warm over yours as you both sit in silence. He won’t lose you today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #phen0l is a goddess

[where-dreamers-go]

“Dark Choices” Luke Skywalker x Reader

(A/N: So this was suppose to be an imagine and it quickly grew beyond my control. I was inspired to write a Dark Side!Luke Skywalker after reading an insert reader from the lovely @moonlit-imagines. This insert reader has morphed A LOT. That’s what happens when I just jump in to write without an outline. So instead of turning to the Dark Side, I wrote where Luke tapped into the Dark Side and explored his reactions and such. I love writing for Star Wars. How come I don’t do it more often?? Also platonic relationship with Luke! He’s a sweetie! Part of @girl-next-door-writes Bingo Challenge! Bingo Card: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Angst. Canon violence and language (their curse words). Death (the Empire isn’t getting away with anything today). I used meters for estimated distance. Injury/Wound mention, but not described. Word Count: 3,661 words)

The rendezvous point was well behind you and the departure time had long since passed. Your group’s part of the mission was complete and reported in. The other part of the mission, Commander Luke Skywalker’s, had yet to be determined.

Something’s wrong, you thought as you gained sight of the caves up ahead. Soles of your boots padding quietly atop of rocky ground.

The Imperials had been looking for something and destroying the environment in their path. Skywalker’s job was to figure out what the subject of their interest was.

Luke had not reported in nor had he made any sign of arriving to the rendezvous. Contact had not been reestablished since he had found the caves.

Where is he?

Signs of Luke’s whereabouts was laid around the area. At least two different classes of stormtroopers had been taken out either by their own blasterfire or a lightsaber. Burn marks littered the rock faces, cargo crates, and stormtrooper armor.

He must have cleared the area. You kept a hand on your blaster pistol just in case. Cautiously nearing the closest of the cave’s mouthes, you stayed low. You were not sure if there were any more scouts in the area. It was relatively quiet much to your suspicion.

It was not in Luke Skywalker’s character to not report in when scheduled. Being that he did not, you called in that you were going to look for him. You had not waited for approval.

Sure, he was a Jedi and all, but Luke tended to find himself in unusual predicaments.

A chill ran up your spine as you entered the cave. Imperial supplies were scattered along the walls. Most were opened.

Explosives. Typical. You thought. But what are they after?

Another chill ran through you and you forced yourself to pick up the pace. You were strangely thankful that the Imperials had lined the tunnel with artificial lighting. The air inside was cooler, but not enough to relieve you of your growing worry.

A generator must still be on somewhere. I hope he’s not in trouble. You followed the curves of the walls. I was able to extract datacards worth of information with little security in my way. Kriff. How many Imperials were at this site instead? Are they always after him?

Coming to multiple tunnel openings, you stopped.

I don’t think I have time for this.

“Luke?” Your voice reverberated against the rocks. “LUKE?”

Patiently, you waited for a response. The echos of your voice had faded.

This is what happens when he goes alone. You trudged to the right-most tunnel to start, however turned as something reflective caught your eye. White stormtrooper armor.

Quickly changing directions, you kept a hurried pace. Passing more fallen Imperials, there was little doubt of Skywalker’s whereabouts.

Faint electrical sounds reached your ears and you followed them down another path. Up ahead crackles and small bursts came from an open area beyond a tunnel. Pieces of armor and blasters greeted the soles of your boots before you walked in.

What…?

You had to step over a fallen stormtrooper that had a very prominent hole through their chest plate.

“Luke?” Your eyes scanned over the immediate area. Sparking consoles with slashes through them. Every stormtrooper and Imperial officer was either crumpled by an interior wall or had the mark of a lightsaber’s blade.

The room, whatever it was used for, was destroyed. Debris decorated the cave floor. Large rocks and metal alike. There was no way to know if there was used to be another exit.

You let out an uneasy breath and called out again. “Commander Skywalker?”

Checking each body, there was one with hair you recognized nearby. No Imperial symbol on his attire.

Rushing to a cargo crate, you fell into a crouch. “Luke?”

Knees pulled up to his head, Luke was huddled in on himself.

You gently placed a hand on one of his arms he had wrapped around his legs.

He jolted as if you had shocked him. Face still tucked in and hidden, his breath was uneven.

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyes not finding any visible wounds.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“It’s cold.” Luke murmured.

“What?”

“It’s so cold.”

Did something happen with the temperature in here? I don’t feel that chilly. Cave dampness.

“Why didn’t you show up? You missed the rendezvous.” You let your hand rest on his arm again. Luke was shaking. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

“I had to do it.”

You frowned.

“It was powerful.”

“An explosion?” You asked. “Luke, please look at me. What are—?”

Picking his head up, his eyes met yours.

Your words stilled.

Their usual brightness had dimmed, his blue eyes darkened in pain.

“They knew we’d come. They wanted us to take their files. The facility was set to explode.” Luke shuttered. “They were going to send in a whole squad of troopers.”

“But I made it out fine. Everyone else made it back.”

“I stopped them.” His voice cracked. “All of them.”

“Why didn’t you come back?”

Blue eyes looked behind you. He looked to the destruction, the taken lives, and rock walls. The room was full of wreckage and Imperial bodies.

What’s wrong? He’s been on missions before. Why’s this one got him so….unnerved?

You rubbed your thumb along the fabric of his sleeve. “You could have come back. You can come back now.”

“I made sure that they never ordered the troopers to attack. They couldn’t even send for help.”

You were hesitant before you asked, “What did you do?”

“I took down the ceiling.”

You followed Luke’s gaze. What you assumed to be another interior wall was actually a cave-in. Not just battle debris. There was no telling how large the room was before.

“There were so many of them. They didn’t even attack me first. I-I just….” Luke returned his eyes to you. “I couldn’t let you die.”

A lump formed in your throat and the corners of your eyes started to burn. Circling your arms around his shoulders, you hugged Luke. There were no second thoughts about it. His face pressed into your shoulder as his arms brought you closer.

“The call wasn’t going through to your comm.”

“It’s over, okay?” You said. “We can go back to the ship.”

What else could you say? You didn’t consider yourself incredibly close with Luke Skywalker, however being in the Rebellion meant you shared some missions together. His words seemed to prove you otherwise.

“I say this with all of the respect to you,” you said pulling out of the hug. “I think you need a break.”

The corner of Luke’s mouth tipped up.

“I think Leia would chew me out in a lecture if I leave you here any longer.” You added, trying to give him a motivational boost.

Wiping his face with his sleeves, Luke inhaled deeply before standing up with you.

As much as you knew Luke needed to sort through his feelings and what he had done, you both needed to physically get out of there. The Imperials could show up to investigate at any moment. Added that being in the same location that was causing him to be upset was not the best place for him to be.

“I’m sorry.” Luke said as he brushed dirt off of himself.

“Hey,” you caught his gaze. “Rule number one: survive.” You gave his arm a light squeeze. “Let’s go.”

After he gave a nod, you lead the way back into the tunnel system.

Remembering the way you came, but backwards was always either really easy, frustratingly hard, or filled with you double-checking. Walking beside Luke, you were double-checking each change in direction for boot sole marks and familiar details. Downed stormtroopers being a main detail that helped. Unfortunately for them.

“Ar—….fizz…lo…fizztt….roopers…out….rr….” An undistinguishable voice came from your commlink.

You looked from your commlink to Luke. The Rebel reached for his lightsaber and continued forward. A confident demeanor covering him like a fitted tunic. Any pain he had was hidden or extinguished. A Jedi walked beside you.

Imperial movement always at the wrong time. The reinforcements got here faster than I thought. So much for any heart to heart conversations.

The tunnel ahead was illuminated by the lighting setup along the walls. Crates were still in their same positions.

“We’re close to the exit now,” Luke said in a hushed tone.

You grabbed your blaster pistol from your hoister. The two of you turned and found yourselves amongst Imperial crates again. More of them. Up ahead was the mouth of the cave. Cluttered with crates and long cables, the way out was either going to be safe or loaded with trouble.

Stepping in front of you and causing you to halt in your tracks, Luke ignited his green lightsaber. Trouble. That was when you heard it. The clanking of armor, rushed stomps, and muffled orders. You raised your blaster pistol.

“I’ll shield you.” Luke took measured steps forward.

“Got it.”

In less than twenty seconds, the pair of you made your way through the tunnel to cover as much ground as possible. Getting out in one piece was a top priority. There was only about eight meters or so left until you were back under the open sky, but trouble had arrived.

“Rebels!”

A squad of stormtroopers jogged their way into position.

“REBEL SCUM!”

“Scum?” You called back.

“Blast them!”

The stormtroopers opened fire.

Before the first red laser had come within two paces of you, Luke was already tilting his lightsaber. Each fire was deflected.

Fanning out, the troopers had the environmental advantage, however they were not trained to go up against the likes of a Jedi.

Beams of red were ricocheted back as Luke blocked and you had started firing. The returned fire doubled with their own and took down stormtroopers one by one. Almost each Imperial shouted orders and aggravated commentary.

Not long now, you thought.

A confident-striding trooper with heavy armor appeared at the cave’s mouth and took a stance outside before their weapon started shooting out rapid blasts towards you both.

“That’s a problem.” Luke commented as his lightsaber deflected as much of the blasterfire as he could. A blur of green and a reverberating sound that made the hair on your neck stand on end.

“On it.” You ducked as a red beam passed your head. Time was temporary. Aiming higher, you fired multiple shots to your attacker. One of which took the trooper and their weapon down. You breathed out a quick sigh of relief.

It was short-lived.

From out of your line of sight, white armor of another group appeared and lined up behind the first squad. As a unit they marched into the cave.

Ah, kriff. Someone must have mentioned Jedi over the comms.

Words on the tip of your tongue, you abruptly dismissed them.

