#but... he very clearly could have and would have simply kept a check on himself like everyone is capable of

[storiesofsvu]

Welcome Home

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, smut, minor daddy kink, lots of praise.

Coming home from work had always been a form of relief for Aaron, knowing that his day was done, and he was able to relax at least a little bit before doing it all again tomorrow. But this Friday was different, this Friday not only was it a guarantee that he had two days off, he also wasn’t coming home to an empty apartment. Moving in together had been a very easy decision, he no longer had to worry about making a stop at his place before yours, didn’t have to triple check his go bag was always packed and he got to come home to you already in your shared space, happy as can be.

Almost every night this week he had come home to find you in the midst of an IKEA challenge or putting up some nice decorations. Which is exactly where he found you tonight, standing on a chair on your tip toes pinning up fairy lights over the patio window with your favourite playlist flowing through the room. As he put his things down, stepping out of his shoes and hanging up his blazer a smirk took over his lips at the actual sight in front of him. You’d clearly showered recently and chosen to tug on one of his oversized tee shirts instead of actually getting dressed and it appeared the shirt was all you’d bothered with. Your arms outstretched over your head caused the fabric to rise up, the curve of your ass poking out from beneath it as you secured another pin.

Aaron undid his tie, tossing it to the island as he started to undo his shirt, rolling up the sleeves while he crossed the room. Reaching out his hands slid over the curve of your ass before settling on your hips and he chuckled at the way you jumped, turning around when you felt him press a kiss to the small of your back. You were perched on the highest tips of your toes attempting to continue the chain of lights without toppling off the chair.

“You want some help with that?” He smiled softly and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Looks like you were pretty focused.” He nodded toward the lights, and you laughed again.

“I guess. And yeah, I can’t seem to reach it.”

With one clean swoop Aaron picked you up from the chair, resulting in a squeal escaping your lips before he set you on the ground and placed a kiss to the top of your head. You watched with a smile as he effortlessly stepped up onto the chair and was able to reach the spots you never would have been able to.

“That even?”

“Looks perfect.” You smiled as he stepped down from the chair, your hands coming to cup his cheeks so you could press a kiss to his lips, “thank you.”

“Anything else?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, taking the chain of lights back from him, “it was just the part above the window I was struggling with. Go grab a drink, relax.” You squeezed as his hand, shifting the chair to the left before you climbed back up on it and he was left to wander down the hallway.

Doing as you suggested he got comfortable, changing into a tee and sweats, tossing his work clothes into the hamper and padding back down to the kitchen barefoot to find you humming along to the music as you continued your task. He found a pack of his favourite beer in the fridge, cracking one for himself and grabbing one for you, placing it on the bookshelf you were beside before he dropped into the couch with a satisfied sigh.

The two of you caught up briefly, talked each other through your day while he scrolled through his phone, though his attention mainly remained on you. Since plugging in the string of lights the room and thus you, were bathed in a nearly angelic glow as you continued to work. Every time you moved the shirt simply dared to show more skin and he knew you could feel his eyes on you by the way you kept shifting, the little glances you’d toss over your shoulder to him with an almost shy grin, your cheeks heating. At one point you bent over to grab another hook from the bookshelf and he felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of your pussy fully exposed to him.

“Careful…” He warned, a playful tone in his voice and you glanced over your shoulder with a quizzical look on your face.

“I know how to use a hammer.” You replied with a laugh, gesturing to all your previous work and he chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before he stood up to cross the room.

“I know…” he murmured, his hands ghosting up your thighs and your breath caught in your throat. One of his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him while the other travelled up your back, tangling in the roots of your hair, “but I do hope if someone else was to be helping you with this you would at least put some panties on.”

“Aaron…” you giggled, swatting at the hand on your hip. “I had actual clothes on when the guy came to install the dryer.”

“Oh so it’s just me you like to tease?” He smirked, his hand leaving your hair so both of them could trace patterns on the back of your thighs.

“Obviously.” You let out a sigh, your eyes beginning to flutter at the way he massaged your skin, hands creeping up higher under the hem of the shirt, just daring to brush your pussy.

“I think the rest of this can wait.” A steady arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you from the chair once again and he yanked you flush to him, the bulge in his pants apparent against your ass, “now you know just how wild you drive me.”

“Mmhmm….” You nodded, your body relaxing against him, your lips falling open as he started to grope your chest through the thin fabric, pinching your nipples until they were hardened and you were grinding back into him.

“Open your mouth.” His hand softly squeezed around your throat before gliding up and two of his fingers sunk in between your lips.

You sucked the digits deeper into your mouth, tongue swirling around them, coating them with saliva as he slowly thrust them in and out of your lips. With his other hand steady on your hip he backed the two of you up to the center of the living room where the nest of pillows and blankets was still tousled on the ground from your movie night the previous evening.

Aaron’s fingers slipped out of your mouth and you let out a whine in protest, one that he chuckled at as he pulled his shirt off over his head. His hands found the hem of your stolen shirt, tugging it up and off, dropping it to the floor.

“Relax honey.” His dry hand caressed at your cheek, “there’s no chance I’m done with you yet.” He pulled you to him, kissing you deeply, tongue surging into your mouth and you let out a soft moan into the kiss.

The fingers coated in your spit snuck between your bodies, lazily rubbing at your clit while the other one started to toy with your chest. Cupping the flesh, pulling louder moans from you when he started to pinch at your nipples, flicking at them as they hardened in the cool air. His arm wound around you, hoisting you up just enough that your weight was on him as he squatted and gently dropped onto the pile of blankets and cushions before he lay you down on them. His lips broke free from yours and he left a pathway of kisses down your neck, nipping ever so lightly, pulling a breathy sigh from you.

“Aaron…” you whined, “don’t tease.”

“Never would sweetheart.”

His hands smoothed up your thighs, spreading your legs for him before his fingers found your pussy again. They slid through your folds, coaxing out your wetness, smearing it around your pussy, circling around your clit until your chest was heaving and you were nearly panting. His thumbs slid up your pussy, spreading your lips apart and he could see it fully glistening in the low light.

“Such a gorgeous pussy honey.” He cooed, “and who does this pussy belong to?”

“You daddy.”

“Smart girl too.” He smiled softly down at you watching the way your eyes fell shut when he slid two of his fingers into your cunt. “So wet already… have you been thinking about this all day?” He asked, pumping his fingers in and out of you, “waiting for me to come home and find you indecent? Just so I’d fuck you?”

“Yes…” you breathed back, your hand reaching out in search of his free one, fingers interlacing when you found it, his thumb softly stroking over your knuckles. “Wanted to be all ready for you, surprise you.” You were already finding it hard to focus on your words, your pussy fluttering around his fingers as they stretched you out.

“You’re so good for me sweetheart. So thoughtful.” His fingers curled inside you and your breath hitched in your throat, “making sure I have something so gorgeous to come home to… something so sweet.”

With that he shifted onto his stomach, his tongue lapping up the juices around your opening while his fingers continued to twist and scissor inside you. He couldn’t help but groan over your taste, cock twitching in his pants as he shifted up and his mouth latched around your clit.

“Fuck!” You gasped, your hands threading into his hair, holding his face between your legs and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips as electricity sparked through you.

Aaron’s tongue varied between tracing patterns on your pulsing nub and flicking it with the tip, your fingers scraping at his scalp as the pleasure built higher and higher. He picked up the pressure right as his hand picked up the pace, fucking faster into you.

“Oh Aaron…”

Not wanting to let up he merely grunted against you before humming and the vibrations had you gasping, your pussy pulsating around his fingers.

“M’gonna—” You whimpered, feeling the heat about to burst through your veins and his head nodded, rubbing right where you needed it as his fingers curled up, pressing hard on your g-spot and you cried out, “fuck!” Your hips jolted up off the blankets, thighs shaking around him as he gently fingered you through your orgasm.

“That’s it honey…” he cooed, “so fucking pretty for me. Such pretty fucking sounds.”

Your body still trembled, little whimpers and gasps leaving your lips that were heaven to his ears as the aftershocks crashed through you. You were always so gorgeous when you came for him, splayed out on display, legs spread, pussy dripping all because of him, tits swaying as your chest heaved, body coated in a shimmering of sweat, that blissed out look of pure pleasure and desire in your darkened eyes.

He slipped his fingers from you, bringing them up to his lips and he caught the way you tugged your lower lip into your mouth, a greedy look in your eyes as you watched him suck them clean. He nearly made a show of it, groaning before letting them pop from his mouth.

“So fucking sweet.” He praised, “almost wonder what I should do with you next.” He smirked at the way you instantly pouted, letting out a soft whine, “what sweetheart?”

“Need you.”

“Yeah…” his hand came back between your legs, palming at your puffy cunt, “need what? My fingers again?” One slipped in, but only for one thrust, “my mouth? Or something else?”

“Your cock daddy, please!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Aaron grinned down at you as he shucked his sweatpants off, positioning himself between your legs. His hand wrapped around his cock, thumb smearing the pre-cum around it as he let out a soft groan, “fuck… you always get me so hard.” He thrust his cock through your folds, coating it with your juices, “you feel that honey?”

“Yes…” you whined, your hips rocking towards the touch, “please…”

“Please what?” He raised a brow in your direction as he continued his movement and you whimpered.

“Please fuck me!”

“Good girl.” He leant over you, pressing a kiss to your needy lips as he lined up his hips and his cock sunk into your warmth. You both let out satisfied moans at the sensation, his cock slipping all the way into you until his hips were seated against yours and he could feel your cunt clenching around him already. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Move.. please.” You whined, your arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back as you pulled him to him.

Aaron kissed the side of your neck gently before pulling back until only the tip was left and he plunged back into you, earning a gasp from you at just how deep he was. Your legs eagerly wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into you and he made a home in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he started to pant. He set a steady pace, just fast enough to have you shivering and whimpering in his arms but still slow enough to savour it, to make sure you were feeling every inch and every drag of his cock deep in your pussy, to get it wetter with each thrust of his hips.

From the angle he was fucking you, each movement of his body brushed against your clit, the double sensation having you seeing stars already, pleasure tingling under your skin. One of your hands threaded through his hair again, holding him impossibly close as he continued to thrust into you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, the movement getting larger anytime you let out a particularly loud whine. He loved the way you clenched around him, the sounds you made, knowing he was the one who was making you make them, that he was the only one who could pull sounds like them from you. Each thrust of his hips he could feel the wetness where your bodies met getting larger, the slick around his cock growing, the sounds getting more indecent with every pump.

“Oh god Aaron!” Your nails started to claw at his back, “s-so gg-ood.”

“Always take me so well.” He grunted back, his hips beginning to snap harder and faster into yours, earning a breathy gasp from you as you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist.

Your pussy was dripping, the squelching noises coming from it echoing through the living room and every time Aaron drove his cock deeper into it you felt new sensations, your entire body tingling, starting to shake with pleasure. The coil was building deep inside you, higher and hotter with each thrust and your eyes scrunched shut, a string of whimpering swears leaving your lips. Aaron groaned loudly into your ear at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him before his mouth latched onto your neck, teeth sinking in before his tongue lapped over the spot to soothe the burn and his lips began to suck at your sensitive skin.

“Fuck!” You cried out as the trembling in your body blew into a full blown spasm and you hit your peak, pussy clenching down even harder around Aaron as he grunted, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“God sweetheart.” He muttered, kissing your neck before sitting up on his haunches to chase his own release. He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and faster into you and with just how fucking drenched your cunt was it wasn’t long before he was groaning loudly, his cum spilling into your pussy and he dropped over you again. “Fuck…”

Your finger tips gently tickled up and down his back, your other hand coming to his head, scratching at his scalp as he panted above you and you finally managed to catch your breath. You pressed a tender kiss to the side of his head, letting out a very satisfied hum and in return he let out a breathless huff, leaving a kiss on your collarbone. He pulled his head up, his hand coming to caress the side of your cheek as he left a featherlight kiss on your lips and you smiled up at him.

“You okay?” He murmured.

“Perfect.” You replied, stealing another kiss before he gently rolled off you.

Aaron adjusted a few of the cushions and blankets so you would both be comfortable, pulling a blanket over the two of you as you instinctively curled into his side, resting on his chest. His arm wound around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a small smile on his cheeks as he admired the decorating you’d been doing. The soft light cascading perfectly over the living room for a moment like this.

“You certainly know a thing or two about welcoming a guy home.” He teased and you laughed.

“Figured I could start off strong with what I know you love.” You shifted so you could see his face and he chuckled.

