#with the added little layer of Could I Have Done Anything Different to Help Her. How Have I Failed to Help Her bc hes like that

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Motivated by my own 21st birthday yesteday, I decided to (re)watch the famous episode in S6 in which Rory turns 21.

Looking at it now, I can't help but feel like she was, indeed, so young. I get the entire "rory gilmore downfall" thing and agree that that version of the character was just... off. However, I really feel like they could've made an entire arc about rory losing herself and then finding herself. After all, is what she deserves as one the leads of the show.

Now being her age, I understand better how weird it is to be in your early twenties. Expectations, endless possibilites, the burden of having to actually make the choices for yourself. Rory's in a different environment, questioning the lables that were very prematurely put on her. She's not living the life she had envisioned for herself, turns out she's not good at the one thing she thought she had, all of her friends are doing stuff for themselves - while she, who was always on a pedestal, feels lost.

In a sense, taking Rory from that pedestal was key to her character and to the show. Making her have a identity crisis while entering adulthood and the real world makes absolute sense. It doesn't make her spoiled, or terrible, or mean. It makes her a confused 20yo girl, and speaking as another teenager in my twenties, it does get weird!! I just hate the way everything happened, and how she had little to no insight on it, no meaningful conversations with peers, how under developed it was - to the point that it felt like an individual flaw of rory's character, when it could've been so powerful to a young women audience to have someone relatable get lost but find herself again.

Again, I'm not the show writer, and, as much as I wish Rory had been done better, I can only stick to what is canon while annalizing the episode. So here are my biggest thoughts (as if this text is not long enough)

I feel like there's a reason why they wrote Logan as unaware of Rory's birthday, specially because it plays no role in a fight, or has to do with a lack in their relationship. It's not that Logan forgot, or that he should've known. It's purely that Rory didn't tell him.

In my opinion, it symbolizes what becomes a theme during this part of the show, which is "past rory" vs "current rory" and which one is the "real" one, if it's one of them. Logan not knowing about her birthday equals Emily throwing her a big birthday party with a drink Rory doesn't like but that has her name, or inviting random people she doesn't care about. Equals Logan getting her a Birkin bag, a symbol of power, when she didn't even know the brand existed. The parallel between the dream she used to have with her mother (the trip to vegas, playing 21, buying 21 things) and the reality of their fallout and rory surrounded by exactly what lorelai ran from. Money not being able to buy traditions.

Adding to that, the next episode is the famous one, in which Jess shows up and does more than delivering a passionate speech that, almost twenty years later, would become a tiktok trend. He actually wishes her a late happy birthday. He remembers it. Either intentionally or not, it adds another layer to the amount of parallels rory is facing.

Obviously, Jess knowing something Logan didn't doesn't make him better, nor it changes anything. But in a way, it shows a gap between past and present in a different way (one maybe even more intersting than just comparing "study freak" to "yale dropout", because people change over time), once we're talking about the relationships she's building, and how she wants them to be.

On a side note, I theorize that an explanation could be that Rory and Logan's relationship is very present/future-oriented. "Future" not in the sense of building a future together, a far away future. But "Future" as "the next adventure", "the next challenge", "the next trend". The way his character was introduced already shows that, and it was very important for Rory to let go a little, but I feel like it became easy for her, amidst her twenties-crisis, to live too much like logan, trusting that things would fall into place, relying on priviledges she had never had before, forgetting herself in the process, because actually thinking about the situation would make her spiral.

I guess my point is that talking about Rory's past was not a priority - symbolized about how he doesn't even know her birthday. It worked well for them, as Rory was unconsciously doing it herself, hiding it because remembering meant actually getting in touch with who she used to be, and how things were changing, and questioning everything. Once she was able to taste how living was like for Logan - both because of him and because of her grandparents, that shared similar values and priviledges - it was easy ignoring the past, exactly because it was a big contrast that, maybe, meant that she needed to take a step back and to really think about what version she wanted to be.

(not that it matters, but it almost feels like their talks, ideas and challenges were very logan-coded, once rory was eager to ignore aspects of her life and he was eager to show her the perks and fun of his. on the other hand, her relationship with jess was very rory-coded, because everything in stars hollow brought her memories and stories she wanted to share, whereas jess was the one who wanted to escape himself, always failing to communicate, guard always up, even for small things)

In her party episode, Richard, Emily and Lorelai discuss about Rory, and have different views.

To Emily, they haven't failed her - not until she repeats Lorelai's story, showing up pregnant. Until that, there's still time and efforts. She doesn't care Rory is unhappy, or lost, or confused. She just cares about keeping her under her watch, thinking that, by doing so, she won't become like Lorelai.

To Richard, they have failed her by giving her everything she needed to run away from her responsabilities and her old self. He says something similar to what Jess later tells Rory, about how it isn't her to drop out of Yale and be in the DAR. However, he feels like that can be mended with the right incentive - a new car, a new house, in exchange for the old Rory back.

Lorelai, very wisely, knows that if the "old Rory" is bought, it is actually not her daughter. She knows the problem is not Rory not being in school, but Rory not even *wanting* to go back.

Still, none of them actually say any of that to her face. Having Jess be the one doing it is one of the few nice parts of that season, because it makes sense. He knows her, not an idealized version, but the flawed, real one she showed him. He returns exactly to show her he made something for himself exactly like she believed he could, reminding rory of how she can trust her own judgment, and how she can make something for herself as well. He doesn't hesitate in comparing how different the two versions of her are, even if he might be wrong or sound jealous. Mostly, he points out that it is not normal for rory gilmore to ignore her mom. Everyone from her past could see it, and someone needed to say it. For some reason, Lorelai, Lane and even Paris couldn't, and Jess checked all the boxes.