Black boots moved across the ground with barely a sound. No huffs of fatigue nor beads of sweat came from Skywalker. The air in front of him was illuminated by flashing red and green. Each attempt at firing at him was delivered right back. To the shoulder, his head, arm, chest; they failed. No matter where blasterfire was aimed on him it did not reach. A blur of green light was there to meet it.

There was a reason that lightsabers were referred to as weapons of a different age. An age where people had mystical powers and swords of light. Anyone trained to use one was someone who should not be ignored nor underestimated. A mastery and awareness in each swing.

You had seen firsthand what a direct blow sent to troopers did. As a rebel, you had been on your share of missions with Commander Skywalker, however this was the first time you had seen him go on full defensive mode. Defense and trickery were more his style. Yet what you were witnessing was him taking on almost all of the blasterfire. It was only the two of you against two squads.

Hearing a familiar vrrr, you had to take a quick step back as the green lightsaber came a little too close to you for comfort. A red laserbolt was deflected.

Woo, okay. Watch for that.

Returning fire, you weaved around Luke’s wide gestures to take aim at the stormtroopers.

Once one stormtrooper was down, another stepped around furthering their takeover in the cave.

You took a step to the right and were given a clearer shot of the approaching troopers. It was a step too far to the side.

“Ah!” A hit to your arm threw you back. Dropping behind the closest crate and taking cover, you immediately applied pressure to your upper arm with your free hand. The pain only then making itself really known.

Kriff! There’s one on the right somewhere, you thought as you looked to Luke.

The Jedi was not hiding, not ducking behind anything, nor dodging. He stood his ground. Green blade of his lightsaber twirled through the air and deflected each oncoming blast. Rapid blasterfire resounded throughout the tunnel and the shouting became louder.

For two seconds, you peeked around the crate before quickly taking cover again.

“Behind the crate!”

Darn it.

“I got him!”

“Take them out!”

“One behind the crate!”

If your heart was not hammering in your chest before, it was then.

How many of them are there?

Hearing a small whoosh through the air, you turned in time to witness a thermal detonator arch over your head and land about two meters away. The silver sphere rolled near a stack of crates. Crates full of explosives.

On your feet before you could speak, you were already running to Luke. He gestured with his hand and sent a group of stormtroopers either flying backwards or toppling over. Even as more stormtroopers were still standing and firing, both you and Luke sprinted to the opening of the cave.

Another gesture of his hand and Luke sent more Imperials back. Passing a line of them, your fear skyrocketed with knowing what was coming.

“Hurry!” Luke made sure to remain beside you.

As the soles of your boots reached the mouth of the cave, Luke turned —

KABOOM

The first explosion created a domino effect and set off more explosives within the tunnel. Heat waved out after the first sounds. The ground beneath your feet shook and you were sent flying forward. Soon, you had met the ground as you tumbled across and landed on your already hurting arm.

KABOOM

You covered your ears as you pushed yourself up on an elbow.

Black.

It took a second for you to recognize that Luke was knelt over you and facing the cave. Your chest tightened at the sight.

Various and many rocks that had splintered off in the explosions were levitating in the air above you. The explosions had stopped, but the debris was still on the move. Boulders rolled a distance away as the ground shook. The debris smaller in size with each second that passed.

How close of a call was it this time?

With extended arms, Luke set the rocks away from anyone. You, him, and the possibly still alive stormtroopers on the ground that were not there before.

Lowering your hands, your ears still buzzed from the detonations. There was no telling how sore you would be later from your tumble. But you would gladly take soreness over what the Imperials had.

Luke sat back on his heels and clipped his lightsaber to his belt. Sometime amongst the chaos he had deactivated it.

“Luke.”

The man looked to you with heavy concern in his eyes. His gloved hand gestured to your wounded arm.

“Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else?” His voice sounded muffled in your ears.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, sitting up.

  “I’m better.” Luke’s expression softened until he inclined his head to you. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah…well.” You gestured with your hand to the fallen Imperials. “I could be worse.”

He leaned away from you once you spoke.

“What?”

“I think we need to get your ears checked.”

“Sounds good.” You smiled despite yourself.

A black glove covered his mouth for a couple of moments before he looked over his shoulder then back to you. His expression less exuberant. “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have let that happen. This isn’t what I wanted.”

“Neither of us wanted this.”

His chest rose and fell as he sighed. Shoulders more relaxed than they were a minute ago.

“This was all a trap. The Empire was looking for metals long before they were storing weapons. They knew we would show up.”

Typical. Now that we have a real chance at winning this war, they’re being sneaky and a little risky.

The air around you smelled of smoke that nipped at your nostrils and dried out your throat. With your hearing not up to parr, the only sound aside from your breathing was any shifting rocks. Nothing moved. White armor could be seen amongst the large rocks that were almost everywhere you looked in the open area. Some blasters were still in gloved hands.

Both you and Luke peered around as you slowly stood up. Even outside you found yourselves surrounded by destruction and Imperials.

When will it end?

Rubbing at your ear with a knuckle, you rested your sights on the Jedi.

Luke reached out a hand to the rubble and in a matter of seconds, your blaster pistol was in his grasp.

“Here. You might need this.” He turned to you.

“Hopefully not,” you said as you nodded in thanks and holstered your blaster pistol.

Walking over and around rock, the pair of you distanced yourselves from the caves as well as the Imperial locations.

“We should get back as soon as we can.” Luke said.

“Our absence and delay has probably climbed up the rank of command.”

Luke nodded as you grabbed your commlink. Heading out of the area was possibly the easiest part of your day, you hoped. You opened your comm.

“This is Lieutenant (Y/L/N). Commander Skywalker and I are heading to the rendezvous point. Over.”

“We hear you Lieutenant. Good to hear you.” An answer came from another Rebel officer. “Come back safely. Ship is waiting. Over.”

“Roger that. Over.” You set your commlink back into your attire. “Almost afraid they would have left already.” Hands free, you applied pressure to your wound.

“We don’t leave anyone behind if given the chance. You should know that more than anyone.”

Your footing only hesitated briefly. Hardly noticeable.

“Thank you.”

Turning, you were met with sincere blue eyes. The weight of the sincerity could have collapsed your ribcage with how it reached your heart.

If we weren’t still in Imperial territory, I’d hug him right now. How can he be so sweet with so little words?

“And thank you,” you said. “For what you did back there. I’m not sure I thanked you.”

“You would had done the same for me.”

“I’m not a Jedi, Luke.”

“I know.” His bright smile making an appearance. “But I’m just saying that if you had the opportunity—.”

“And skill.”

“—that you would have helped me.”

“You were by yourself.”

“Yes, but if I was in your position, I would have told the others that I had a wound on my arm.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“…Oh yeah.”

“The sooner we reach the rendezvous point, the faster someone can look at your arm.”

“The faster we get to having a debriefing.” You added, your tone solemn.

No telling if there are more scout troopers either.

Were you really going to disclose every detail of your mission? Yes, however finding Luke was not a part of your assigned mission. That part was up to him to debrief. However personal and detailed he would speak was solely up to him. You would not speak with anyone, under any circumstances, what had happened with Commander Skywalker in the caves. The only portion you were willing to disclose was the part when you were leaving. That much needed to be reported.

What a day, you thought. At least Luke looks better. Brighter spirits. And…I’ll keep an eye on him, I guess. Make sure he’s okay.

“You’ll give your report first, right?” You looked over at Luke who already had his attention on you.

“Before you, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“I will.”

“I won’t say anything…about…you know.”

Luke stopped and you were quick to follow suit.

“I trust that you will give your report the way you always do. Honestly.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say I was going to lie. Just…not say any personal stuff. Only what I need to say.” You squeezed your arm. “I completed my part of the mission, I left the ship, I found you, Imperials found us, I got shot, we ran, explosions hurt my ears, and we made our way back.”

“I think Leia will want more details than that.” His lips curved into a smirk. “But I am grateful that you respect my privacy. In matters of the Force.”

Sighing you continued forward, “I wish I could get to a state of calm as fast you.”

“It takes practice.”

“You’re something else, Luke Skywalker. I hope you know that.”

A chuckle was the only response he gave.

. . .

The pair of you headed back to the awaiting group of rebels. Their worries were written across their faces. Of course, Luke immediately alerted them of your injuries. Soon after, the ship had rose above the canopy of foliage and traveled through space. It would be a matter of time before the Base was back into your sights.

  A small smile graced Luke’s lips as he sat beside you in the ship.

“What?” You asked quietly.

“You’re something else too.”

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An deiner Seite - Marco Bodt x Reader (Attack on Titan)

Author’s Note: Well! Welcome to my first piece of Attack on Titan writing!

Of course it’s Marco. Bertolt and Reiner are my favourites so of course it’s Marco who I get the idea to write for.

Maybe because my ideas for Bert and Reiner are so messy

I digress. Let’s retcon a certain something for my (and Jean’s) sunshine ☀️

I’m *this* close to the possibility of a series but we’ll see...

Disclaimer: AoT/SnK and all associated characters not mine / I’m certainly not that hot at writing action, but I gave it my best shot / tried to keep reader as gender neutral as possible

Premise: When you find Marco in the clutches of a Titan, you have but one thought. Not him, not today, not ever.

Words: 3270

Warnings: Potential spoilers for Marco’s death depending on how much of the show you have/n’t seen 

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Screaming filled the air of the quietened district of Trost once more. It was supposed to be over. Nearly over. Eren was certainly stealing all the attention in his Titan form, despite the presence of other Titans still in the area. Ignoring them to marvel at the new ‘Secret Weapon’ proved to be a fatal mistake.