“Well what I love is you, doesn’t matter what form it comes in as long as I get to come home to you every day.”

“You’re a sap, you know that right?”

“Absolutely not.” He grinned back and you playfully rolled your eyes before leaning up to kiss him softly.

“I love you too.”

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#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #welcome home #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfic

[medicinemane]

I still argue that bleeping someone like Gorden Ramsey is bullshit so that people who love and find swearing fun can pretend that they didn't just hear him call someone a fucking donkey, because there was a bleep... like they don't know the exact word he used, like they didn't think it, and like they didn't have fun with it

Cause I bet you... any amount of money you want honestly, that if you asked Gorden Ramsey not to swear he just wouldn't... I don't think they ever bleep anything in shows where he's helping kids cook

No, people find swearing fun, it's entertaining... they just don't want to admit they like it because it's naughty

And to be clear I'm directly pointing to this and pointing to 'unalive' and drawing a line between them for how we got here

#you either don't swear or you do; bleeping is only for when no one's supposed to swear but it came out by accident #but 99% of the time; you can tell the producers wanted people to swear because their audience loves it #and at best they didn't bother telling them to keep it polite; and at worst they encouraged it #you know; I once when I was like 12 went with my mom to see Chuck D give a talk about stuff #and at the end when he went up he was like 'oh I'm so sorry; I didn't know there was a kid in the audience or I wouldn't have cussed' #and we assured him it wasn't a problem (didn't explain I'd know all of it since I was little) #(and I think to an extent even then I had a mentality of that I'd rather hear it how he was gonna say it normally) #but... he very clearly could have and would have simply kept a check on himself like everyone is capable of #and he clearly would have been more than happy to #it wasn't an 18+ event; it just was on a college and he expected adults only and talks how he talks #you can have zero naughty words most of the time... all you have to do is ask #and you can avoid serious conversations... it's polite to let people not be forced to engage with topics they don't want most of the time #hell; that's the whole point of trigger warnings #...I don't know; I'm forever fuming about this whole fucking topic #it's like a huge portion of humanity is willingly and gladly throwing shackles on #it's on thing not to say fuck; I respect the hell out of that #it's one thing to mind your words and subject; go for it #and it's also one thing not to want to listen to people swear #you know... I often do tone down how I feel like talking cause... I get some people following me might not like it... and I actually care #...it's just also... in the end this is my spot I dump bullshit out of my skull in a verbal vomit #so you get it how you get it... but like I get not wanting to hear it #but don't you fucking tell me you hate swearing and them sit their laughing at a bleeped bit from a show where someone's cursing up a storm #no you like swearing but you're just being a shifty self righteous prick that's pretending you don't to feel smug #and don't talk about death if you don't want to #but don't say 'unalive'; not unless you're meaning the opposite of undead and coming up with something interesting #if you're saying 'unalive' you're just a spineless fucker who can't even manage saying you'll kill a zombie in minecraft #(or a fool who doesn't get what you're going along with)

[ohmygraves]

once, you tried to hide from your husband simon.

it wasn't your first attempt, of course. he's very observant and would notice you missing if you were out of his sight for like five seconds. you two are basically joined to the hip, so it's really, really hard for you to just somehow disappear from his sight. you're thankful that somehow he didn't even set up security cameras for the house himself.

of course, that doesn't discourage you from pranking your husband.

simon was away on a deployment for a few months, and you have been planning all of this from start to finish. you've seen lots of tiktok and reels and whatever about seeing how long your spouse will go look for you if you went missing, and you're kind of curious as to how long it takes for him to go look for you. clearly, you weren't thinking that far ahead.

you went and set up cameras yourself, since it's high time that you need to install one anyway. you told simon before he left, he completely trusted you to deal with it. he's most likely going to check everything when he comes back anyway, making sure that you did everything properly. but that's how you find yourself sitting impatiently, waiting for him to pull over the driveway of your shared home.

after setting everything up, you make sure that the cameras are working around the house. one by the front door, one in each room (except the bathroom), one in the garage and overseeing the driveway, and one facing the backyard.

this was flawless. this was amazing. he's going to laugh and find you in five seconds as usual.

you quickly hide yourself in the closet after you hear him pull over, making sure to keep your voice as low as possible. you giggled as you saw him call for you as he walked into the house through the security camera. but you weren't ready to see what happened next.

simon kept calling for you, looking around nervously as he couldn't find you. he dropped his duffel bag on the floor, kicking his boots off in a rush as he looked everywhere for you, getting increasingly agitated and anxious since you didn't respond. you can clearly see how panicked he was, how scared he is. his voice cracks as you could hear him pass from room to room, his hands flipping through your entire house to find you.

seeing how panicked he was, you felt really bad.

you quickly leave your hiding spot, calling out to simon. he was holding a knife in his hand, a panicked look on his eyes as he turns to you, eyes blown wide. his breathing is irregular.

"simon! i'm sorry! i was hiding and—"

you couldn't even finish your sentence before he hugged you, dropping his knife as he held you close to him. his body shook silently as he pressed you against his chest, not wanting to let go. you could feel his heart beating fast, his fingers trembling against the small of your back. you could feel wetness dropping against your skin, but you're too scared to say it out loud.

"... don't do that again..."

"i'm sorry, simon..."

he didn't say anything, simply holding you tighter in his arms. he wouldn't leave you alone for a few days afterwards. you're sure he's still mad at you after what you did, but he didn't say anything, too busy holding you close to him hoping that somehow he could glue the two of you together so you wouldn't wander off.

you learned that you probably shouldn't try and scare him like that again.

#not proud of this one :x #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty headcanon #cod headcanon #cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost x reader #ghost x reader #cod ghost #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader

[loveundrwrld]

(ex) bully x fem reader oneshot

i tried to make sure new readers could understand the situation, but you can read his intro here for context if you'd like.

(cws: stalking, yandere shenanigans, reader has been bullied by the yan in the past and struggles with some trauma from it)

you’ve been stalked for a while by someone from your past. and to your horror, he seems to be finally making the move to approach you…

you aren’t doing so well. every day you feel your skin crawling, feeling someone’s gaze on you.

you’ve always had issues with feelings of anxiety ever since high school. for a long time, you’ve been skittish and untrusting of people, especially men. you know that you can take something small and your mind quickly spirals, turning a small problem into something huge in your mind.

and initially you were concerned that this was what was happening now. that your brain was connecting small things from your life together into something a sinister pattern.

unfortunately, this time… you think you are right to be afraid.

lately, every once in a while when you look behind your back you can see someone following behind you in the distance. someone with their face hidden in a scarf or wearing a dark hoodie. at first you think its just a coincidence... but, the person is always looking in your direction. and in some way or another, they’re always disguised.

later on, you check your mailbox, and there’s always a letter there waiting for you.

you knew it was from your stalker. you didn't really have any friends, and nobody in your family had that kind of handwriting you saw on the envelope.

you didn’t read the letters at first, afraid of what could be in them. in your mind, it would only solidify your fears of what was happening. you could deny that you were being stalked, chalk the person following you as just a coincidence- but seeing it written out in front of you would make it all feel real.

eventually, though, you decide that you need to read them. when you did, you realize with a sinking feeling that your stalker was the very person you wanted to avoid the most.

it's tanner- the person who made your life at school a living hell for you. all of the details and context that he’s sprinking in make that very clear that it’s really him.

it's hard to read, and not just because you feel disturbed by them. they're almost incoherent, his handwriting nearly chicken scratch as he is clearly writing them quickly and desperately. the letters themselves also seem to be just stream-of-consciousness too. from what you can make out of it, it’s absolute insanity- ramblings about how he could hurt himself if it pleases you, desperate pleadings for you to please, talk to him.

you think he's likely trying to mock you or scare you with his words of praise and obsession. you doubt that he's genuine in his intentions- though you don't doubt at all that he's obsessed with you. he’s taunting you by letting you know that he knows, you’re sure of it. his letters are simply too well timed- and have too many… ‘coincidental’ questions that relate to what happens in your life. you feel nauseous with fear thinking of him coming back into your life and tormenting you once again.

you try to go to the police with what you've seen, but nothing happens. no matter what you say, the police seem to not be willing to hear you out. to them, you sound paranoid… even though you tried to show them the letters, they still didn’t think it was worth their time. "well, he hasn't hurt you yet, right?" they would say. it would take you being kidnapped or dead for them to care, you realize.

you tried your best to ignore the pit of fear and uneasiness growing in your stomach and simply went to work.

your shift at work felt long. despite trying to calm yourself down and think of other things, you still kept thinking about tanner. your mind reminded you that you probably would not even be able to recognize him from all the years it’s been since you’ve last seen him- memories tend to distort and fade after time.

what if he wasn’t only trying to stalk you from afar, but he was actively trying to get close to you? it could be possible, your mind reasoned. he could’ve been the grocery store cashier, the neighbor next door who said hello to you, anybody. he could be any number of the customers you see walking into the store you work at.

all throughout the day at your workplace whenever a customer surprised you by walking too close behind you, or tapped you suddenly on the shoulder, you were certain that it was going to be him.

but, in the end, nothing happened. and just as you did every day, you needed to head back home.

it's pouring outside, and you're walking back out of the subway station. you look behind you, and someone in a black raincoat is walking quickly behind you. he turns his head a bit to the side and you see a flash of blonde hair sticking out of his hood.

you start walking faster- it has to be him.

just like you remembered- blonde hair, tan skin, tall, and lanky.

he’s closer to you than he’s ever gotten, and you don’t like that he feels confident enough now to change up his routine.

you walk quicker, turning left. but he's still right behind you, walking close behind.

you see someone close by your apartment stairs, a tall man with a shaved head wearing a long coat over a suit- you rush near him, hoping that the prescence of another man would deter your stalker.

it does not work, it seems- he keeps looking at you with some sort of strange desperation in his eyes.

you grab the stranger in the suits arm. you look over at his shirt- seeing a badge for the nearby bank on the front of his shirt. a security guard who just got off work, you think- he’s perfect.

the man in the raincoat gets even closer to you now, his brows furrowing. he opens his mouth as soon as he sees your hand on the other man’s arm.

"you're the person who lives in room 509, right? i need to-"

"hi, honey- did you wait long?" you ask, looking up at the man in the suit with a nervous smile.

he freezes, looking at you with wide eyes. in a few seconds though, he calms down and returns your smile.

"no, i didn't," he says, looking down at you with a sweet look.

he turns and looks at the man in the raincoat with furrowed brows, his voice immediately dropping. "is this guy bothering you?"

you freeze, not expecting him to address him directly. but you simply tug on his arm, trying to direct his attention away from him.

"don't worry about him, honey, just come inside."

he gives you a warm smile and opens the door for you, closing it quickly. he laughs softly at an alarmed sound coming from outside the door. you drop your shoulders, relaxing now.

once you’ve calmed down you feel a bit bad that you don’t recognize him- you haven’t been the best at being friendly to your neighbors.

you give the man in the suit an appreciative smile, wanting to show that you’re grateful for him playing along with your story.

“thank you for helping me! i don’t know what i would’ve done if you weren’t there.”

he looks down at you and gives you a confused look, but he smiles brightly.

“you're a sweet girl. no need to thank me for anything.”

he moves towards the elevator and you follow him. he presses the up button for you, and looks back at you with a bit of a blush on his face.

you look down where he was looking, and you blush as well. you didn't realize that the rain had soaked through your shirt, causing it to cling to your chest. you adjust your jacket, buttoning it up.

you two wait for the elevator, and he shifts a bit closer to you.

“what happened, by the way?” he says softly, looking at you curiously. “you seemed shaken up. did he ever do something to you?”

you nod, hesitantly.

“something like that,” you say, a bit bitterly.

he looks down at you with a concerned frown, and you two walk into the elevator together. you press the “5” button on the keypad.

"you should be careful. he lives in the floor above you. room 609," he says to you, his voice dropping a bit, becoming low.

he puts his hand on your shoulder, and you flinch a bit instinctively.

“do you need me to do anything to him? maybe... pay him a visit?”

you look at him with wide eyes, becoming uneasy. you slowly shake your head.

"no... you don't have to do anything."

“no, y/n, i do. if anything happens to you, it’s my fault.”

you freeze, taking a step back instinctively. there isn't much room for you to move- your back hits the back of the elevator.

you’ve never told him your name.

“… your fault?” you say, warily.