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hellooo!! could i request something christmassy with joel? maybe something to do with a secret santa with the fam in jackson 🫣 thank youuu lots and lots of love <33

hiii lots of love back!!! tysm for your request baby <3 0.9k of fluff and christmas in jackson!

Christmas in Jackson feels like the closest thing to how life was before the outbreak. Feels the closest to normal you’ll ever get. Though, you suppose it’s your normal now.

There are string lights hung, wrapped around railings, and some porch light bulbs have been switched from their classic white to red and green. Wreaths hung on doors, snow on the ground.

Jackson’s been your home for some time now, but it feels the most like home in December.

There are people that feel like family in Jackson, too. Joel and Ellie and the house you share, Tommy and Maria and their place across the street. Although you don’t think you’ll ever be one hundred percent comfortable somewhere—not when things like clickers exist—here, you’re probably as close as you can be. A solid ninety on a good day, never any lower than a seventy-five on a tough one.

The people you’ve got have a lot to do with that.

Those of you that are old enough to remember what the holidays were like before the outbreak have tried to teach the younger ones about traditions. Santa Claus and Christmas morning, decorating a tree and making cookies.

This year, Secret Santa’s been added to the mix.

You’d have been happy getting anybody’s name from the hat Tommy had filled with folded pieces of paper, but you’re glad the one you got was Joel.

He’d already been in Jackson for a while when you arrived, and, because there are only so many houses built at a time, he’d let you stay with him. And you just never moved out.

He’s told you that he was different before Jackson, before meeting Ellie. Joel was colder, rougher, and he’d call himself a bad man for it, but you’ve all done bad things to survive.

Besides, living with him and getting to know what’s beneath all those layers he’s surrounded himself with, you don’t think you could ever call Joel a bad person.

You’re just finishing wrapping his present when he comes in, “you ready?”

“Don’t peek,” you say, tying a bow around his gift. “No spoilers!”

Joel shakes his head with a huff of a laugh, and comes up behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders and squeezing. “I didn’t see anything. Promise.”

The hand of yours that isn’t holding the present reaches up to hold one of his where it sits on your shoulder, and you spin to face him.

Joel’s wearing a flannel (like usual), the top buttons left undone just enough to catch a hint of his chest hair. He’s got jeans on and his boots, and though he pretty much always wears a variation of this outfit, you admire him all the same.

“‘Kay, let’s go.”

He grabs your jacket for you from where it hangs by your front door, holding it open and helping you shrug it onto your shoulders. You’ve told Joel time and time again that you can do it yourself, but you know that he likes to help whenever he can, so you let him.

Joel speaks volumes with his actions, a little love sprinkled in everything he does for you.

As you pass the garage, which is really Ellie’s apartment, you knock a pattern on the door, one that you and Ellie use for each other, like a code. She meets you and Joel outside quickly.

The walk to Tommy’s is incredibly short, his house a simple cross of the street away.

You’re greeted with smiles and a hug from Maria, a pat on the back from Tommy. They usher you into the living room, where they’ve got stockings hung above the fireplace, some that Maria must’ve knitted herself.

It’s not long before you get Secret Santa started, Ellie giving Maria a drawing of her favorite flowers, Maria giving Tommy a new mug for his collection, Tommy giving you a new pair of boots he’d found in your size.

Then, it’s Joel’s turn, who gives Ellie her very own guitar that he’d been working on late at night for weeks. You remember the way he’d come to bed, eyes tired and hands sore, the way he’d wrap his arms around you and that would be that.

He’d hidden the guitar at Tommy’s when it was done so she wouldn’t see it, and upon receiving her gift, Ellie gasps, “woah! Dude, you’re serious?”

Joel simply nods.

“This is so cool. Thanks, Joel.”

Ellie leans over from her spot on the couch to give him a hug, one that Joel reciprocates quickly, because he always does. You smile at the pair, at how they interact. It’s family.

Finally, it’s your turn, and you hand Joel the small box he’d walked in on you wrapping earlier.

“For you,” you say.

He tears the paper slowly, like he’s nervous to see what’s inside. Even though he shouldn’t be; Joel’s well aware you know him better than anybody else.

Inside, he finds a pair of work gloves, probably old, but in pretty good condition. No holes in the palm or fingertips.

“They’re for when you’re making your guitars,” you tell him. “I found ‘em on patrol a while ago and thought you’d like them. No more slivers for you, Miller.”

He sets them down in his lap and smiles that small, sweet smile of his, and it feels like a present in itself. Tossing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you close, he says, “they’re perfect, sweetheart. Thanks.”

And when everyone else is distracted by their own conversation, Joel presses a kiss to the side of your head, then your cheek, then, quick, your lips.

It’s the kind of Christmas tradition you could get used to.

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Ghost of Us — Chapter 2

Masterpage <last next>

This is the sequel to my book Ghost of You. Go check it out before reading this one.

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: language, talk of spirits, some angst

Word Count: 3.7K

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There was a moment of complete silence where no one dared utter a word out of shock or spite. It didn't really matter. I could see Strange’s eyes dart around my face, searching for a reaction, anger, sadness, anything. But was met instead with such a cold stare that could make anyone shiver. 

