#im going to bang my head into my desk until i break it

[meechatuck]

Once again, I am almost in tears over trying to draw this beautiful man's nose. Why oh why do ya gotta do me dirty like this Hector?

#im going to bang my head into my desk until i break it #its been a shit day so im sure that has to do with it #but #OH #MY #HELL #why is your nose so hard to draw 😭 #tts hector #art problems #why do i do this to myself

[urf1lterr]

lovesick | pedro pascal [3]

"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."

next chapter: [4] previous chapter: [2] series masterlist

summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.

pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader

genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually

word count: 5.7k

status: in progress

author's note: in my head i have a certain way this story ends- but thats farrrr from this chapter. i couldn't stop laughing while writing this. i might have to rethink my ending bc i don't wanna make this series looooong. not edited.

Brutal banging on your bedroom door was not how you imagined to be awakened, especially when you were barely endearing maybe four hours of sleep.

Jolting up, you could feel your shoulders begin to ache as your severely tangled hair got stuck on the insides of your shirt. The shades in your room being shut, you had no sunlight whatsoever so you weren't sure what time it was.

Not like you needed to be anywhere important on a Wednesday- not until later anyway. Wednesday's were your arranged day off from school so you made sure to plan something productive to not feel more useless as you already were.

Typically, you were scheduled to work on these days- but we all know how that ended.

Thinking about your unemployment status aggravated you. The same day you were told you were going to be cut was actually your last despite being scheduled for the rest of that remaining week.

Oh how you wish you could say you didn't show up because of your stubbornness.

But frankly you had covid.

Not only did that job fire you, but they gave you a thoughtful farewell gift of a deadly virus to remember them goodbye.

Guess they took their storyline a little too seriously.

However, you did receive a few texts from your old coworkers wishing you well. At first, you wondered if Finn disclosed your personal medical information after you contacted him, but Jules admitted to doing so, swearing she only told Joon with the likelihood someone overheard and the rest was history.

Sadly, you barely talked to Pedro and Bella anymore.

The duo did reach out once they discovered you were sick and Bella would occasionally send you tiktoks at the most randomly times. But again, occasionally.

Pedro, on the other hand, never got back in touch after his 'feel better' text.

You weren't exactly distraught over it, it wasn't like you two made it your mission as friends to go out every day. But the thing was, you still did that when you worked together. Barely seeing him for a few seconds on some days in the past still meant you got to see him, but now you don't.

And strangely you miss him.

You always heard your coworkers discuss how considerate and down to Earth he was whenever they managed to work with him and you agreed. All the stories of him being one of the rarest, mindful human beings were true.

He was always the one spamming you with texts, but the only messages you received now were from your roommate, Joon, or the deals sent by your favorite food places.

But you weren't going to think too much of it. He's an adult, his days are always scheduled with new projects. You can't blame him for not making time for you.

Two weeks later here you were, using your extra free time to your advantage to stay up past midnight watching shows like Hell's Kitchen while eating ramen noodles.

The only con was you had the tendency to wake up late all the time.

Yanking the warm covers off your body, you slowly slip out of bed trying not to hit your desk by how poor your vision was at the moment. Opening your door, you give daggers to the other person behind it. "Is there a reason why you felt attempting to break my door was necessary?"

Jules sheepishly smiled, lightly rubbing the door in remorse before continuing. "I just wanted to remind you about our study date!"

"That's at 11."

"It's 10:32," she replied, pulling her phone out and showing you.

Gasping, you shut the door in her face before searching for clothes to wear. How could you possibly sleep in?

Actually, it was quite easy with American Horror Story having amazing plot twists. You decided to switch up your late night shows every now and then to spice things up.

But you were certain you turned on your alarm the night before. You must have slept through them. Damn, you were turning into Jules.

Quickly running to the bathroom to take a quick shower, you managed to finish the rest of your routine with ten minutes left to spare. You were certainly glad you could always count on the city's nonstop traffic as an excuse for your late arrivals.

Once you were able to catch a cab, which was a tremendous struggle considering your hand signals weren't clear enough to apprehend, Jules and you made it to a coffee shop a few streets away.

Being your designated place to study, you had to introduce Joon to it. He was practically the fifth member of the group, the third one being one of Jules' friend you frequently talked to and the fourth being the one you shared with Joon.

The best part about this cafe would have to be that it was two stories. You guess you could say you used the upstairs room conveniently when it came to debating, definitely not being afraid to raise your voice when your friends believed disagreeing with your opinions was acceptable.

"I didn't know a triple meant three shots of espresso," Joon pulled a disgusted face as Jules and you arrived to your familiar large booth. Sliding right next to him, you saw the coffee he was drinking was extremely dark. "I thought it meant three shots of creamer."

"For a guy who is phenomenally smart, you are phenomenally stupid," you heard your shared friend, Yoongi, comment after looking up from his notes.

The next hour consisted of the five of you centralizing your attention on your individual work before you decided you wanted to buy a coffee as your energy slowly drained away.

Walking down the stairs and placing a swift order, you stood to the side of the counter waiting as they prepared it. Scrolling through your phone to pass the short time, you felt someone near you.

"Hey, covid girl!" you heard a man exclaim, causing you to rush and shush him before the customers begin giving you the eye. "Long time no see."

"Don't expose me like that! I'm negative," you flush, tapping your fingers on your face to cool it down.

"Don't expose me," he clarifies, taking two steps back. "You're the one who's sick."

"Was," you groan, not standing for his teasing this morning. "Stop messing me with me, Nick. I am just a tired, broke college student who can't take anymore mocking in their life."

Nick chuckles, not denying that may be the case. He understands how you're feeling, he was once a student and knows how stressful it can be. Honestly, he can only imagine how tough it is now compared to when he last attended.

Inflation was no joke.

"I take it you're studying?" he eyes the large black frames on your head and the thick headphones around your neck. You only nod, making him laugh. "Very studious I see, it's a shame they let you go even after I told them not to. You could've done our taxes."

Pulling a forced smile, you just raise your right shoulder slightly not really wanting to talk about it much.

"Good thing I am very understanding," you joke.

"Hell, I wouldn't be," he curses, shaking his head briskly. "The least they could've done was offer another position while we left the country."

"When are you guys leaving anyway?'"

He looks up at the ceiling, trying hard to remember the exact date before clapping his hands. "The 3rd of next month."

"Three weeks from now? Are you ready for the cold and the snow?" you laugh as he shakes his head.

"Dealt with it growing up, don't wanna do it again," he groans before a barista calls out his name for his coffee. He excuses himself for a minute, grabbing the coffee along with a few napkins before walking back to you. "Have to get back to filming, they only gave me a half an hour break before we change scenes. Good look in university, kiddo. If you ever need anything you always have my number."

With that, he retreated back outside but not before sending you one final wave. You loathed the fact you missed them, but you had to get over it.

Grabbing your coffee once your name was called, you walked back up the stairs to find your friends staring at their own laptops as if they were going to breakdown in tears any second.

"When I tell you I would rather give up one of kidneys than learn about screenwriting," Jules weeps, pulling her hair in distress. "I just wanna tell people what to do, not write stories."

And that's how your whole study session went, one of you having your own malfunctions for the next few hours before the five of you agreed to end it.

"I am going to get a refill, meet you by the door?" Jules asked as you packed up your school belongings. You nodded, allowing her to walk downstairs with her friend as you stayed behind with the two other boys.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Joon called out as the three of you were making your way down the stairs. "I'll be out in a jiffy."

With that, Yoongi and you were stuck around a large crowd of customers trying to get their coffees in this 5 o'clock chilly evening. And one thing about these customers, they loved to push.

"If one more person hits my arm a brawl will unfold," Yoongi proclaims, making sure to raise his voice a bit to make his point come across. Which did nothing as he was granted another push in his arm in return.

Moving you head towards the exit, you made it clear to Yoongi that you two were better off just waiting outside unless you wanted to continue being compressed by total strangers whose been god knows where.

Feeling Yoongi's loss of touch from your shoulder, you sensed a group of friends rudely crossing between you both in order to make it to the front of the shop.

It amazed you how people had no manners in public places.

"Ah!" you shriek, feeling somebody aimlessly hit your body hard, knocking the wind out of you as you fell on your side.

That was until arms wrapped tightly under your upper arms, barely being able to stop your whole body from touching the ground as you felt you legs lay across the cold floor.

With the strong pair of arms effectively pulling you up, it caused you to slam your body against their unknown chest as the mob of customers didn't seem to die down any time soon.

Trying to find some stability, your eyes widened as your peripheral vision was met with a broad chest that you were too scared to figure discover who it belonged to.

This could either end with you meeting the love of you life or encountering a complete weirdo.

Moving your gaze upwards, you were met with familiar brown eyes that creased slightly as a gentle smile was released.

Okay, the second option was indeed your answer.

"Pedro? You fucking scared me!" you pushed him away, slapping his chest as he whined in response, clutching it in pain. "I was going to grab my pepper spray!"

"I see you're still satan," he glared as you crossed your arms. "No 'thank you for saving my severely mentally mad life from the mass of people who could've stamped over me'?"

Expressing an infuriated expression as he scared you, you begin to walk away from him but he quickly pulls you back into his arms and stares down at you. "Why are you leaving?"

"My friends are outside," you declare as he peers over the crowd to see who you were talking about.

He glances back down at you before pushing you straight by your waist, causing you to trust his guidance as he directed you backwards until you were against one of the walls to avoid being crushed again.

"Wait, my friends-"

"You wear glasses?" he slightly grasps the frames propped on your face, generating a strike from you. "What a dweeb you are."

"Isn't this a question you can ask through text?" you remark, causing him to purse his lips at how mediocre you were being.

"Oh come on, kid! I haven't seen you in weeks, it's my right to ask questions," he defends, giving you a staggering look as you sighed.

"And my glasses were the first thing that came to mind? Very clever."

"Would you rather me ask why we say 'cool' when it's not really cold?"

Studying his face in pure boredom, you set out to march past him but he pushes your shoulders back again, forcing you to stay put. "Sorry! Just trying to lighten the mood."

Scanning past him, you tried to locate your friends but to no luck they were absent. Glancing back up at him, you take a deep breath. "I really have to go before they leave me stranded a-."

"I can take you home," he instantly speaks up. "I know where you live remember."

Laughing, you disagree with his proposal. You arrived with Jules, you were leaving with her. But you were curious as to why he hasn't left you alone. It surely couldn't be just to chat about corny jokes-

Actually, you've had many of those conversions in the past.

"Is there a reason why you aren't letting me escape?" you blurt out, making him tilt his head suspiciously, trying to figure out what you were speculating.

His body language became edgy as he motioned his palm out in front of you. "I just so happened to drop by for some coffee and ended up being tackled by you," he confessed, making you scoff. "We haven't talked for some time, I wanted to check up and see how you were doing."

"I am as happy as a clam," you let out a radiant smile, making him squint his eyes and direct them to the side.

"English, please?" he pleaded.

"It means I am very happy," you respond, standing up straighter as he questioned you longer with his eyes as if he didn't believe a single word you were saying. "Everybody knows that expression."

"They really don't," he denies, giving you an awkward smile by your strange dialogue. "Anywho, I've been wanting to talk to you."

"Then why didn't you call?" you accidentally spit out, shutting your mouth as you grasped how bitter it came out.

He caught onto the sound of your tone, registering how unhappy you must've been for abandoning you friendship after strongly bonding for two months.

But he couldn't let you believe he did it on purpose, he had a reason. One that he was finally going to disclose after fighting battles until it was finally approved. "I was preoccupied with something else, I really am sorry," he apologized. "But I was going to reach out today."

Uncomfortably shrugging, you don't put too much thought into it. You didn't want him to assume you were upset, but you had a feeling he could sense it by how tense you were becoming.

"For what?"

He looked around before averting his eyes back to your own, grinning widely. "So I think there's a chance you'd be able to get your internship back."

Standing up straighter, you stared at him dumbfounded. What the hell was he talking about?

"How? They already terminated our useless contracts," you argue. "Why hassle making another one."

"Work for me," he ignores your sour tone, getting straight to the point.

This was why he didn't have time to communicate. Too busy trying to find ways to convince his own boss to keep you, it led to him being in a bad mood after failing each attempt.

He couldn't talk to you knowing his plan went wrong.

After the constant begging, whines, and even going out of his way to format a ridiculous petition as to why you should stay, which centers all interns because he didn't want to throw himself under the bus for you- the main producer eventually gave in.

"You want me to work for you here when you're leaving the country in a few weeks?" you narrow your eyes, confused as to how that was going to work out in the end.

"I was going to sneak you into my suitcase."

"What in the world are you rambling about?" you exhaled sharply.

Pedro grinned brightly as he held onto your shoulders again, "Come with us to Canada."

"No," you quickly answer, not even processing fully but you knew it could never happen.

There was no possible way you could ever go through with this. For one, you can't even leave the country. You parents were so strict they'll probably smuggle drugs in your luggage so you'll be gunned down and locked into the country.

Second, well there really isn't another reason- your parents were enough.

"Oh come on," he whined. "It'll be great! You'll gain so much experience like you've been wanting. Plus, you'd do more hands-on work with the film crew. Think of it as a student exchange program."

"That's literally not what a student exchange program is."

"Stop rejecting the idea. You go to school here, yeah? I assume you're taking classes online because you basically lived at the studio," he implied and you slowly nodded. "We can adjust your schedule to where you'd have time to work and focus on school."

Silently looking to the table nearby, you began digesting what he was going on about. It wasn't a bad idea, but it wasn't an easy one either. "My parents would never let me."

"Give me their number and I'll convince them," he persuades and you sway you head. You wanted to laugh in his face if he really believed he could make your parents agree.

"No," you fight back, watching him exhale loudly by how restrained you were being. "I k-"

"What would Matt Healy do?"

Immediately shutting your mouth, you freeze as he catches you off guard. He did not come to play and knew you well enough to use your weaknesses against you.

He knows Matt Healy would easily agree- that man was literally the devil's spawn.

And god, you just knew Matt would be disappointed in you if you didn't go.

Curse you and your infatuation over this short English man.

Luckily, your thoughts disappeared as you felt a tap on your arm. Looking up, you see Yoongi breathing heavily as Pedro eyes him, unsure if you knew him.

"There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere! My god the lecture your friend gave me about losing you-" he groaned, shivering. "-I was certain she was gonna file a police report."

Slowly averting his eyes to the older man beside you, Yoongi's face fills with curiosity. "Hey, aren't you that one guy from that Netflix show..." he stops, looking up as he tried hard remembering the name. "Narcos!"

Pedro's eyes shoot open as he tries to innocently stretch his body, purposely blocking your view of him, "No." Secretly waving his palm across his neck, he sends Yoongi daggers to keep quiet. Stiffly turning to you, he becomes flustered. "But don't watch that show."

Raising a brow, you decide to drop the random topic and focus your attention back to your friend until you heard another person shriek. The three of you searching to where it came from, you find Namjoon stumble between people, trying his hardest not to fall face first on the floor.

"A jiffy later and I'm back," Joon winks once he's released from the mass.

Pedro scrunches his face. "Jiffy?"

Joon breaks out into smiles once he notices who was with Yoongi and you. "Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? Did you miss us that much?"

"I don't think it was you he missed," Yoongi muttered, making Pedro send him a questionable glance and Joon tilt his head, not sure what he meant.

Wanting to leave this now weirder conversation, you step forward and grab onto Yoongi's shoulder. "Let's go, I wanna breathe." Turning your attention back to Pedro, he swiftly moved his eyes from your hand to your own. "Text me if you need anything else."

"Only you," he sends you a cheeky smile making you blush by how nice he was being. Yoongi glanced at the two of you, dazed as what you two were implying.

Staring at him, you waited for him to say his farewells first so everybody could leave already. Waiting for one, you never received anything but his quiet stance and gaze stuck on you.

It felt strange not feeling the strength to walk away- not even the strength but the need to go anymore as you couldn't take your eyes off him. It also wasn't only you as he couldn't help but bear comfort from the sight of you.

It felt like the both of you were interacting to each other in your minds.

"Are you having a staring contest?" Joon questioned, making your your consciousness come back to life as you looked back at him. Pedro's gaze weakened, but they were still on you as yours was unfortunately long forgotten.

"No," you laughed, now gripping onto Yoongi harder. "But seriously, let's get out of here. See you whenever, Pedro."