“i should’ve been more careful. i don’t know what he did… but i should have been there. he must’ve gone after you after he got my letter to you by mistake. it’s my bad handwriting that got you into this mess.”

you remember now that the address of the letters… the messy “5” he wrote for your room number looked awfully like a “6.”

the elevator door opens, and suddenly the man- tanner, you realizes, turns to you. his guilty frown turns into a small smile.

“well, anyways, no need to worry about him. it’s a good thing that i was there that time, right, honey?”

#yandere x fem reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere bully #sorry this one is gendered lol i just thought a female reader would work better for this scenario #tanner whitlock

[theflyindutchwoman]

I don't need you protecting me. I know. So clearly what you're saying is you need me protecting you. Clearly. You know me so well. I'm happy it's you at my six. Back at you. […] Go. Up, up, up! I'll hold 'em off. What? No. We have the higher ground. We stand a chance, but only together. Okay. We hurt as many as we can, retreat up the stairs. Okay, but they're gonna expect us to push. Let's go the other way. Pull not push--copy that.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.22 - Under Siege

Battle Couple… This is one of my favourite trope ever… And these two embody that so well. The way this scene starts softly, with their banter, is very interesting… It could have come off as a tad tone deaf, with Aaron still in a coma. But they make it work. They're not downplaying anything, they're simply trying to get a moment of respite… and being together make that easier. It's the fact that they are bickering on who needs protecting… It's so them. And that 'you know me so well' parallel, with Tim being the one to say these words this time…. And this scene does have some eerie Day of Death vibe, so combined with all the reminders of Jackson's death, it's no wonder he doesn't want her out of his sight. Lucy's little confession that she's happy he's the one having her back also serves to underline that, for all the banter, she does appreciate that he is there with her. His 'back at you', while watching her six, literally… Sir, you are working! Remember when the first punishment for failing one of his Tim Test was to make Lucy fight so he could see her in action? Fast forward to now and not only is he happy she is the one having his back, he also wouldn't have it any other way. His pride in her is still the same : it's just that now, he can overtly check her out and flirt with her on top of it. And let's not forget how Grey didn't object when Tim volunteered to go check this place with Lucy. The amount of faith he has in both of them, that their relationship is not going to interfere with their work, is amazing. In a way, it makes sense : he had front row seats to the development of their relationship, so he knows. And I love how they find ways to be paired up together because they work so well together.

Something that is particularly highlighted during that fight sequence. And let's start with the fact that Tim's first instinct is to tell Lucy to go to safety while he holds the assailants off, knowing full well that his odds of escaping unscathed in that scenario are slim to none… He is seriously ready to sacrifice himself just so she can have a better chance to get out - which isn't even a guarantee… His love for her… And her immediate rebuttal… of course, she isn't about to leave him behind. That's not who she is. And I really appreciate how he doesn't waste time protesting when she refuses. That's the thing I love the most about his protectiveness. It's fierce, but it's never used as a way to undermine Lucy's abilities. It's all about him loving her and wanting her safe. It's all about how much she means to him. But he never tries to stop her either when she disagrees : he respects her way too much for that. He gives her an out and if she doesn't want to take it, then he'll simply be at her side, backing her up. Like on the plane during their undercover mission, when she refused to back down. And that protectiveness goes both ways. Lucy is just as fierce. She was protecting him in so many different ways, right from the start : from himself, covering for him several times, standing up to superior officer's to defend him… And here as well, during the fight : there are several moments when she helps him get the upper hand on his assailants. They both do : when one of them is in trouble, the other is not far behind. They both protect each other and that's the real beauty of their relationship.

And that fight sequence… My only gripe is how they kept shooting in the riot shields, knowing how ineffective it would be. Otherwise, it was everything I didn't know I wanted and then some. It's the way Lucy is the one coming up with the strategies and Tim follows her… It's all these little callbacks to their old battles that make this one even better, like that time she was fighting with the sticks in A.C.H. or when he was using his pepper spray like she did in Standoff… It's how several times Tim leads her by the arm or the vest to get on higher grounds… How he grabs her after she was being strangled… There's something in the way he is holding her, as if he's trying to support her and shield her with his body, while guiding them to safety that is doing things to me… That and the parallel with the Pilot, when Lucy was the one having to guide him to safety after he got shot… And how he was caught completely off-guard by Nolan. There's this split second where they don't know whether it's another wave of masked guys or not. But in that moment, Tim is unprepared. Remember when he blew a gasket when Lucy was holding something in her gun hand in The Q Word? Well, this time, he's the one who makes that mistake : getting her to safety is so much more important that it overrides his training. And the way she instantly raises her weapon, ready to protect them both, while still trying to catch her breath after being strangled… And even once they make it to safety, Tim keeps his hand on her thigh because he needs the reassurance as much as he needs to reassure her… And Lucy who looks like she's about to grab his hand before remembering where they are, looking around everywhere to make sure that they are truly safe… Still in a fight or flight mode, ready to protect them again… God, these two…. Couples that fight together stay together.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.22 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! I love your writing so much I’m so happy I fell on this account 💖 Your dark turtles works made me think of a scenario for the 2003: Fast Forward series? 👉👈

After Dark Leo gets wounded and is kept in the turtle’s medical bay, reader brings him food and checks up on him. He tolerates reader and even slowly gets to enjoy their company. Dark Leo feels territorial at the sight of Leonardo with reader knowing he clearly has a crush on them. He starts being jealous and feels the urge to steal Leonardo’s place to get reader’s affection and claim them.

Caught Between Light and Darkness (Angst..?/Fluff)

Dark Leo x reader x FastForward!Leonardo

A/N: Today we’re doing a crossover between the Fast Forward boys and our Dark Turtle cuties. I love it!😍🖤💙

Warnings: Jealous dark Leo, and Leonardo trying to show off😂🖤💙 Oh, and faking of pain.

So far, the plan had gone mostly as planned. Leo had gotten access to the penthouse, even if that meant he now was locked up behind a holographic field that was only lifted when Donatello or one of the other turtles had to get in close, in order to take a look at his wounds. It wasn’t hard for Leo to fake irritation, as to be honest, he found his counterparts very annoying. Always so happy and bright, with a tendency to turn on the light before he was ready for it, causing him not only frustration, but headaches and the kind of pain a kanabo clone would feel from sudden light. Absolute pains in the ass they were.

Well, most of them. There was one that Leo wouldn’t necessarily call a pain, but only a minor irritation… or maybe just a little prickle in the side. You were… not exactly like the others. You seemed to understand how lights worked with Leo, and took the time to slowly turn on the light. And you brought him food. A lot of food. Even after the first day where Leo flipped a tray and told you to leave him the hell alone, you continued to come with food, with or without the other turtles. Sometimes you would just come into the med bay and do nothing but sit and talk to him. At first Leo found it strange, and spent a long time trying to figure out what you were trying to do. But as time went on, Leo came to a realization - you were not trying on anything. You were there simply to talk to him. To keep him company and to check in on his well being. And that… had not been part of Leo’s plan.

Leo had only been in the penthouse med bay for a week, and he already found himself looking forward to the moment that you would walk through the door, with food or not. Though he never smiled your way, or gave any sign that he had come to enjoy your presence, Leo waited and looked forward to you, every single day. Sometimes he would even act like he was asleep, keeping a small eye on you as you made your way around the room.

For a time Leo forgot what he actually was there to do - to make the turtles trust him, giving him the opportunity to let the other dark turtles in, all so they could prove to Darius Don that they weren’t as thick headed as he liked to call them, and deserving of better ways of living. More food for Leo and his brothers was one of the main reasons he decided to do this, but as he laid still, watching you with half closed eyes, he momentarily forgot that goal. Instead he found himself wondering if you had always been so nice and sweet. He must have overlooked it while he and his brothers fought their counterparts. But even back then, Leo had noticed your beauty. It was hard to overlook, even when his focus had been on his non kanabo counterpart, and his annoyingly fast moves. That little blue covered grimling could make Leo’s blood boil sometimes. But he had never felt his blood boil over the same way, as it did one of the following days.

Leo sat out on the balcony in his medical bed, kept from going anywhere due to the energy shield surrounding him. Laying his side, trying to protect himself from the sun in the sky, that kept blinding his eyes and making his head hurt. Not off to a good start.

It had been Splinter and Donatello’s idea to pull Leo out in the sun, so that he could get some “fresh” air and some “healthy” sunlight, being kept company by Splinter doing gardening and Donatello practicing with his bow staff on a mat.

Splinter tried to engage the annoyed kanabo clone in some friendly conversation, but was only met by grumbles and spatting sounds from the large blue turtle. Leo had no desire to talk with anyone, while the sun was cooking him alive. What about kanabo did these people not understand?! Donatello had said something about his turtle side, but Leo couldn't care less. The sun was nothing but a burning ball of pain, and Leo wanted it gone. Fucking drown it with the water Donatello had provided him on the side table. Had it not been for that damned energy shield, Leo might just had snuffed out the life of the sun, and then thrown himself on the still overly happy and talking rat and turtle, grabbing them with his bare hands, and-.

“Do you guys have space for two more out here?”

Leo’s anger and frustration was instantly replaced by intrigue and curiosity, along with a small amount of longing, and maybe even… happiness, the moment Leo heard your sweet voice.

You stood in the glass doorway from the penthouse to the balcony, a mat rolled up under your arm, making it very clear that you had intended to train out on the sunny balcony. Your presence brought life to Leo, but before he could move in his medical bed, someone came into view behind you. The exact same someone that Leo would throw into the sun before dunking it with water - Leonardo. The sight of Leonardo with a mat under his own arm, put a big damper on Leo’s mood. Of course he was there too.

“Of course, (Y/N)”, Master Splinter said, smiling at you and his eldest son. “There’s always space for more out here”.

And so, you and Leonardo folded your mats out on the balcony and begging stretching, warming up for your training.

Staying on his side with his shell facing the sun, Leo forced himself not to look at you and Leonardo training together. But then Leo heard you laugh, finally looking at where you and Leonardo had now started going through stances. Leonardo stood behind you, positioning your body the correct way, every once in a while tilting your hips, accidentally tickling you as he did so. With every small tickle, you instinctively would move your arms around yourself, meaning that Leonardo would have to reposition your arms once again, for a moment wrapping his arms around your from behind. And that almost sent Leo spiraling. Especially when he realized how much Leonardo was enjoying it. With every laugh that escaped you, and movement of your arms, Leonardo would laugh, playfully scold you, before doing the whole deal all over again, at one moment even hugging you from behind, while the two of you almost fell over laughing. It was a blood boiling sight that hit Leo with a sudden realization. If Leo had started growing fond of you, then was it possible that his DNA source also had? It hit Leo harder than a brick wall, and caused a headache stronger than the sunlight ever could. Just like Leo, Leonardo had developed a crush on you. A big crush, only rivaled by Leo’s.

Leo watched you and Leonardo, feeling his body tense up and his breath growing shallow. He clenched his fist and grinded his teeth as you and Leonardo started sparring. Seeing you listening to Leonardo’s every word, your attention fully on him, as you did your best to improve your punches and ducks, your smile and eyes sparkling whenever he praised your doings. But when Leonardo suddenly grabbed your arm, followed by a series of movements that had you pinned on the ground underneath him, with Leonardo smiling proudly above you, Leo couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t just watch his sun loving counterpart attempt to take over your heart. No, Leo had to do something about it.

And so, Leo threw himself on the ground next to the medical bed, making sure to land on his injured arm, and let out a loud cry of pain. You reacted instantly, pushing Leonardo off of you, and screaming at Donatello, telling him to turn off the energy shield. Donatello scrabbled in haste with the buttons on his forearm, before the shield was turned off, allowing you to hurry to the side of Leo.

You made your way up to Leo’s head stretching out your leg, before rolling him onto his back, allowing his head to rest on your thigh, while you began undoing the wrappings around his shoulder, in order to take a better look at his injured arm, all while Donatello quickly made his way over to help.

With his head resting on your thigh, Leo could look directly up at you, quickly catching your eye as Donatello started to move and bend his arm. Leo faked an expression of pain, causing you to hold onto his head, softly rubbing your thumbs against his temples in soothing motions. Leo had to swallow his deep churr before it could boom through his chest, and break the scene he had put on. Yet the small sound he accidentally made caused you to grow even more worried, focusing all your attention on trying to calm him down while Donatello continued to check his arm and shoulder.