Nearly fatal. The scream that pierced your ears made your blood run cold and you turned on a dime; this was not a time for thinking. It was a time for pure instinct. Of the 104th Cadets you weren’t anything other than good; good at everything but never really excelling in anything. You hadn’t made the top 10 cut, but that didn’t really matter to you. You weren’t aiming for the Military Police as so many of your friends were. But you were quick on your feet – which had been quite the saving grace in this battle already, and you were almost as much of a specialist with your ODM gear as Jean Kirstein. You didn’t need to check your canisters before launching yourself from the roof as you sprinted – you could make it, you had to make it. Even if you consumed all your gas in the process.

Your gear rocketed you through the air towards the Titan and you swallowed back your fear, your hatred – nearly emotionless as you arced yourself, running your blades parallel to make the cut. No time to think about the consequences of not getting there in time. The consequences of not cutting deep enough. You turned your body into your slice and let gravity do the rest of your work as you expended more gas to propel yourself – you didn’t even have time to go for the nape. Oh no, you’d have to slice through skin and muscle and bone; or else risk crushing him in the process of killing it. You would never forgive yourself for coming so close only to end up the cause of the very thing you were trying to prevent.

The Titan’s fingers seemed like the easiest option so that’s where you went, and with all your calculated factors your cuts were successful even if not entirely clean. You hardly cared about that – there was something else on your mind, dropping a blade from your hand in time to snatch the cadet from its clutches. Not today. Not him. If you had your way, not EVER. Your wires slacked as you overshot the building you’d grappled into and both you and Marco slammed hard into the roof tiles, skittering across them. Digging your heels in, you retracted your gear and discarding your now trashed blades, you clicked fresh ones into place. Even now, no time to think. Marco – still slightly dazed and definitely hurting – managed to lift his body up shakily on his arms from his sprawled position to at least see who his saviour was. You? He smiled despite it all; of course! “Stay here.” You growled, and Marco barely had time to get out a ‘huh!?’ as you pushed yourself into another sprint. Steam may have been rising from the Titan’s severed fingers, but it was still staring at you both – you channelled all your hate this time as you released your grapples into the building opposite. This time you didn’t have to be so calculated; this time it didn’t matter as long as you killed it. Marco was safe now. If you’d been even one second later… “NOT MY BOYFRIEND, YOU SON OF A BITCH-!” You hollered, hurling yourself at the Titan. Reckless maybe, but in your eyes necessary. You swung yourself out in the opposite direction to where your gear had set, narrowly missing what was left of the Titan’s hand as it lunged for you. And as your feet left the rooftop the iron cables wrapped themselves around the Titan’s neck, straining. You could feel the tiny smirk on your face as you reeled yourself in, blades once again in perfect positioning for your final strike. It was a shame you couldn’t make it suffer any more than this. But you could dwell on that later. Your cut was clean, perhaps even deeper than necessary, as you felt the snap of bone under your blades again. Neither were intact as you landed back on the tiles, a little harder than you would have liked, considering the way your body jarred for just a second. Grapples retracted, you once again relieved yourself of broken blades. But not before kissing one – hardly caring about the amount of Titan blood on them, or you, now becoming that same vapour. Thank you, for helping me save him… You brushed yourself down, and stored your equipment. You could already feel yourself shaking, adrenaline spent. Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to think for a moment how close to death he’d just been, how you’d just thrown yourself in harms way to save his life. You would do anything for Marco Bodt. That’s just how it was. Certainly wouldn’t have gained me any points with Shadis though… Pushing your feet on in urgency, you skidded across the tiles to your ‘damsel in distress’. By now Marco had managed to ease himself to standing, despite clutching his right arm – you guessed that meant he wasn’t hurt so bad, thank the Walls for that. His eyes were beholding you with a sense of wonder, but you could see the horror behind them – Marco knew what would have happened had you not swooped in. You supposed brushes with death would not be so easy to overcome. “Geez, Marco! Jean and I were so worried-!” Somehow these were the first words that made their way out of your mouth, maybe they were the only ones you could say safely right now. Well, actually, you didn’t know if Jean was worried. You didn’t even know if Jean had heard the same thing you had or even where he was - but you knew he’d be pissed once he found out. You stopped in front of him, scariness of the situation suddenly hitting you full force, you felt the lump in your throat before tears brimmed. Although they didn’t fall. You didn’t need to bother him with that right now – Marco needed you. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” You weren’t sure why your instant reaction was to be mad at him – but then you weren’t mad at him, you were mad at the circumstances. That a Titan had even gone for Marco - had been given the opportunity to do so. That he’d had to go through that. If you’d been with him in the first place… No use crying over not being put in squad 19 now.

Marco’s attempt to calm you was valiant, and the fearful look in his eyes almost dissipated as he smiled, despite it still being present in his voice. “I- I know… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to worry either of you…” How could you stay mad at that smile? Those pretty brown eyes? The constellation of freckles that painted his cheeks you just loved so damn much. You gave him a slight smile back, almost by way of apology for yelling… or acceptance of his own. Marco knew it was only because you were so alarmed, your emotions were allowed to get the better of you in situations like this. Your eyes left his to scan his body for any other signs of injury besides the arm; maybe he was trying to keep his weight to one side, maybe he was bleeding somewhere. You’d be forcing him to medical anyway, if Jean didn’t drag him there himself – but you wanted to figure out how urgent it should be… You paused, eyes flying wide in shock once more. “Where’s your ODM gear!?” You took a step back; how had you not noticed!? The pause of significance had you darting your gaze back to his face and for a few seconds Marco looked absent, a flicker as if he’d just seen a ghost. Before he swallowed hard, giving an embarrassed laugh and rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, I-! I lost it.” You reacted too quickly to what he had said to realise a decision had been made leading to that response; “LOST IT! Babe you almost got eaten!” You grabbed Marco’s hands in yours, squeezing them tight, half to make sure he was really still here, alive and breathing, and half to try to get him to realise the seriousness of the situation. “It wouldn’t have mattered! I was out of gas, I thought I could out run them!” “Over rooftops!? Marco, they’re 15 meters high-!” You didn’t really remember him being outstanding at parkour. Marco was quick, nearly as quick as you, but you would reckon anyone would have struggled with a strategy like that. Even Humanities Strongest… “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Marco found himself apologising once more as he laced your fingers together. His hands were so warm; you weren’t sure if that was just because you were hyperfocusing on his touch right now, or radiated heat from the death grip of a Titan. You could have lost this… Anywhere else in Trost, a little less skill… you could have lost this… Your boyfriend cleared his throat to perhaps offer better explanation. “But I thought the lack of gear would make me lighter, y’know?” His clarification made sense, but it was still suicide. Had he not thought about his best friend? Had he not thought about you? No, Marco would only have thought about you both – overconfident determination was not his thing. Did this make sense? Could it have made anything other than sense… people did crazy things in battle, in the heat of the moment even the coolest of heads could make rash decisions like that. Even Marco could – hadn’t you just done something comparably insane? Your face pulled back into a look of distress and you chewed your bottom lip for a second to stop yourself tearing up again. “You scared me!” You were glad that your tone wasn’t so much chiding, but that wasn’t about to stop Marco’s expression screwing up in concern. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” There he was apologising all over again, this time with a wince to accompany his nervous smile, hands detaching from yours to be held up defensively. You took this opportunity to really look at him and you gasped gently at the slight redness to his eyes, the tear stains running through the speckles of dust on his cheeks. You tried to ignore that in this light you could see where his crying had dampened his shirt too. You were forgetting which one of you had just been saved from hell. Marco didn’t deserve to be subject to your anger at the world, he needed the exact opposite. Your expression softened and you reached out, holding his face gently in your hands, you ran your thumbs through the subtle marks to rid Marco of them. You don’t need to cry now, I’m here… It’s going to be okay. At your movement Marco couldn’t help but give you his best lopsided smile; as good as he could when he was still shaken up. You giggled, “Aw! How could I not forgive such a cute face-?” Removing your hands from his cheeks you wound your arms around him and pulled your body into his, head against his chest. Marco’s whole body was just as warm; you wondered once more about the Titan’s hold on him – you knew they ran particularly high body temperatures. Closing your eyes for a second as you melted into his embrace, you focused on his heartbeat; Marco was calming now, but that was all the proof you needed that he was still here with you and breathing. You’d both lived to fight another day. But taking back Trost had only taught you how human you were; how easy you could be taken from each other. You enveloped him a little tighter at your own thought: No. You couldn’t allow yourself to believe it would be easy – you would fight to the death for him. And you knew how protective Marco could get.

You couldn’t help but beam, inhaling him – allowing yourself to be caught in his familiarity for just a moment. The Titans that needed taking down after Eren had sealed the breach could wait for just a second longer. And yet, with Marco in the state he was in without his gear, you got the feeling there was only one way you could go. “Guess I gotta haul you back home now, huh-!?” You reluctantly pulled away from his chest, looking back up into those beautiful eyes. Pink dusted his cheeks slightly, only making you smile wider. Marco’s blush coupled with his freckles was a different kind of adorable all together. His laugh was genuine, and you were glad he was happy. It didn’t seem to take much to get your Marco back. “Haha, guess you get to be my knight in shining armour huh? And I certainly don’t mind that!” He grinned and you smirked gently; “Or-- I can suit you up... and you can carry me home? We can swap gear over and you can sweep me off my feet, my handsome prince.” His blush was already deepening but Marco was a goner as soon as you added the wink.  And the cute collection of freckles really did stand out against the red; you couldn’t help but giggle in happiness. But Marco took a breath, and this time he grinned; besides it would take a little while to take the ODM gear from you and put it on him, and right now he’d rather be out of the reach of Titans, for obvious reasons. “No, no, people should get to know you saved my life-”