I assessed him with a stare and tried to find a reason why this brainless sorcerer thought it would be a good idea to even bring the news to me. Because why in the actual heck would I care if that bastard needed my help? He never cared when I did. Not that I expected any difference after the last 12 years.

I felt anger buzzing through my veins at the reminder of him. The man my nightmares were full of. The man who sent me to hell and made me seek forgiveness for who I was. For who I still am. 

I turned around and made my way to my room at the sanctum. I heard his voice but didn’t turn around, I couldn’t look at him at the moment. I didn’t even know he talked to them! I wanted to kill something.

“Y/n-“

“You tell him to go suck a d-“ 

“It’s H.Y.D.R.A,“ he blurted. I halted. My face hardened. Memories of Pietro telling me about his time there, what they did to him what they made him do. The tortures, the tears in his eyes, the procedures and trials. The scars on his body. It all hit me with much more force than expected. 

“What about them?“ I spat, unable to utter that name, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.

“There’s a base. With information, really important information,“ he cautiously informed me, knitting his eyebrows together.

“What does that have to do with me?“ My jaw tightened and I narrowed my eyes at him. How was that my problem?

“There’s some information, that’s not on the servers.“ Strange gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. What was he nervous about?

“They have a telepath witch, they don’t need me.“ I stated as a matter of fact. A scowl formed on my face. Any trace of excitement after the mission was completely erased and replaced with annoyance. His mouth set in a hard line and hung his head. 

“What needs to be done is out of her expertise,“ he sighed, snapping his fingers. I gave him a long look. “Because they’re dead,“ he confessed. I was not impressed. I turned around.

“What a shame,“ I said over my shoulder as I walked away. His next sentence stopped me dead in my track.

“They know about you. About Pietro,“ blood drained from my face and I felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be happening. Stephen appeared in front of me and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look up at him. I felt sick and I’m sure I looked like it too.

“You don’t have to do this, I’ll find another way,“ His eyes softened in worry as he took me in, I felt like a child under his stare, just like that day. I wanted to believe him, I really did. But unless he had magically become a necromancer overnight, we had no choice. They couldn’t know about me. And he knew it.

****

“Couldn’t you have opened the portal a little bit further?“ I accused, sarcasm dripping from my tongue as I dragged my feet on the street. It wasn’t that far honestly, maybe a 10-minute walk, but complaining gave me something else to focus on. 

“No, you need this time to put yourself together,“ he declared, glancing sideways at me. “And to remember you’re no longer that scared little girl afraid of her own shadow. You’re a powerful witch, make sure they remember that, kid.“ Stephen finished, a serious look on his face but under all those layers of indifference, I could swear I saw pride glinting in his eyes. I gave him a nod, unable to speak with the knot forming in my throat. We walked the rest of the path in comfortable silence until we approached the building. 

The main entrance was guarded by four guards. I raised my brows at the view, last time I was here there wasn’t any security near the doors. They considered us a threat, as they should. I smiled at the thought.

“Shall we?“ Strange asked as he opened a portal into the place. I took a deep breath and nodded. 

“If they try something funny, kick their asses.“I smiled at his words and stepped through the portal, Strange hot on my trail. 

The place looked the same but felt different. I was different. I changed, whether, for the good or bad, I didn’t know. 

“Do you know where we’re going?” We fell into step as he blindly followed me. 

“Of course,” I didn’t, but a certain something pulled me forward. We passed through corridors I wasn’t familiar with, but also through ones I knew by heart. In the distance, I spotted the library. It looked the same as last time, but this time, after all my training, I was able to discern its aura. I halted immediately. It was pitch black. No wonder it almost killed me. That type of aura was surprisingly not uncommon. It could mean two things: a disaster happened or it’s guarded by a dark spirit. It sounded bad, but I would be more concerned if it had been red. I shuddered at the thought of encountering one again. 

“I almost died there.“ I whispered, shoved my hands in my pockets, and signaled with my chin. He saved me. “That’s how I got this baby right here,” I palmed my ribs, where the scar was. It healed with time, but I would wake up every once in a while feeling as if it had just been carved into my skin again.

I shook my head, in hopes of shaking the memories away, and resumed our walk following the pull. We passed many hallways until the sound of muffled voices could be heard.

“I knew this was a bad idea!“

“Calm down Tony.“

We followed the voices quietly and ended up in a conference room. Its walls were glass made and in the middle stood a big oval table with ten chairs. And at the front stood the one and only Anthony Stark. 

“To calm down!? She’s dang-“

“I dare you to finish that sentence.“ Strange interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, a cold expression adorning his features. Everyone froze. Seconds passed and they turned around, to look at me. But my gaze was nowhere near them as I was busy looking around for him. He wasn't there. I couldn’t help but feel relieved but also disappointed. I wanted to see him, make sure he was all right, that he was eating, but I also knew it would kill me the moment he didn’t recognize me. This was for the best. I would do what I came here to do and then I would go back to my life back in the sanctum. I was fine. It was fine. 

Silence prevailed as we stood in front of Anthony, Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce, Bucky, and Sam. Their eyes roamed my body, up and down. Not in a creepy way, but rather in a “she’s not dead” type of way. Any day I would’ve laughed at the situation, but I refused to show any side of me that wasn’t filled with disdain to them. I didn’t hate them, just Anthony, but I knew where their loyalties lay. I wasn’t going to take any chance to be betrayed. 