“You’re okay, Leo”, you spoke softly, your words like butter to his ears, while your fingers continued to make soft shapes on his face. “You’re doing great. Just relax, and it will be over before you know it”.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”, Leo said, straining his voice to make it sound like he was in pain, throwing a quick look towards Leonardo, who stood with Master Splinter. While Splinter looked on in concern, Leonardo stood with his arms crossed, a showling look on display. Leo had to bite his tongue in order not to smile. Of course Leonardo knew what Leo was doing, his was his clone for fuck sake. He could easily tell when Leo was faking pain. But was he going to say that out loud, and risk your anger? Hell no. Instead he would just stare disapprovingly at Leo, letting him know that he had caught on to his little act. And so Leo looked back up at you, finding your concerned eyes, while enjoying your warm hands against his face. “It’ll get better now that you’re here”.

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[cultofdixon]

Returning home

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Grimes’s Sister!Reader • Leaving without a word, hurt. Returning thinking it will go back to normal, hurt a bit more. But it takes time • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence Mentioned / Scars

Requested by: @rositxespinosa

“You’re lying to me Rick…”

“When have I ever lied to you?” Rick frowns trying to convince Y/N that Daryl may not be coming back but given the stern look on her face. She wasn’t buying it until Glenn and Maggie came into view, the damage being clearly there physically and radiating mentally.

“…why would he do that”

“Family I gu—-“

“We’re his family. You don’t need to be blood to be family…how could he just…why did he…” Try harder to figure out why the man you fell so hard for, would do something like such without a second thought.

One would believe it wasn’t mutual.

Is it easier to believe such?

“Y/N, let’s go inside—“ Rick’s hands were swatted away when he tried to console his sister but she simply wasn’t having any of it. “Y/N, please don’t do anythin’ stupid”

“All of our decisions have been stupid lately” She frowns staring blankly toward nothing while she tried so hard to calm the anger building inside her that the tears spilled from her eyes without her thinking. “I would’ve left with yea if you did something moronic like his idiot older brother. I would’ve followed you until the end. But shits changed. My feelings have changed. I thought…”

Rick wanted to know the rest of her thoughts but she clearly was falling apart and didn’t want to think more on the matter.

“I would’ve tied you down until you thought about your actions. I wouldn’t have left you to become a monster that swayed my decision in leaving with you or not”

“Y/N…”

“He made a mistake…or maybe I did for thinking…uh…” Y/N stopped herself and decided that was time for her to step away. She brushed past Carl when he tried to say something as he instantly gave his dad a worried and confused look.

The news went through the group and Y/N distanced herself from everyone to formulate her thoughts on the matter given they weren’t doing her any good in the moment. Carol tried checking on her once but she didn’t say anything in return to her words that she left.

You would do anything for family…

But I thought I was becoming yours

________

During the winter and everyone was trying to keep warm in this house that they built a very weak fire in. The winds were getting into the building and it made it difficult to keep the fire lit. Rick kept his wife and son warm with the blanket he found and wrapped around them. Glenn held Maggie close to keep her warm as Hershel did the same to his youngest while they were the closest to the fire next to Carol who had a blanket of her own.

Y/N had given her blanket to Beth when she had come back from the small scavenging and did her best to keep herself warm. But to her surprise, the archer sat beside her with a blanket of his own…carefully wrapping it around both of their shoulders to keep them warm as he brought himself closer to her.

“I don’t bite” Daryl whispers indicating she could do whatever she needed to bring more warmth under the shared blanket. So she did by scooting closer and resting her head on his shoulder, feeling his rest on top of hers.

________

He cared deeply for her

So why did he leave without another thought…

“Why did yea leave?” Getting right into it. “You know what I did. I may be blood but you have more reasoning than I”

“You’re my brother. I lost yea once, ain’t losing yea again”

“Yeah, but I ain’t the best.” Merle admits the obvious that everyone and their grandmother knew. But there was more to it. “Like them Grimes siblings.”

“You don’t know’em…”

“What they have their own dysfunctional family problems like us? Nothing as bad as us—“

“Comparing trauma is very on par with yea. They have their own shit. We have ours…but she…she understood” Daryl frowns stopping in the middle of the woods knowing Merle stopped at a distance. Neither of them wanting to face the other. “We…know better than anyone that beating the shit out of somebody won’t give you what you want”

That stung Merle and confirmed something that lingered in the back of his mind for years, he just never wanted to bring it up.

“You should go back”

“Then don’t want yea”

“But they want yea” Merle scoffs watching Daryl tense before looking at him. “Look. I’m a dead man going to either place. Betrayed the bitch Governor, and damn near killed the Chinese kid”

“He’s Korean”

“Whatever…you have a place somewhere. Don’t squander it cuz of me”

The archer stood there listening to his brother’s words as he contemplated such.

Going back

Going back home

“You’re comin’ with and if they lock yea up. Just take it…better than killing yea”

“Mm. Being a caged animal don’t sound too bad. Better than walker food” Merle scoffs trying to make light of something but Daryl wasn’t replying. He didn’t want to.

When the two returned, Merle was of course thrown into the same cell that Michonne was thrown in before the group trusted her. He stood there watching Daryl tense when trying to approach someone that stood in the back making him squint to get a good look through the crowd that blocked his view.

________

“You’re an annoying son of a bitch yknow?”

“Oh I am? You’re the one shooting walkers from the fucking roof” Y/N scoffs taking her attention away from the campfire Merle started on the roof while the two took roof watch that night. “You’re also gonna drive everyone insane”

“I already do that. Anything else?” Merle laughs tossing her the multi-tool that he used to open a can of fruit cocktail.

As Y/N started to pry open her can she thought about the other annoying things Merle has done but honestly? It was getting too late to bring them up.

“Can I throw something at yea, Dixon?”

“You talk a lot, Grimes. But alright”

“You and your brother were gonna rob the quarry campsite huh?” Y/N states bluntly causing Merle to choke on gross fruit in a can as he gave her a blank look. “What? I know how you work Merle. Don’t believe Daryl is the type but I know if my older brother asked me of something—I’d do it. Even if the guy is a pig”

“What like an asshole?”

“A cop”

“Jesus fuck. And you are one too or what?”

“Nah. I just guessed your master plan” Y/N smirks as the Dixon immediately flipped her off. “It’s just. You and Daryl have done so much. Then there was…a change in the environment. Hell, all of us want to punch Shane. But we don’t actually do it”

“He’s askin’ for it every time he opens his mouth” Merle scoffs leaning back against the half wall beside Y/N. “I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing? We ain’t making it back to the quarry if the herd still surrounds us”

“We gotta”

“So you can rob us?” She elbows him with a short laugh. “What?”

“You got a family to go back to. Gotta help yea get back”

“Mm. If that’s the case, have to get yea back to Daryl”

“That rat can survive without me” Merle laughs a bit. “But yeah. Gotta get back to my baby brother”

________

During the night Daryl went to check on his brother but stopped before he could get noticed, seeing the person that’s been avoiding him and that he cherishes sitting beside on the other side of the cage while his brother sits against them from the other side.

“You messed up, Merle”

“Yeah, I really fucking did” Merle frowns. “He shouldn’t have left”

“For what, me?”

Merle kept quiet when she had said that because she wasn’t entirely wrong. The way back to the prison Merle had struck a nerve with Daryl, like usual, and it resulted in the archer yelling at him stating he shouldn’t have left her without telling her himself.

Not that it wouldn’t sting, but in a sense, hearing news on that level is better from the source than a messenger.

“He cares about yea. Cares about me. But it ain’t the same. He left with me because I’m blood…some part of him didn’t want to leave me behind again. But I dug my own grave, I messed up and he shouldn’t have come with me when he’s got someone here he cares deeply about”

“Way to not be obvious Merle”

“The dumb oblivious bitch likes yea. I don’t know when that shit started but it’s obvious. Man looked like a kicked dog when you would avoid him since our return”

“you’re not saying this to like…uh…”

“You’re a dumb bitch too. Except yea liked him for much longer than he may have. He’s just startin’ to notice”

Y/N frowns hitting her head against the metal, a bit against Merle as he turned toward her seeing the tears forming.

“You’re allowed to be mad” Merle returned to his froward position but he heard the subtle footsteps knowing someone was eavesdropping and decided to leave. “I know Glenn and his partner ain’t ever gonna forgive me. I know none of you are, hell. Even Daryl. But I know what I gotta do…and I can’t have any of yea interfere”

“He can’t lose you, Merle”

“Always knowing my plan before I even say it huh?”

“If I wanted to repay my brother for the shit that I’ve done to him and his family? I would risk my life to fix everything”

Different, but not by much.

She should’ve talked to him before the end of the war with the Governor. But so much was happening and they didn’t get a chance until the night the Woodbury folk infused themselves into the prison.

As they were settling in, Daryl had taken watch for the night and taking another moment to take it all in. The loss of his brother. He was an asshole that sacrificed himself for a group that hated him…part of him wished he had the time to rebuild his image and become part of the group but that would’ve been asking for a lot. Change takes time.

During the night, Daryl noticed a figure in the middle of the yard…more specifically where their graves were. He rises from his seat and decided to investigate it.

To his surprise, Y/N was the unknown figure form the view of the watchtower. Daryl kept a distance at first but then noticed a body and immediately thought the worse. She did get hurt when the Governor attacked the prison and thought the man that hurt her survived then attacked her—-it’s honestly a long shot thought, but no one would be surprised if it had happened.

“Are you okay?” His voice startled Y/N as she thought she would go unnoticed.

“Yeah?”

“You sure? Who the fuck is this?”

“Uhm. Are you going to snitch to my brother or what”

“I ain’t. But if it’s your attacker, shouldn’t he know if yea had to kill the guy? Plus why bury them here?”

“I ain’t burying my attacker” Y/N stabbed the shovel into the dirt to continue digging. “I’m burying Merle.”

Daryl stood there a bit taken back. Why would she do this? They were close, but he was still a bitch to her when he was. He stares at the hole she was making and immediately taking note of how tired she was getting.

“Why would you do this?”

“For you, for him. He died for us. He didn’t have to do what he did…the fucking sacrifice types, man…”

“Yea mean like you and me?” Daryl points out the obvious as Y/N playfully glares at him before watching him taking the shovel from her. “Can I help?”

Once the two finished burying Merle, they both went to the watchtower and took in the moment…deciding to be there for the other while they grieved in their own way. Daryl leaned up against one of the walls taking a deep breath as he relaxed when he felt Y/N rest her head against him once she brought herself to stand beside him against the wall.

“Promise you won’t leave again”

Daryl leaned down a little to kiss the top of her head before resting his head against hers. “I promise”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[trumpkinhotboy]

Chronic protective brother syndrome

Pairing: big brother!nick nelson x little sister!reader

Type: Request (thank you so much!!)

Warnings: Mention of fainting, having a chronic illness, but nothing too intense

Word count: 1900

Requests: Open! For Heartstopper, twilight wolfpack, chronicles of narnia and harry potter

A/n: honestly… i dont have much to say except that i love writing for requests and that big brother nick makes me weak in the knees. Hope you enjoy angels xxx

*gif is not mine

Summary: The reader has been living with diabetes her whole life. She's grown quite accustomed to it and manages it well with the help of her supportive family. Although sometimes, support can feel a little suffocating...

Through your 14 years of existence, you have grown quite accustomed to life with type 1 diabetes. As you grew up and became more conscious of what it meant to live with a chronic disease, you learned to accept and care for yourself quite well. 

Your mother, Sarah, was a real trooper and never let you down, always carrying you when you felt exhausted and done with your condition, which did happen more often than you care to admit. Luckily, you also had someone else in your corner: your older brother. 

Nick is known to be quite protective. Especially with the people he cares for. However, that aspect of his personality gained a new high when you were born, and your mother explained why you could never do everything just as he did. Of course, you would still be able to do most of them. You would simply need to be a little more careful. 

Sarah remembers very clearly the look in little Nick’s eyes when she explained why you were always sick. You were resting in bed after a substantial flare-up when his eyes welled up with tears. That's when he finally understood that there was something in your own body that would always try to fight and hurt itself. That’s also when he promised himself he would do everything to protect you. Your mum still tells that story with a few tears welling up in her eyes. 

Nick knew you could have a lot of complications from your disease. To avoid them, he always made sure you had everything you needed at all times. You usually didn't mind, seeing how your ADHD sometimes made it a little harder for you to remember to pack your stuff. Plus, the fatigue diabetes often fogged you with did not help in that department. 