Marco suddenly stiffened as his gaze wandered to just over your shoulder, you watched his eyes grow wide and there was that flicker again. His grip on you tightened just a little, and your hand fell to your blades instinctively as you turned to see what has caused his mood change. A few roof tops away from the two of you, and on slightly higher ground, stood your group of friends; Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt. (Well, you kicked around with the guys a lot at least.) You tipped your head watching them, eyebrow quirked, half raising the hand that had shot to your blades in greeting. Their expressions were all unreadable, Reiner was the only one who attempted to return your salutation. “Where the heck were they!?” An aside said out loud. Not that you minded saving Marco all by yourself, but help would always have been appreciated. You turned away from them and back to your boyfriend, whose expression was now worn a little more neutral. His grip on you was not. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “It’s- it’s nothing...” Marco blinked hard and when his eyes returned to you, he immediately softened, with a smile, “Let’s get out of here.” “Okay, Sunshine. Your call!” You gave a nod, grinning, before stepping to his side, looping your arm around his waist as Marco secured his own around your shoulders. Leaning across, you brushed your lips to his cheek gently, thankful he was still with you. All these little things suddenly seemed so huge with renewed context… “You sure you’ll be okay?” “I’ll be fine, if there’s anyone that can get you out of here it’s me and Jean, right?” You teased, gently rapping the knuckles of your free hand against the gas cylinders. Despite knowing you’d used a lot to get to him, you knew you’d be fine taking Marco back too. You smiled; things were on your side today. You all needed to catch a break, and you supposed there was no better time than today. “Thank God I happen to be in with the two ODM specialists of the class!” “Speaking of, he’s probably wandering where the heck we are.” “…Better not leave him hanging.” Marco’s voice was at least amused, as you made sure everything was secure. You had to confirm you weren’t about to lose your own ODM gear trying to get him back to the safety of the wall. “Alright, let’s get you home and dry!” Marco gave a confident nod to match the smile on his face and gripped you a little tighter. You glanced back to the other roof top, but by now the other three had disappeared. You frowned, still a little puzzled by Marco’s reaction, but brushed it off to focus on the task ahead of you. Neither of you needed a count down and pushed off at the same time, running to the edge of the roof so your ODM gear needed to do the minimal amount of work, before you both jumped, laughing as you loosed your grapples into the nearest tall building surface. You had to admit to yourself, you loved how tight Marco was hanging onto you and couldn’t help but notice how his smile grew as you carried him towards the safety of the wall. You held him a little closer too. Today would hit you hard, maybe later, when you’d all calmed down and reality settled in the dead of night. You hoped it wouldn’t come to you in dreams… But you supposed you would find out. You glanced to the ground below, the structures around you, Marco was doing the same and you knew you were both looking for the same person; Jean. The first thing you would do was reunite, regroup and recount… and then would come the big decision. Where the three of you would go, having all just graduated. If decisions would change, now you’d been through hell and back. Marco took your hand, lacing your fingers as you landed back within Wall Rose and the military camp set up – all quiet here, not a Titan to be seen. You squeezed his hand hard in response as you both scanned the movements of people, trying not to get disheartened at how many weren’t there. You didn’t even allow the possibility that Jean was one of them to cross your mind. “GUYS---!” Both of you gasped, turning towards the voice, “GUYS! OH, THANK GOD---!!” Jean waved his arms through the air as he raced towards you both. “JEAN!” You yelled in unison, taking off towards your best friend and practically throwing yourselves at him. Jean Kirstein staggered and you all fell with a thump to the floor, laughing, “Okay, geez, I get it you missed me! I’d miss me too!” He cracked a smile, arms around you both. Marco and yourself shared a look, quietly agreeing that you’d tell Jean what happened later. Right now was a time to be relieved that your trio had made it out of Trost alive. Survived one more day. You both threw your arms back around him and hugged each other close. You closed your eyes tight, enjoying the sound of both of them laughing into the air. You were all still just kids; this was how it was meant to be, right? Having fun and messing around and not having to worry about friends you’d lost, or the monsters outside the walls… You smiled to yourself; maybe one day you’d get that all back.

I’m glad you’re safe… Oh boys, I’m so glad you’re safe… Thank God… that you’re alive… I don’t know how to thank anyone enough for this… I don’t know what I’d do… if you had gone…

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Thank you very much for reading! 😘❤

#Happy Birthday & Marco Retcon To Me! #Marco Bodt #attack on titan #SnK #Marco Bott #shingeki no kyojin #if you squint very hard there's possibly some JeanMarco / Poly relationship stuff in here. #I think it sets up for a very interesting series proposal and I got some ideas of how I'd do it... #Like the Scouting mission I know how that goes. #I guess I'm figuring this out right now. This is like the toe dip into providing content for this fandom so.... #Let me know how I'm doing! #Marco Bott x Reader #Marco Bodt x Reader

[sunnysidevans]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Summary: Ransom has time to reflect on his relationship with you and all the things he put you and your relationship through.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: fluff ngl, curse words, legal words, mostly fluff not gonna lie, mean mothers? , oh and of course angst

AuthorsNote: Hiii! I hope everyone enjoys this! i wasn’t planning to write a second part to this fic but this idea has sat in my brain for a bit not gonna lie, so I hope you enjoy! also disclaimer , I know nothing about law, I could have gotten all of this wrong and for that I”m sorry I did my best :)

PART ONE  

READERS POINT OF VIEW

ONE YEAR AGO

Fall was always a hard season to deal with, no matter what when september rolled around you always struggled with fall. Thinking about ransom was hard, you held him tightly in your heart as even the asshole he was you still held him close, he was the love of your life. You hated fall and the smell of pine, smelling a pine candle in the store made you tear up and leave the groceries in the aisle you were in. Fall was beautiful in Massachusetts, the color changing leaves along with the sweater wearing weather really did you in, really the only thing keeping you in Massachusetts anyways. You sat under the blanket in the living room holding a nice hot cup of coffee,watching the news, you couldn’t bear to watch much as they continued to throw ransom’s name and family through the dirt, were they perfect? Of course not. The alarm you set on your phone had pinged for you as it led you to sighing and getting out from your cozy sherpa blanket and to go up and start getting dressed, leaving the hot cup of coffee behind.

After getting dressed you managed to throw yourself together, popping in your contacts and putting on minimal makeup as you know you would be just crying it off anyways. As you dumped your coffee out in the sink you thought of the past with Ransom, he may not have been a perfect boyfriend but you certainly did not expect to be with him for almost two years. You managed to get yourself around, purse and coat before sighing heavily, grabbing your keys and leaving the front door. You hated that even after everything he did you were still haunted by the drysdale family. Pulling into the courthouse you managed to snag a semi decent parking space and making your way through the cameras and the family as they watched with dirty looks at the top of the stairs of the court house. Making your way in the courthouse you snuck between everyone to make it to the front of the courtroom, no one was there yet, the main someone being Ransom, you weren’t quite ready to face him. You walked through the gate and set your briefcase down along with the rest of your belongings, as you did so, the judge walked in and ransom in his orange jumpsuit followed suit. 

You tried to avoid eye contact as you unpacked all of your paperwork, you couldn’t even keep a straight face as you bit back the tears, this was not what you wanted. “Okay, shall we begin?” the judge asked,sitting down as the recorder stood “The start of the case of The state of Massachusetts versus Hugh Ransom Drysdale”.  You held your head high as the judge motioned for you to begin,you sighed nodding turning to the jury “this was no, innocent act ladies and gentleman” you began approaching the jury box “Hugh Drysdale had every intention of making sure this looked like an accident on a poor innocent nurse” you folded your hands together “Hugh knew his grandfather was cutting him from the Will, he knew that the whole inheritance was going to the one friend his grandfather had, his nurse.” you let out a sigh as you avoided all eye contact with ransom and his lawyers. “Hugh Drysdale planned on killing his grandfather, he didn’t plan the second murder to follow, the house keeper, who just was in the wrong place at the wrong time” you nodded out to the court. “Hugh wanted all of this to fall on the innocent nurse, all for one thing, family greed”. 

Court lasted hours, The trial had started sooner than it ended. The proceeding lasted for about two hours before a recess was called. You stood outside the courthouse holding a cup of cocoa between your hands “I hope you're proud of yourself” someone spit behind you as you turned there stood ransom’s mom, Linda. “Mrs.Drysdale..” you started as she cut you off “It’s Thrombey” she turned,crossing her arms over her chest watching you “oh- I’m very sorry to hear that” you looked at her nodding “and no i’m not proud of myself, I would much rather be on any other case but this is the one they gave me,I would much rather be at home than prosecuting my ex boyfriend” you spit watching her face closely “well” she rolled her eyes adjusting her coat “I don’t want my son to go to jail” she sighed “it’s disgusting in that place” she mumbled crossing her arms again “richard isn’t even coming because he thinks I’m crazy for helping him” she sighed shaking her head “my son going to jail is completely your fault” she seethed,turning and walking back into the court house. 

The judge called court again after about three hours, “Judge Marks Residing” the recorder stated as everyone stood, you stood adjusting your skirt watching as the judge came in and sat down. “This case is a strange one for my courtroom, and took a long time to decide this ruling” she nodded “can our head juror please stand” she motioned to the jury box as a gentleman stood holding a piece of paper. “Okay” she nodded again “and what is the ruling with the jury?” she asked as he spoke up “the vote was fifty fifty your honor, split down the middle undecided” he spoke holding the paper “but we had our tie breaker” he nodded quickly to her “okay and what is the jury’s ruling?” the judge asked sitting up “in the case of The state of Massachusetts versus Hugh Ransom Drysdale, we rule guilty”.

PRESENT DAY

Standing in the parking lot staring at the Massachusetts Correctional doors you thought about turning back, turning around and running out to your car, you couldn’t believe you had agreed to this. You walked inside with a heavy sigh and approached the check in desk, “can I help you?” the guard at the desk asked, “I’m here to see an intimate” you adjusted your coat “okay and what inmate are you here to see?” he asked typing things into the computer “oh uh, Hugh Drysdale”. You walked through the building to the visiting area to wait for ransom, the guard showed you to a seat as you sat down,crossing your legs over the other as you looked around the room, it was gray, and very bleak, holding no color in the gray walls. The doors beeped down the hall as you sat up and soon coming around the corner was none other than the love of your life, in the god forsaken orange jumpsuit.