Watching as you stayed close to your guy friends in hopes of being secured through the populated room, he sighed to himself. He was sure your friends might confess their own intuitions to you and perceive him as a creep.

The sad part was he knew why your particular friend would have his suspicions. He never knew his age would have that much of an effect, but he never hung out with people that young before unless it was for a project.

Shaking these thoughts away from his head, he chuckled to himself. He shouldn't care about what other people thought, the two of you never engaged in anything but friendly encounters.

He just despised his gut feeling as if he was doing something wrong. People are making him feel this way, that was guaranteed.

But he feels awful how he keeps trying to find ways to see you, too embarrassed to think about the things he done just to see you for not even a minute.

He's just never had a friend like you before. It was nice.

"I can't believe he's offering us a job like that!" Jules exclaimed as Joon and you nodded. Yoongi lived in the opposite direction so he made his departure a few minutes ago as well as her friend. "I can't go."

Widening your eyes, you stared at her. "What? Why?"

She laughs before pointing at herself. "You think I'll be able to properly manage school and work in another country? I barely did that these last two months- I'll just be partying it up at hockey games eating gravy with fries."

"You mean poutine," Joon corrected.

"Same thing," she rolled her eyes. "All I'm saying is, being home made me realize how much I love sleeping. I would rather give that up when I graduate and actually have a real adult job."

She did have a point, she really enjoyed her naps.

"I'll consider it," Joon spoke up, putting his hands inside his hoodie as the three of you continued walking. "Doesn't sound too bad, it'll look good on resumes."

Smiling, you nodded. You weren't sure why you even dared to be happy about this when you were the one wanting nothing to do with the idea not even a half an hour ago.

You just knew your lord was giving you a disapproving glare from the clouds.

Within the next 20 minutes, Joon went his separate way home as Jules and you arrived in front of your shared apartment. Rushing to the bathroom, your roommate excused herself for the next hour for her 'needed' relaxation.

In other words, a bubble bath.

Turning on the tv, you sat down on the couch swiping through boring news channels until you decided to switch to Netflix. You still had to make time for Evan Peters before the night ended.

Clicking on the current season you were on, Freak Show, you began thinking about how massive Evan Peter's hands were. How can his girlfriends survive.

The thought freaked you out, this really was a freak show.

Soon, the next episode began featuring Twisty the clown more and you were terrified by how huge he was. He could crush you with a flick of his fingers.

Knocks on your door alarmed you, making you slightly jump and look towards the bathroom. Your roommate's music was softly playing in the background meaning she probably couldn't hear the blows on the door.

Slowly standing up, you grab the bat you keep near the door, in case someone tries viciously murdering you in your doorway, and go on your tiptoes to see what kind of stranger needed to pay a visit in the middle of the night.

Well, it wasn't even 7 o'clock in the evening yet but you get the point.

Gasping at the sight presented through your little peep hole, you promptly unlock the handles before extending the large door wide. "And why exactly are you here? Miss me that much?" you tease.

Not receiving an answer, you scoff. "Are you really giving me the silent treatment? You're hurting my feelings."

When he didn't react to that either, you felt your face drop. Slowly striding towards him, you notice his head was low as he stared at his shoes. Placing your right palm softly on his left shoulder, you felt him glance up.

Did something happen during your short time apart? Was he in trouble?

Knowing it was really you in front of him, Pedro lunged his body onto yours before you could stop and think about what was happening. Colliding his lips upon yours, you felt your thoughts drift away as he steadily moved forward and made his way inside your warm apartment.

Stopping to swiftly shut the door, you had no time to take in a full breathe before his mouth found yours again. Clutching the back of his head, probably pulling his hair out, you groan as his nails claw your exposed waist, your shirt slowly inching up more and more as the seconds went up. Slipping his tongue inside you, you felt the way his nose hit yours as dominance took over.

He wanted to control all of you.

It wasn't until your legs began wobbling from the long standing when his hands lost your waist, instantly making contact with the back of your thighs, squeezing them, soon allowing them to suffocate his sides. Following his lead, you pull your lips back before diving them to the corner of his jaw as he groaned, walking to god knows where.

You figured out where once you shrieked as your back made contact with your couch, his palms widening your legs in a hurry before situating himself on top of you. Surprisingly, the difference of weight wasn't an issue as he clinged harder against you, moving his hand behind your neck to pull it down, making sure to make you feel the pain of the slight hair tugging.

"What are y-" you softly choke, voice coming out in whimpers as he ignored you. Latching his lips to the top of your chin, he stuck his tongue out, dragging it gradually down your neck as your back arched, needing to feel closer to him if that was even possible. Your wish was his command as he hastily pressed himself against you, making you groan in surprise.

Making his way lower, he passes your neck down to your chest while his hands found their to your collarbone, smoothly rubbing the area up and down before clutching onto it harshly as he continue down his path. Something about the way his soft fingertips applying pressure near your neck as his lips kept kissing the rest of your body had you in wonders. You couldn't believe this was happening.

It wasn't until you felt his mouth near your exposed waist that made you completely lose it. You had long forgotten that Jules was in the room next door when you gasped, feeling his teeth swipe against your skin. "Shhh," he whispered against your lips as a way to silence you. "Don't want to let your friend know I'm here now, do we?"

You could only stammer shaky sounds as he planted a few more deep kisses, slowly pulling away and feeling the wetness of both your mouths descend down. He gave you one last dark gaze before returning his mouth on yours, loving the feeling of the dampness between your faces.

His mouth opening wider, he began intensively tasting you, swiping his tongue around your lips as you tried to keep up with his eagerness. Not giving you much time to catch his pace, you could feel how wet he was making you.

No, he was literally drowning your face.

Pulling back, you squint your eyes and take a few seconds to adjust to the poor lighting in your living room. You were met with dark, green eyes.

Lady Gaga.

Shrieking, you grab the black, green-eyed demon on top of you and throw her off, causing her to let out a loud hiss with the immediate sounds of footsteps following afterwards.

"Lady Gaga!" you hear Jules squeal in her pink robe, wrapping the nauseating cat in her arms before turning to you, giving you a look of rage. "Did you throw her?!"

"She licked me!"

Jules scoffed harshly before hurling a nearby pillow at you, allowing it to hit your face in full force before stomping back to her door and violently slamming it shut.

You fucking hated that cat.

Laying back against the couch, you rubbed your red face in humiliation. Not only did you have an intense dream about Pedro but you're pretty sure you just had a full on make-out session with a cat.

Groaning, you couldn't believe what was happening to you. Why would you dream about him-

No- why would you have one doing not so child friendly activities?!

You just know you'll never be able to face him with a straight face, too embarrassed to even be near him now without thinking about this moment.

It wasn't even like you thought about him in that way- you didn't.

Maybe your time of the month was approaching or you were in desperate need of a date because there's no way any normal human being would fantasize over some older man that way.

Okay, maybe it was possible.

But that was definitely not you...even though you just did. Although, you did see the comparison between him and Lady Gaga.

They looked kind of alike- right? Same whiskers.

One thing that was certain was you were never going to tell anybody about this. If people believed for one second you had feelings for him, which you don't, you'll never hear the end of it.

He was not your type nor close to your age. It would never happen.

Sighing, you close your eyes and silently send out a prayer to not engage in another session with the demonic cat. Maybe sleep will make you think clearly once awoken and abolish all these wild concepts floating through your head.

But once you were actually awoken, your mind still wasn't clear- or maybe it was because the pounding on your door ultimately pulled you from your slumber.

Stretching your arms, you scratch the top of your head as you try to open your eyes but it was no use, you were way too tired to fully engage with anybody right now.

Completely avoiding looking through the peep hole, which was a red flag on your part, you swing the door open to find a man who looked like Pedro standing on the other side of it.

Groaning aloud, you slap yourself as he takes this by surprised, not sure why you just did that.

How are you having another dream about him? Was this the bad luck needed after scoring tickets to your favorite band? Is this some kind of sick revenge someone has against you?

Pointing at Lady Gaga, who was dressed up as Pedro, you rudely spit out the words needed to be said. "You are just a cat. Nothing happened between us."

With that, you step back inside, ignoring Lady Gaga's attempts of trying to gain your attention by waving their arms in front of you. Making your way to your room, you see Jules walk out of hers.

"Who was that at the door?" she questions, hearing another round of knocks appear.

You tiredly wave your hand in nonsense, denying that thought. "It was Lady Gaga, go back to bed."

Jules sends you a bewildered look as you enter your bedroom and face-plant on your cozy bed, allowing sleep to reel you back in. Turning her head, she looks at Lady Gaga who was sitting casually by her bedroom door.

"She is turning fucking nuts," she whispers to herself before swiftly opening the door to reveal a very confused Pedro. "What's up?"

Pedro's concerned face takes over his actions as he jumps to his eager questions. "Is y/n okay? She thought I was a cat."

Jules shrugs, rubbing her eyes with her palm. "Who knows, I think she's getting over her coffee hangover."

Pedro carefully nods, still skeptical as to what happened to you. What did you mean nothing happened between you two? Did something happen that he wasn't aware of?

Were you hiding something from him?

Gracelessly gesturing his leave, Pedro walked quickly down the hall as Jules stood there for a moment too tired to comprehend why he paid the apartment a visit this early in the morning. The sun was barely out, why did he come?

After shutting the door and taking a seat on the couch, she laid back and stared at the ceiling. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but for some reason a strange intellect emerged out of nowhere.

She shrugged it off, instantaneously knocking out, too exhausted to conquer her suspicions.

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[michelleleewise]

this may be a strange request but i couldn’t get the idea out of my brain, this could totally be a multi part or just a one shot.

my idea was that the reader (female) was taken & sold from jotunheim at a very young age, in my head it was because of her magical abilities and so they could be used / warped for mass destruction, but you could make it whatever you’d like. Now how she’s ended up on earth is completely your decision but id love a little angst for it, the setting would be post nyc take over & rehabilitation by the avengers for loki.

the team is called out to raid an undocumented base for illegal experimental weapons & the last thing any of them expected to find was y/n. Young adult & Smaller than average for a female frost giant. how you wanna shape her personality is up to you she could either be shy, scared and they need to break through to her or she could be a confident & covertly trained weapon who’s worlds just been completely blown because this is the first time she seeing someone who looks like her. she didn’t know there were people out there who did.…

as for loki’s perspective, though he’s come to terms with being a frost giant by blood, he still has his insecurities & thinks blue is by far the least appealing color. so why is it when he sees this mysterious woman, he’s absolutely enraptured by this dark blue beauty???

if it’s dumb im sorry lol🤣

Hiiiii!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this!!!! I'm catching up on my requests!! And absolutely NOT a dumb idea!!! I love it!!!! I am gonna make it multi chapter.....I think one won't be enough. Hope you like it!!!! 💙❄️💙❄️

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Blue Dhalia

Pairing: Avengers Loki x Female Jotun reader

Warnings: mentions of abduction, mentions of torture, forced imprisonment, experimentation, mentions of malnutrition, nothing too explicit.

Summary: for as long as you could remember you were imprisoned and sold to the highest bidder, until a green eyed man changed everything...

Part one-

**dividers by @firefly-graphics

"Hey, get up. Doctor is ready for you." The man said banging on your cell. You slowly opened your eyes, looking up as the door flipped open, the long pole that you were used to coming into view as it hooked to the collar around your neck. "Let's go, I don't have all day." The man said pulling you out. You squinted in the light, trying to get your bearings when you were drug down the long hallway to where the doctor was. You looked at your arms, seeing the experiments from the day before had healed, wondering what they were going to try today.....maybe the heat again....

You were brought into the same room you had spent so many hours in. It was colorless, all grey and white, only a few desks in the corner and a long silver table set up in the middle if the room, restraints hanging from it. They had to change them a few times trying to find ones that wouldn't break. You closed your eyes coming up to the table, trying to think of anywhere else. "On the table freak." The man said yanking the pole. You growled, trying to lunge at the man feeling a jolt run through your body making your muscles stiffen as you hit the floor.

"Are we feeling fiesty today?" The man asked standing over you, your muscles convulsing. "Get her on the table, and remember don't touch her." He called out. You saw two men come over wearing thick gloves, grabbing your wrists and ankles lifting you onto the table slipping the restraints on. "Ok doctor, she's ready" the man called out. You turned your head seeing the man in the white coat come in carrying some papers. "Well well, lovely to see you again." He said walking to the table. "But, I think for your little stunt no dinner tonight." He said setting the papers down. "Now, should we try the heat again today?" He asked making you whimper, you'd rather endure anything then the heat.

You watched him wave his arm, the two men rolling large lamps over, you remember them. You swallowed hard closing your eyes as they turned them on, feeling the heat radiating over you making you gasp. "Ok, keep those on her for a few hours and then I want to try a few things, test her healing." The doctor said walking out. You closed your eyes, trying to remember something, anything pleasant from your life, but all you could remember was pain and heat. Sometimes when you dreamt you would see hills of white, you feet sinking into them as you walked. The cold on your skin as the wind blew through your hair. And then....them.

You could see the ship landing, two people walking out covered head to toe. You looked around seeing you were alone. You still remember his voice "hello little one, want to come with us?" He had asked. You tried to run but they were bigger, faster. You remembered being carried through the ship, the metal box they put you in, the years spent there making you shiver. Your eyes shot open seeing the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. You looked over seeing the doctor come back in. "Is she ready?" He asks the man who brought you. "I think she was dreaming again." He said handing the doctor a knife "Please, she's an animal, they don't dream." He said walking over to the table. "Ok, let's see what you can do." He smiled pressing the knife to your skin. You closed your eyes hoping maybe you would pass out like before.

You laid down as best you could in your cramped space. You were flat on your back, knees bent trying to touch as much of the cold floor to your skin as you could, your arms pressed against the metal walls. You looked at your skin, the deep blue having turned almost grey. You closed your eyes sighing, it would be a few days before the color returned. You tried to get comfortable as to not jostle the cuts along your stomach and chest, healing took longer after the heat, and tried to find some sort of sleep.

You weren't sure how long you slept when you were woken by a blaring alarm and flashing lights outside your cell. You crawled over trying to look but the small slot in the door made it hard to see. "Get the asset, we still need her!" You heard a man yell as the door to your cell swung open. "Come on, we have to go." He said as you pressed yourself to the back wall. "Do you understand, if they find you they will hurt you, I'll keep you safe." He said leaning down. You covered your ears shaking your head when he knelt down climbing towards you "I wont say it again, let's go!" He yelled when you heard a loud bang across the room.

"Where are the weapons?" You heard a man with a deep voice yell out, seeing the man in front of you shake his head before backing up "I do not know what your taking about, we are a research facility." He said to the new man. "We know the kind of research your doing, now answer me." The man bellowed again making you jump. You saw the man run off, a pair of black boots following behind him. You heard several loud noises and yelling. You curled into a ball, bringing your knees to your chest laying your head down hoping it would all stop soon.

After awhile the alarms stopped and everything went silent. You saw the door to your cell had been left open and thought about running, but flashes of what happened last time you tried kept you against the wall. Not long after you heard several footsteps come into the room. "I can't believe you let him get away goldilocks." You heard "I did not let him get away stark, he slipped past me." The louder one said. "Children, can we focus please?" You heard....a woman? You slowly moved towards the front of the cell, peeking out you saw the one with red hear, the one with black boots wearing a red sheet, and a man covered in metal. Two more sets of footsteps had you backing up a bit.

"Loki and I cleared the lower levels....it wasn't pretty." The man said, his arm wrapped in metal as well. "Roof is secure, what did you find in the lower areas?" Another asked, this one holding a shield with a star on it, and a smaller man with glasses. "Experiments, test subjects...all destroyed." The one with the long black hair said. You looked around, there was too many of them to get past, so you slid back towards the wall hoping they would leave and you could try to get out, but you backed up too fast kicking the wall making you freeze. "What was that?" You heard one ask.

You scurried to the back, huddling in the small corner when you saw the black boots again in front of the open door. He leaned down setting a large hammer down as be knelt down, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. He stayed there unmoving for a minute making you nervous "um..brother. could you come here?" He said not looking away from you. "What is it Thor?" Another pair of boots came into view when the other stood up "see for yourself." He said. Your eyes suddenly met bright green ones as the other man knelt down in front of the door. "How..." he trailed off staring at you. "What is it?" Another said as green eyes stood up.