The thing is you were now 14 years old, finally starting to make new friends and explore the jungle that is social life in high school. So when your 16-year-old brother comes over, and all your lady friends swoon over him, or worse, when he comes over to baby you, it gets a little irritating. Luckily, Nick was quite stubborn about that stuff and was not about to let you get hurt just because of the image you wanted to project.

That was until you made quite a scene in front of everyone.

You had been feeling particularly irritated and moody that day. So when you saw your brother walk over to you with a backup diabetes kit, which was his creation, you felt anger boil in your blood.

It did not help to hear some nasty year 10 make jokes from a picnic table near your friends and you. "Oh, would you look at that? Diabetes Nelson still needs her big brother to bring her her little drugs. I don't understand how someone like him could be related to her."

It was stupid. It wasn't even a good insult. Plus, the people who kept making comments were not something to be impressed with. Still, you couldn't help the shame from creeping on your cheeks.

So this time, when your big brother came to check on you and offered you your safety pouch, you refused.

"I already have the normal one. I don't need this one."

"I know, but I don't think you've put the new insulin shots in. I brought you the safety one just in case."

The snickers you heard from the people behind had you gritting your teeth. You couldn't understand their exact words, but you knew it wasn't positive. 

"Don't you have anything better to do than watch over me all day?" you hissed. "I'm not stupid Nick."

Your diabetes also made you prone to mood swings, mostly when your blood sugar levels were too high or low. That's why Nick usually did not make a big deal out of these outbursts, but this time felt different. Hurt flashed in his eyes, and briefly, you regretted the words.

"I never said that. I just want to make sure you have everything you need. You know the risks." His tone was soft, his gaze focused on you. He tried as much as he could not to make a big deal out of this, but your reaction had the exact opposite effect. He knew how the fear of being judged could make a person act in such a terrible way. 

"I don't need you to remind me how weak and useless my body is, okay? I'm the one living with diabetes, Nick. Not you." You whispered angrily.

You grabbed your bag and left him planted there without looking back. Nick and you were usually like two peas in a pod, and to leave him there hurt much more than you would care to admit. 

You got back in class, trying to act normal, but after an hour in, you felt queasy and feeble. You had indulged in some sweets some friends offered after your altercation with Nick, brushing off the risk with your ongoing anger. Subtly, you pricked your finger and couldn't help your eyes from growing two sizes when you saw the little numbers your tracker presented. You were in hyperglycemia and urgently needed to get a shot of insulin. Swiftly, you asked to be excused from the class and headed for the bathroom. The walls seemed to shake around you, and your vision kept warping up. Cursing yourself for being this dumb, you opened your bag with shaking hands, searching for your shots.

"Shit."

There was only one thing worse than fighting with Nick, and it was when you realized he had been right. You mumbled under your breath, trying to stay calm and figure out a quick solution because this was becoming urgent, and you needed the care right now. Calling Nick would do no good since he was at Truham anyway. You decided to head back to class to ask for your teacher's help, but once you tried climbing the stairs, a thousand little dots started dancing around. You were able to mutter an 'I feel kinda dizzy' before everything turned black.

You awoke to a commotion. Distorted sounds and everything around you moved too fast to register. Someone was holding your hand while you felt a pinch in your arm. 

"It's okay, it's okay Y/n. You're going to be okay. I'm here."

You knew that voice. You lifted your gaze with an effort and only saw a flash of red hair before darkness swallowed you once more.

This time, when you woke up, everything was silent and peaceful. You were lying in a bed, a hospital bed, with an IV drip set up in your arm. Nick was resting in the chair next to you, his worried eyes set on his phone as he quickly typed.

"Hey," you croaked. 

His head whipped up in surprise when he heard your voice. He immediately dropped his phone to come by your side. His hand flew to your forehead. The coolness of it felt incredibly refreshing as you leaned into the touch.

"Hey, kid," he whispered. He tried putting a smile on his face, but it couldn't hide the worry he was truly feeling.

"So, I'm guessing I fainted? And someone found me? And they panicked ?"

"Panicked is an understatement."

He explained that Imogen found you at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't know whether you had fallen from them or just fainted at the bottom, so she immediately called for help and texted him.

"I ran to Higgs faster than Charlie ever could," he added with a smirk, his joke stealing a chuckle from your chest.

"I'm sorry for causing such a commotion. I should wear a bracelet that says fainting is normal for me so people won't worry."

His gaze hardened at your comment. "Fainting is not normal for you. It's a bad sign, and you know it."

You sheepishly dropped your gaze. Okay, he wasn't ready to make jokes about it yet. Charlie would have laughed, you secretly thought.

"I don't understand why you pulled that crap. I just wanted to help you." 

You lay back in bed with a sigh and covered your eyes with your forearm. You did know Nick only wanted to help, but still. His kind gestures irritated you so much sometimes.

"It's already hard enough to be the sick kid. That was my only thing when I was in middle school. I thought now I could step away from it, that I could be someone else. Be known for other things than my messed up immune system." 

You noticed Nick's expression softened once you uncovered your eyes. 

"And I know you want to help and trust me, I appreciate it. It's just that sometimes it feels like you don't believe in me. Like you don't think I'm capable of doing stuff. Instead of helping me become stronger, you keep worrying me with your horror scenarios."

It was now Nick's turn to look all sheepish and guilty. You might have been right in saying he tended to get a little paranoid when you wanted to try new things. He only thought about protecting you. He never realized the effect it would have on your self-esteem. 

"I'm tired of being afraid. I've looked it up, and there are so many people with diabetes who are doing amazing things. I can stay healthy and still be a badass kid who tries new stuff."

He looked up, his eyes holding so much uncertainty and fear. Though through it all, love was the strongest thing in his gaze. He grabbed your hand once again with a tight smile.

"I hear you, I'm sorry. I never thought it would make you feel like this, or else I wouldn't have done it."

"Nick." You gave him a knowing look.

"Okay, okay. I might have still done it, but only because you're my baby sister, and I want you to be healthy and have a long, long life, okay?"

You nodded while tightening your grip on his hand. 

"I promise I will be less overbearing, and I will support you in whatever new thing you want to try."

"Thanks, Nick, and for school, could you maybe not come and do your big brother number in front of all my friends? I appreciate the gesture, but I'm over dealing with the dumbasses." 

He sighed heavily but still agreed to your request. "About that, just a piece of advice. I've learned that sometimes the thing we are afraid will show our weakness or vulnerability only does when we allow it to. Once you reclaim your power and own it, it all switches around. Anyone who has something to say about it will suddenly disappear, or you won't care what they have to say anymore."

You nodded sheepishly. You honestly didn't care about your diabetes. I mean, it could be a gigantic pain, and you would have to be careful for the rest of your life. But all in all, you were pretty lucky. You had your condition mostly under control when you weren't a sassy dumbass, and you had the best support system someone could wish for. 

"Look at me. You're going to be okay kiddo." Your brother squeezed your hand tighter in a reassuring motion. 

You lifted your head to meet his supportive gaze and smiled in return. Yes, you would be okay.

#ilya writes #nick nelson #nick nelson x little sister!reader #nick nelson x sibling!reader #heartstopper #heartstopper fic #nick nelson fic #nick and charlie #alice oseman #kit connor #anon request

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So this exists now, and I couldn't be more delighted. Have a brief Season Two fix-it fic / epilogue, because it definitely needed to exist.

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I Will Face God and Walk Backwards Into Hell 1296 words

Aziraphale felt ill at ease from the moment he reached Heaven. He was always on guard there, ready to be judged harshly, but this was … unprecedented. Trying not to show it, he squared his shoulders and soldiered on. He’d made his clothes presentable to Heaven’s standards in the elevator as usual. He did his best to act as if following the Metatron to an extremely unexpected new post was nothing out of the ordinary.

But oh, the Metatron hadn’t told the other archangels yet. And that interaction went just as well as you’d expect.

They were polite, mostly. A bit shocked, which was understandable, and Michael visibly stopped herself from saying something unwise. Sandalphon did nothing but glare. Aziraphale managed not to fidget purely by force of will.

He told himself to remember the greater good, and he kept regally silent while the Metatron smoothed the way for him. This would be okay. A bumpy start, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He was going to change things for the better.

And he thought he actually could, for a while. There was an office, which was nice and posh, and there were meetings that the Metatron facilitated in which his now-subordinate archangels listened to the many ideas he had for the betterment of humanity. They even agreed to roll some out immediately.

But there were also meetings which the Metatron did not attend, and those were very different. The others talked over him ruthlessly, Michael in particular, and focused on the business of Heaven with little regard for Earth.

Aziraphale suspected that there were other meetings that he himself was not invited to, where they discussed the twice-delayed Armageddon that he was so firmly against. The Metatron still hadn’t brought up the subject of the Second Coming, which he’d hinted at before.

Never mind the fact that Aziraphale had put forth several well-thought-out measures for how to sway humanity as a whole toward the path of good, thus making any kind of conflict unnecessary. And the fact that God still hadn’t made any official pronouncements in a very long time. Aziraphale would have liked to question the Metatron directly on that matter, but he didn’t want to press his luck.

So he focused on doing good. Implementing what changes he could, keeping tabs on Hell’s actions as best he was allowed, and leading by example.

He tried not to think about Crowley. Sometimes it was hard not to, especially when checking up on Hell, but he did try. And he shared his thoughts with no one.

He’d managed to convince himself that he was doing a respectable job of things by the time he arrived at a regular meeting and found that all of his plans had been stalled, and some even rolled back entirely. Michael had a smug list of excuses. Uriel backed her up while Sandalphon grinned, and Saraqael just looked unimpressed. The Metatron acted as if everything was business as usual.

Aziraphale held his tongue and pressed with ultimate politeness for the resumption of at least the most important. Michael gave him the barest of concessions.

After the meeting, he cornered the Metatron in his office and demanded answers, afire with righteous indignation and no little amount of hurt. What was this insubordination, and why was the Metatron going along with it? Why even promote Aziraphale if this was what it led to? Was the role he was supposedly so well-suited to just as a figurehead? Was this God’s plan??

The Metatron was an unflappable as usual. He said simply that Aziraphale was welcome to ask God herself, if he doubted Her wisdom. The assumption was clearly that he would back down, shrink back into himself like he’d always done, and let the rest of Heaven have their way.

Instead, Aziraphale regarded him steadily. “I think I’d rather like a chat, if you please,” he said. When the Metatron didn’t move, he gestured for him to get on with it.

Aziraphale wasn’t privately sure who was calling whose bluff, but he stood tall while the Metatron went through the motions of requesting God’s presence. Was this even how it was done these days? He had no way of knowing. He pretended that he did.

A column of light shone into the room. The Metatron’s flourish for Aziraphale to proceed was more than a little sarcastic.

Aziraphale kept his cool and spoke into the light. He asked of his plans to improve humanity’s moral standing, to turn the Earth onto the path toward an endless Eden, with no need for war and no place for Hell’s influences to gain a foothold. He spoke of the resistance he’d gotten from the other archangels. He even spoke of thoughts he’d never shared with anyone: that someday even demons might redeem themselves enough to be forgiven. He could certainly cite one example that deserved it. He didn’t look at the Metatron as he said so.

Finally the voice of God filled the room. “You mean the Archduke Crowley? He’s served his purpose. Hardly doing much to redeem himself these days.”

Stung, Aziraphale demanded, “And is that part of your ineffable plan??”

The smile in God’s voice was absolutely infuriating. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, Aziraphale. Now why don’t you get back to work and do as you’re told?”

Aziraphale gaped, lost for words.

When the Metatron chuckled condescendingly and started forward, Aziraphale held up a hand.

“No,” he said to the Metatron. Then he repeated, “No,” to the shaft of light. “In fact,” he continued, making the first rude gesture in Heaven since Crowley had pulled one behind Michael’s back. “Hell no,” Aziraphale hissed, setting both of his middle fingers alight with holy fire.

He held them up proudly and strode backwards out the door while the Metatron sputtered and God was silent.

(If there was any ineffable snickering at how well this was playing out, God kept it strictly to Herself.)

Aziraphale continued walking backwards through Heaven, fingers held aloft and aflame, now with his wings spread for maximum emphasis for anyone who was watching. Judging by the gasps from all sides, many were. He didn’t turn his head.

The escalator down was slow, but he was patient. He simply angled his arms upward at all the staring faces. Then when he reached the ground floor, he stepped to the side and continued downward.

An angel glowing with holy fire blazes quite a trail in Hell, even one walking backwards.

It didn’t take him any time at all to find Crowley. The door opened behind him, and he finally lowered his hands to turn around. He let the flames go out.