I only needed Stephen and Wong. Keep telling yourself that.

“Y/n-“

“We’re here, what do we do now?“ I grunted, glaring at him for daring to utter the name my mother gave me. The tension could be cut with a knife as the silence grew. I was under control but the appearance of ghosts was unavoidable. After learning more about my abilities I also learned these spirits weren’t going to hurt me, on the contrary. Their sole purpose was to protect, all I had to do was learn how to control them and use them to my benefit. I was no longer defenseless.

Steve opened his mouth to answer my question, but laughter stopped him. I felt him before I saw him or even heard him. The hairs at the back of my neck stood up and a shiver shook my spine. And I could swear the scar on my side stung for a second. I didn’t dare to turn around. And I didn’t have to, because he entered the room, and I was forced to look at him.

His gaze fell on me and our eyes connected. They were as captivating as the last time I saw them. He looked the same, happier and healthier, but pretty much the same. That didn’t stop me from absorbing his presence once again. I knew him like the palm of my hand, but seeing him again, alive, made me want to memorize every single detail one more time. While my eyes admired him, so did his. His pupils dilated while looking at me. He searched my gaze as if looking for something. Confusion passed through his eyes, but then acknowledgment and something more I didn’t recognize. I felt my heart stop. Hope. 

“You’re that girl!“ Pietro announced with his thick accent. I always thought it made him more charming. “You’re Stark’s daughter.“ My heart clenched. Any hope went crumbling down and shattered into million pieces.

That sobered me up almost instantly. My gaze grew emotionless and the room turned cold, literally. I was mad. Out of all the ways they could’ve described me to him, they chose “Tony Stark’s daughter”. My eyes darted to Wanda’s and found regret. I felt a pang in my heart. She knew what he did to me. Wanda knew what her brother meant to me and described me as that monster’s daughter. 

Everyone kept silent.

“I am nothing of him.“ I hissed, anger and hurt clouding my thoughts. The more I talked to him, the more I saw he was not the Pietro I knew. My Pietro would’ve never said that. My Pietro hated that man for what he did to me. But this Pietro, he didn’t know any of that. They may look the same, but they are completely different people. My heart was breaking, completely shattering inside of my chest, opening old wounds that weren’t as healed as I thought. But I kept my composure. I wasn’t going to allow them to see that part of me. 

I forced my eyes off him and looked at the rest of the Avengers in the room.

“The plan. What is it?“ I croaked, fighting every emotion that could make me break down. I felt a firm hand rest on my shoulder, showing me support. As I glance at Strange, I couldn’t help but be glad he was here.

The team looked at each other, they seemed torn and restless. With a sigh, Steve took a step toward me, instinctively I raised my guard and stiffed. He saw my reaction and took it back. I scrutinized him with a glare. He meant no harm but I wasn’t about to take a chance. After some uncomfortable moments, Natasha spoke.

“Let's sit down first, shall we?“

And that we did. Strange lowered himself on the chair nearest to the door, just in case we had to bolt out of there, never breaking eye contact with Tony. Reluctantly I followed his lead and sat beside him. I felt a pair of eyes watching my every move and by the funny feeling on my nape, I figured it was him. I tried my hardest not to look at him. I cleaned my face of any emotion and returned his stare. He tried to do the same thing, and to anyone else, it would’ve seemed as if he succeeded, but I knew him better than he did himself like he used to know me better than I did. We stared at each other, a million questions running through his eyes as I remained cold while my heart broke.

“We’ve been monitoring a hydra base in Romania and a few days ago there was an explosion that killed everyone working there.“ Natasha explained, furrowing her eyebrows. “There was a lot of damage but if our information is correct then the archives rooms sustained little to no damage.”

I broke eye contact and furrow my brows. If the archives were fine, why did they need my help? I studied their faces and glanced at my mentor, he looked just as confused. And that gave me an idea. I hid a smirk.

“This base. Where exactly is it?“ I feigned indifference as I reclined on the seat, arms crossed in front of me as my eyes twinkled in mischief. They felt the shift in my attitude but didn’t know what to make of it. Pietro gave me an expectant look as if he knew what I was thinking. His eyes lit up in amusement as he failed to hide his laugh with a cough. My Pietro would’ve found this situation funny if he knew my plan too.

“Why?“ 

“Well, if I’m gonna risk my life I would like to know the specifics, wouldn't you blondie?“ That wasn’t the reason, obviously. My d- Strange send me a funny look, confusion all over his face. The beaming smile might’ve been quite a contrast to my sulking mood just minutes ago because his brows snapped together. 

“She’s lying,“ son of a-

After bringing her twin brother back to life, I would think that little witch would feel an ounce of loyalty towards me and don’t snitch. I thought wrong apparently.

Their eyes locked on my face and send glares, I, on the other hand, kept a nice smug smile on my lips. It not fading even a little bit. Strange’s words resonated in my head “You’re a powerful witch, make sure they remember that, kid.” Damn sure I was, they better ought to remember.

“She was planning on getting the address and going by herself to dig the information. She wasn’t going to help us.“ Wanda kept on talking, not even glancing my way. And that time I couldn’t hide the hurt in my face fast enough as she betrayed me by reading my thoughts. The thought of my mind being violated pissed me off. For the most part of my life, I had no freedom and no thoughts of my own, so now that I finally did, I wasn’t gonna let anyone take them away from me. Not even a crazy telepath witch.