You heard them talking but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. You slowly crept forward seeing them huddled together talking. You looked over seeing the door open, if you ran fast enough you might be able to make it. You looked back at them and took off when the man in glasses walked in front of you "Hey, it's ok. We're here to help." He said holding his hands up. You turned back to your cell, but the green eyed man blocked your way. You looked around trying to find another way. "Just calm down.." the man with glasses said. You saw another door and ran as fast as you could, when the man with the hammer stepped in front of you. You remembered what happens when you touch them....and the consequences....but if you could get through...

You gathered what strength you had left, feeling it surge through you you reached out to grab his bare forearm when someone grabbed your arm pulling you back. You looked down, seeing a large hand wrapped around your forearm. Trying to twist free you watched the hand begin to turn the same color as you. "No, that can't be right, they can't touch you" you thought, looking up seeing the green eyed man, the skin of his neck changing color. You tried to pry his fingers off you when you felt his hand on your forehead hearing him whisper something, your eyes met his seeing they werent green anymore as everything went dark.....

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🖇️. YANDERE IWAZUMI X FEMALE!READER

"Iwazumi p-please put the whip down! I swear I wasn't give attitude!" I whined out, my voice cracks with tears running down my eyes, I was running around the house with Iwazumi following me with a whip in his hands.

The bruises and scars haven't healed up since the last time because I refused to say the words "I love you"

"Cmon Y/n~! Stop being such a bitch and running away and take your fucking punishment like a good little girl yeah?"

"N-no please!" I continued to run up the stairs, almost tripping. I quickly run into a random room and shut the door, locking it. Sobbing, I go to the corner of the room and sat on the floor. Bring my legs to my chest with my arms on top of knees with my head down.  I'm begging for this to be over soon and that Iwazumi will calm down.

All of a sudden, I heard loud banging on the door.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR Y/N"

I began to cry even more, I don't even want to live anymore. The banging got louder and louder to the point Iwazumi just began kicking it., I knew I should have left this relationship to begin with. I grabbed a chair from one of the desk and put it under the doorknob. I look to the side to see a window. I quickly ran over to the window and I start to struggle to open it but it's not bulging.

Please, please, please, please open!

Iwazumi's bangs and kicks got louder as I continued to struggle opening the window. What I noticed was that there was a lock at the bottom but it just wouldn't crack open.

Out of nowhere, it was dead quiet. Almost as if the entire world disappeared without a trace. I wanted to open the door and sprint out but I was way to nervous, what if he was still out there?

Suddenly, I walked towards the door and before I opened the door I stopped myself.

He could still be out there.

I walked back where the window was and starts again on trying to open the lock on the window, fuck why did I have to put myself in this situation.

The door begins breaking into pieces.

"IWAZUMI WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled out.

My eyes widen, there was a hole in the door now, I was able to see the anger and craziness in Iwazumi's eyes.

He had a fucking axe in his hands.

I knew he was crazy

But not this type of crazy.

"You don't want to open the door? Okay well that's fine...I'll punish you so bad you'll beg me to fucking kill you!" Iwazumi continues to hit the axe against the door breaking more holes into it before kicking it down with not problem.

My tears started coming back down my face once again

At this point, I started banging on the window yelling at the top of my lungs.

"SOMEBODY HELP! P-PLEASE! hes...hes GOING TO KILL ME" I sobbed as my words were heard as I threw myself against the window until I felt somebody grabbed me back my hair.

"Well aren't you naughty? Fucking disobeying me? Notice how your actions is going to get everybody around you hurt someday?"

Iwazumi threw me onto the hard floor

"And you blame me for being the reason why Tendou died? If only you just behave~ looks like Sugawara and Hinata is next."

"N-no...please Iwazumi. cmon, don't h-hurt them." I whimpered.

Iwazumi smirked "I don't know...you disobey me, ran away from me and locked yourself in this room. Should I really let this slide baby?"

I don't anybody getting hurt again.

It already enough my disobedience is the reason why Tendou isn't alive.

I got up from the floor and stand face to face with iwazumi, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Cmon Iwa, dont do that...d-dont get your hands all bloody because of me. im sorry."

"Are you really?"

"Y-yes, im sorry for not listening"

"if your really sorry then..." Iwazumi pulled away from me and picked up the whip off the ground. "You could take your punishment...am I right or do we really want two of your closest friends to die tonight?"

"Punishment in anyway you want to Iwa...I-Im sorry for being bad. I love you"

"That's a good girl, I love you too Now...I want you on all fours, make no sounds"

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part 2 PLS IM BEGGING

A/N: Ask and you shall receive anon :)

“He’s staring again.” Robins voice came from beside you at the lunch table, a groan falling from your lips. It had been almost a week since your break-up with Steve and he would not leave you alone. He would either stare at you during class and during lunch or he would try and talk to you.

Honestly, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. The man you thought you were in love with clearly didn’t exist, so you had 0 intention of trying to be friendly with the person who led you on and lied to you for 5 months straight. He was dead to you.

“Come on, we gotta get ready for class.” Your voice was annoyed as you stood up from the table with Robin, dumping your lunch tray and heading towards your locker. As you put in your combination and opened it, you heard a bang on the locker next to yours.

“So, I heard rumors that you’re going on a date and we’re not even officially broken up yet. Is that true?” The cocky voice that resonated from behind your open locker made you roll your eyes almost into the back of your head.

“You know, I was pretty sure it was obvious we were over when I poured a screwdriver all over you in the bathroom at the party. But I guess I wasn’t clear enough. We’re not together Steve. You made it very obvious you don’t want me.” You closed your locker, walking off to your next class. Or so you tried, when your wrist was carefully grabbed.

“You don’t actually believe I meant all of that, do you? I was drunk and goofing off with the boys. You know I have a reputation to keep.” Did he really think this was helping? Of course he did. He was used to girls throwing themselves at his feet. But, you were done with that.

“Oh, so you mean I should brush off the humiliation and pretend you care about me because you were drunk when you were telling everyone how out of my league you are. Okay, I forgive you. Not!” You pulled your wrist away from him and walked off to your next class, hoping that would be the end. However, it was far from it.

While you were sitting in your math class, the boy that you were going to go on a date with came up to you with a black eye, clearly shaken up. “H-hey, (Y/N). I’m going to have to cancel our date tonight. I-I’m really sorry.” Shock was written all over your face as you sat in class absolutely fuming. Your ex boyfriend was out of control.

“(Y/n)! Psst, earth to (Y/N). Your dickhead ex asked me to give this to you.” Robin sneered, her middle finger being showed to Steve as she set the note on your desk. “I only agreed to it because I know you’re gonna tell him no.”

You read the note, sighing. Hey, pretty girl. Meet me outside of the gym later today during free period? -Steve :)

You agreed, sending a wave of shock through Steve and Robin both. “What the- why?!” She exclaimed, looking at you like you had lost your mind. “This is not a good idea. He is clearly unstable. You can’t go.”

“Rob, I got this. Trust me. He won’t be bothering me anymore after we meet up.” You assured your friend, sighing when the bell rang. It was time for you to get Steve off your back for good.

You walked out behind the gym, leaning against the wall as you heard the door open. As soon as you heard the sound, you were met with the breathtaking pair of brown eyes that you got lost in so many times. “You actually came..” his breath fanned across your lips, his body slightly pressing against yours as he rested his arm above you on the brick wall. “I’ve missed you.”

As soon as his lips were on yours, it felt like every nerve ending in your body was on fire. Steve’s kisses always made you dizzy, and now was no exception. Your head was starting to spin until you realized what was happening, pushing him away from you. “No! Stop!” Your anger returned, your breath coming out in short pants. “This! Is over! You ruined it! We’re done!” You glared at him, shaking his head.

“You realize, no girl has ever been able to turn me down. You’re not going to be the first. You’ll give in again.” You let out a frustrated groan at his words, your fist bawling up beside you. “Awe, are you gonna hit me?” His tone was teasing, but you weren’t.

You felt your fist rear back and make contact with his eye, his form stumbling backwards. “Leave me the fuck alone and leave any person I wanna date alone. Otherwise, I’ll tell everyone you got beat up by a girl.”

That last threat stuck and Steve went back to trying to be the big man on campus. He started dating around again, pretending you never existed and you honestly preferred it that way.

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february! eleven— fresh start

essays

childe hates essays, especially if the topic is something personal. childe doesn’t like sharing his personal, innermost thoughts on paper, especially since someone who’s practically a stranger to him will read it.

he was brainstorming on how to make his essay more vague but still somewhat informative? if that was even possible

until he heard his phone ring

groaning, he picked it up and swiped on the ‘answer’ button without even checking who called

hello?

he said in a monotone voice

childe? are you busy?

he quickly stood up at the sound of the familiar voice and a small smile appeared on his face.

lumine! no im not busy at all, why?

he said as he shut down the laptop

in the past few months, childe followed yn’s advice and now he talks to lumine from time to time, wanting to find out if he still has feelings for the said girl

if he does— well he’ll probably confess to gain closure before wanting to confess and pursue yn

if he doesn’t then that’s just fine, he’ll still pursue yn anyway

do you know any of yn’s contact info?

yeah? wait, why aren’t you asking ayaka for any of this??

ayaka hasn’t been responding to my messages and its been like five hours, so since you’re close and all i called you

i also tried on twitter but she wasn’t replying

oh yeah, she said she needed a break from twitter so she deleted the app for now— god knows how long she’ll last without it

just send me her number!

yup, anything else?

nope, thanks

by—

he said as he was cut off by the beeping sound—signaling that the call had ended

he sighed as he turned off his phone, not noticing the messages being sent before the screen went black

you sat there in your room, procrastinating once again

taking a social media break was useless, you had a laptop anyways but still refused to open any apps— you were drained to say the least after everything that occurred earlier you truly needed a break

on your way to the kitchen, you heard people whispering and decided to listen

so we’re renewing their passports tomorrow right?

yes, we need to get ready for the move. we’ll probably leave most of our furniture here, we can easily buy new ones

let’s cherish our remaining three months here, there’s no guarantee we’re coming back unless it’s vacation

how do you think the kids will take it?

they’ll be just fine—

we won’t be just fine

you interrupted them

yn…

you weren’t planning on telling us till last minute again weren’t you?

no honey, we were going to tell you tomorrow—

i thought we weren’t to move until next year?

well we found a way to speed up the process, it’s not like it’s your first time doing this

the last time we did this i lost everything, do you know how hard it is to just suddenly start over??

how do you think my brother would feel about this?

we’re really sorry dear..

save it

you said as you stomped back into your room

which brings us back to now

i have social media now so it’ll be fine right??

it’s not like i’ll lose everyone in the blink of an eye

you bitterly laughed and proceeded to bang your head on the desk

i should tell them before it’s too late

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IDK if your ask for fics is open, but I feel like 'angst with happy ending'.

How about: Silco is usually very protective over his and readers small daughter (eventually Jinx, but i feel like it will be more angsty with a biological child), but this day everything went wrong. Reader is away,chem barons meeting was horrible, *Scar's voice*he's surrounded by idiots etc... so he snapped at his child and told her to stop wasting his time. She's disappeared and he can't find her oh no and reader will be home veeery soon

Yes my asks are open!! Feel free to send more prompts because i LOVED this!! It would’ve been out sooner but my editor decided to take a break halfway thru editing smdh (im kidding if you see this bae I love uuu)

Damage Control

Rating: Silco x gn!Reader - SFW - 3.1k words

Warnings: angst, possible ooc moments from mr. mans

Silco had always had poor pain management. And at this moment, there was an insatiable pounding in his head that he couldn't quite shake. The splitting feeling coming from his head was enough to drive anyone mad, and he was at his limit. The bickering voices of the chem barons echoed through his ears and into his skull, worsening matters.

“Enough,” he finally ordered, giving into his impatience.

They all went quiet, staring at him obediently. The complete submission would've brought him a sort of satisfaction on any other day.

Distracted by the constant barrage of pain, Silco realized he must have spoken with a harsher tone than he’d intended. He softened his voice ever so slightly; not to be merciful, but simply because the sound of his own voice initiated a fresh pounding in his right temple.

“Clearly nothing can be decided when you fail to reach a conclusion on such a simple matter as distribution. We’ll reconvene next week when you’ve reconsidered your priorities.”

Silco nodded to Sevika and stood up on legs two dimes away from trembling. Silco attempted to keep up the facade until he was out of the room, walking with a strange gait. Making his way into a carriage, he finally relented, exhaustion getting the best of him as he leaned his head against the glass.

The sound of heavy breaths filled the air as Silco attempted to go through the breathing exercises you had taught him. You were prone to frequent headaches and had encouraged him to learn how to manage pain with you.

Oh, to have you by his side.

You were currently over in Topside, doing damage control after one of his more… advantageous endeavors had gotten out of hand. The destruction had been devastating, and while it had pleased him in some way, clean up was needed.

You had been slightly cross with him before you had left, a bad night of sleep and unfortunate circumstances weighing you down. Neither of you enjoyed going to Topside, and you were continuously ridiculed by the enforcers despite your connection to him. You weren't going to be doting on him when you got back, headache or not.

It seemed to take hours to arrive back at the Last Drop, even though the rational part of Silco’s brain knew that the bar was only a couple of minutes away.

The urge to drag his feet along the wooden floors and up the stairs was strong, but Silco had a reputation to uphold.

Having finally made it upstairs, Silco poured himself a glass of water. It wasn’t his typical beverage of choice, but whiskey would do nothing to soothe his headache. Taking a large swallow, Silco settled down at his desk, looking with some foreboding at the mountain of paperwork awaiting him. The pounding had lessened slightly, the fresh air in the carriage having done him some good. Preparing to dig into his work, Silco set a pen to paper just as the office door banged open.

“Dad!” A little girl slammed the door open before launching herself across the desk, scattering papers everywhere. The sound of the door smacking against the wall was enough to make his headache flare up again.

A grin wide enough to show off the gaps between her teeth greeted him. His daughter scooted her butt across the desk, settling herself in his lap. Her hands looped around his midsection as she pressed her face into his chest.

Normally the arrival of his daughter was enough to make Silco’s stress melt away, but today was not that kind of day. Silco barely restrained himself from hitting the small child, something he would've done to his underlings had they interrupted him in such a way. Instead he took in a controlled breath, pushing the chair out of the way as he stood up slowly. The girl clung to him, holding her own as he stood up.

“Jinx,” Silco said, purposefully pushing any amusement out of his voice to demonstrate his seriousness. “Please let go of me.”

Unfortunately Jinx didn't listen, instead burrowing further into his coat. “Dad,” she said, her voice muffled. “I had a really bad day.”

“Yes, I know, little one,” Silco said wearily. If it were any other day, he would've run his hand through her hair as he listened to her speak, or even just allowed her to spend time with him, sitting in his lap, her cheek resting on his shoulder while he did paperwork. But not today.

“But I really need to work.” He slowly peeled away the girl from his body, her pleading eyes failing to sway him. Silco turned around to pick up the fallen papers when he felt the little girl jump on his rounded back.

Breathe, he repeated to himself, trying not to let his impatience run away from him. He grabbed her hands, still wrapped around his shoulders, and pulled them off. He heard the sound of a sob behind him, but ignored it as he began to gather the papers. In addition to not wanting to enable her tantrums, you had always said it would be best for Jinx’s development if he allowed her to self soothe. A louder wail sounded before a full-blown scream was let loose from the little girl’s throat.

Silco’s headache was not kind to him, ripping into his head with a throbbing pain. Whipping around, Silco saw red.

“Do you not understand that there are other people, Jinx? That your problems are not the only ones there are in the world?” Silco felt regret with every word he said, but the pain was in the driver's seat and he couldn't bring himself to shut his mouth. “I have more important things to spend my time on. You are wasting that time, you hear me?”

Jinx’s eyes watered but she refused to let the tears fall, her lip trembling with the effort of keeping her emotions reigned in. Silco felt his heart soften ever so slightly as he took a step forward, arms reaching out to her.

Jinx’s eyes widened, a tear streaming down her face as she flinched away. Silco felt sick then, watching her scramble to her feet and race out the door. Falling back into his chair, Silco rubbed a hand down his face, sighing wearily.

As he had said, there were more important things to do, and he might as well get them done while he waited for his daughter to calm down. He gathered the papers and set to work.