Crowley sat on a throne much more grand and terrible than the ostentatious chair in his old flat, with elaborate robes patterned in snakeskin echoing the scales that crawled across his face. His eyes blazed yellow. His expression was stony. Minor demons cowered on all sides.

Aziraphale gathered himself, saying nothing.

Then he did the dance.

“You were right. You were right. I was wrong; you were right.”

He held the final pose while Crowley quirked an eyebrow.

“Very nice,” said the demon, starting to smile.

Aziraphale stood and held out a hand with an answering smile. “I hear Alpha Centauri is lovely this time of year.”

Crowley was silent for just long enough to make him doubt, then he surged to his feet, shedding robes and pretense as he crossed the room. Ignoring Aziraphale’s hand completely, he grabbed his fancy shirt and kissed him deeply. His teeth were sharper than usual.

Aziraphale found that he quite liked it, and kissed him back. The scandalized noises of the crowd of demons faded away as they left to just be an “us.”

#making it look like an institutional problem #Good Omens #fanfic #I will face God and walk backwards into hell #such a delightful mental image #that I of course want to draw now #my writing #this was fun #GO season 2 #BTW they can of course still get that cottage in the South Downs afterward #all things are possible

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Read on { AO3 } - Part 1 of 2

Rated: E

Summary: Draco and Hermione have been easy roommates - that is, until Draco finds a list of her deepest desires.

OR

Draco finds Hermione's list of sex kinks and he makes her read them to him one by one...

Warnings: Smut/Dom Draco/Only Smut/Like Really, There Is No Plot

Excerpt:

Draco stared at the absolute gold in his hands. If it were to have a monetary value, he’d have guessed it would equate to all of the Galleons sitting in Gringotts.

One might think - Draco, did you just find a rare jewel? An archeological treasure, perhaps?

It was something better, in fact.

In his hands was a paper, authored by Hermione Granger, given the single best title in the history of British literature: Wish List.

He’d just found a written confession of Granger’s deepest sexual desires.

Granger. His celibate roommate, who had yet to bring another man over to their flat since she’d moved in two years ago.

But Draco didn’t have long to peruse her list before he felt a soft female body collide with his with such force, it knocked him onto his back. He saved himself by his elbow, which kept him propped enough to extend his hand out and keep his precious find out of her hands.

“No, no, no.” Granger was practically moaning in desperation as she squirmed over his body to fetch back her secrets.

She was gaining leverage as she slid up his body, and Draco needed to think fast. Still holding his treasure high above his head, he wrapped the other around Granger’s waist and lifted himself so that he could flip them around, pinning her to the ground beneath him.

Chest heaving, and understandably at a loss, Granger quickly gave in, collapsing onto her back.

Draco was silent for a moment, almost giddy with his newfound proof that his prim and proper roommate was actually a bit of a.. minx.

“So,” he began, grinning in his victory.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Hermione cut in. She didn’t move from her spot beneath him.

“Oh, but such a find as this is just begging to be discussed.”

Hermione brought her hands up to hide her face and gave a shake of her head.

“Care to explain what it is I’m looking at?” he asked, shaking the plastic paper in his hand.

She brought her hands down abruptly to reveal a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes. “Don’t act as if you’re simply curious, Malfoy. I know you better than to think that you don’t plan to hold this against me.”

“I have no idea what you’re on about, Granger. I’m just checking in on your - sexual wellbeing, is all. It’s what we roommates do for each other.”

Her hands flew back to her face. “That isn’t true. I could care less about your sexual wellbeing,” she said.

“We all have a wish list, Granger.” He shifted his body so that he sat across from her. Granger remained lying down. “Granted, most of us keep our list within the confines of our thoughts so as to avoid such situations -”

“I write everything down,” Granger said defiantly. “You know the saying - ’Paper is to write things down that we need to remember. Our brains are used to think.’”

“Who said that?”

“Einstein.”

“The muggle with the hair?”

“The very one.”

“Ah. Well, Einstein clearly never had a list of sex kinks, now, did he?”

Draco dodged the notebook she just tossed at his head.

#dhr fic #dramione #Draco malfoy #Hermione granger #harry potter #Dramione fanfic #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #roommates to lovers #blackmail #list kinks #dhr drabble

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Hi!! So I've seen you account recently and I really would like you to write Felix x reader when the Reader is always so guffy and childish. So they are sick like they have very bad fever, almost faint and they are weary weak and Felix take care of them and sing them lullaby them by singing and rocking them please.

Hello! I hope you will like what I wrote! 🤗

Lullaby

Summary: A lost girl gets sick and goes into Felix's care

There was a problem with her, he was certain of it.

Girls who came to the island were not that joyous and happy to be there, unlike some of the lost boys. But there was one girl, Felix noticed, that seemed to be always in a cheerful and lunatic mood. If anything, the girl spoke in riddles sometimes which annoyed him a lot. He wished that Pan would kick her out but the leader of the lost boys found her amusing and often participated in her riddles and jokes. And don’t let him start on her puns. They were bad. But, in a way, she grew to like him. He had been forced to spend time with her and when he looked things her way… well, life was not that bad and horrendous.

The problem he thought about was just after they went back from fishing: she accidentally had fallen into the lagoon and was shivering cold as she walked back to camp. He had grown worried when she didn’t come out of her tent the next day, and asked one of the girls, Sadie, to go check on her. He was even more concerned when Sadie came back and told him she looked very faint and not very well. No one had been sick on Neverland for a very long time and it didn’t help Pan left to attend some business elsewhere. The responsibility fell into his hands to take care of her. He acted like he would have liked someone else to do it, but deep down, he was quite scared that she got ill. How could this have happened? Was she going to be okay?

Since none of them had been sick in a very long time, Felix had appointed himself as the guardian of the sick girl. For once, he will be able to slow down a bit, she wasn’t needy and the others were so afraid of catching a cold from him, so they avoided him, which was the greatest thing that ever happened to the second in command. It was just easy, he could get away without doing much of his own chores.

But as the days went by, she showed no sign of gaining her strength back. The lack of sleep she experienced was also very strange and concerning. Felix couldn’t help but worry if her state was going to get better. It was not in his nature to get so anxious about that someone, but… she was a different case. He found himself missing her strange humor. He went as far as asking Tinkerbell, the fairy without wings, a remedy for her and got quite irked by her teasing.

“You wouldn’t go that far for someone, not even Pan. What’s so special about that one?” She had mocked as she handed him some kind of tea. “It should make her better in some days, make sure she drinks it twice a day.”

He kept thinking about what she said though. It was true he never considered the others lost ones because he simply didn’t care. She was different for a reason, he was getting soft on her because she was very sick. Yeah, that was the reason. He followed the instructions to make her the tea and brought it to her after everyone had gone to sleep. Even if he cared, he didn’t want the others to know it. They would immediately turn that affection of his against him, going as far as informing Pan as soon as their leader will come back.

Penetrating into the tent, he tried to stay strong and not to share some words with the sick girl. It was very difficult: (Y/N) really didn’t look well. She laid on her cot, snuggling some fur blankets and clearly looked in pain. She perked up when she heard him approaching with the steamy cup. He handed it quickly to her.

“Drink.”

Her shaking hands took the cup from him and he was surprised when she drank all of it fastly: it didn’t smell the greatest but perhaps she trusted him and his remedy? That was all so strange. He couldn’t help but put his hand on her forehead, she was still going through a fever. Felix hoped Pan would be back any day now: he couldn’t stand taking care of her… Or rather, he couldn’t stand her being in constant pain and not being able to help.

Pulling a stool that was in the corner of her tent, he sat down and just waited for any improvement from her health. She was trying to sleep but wasn’t: she moved like a little worm in her bed. Felix released a sigh, indicating his light frustration from not being able to help.

“You can leave if you want.” Her soft voice reached his ears and he hummed at that, his eyes focusing on her tired face. “I wouldn’t want you to be sick because of me.”

“I would have been ill for a long time by now. And you don’t get to order me around.” It was easy to hide everything behind his cold face. But it was hard to pretend he didn’t care and never felt emotions. He liked his hard shell. “You are cute but not that cute.” He muttered under his breath without thinking.

“So you think I am cute?” She spoke with a smile and he blushed. She had heard him. He needed to get the upper hand again.

“Shut up and sleep.” He hissed and attempted to not be bothered by what she told him.

“I can’t. Sing me something.” She mumbled as she snuggled her covers once again.

He snorted at her comment. What did she think he was? A troubadour? A opera singer? He was none of those. This was such a ridiculous idea, so why was Felix even trying to find something to sing to her?! This was madness. He closed his eyes and sighed once again, wondering if he should leave or not. But he wanted to stay with her. He didn’t think she would be that annoying though.

“I don’t know songs.”

“A lullaby then? Anything to soothe me to sleep?”

He knew one, in his own native language. He felt shy suddenly and wondered if she was going to judge him for what he was about to do. The second in command felt also some kind of shame: what if the lost ones hear him? He knew the girls wouldn’t make a fuss about it but the boys? He would be dead, laughed and mocked at. But (Y/N) was sick and in pain, and he wanted to do something good and kind once in his life.

“I may… know one. But you wouldn’t understand it.” He confessed, fiddling with his fingers to soothe his own anxiety.

“I don’t care. I just want something else to listen to other than the snorting and nature.” She complained, her back facing him. At least she was not looking at him.

“Erm okay.”

It was embarrassing, very embarrassing. He wanted to dig a hole and lay there. Felix gathered his thoughts, trying to find how the lullaby sounded. It felt like someone was singing it to him, a woman’s voice. His mother perhaps? It was not the time to think about the past, but luckily the lyrics went back to him.

“À la claire fontaine

M'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle

Que je m'y suis baignée

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai

Sous les feuilles d'un chêne

Je me suis fait sécher

Sur la plus haute branche

Un rossignol chantait

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai

Chante, rossignol, chante

Toi qui as le cœur gai

Tu as le cœur à rire

Moi, je l'ai à pleurer

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai”

His voice was gruff and wobbly as he sang the lullaby. It was hard to speak his native language with someone who couldn’t understand him and it had been a while since he had spoken it. His accent was non-existent, so that was good, he thought. He hoped she was fast asleep, he couldn’t see it. (Y/N) had made no comments so he stopped mid-song, his voice hoarse and dry. Felix was at least relieved she was asleep, singing had been a nightmare, he even wondered why it was not raining yet.

Standing close to her form, he smiled when he realized she was indeed asleep. Now, he was free to go and guard the camp. As he left the tent, he considered singing to her a little more. Maybe even make a place for her in his cold and steel heart.

#ouat #ouat felix #ouat felix x reader #ouat peter pan #ouat neverland imagine #once upon a time felix #imagine felix ouat #ouat felix imagine

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Entrapment - Chapter 10 (Remoulding)

Please do not read this fic if this is not your cup of tea. You have been warned, by clicking on Keep Reading means you have understood the warning. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

18 +

You cooked some spicy gram flour dumplings you had been craving all day. You were sitting in the dining hall. Thomas came and joined you. He sat opposite you, his face not revealing anything that he was thinking, his blue eyes observing you.

“I made it. You want to have some?” you asked him, offering some dumplings dipped in curry. He nodded. You served a tiny portion of spicy dumplings and a whole lot of rice, knowing he could not handle a spicy dish. You told him to pace himself.

He took a bite, and his face turned redder than the beetroot.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Spices, Thomas”

“How can you eat this? I need water, no, I need milk, fuck” he exclaimed.

“Frances, Mary, anyone, could you get me some milk” Thomas shouted like a toddler.

Mary came running with a glass of milk. Thomas snatched it and drank it whole in a gulp. You smirked, seeing the feared gangster of Birmingham tear up because of spices.

He looked at you incredulously when he saw you eat the same dish without even breaking a sweat.

“What? I had a craving…Also, you know that I don’t like bland foods. I like spicy stuff, “ you explained. His face softened. He ate the food you served, but with a lot of water.

“I want to discuss a few things with you, Thomas.”

He gestured for Mary to leave.

“Tell me, darling, what do you need?”

“Firstly, I hope you know I won’t be quitting my job” He nodded. He knew how fiercely independent you were. Making you quit your job won’t do him any favours.

“Secondly, I would like for us to maintain a strict schedule with Charlie. He needs stability. We need to meet with his paediatrician and check his growth and get his vaccines, and I want to get him tested for allergies and some usual kid stuff. Additionally, Aaliyah has been working overtime, and her Masters is suffering. Could you compensate her for the time?”