“You stay away from my head.“I snapped as I stood up and slammed my hands on the table, the spirits around me feeling my distress, bringing a wind gust that lifted all the papers off the table. Everyone stilled and hold their breaths at the demonstration of power, out of fear or something else. Everyone but the sorcerer next to me and the handsome across.

After a moment of tension, Steve coughed. “Is it true? You were trying to trick us?” I didn’t slide my eyes off of hers as I took a deep breath and sat back down.

“What did you honestly expect Rogers?“ He opened his mouth, to say the corniest thing ever said in the decade probably but the voice of reason in my life spoke first.

“We all need something and the only way to get it is to work together. We don’t have to like each other.“ Stephen declared, getting annoyed at the situation and me for getting caught.

“He’s right.“ Tony surprised us all by agreeing first. “We have no choice, none of us do. We, “he signaled around him‘‘, need that information and they need it too.”

I clenched my jaw but couldn’t deny the harsh truth. I did need them, just as much as I needed to know how much HYDRA knew about us. Silence surrounded us again, no one comfortable with the arrangements but without any other choice.

“Great, now we all are on the same page, we’ll be leaving tomorrow before dawn, rest while you can and pack your things.“ Steve clapped his hands as he stood up alongside Tony and Natasha. 

“Tomorrow?” Strange frowned.

“Got a problem with that?“ My mentor ignored Tony’s sarcasm and looked right at me. His eyes said Follow me as he exited the room with me right behind.

“I can’t come with you.“ I opened my mouth to retort but he raised his hand silencing me, “There’s an emergency I got to take care of.“

“Can’t Wong do it?“

“I’m afraid not, kid.“

I couldn’t help the knot forming in my throat but even then I smiled and assured him I was gonna be okay. I understood why he couldn’t come, I had seen it firsthand. The number of magical crimes had tripled in the last few months and someone had to take care of them, so I nodded once again.

“Try not to injure anyone permanently, menace.“I grinned at the nickname I had earned after our first meeting. He hesitantly raised his hand and pat me on the head. He left it there for a few seconds before turning around and going through his newly opened portal. Damn, how I wish I could do that too. I turned around with a warm feeling on my chest and a soft smile on my face. 

I faced the avengers behind me and was met with Tony’s face twisted in an ugly snare as he glared at the place on the wall where Strange has disappeared just seconds ago, I stared blankly back at him.

“Where did he go?“ The sound of his voice made my senses go crazy and it took me a second to realize he was talking to me.

“There was an emergency back home he needed to take care of.“I vaguely responded, not really wanting to go into detail.

“So he’s not coming?“ Tony wondered, almost smugly. I wanted to slap that smug smile out of his face but didn’t. He gazed at me expectantly, his eyes trying to tell me something. I ignored him blatantly and shrugged.

“Like I said, he’s busy.“ I replied, narrowing my eyes and preparing myself to defend the man that stood awake with me for countless nights when I couldn’t sleep. I gave them all a final look over my shoulder and noticed some speedster missing. Whatever. I went up the stairs as I made my way to what used to be my room when I lived here. Using the elevator meant fraternizing with the team, something I intended to avoid as much as I could.

I made it to the same floor I had been dozen times before everything went to shit, again. All doors looked the same, with the only difference being the aura coming out of my room. I had never seen that color before. It was... golden. The same color as... Since I step into this building I could see specks of it in some places, sometimes like a shadow, so faint I thought it was the reflection of the sun, but seeing this made me think otherwise. My eyes widened at that and I picked up my pace until I stood in front of it and opened the door.

The room, while a little gold on the edges, was nothing out of the ordinary. At first glance, it looked the same way I had left it, but it didn’t feel as cold as it had felt two years ago. My nape tickled seconds before a brief blast of wind ruffled my hair. 

I opened my eyes and locked them with a blue pair centimeters away from me. I sucked in a breath but didn’t dare move. 

“What are you doing here?“

He lifted a perfectly shaped brown brow. “I sleep here, why? Wanna join me?” Pietro smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. My face went red and I was thankful the room was still as dark as always. His bold question made me forget the reason I was here. My brows knitted together. His room?

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brings you here?”

“This is- was my room. I apologize, I didn’t know they gave it to you.“

“This was your room?“ His eyes widened in surprise, I tipped my chin down hesitantly. “Makes sense now...“ he murmured under his breath. I ignored his last statement and slowly moved to the door.

“Well, it clearly isn’t anymore so I’ll just leave.“ I announced, ignoring the instinct to turn around and wrap my arms around his body like I would’ve done if the world was fair. 

“Wait!“ His warm hand on my upper arm stopped me dead in my tracks. If his voice earlier had almost made me combust, his hand on me almost killed me. My heart started beating at the pace of an F1 car. Treacherous bish. I looked at him under my eyelashes. Man, he was tall. With his chest so close to me I could smell him and God did he smell just like I remembered. He didn’t speak for a moment, his eyes locked in mine. And with a faint and confused voice asked what would haunt me for the rest of the night. “Do we know each other?“ 

Yes, we knew each other. I loved you and you loved me. We were two pieces of a puzzle that used to fit just perfectly together I wanted to say but didn’t. He didn’t know about me, us. They lied to him, his own sister. But maybe it was for the best. He looked fine, so it must have paid off. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember us, I had enough memories to satisfy my heart for some time. I was fine with him not remembering if he was going to be fine, and he was. So with strength, I didn’t know I possessed, I smiled tightly at him and removed myself from his sweet hold, and lied. 