—-

It was late when Silco finished, the pile of papers towering high above his desk. Silco set the pen down, flexing his fingers to release the tension. After doing a few preliminary stretches, Silco set forth, his daughter’s room his final destination.

He tentatively knocked on the door with two knuckles, with no response.

“Hey bug, I know you don't want to talk to me, but I’d like to know how you’re feeling.” There was no response so he continued. “I had a bad day too, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry.” The silence on the other side of the door was deafening. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Silco knocked again, and when there was no response, he tugged on the handle. The doorknob gave easily and opened; it wasn't locked. Surveying the room, Silco’s heart dropped. The room was clean - as clean as a seven year old could keep it - and empty.

Silco opened the door wider, stepping inside. “Jinx?” Silco’s search became more frantic as he couldn't find the little girl. The closet was empty, the space beneath the bed full of dust and forgotten toys. Anxiety began to crawl up his throat.

“Sevika!”

Sevika arrived shortly, as dedicated as usual. “Yes?”

“Have you seen Jinx?”

Sevika shook her head. “I only saw her leave your office and head to her room.” Silco sighed, sitting down on the bed. There was a patch that was still warm. If only the goddamn window wasn't open and the sounds from outside weren't so loud, he would be able to think clearer.

Silco’s eyes snapped open as he slowly turned to the window. The window, which was open. In two quick strides, Silco was there, leaning over and looking outside. There was no trace of the little girl, and Silco’s heart stopped.

“Sevika.” Silco turned around. “I want everyone who can be spared working on this. Jinx needs to be found.”

“Of course,” Sevika said, turning to leave.

Silco slumped once she had left the room, burrowing his head in his hands. After taking a few deep breaths to situate himself, Silco got up, smoothing out the wrinkles on the bed. If - no, when - Jinx came back, she wouldn’t be happy to see her room in disarray, even if it was only a few wrinkles.

Silco left the window open. If Jinx had left of her own volition, she would most likely come back through where she departed from. And Silco couldn't think of any of his enemies who’d be nimble enough to scale the side of the Last Drop, meaning he could leave the window open without stationing a guard to watch. Although it would be convenient to have someone stationed there to notify him if Jinx came back.

Silco set off to find someone to post there, immediately disrupting them from whatever they were doing with a firm - angry, almost - command.

With Sevika back by his side, notifying one of his messengers to get the closest people on duty looking, the two of them split up.

Silco had never really assigned people to stay by Jinx’s side; he knew that she needed to protect herself and that her best method of learning was through trial and error. That meant Jinx knew that when he sent people out for her, he meant business.

Maybe that's why Silco was finally feeling the effects of anxiety kick in. Jinx was gone, most likely because of him. Who knew what his enemies could do to her before she was found? Besides, his headache seemed to be worsening with the stress.

He swept The Last Drop with Sevika, feeling the guilt eat away at him every time he opened a door and was met with nothing but stale air.

Settling down on a barstool, Silco ran his hand through his disheveled hair, which had fallen down from its styled position. While normally under such extreme duress Silco would allow himself a drink, it felt unfair for him to indulge in something as mundane when his daughter’s whereabouts were unknown. Perhaps it was a form of self-flagellation, refusing to allow himself the slightest bit of release as long as his daughter was missing.

Waiting was hell. There was nothing Silco wanted to do more than to run into the streets screaming Jinx’s name for everyone to hear. However, Sevika had instructed his people to meet back in twenty minutes, even if they hadn't finished the sweep of their assigned area. And, having finished looking in the bar, there was nothing Silco could do but wait for his people to give their reports.

Silco heard the sound of the door opening, a tinkle of the bell alerting him to the presence of another. If Silco wasn't so drained, his headache a dull ache in the back of his head, he would've turned to look.

It was only when he felt arms twining around his shoulders did he look up from his slumped position. Silco looked up into the mirror behind the bar, seeing not only himself in the reflection, but you draped over him, clad in Topside appropriate attire.

“Hey,” you murmured in his ear, perhaps enticing in intent, but Silco could feel the exhaustion rolling off of you in waves.

“Hey,” he replied, attempting to replicate the sound of normalcy. A failed attempt, he realized as he felt you stiffen behind him. You drew up, dragging your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. You looked back at him in the mirror, your expression suddenly stony.

“What did you do?” Your voice was even, but Silco could sense the control you held over your voice to not give away the emotions you truly felt. You were an expert at the mask, something he admired - just not when it was aimed at him.

Silco opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the door opening and the sounds of shuffling feet.

“Hey, Boss,” one of them called out. Silco found himself swiveled around on the stool as you turned, your arms firmly latched onto him. “ We still can't find Jinx.There’s no sign of her anywhere.”

Silco felt your grasp tighten on him. “I'm going to ask you again.” This time, your voice spoke directly in his ear and had lost the tender lilt. “What did you do?”

—-

To say you were mad was an understatement. You were always a patient person, so carefully calculated and put together - so much so that when you did have your moments of madness, they were… elaborate, to say the least.

Typically you only lost your temper because of your daughter. When Silco had first brought Jinx home, you had doted on her, never leaving her side for what seemed like the first year. You adopted her quickly, she was the child you had refused to have, not wanting to subject another to the cruelties the two of you had endured when Zaun was only a concept. Furthermore, you had always felt so deeply, it was one of his favorite things about you.

All of this meant Silco should have known you’d go ballistic. Perhaps he could’ve introduced Jinx’s disappearance more smoothly, but it's not like he’d had much of a say in the matter.

“You what?” Your voice bounced off the walls with its volume. Silco had managed to get you upstairs before you blew up in front of his employees, but there was no doubt in his mind that they could hear you through the walls, no matter how thick or soundproof they were. And even if they couldn't hear your voice, they could surely hear the sound of your heels as you paced the length in front of his desk.

“My love, please-” You held up a hand, cutting him off without having to speak a word.

“Don't even. Not right now. You do not get the luxury of indulging in pet names with me when our daughter is who-knows-where because of you.” You paused, chest heaving with the effort of keeping your anger as restrained as you could. Silco knew how far your temper could go, and this was only the tip of the iceberg. Seeing Silco open his mouth, you quickly cut him off again. “And for what? You lost your temper at her? For what reason?” You let out a dry laugh, your anger turning into hysteria. “You had a headache? Let me tell you something, dearest. I have to deal with chronic pain and migraines every day. And somehow I don’t manage to run our daughter out of the house! And you lose it over what? A little migraine? Grow up! You're supposed to be the adult!”

You finally finished and stopped in front of the couch. You collapsed on it at last, perhaps the first time you sat down since you got back.

“She's just a kid, Silco,” you said. Your anger was gone, replaced with exhaustion. You leaned forward, elbows on your knees as you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles. “We have to be there for her the way our parents weren't there for us.”

Silco kneeled next to you, placing a hand on your knee. You didn't look up, instead shifting your fingers so you could look through the slot between them. Silco gently tugged your hand down to hold his. You leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling with almost unseeing eyes. Silco settled on the couch next to you, copying your pose.

“I'm sorry I yelled at you,” you sighed, shifting slightly to face him. You looked down to where his hand was tracing circles on yours.

“No, don't apologize,” Silco said. “I deserved it, truly. No one deserves to be made to feel like they’re a burden.”

You lifted your feet onto the couch and tucked them beneath you while leaning into his shoulder. Silco lifted his free hand and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“I just want her back,” you whispered quietly, words that almost went unheard from being muffled by the cloth of Silco’s shirt.

There was a courtesy knock at the door before Sevika turned the handle.

“She’s back,” she said, almost breathless.

The intensity you stood up with brought Silco with you, nearly launching him into his desk.

“Where is she?”

Sevika led the two of you down the hall to a very familiar room. You pushed open the door, which was left slightly ajar. You hadn't let go of Silco’s hand and he found himself pulled past Sevika, who had taken up a post in the hallway.

Jinx was curled up on top of her comforter, the window allowing a small breeze in. If Silco hadn't been involved in the earlier chaos, he may have mistaken the scene for something almost serene.

Your hand’s hold on him grew slack as you approached the bed. You dropped down next to Jinx, leaning your upper body against the bed. Silco grew closer to the bed as you gently rocked your daughter.

Jinx’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze first landing on you. She cut off her sob as she launched herself at you, not unlike the way she had done to him earlier.

“Missed you.” Her voice was almost unintelligible from where she had burrowed herself into your shoulder.

“I missed you too, poppin,” you said softly, turning so you could see Silco.

Silco imagined it was a domestic scene, him sitting on the bed and looking so tenderly at the two people he valued the most. His headache was gone, especially now that his daughter was back, this time in the hands of his spouse.

You pulled away slightly from your daughter, holding her by the shoulders while looking straight at Silco. “I do think someone has something to say to you.”

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[bumblebeez5]

In your dreams: chapter one ( A little story im writing :D )

Eva felt dizzy, extremely dizzy. She was barely able to stand up straight. Or actually she wasn't standing at all, she was floating? She heard weeping coming closer and closer from behind her. She turned around and looked at the most horrifying thing she'd ever seen. A girl with shiny black hair going down to her knees covered in blood. Her dark eyes stared through Eva's soul as she wept and wept. The long bloody stranger inching closer as Eva was paralyzed with fear. 

“HHHHH” 

Eva woke up in a sweat. Was that really a dream? It seemed so real! Sadly Eva didn't have enough time to sit and think as she had to get ready for school. She got up and brushed her short blonde hair. It was all tangled from tossing and turning in bed. After she had thoroughly detangled her hair, she put it up in pigtails that made her thick bangs stand out. She put on an eye-catching white sweater and blue jean shorts. She was looking for her glasses but they were nowhere to be found. 

“I could have sworn i left them on my desk”

Eva’s eyesight wasn't so bad that she absolutely needed the glasses, but it was definitely better to have them. 

“UGH”

She figured that she would just go without them and went to go brush her teeth.

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“EVIE” 

The brown haired girl ran over to Eva and tightly embraced her.

“Hi Sarah”

Sarah had been Eva’s only friend since she started high school. Sarah was loud and annoying, like a cartoon character but Eva figured it was better than being alone. Sarah let go of Eva and held her hand as they walked to school.

“Evie, did you hear the news! The school is demolishing the old storage room.”

"Ummm, okay? Why is that important?”

“Because it's haunted, and apparently the ghost has been more active now than ever!”

“Yeah, sure.”

Eva rolled her eyes. Ghosts aren't real Sarah's being delusional.

“No really! Apparently she has suuuper long black hair and has a stab wound on her stomach. people see her in their dreams and she takes an important item from them-”

Eva felt her heart sink. Sarah keept going on and on perfectly describing what had happened to her.

“Eva, you okay?”

“yeah i'm fine.”

The two girls walked in silence for what felt like forever until they finally made it to school.

“Bye Evie!”

“Bye.”

Eva was overburdened with anxiety. She had about a million thoughts going through her head, none of them good. Are ghosts real? Is that why her glasses are missing? Is the ghost dangerous? She had to find out if the rumors were true. She decided to break into the storage room after school since it was blocked off for construction purposes. 

________________________________________________

“AHH” 

*Thud*

Eva fell off of the fence surrounding her school. Hopefully no one was around to hear her loud high pitched scream. Eva got up off the ground, her clothes covered in dirt. She went to the school's entrance and it was surprisingly wide open. She went inside the pitch black school and turned on her phone's flashlight. Eva headed to the storage room that was at the back of the school. The school felt eerie. Eva knew that there was something extremely wrong, but she didn't care. She had to find out if the rumors were true. Finally she made it to the storage room. And again the door was wide open. It was like something wanted to lure her in there. She went in and almost immediately saw her glasses on the floor. Shocked, she bent down to pick them up. As she got up strands of hair seemed to block her face, but it wasn't hers. She looked up.

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[ikisswanderer]

CRY, LOVE — ★

synopsis ; neuvillette finds himself silently crying in your arms after another particularly long and tiring day.

tags; g!neutral reader, lovers, fluff / a bit of angst.

a/n; second post bangs head against wall, sorry for lack of posts i just had no motivation and neuvi brainrot

also sorry if this is a little bad, it was kind of rushed but i hope you enjoy, requests are appreciated for my indecisive self

who knew that trials could be so tiring?

yelling in the opera house always brought an unbearable headache to nuevillette’s head as he had listened to both the defendant’s and the prosecutor’s arguments once again.

it was a particularly hard day for him, with the abundance of work, and the stressors placed upon his back, he had to have a breaking point someday.

and that ‘someday’ eventually came.

he found himself leaning against his office desk, burying his face in his hands, as if he had a horrid migraine; and soon the waterworks broke.

small tears streamed down his face, but he made no noise or attempt to wipe his face of the tears. in sync with his crying, rain poured down from the skies, crashing against both the window and the pathways outside the courthouse in a gentle manner.

—

you were peacefully taking a stroll outside nuevillette’s place of work, taking in the fresh, cool, air; until, rain began pouring on your figure.

“huh, rain?”

you didnt see a cloud in sight, so what why was there rain? this thought lingered in your head until the realization hit you.

you sped walk to reach the door to the court of fontaine as you pushed the door open and ran inside to get to neuvillette’s office.

that is where you found him crying, small tears running down his face while covering them with his hands. there was no doubt he was crying.

he appeared so cold, but that was only how he appeared; it was not who he was.

your wet shoes made squeaks against the smooth floor, as you quickly approached neuvillette in his rare vulnerable state.

he felt an embrace around him, and he knew exactly who it was.

“shhhh… its okay, neuvillette. cry, let it all out.” no voice could sound as perfect as your own, is what he always thought. there is no sound greater than your calming voice

he got up and wrapped his arms around you in return, leaning down as far as he needed to bury his face into your shoulder.

“it’s been a hard day for you, hasn’t it? im here to listen.” you continued, running your hands through his long, silver hair. neuvillette could only nod in response, too occupied with crying to be able to respond.

he didnt feel like speaking, too exhausted to move out of your arms, let alone speak. he enjoyed the comfort of your arms, and he planned to stay there until he felt better.

so you stayed, allowing neuvillette to cry to his hearts content in your embrace. you could feel his body turning more limp by the moment.

“lets move to the couch, love.”

neuvillette nodded once again and loosened his hold on you, and instead held your hand as you led him to the couch.

you sat against the couch’s armrest, while he sat in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you draped your own arms around his neck.

sweet affirmations filled his ears, “i love you so much, you know that neuvi’? so hardworking, so diligent. im proud of everything you do.”

he found himself relaxing more and more under the spell of your voice, but his tears did not stop. he needed to let out all the vulnerability stored deep inside his heart.

“look at me, neuvi.” you vocalized from above him and waited for neuvillette to raise his head from your shoulder; in which he complied, staring into your beautiful eyes.

you cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes and planting a gentle kiss on his forehead, “its going to be okay.”

the serene atmosphere of your hands on neuvillette’s cheeks, while his arms were around your waist was all he needed to feel calm once more. it was all he needed for the rest of eternity; but he was no fool, one day you would have to go.

but right now, with his head on your chest and your hands in his hair, was all he could care about.

nuevillette removed an arm from your waist, and raised his hand to delicately take your wrists from his hair, down to his lips with a gentle peck against your skin,

“please accept my deepest thanks.”

wc; 738.

this work is by me, so do not plagiarize or translate onto other platforms.

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[divinerulerluvr]

Mahogany Wood

Sister Mary Eunice punishes you at Briarcliff

Possessed!Sister Mary Eunice x fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, caning, whipping, sadism, punishment, homophobia mentions

A/n - Some good ole Mary Eunice smut. Honestly idk what the fuck I was thinking while writing, but hey, it's fun.

You hadn’t been at Briarcliff long when Sister Mary Eunice took charge. Sister Jude had been kicked out as you heard through the grapevine.

Sister Mary Eunice had always been Sister Jude’s henchwoman. That’s what another patient told you. That she was Sister Jude’s bitch, basically. You figured that when Sister Mary Eunice took over that she’d be lenient and a pushover.

You were wrong.

Around the beginning of the month, your father caught you kissing another woman and sent you straight to the crazy house. Being queer was a big no-no around here. So here you were. Stuck with the paranoid schizophrenics, the deranged killers, and the gone-crazy widows.

You were sat in the common room, playing Go Fish with Miss. Lancaster - a grieving widow. When she eventually wins, you slam your cards on the table and stand up abruptly, causing your chair to fall over behind you.