Ransom sat down as you sat up to meet him,elbows resting on the table as you looked at one another he sighed “you actually came”. You nodded looking at your hands, picking at the hangnail starting to form around your thumbs, soon being covered with ransom’s hand, surprisingly just as soft and comforting as you remembered “I did” you whispered,looking up to meet his baby blues. “I’m really glad you came” he whispered,taking your hand into his fully,giving it a squeeze “why am I here ransom?” you asked looking at him,squeezing his hand back in comfort as he smiled “I.. haven't seen anyone in a while, my mom she stopped visiting after the first visit, I didn’t even think you’d read my letter let alone come see me” he whispered watching as you chewed on your lip,nodding. “I’m very sorry you haven’t had a visitor ransom” you whispered looking over his face smiling softly at him “no matter the crime you committed, that's not fair to you, I just was surprised to hear from you” you nodded as he chuckled “you are?” he asked you in a bit of shock, You nodded in response chuckling “ransom I’m kinda the reason you're in here, I did kinda represent the state in your case” you looking at him as he quickly shook his head “you wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t have too, I know that” he started biting his lip.

Talking to ransom took hours, you were surprised the guards had left you alone for so long but finally after two hours it all came to an ending. “Okay Drysdale, lets go” the guard sighed walking to the table, helping ransom up, “wait” ransom protested standing and walking over to you,kissing the top of your head with a whisper “Thank you for coming to visit me (Y/N), I can’t thank you enough for this” he whispered again turning for them to cuff him again. Watching the love of your life walk away was hard, before he got far you got up quickly walking to meet him “ransom!” you yelled, as he turned to face you “You can keep.. Writing to me if it helps” you smiled as he smiled back with a nod “that would be nice, and maybe you can keep coming to see me?” he asked hopeful “eh maybe” you grinned sending him a wink as he walked past the steel doors.

Walking out of Massachusetts Correctional you thought many things, how good Ransom looked after not seeing him for almost two years, along with the way his demeanor was so much different than the last time you saw him. You climbed in your car and drove down the road with the radio playing softly, you couldn’t help but feel horrible for the things Ransom was experiencing, the loneliness he felt that his mother wasn’t coming to visit. You hummed along with the radio as you drove, and as you drove you realized, yeah you did deserve better than that cable knit wearing asshole but maybe, just maybe you saw a change, you felt the change, and yeah you did deserve better but maybe that better was just, a better him.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans x you #chris evans angst #ransom thrombrey #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey imagine #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale angst #knives out #hugh ransom

[marshmallow-phd]

Catching Rain

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your life. You attended a nice college, had nice friends, a nice boyfriend. That’s what your life was: nice. You weren’t looking for anything more, so what were you to do when this seemingly harmless boy walked into your life and turned your nice little world into one much more dangerous?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Epilogue

**

Popcorn ceilings were simultaneously the worst and the best. The crumbs and clusters that fell from above when the upstairs neighbors stomped around or dropped a heavy textbook, shaking the room, were annoying to constantly pick up, especially when they covered the bed. But on mornings like this when you were wide awake at an unfathomable hour, you could stare at the patterns hidden in the ceiling to occupy your mind. You found faces and animals and even the occasional word among the speckles. The game did wonders to occupy your thoughts, letting the time tick by without you constantly checking the hour. However, the nervous churn of your stomach never fully disappeared.

Saturdays were supposed to be fun. A day of relaxation. Even if you were finishing up a project or homework, there was no rush to it. Each step could be taken at a pace that kept you calm and under control. Afterwards, you were free to do whatever your heart felt drawn towards. You could see a movie, take a walk in the park, or even stay cooped up in your dorm to binge the latest TV show. But today would not be one of recreation free from stress. Today, you were meeting up with Minseok. And there was an excitement to that, an anticipation, like you were standing in line to go backstage to meet your favorite band. But there was also a less joyful feeling underneath. Though surely your stomach was empty by now, the nauseated roared on, threatening to overspill. 

“(y/n)?”

Flipping over to your side, you looked over at the other bed in the room. Willa had awoken and sat up, her hair sticking up in all directions like a cartoon. One hand rubbed the sleepiness out of a still closed eye while the other stretched out into the air as far as it would go. A long yawn stopped any other words from escaping so you waited it out. “How long have you been awake?”

You shrugged with your one exposed shoulder. “I don’t know. A while.”

“Yeesh. It’s Saturday. It’s like the holy day of sleeping in.”

You smiled at her exaggeration. “My brain just decided it was done resting.”

“Plans you’re looking forward to, perhaps?”

The question was innocent enough, if a little cheeky. It was Saturday, after all, and you did have the tendency to get so worked up over things that you couldn’t sleep, like a child on Christmas Eve unable to dream in anticipation of the next morning’s surprise. But that didn’t stop the swift panic that made your heart jump. 

“Just a project I really need to get started on,” you lied smoothly as you sat up, turning so your legs now dangled off the edge of the bed. Well, it wasn’t really that much of a lie. But wasn’t it a lie when you omitted part of the truth on purpose? Fingernails digging into the cotton sheets that covered the standard dorm mattress that made your back ache, you contemplated spilling the beans ricocheting in your stomach. You were spared making a decision. 

“Speaking of projects,” Willa yawned. “I’m stuck in another group where I’m sure I’ll be doing most of the work.”

You raised an eyebrow, knowing your friend’s history all too well. “And why do you think you’ll be doing all the work?”

“Because no one seemed interested in what I had to say and trying to get a time to get together was nearly impossible.”

Definite warning signs, but not unusual in a college environment. “Okay. So, make sure you get your work done. Anyone who doesn’t get their part done, take they’re name off of it. No one learns if things come easy and are done for them.”

Willa frowned. “So, you’re saying worry only about myself?”

“Sort of.” You sighed. This was your big issue with group projects. Yes, they were supposed to teach you to work with others (because there wasn’t enough of that in secondary school, apparently) but some professors didn’t care if you tried to get the others to work when they didn’t want or care to and the group suffered for it grade-wise. College in the classroom wasn’t supposed to be about life lessons – it was supposed to be about the material. “Continue to try to get them to cooperate, but if you see after a few times that it’s pointless, drop it. I’m sure someone else in your group will help out, too.”

The pout on Willa’s lips told you that she wasn’t completely on board with your suggestion. “Yeah, okay. I guess I’ll wait it out.”

“Good. In the end, it’s up to you, though.” Jumping out of bed, you headed over to the bathroom you shared with the room next door. After conducting your morning business, you went to the tiny closet and got dressed. “Want to get breakfast?”

“I can’t,” Willa said regretfully. “I’ve got other plans.”

“Okay,” you said, not the least bit hurt. You had offered out of simple politeness. The more time you spent in your friend’s presence, the more tempted you would be to let out the incoherent thoughts that refused to organize themselves in your head. Yanking on a sneaker, you grabbed your keys and bag, waving to Willa as you hurried out the door. 

The student union was nearly deserted. Most who lived on campus were spending this weekend morning logically, which meant the corporate food choices were closed. Thankfully, the university-sponsored coffee shop was open. Already you were being hit with the smells of fresh pastries and dripping espresso. The cashier greeted you with a sleepy smile and waited patiently for you to make a decision. Once that was settled and you’d paid the tab, you walked over to an empty two-person table and sat down. It was only a minute or so later that the barista brought out your coffee and a warm scone. The berries baked within the dough were soft and juicy, leaking onto the surrounding pastry, which in turn soaked up the flavor in an addicting manner. You smiled to yourself with each bite. 

Pulling you out of the bliss, however, was your phone screen lighting up from your peripheral. With a squint, you picked it up and read the message as you chewed. It was from Minseok, once again confirming your ten o’clock meet up time in the library. According to the digital clock located at the top of your screen, you still had about thirty minutes before you needed to head over to the library. You set the phone face down on the table without replying. The thought of seeing him again in a mere few minutes was surging you more awake then the caffeine ever could. But you knew you shouldn’t be feeling this way.

The thing was, nothing was wrong with your relationship with Erik. He was sweet, supportive, caring. He listened and paid attention to you. He was a relationship dream. But it suddenly didn’t feel like enough anymore. Were you simply getting bored? Had you peeked over the fence and seen a greener field? It felt more complicated than that, but you couldn’t put your finger on the cause. Shaking your head, you sat back in the chair and sipped on the cooled off coffee. Maybe you should cancel, make up some excuse that you were sick or that something else had come up. Or maybe you should just tell him the truth that it was a bad idea to spend time with him and his child-like laugh. 

You were absolutely and utterly weak. In a flash, you were picking up your phone and sending a text that you would see him there. You lasted about five more minutes sitting in that shop before you were guzzling down the rest of your breakfast and heading out of the union to the other side of the courtyard where the library sat. It was still early, but it didn’t feel like a bad idea to go ahead and get started – or, at least, look like you’d gotten started. However, you were beaten to the punch. 

Sitting in one of the old donated chairs by the front windows of the library, Minseok flipped slowly through a book, engrossed in its pages. You couldn’t read the title to know what it was about, but the athlete on the front gave you a clue that it might be about soccer. He saw you the second you stepped inside, closing the book and tossing it in his bag. “Hey, you’re early!” The smile spread quickly across his face, letting you know that your arrival well before the allotted time was not discouraged in the slightest. 

A strange, gripping warmth shrouded over you. Like a hug in the middle of a harsh winter, you melted, feeling safe and comforted. An invisible rope made of steel cable was reeling you in closer to Minseok. No saw or knife in the world could sever it, you were sure. Coming here to the library felt like a final choice. Turning back would no longer be an option to you. A dark sea lied before you, but on the horizon, a possible promise of Treasure Island.