“No.“

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[leatherbookmark]

no, but

seriously WHERE do people get it from that either 1/ nmj cared about meng yao so much, or 2/ they both cared so much about each other. where. was it the (added in cql) scene of banishment? in which nmj cried and didn’t execute my on the spot, so the obvious conclusion is that he’s just the biggest, smooshiest softie with the marshmallowiest heart, said heart softly plopped in the palm of my’s hand?

cql, why.

(my suspicion is that if they made nmj anything like his novel self, people would actually know and understand why jgy shanked him, and the villain wouldn’t be villainous at all lmao.)

no, but really -- “gave him a new life”? “few people cared more about jgy than nmj”? yeah i guess you could say few people cared more about wwx than lqr, going by this standard. i feel like people saw nmj defend my and immediately assumed it was because he deeply cared about his wellbeing and was sensitive to the plights of the underprivileged, which. was obviously not the case? it was IN THE TEXT that he was bein insensitive and only ensuring the soldiers would give meng yao even more shit for that? he didn’t even wait for my to actually tell him about the situation, he just said ‘follow me’! the hell would he have done if the soldiers weren’t shit-talking meng yao?! given them a goddamn stern talking to, thus making meng yao even more obviously look like a snitch!?

and then later during sunshot he once again doesn’t even consider meng yao’s actual wishes, just writes him a letter of recommendation and sends him off to the jin. like, sure, perhaps if he hadn’t done that jgy would’ve never gone off to become a spy, since he says he betrayed wen ruohan for his father, but like. the fact that he meant well doesn’t excuse the disservice! not when he has all the power to tell meng yao what to do, and meng yao has none of the power to tell him no. not to mention that in that moment, nmj is -- and he WILL do that again! -- eavesdropping on a conversation between my and lxc. NOT A GOOD LOOK, BRO

taking these incidents into consideration, imo it’s not that nmj feels particularly strongly about the fate and wellbeing of one meng yao, or even the Underprivileged layer. rather, he’s ~righteous~ -- he does what he thinks is the right thing, the morally correct thing. but he does so blindly; he doesn’t consider that a common soldier, or a poor, weak son of a sex worker might have different principles than he does. he thinks everyone is “equal”, but in a sense that they should all adhere to the same rules, not that they all deserve the same kind treatment and respect.

and then meng yao tricks him, and nmj Instantly enters the kill mode. he says he’s going to kill him the next time they meet, he constantly either finds faults in everything jgy does or tries to kill him -- how is that the behavior of someone who cares about jgy as a person? if i had to compare it to anything, i’d say he’s like a parent who had all those expectations of their child, and when said child turns out not to be daddy/mommy’s perfect little plaything, they turn to mistreatment and abuse. except nmj isn’t even jgy’s dad, he’s his PAST employer and then a sworn brother who’s supposed to help and not terrorize him.

this is not comparable to, say, jiang cheng, who’s an asshole and would rather eat his shoes than say something nice, but sacrifices himself to the wen for wwx, smuggles jyl and suggests she let wwx name her future child and gives wwx his flute back. aside from the aforementioned well-intentioned disservices, nmj doesn’t really do anything that would show that he cares for jgy as a person, that he wants jgy the person to live well rather than meng yao, the vice-envoy he’s put so many hopes in.

and it’s not like jgy was attached to him either and tried with all his might to mend their severed bond. he realized nmj doesn’t like him at best and actively wants him dead at worst, and if lxc didn’t insist on swearing brotherhood he would’ve spent the rest of his days carefully avoiding him. like yes, he felt grateful and indebted for nmj’s clumsy kindness, and because jgy was jgy, he probably didn’t necessarily want him to die even after all the times his da-ge nmj exhibited un-da-ge-like behaviors, but it wasn’t as deeply personal as people think it was. like he didn’t go from “oh, my dearest da-ge, however else can i help you” to “fuck that guy in particular” in the moment when nmj kicked him down the jinlintai stairs. he knew the relationship was unsalvageable before; that incident was just a concrete proof of it as well as proof that nmj was too far gone.

like. ugh

#shrimp thoughts

[redstainedsocks]

Plans and Schemes

Contents: uhh, angst, food, thinkythoughts and emotions.

Masterlist

Zach wasn’t supposed to go out by himself, not yet. It wasn’t safe—and he assumed that the team didn’t trust him enough either. The sky was something he was always desperate to see though. Clouds, birds, sunshine, even rain. It was all a novelty.

Archer had been taking Zach up to the roof garden but it could only be accessed by a set of stairs and with the barely-healed cracked rib to account for it often left him winded. If he wanted to go out without discomfort it meant a short drive to the nearest secluded park. Sasha had taken on the job of escorting him, and another agent would sit watching the road.

She didn’t seem to mind how much they talked, or how quiet Zach was. They often sat in silence and watched the birds and squirrels and Sasha would point out amusing shaped clouds. The sun was pleasant on his skin and warmed him through the layers of clothes and he felt like it was helping his injuries heal quicker to get fresh air, proper time to relax. He navigated in his mind how to hold a conversation that revolved mostly around chit chat, but Sasha made it easy. Filling him in on the things he’d missed, getting caught up with her life, stilted conversations about books or magazine articles. There were quiz shows Zach watched on the television in the small staff room that gave him new trivia to try and remember that he could talk about. Though mostly he enjoyed hearing about her life, her wife, their new home and the plans they had. All things that seemed normal, so he could pretend briefly that he was normal too. And it was… nice. 