“This game fucking sucks! You always fucking win because you’re a goddamn cheater!” You accuse, yelling out angrily. Briarcliff made everyone go mad. And for you, it made you unable to control your anger.

Orderlies come rushing in and grab you by the arms. “You fucking bitches!” You yell out as the strong men grab you by the arms. “Rot in hell! All of you!” You continue screaming and kicking as the men practically carry you to Sister Mary Eunice’s office.

They throw you inside and you see the blonde woman sitting at her desk, her nun habit only showing her blonde bangs. Her skin was pale and she wore deep red lipstick on her lips.

She looks up at you, her eyes landing directly on yours. It felt like she was looking through you. “Leave her here. Thank you.” She says to the orderlies in a calm, smooth voice. The men leave the room, leaving it to just you and the nun.

“Anger issues don’t bode well in a place like this, Miss. Y/l/n.” Sister Mary Eunice states, standing from her desk. You stand in place, a deep fear in your body that if you moved, you’d be toast.

Instead, you just breathe heavily. She rounds the desk, eyeing you. She steps in front of you, being a few inches taller than you. “What do you think your punishment should be?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Let me outta this hellhole.” You seethe.

She chuckles shortly, a smile on her red lips. “This… isn’t even close to hell. You want to get on the good side of me? Don’t backtalk.” Sister Mary Eunice comments. You exhale sharply, watching as she leans back and grabs the file with your name on it off of her desk.

“Homosexual tendencies, huh?” She reads, her eyes set on your file. “Tell me, what have you done with a woman?”

“I’ve fucked them. They’ve fucked me. I love being a flaming, raging queer, sister. I love having women on top of me and below me. Feeling their tits and how wet they get.” You say bravely, a smug smirk on your face.

Sister Mary Eunice just chuckles, eyeing you up and down. She took in your asylum outfit that consisted of a boring dress and a knitted coat. “Speaking so courageously given the circumstances.”

You hum, quirking your head to the side. “Take off your coat.” She demands, her voice coated with finality. You delay and she just raises her eyebrows at you. Apprehensively, you slowly shrug off your knit coat.

It falls to the floor and Sister Mary Eunice smiles. “Drop the dress, too.” She adds on. You exhale deeply, your eyes set on hers as you undo the buttons of your dress and slide the dress off of your body, letting it fall pathetically to the floor.

Sister Mary Eunice surveys your body - taking in your breasts and hard nipples before falling to the slightly too big cotton panties the nurses provide. “Those too.” She says, pointing to the panties.

As you slide them over your hips, she walks over to the cabinet and opens it, revealing a variation of whipping canes. Your eyes widen at the side of them.

She grabs one of them and rubs the cane against her palm. “Bend over the desk. Now.” Sister Mary Eunice continues demanding orders like some kind of drill sergeant. You follow, your breasts touching the cold wood of the desk as you bend over so your bare ass was sticking out.

You feel the cold cane run up your inner thigh. You shiver, your body tensing. “How many whips? I say forty, given your foul language earlier.” She comments. You groan, feeling the cane rub against your pussy.

With your cheek pressed against the desk, you wince when Sister Mary Eunice whips you with the cane. And fuck, did it hurt.

Your hands grip the desk’s ledge, your ass cheek burning angrily from the slap. “Count for me.” Sister Mary Eunice orders. “O-One.” You groan out, breathing heavily. She brings the cane down on your ass again, this time harder. “Two!” You cry out.

The fire spread through your entire cheek, making you whimper in pain as she hit you with all her strength. Which was a lot of strength. The numbers slowly climb and with each whip, you can feel your cunt getting wetter.

“Thirty-eight!” You mewl, your voice breaking as tears waterfall down your cheeks. “Thirty-nine!” You continue calling out. With one extra harsh whip, Sister Mary Eunice reaches forty. “Forty!” You draw out, the wood wet below your face from tears.

Sister Mary Eunice pulls you by the hair from your bent-over position, making you face her. She smirks as she sees your red eyes and wet cheeks. Her eyes dance down your body, past your heaving breasts until she reaches between your legs.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Sister Mary Eunice chides. She uses the tip of the cane to spread your legs, making you whimper as your ass presses against the cold wood of the desk.

She runs her cane over your inner thigh, collecting the gooey wetness that coated your thighs on the cane. “Lick it off.” She orders, raising the cane to your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you beg her. “No… I’m sorry.” You plead.

Staying eerily silent, Sister Mary Eunice pushes the wet cane against your lips. You begrudgingly stick your tongue out and lick it, tasting your own arousal. She smiles as she watches you, her sadism helping her get off on it.

Pulling the cane away from you, she lets go of your hair and pushes you to the ground. “Get out of my sight.” She demands.

“C-Can I get...my clothes?” You say weakly. She shakes her head, sitting back down at her desk. “No. Ask the orderlies for another dress. It’s part of your punishment.”

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[ghostbustermelanieking]

jonmartin for 13? :)

i have absolutely no restraint and cannot write anything short im so sorry. this is a mag 102 au where martin finds out jon was kidnapped sooner. warning for discussion of this kidnapping as depicted in the episode, and the aftermath of recovering from this. also here on ao3.

13. things you said at the kitchen table

In the end, it's Melanie who tells Martin Jon's been kidnapped. Catches him in the break room, irritated and banging around the mugs, and she drops it into a sentence like it's something casual to be communicated. Oh yeah, Jon's back. Guess he's been kidnapped or something, and something sharp presses into Martin's chest, something like urgency. He's pushed his way out of his chair and halfway towards the door in a blind sort of franticness before Melanie catches him by the arm. "He's fine, you know," she says. "He looks… I mean, he doesn't look good, but he…"

"A month, " says Martin, feeling sick. "A month, he's been gone, and we… we didn't…"

"We didn't know, " Melanie says annoyedly, but there's a tiny pinprick of guilt in her voice, too. "He… he wasn't here before. You know that."

Right, Martin thinks, because you're probably the person he talked to most before he disappeared, and then he immediately feels guilty. Jon's been kidnapped, and he's… he's just… "Where is he?" he says, softer this time. (The bite's still in his voice, a little bit. He isn't sure who to be furious at, but it's hard not to be under the circumstances.) "Has… has he left?"

"Uh… no, I don't think so," says Melanie. "He… he said he was going to go lie down."

Martin knows, immediately, where he is, and he tries not to wince at it; he remembers sleeping there every night, scared out of his mind on that little cot, he doesn't know how Jon stands it. "I'm going to go check on him," he says. "I… he shouldn't… I'm going to go check."

Melanie lets go of his arm. "I think Elias knew," she says darkly. "Jon said it and he didn't even bat an eye. He knew, and he didn't tell us."

Something twists in Martin, something that he pushes aside—doesn't matter, not yet, all that matters right now is making sure Jon is all right. He nods a little, at Melanie, and then he pushes out of the break room and down towards the office. Tim is out for the day (not surprising), and Basira is reading at her desk; she doesn't look up when Martin comes through. Martin goes to the storage room where the cot is, where he knows it still is, and raps his knuckles quietly on the door frame before opening the door. 

Jon jumps, when Martin enters, in a way that instantly makes Martin shrink back with guilt. He's huddled on the cot, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he looks awful. Thinner, hair shaggier than when Martin saw him last. He looks exhausted, leaning towards the wall like he needs it to hold him up, and his arms are wrapped around himself in a protective sort of way. "... Martin?" he says, voice thin, and Martin honestly can't tell if he's happy to see him or not. 

"... Hi," Martin says, honestly not sure what to say. (What do you say in a situation like this?)  He chews at his lower lip, reaching for what to say— Are you all right doesn't seem appropriate, when Jon is so clearly not, but it's what he comes up with, his voice shaking a little when he asks it. 

Jon laughs, bitter, and uncoils his arms from around himself, relaxing a little. "Honestly? Honestly, not really, Martin. I… it's been…" He lifts a hand to press against his forehead; his sleeves fall down and Martin winces, immediately, at the red marks on his wrist, where he must've been restrained. "It's… it's, uh, really good to see you, Martin," he adds, softly. 

Martin presses a hand to his mouth, just for a minute; he's torn, he doesn't want Jon to see him upset, not when he's… "Melanie… told me," he tries. "What you… and I didn't… Jon, I'm so sorry. We had no idea, I… I swear, if we'd known, we would've…" 

Jon sits up a little straighter, something flashing in his eyes. "Hey… hey, no, Martin, it's… i-it wasn't your fault, it's all right, it's… t-there was no way to find me, and I hadn't really been… around before then, and it…" He breaks off his words, clutching a little harder at the blanket. "... Elias didn't deem it worth telling anyone," he adds, with a wry laugh. 

Martin takes a few steps closer, trying his damndest not to fall apart (at the fact that Jon looks like this, that Jon's been gone a month, that Jon is somehow trying to comfort him when he's…). "You aren't… d-did they hurt you?" he asks, uncertain who they even are. 

Jon flinches a little, looks down at his feet. "No, n-not… not really. I… not, um…" He laughs a little again, a hollow sound. "I'm just so tired. "

Martin stops, a few feet away; he thinks about touching Jon, some sign of comfort, a hand on his shoulder or—but no, that wouldn't be—he can't do that, not when Jon's just been kidnapped, it's probably the last thing he wants, to be abruptly touched. He does what he can do, instead; he says, "Jon, d-do you have anywhere… er, there's a… there's a reason you're staying here, isn't there? Wh-what about your friend you were staying with, could you go back there?"

Jon immediately, vehemently shakes his head. "I-I can't go back. Not if, n-not after… th-they came there before, they found me there, and if I go back… I-I told Georgie I'd leave. I can't bring her into this. I can't. If they came back…" 

"Okay," says Martin. "Okay, that's…" He crouches a little, feeling awkward as he does it, but he can't shake this feeling of—of looming over Jon. "Y-you can't stay here, Jon. This cot is horrible, i-it's… it's not a place for recovery, it's…"

"I'm going to find a place," Jon says softly. "I just… I need to sleep. First." 

"You shouldn't stay here, though," says Martin, "not after… you need a bed, a real bed, Jon. I…" He stops, halfway considers for a second. Starts again, because what else is he going to do? "C-come stay with me."

Jon looks up, shocked, but he doesn't immediately protest, so Martin continues: "Sleep on a real bed, recover, j-just until you're… I mean, my bed isn't great, but it's better than a cot, especially after…" He stops. He doesn't know what to say. "Just… you deserve something better than that, right now," he tries. 

Jon shakes his head, just a little. "Martin, I can't. I… i-if they came for me again, then you would…"

"I don't care," Martin says, firmer this time. (If Jon doesn't want to come back with him, fine, but he won't let that be the reason.)

"Martin, i-if anything were to happen, i-if you got caught in the crosshairs, I'd…"

"Really, Jon, I don't care. I'm not going to let them take you again, so you can put that thought out of your mind." Martin adjusts his position—it's uncomfortable, squatting like this, but making sure Jon feels safe is more important. (If it's even helping at all.) "You said you didn't want to put your friend in danger because she's out of this, right? Well—I'm in this. Pretty far into it, at this point, there's no getting out of it. So it doesn't matter. Okay?"

Jon worries at the edge of the blanket with his overlong nails. "... I… wouldn't want to impose…"

"You're not, Jon. I'm offering." Jon's still quiet. Martin shifts back into a standing position, because it really is uncomfortable, going slow; he adds, "It's the least I can do. Please."

Jon's hands are shaking. Martin can see it, now, and it's hard to watch; he's pushed a lot of fury back, just watching Jon now, still without any idea what's happened. "A—all right," Jon says quietly, finally, and his voice is thick, like he might cry. "Okay. Thank you. Thank you, Martin." And Martin feels a flood of relief at this, that Jon might be, at least, somewhat safe in his flat. 

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They take a cab home. The Tube seems like it would be a lot. Jon really is exhausted, huddled up in an old coat despite the warm weather, leaning against the window in the back of the car. Martin shows him the bath and the bedroom, when they get home, says, "Let me know if you need anything," and leaves him alone. It feels like the right thing to do.

Martin stays in the living room. The anger begins to rise to the surface, then, coming out in bursts of nervous pacing and muttering (quietly, of course; he's had lots of practice with that, with Mum). He's furious at whoever took Jon (he isn't sure who, but he has a sneaking suspicion it's connected to the Unknowing), more furious at Elias for not telling them. He's going to say something this time, he thinks—march up there and give Elias a piece of his mind, or, or draft a furious email—and Martin has to stop there because it's all starting to sound ridiculous. He's going to say something now? He didn't say something when they found out Sasha died, when Elias told them that they were all trapped, but he's going to say something now? It sounds ridiculous, it does, and what would saying something do? Jon's back now, more or less safe, and there's nothing he can do now—no charging, triumphant rescues, nothing like that, all he can do is offer Jon his bathroom, somewhere safe to sleep. Shouting at Elias won't do a thing. 

(Martin wants to do something. He should've said something for Sasha, and he thinks he'll regret that forever, but if he couldn't then… well, he wants to have the courage to say something for Jon. But he doesn't. For some horrible reason, he can't.)

Jon sleeps for over fifteen hours, all afternoon and into the night. Martin sleeps on the couch. (He goes into the room to get the extra blanket and a change of clothes, and for a moment, he worries he'll wake Jon, but he must be quiet enough. Jon doesn't wake; he makes a strained sound in his sleep and turns over, curling in protectively on himself, but he doesn't wake up. Martin wants to go over there, kneel by the bed and hold Jon's hand, climb into bed and hold Jon and make sure he isn't hurt again. He doesn't. He doesn't have that with Jon, and now isn't the time, he can't scare Jon, make him uncomfortable, he has to leave Jon alone.) Jon's still asleep when Martin wakes hours later, tangled in his blanket on the couch, restless and on alert. He stares at the front door, tensing like he expects someone to come in (someone coming back for Jon), but nothing does. The apartment stays quiet. 

Martin gets up to make tea. It's still early, still dark outside, but he can't go back to sleep, he can't relax. He puts on the kettle and sits at the table, opens a packet of biscuits to munch on absently. Something to do. Something to do besides sit and think. 

The door creaks, abruptly, and Martin's head shoots up to see Jon, leaving the bedroom, looking dwarfed in one of Martin's rumpled jumpers. He looks at Martin with a tired sort of tentativeness and says, "Hi," softly.

"Hi, Jon," says Martin, his own voice too soft. "How… how did you sleep?"

Jon rubs at his throat, an absent sort of motion, and pads across the floor to the table. "I… well, actually. Very well. Best… best sleep I've had in a month." 

Martin's heart breaks a little, and he pretends it doesn't. Jon motions to the empty chair beside him and says,  "Do you mind if I…"

"No, no, of course not," says Martin quickly. "... D'you want some tea?"

A funny look passes over Jon's face as he sits and he says, "Yes. Yes, I… tea sounds amazing, Martin."

Martin gets up to get out another mug, to get out the milk and sugar. "I can make you something to eat, too," he says, and immediately feels horrible for not suggesting it earlier. (He doesn't want to speculate about when Jon's last eaten.) " Christ, why didn't I… I'm so sorry, Jon, you must be starving. I should've…"

"Don't, Martin, it's… I-I'm fine," says Jon. "Honestly, I… I-I can eat in a little bit, I'm not really hungry."

Martin bites his lower lip too hard and grimaces at the sudden burst of pain. "Okay," he murmurs. "Just… let me know when you're ready."

"I will," says Jon. 

There's silence for a few moments aside from Martin puttering around the tiny kitchen. It feels strangely domestic in a way that Martin isn't used to; he hasn't lived with anyone since Mum. He and Jon have shared meals before—they did it often, before Jon went on the run because they'd thought he was a murderer—and Martin's made him tea a dozen times, but it's never like… this. Quiet and natural, like they've done it a dozen times. Jon's staring down at the table, tracing a pattern cut into the top with an absent finger; he's shivering, in his chair, and Martin makes a mental note to turn on the heat. And then the kettle goes off, a sharp sound in the silent room, and Jon's jumping, jolting nearly out of his chair with huge, panicked eyes. 

"Sorry, sorry!" Martin says in a rush, reaching to yank the kettle off the eye. "Sorry—I-I forgot it was there."

"I-i-it's all right," Jon says. He's tensed against the table, his palms pressed to the top, like he's waiting for a bomb to go off, but he looks at Martin and he says, "Just a… little on edge, b-but really, it's fine."