“Are you ready?” 

You blinked, having gotten lost in your own metaphor. “Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Ready to learn about math. Yay.” There was absolutely no enthusiasm in your sarcastic cheer, but it made Minseok laugh. The two of you found a round table near the back of the second floor where the reference books were housed. 

“So,” he beamed at you as soon as you were all unpacked, “to finish my thought from last time….”

“Yes! You had an idea!”

“Unless you were able to come up with something you wanted to do?” he offered. You snorted as your reply. He laughed. “I had a feeling.”

“So, then what’s your idea?” you challenged. 

“Marketing.”

You frowned, confused. “Marketing?” You didn’t see the connection. 

“Yeah.” Looking around, Minseok motioned with his head. “Come on.” You followed him away from the table, through several aisles of books until you came to a small corner where worn and peeling covers gave clues to the context between the pages. The titles you could read talked about marketing statistics and “eye-catching strategies”. Pulling a book off the shelf, he held it out for you to see. 

In the Masses Eye.

“What’s this?”

“It’s called old fashioned research.”

You rolled your eyes. “I understand that part. I meant marketing... and this book in particular.”

“I think marketing might be your best angle to go with on this project,” he explained. “There’s a correlation between what people see and what makes them buy a product. A bad picture that isn’t well thought out can deter sales. According to statistics, at least.”

The hinges in your jaw came loose, leaving the bottom half of your mouth hanging open. “How did you come up with that?”

A pink hue flushed on his cheeks. He even seemed to shrink in on himself as his shoulders rose and he leaned up against the shelf. “I like things like this.”

You erupted in giggles, covering your mouth and hiding your face with the book. What was he doing to you? Collecting yourself and searching for a distraction, you pulled a few more books out of their spots and flipped through them without purpose. But soon your eyes caught on to what Minseok was originally saying. Certain pictures stuck out to you, making you stop and take a second look. It was exactly the effect you tried to achieve with your own shots. You smiled, delighted. 

“See what I’m talking about?” Minseok said quietly. He didn’t say it with a cocky tone or snark, just simply inquiring. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah, I do. In fact-” A blaring song rang out from your pocket. “Shoot!” You struggled to pull your phone out, having forgotten to put the ringer on silent. It was Erik calling you. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe!” Erik greeted cheerfully. “I know I said I was going to be busy all day, but we’re taking a break so I thought you might want to grab an early lunch.”

“Oh, um.” You looked up at Minseok. He waited patiently during your conversation, lips sucked in and his gaze set on you. But there was also a tension in his stance that you couldn’t understand. It was only now hitting you that you never had that conversation with Erik. You never told him that you were even doing this extra credit, never mind who was helping you. Right now did not seem like a good time to go into those details. “I… can’t. I’m kind of already knee-deep in this project and if I stop now then I’ll lose traction. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I understand. Maybe we can grab something tomorrow?”

“Um, sure. I’ll let you know.” You hung up without saying goodbye, needing desperately to end the awkward exchange. Quickly turning the ringer to silent, you clumsily shoved the device back in your pocket. An odd tension hung in the air between you and Minseok, neither sure of how to continue the earlier conversation. 

“So, was that your boyfriend?” Minseok finally asked in a quiet tone. He made “boyfriend” sound like a curse word. 

“Erik,” you confirmed with a nod. “He’s an artist. Right now he’s working on the sets for the theatre department.” You weren’t sure why that information needed to be shared, but it was out before you could think. 

Minseok bobbed his head, but you had a feeling he was only half-listening. “You guys been together long?”

“A few years.”

“Ah.”

Something along the lines of defeat seemed to glaze over his eyes as they shifted to the floor. You didn’t like seeing him in this state. A pain manifested itself in your chest. You certainly preferred the happier, more enthusiastic Minseok who bounced on his feet in constant excitement and tilted his head to amplify his attention. That constant feeling of guilt had done a one-eighty on you. Now instead of feeling it towards Erik, you felt it for the person in front of you. On their own, your fingers reached out. They hovered in the empty space, unsure of the right move. You longed to caress his face in comfort. But that would be inappropriate; crossing a line that should have been a mile wide. Yet stepping over it seemed as easy as stepping over a shallow creek.

You willed the power to pull back and let your hand drop to your side. Minseok, however, still managed to take some contact, brushing his fingers against the back of your hand as he took the books from you. An electric shiver ran up your spine. When his skin was gone, you almost whimpered. You questioned how well your fingers would fit in the spaces between his own. And if that electricity would go on forever at the prolonged contact. 

“We should get back to the project.”

“Right.” You cleared your throat. Hiding in this back corner was giving your brain ideas and following down paths that were clearly unmarked, dangerous even. 

Back at the table, the two of you worked on the project, bouncing around ideas of how to use the statistics of marketing that the resources gave and applying it to your own photography. A few hours later, you had the full back bone of your project completed. All you needed was to break down the expressions and equations that would back your claims. But your brain was done for the day. However, that didn��t mean you were done with Minseok. 

“You know, I just realized I don’t know much about you,” you said as you packed away your things. 

Minseok shrugged as he gathered up the books to put back in their homes. “I’m not sure if there’s much to know.”

“Everyone has something worth knowing.”

“Touche.” The smile was coming back. Good. Perhaps it was selfish, but you were feeling lighter due to his own lifting mood. “But I don’t know where to start. I mean… I’m a math major-”

“That I already knew,” you laughed.

“Right. Um….”

“Do you live on campus?” you offered as a starting point. 

He shook his head. “No. I live out of town, a ways out. My friends and I live in a farmhouse in the woods.”

“A farmhouse in the woods!” you exclaimed. That sounded like a dream. Or the setting of a YA novel. “How many of you live there?”

“Including me? Twe- Nine.”

You were confused as to why he suddenly changed numbers, but the sad look that was here and gone in his eyes made you think it was best not to ask. “Nine? Wow. Isn’t that crowded?”

“Sometimes. But really, it's more comforting than anything. We’re like brothers so it doesn’t feel as overwhelming as it sounds. Although, sometimes I do really need the quiet.” The Minseok from before the phone call was nearly completely back. The weight was dropping from your shoulders as you saw the tension leave his. 

“Where do you go then? When you need quiet?”

He smirked. “I go for a run. In the woods.”

The wolf from the clearing flashed in your mind, as well as the campers who were attacked. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Minseok shook his head. “Not for me. I know those trees pretty well.”

You scoffed. Boys and their confidence. 

Standing up and throwing your bag over your shoulder, Minseok walked you out of the library, telling you more about his roommates, mostly about Jongdae, his hot headed best friend. In turn, you told funny stories about you and the shenanigans Willa dragged you into. So lost in the conversation, you stayed standing in the middle of the courtyard. You should have said goodbye, but you kept putting it off, bringing up new subjects to keep talking.

“Minseok!”

The two of you turned to see a small group of students coming your way, one waving their arm in the air with extreme enthusiasm. Minseok cringed as they came up, scratching the space behind his ear. He gave off the air that being caught like this was the last thing he wanted, even if the scene was innocent enough. 

“You didn’t tell us that you were going to be here today,” the tallest boy said. He had a jolly, lopsided smile and ears that stuck out. 

Minseok shrugged. “I forgot.” His eyes flickered over to you. “Oh, um, guys, this is... (y/n). (y/n), this Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun, and Jongin. They’re some of the friends I live with.”

“Oh!” You lit up at being able to meet a few of the roommates. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you!”

“You, too!” the one who Minseok pointed out as Baekhyun said. He eyed Minseok suspiciously, a sly grin on his face. “We were going to get some lunch. Do you guys want to join us?”

You opened your mouth to accept the invitation, but Minseok beat you. 

“Actually, we were just saying bye.”

You looked at him, confused. Sure, technically you were done working on the project, but you were enjoying this down time after the fact. He hadn’t seem like he wanted to part either. At least, before his friends showed up. 

Jongin seemed to catch on to the contorted expression on your face. “Are you alright?”

It took you a second to absorb his question, but when you did, you slapped on a fake smile. “Yeah, of course. I’ve got to meet up with my boyfriend, but thank you for the invite.”

“Maybe another time.”

“Yeah, maybe. It was nice to meet you, though.” You gave a slightly less enthusiastic expression to Minseok. “Thanks again for your help. I’ll see you later.”

He gave you a small wave. “I’ll see you later.”

You walked away, shoulders drooping. The switch that happened before your eyes made your head hurt, like whiplash. Was Minseok… embarrassed to be seen with you? You didn’t think there was anything particularly shameful about you. But what else would make him not want you around for lunch with the very people he was talking about mere minutes before with joy and laughter? It didn’t make any sense. All you could focus on was the shut down. As you headed for the theatre, you tried to tell yourself that there was no reason to be upset. He was not your close friend. He was merely a… tutor, for lack of a better word. And that’s all he would be, apparently. 

You approached the theatre doors, unsure of where else to go. If you thought your feelings were stirred up this morning, now they felt like they were stumbling off the world’s most twisted roller coaster, unable to even stand on their own. Just how bruised would you be when you finally fell down?

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #minseok x reader #kim minseok #xiumin #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #exo supernatural au #exo series #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #The Untamed Universe #Catching Rain

[absurdthirst]

Sksksjsk imagine that Max Phillips is close to getting killed but his s/o barges in angry bc damn it he's late for dinner and playing capitalist overlord with the humans instead of spending time with her they start bickering amanda and whatshisface watch in utter horror and confusion as their new boss is getting chewed up by his partner fast forward later it ends in smut bc thats how Max fixes his problems

“MAX PHILLIPS!”

The door to the office swung open. Evan stopped swinging the paper cutter at Max’s head. 

You were standing there, eyes flashing angrily. “What the hell are you still doing at the office? We had dinner plans!” 