He tried not to get too caught up in how nice it was. He was supposed to stay focused.

Each day they brought lunch with them, since the entire team would order in. Zach always ordered the same thing. Ham on rye with tomatoes, cheese straws, and a side of three pickles. He hated the pickles but they weren’t there for him to enjoy. He had to push aside, each time he choked down the same lunch, the same sick feeling. It was Decker’s plan to have him order the same thing each time, a way for his network of operatives to track Zach down and find a way to pass him a message.

“It’ll be a little beacon, all we’ll have to do is wait and find a pattern and keep tabs on each of the deliveries in the area. It may take a few weeks before we find you, so just keep it up and hold out until you hear from us.”

The words went round and round in his head each day that he didn’t hear anything, each time there was no secret message hidden between his slices of bread. Had he done it wrong? Was there supposed to be a second part to the plan that he’d forgotten? Some special code in the way he was supposed to order? His last weeks with Decker were such a blur.

“Are you going to eat these today?” Sasha asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, you can have one, if you want?” 

Sasha pulled a pickle from the small cardboard box and took a large bite. “I didn’t even know you liked pickles. Still not sure you do, you don’t usually eat them.”

“I’m trying to… acquire a taste.”

Sasha laughed around her mouthful, shaking her head.

“What?” Zach said, hunching up his shoulders.

“I thought you’d just want to have old favourites, the best things. You’re ever a mystery. It’s not a bad thing,” she added quickly, as she noticed his demeanour. “I’m just surprised.” 

“New things are good, different.”

“But not too many right?” She nodded at his sandwich, the same day by day, and he couldn’t exactly tell her it was all a code. All decided for him.

“Right.” He prodded listlessly at the soft bread, knowing it would feel heavy and solid in his stomach. “I want to be just, well, steady? You know?”

“Steady is good. A good base.”

“I don’t want to surprise people,” he added. “We’ve all had enough of that.”

They lapsed back into silence as Zach finally took a bite, holding the sandwich in the paper wrapping. But the conversation had drifted too close to hard topics and if he was already in…

“Did something happen at the hospital?”

“Something like what?” Sasha replied with a question of her own.

“I don’t know exactly. Archer has just been… more tense around me since? More than before. Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”

Sasha stiffened and then softened, finally turning on the bench so she was facing him. “It was just another shock, I think. Seeing you hurt again, so suddenly, it was hard. He might dislike me for saying this, but I think he feels like he let you down again. Like he should have noticed and been able to help sooner.”

“Oh.” 

“You know how he is, always trying to fix everything before it’s even an issue, anticipating problems is part of his job. But we can’t predict…” she waved over his body, briefly. “Healing isn’t linear.”

“Yeah.” Zach swallowed. He hated thinking of Archer sitting around feeling guilty over things that shouldn’t matter. “He didn’t let me down. None of you… it’s not like that.”

Sasha shrugged. “Emotions aren’t rational. They do their own thing.”

What was rational, then? Planning and scheming, the way Zach was doing? Looking for every angle, getting every piece of information out of his friends that he could so he continue keep deceiving them? It was exhausting, and not for the first time, he just wished this could all be over. Done with.

It wasn’t until he took his last bite and began to crumple up the paper that he realised his wish was one step closer to being granted. There, in black pen strokes, on top of the greaseproof coating, was a number. Scrawled, but neat enough to read. He gulped down his mouthful and offered to drop all the rubbish in the nearby bin, turning his back on Sasha so he could stuff his own wrapping in his pocket, hidden for later.

“Ready to head back?” Sasha looked up at him, smiling.

“Yeah, let’s go back.”

He offered a hand and pulled her to her feet, and he didn’t shy away as she threw an arm around his shoulders. 

Time to go back, back to work, back to hearing Decker’s voice. Time to pick up the phone and hear what order came next. The only comfort was knowing that by doing so, Sasha got to go home to her spouse, her life. Archer got to keep breathing. The team could carry on without him, as long as he helped tear them asunder first.

#I can't tell anymore if this series even make sense outside my brain lalalalalaaaa #team whump #angst #recovery whump #Zach and Archer #aftermath of whump #hurt/comfort

[gwenresourced]

So we are going to talk about HOW TO MAKE THE MOST OF A SINGLE CAP.  I was recently told “I love your cropping style.” and I was like OMY GOSH I HAVE AN IDEA NOW!   Icons that are “aesthetic” in nature are my favorite thing to do and there is a reason for it that I mention in this walk through.  This just goes through a little bit of basics of cropping into an aesthetic style.  I tried to cover some basics and things but this is more opinion and what you like than anything else.  If this is HELPFUL to you at all PLEASE LIKE / REBLOG / COMMENT. 

This cap is easy and beautiful!  A clean one that you could easily just cut to her face only and call it a day BUT if you really love a scene or the character is so minor that you wouldn’t even make it to 25 icons from just “a single icon of their face” with the amount of caps you have well we can adjust and do something amazing. This is when AESTHETIC ICONS ARE AMAZING.

So for a cropping tool you get a 3x3 grid coming up.  This brings up a term called “the rule of threes.”

More on the rule of threes can be found HERE.  Your eye is said to not look straight at the center of an image as much as your brain would like you to believe.   So now that you know that having your subject JUST OFF center is more pleasing to some than SMACK DAB IN THE CENTER.