Martin's chest aches as he fixes the tea. All of him aches, a guilt he can't really put his finger on—he didn't notice Jon was gone, he couldn't go after him, and now he can't even get to the kettle quick enough to keep from scaring Jon out of his wits. He doesn't say anything, though, besides another murmured, "Sorry," as he passes Jon the mug, and sits back down beside him. 

Jon holds onto the mug with both hands, like he expects to be pulled away, inhales a bit before taking a drink. "I've… missed your tea, Martin," he says quietly, stiltedly, like it's difficult to say. "All this time." 

Martin blinks in genuine surprise at that—all this time, and he's wondered before if Jon was just tolerating the daily cups. "You're joking," he says with disbelief. 

"I'm not," says Jon—and it's stunningly familiar, that tone of voice. He smiles a little down into the mug. "Haven't had a decent cup since February—Georgie's a coffee drinker."

"The audacity, " Martin snorts, theatrically, some small attempt to keep Jon smiling like that. 

"Yes, well—that's what I told her," says Jon, still with that halfway smile. He looks up at Martin abruptly, and something shifts on his face, almost—almost guilt of his own, which makes no sense. He says, "Martin, I've… I've taken your bed, haven't I? You… you should've said something."

"No, I shouldn't have, and I won't," says Martin firmly. "I didn't bring you here to sleep on the couch, Jon, for god's sake. The bed is yours."

"Sleeping on a couch won't kill me, Martin—"

"And it won't kill me either. You're not talking me out of this, Jon."

"A couch would be an improvement over that cot— anything would be. I shouldn't have…" That same look passes over Jon's face: that something resembling guilt. "I should never have made you stay there," he nearly whispers. "For months on that cot, after what you'd…"

"Jon, don't," Martin says, and he reaches out suddenly, to cover Jon's hand where it lays on the table. Jon looks up at that, as if he's startled, and Martin yanks his hand back, but he doesn't bring it too far; he leaves it there, hovering just above Jon's. " Don't ," he says. "I-it was a long time ago, and it was… I didn't mind staying there, I wasn't… you gave me a way out, and I-I appreciated that. I still do, Jon. So don't, please. Don't beat yourself up over that."

"I should've offered you better," says Jon, something like disgust in his tone. "I should've… there are so many things I should've done better."

Well—he isn't wrong, Martin thinks, but—but there's a dozen things they both should've done better, and now isn't the time to discuss them all, so Martin just says, "Don't," again. "Please. You don't have to… it's okay. It is. " And after a moment, Jon nods. He hasn't moved his hand away, but Martin feels odd, leaving his hovering there, so he just pulls it back.

They drink tea in silence for a few minutes. It's a pleasant silence, one that, under different circumstances, Martin might allow himself to hope for every day. It's several long moments before Jon speaks again, his voice rasping and small—he says, "It was the Circus. That took me. T-the one we've been looking for, planning the ritual. They'd… they planned it, they were watching me and they came."

Martin tries not to flinch, tries to ignore what feels like his insides grinding themselves together. Jon keeps talking after a moment; he says, "They… they wanted my skin. For the ritual. They… kept me for that, so they could… skin me. They were waiting for that."

Martin can't stop the words this time, when they push their way out; he says, "Oh, Christ, " like air being pushed out of him, like a sucker punch. He says, "Jon…" and his voice breaks, too, and something inside of him rips when Jon looks back at him, when he looks as if he might cry. 

"Um, Martin," he says, and he inclines his head tentatively towards Martin. "Do you mind… um, if I…"

His arms go out to the side a bit, and it's then that Martin realizes what Jon's asking for. He nods, immediately, and opens his arms, and Jon leans forward and into him so quickly that Martin wonders if he was waiting. 

Martin folds his arms around Jon gently, tentatively (one hand cupping the back of his head); he wants to cling, wants to hold Jon tight enough that nothing else would be able to take him, but he's afraid to hold on too tight. Jon, though, clings hard, his grip tight, his fingers digging desperately into the back of Martin's shirt. So Martin tightens his grip, and leans his head against Jon's, and lets Jon expel shaky breaths into his shoulder. He rubs tiny circles into Jon's back, murmurs, It's okay, it's okay now, and desperately wills it to be true. 

Minutes or hours later—it is impossible to be sure—Jon whispers, "Thank you," into Martin's shirt. He whispers it with a sort of finalty, but he makes no move to pull back. So Martin keeps holding him. 

"Jon… I'm so sorry," he says softly. "I'm so sorry. I… i-if I'd known. I swear, I would've come for you if I'd known." 

Jon takes another shuddering breath and looks up at him. His eyes are wet. There's something in his expression Martin can't quite place… reassurance, maybe. Or trust. "I know," he says. "Martin, I-I know you would've. I know." 

They sit there for a while longer, just like that, holding onto each other at Martin's kitchen table. 

#i have no idea what this is lol it just came to me. apparently i will never stop trying to write fic remedying 101 lol #tma fic #jonmartin #the magnus archives #i wrote this #kidnapping tw

[spicy-tomato]

Hello can you do a post about maybe Swaggersouls when he thinks that the reader is bored of him. When she actually was only with zuckles on some party and he thought he was with someone else because she didn't answer the phone. (the battery died) some angst please also have a nice day.

okay lets go boys! this isnt nsfw but its long so im gonna do a keep reading cut. mentions of drug use and alcohol so be warned

You and swagger had been together for about a year now and with his revent streaming schedule it was getting harder and harder to spend time with him. That doesnt mean you dont love him, you just wished he would spend some time with you instead of you falling asleep in an empty bed while he streams. A few days ago you had been invited to a party with mason, so you decided why not? Maybe itll cheer you up after months of going to sleep alone and waking up to a still cold bed. You kept trying to tell swagger but he would just brush you off, so you said fuck it and went.

Zuckles

You here yet cunt?

You sigh and text him back a quick yes before walking in and spotting him. It wasnt a huge party but there were a good few people there, most drinking or smoking on the porch as you smiles and made your way through the crowd.

“Took you long enough! I set up some shots for us” you smile as he passes you a shot glass and you down it quickly. He drags you to the kitchen and sets up more shots. You and him down them quickly before grabbing some beers and moving to the smoke circle, passing the bong in a circle until someone tapped out.

“Thanks for inviting me mase, this is a nice break from whats happening” you sigh and drink more of you beer, finishing it off before standing up. “Do you want anything? Im gonna go grab another beer.” mason shakes his head and you head back to the kitchen and grab a beer before stopping and looking at the table. You see a few bottles of fancy liquor and decide to get some of those instead. Grabbing a cup you mix three of the bottles and drink some. It burns your throat and you gag a little before walking back, determined to finish it and get fucked up. With half the cup down, mason takes it from you with a worried look. “I think youve had enough of that, youre definitely not driving hand me your keys.” you sigh and hand him your bag, dropping your phone in the process to see 15 missed calls from swagger.

“Oh shit” you pick up your phone and rush to the bathroom to call him back.

“Where the fuck are you i was so worried are you okay?” he answers the phone with an anxious tone.

“Like you fucking care, you always choose yours streams over me.” you slur, tears forming in your eyes. Its like i dont exist to you anymore! Im so sick of falling asleep in an empty bed, only having bear there to cuddle. I go to bring you lunch and you tell me to set it on the desk and leave! I feel more like a maid than a partner now!” at this point you were almost sobbing.

“Where are you, im coming to get you.” you sniffle at his answer.

“Im not telling you, i tried to tell you for the past two days but you kept blowing me off, why should you care now?” your face is red and puffy at this point, not sure if youre crying from sadness or anger at this point. “At least mase cares enough to ask how im doing! He took my keys so i cant drive like this!”

“Thats where you are, ill be there in 30 minutes to get you and we can talk about this.” he hangs up and you break down in complete sobs, mason now banging on the door to check on you.

“Let me in, whats wrong?” you shakily unlock the door and he swings it open, grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. You tell him everything, how you feel more like a maid than a partner, how you always wake up without him, how he blows you off or acts like you dont exist, everything. He sighs and holds you closer, petting your hair and trying to calm you down. A slamming door can be heard as swagger gets there, moving quickly to the bathroom and shooting mason a glance that says for him to get out. He quickly stands up and leaves before swagger shuts the door and sits next to you.

“Let me explain...i felt like you were getting sick of me and got scared. I thought if i distanced myself it would hurt less when you ended it. I feel like i havent been enough for you over the past year and i thought you figured that out, that you were going to leave me. I never wanted to hurt you like this i just figured it would be easier for me if i did that.” he sighs and moves a hand to your cheek.

“Why didnt you just talk to me? Why just up and ignore me? I felt like a ghost in our own home” you wipe your eyes and look at him sadly.

“I dont know, i was scared of facing you and hearing you say it to my face. Please, just let me take you home and make it up to you. Let me take care of you through your hangover and take you to breakfast. Let me win you over like the first time again.” you sniffle and smile at him.

“Fine, but i wont be easy to impress this time.” he chuckles and helps you stand up, one arm around your waist to keep you upright as he leads you to the car.

“Ill shoot mason a text and tell him to drop your stuff by the apartment tomorrow.” you nod and step into the car, moving to hold his hand. He quickly accepts and starts a drive home. You start to fall asleep on the way back and once home, he picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you down softly before crawling up next to you. He moves the covers over the both of you before pulling you to his chest and kissing your head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” you mumble back half awake.

“Ill never hurt you again”

#swaggersouls x reader #swagger x reader #misfits x reader #swagger angst #swaggersouls angst #misfits angst #im so sorry this one hurt my soul too #no beta we die like men i havent slept in days

[x-x-shittinghellimatoaster-x-x]

Missing key (part 1)

Matt Casey x reader

Warnings: Non really just a couple curse words lmao

I do take requests just message me and i will get it queued up if thats what yall want.

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"Hey,wake up l/n shifts over" Severide shook your body lightly as you woke up "im up, im up" you sit up rubbing your eyes and stretching. "Hm...sure looks like it" Kelly chuckles slightly and folds his arms "look im tired as hell ill see you on the next shift okay?" he smiles ruffling up your already messy ponytail up more. "if i make it that far" you shout out slightly as he walks down the corridor. you sit upright and fix your ponytail before laying your face in your hands "you good n/n?" you look up to to be met with your boyfriends concerned face "yeah I'm fine matt i just can't wait to get home" you yawn a little and stand up wobbling slightly "no okay, your coming my place today and you can stay there for a while" he states to you "but ma-" "no buts darling your coming with me" he shuts down your argument and wraps his arm around your waist and leads you out to his truck.

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You were matts rock bottom, his lock to a key; his dagger to a heart. It had only been about a week after gabby had left did he truly reach out to you. And you were there for him. Feelings or not you were always there for him. And as for you matt was always there for you in your lows. Like when that beat cop cheated on you with his desk sergeant, or when that news reporter played Matt's feelings a bit. through thick and thin you were always each other's shoulders to cry on. it was more of a shock than it should have been when matt asked you out 2 months ago. countless dates and late nights in later your bond is stronger than ever.

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The truck stills in the apartment complex's car park. you both get out, grab your bags from the boot. walking up to the lift, your hands interlaced. you smile remembering that matt doesn't like to go a long time without holding you one way or another

the lift stops and the door opens, you leave the small box and walk down the corridor to the home. You did have your own house of course but normally after shifts you were here alot.

you walk through the door and matt takes your bag and you turn to lock the door. you hear a bang on the floor and walk through to see what's going on

"Hey matt" the voice said. A voice painfully recognisable

"Gabby?" matts voice sounded...reliefed, happy maybe

You peep your head round the corner seeing that same look he used to give her. The look of longing. it was hard to ask of him to let go of the feelings he harboured for her, of course it was she was his wife after all. But he maybe could have at least thought about you before his emotions got the best of him.

you see them step closer to eachother and turn round grabbing your bag not wanting to know what came next. you stormed down the corridor, opening the door and slamming it shut with tears staining your cheeks

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it wasnt until you reached the lift where you totally broke down pulling your phone out and calling the only other person on speed dial.

calling kelly...

Kelly: Hey what's up?

You: kelly im coming over just be prepared please

Kelly: Okay but herrmann and boden are roun-

you: yeah okay thats fine ill be there in 10

Kelly:y/n are you okay? you sound ups-

You: ill explain when im there okay

the lift dings opening on the ground floor

you storm out through to the street

kelly: okay see you soon

you: yeah...bye

the dial tone dings as he puts the phone down and you call out for a taxi. one pulls up and you tell the driver the adress and to get there asap.

of course being the good person he was seeing you visibly upset he hurried and you were at Kelly's door in 5 mins. kelly opens the door and you just crash in his arms breaking down once more.

once you calm down he brings you in and herrmann stands up "oh doll what's wrong?" he pull you into him and wraps his arms around you.

"Matt, a-and Gabby..." you hiccup out

Herrmann tenses

Boden says what everyone's thinking with a deep sigh and in disappointment

"gabby's back..."

#matt casey x reader #kelly severide #christopher herrmann #chief boden #gabby dawson #chicago fire

[bertholdtbrainrot]

i cant stop thinking of giving bertholdt head under a table, like at his desk while he’s working 🥺 if u wrote a drabble i’d be so grateful

hi anon! thank you for your ask! i appreciate the support and would love to write a drabble for you!

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notes: i’m setting this is an au where bertholdt goes back to marley so there are slight spoilers for season 3! hope u enjoy! this also ended up being a little longer than a drabble but OH WELL.

also, just think about this tiktok while reading.... BERTHOLDT IN HIS MARLEYAN UNIFORM. he would be even taller and beefier than he was before, probably standing at about 6′7. THE UNIFORM IM DROOLING.

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warnings: nsfw under the cut, minors DNI!, slight oral fixation, oral male!receiving, gagging/spitting, dirty talk/degradation/praise, public!sex

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ever since bertholdt came back home with you, you could see the pressure he was under. you could see the tension in his shoulders and the stress line that adorned his forehead now. failing the mission to bring back the attack titan to marley only made matters worse. he was under immense stress, having to fill out endless paperwork and reports, relaying information he had learned during his time inside the walls. 

you were having a late night yourself, going over the game plan with your comrades time and time again until they were satisfied. you walked back into the room you shared with bertholdt, opening the door and seeing his tall figure hunched over his desk. his head was in his hands as he scanned over the stack of paperwork, occasionally jotting down notes. he was so focused he didn’t even realize that you had walked into the room until your arms snaked around his shoulders, leaning down and embracing him from behind.

“take a break...”  you mumbled into his ear, kissing just behind his lobe, sending goosebumps down his arms. he takes a deep breath in and relaxes under your touch slightly, shaking his head slowly. 

“i can’t..” he whispered and stretched his arms out, arching his back to loosen some of the tension.

just a few minutes later, you were on your knees under his desk. the wood grains of the floor left indents in your skin, his pants pulled down just enough that his cock was free. you got there on your own accord, insisting that if he couldn’t take a break, the least you could do was relieve some stress for him while he worked. you both knew there was no way he could work with his cocked down your throat.

your mouth was stuffed full of him, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you felt your throat stretch around his girth. your nails dug into the skin of his thighs, your eyes rolling back into your head as you bobbed your head up and down. 

a sudden knock knock knock at the door sent a wave of adrenaline through both you and bertholdt’s bodies, interrupting the slew of profanities that was spilling from his mouth. bertholdt attempted to move and push you off his length but you shook your head, shoving him further down. the desk hid your position on your knees, all he had to do was play the part.

“c-come i-in..” he muttered out weakly, his voice shaky with pleasure. the door creaked open, the bulky blonde-haired boy peaking past the frame.

“hey bert, i was wondering if i could talk to you about a few things..” reiner started saying as he advanced into the room further. 

you took this as an opportunity to tease bertholdt, shoving your face down, shaking your head to take all of him into your mouth. you held back a gag and a cough, your nose nestling right above the base of his cock.

you heard the tall man clear his throat loudly, banging his fist down on the table as his hips bucked up into your mouth instinctively.