Evan and Amanda just froze, Max looked over at you, his face still morphed into the demonic features. They stood straight as looked over at you, confused. 

“You are still playing capitalist overlord. Damnit, you promised you would be home early tonight.” You spat, stepping through the broken furniture to glare at the vampire in front of you.

His face changed back, a pleading look on his face. “Baby, please.” He proposed. “Let me finish up here and I’ll be two minutes.” 

“No!” You stomp your foot, ignoring the two humans behind you. “You were late last night after fucking with that Evan guy.”

Evan and Amanda stared, wide eyed as Max Phillips, the vampire that they had just been trying to kill, ducked his head and looked cowed. 

“Um...” You snapped your head around when Even spoke up. “What the hell is going on?” He asked, bewildered.

Amanda just choked. “You know what he’s doing?” 

You smirk, turning from your husband and walking towards the pair. “Oh honey, what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t.” 

You reach out and brush Amanda’s hair back out of her face, your smirk growing wider as she flinched. Your eyes fluttered over to Evan. You purse your lips and pout at the timid looking lackey. “Let me guess...Max threatened to turn your girl in front of you and fuck her over his desk.” 

Evan’s mouth dropped open. “How did you....?”

Your eyes cut back to Max, who is wide eyed and making frantic slashes across his throat to Evan. When you catch him, his hand falls down to his tie that he adjusts with a worried look. 

“Because I know him.” Your voice turns hard. “He wouldn’t have done it though. If he knows what’s good for him and would like to keep those balls he has.” 

Both of them are looking at you like you are a creature from space. “Go on, get out of here. Be at work, Monday, 8 sharp.” 

“Honey...” Max starts to protest.

“GO.” 

Your hard tone makes Max fall silent. Both of them skirt by you and run out the open door. 

Your smile is wicked as you turn back to you husband. His face quickly changing to his most charming smile as he moves closer to you. “You were magnificent, my love.” 

You give him a toothy grin, your fangs lowered. “I try my best. You think they will show up Monday?” You ask.

Max grins and shakes his head. “I think they might be too scared not to.” He grabs your arms and hauls you against his chest. “Have I told you lately how sexy that angry wife routine is?” He growls. 

Looking around the room, you spot the desk. Grabbing his tie, you yank him forward as you walk backwards towards it. “Why don’t you show me.” 

“Oh fuck baby.” He moans as he falls over you.

“Mr. Phillips?” 

“Not NOW, Andrew!” 

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Lense (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Lense  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3500 Warnings: Sex on camera, shower sex, discussions of pegging, and fluff. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set the Summer of 1999 a couple weeks after Adventurous. Part one of two parts of their new sexploit. DID YOU ALL MISS ME? This only took me like a week to write. Is it good? I don’t know, my brain’s still fuzzy from my seizure.  Summary: Reader and Javier make good on their idea to record themselves.

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“You know, when you said you needed someone to watch the girls for the weekend I didn’t realize it was so Javier could mow the lawn.” Steve said, giving you a pointed look as Javier passed by the window again with the mower. 

You laughed, shaking your head slowly as you took a sip of the lemonade you had made, “It’s supposed to rain. He wanted to get it out of the way first.” 

Steve pursed his lips together and nodded his head as he arched a brow at you, “What are you two planning to get up to?”

“Do you really want to know?” You rolled your eyes, glancing out the window as Javier paused to wipe sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt. “The garden center has some Bell peppers and Serranos that were calling my name. We might go pick up a couple and plant them.”

“Without the girls?”

You narrowed your eyes at Steve, “I seem to recall watching the girls two Sundays ago so Connie could ‘try a new recipe’.” 

Steve made a face before taking a sip of lemonade, “A new recipe was tried.” 

“So I heard.” You smirked a little. “Only took the two of you — what? Two decades to get adventurous?”

“We’re not all you and Javier.” Steve retorted, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the counter. He glanced towards the hallway, where the girls could be heard laughing and giggling in JoJo’s bedroom. “I still don’t know how the two of you keep that spark alive.”

You shrugged, your eyes flickering back out the window to watch Javier. “You forget that we went an entire summer feeling like strangers. Have the two of you considered therapy?”

Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Yeah, we’ve actually been seeing one. We’re working on a lot of shit that I didn’t realize she was holding onto.”

“We tend to protect the people we love from that kind of stuff.” You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, folding your arms across your chest. 

“You and Javi good?” Steve questioned, his brows drawing together. 

“Solid.” You answered without hesitation. “Admittedly, I’m a little antsy not having somewhere to go and work every day. First summer off in my entire adult career.” You grimaced a little. “He’s surprisingly good at the stay-at-home thing.”

“That surprised the hell out of me,” Steve agreed. “I remember how he was at the DEA. Work was home, home was work.”

You nodded, “Yeah. It all balances out.” Reaching for your glass of lemonade, you continued. “You and Connie just need to focus on what’s right for the two of you. Your relationship isn’t going to look like mine with Javier.” 

“We’re a bit more conventional.” Steve teased, giving you a look. “Not that it’s any of my business, but… I’m guessing this the sex tape thing. Right?”

You snorted, scrunching up your nose. “You’re right. None of your business.” You smirked as you heard the lawn mower shut off. “But yes.”

Steve scratched at the back of his neck, “Look at that, Connie and I have done something you haven’t.”

“Really?” 

He shrugged, “Shocking. Right?”

“Mommy!” Josie called out, tearing down the hallway into the kitchen, “Stevie tried to eat my Barbie.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered, “Well, did she actually eat it?”

She stopped short, grinning innocently. “No.” 

“Then what’s the emergency?” 

Josie pursed her lips, “Olivia said she just got the new Barbie Fountain playset and I want to see it.”

You arched a brow at her, “Are you telling me to hurry up?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Is it working?”

Steve laughed, giving your back a pat as he stepped past you, “I’ll get the girls ready.” 

“What have we talked about lying?” You questioned as you crouched in front of your daughter. 

“But I told you the truth.”

The back door opened as Javier came in from mowing the lawn. Josie’s eyes went wide and she reached out to grab your forearm. 

“Don’t tell daddy.” She stuck out her bottom lip, looking sweet and innocent in a way that only ever got Javier wrapped around her fingers.

“I don’t know, he might want to ground you.” You tapped her on the nose. “Just be honest, alright?”

“Alright mommy.” She smiled at you, before flinging her arms around you. 

“Am I missing out on something?” Javier questioned, lifting his shirt up to wipe off his sweaty face. 

“Ew. Daddy! You’re stinky.” She stuck out her tongue and shied away from him. “You need to get hosed down!” She said, just like you sounded whenever Stevie got filthy. 

You stood back up, nodding your head towards the hallway. “Go get your bag so Uncle Steve can leave.”

“What’d I miss?” Javier questioned, hooking a finger in the back belt loop of your denim shorts. 

“Josie telling little fibs again.” You made a face. “And you do stink.”

“Thought you liked fresh cut grass.” He arched a brow and gave your ass a playful swat. “I’ll shower once they're on their way.”

You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, “I might join you.”

“Just the Little Bear backpack?” Steve called out from the bedroom. 

“And the Esprit duffle.” You answered, swatting Javier’s hand away as you wandered down the hallway. “Two beach towels, swimsuits and spares.” You explained as you leaned against the doorframe. “Connie said you have spare wings for Sof.”

“We’ve got a dozen.” Steve assured you. 

Sofía toddled over to you, wrapping her arms around your leg. You leaned down and scooped her up. “Are you going to be a good little rugrat for Uncle Steve and Aunt Connie?” 

She nodded excitedly, “I’m gonna see a kitty.”

“That’s right,” You tickled her stomach, making her squeal. “You’re going to see Mr. Grouch.”

“His name is Oscar!” Sofía corrected you. 

You laughed, “Yes, but he’s named for Oscar the Grouch.” You reminded her, “Right Em?”

Emily nodded, “Daddy wanted to name him after Uncle Javier, but mom said no.” 

“Oh, I know all about that.” You bounced Sofía in your arms before sitting her back down. “Alright, let’s clear out.” You clapped your hands. 

“It was the mustache,” Steve explained. “Have you ever seen a cat with a mustache?” 

“I thought it was the whole ‘you hate cats, but Oscar’s glued to you’ thing.” 

“That too.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, before shouldering the girls’ bags and herding them out of the bedroom. 

Stevie whined as she followed after the girls, “You can’t go with them, Stevie.” You told her, grabbing ahold of her collar so she wouldn’t try to bolt for the door. 

“Have fun, Peña.” Steve quipped, fixing Javier with a smirk as he headed for the door. “Hope you have a tripod.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, “You’re lucky the girls are here.” 

Steve laughed, “Yeah, whatever Javi. Have a good weekend guys.” He said before ushering the girls out the front door. 

Once the door was safely closed, you let go of Stevie and went to lock the door. “Once she’s settled, we can let her out back to chase lizards. That should keep her occupied.” 

“So you told Steve?” He shook his head, barely able to keep from laughing. 

“To be fair, we told him at the bar last month.” Your brows rose upwards. “And more surprisingly, they’ve already tried this.”

“Really?”

“I know.”

Javier gave you a skeptical look, “I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Which is more believable…” You said slowly as you approached him, putting on the most innocent attempt at seduction. “Steve and Connie making sex tapes… or you taking the strap?”

He rolled his eyes, “The latter.” 

You smirked, reaching out to ghost your fingers over his stomach, before sliding your hand up his chest and curling your fingers around the back of his neck. “I figured.” 

Javier curled his arm around your waist, “Weren't you complaining about me smelling?”

“I’m holding my breath.” You teased as you played your fingers through the sweat-damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Shower?”

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and nodded, “Sounds like a plan, baby.” He said as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a slow kiss, one that lingered just long enough to spike a rush of desire in your lower belly. 