You listed your requirements. He kept staring, listening to you, observing you. He felt pride fill his heart. You were extraordinary. You had taken everything in stride, not an evil bone in your body. You had taken your responsibilities as a stepmother more seriously than Grace ever did as a mother. You weren’t shallow. You never played him, never had an agenda. You were simply you.

Thomas was busy in his thoughts, his eyes taking you in, his wife, the queen of Birmingham.

Storm came thundering inside the dining hall towards you. You smiled brightly, genuine happiness adorning your face.

“Hi, baby, how was your day? Did you enjoy the grounds?” you squeaked in high pitch. Storm excitedly licked your face very cautiously, his paws on your thighs, offering you all the kisses you missed. He may also have smelled food…

He saw Thomas. Storm went and greeted him, too, trying to swindle some food from him.

Thomas called Frances. By then, Storm decided he had had enough of the Shelby. He greeted Frances, who petted him before addressing her employer. Storm sat down by your side, his head on your lap, giving you puppy dog eyes, damn those eyes.

“Has Storm had his dinner, eh?”

“Yes, Mr Shelby, Storm has eaten. Would you like me to get you something?”

“No, I am good.”

“Mrs Sh…Y/N, would you like something?”

“No, thank you so much, Frances.”

Thomas relieved Frances for the day. You got a message from Aaliyah.

“Thomas… let’s go and say good night to Charlie. He has been fed and bathed, and it’s his bedtime in a few minutes…”

He nodded and followed you and Storm.

You knocked on Charlie’s door, and Aaliyah opened it, surprised to see you both.

“Mr and Mrs Shelby…”

“Aaliyah, we came to say good night to Charlie..”

She nodded and opened the door widely. Charlie was standing in his crib, clearly cranky.

“Oh, hello Charlie…” you greeted the toddler. His attention was on the giant dog.

“This is Storm…” you introduce them.

“Omm”, he exclaims.

Storm got excited, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Thomas picked him up, kissing his cheeks, murmuring hello. Charlie leaned on his father, clearly exhausted from the day.

You felt like you were intruding on a very personal moment between a father and son. When Charlie fell asleep, Thomas put him in his crib. Storm whined because he didn’t get to play with the tiny human…

You shushed Storm, letting him out of the room. He trotted away to your room.

“Aaliyah, could you wait for us in the sitting room?” you asked. She left hurriedly.

“Thomas…stop scaring her”

“How am I scaring her?”

“Could you smile a little bit… put her at ease…”

“If you say so, darling.” you rolled your eyes at the moniker.

You joined Aaliyah in the sitting room. She looked fidgety.

“Aaliyah, there is no need to be nervous”, you smiled.

“Give us a schedule that works for you…and if you need additional help, let me know”, Tommy addressed her. You glared at him, “…please” Thomas added reluctantly like a scolded child.

“Yes, Mr Shelby…”

“Aaliyah.. if you need anything, reach out to Polly. We support education. Shelby Foundation will sponsor your studies.” Tommy informed. Aaliyah’s scared expression turned grateful. She had never had a chat with Tommy Shelby for more than five minutes that didn’t feature Charlie—seeing this different, approachable side of Tommy made her at ease. Every employee in the house had pointed it out, but she’d never seen it, but tonight she saw a man who had changed for the better, the woman responsible for this change wasn’t even aware of it.

His wife had made lives better for people before she came to this manor. You weren’t even aware of the role you played as a catalyst for so many changes around Tommy. A man who was feared and respected had become loveable for the people of Birmingham, all thanks to a bird named Y/N Y/L/N.

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[fairlyabookie]

Generosity

Author's note: Day 7 of February Prompts! Enjoy!

Content: royal! reader x commoner! Ruggie | childhood friends

“You must be mistaken, [Reader]. A lowly commoner like me can’t simply wield a weapon.” 

Ruggie frets, his gaze fixated on hazy reflections from the waters below. Telltale figures of swimming fish and aquatic flora tickle his feet, the life of the warbling stream vibrant and intriguing than he thought it would be - coming and going oh-so-freely until they reach the end of their journey. Ruggie watched with longing, wishing he could be as free as the flying birds in the sky or the swimming fish by the stream - a life where he didn’t have to worry about so many trivial things and carry many burdens on his shoulders. 

[Reader], a childhood friend whom he had met on a whim, kept a smile on their lips. 

“Ruggie, you said you wanted to provide for your family, right?” 

He took a step back, not wanting to look at the eager expression he saw on the water. 

“Yes..” 

He wasn’t sure what his friend was entailing, but it seemed to be an unpleasant suggestion from the looks of it. Though they had been, at the very least, attentive and kind towards him, he didn’t want to overstep his welcome by burdening them with too much of his worries. 

“Perhaps you can conscript to the military! They have a list of benefits from free housing for their families, free annual check-ups with doctors and specialists, and education for the kids! Though you don’t have to be fighting in the frontlines, I can talk to someone to put you in a different position!” 

By this proposal, Ruggie had to do what he did best: refuse profusely. Enticing as it was, [Reader] was already doing so much for him. Ruggie knew too much about the type of characters with wealth or high social standing: they were overbearing with constant offers with money or a sort of benefit that enticed their customer. For [Reader], they were a firstborn, the next in line for their family’s dynastic rule. 

“I can’t simply make you go through the trouble! My family is fine as they are. They can manage themselves, thank you.” 

His words came rushing out, a stream of words that were almost incomprehensible to the ear. 

A pout furls at [Reader]’s lips. 

“Now, Ruggie, I want to help you in the best way I can; my family wants me to rule the people fairly and give them the best a ruler can provide. Starting with you, Ruggie - I want to provide you the best, so you can live easily.” 

Ruggie was troubled. 

“Don’t use me as an experiment, [Reader]. We’re clearly different in status, you an heir to the throne and me just a commoner you just saw on the street.” 

“Ruggie..” 

He hated the way the reflection of [Reader] looked pitiful at first glance. 

“I appreciate the offer, [Reader], really. The benefits are nice and all; I just don’t see myself being a military guy. Besides, I’m happy with where I am right now, despite the work I do every day.” 

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything more, the anguish of hurting [Reader]’s feelings from his previous statement troubling him deeply. Regardless, he smiled to himself, a tiny sliver of satisfaction stemming from the thought of his family living comfortably under one roof, sharing happiness and memories together. To his surprise, [Reader] stands up, their silhouette towering over his. 

“Well, the offer still stands if you want to take it, Ruggie. I understand you’re going through a lot right now.” 

The heir awkwardly shuffles out, sparing one last glance over their shoulder. 

“Sorry if I imposed on you.” 

He didn’t feel right partaking to [Reader]’s plentiful resources, but alas, he thought this generosity was simply them being nice to him. That’s a first. The boy muses to himself, surrendering to the cooling waters of the stream by his feet, ceasing all lingering thoughts about [Reader] for the languid rhythm of water and the surrounding nature. 

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[starlightkun]

romance is dead ❧ teaser [kun]

❧ teaser word count: 861

❧ warnings: just some cursing for the teaser!

❧ genre: fluff, modern magical creatures au, fantasy au, college au, vampire kun, human reader, ft. various other magical weishens, “uh-oh one of us drank a love potion” trope but with a twist, same universe as strawberry sunday

❧ extra info: this work is set in the same universe as strawberry sunday but can be read as a standalone! there is no continuing plotline between fics in this universe, they simply take place in the same world/magic system and may have overlapping characters (neos may pop up in more than one work!)

❧ estimated release: saturday, july 8, 2023 2:00 p.m. eastern time

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ explore the strawberry sunday universe more here!

It was dark out when you eventually left Kunhang’s apartment, the review guide completed, and your brain just a little fried from all that math. With your backpack slung over your shoulder, and keys in hand, you took off down the sidewalk for the short walk back to your own home.

“Y/N.” A voice suddenly saying your name from right beside you made you jump out of your skin.

“Oh, shit!” You exclaimed, clutching a hand to your chest. When you whipped around to see that it belonged to a familiar face, you took a deep breath before greeting him. “Uh, hi, Kun.”

He remained quiet.

You kept talking, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder to calm yourself down, “Sorry about all that back in Kunhang and Yangyang’s apartment, by the way. I know it was stupid of me to drink something in a witch’s fridge that tasted off. That part was on me.”

“Are you walking home?” He questioned, focus rather intense on you.

“Yeah, my apartment isn’t far.” You gestured in the vague direction of it.

A deep frown etched itself into his features, “By yourself? It’s rather late.”

“I know! What if another vampire sneaks up on me?” You gasped teasingly.

“Will you let me walk you home? Please?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh, uh, sure. Thanks.”

The two of you walked side by side in silence. You shifted your bookbag from one shoulder to the other when your muscles got tired.

“Is that heavy?” Kun asked.

“I mean, kind of? My laptop’s in there, and a couple notebooks; Kunhang and I were doing this review packet for a Calc test,” you explained.

“I can carry it for you.” He held a hand out expectantly.

“Oh, you really don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Uhm… okay.” You pulled the bag off your shoulder and handed it to him by the strap. Honestly, you wouldn’t be too terribly surprised if he ran off with it. Him robbing you seemed about as likely as him randomly offering to walk you home and carry your bag for you.

Kun effortlessly slipped the bookbag on. It looked out of place against his slacks and dress shirt/sweater combo, especially with your multiple cute character keychains that you had attached to the zipper.

He dutifully carried it all the way to your front door for you, where you gratefully took it back. You were very excited for tonight to be over. Between studying, the potion debacle, and now this incredibly awkward interaction, diving headfirst into your bed sounded like exactly what you needed.

“Thank you, Kun, I’m just going to—” You cut yourself off when you were finally able to see his face clearly in the security light outside your apartment door. His crimson irises were nearly gone, entirely swallowed by inky pupils, and he was pulling at his shirt almost as if he were fanning himself to cool down. “Oh my god, Kun, are you okay? Your pupils are… blown. I’d check your temperature, but I don’t think vampires can run a fever, can you?”

“I… I’m…” He didn’t even finish his sentence, biting down on his bottom lip, and holding up a finger in a gesture for you to wait a moment.

You didn’t know too much about vampires, nor whatever ailments they could possibly get afflicted with, but you did know somebody who probably would. Bringing your phone out from your pocket, you started flicking through your contacts list, “I feel like I should call Renjun. He’s a Magical Creatures Studies major. Uhm, he was able to figure out why Dejun stopped producing fire for a weird two weeks last year. He might be able to help. Here, let me—”

“No, I’m fine. I know what it is.”

“Oh. That’s good. What is it? Is there anything I can do?”

Kun straightened back up, hand going to smooth out the wrinkles in his sweater that he’d caused by pulling it at. “I believe Yangyang’s love potion was successful in a way he did not intend.”

“Kun, seriously, I don’t feel any—”

“I do.” He cut you off sternly, focusing his darkened eyes on yours.

“You…” You breathed out, eyes widening.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I apologize.” He bowed his head. “I tried to control it as best as I could. But yes, I suddenly started experiencing extremely strong romantic feelings for you earlier tonight.”

“O-Oh.”

“I should go, I’ve seen you home safely.”

“Right, uhm, goodnight, Kun,” you nodded to him, too stunned to say much else.

You clenched your jaw not to make a noise of surprise when he picked up one of your hands with his much colder one. He bent over nearly ninety degrees to press a feather-light to the back of your hand. If you had a free hand, you would’ve pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming yourself into a rom-com right now.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he gently let go of your hand before taking a step back from you.

After fumbling to unlock your door, you practically ran inside. Oh, you were going to kill Yangyang.

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[portgasdst4r]

༄ Megumi confessing his love to his childhood best friend

Warning: None, fluff & fluff, mention of making out very quickly lol, Characters are all aged up :), pictures aren’t mine

Megumi X GN! Y/n

Preview: Megumi tries to find a way to confess to you in his way but mess up cutely.

INSPIRED BY : You get me so high by The Neighborhood’s

It’s my first JJK fanfic 🫠 hope y’all like it hehe <33

Everyone could clearly see that Megumi was crushing back on you, even though he tried so hard to not show it. He would blush when grab his hand to lead him somewhere. He would steal glances at you when you are wearing a cute outfit. He would get all worried when you get injured during a mission or training.

He was always looking forward to spending time with you. He would get upset and grumpy if you cancel your usual “study nights” (which was more you annoying him and clinging into him, he will never admit to you that he loved it).