“FUCK.” he blurted out, coughing as to not blow his cover. “reiner, right now is n-not the best time...” he mumbles out, face blushing beet red. reiner’s eyebrows furrow in confusion until he spots the belt that had been thrown across the floor. his eyebrows then pop up and a knowing smile embraces his lips. “ah, okay.. i’ll just -uh, come back later then.” he said and wiggled his eyebrows before turning on his heel and leaving, closing the door behind him with a smirk on his face. he would never let bert live this down/

you pull up off of his length, a lewd string of spit connecting your mouth with his tip as he look up at him innocently. “did he catch on?” you said, smiling up at him.

he groaned at the sight, shaking his head. “such a naughty little slut, helping daddy relieve some stress. you’re such a dirty whore. you don’t even care if you get caught choking on my cock, huh?” he mumbled darkly, thumb running across your bottom lip, your mouth closing around his thumb.

“now finish what you started babygirl, and maybe... just maybe i’ll let you cum.”

#bertholdt #simping behavior detected #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt x you #aot smut #bertholdt smut #snk smut #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS #anon💋

[neoaevis]

How Much I Love You/Hate you

How Much I Love You/Hate you

Word Count: 2654

Warnings:Smut(Use of the word slut, Boss kink, Over Stimulation, Male and Female receiving, Dom Mark, Pregnant Sex, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex(Don’t forget to wrap it), Cheating,Mentions of the word gold digger , Angst,Violence;punching and mentions of hurtful words(that’s it ig pm me for more)

!! NOT PROOF READ!!

A/N: Hello my dear bbys I finished the second chapter and I really hope y’all like it and just like I said it will be indiv story first and in around the third chapter we will see some interactions between our main characters but well lol depends in what I write, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did lol and please don’t hate me if you don’t also don’t copy any of my works,you may also chat me for suggestions or give me some asks of atw with things you are curious  about and btw I will open the taglist so send me a message if you wish to be tagged enjoy💋

Chapter II

Day Before Heading To Korea

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that was shaking from the sex they just had. Mark was in a meeting that was honestly really boring when one of the intern that he has  been flirting around with started palming him under the table that makes his eyes grow wide and his dick erect, originally he wanted to keep his dick inside his pants but she palmed her faster which made him hornier, so in the middle of the meeting he stood up and made everyone confused from his actions and people asking in small murmurs if something was wrong “Let’s continue this later, lunch break” he said with a loud enough voice.

He walked to the door signaling the girl to follow him into his office once she was inside he locks the door shut pressing the girl’s back to the door “What a fucking slut you are” he said with absolute dominance that makes the girl shiver ” I w-want you sir” she said as he tries to grab Mark’s face to kiss him in which Mark refused “You are not allowed to touch me” he removes his tie grabbing the girl’s hand and tying it hard enough that it will surely bruise, due to Mark’s action she feels her clit’s dripping wetness, Mark started by removing her blouse and tossing it just wherever, seeing the lace underwear she wore his eyes grew full with lust, he went to her neck hungrily leaving small marks as he unclasp her bra, he removes her skirt now carrying her towards the sofa near his  table, he opens her legs harshly, rubbing her clit he said “Your this wet, I’ve barely done anything” he grinned, the girl was unable to open her legs from too much pleasure in which Mark reacted to by opening it wider “I’m going to punish you and make sure you will regret what you did” he exclaimed while ripping the girl’s panty, he sucked her clit harshly tightly grabbing her thighs, he then moves his tongue down her entrance which makes the girl release a loud moan, he stops and grabs her neck pulling it towards his face “You’re too loud do you want everyone in the office to know how dirty you are” his statement makes the girl’s voice hitch and even before she can give a reply he gets back to pushing his tongue in her entrance while rubbing her clit with his thumb, the pressure make the girl see stars all over ”I-I I’m cumming sir” she stated stuttering too much, Mark stops the girl felt the emptiness and she whined “You don’t get to cum yet slut” he said, he pulls her hair making her kneel he unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt pushing down his pants with his boxer “Open your mouth” he orders as he pushed her towards his dick deep down enough for her to gag , he went on and on that the girl is now crying from how it’s too much but not wanting to stop as pleasure spreads all over her as Mark felt he was close the sloppier he got in pushing her, so she took the initiative to suck him on her own and not long after he came in her throat, saltiness filling her palate.

He pulls her bending her over his desk, he thrust inside her slowly before he slams harder and deep “S-sir you feel so good” his ego got boosted with her compliment thrusting harshly to make sure she would have a hard time walking and for her to learn her lesson, he grabs both of her boobs pushing her towards him deepening every thrust and soon after the girl clenched around Mark “You’re cumming huh?” “Y-yes” she said and Mark slaps her but really hard “You need to call me sir for you to cum” he said demanding her to follow “Y-ye yes sir please make this slut cum” soon after she cums and after a few more thrusts Mark follows, he gave her three more sharp thrusts befor pulling out.

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that fell down shaking from sex, “Your on the pill right” he inquired remembering he came inside her.

“Oh shit, I-I’m not on the pill sir” she said while she tries to stand up but fail, Mark then removed his tie from the girl and began collecting his clothes putting them back on one by one.

“I will tell my secretary to buy you some plan B make sure to take it” he said as he pulls his tie up signaling he will be leaving already.

“What if I don’ take it” she asked teasingly but Mark did not take it well slamming his palms towards the desk she is leaning to “Why did you fuck me is to get yourself pregnant for money?” he exclaimed, fear has spread across the girl’s face making her feel small.

Mark grabs his check in his desk and wrote 1 million dollars worth of money “Here’s the money so make sure to take it” he throws it towards her face.

“Are you just going to leave me, how about me right now or my panty at least” the girl said feeling pathetic and which Mark replied with a scoff giving her another check worth another million.

“I believe the money is enough now” he said walking away now and stopping before opening the door to say “I don’t care about you, what we did was just sex and nothing more so get out of here as fast as you can” and he left as anger spread all over him.

Flashback to College

Truth be told Mark is actually sensitive about pregnancy topics, there was this girl that he loved so deeply when he was just eighteen years old her name was Mina, he spent his youth loving and protecting her, she was poor unlike Mark which his parent’s disliked and protested that she was only a gold digger that is after his money, Mark even went through extreme lengths for her, from buying her expensive gifts to giving every part of him, even arguing with his parents every day and when she got pregnant when they were twenty he was extremely happy, he thought his life was complete with her not until one day when he went to her apartment he heard moans from her room “God, Mark doesn’t even know what we are doing, fucking around like this” said Mina “He is like a puppy following you around” exclaimed the man “Baby if not for his money I won’t be even fucking him, nor get pregnant plus you’re way better in bed” she said moaning, it made Mark really angry and pained, he slams the door open to which shocked the both of them.

“What the fuck did you just say y-you” he said as his voice breaks from too much pain that the love of his life gave him “Only loved me for money” Mina get’s herself off from the man as she tries to get close to Mark “ Mark no you, you heard wrong, I love you not because of your money” he pushed Mina away as he made eye contact with the guy making him punch him hard releasing all the anger “ I did not hear wrong, how dare you cheat on me” he said eyeing Mina, she begged Mark all over and over  and the man she was having sex with said “Just leave that good for nothing asshole Mina” his words made every vein from Mark pop that’s why he punches the guy again and again and again in which the guy returned but Mark was overpowering as he threw more punches, Mina tried to stop them both but she was too weak to stop them soon after he gave the final punch that made the guy fall “I am not good for nothing, in fact I have money which both of you don’t have” he said in the most angry tone he has ever been, Mina and the guy was left shocked with his words they felt very belittle by it “And for you Mina, I loved you and all along my parents were right you are nothing but a gold digger” it made Mina cry even harder, regret filling her all over as she tried to reach Mark only to be pushed away hard enough that her belly hit the side of the bed, soon after that blood filled the room Mark was alarmed remembering his baby so he gave the ambulance a call. When they arrived in the hospital Mina was immediately checked and he found out his baby died his blood and flesh died, regret, blame and all different emotions filled him mostly blaming Mina if she did not cheat on him this will not happen. He left her that day returning to his parents because of how sorry he feels he defended her yet they were right all along, after that Mark has changed he no longer is the bubbly and friendly Mark he became a bad boy fucking every single girl not caring about them at all or would have a girlfriend but would cheat on them on multiple occasions, no relationship after Mina lasted as he thought all people care about is money not how he feels.

Day Before Heading To Korea

Walking he saw his secretary slash friend Taeil he immediately orders him to buy the plan B for the girl he just banged or just anything to prevent her from getting pregnant “Sir why do you fuck girls when you don’t want them to get pregnant” his secretary exclaimed “Come on Taeil don’t play innocent who knows you might’ve banged as much as I did or even more” he said teasing him to which Taeil returned with a huge shake of his head “Nope,nope I’m not like you and never will, well infact I am getting married soon” Mark was shocked not really believing Taeil so he slapped his arm “Your jokes are getting better” he laughed while Taeil had a straight face “Im not kidding my girlfriend really said yes and we are getting married” Mark stopped laughing with a face of disbelief that made Taeil chuckle now “Your gonna settle with someone now?” he questions “Hahaha Mark yes I am” he pats Mark’s shoulder “Wow, why is everyone around me getting married, you should know that the single life is way better” he said while clicking his toungue “Being single is indeed better, but when you love someone you would prefer to be with them every minute and every second and then it would be better for you because you love each other” he said lovingly making Mark laugh “You are madly in love hyung” he laughs “I bet when you meet your match you will also be madly in love with her” Mark shook his head showing a big X sign with his arms “Loving someone crazily will only kill you ,plus I know for sure all they want from me is my money” he said protesting and Taeil gave him a comforting smile before he turns his back to return to work.

Mark headed to the rooftop to get some fresh air while doing so he reminisce his past about Mina and Taeil’s words about him finding true love, discovering that there is indeed a part of him that wants to meet someone that loves him for him and not his money but before he could think more he shrugs it off and in que his phone rings and the caller was his Dad, he answers the phone.

Dad : “Son how have you been there in Canada?” his father questions with a giddy tone

Mark: “Here alive and well” he answers bluntly

Dad: “That’s good, how about the company is it doing well?” he questions further

Mark: “Of course it’s doing exceptionally well, is that all you have to ask” he ask as he sense there is something more with his phone call

Dad: ” Well uhm son I need you to come to Korea asap” he said as he cleared his throat

Mark: “How about our company here, it needs me dad” he said, but actually deep down he is not ready to come back to Korea because coming back means revisiting his past.

Dad: “I already fixed that, your brother is coming to Canada to manage the company”

Mark: “But Dad I’m not really sure I actually don’t want to go back”

Dad: “Look Mark, honestly I wanted to ask you kindly first to hear your first reaction but I just want to inform you that even if you say no, I want you to come home here as soon as you can”

Mark: “Dad but I- I ok fine yes I will come go to Korea as soon as I can but do I just leave?”

Dad: “Yes Mark and starting the day you come back here you will manage the company in Korea plus you need to attend a charity ball this week Saturday”

Mark: “ Ok Dad I get it” he said with a defeated tone

And his Dad hangs up, he doesn’t really want to go and feels very hesitant having an inner conflict with himself, his phone rang again and the caller this time is Taeil telling him to get back to the meeting as lunch break was already over, he endured several more meetings after another until it was finally over to signify his day will finally end. He went back to his office massaging the temples of his forehead as he sat down to think about the many things that bothers him, he then pages for Taeil through his phone, Taeil rushed to see him asking what are his orders for him, Mark stood up and told Taeil “Book me a flight to Korea tomorrow” Taeil took note of it as schok embodied him “Tomorrow sir? And Korea?” he knows that Mark hates Korea for the reason behind it being Mina but he repeated “Yes tomorrow to Korea also you are coming with me” he said as he grabs his things preparing to leave work “B-but sir why shall I come with you and how about my wedding?” he inquires worriedly “It’s part of your job as my secretary and as for you wedding if your soon to be wife loves you so much she can wait oh and make sure it’s a one way ticket” Taeil was very schoked with Mark’s action but before he can speak up more Mark was waves him goodbye making his exit.

The next day Mark woke up with a not so good mood, he made his secretary Taeil pack for him and for which Taeil cursed him for, after packing they head in to his car to drive to the airport Mark tried to get some sleep but he can’t seem to get some with all the flashback memories filling him, they arrived in the airport, checked in and headed to the first class seats of the plane, the whole plane ride was spent with drinking, sleeping and eating for he past 15hrs and after all that has passed he finally hears the flight attendant proclaim” Flight #127 to Seoul South Korea has now landed” and there he was in the land he long abandoned, the land filled with bright yet devastating memories, he shut his eyes preparing himself, as he finally left the plane he feels the jet lag kicking and decided to go to his parents house, just as he thought everyone was asleep due to the very dim lighting he was surprised by his parents with a huge “WELCOME HOME” banner, and he thought to himself “This is it Mark you are really here”.

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Promises

pairing: kenny ackerman x reader (platonic), slight levi x reader

warnings: angst, character death, mild swearing

wc: 4.4k

a/n: so, so sorry this took so long!! i decided to combine these two requests and change them up a little, so i hope that’s okay! i’m really proud of this piece, so i hope you all enjoy it, too. xx

side note: technically this is a sequel to my other fic Pot Meet Kettle but it’s not entirely necessary to read that first.

requests:

Your writing’s so good I’m cryin’... Also, I’d LOVE to see what you have in mind for Kenny and Reader’s background! 👀 Were they both underground? was Reader already in the Corps when they met?? did she learn how to punch creeps from Kenny?? Plus I’m very curious about what he meant by her fixing broken hearts!

could you do a part 2 to the pot meet kettle levi fic? i really loved it and i think it would be cool if you could write a part 2 based off the kenny vs levi scene in season 3? like maybe kenny sees the reader and he's like good to see you again and levi is like mf what idk im not creative :(( sorry if this isn't enough

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After Rod Reiss had been taken down, the scouts were sent to search the ruined fields for survivors. It was unlikely that any were left, but Erwin was adamant that no soldier would be left behind. You respected him for that, and went on your way to do your job. 

As you wandered, you ran into a returning scout, someone you didn’t know the name of but were sure had been paired with the Captain for this mission. His head was down as he walked, like there was something he had seen that he shouldn’t have, and your mind began to fill with worries for Levi. Had something happened? 

Making your steps slightly heavier in the grass so that he would notice you, the man finally looked up, quickly saluting to his superior. You brushed him off, instead getting down to business. 

“Where’s Captain Levi, cadet?” 

The man’s eyes darted away from your own before he answered. “Taking care of something, I think.”

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the soldier’s weary tone. “Oh? And what is he taking care of, might I ask?” Everything about this seemed peculiar, and you weren’t having it. 

“I don’t know. Something… personal.” When he finally met your gaze, he relented, sacrificing the Captain’s privacy for his own sake, too scared to see what your reaction would be if he kept playing coy. “He’s that way, by the big oak tree,” he stated, pointing in the direction he came. 

You squinted, making out the shadow of the tree in the setting sun. You dismissed the cadet, and quickly made your way towards Levi, his body becoming clearer as you approached. Once you were a reasonable distance away, you called out, but were met with silence. As your worry grew, you moved faster, only stopping when you realized what was going on. 

Levi was kneeling, his body covering the person in front of him. It didn’t matter, you’d recognize those spurs anywhere. 

“Kenny?” The name was uttered in disbelief, and as you stepped around Levi, your eyes grew wide with fear. “Kenny!” 

Immediately, you jumped into action, your scout training taking hold of your body as you knelt by your friend. Your hands hovered over his burnt and bloodied body, not knowing where to start but ignoring the possibility that it was too late. “How… How do I help you? I-I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes were tearing up, and your breathing was getting ragged as you struggled to find some solution. “Please, Kenny, tell me how to help!” 

“Kitten…” His voice was rough as he spoke, his usual tones of confidence and charisma gone. You met his half-closed eyes with your wet ones, begging for him to give you some answer, some, any sort of reassurance that things would be alright. 

“Please,” you pleaded. You had never sounded this pitiful in your life, but you didn’t care, and as his shaking hand grabbed your own, a sob wracked your body. “Kenny, please. Please stay.” You couldn’t help, you knew that, but you hoped for once in his life he would listen to you. 

His eyes began to shut, and his voice fell to a whisper as he said, “Stay safe, kitten.” With a barely there squeeze of your hand, his body went limp, his hand dropping from your grasp.  