Javier pulled away, catching your hand and guiding you towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, let me put Stevie out.” You reminded him, shaking your hand out of his hold as you went to open the door in your bedroom that led into the backyard. “Stevie!”

“I’ll get the shower running.” Javier told you, before vanishing into the bathroom. 

“Alright pup, enjoy your afternoon outside.” You told Stevie as you put her out into the backyard. You followed her outside, grabbing the hose to fill up her big green water bowl. 

Stevie barked, wagging her tail, before a scurrying lizard caught her attention and she went bounding after it. 

You headed back inside, pulling the door shut and drawing the shades on the door. The last thing you needed was for a neighbor to catch a glimpse into your bedroom today — not that they could with all the flora and fauna around the fence line. 

The shower was already running in the bathroom and you could hear Javier whistling to himself as he waited for you.

“I love you just a little more for whistling ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca,’ Javier.” You remarked with a grin as you shouldered the door open and stepped inside to join him. 

“It’s catchy,” Javier told you, scratching at the back of his neck as his eyes swept over you. “You’re overdressed.”

“Or maybe you’re just underdressed.” You retorted pointedly as you gave him your own sweeping look. “Someone’s got a swim tan line.” You brushed your fingers over his hip bone where there was a subtle line between his stomach and the skin that was covered by his swim trunks. 

“That’s what you get when you have mermaids for daughters.” Javier caught your hand, rubbing his thumb over your palm before lifting your hand to his lips and kissing each knuckle. 

“I don’t know, Sofía still freaks out when I try to wash her hair.” 

Javier cocked his head to the side, “You’ve got a point there.” He released your hand, reaching down to unsnap your shorts, pushing them down your hips. 

You smiled softly at him as you leaned in to kiss him, sliding your fingers through his hair. He managed to work your t-shirt up, breaking away from the kiss long enough to rid you of it and your bra. 

“Should we film this?” You questioned, peppering a line of kisses along his jaw as you reached downwards to curl your fingers around his rigid cock. 

“Fuck.” Javier hissed out, catching your wrist. “You want me to?” He questioned, meeting your gaze with an arched brow. 

You nodded, stroking your thumb over that sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock just to watch his lashes flutter. 

“You gotta stop doing that if you want me to grab the cam, baby.”

“Fine.” You stole another kiss before taking a step back, letting him step back out of the bathroom to grab the camcorder from the bedroom.

There was something hilarious about Javier wandering back into the bathroom — buckass naked — with his glasses on as he tinkered with the camcorder. 

“This better come out good.” Javier remarked as he adjusted the viewfinder and looked through it. “Two grand better come out looking cris—“ He stopped short as he focused the camera on your naked chest. “Worth every penny, baby.”

You flipped him off, smirking at him as he panned up to your face. “Is this gonna be a solo film?” You questioned, tucking your fingers into your underwear and shimmying them down your hips. “Because I’m not the one who needs a shower.”

“Baby, I’m recording.” Javier huffed, looking up from the camcorder, his brows furrowed together. 

“I’m pretty sure when we watch this in the future, I’ll remember that you were hot and sweaty… emphasis on the hot.” You beckoned him towards you. 

“Hang on.” Javier hit stop on the camera, before setting it up on the bathroom sink so it was angled towards the shower. He crouched down, flipping open the monitor and turning it around so he could see what was recording. 

“Are we in frame?” You questioned, resting your hand on his shoulder as you peered down at the camera. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, reaching behind him to give your leg a squeeze, before hitting record on the camera. “Definitely didn’t have the shower on our record list for the day.” 

“We’re good at making things work for us.” You pointed out, reaching for his glasses and taking them off his face and sitting them on the sink by the camera. “I think that’s a recurring theme for us.”

“Fairpoint.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he guided you back towards the shower. 

The water was the perfect temperature for a hot summer afternoon. You stepped under the spray, winding your fingers through your hair, watching as Javier stepped in to join you. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Javier arched a brow as he curled his hands around your hips. 

“That you’ll consider keeping your hair this length.” You reached out and stroked wet fingers over his hair, slicking it back. “I may have to fight off a new crop of horny students, but…”

Javier laughed humorlessly, “I’ll think about it.” 

You tugged gently at his hair, “Good.”

He crowded you back against the shower wall, the water pelting down on his shoulders and sloughing off onto your chest and arms in the process. “And for future reference, you don’t have to fight anyone off, baby.” Javier drawled out as he brushed his lips against yours, before trailing his mouth down your throat. 

You sank back against the wall, winding your fingers through his hair as he palmed at your breast with his left hand, while his mouth latched onto the other. You tilted your head to look towards the camera — it was weird to imagine a future version of yourself sitting down to watch this moment in time. 

You knew people watched adult videos — you were entirely aware of that particular section of the sex shop. But it had never really been something either of you needed to get the wheels turning. Would you future you enjoy you staring into the camera lense while Javier’s teeth scraped over your nipple?

Javier caught you by surprise when he slid his free hand between your thighs, making you forget all about the camera on you. 

He kissed his way back up your chest and nipped at your, “Forget it’s there, baby.” He whispered, dragging his fingers through your slick folds slowly. “That’s a good girl.”

“Screw you.” You laughed, rolling your hips into his touch as you curled your fingers around the back of his neck and guided him in for another kiss. You slanted your mouth over his, your tongue sliding out to find his. 

Javier ran his other hand up your side, fingers ghosting over your breast, before trailing back down to grasp at your hip. He groaned against your lips as your own hand slid down and curled around his cock. 

You twisted your wrist skillfully as you stroked your hand over the length of him, matching the rhythm he’d set as he stroked his fingers through your slick folds. 

He slid his hand around to grab at your ass, pulling you towards him. You broke away from the kiss, letting out a ragged breath as you met his gaze. 

“Let’s not spoil all the fun yet.” You breathed out, stroking your fingertips over his collarbone as you slowly dragged your hand over the length of his cock. 

“Didn’t have any plans to, baby.” He rasped out, catching your wrist and pulling your hand away. “But I do have plans.” Javier leaned in to kiss you, before pulling back, “Turn around.”

There was something about the tone he took that went straight to your core, fanning out fresh heat through your veins. Oh. 

You turned around to face the wall, planting your hands firmly on it. You glanced to your right, staring at the camera for a split second before Javier pulled focus back to him. 

He raked his hands up your legs, squeezing at your hips before one hand wandered to press flat against your lower stomach as his other hand guided his cock between your thighs. 

“Shit.” You hissed out as the head of his cock slid deliciously against your clit. 

You sank back against his chest, using him for support as he started thrusting against you, dragging the heavy length of his cock through your slick folds. 

“That’s it, baby.” Javier whispered against the shell of your ear. “You're such a good girl. Fuck.” He loosely curled his fingers around your throat, keeping you pinned against him as he rocked his hips. 

You slid your hand behind you, fingers twisting in his wet hair as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Javier.” You gritted out, trembling in his grasp as his cock kept rubbing against your clit, causing your inner walls to clench around nothing as you careened towards an orgasm. It was just the right kind of stimulation, but still not enough. 

Javier slid his hand from your throat up to cup your jaw, urging you to turn your head just enough to look back at him. His lips brushed against your cheek, his breath hot against your damp skin as he continued to move. 

“Javier!” You moaned out, nails biting into his forearm as you shattered for him. “Please.” 

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, slowing the role of his hips. 

Your eyes flickered to the camera, focusing on the red flashing record light, before your attention returned to him. “Yes.”

Javier pressed a kiss to your cheek before he adjusted himself behind you. His fingers brushed against your sensitive cunt as he lined his cock up and slid into you. 

He roughly palmed at your breasts as he kept you pinned back against his chest, his thumb dragging mercilessly over the pebbled peak of your nipple. 

“Fuck. Javi— shit that’s good.” You managed, reaching behind you once more to grab at the back of his neck as you ground yourself back on his cock. 

Javier pressed his lips to your shoulder, trailing his free hand up the length of your bare arm. It was such a tender gesture in contrast to the way he was driving his cock into you. 

“I love you,” He whispered, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. It was incredible that those three little words still sent shivers down your spine. That they still felt new and exciting, even after so many years had passed. 

You turned your head, craning your neck so you could kiss him again. His pace faltered and you knew it wouldn’t be long for him. Your inner walls were still fluttering around his cock every time he buried the length of it into you, pressing against the sweet spot with every other thrust. Something snapped. 

You slapped your hand against the wall of the shower, breaking away from the kiss as you let your head fall forward. 

Right off the heels of your first release, your second orgasm washed over you and it pulled Javier under with you. You clenched tight around him as he kept driving his cock into you, groaning out your name as he finally came apart within you. 

Javier braced his arm around your hips, keeping you pressed tight to him to keep you on your feet as he bucked into you. 

“I hope,” You started, your words coming out strained as you tried to catch your breath. “Future us enjoyed that.” You remarked, giving a half assed thumbs up to the camera. 

He pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder and laughed as he ran his hands over every bare inch of skin he could reach. “I bet I did.” 

You shifted onto one foot so you could use the other to rub your toes against his calf, “You know what I’m going to enjoy?”

“Hmm?” He questioned, brushing your hair off the back of your neck so he could press a kiss there. 

“Fucking you.” 

Javier gave your hip a playful swat as he slid out of you. “I don’t know, I might need to take a nap now.”

You turned around to face him, leaning back against the shower wall. “Should’ve made this tape before you got old on me.” You glanced at the camera, “I bet you have to be extra gentle with the creaky old—“

He didn’t let you finish, before he scooped you up — despite a grimace — and drew your legs around his waist so you were trapped firmly between him and the wall. “What was that?”

“Oh, just thinking about how you’re going to be limping tomorrow.” You retorted as you ran your hands over his shoulders. “Put me down.”

“I’m hoping I’m limping tomorrow.”

You opened and closed your mouth twice as you stared at him, “Challenge accepted.” You said as you tugged at his hair. 

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