You both were friends for years. You met around the time Gojo took him under his wings. Being Satoru’s little sibling, your parents started your training at a young age, so eventually you were at school often. You would only leave for a week each month to see your parents, but the rest of the time, you spend it with Megumi and his sister.

When someone would ask Megumi about you, the first thing that came through his mind was how lovely you were as a person. You two were kinda opposed. You were more energetic and extrovert, while he was more reserved and introvert. You always made sure he felt included with your other friends. You always check up on him when he’s not doing well. You showed him the love that he never received from anyone. He always feel so grateful for you being in his life.

On another note, being the brat that you are, you never hid the fact that you had feeling for him. When people asked you what was your type, you would simply point at him and playfully tease him. You would always find a way to touch his body with a hug or by holding his arm or fingers. He didn’t mind at all, he loved it. He didn’t consider himself as a touchy person but when it came to you, he was craving those small touches you do. You would flirt with him time to time and turn him into a blushing mess.

He loves the way you smile, the way your hair smells so good. It’s like whatever you do, he feels dumbfounded by how in love he is with you. Eventually, he tries his best to hide everything under his grumpy stoic facial expression.

You two relationships had always people talk and wonder your status. Megumi and You have kissed before, and at time, even made out. Nevertheless, Megumi never wanted to go further with you before being sure of his feelings and making things official with you. You never knew the reason, you simply thought he wasn’t ready for the next step. You both kept those stuff private and would simply answer , to the others, that you were just friends.

They didn’t really believe that tho.

Megumi felt that time was running out with his confession, when he saw other students at school hit on you. Often it was the older students who would comment on how pretty you are. Then, they would ask you if you wanted to go to the city with them or hang out. Sometimes you would say no and other time you would say yes, because why not. You often didn’t know they were subtly flirting with you. But Megumi exactly saw through it and he couldn’t help but feel jealous. It didn’t help when Panda made a comment that made him panic internally.

-I thought y/n and you had something, but they seem to hang out a lot with this sempai. You rejected them ?He asked Megumi.

Megumi only starred at him and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know what to do. The thought of telling you he liked you back, was messing up with his heart and mind. How could he possibly tell his childhood friend, he liked them. He knows your feeling for him, but what if you changed your mind and he took too much time. What if you didn’t like him anymore.

He took the decision to confess to you tonight no matter what. He wasn’t going to let everything get ruined because of his shyness. After rumbling ideas on a piece of paper in his room, he texted you to meet him at your usual spot in the forest where you both usually stare at the stars.

When he came, he saw you there scrolling through your phone lying down already. A huge yawn left your lips and he chuckled softly, making you notice him. You smiled like usually when your eyes met his figure. He smiled back and laid down next to you.

-Missed me ? You teased him as you put your phone down.

-Kinda, he replied in his usual calm voice.

-We haven’t watched the stars in the while. We always fall asleep early this days, because of our missions, you commented as you put one of your arm under your head.

-True… Y/n?

-Mmmh?

-You like The Neighborhood’s, don’t you ?

-You got me tickets ??!

You exclaimed excited to the thought of seeing your favorite band live. His facial expression froze to your sudden burst of energy. You quickly understood it wasn’t that. You laid back down blushing slightly embarrassed. You were already imagining the both of you on a concert date. Next time maybe…

- I-..I just found that song and umm it made me uh think of uh you and kinda me , I don’t know. Do you want to hear it?

He said nervously as he avoided eye contact with you. His face was flushed with a pink blush. You giggled wondering why showing you a song would make him so nervous.

-Yeah sure, you replied enthusiastically.

He sighed and grabbed his phone searching for the song in question. You closer your eyes enjoying the fresh smell of the forest and the quality time you had with Megumi.

You recognized the song: You get me so high by The Neighborhood’s. It has been a while since you heard the song so you didn’t really remember the lyrics or the song that much. You figured he wanted you to focus on the lyrics as he said it made him if you and him(?) not sure about that, because it wasn’t so clear.

-It would be funny to see you high, you randomly commented earning a scoff from him.

-You always have to add your little comments. Focus, it’s that part I wanted you to hear.

-Okay, okay. Sorry sir.

You retorted with a laugh. Megumi just decided to ignore that you called him sir for the sake of enjoying a cute moment with you.

“We should stick together, you are my best friend and I love you forever”

Your heart skipped a beat. You side eyed him and he wasn’t looking at you. Did…. Did he just friend zoned you with your favorite band ..? You were confused and suddenly your heart was aching. He really friendzoned you… You felt like crying. You wanted to leave and go back to your room.

You sat up and faced to your silent Megumi started to panic internally. The vibe was suddenly heavy and your smile disappeared. He was going to open his mouth when he suddenly saw a tear leave your eyes. He froze.

-Y/n…? Why are you crying?

He asked in a broken whisper, as if he was scared his voice could hurt you.

-Did you just friend zoned me? You asked him feeling slowly empty. His eyes widened in a way you never saw.

-Huh?? What do you mean ??he asked confused.

-the song…it said you like me as your best friend…I respect it but I’m idk… I’m shoc-

-Wait what? I saw them more like you are indeed my best friend no? We are together since we are young… I want our friendship to continue but …lovers can be best friend too…no? I want to love you as my best friend and lover. That’s what I meant!

He started to quickly explain himself while you just sat there confused. So, did he just confess to you?

-Are you confessing to me?

-Yes! Y/n, i like you. I want us to be official. I’m so stupid, I didn’t want to make you cry. Sorry, im so bad at expressing myself.

You sighed and a weak chuckle left your lips.

-From all the way I imagined you confess to me, I think that was never on my mind. How can u mess up a confession like that-

-In my head it was romantic…

You smiled softly at his blush self. He hid his face behind his hands because of the embarrassment. You got closer to him and hugged him tightly.

-It’s okay, and yes I do want to be your lover.

You felt him sigh and his arms slowly wrapped around your waist. Megumi felt that at that moment it was his happiest moment. He left a quick kiss on your cheek as he pull out from the hug. He stood up and gave you his hand to grab.

-let’s go back.

You looked up at him and grabbed his hand and pulled him on you. He fell on top of you and you pushed his body softly to the side. You lead your head on his chest and wrapped an arm over his waist.

-let’s just stay like this for a moment.

Who would thought him confessing to you was going to end up so messy. He smiled at himself and pecked the top of your head.

-sure.

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[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 10|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

A/N: It's so crazy to think that we're already at 10 parts, you have no idea how happy it makes me that people are actually interested in this short story of utter filth XD, I love the support so much and all the oneshot requests!

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi props himself up with one elbow and stares down at Evelyn, she was still embarrassed because of her behaviour earlier, she had promised not to let Levi know that he could make her feel good. His fingers caressed her cheek, a soft smile playing on his lips as the high of sex still filled him.

"For someone who hates me so much you sure you had no problem taking my dick."

Evelyn glares at him with indignation but he can't take it seriously with her deep blush.

He chuckles and kisses her forehead. "Maybe now that you realize what I can offer you won't be stupid and try to escape again."

"I won't Levi-" She says quickly.

"Don't play dumb, I know you would try in a heartbeat, which is why in the morning you're coming with me to work. If a fortress can't keep you in check then my boot will." He let that sink in a moment before pulling her close to his chest and falling asleep.

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The next day Levi struts proudly into his office, his wife on his arm, he enjoyed all the looks others gave him. He enjoyed the whispers of people who were curious as to who it was married to the famous Captain Levi of the Scouts. To those who knew who Evelyn was it swelled his ego that everyone knew she belonged to him. She was his.

He kept her in check by the firm grip on her arm, and the gear her wore under his uniform. One false move and he would at least threaten to end her life. In reality though he would simply cause her immense pain. Thankfully he didn't think he'd have to do this since she seemed to get the picture. When he brought her into his office he sat her on the small sofa, she was dressed up only for him. Her maroon dress was cut just low enough he could get a glimpse of her cleavage but no one else could, the half sleeves hiding the worst of his bruises, as well as the tea length. She was stunning as always.

After an hour or two he glanced at his watch and then up at her, she was staring at her hands, not daring to move out of place. His chest swelled with pride at her obedience.

"You've been so good," He waves her off nonchalantly. "Go make my tea, no one has been able to replace you in that regard."

Evelyn seems surprised that he would allow her to do that but she didn't need to be told twice. She slowly rises from her chair and exits his office, making her way down the halls to the small officer's kitchen.

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Petra had entered the kitchen to start Captain Levi's tea and was caught off guard by Evelyn there beating her to it. Her looks hadn't changed in the slightest, but something in her manner and the way she carried herself definitely had. She wasn't as happy as she used to be, optimistic, and her ever present smile was gone. If this was the case then it made sense why Levi had shown no interest in Petra, clearly Levi desired that moody and brooding personality more than a cheerful one. Although it would be annoying now that Petra would have to change her personality again to match Evelyn's in hopes of getting Levi's attention.

Since Evelyn wouldn't strike up conversation first like she normally did Petra was forced to at least try and be polite. "I can make his tea."

"No thank you, I've got it." Even Evelyn's voice was quieter, like she had closed in on herself. This could be a good thing though, a boring girl would never keep the Captain's interest.

"Since you retired I've kind of taken over doing it, he's very particular and I'm sure you don't remember how."

"I didn't retire Petra, I've just been taken temporarily off active duty. Which means, I still have rank over you and can decide who makes Levi his damn tea."

Goodness was she infuriating, it was if she knew deep down what Petra was planning.

"I just think you should relax and not exert yourself, I don't think you know how much he cares about his tea."

Evelyn places the cups on the tray with a fake smile. "Oh trust me I know."

Petra feels herself losing the argument so she grabs the tray. "I insist, let me." She tries to hold back the venom in the words.

"I said I've got it." Evelyn tries to pull it back a little but not enough to spill it.

"It's easy Evelyn, just give it over-"

Evelyn huffs and pushes the tray towards her. "Be my guest, you can have him." She turns on her heel and walks out.

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Levi looks up as Petra enters with his tea, confusion coming to his face. "Where is my wife?"

"Evelyn said she just had to go to the bathroom so I made your tea for you so it wouldn't be late."

Levi picks it up gingerly and tastes it, maybe Petra had been paying attention finally since this time it tasted like it should. "Thank you Petra."

Part of him worried what would happen if he wasn't watching Evelyn, but he was sure she wouldn't get into too much trouble.

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Evelyn hurried down the halls as quickly as her high heels could carry her without looking suspicious or tripping. Thankfully she had been down these halls many times and knew exactly where she was going.

She knocked urgently on Erwin's office door, not letting up until he opened it with his one arm, looking at her surprised.

"Evelyn, this is a surprise, won't you come in."

Evelyn hurries inside, sitting down and collecting herself and catching her breath.

Erwin closes the door and strides back to his desk. "Now. How can I help you? Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you, I just need to talk."

"Yes of course, what is it?"

"It's Levi, Erwin I don't know what happened to him but he's nothing like you know. He's lying to you, he lied to us both about this marriage. It wasn't just a sham, he consummated it, he made me consummate it Erwin. I didn't have a choice. Since then he's kept me locked away and forced himself on me time and time again. He's obsessed with the idea of getting me pregnant and loses his mind if anyone who's a man looks at me. I tried to escape once and he threatened to beat me senseless. And while he hasn't done it to the point of senselessness he has beaten me many times if I "talk back" or "misbehave". I need help Erwin, and you and Hange are the only ones I have to turn to. I know Hange can't do anything but as Commander of the Scouts you can, you can arrest him, court martial him, the whole nine yards. Please Erwin, I need you to help me, I'm begging you to believe me. I know it sounds crazy from the Levi we know but I'm telling you it's true. Please just, believe me."

Erwin is silent for a long moment, so long Evelyn's heart is pounding in her ears. The silence stretches on longer still until finally Erwin straightens up and leans towards her over the desk.

"I believe you." Was all he said.

Her eyes brighten. "You do? You don't question it? Oh thank you Erwin- thank you so much-"

He nods, standing. "I think I know what's best for you. If you follow me everything will be alright."

Gratefully she stands and follows him, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to avoid drawing attention to herself. She puts her trust in him completely.

Finally they come to a door and he opens it, making Evelyn stop in confusion. "But wait this is Levi's office-"

He looks down at her coldly. "Yes it is." He says before shoving her inside.

Levi looks up with first confusion and then annoyance. "What is this?"

Erwin blocks her escape. "It seems we weren't clear in our deal Levi, control your wife. She came to my office begging for freedom. Control her or lose her." He turns quickly and leaves.

Levi turns his attention to her. "What am I going to do with you?"

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