You stared in silence, shock overtaking you for a moment. But then, all you felt was anger. “No. No! You promised!” You were yelling at this point, fist reaching out to bang on Kenny’s chest in retaliation. A strong grip on your wrist stopped you, but you weren’t done. As if he could read your mind, Levi wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you back from the now dead man. You were screeching obscenities at both Kenny and Levi as you struggled to break free. Soon, your screams turned into sobs, and as you fell limp into Levi’s arms, you let out one last whimper, a last cry for help. “You promised.”

Later that night, as you pulled a camisole over your head, a knock sounded on your quarters’ door. Truthfully, you had absolutely no desire to talk to anyone. You had had a long day, you had just changed into your pajamas, and you weren’t in the mood to join your fellow soldiers in celebration. Still, you pulled the door open a few inches, hoping it would be someone you could easily send away. To your surprise, Levi stood outside dressed in plain clothes and hair wet from what you presumed was a shower. Even more surprising was the newly formed bruise on his cheekbone. The reddish-purple mark stood out against his normally flawless skin, and you found yourself staring, only Levi’s sharp voice bringing you back to reality. 

“You did that, you know,” he commented with a blank face. 

“What?” You opened the door a bit more, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

His left eyebrow cocked up just barely. “When you went berserk earlier. Before I managed to snag both of your wrists,” he explained. He reached up a hand to brush against his cheek. “Damn, you hit hard.” 

You weren’t sure, but the tone in the man’s voice made you think that maybe, just maybe, he was trying to cheer you up. Against your will, the corners of your mouth turned up the slightest bit. “Did you expect anything less?” You quipped, wondering what his answer might be. 

“No.” He shrugged. “Just surprised it took you this long to punch me in the face.” 

At that, you let out a laugh. It was true, the man had managed to push every single one of your buttons during his time with the Scouting Regiment. The two of you were in constant conflict, arguments over the smallest things popping up out of nowhere. At some point, Erwin had decided that Mike would be the babysitter of you two, keeping you both in line during training and even more so during squad leader meetings. You started to smile at the memory, but when you remembered that Mike, like so many of the others you loved, was dead, your expression fell. 

Moving your eyes to stare down at the uneven floorboards, you spoke quietly, but sincerely, “I’m sorry.” 

Levi knew you weren’t just apologizing for hitting him but for everything, and as he studied your face, he made a decision. “Do you want some tea? I keep a special brand in my room.” It was the only thing he had to offer, and both you and him knew it. 

You froze as you tried to figure out the best course of action. Follow the Captain to his room or mope around alone until you cry yourself to sleep? In the end, it was an easy choice. Still, your heart stuttered in your chest while you gained your composure. You took a breath before responding, “Um, sure.” 

There was a beat of silence, as if the two of you were readying yourself to take on some new, mysterious foe. And in a way, you supposed, you were. About a month after Levi had joined the scouts, there had been an… incident of sorts. It wasn’t disastrous or anything like that, but Erwin had quickly ruled that the two of you weren’t allowed to be in the same room together without someone else present. A wise decision on his part, if you were being completely honest, and something that Levi nor you argued with in the slightest. But now, years later, it seemed both of you were ready to break that rule, Levi making the first move as he turned on his heel and waited to see if you would follow. 

Out of all of the scouts, you were known to be the most stealthy. Mike was usually the only one who could sense you were coming, claiming you had a distinctly pleasant smell that his nose had no problem picking up on. One time, he had even claimed that you were the best smelling person in the Survey Corps, and you couldn’t help but swell with pride. Hange had whispered to you later that evening that that was his way of flirting, but you never took her seriously. You weren’t interested in dating anyways. No one had ever really caught your eye minus one man, but you always said it was more of a fascination than a crush. 

Even your ODM gear seemed to be quieter than the rest, and you once managed to spook even the Commander when you landed on the same tree branch as him without him knowing. You naturally existed silently and sneakily so when Levi picked up on the sound of your sock-clad feet shuffling behind him, the pit of concern in his stomach grew. 

Reaching his quarters, he unlocked the door wordlessly, holding it open so that you could enter first. Your eyes widened as you took in the space. First of all, it was much bigger than your room. While you only had a bedroom and bathroom to yourself like the other squad leaders, Levi had a small living area with a couch, small coffee table, and even a desk. There were papers neatly stacked on top of it, and the rest of the area was just as orderly, his tea kettle sitting in the exact center of the coffee table. Only when you sat down on the couch did you see the small fireplace he had. It was just big enough to fit a tea kettle over it, and that’s what Levi proceeded to do. 

You let out a low whistle, capturing the man’s attention. “Wow. When did you get so important?” You asked, motioning lazily about the room with your hand. 

Levi scoffed and placed a hand casually on his hip. “Erwin gave it to me when he moved into the Commander’s quarters. Reward for the highest kill count or something like that.” His voice was so nonchalant that for a moment, you didn’t realize that he was insulting you. No, you thought, it was more of a tease than an insult. 

Now it was your turn to scoff, well aware that your fellow Captain was just trying to get a reaction out of you. Levi watched as you rolled your eyes playfully, firelight glinting off of your irises. Had they always been such a pretty color? 

The whistle of the kettle broke him out of his reverie, and he swiftly turned back to take it off of the heat. When he brought it back to the table, he was pleasantly surprised that you had already prepared the teacups, him only having to pour the water in and wait for it to steep. Hesitantly, he moved around the table to take a seat next to you, wondering when the two of you were ever this close. The events of the day popped into his head, and he did his best to ignore the fact that the thing he remembered the most about it was you being in his arms. Still, a question had been lingering in his mind, and he figured now was the best time to ask it. 

“Y/N,” he started, and you looked over with wide eyes at the use of your first name. You honestly weren’t aware that he even knew you had a first name. “Can I ask you a question?” You knew what was coming, but you forced yourself to nod anyways, giving him silent permission to know your secrets. “How do you know Kenny Ackerman?” 

It was a loaded question, and you let out a breath as you tried to figure out the best way to tell the story without getting either you or Kenny into trouble. Even the secrets of a dead man needed to be protected sometimes. Despite it all occurring years ago, the government’s threat towards you regarding the release of information hung heavily in your mind. Both you and Levi would be in danger if you revealed too much. He could swear himself to secrecy, and you would trust him, but the risk would never be worth the reward. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, worrying your lip as you thought of how to start to explain. 

“Well,” you bit the inside of your cheek, gathering your nerves before continuing, “About a year and a half before you joined the scouts, I got myself into a bit of trouble.” He raised an eyebrow in surprise as you were widely thought to be the most well behaved and well intentioned scout there was. He thought he was the only person who could get you riled up, your scoldings from the other squad leaders and the Commander always leading back to him. You sent him a small grin. “I wasn’t always the goody two shoes I am now, Levi.” 

“Anyways, it became kind of a big deal in the Capital, and a lot of higher-ups were calling for my head.” You let out a light chuckle. “Imagine just turning 19 and having almost every MP looking for you. Scary stuff.”

“Wait.” Levi held up a hand to stop you before you could continue. The story had just started, but he was already having trouble believing that this was the truth. If not for the darkness that rested just behind your eyes, he would’ve called bullshit as soon as you said your first sentence. “What exactly did you do?” 

You looked away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment, an internal debate raging on inside your head. With a sigh, you relented. “I… I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say it had to do with a certain Premier and confidential papers being stolen from his office.” Levi’s eyes grew wide, and you took that as a sign to continue. “No one knows except Commander Erwin, but I spent most of my teenage years in the Underground. I was born within Wall Sina, so I had papers to be up top, but I much preferred being below gro—”

“Why?” Levi was quick to cut you off, his expression hard and tone almost offended.

“My parents owned land in Wall Sina, and when they died, they left none of it to me, so folk got the idea in their head that I was a problem child. I wasn’t wanted there, so I left.” You shrugged, and Levi’s face softened. “I admit, the Underground wasn’t easy, but I was quick on my feet and smart for my age. I survived and I survived by myself. Help wasn’t something I wanted, but when you’re suddenly being chased by the royal government, it becomes something you need. That’s how I found Kenny, and it’s why I owe him my life.” 

It had been a week since you had completed your assignment, already turning in the materials to the man who had hired you and returning back to your comfortable life underground. All had seemed to go swimmingly, and your confidence had grown tenfold. The feeling of being unstoppable was addictive, and you craved the sensation of that feeling again. You let your thoughts drift to what you could accomplish next, but sudden screams quickly snapped you out of your daydream. Straightening in your chair, you peeked out of the window of the tavern you currently resided in. Fear grew in your chest at what you saw.

Standing right outside were five MP’s, fully equipped with ODM gear and holding up a wanted poster with a poorly drawn sketch of your face on it. It was clear that they were asking for your whereabouts, and you were thankful to see that every person was shaking their heads to say no, they had no idea. Even with the solidarity of your fellow Underground citizens, you knew you had to get out of there and away from the sharp swords that hung off of the men’s waists. Before you could move, though, two of the men entered the bar, their eyes sweeping over the patrons. 

Right before their eyes could meet your frightened ones, your world was encased in darkness, the only light you could see coming from below you. You blinked, trying to understand what exactly just happened, but soon realized that a large hat had been placed over your head. Carefully, you lifted the brim so that you could see, and were met with the piercing silver stare of a man a good amount of years older than you. Apparently your confusion showed on your face because he quickly pushed the hat back down so that it shaded your features. 

He spoke in a quiet voice, only letting you be privy to whatever information he was about to share. “I’d keep that on if I were you, kitten. Don’t want the MP’s seeing your face, now do we?” You didn’t dare speak, but quickly shook your head, showing him you were listening and following instructions. “Good,” he dragged out the vowel, and the table shook as he placed his leg onto the table. Were those cowboy boots and spurs? You were pretty sure people only wore those in stories. “Now,” he stated, “We’re just gonna have a nice, pleasant conversation. Lots of giggles, ya hear me?” You nodded, the hat moving up and down your forehead. 

As the man started spewing nonsense, you did your best to play along, laughing like he said to and keeping your face covered as best you could. You could hear the MP’s getting closer to your table over the man’s rowdy voice, and the hand gripping your drink began to shake in fear. Smoothly, the man took your hand in his, making some weird comment about how soft it was. You frowned. Your hands weren’t soft at all. What was with this guy? 

The realization of what his plan was smacked you in the face, and you let out light giggles in response, putting on your most fake voice as you thanked him for the compliment. The things you were saying to each other became sickly sweet, so much so that you almost laughed at one point. As the soldiers approached your table, the mysterious man leaned in close, his alcoholic breath fanning over your face. Calmly, he swept the hat off of your head and placed it so that it covered both of your faces from the men who were now only a couple of feet away. 

A swift kick from under the table spurred you into action, and you let out a girlish moan followed by an exaggerated giggle. He followed suit, making a comment about how nice your lips were. If it were any other situation, you would punch this man in the face, but for right now, you’d listen to every command he gave you. From behind the hat you heard one of the MP’s mumble about ‘couples these days’ with a gagging noise coming from the other. With one last lovesick comment from the man in front of you, the MP’s retreated, leaving the tavern with muttered curses leaving their lips. 

Your savior leaned back into his chair, a smirk adoring his features as he placed his hat back on his head. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, you in shock and him in some state of glee. You decided to speak first. 

“Who are you?” 

“The name’s Kenny.” He kicked his other leg up on the table with a thwack! as the spur hit the cracked wood. The silence grew again, but this time you were at a loss for words. Sure, his name was Kenny, but was that all he was going to say? Apparently not, but when he spoke up again, it was entirely unhelpful. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You frowned, unamused. “Maybe for you. I should punch you for some of the things you said. Strange men shouldn’t talk to unassuming ladies like that.” Your tone was laced with a bit of sarcasm, and he guffawed.

“I don’t think fugitives from the crown can be considered ladies,” he shot back, and you huffed. His face grew serious. “I’ve been watching you for a while, kitten.”

You raised your eyebrows at the nickname. “It’s Y/N, and, uh, what?” Once again, this man completely took you by surprise. 

He shrugged. “You may not know it yourself, kitten, but you’re well known down here in the Underground. A mysterious girl who arrives without a sound, stealing from the above-grounders and sharing the wealth with the rest of us? You’re practically a legend; some people don’t even believe you’re real, but those that do would protect you with their life.”

This was all news to you. Yes, those were things that you did, but people recognized you for it? You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked quickly as you tried to puzzle the situation out. “I…” You struggled for words.

Kenny held up a hand. “It’s true whether you believe it or not… But, it seems that you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew this time, my friend. Stealing from the Premier? Tsk, tsk.” His tone was more playful than condescending, and you gave him a weary grin. 

You sighed and finally relaxed back into your own chair, studying the man’s face. It showed his experience rather than his age, and you wondered just exactly who he was. Taking a chance, you pried for more information. You hated being in the dark. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Who are you?” 

His smile grew at your curiosity, crooked teeth appearing under chapped lips. “Someone who can help you. If you want it, that is. It seems clear you like to work on your own.” There was a challenge laced into his words, and you wondered what the right decision was. On one hand, getting involved with someone else, someone else you knew nothing about at that, was a dangerous game. On the other, you were in trouble and you needed all the help you could get. 

Taking a chance, you slowly nodded. “Okay. What do you have in mind?” 

He explained his plan. The MP’s didn’t know your name, so it would be easy to get above ground using your old Wall Sina papers. After you expressed your concern and with a chuckle, he dismissed their drawing of you, stating that once you got above ground and cleaned up, you would be unrecognizable from your old self. Then, with his next words, you lost your confidence in his plan. 

“You want me… to join the Survey Corps?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Uh, no way. That’s right under the government’s noses!” 

He brushed you off. “Eh, not really. The government already dislikes the Corps. They’re not gonna care who’s in it; they figure you’ll all die soon enough.” At that, you gave him a very blank stare, and he just laughed, stealing a swig from your mug. “You’ll be fine. You don’t seem like the dying type.”

It was true, you had escaped the jaws of death on multiple occasions, but you weren’t in the business of actively riding towards your demise. That seemed plain idiotic to you, and you made that known. “This isn’t a joke. It’s my life on the line,” you countered.

With a swift movement, his legs were off of the table and his body was leaning in towards yours, the weight on his elbows making the table creak. His eyes turned dark, levelling your gaze. “It’s your life either way. Would you rather die by the hands of the Military Police after they’ve done God-knows-what to you? Or would you rather die on your own terms, possibly fighting for Humanity’s freedom?” 

It was a good question, a fair question, and one you immediately knew the answer to. You sucked in a breath as you resigned yourself to your new fate. “So, how do we do this?” 

With another grin, Kenny explained the rest of his plan. It really wasn’t a bad idea, and you were grateful for the help. But still uncertainty settled in your stomach.

The day you were to join the Corps, Kenny had told you he would meet you before you left. You hadn’t seen him in about a week, and in that time, you had completely changed yourself, moving up top, getting a haircut, and finally wearing clean, untorn clothes. It was weird and different, but a part of you enjoyed it. This was a new start, you had chosen to believe.

“Kitten!” You turned towards the easily recognizable voice with a roll of your eyes, but the playful smile that toyed with your lips gave away your true feelings. “Give me a spin!” He requested, and when you did, he let out a loud whistle. “Damn, you really look like you belong up here.”

You raised your eyebrows with a grin. “That’s the point, right?” 

“Precisely, my friend, precisely.” Slinging an arm over your shoulders, he began to walk with you towards where the ferry would pick you up. His pace was slow, obviously not in a rush to say goodbye, and you felt the same. Somehow, the two of you had grown close over the past month. Even with all of the secrets you both kept from each other, there was an air of freedom when you were in the other’s presence. No lies, no false personalities, just friendship. 

It was refreshing, to say the least.

For once, you both were quiet as you walked. The weight of the future hung over both of you, pressing your mouths shut. He managed to speak first, his voice cracking for the first time since you met him and giving away his true emotions. 

“Stay safe, kitten.” The words were serious, and something in him couldn’t stand to let that be the last thing he said. “You’ll kick those Titans’ asses.” 

Normally, you’d laugh, or at least smile, at his cheesy jokes. Instead, you stopped walking and turned until you both faced each other, looking up to meet his eyes. With a swallow, you asked something of him that you knew was unfair, was selfish, was wrong. Yet, you still asked, knowing Kenny wouldn’t hold it against you. 

“Promise me you won’t die before me.” 

His eyes softened in understanding, crinkles forming around their edges as he gave you the most gentle of smiles. He knew what you needed to hear, knew it would be a lie, knew you’d hate him for it. But, he said it anyway.

“I promise.”

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