So if I where to crop my image like this

I would get an icon like this.    It is HALF FACED and kind of cool.

So I realized how dark the cap looked and went ahead and added a brighten layer to this. Alright the subject is off center here.

Is what you get for an icon.  It is pleasing to look at to me and that is what matters.

Again this isn’t completely centered but it is more of a focal / face shot that you see in a lot of base icons and things.  

Is what the icon would look like there.  It is different than the other one.  Now for this cap we are just going to say that I’m DONE with it.  That is THREE ICONS for a single cap compared to a single one. I could have done on and really done more to this but I decided to just go ahead and show you the basics of a single cap. 

So we are moving on to this example.  Right away I know that I want one that focuses more on her hands,  one that focuses on the red lips, and then one that is a more focus on the outfit.

So we are going to try this crop and see if we like it.

I would count this one as a good one.  So I got the focus of the hands.  You can tell what the subject is doing so it isn’t like something totally random like a child taking random pictures of the sky or something.

Same goes here.  I just went and cropped and called it a day.

So I’m not going to go through and show you like ten thousand screen caps of this and how it goes because you would get antsy and I’m just trying to show the basics.    If you need more examples of aesthetic style icons you are welcome to ask me for that and I will see what I can do.  I hope that you get the picture of how to crop and use a single image several times to get you more icons!

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[herearedragons]

Updated Inquisitors: Evelyn Trevelyan

So Evelyn is in her early 20s, specializes as a Knight-Enchanter and romances Sera. She's also the first Inquisitor I made (though I didn't finish her playthrough).

Her character arc is about learning to play to her strengths, which are magic and lying.

Originally the 'lying' part was mostly about her being good at the Game and lying about being a Harrowed mage despite actually being a relatively new apprentice. That last part was important for her relationships with Vivienne and Cassandra, but I want lies to be even more of a theme with her, so I'm adding a couple more layers:

Evelyn isn't her real name. She was entered into the Circle under a false name to avoid some kind of embarrassment to the family; her relatives tell everyone that she's just "studying abroad". (her magic manifested late, at about 18-20, so the purpose could be to avoid rumors that her family was sheltering an apostate)

The original "Harrowed mage" lie was out of self-preservation, to avoid being locked up (or worse) "for her own good", so it makes sense that, upon hearing the idea that the glowing woman from the Fade was Andraste, she'd immediately latch on to that. Of course if was Andraste. She saw her face clear as day, it was just like the Chantry murals. (if she goes with it, they won't be able to hurt her, right?) That lie probably lasts until Adamant, at which point Evelyn has some explaining to do.

As for the 'magic' part, like I said, her magic manifests late, and as an apprentice at the Circle she's leagues behind her peers. She doesn't have much time to learn before the rebellion strikes, either, and ends up surviving only thanks to the help of others. Once she finds relative safety with a larger group of rebel mages, she has no choice but to pick up fighting, learning spells haphazardly and out of order. It's honestly a miracle that anyone believes that she's a full mage, but maybe she uses the Anchor as an excuse, claiming that it messes with her casting.

The thing with both magic and lying is, those are things she's naturally good at (sure, she's had a steep learning curve with magic, but she did learn her spells very quickly and managed not to hurt herself in the process), but at the beginning she's not very proud of either of those things. They're tools she has to use to make up for being too young and too delicate and just not ready for the place she's found herself in; being a good liar and a good mage is a necessity, not an achievement, and the bar just keeps rising.

Then, she gets a chance to train as a Knight-Enchanter. It's different from anything else she's done, and it's... graceful, and beautiful, and it makes her strong. With her blade and barrier, she feels, for the first time, like she can stand her ground. And her magic stops being something she throws desperately at bad things to keep them away, and becomes a part of her. A weapon, an art, a defense, a form of self-expression.

It takes her a little longer to see her 'people skills' as a good thing, partially because she told a bunch of lies to people who then became dear to her, and then those lies got revealed, and said people weren't very happy. But there's no denying that, coupled with her observant nature and knowledge of the Game, being a good liar makes her a good player. And, the more time she spends with Josephine and Leliana and eventually Vivienne again, the more she learns that deceit, too, can be graceful and powerful, and even fun at times. (It can also be used for pranks. She goes from being a reluctant participant in Sera's pranks to making her own. Sera was right, it is a great way to unwind)

...so, overall, I'm not really changing much with Evelyn, just adding to what was already there. There are more details I'm probably going to write down at some point, and her romance with Sera needs a separate post as well, but this post sums up her character arc pretty well.

#the 'eat hot chip and lie' meme is about her #also I've been thinking about a 'four Inquisitors' au and all the things I like about Evelyn just show up even better there #dragon age inquisition #trevelyan #herearedragons meta #oc: evelyn trevelyan

[airborneice]

I'm very new to digital art and was wondering what sort of process/brushes you use for your Hilda art? I absolutely love your trolls and centaur designs ❤️

aw that’s very kind, thank you!! tbh my art approach is kind of all over the place but I’ll do my best to answer!

first off, I draw in photoshop and use mainly these two brushes -

the 1st is pretty much the standard PS brush and the HB one is what I used for most of the trolls/centaur stuff! generally I pick one of these brushes and use it for both lineart and putting in colour/shadows. (to be honest photoshop somehow got the settings on the HB brush messed up a lil while ago which is why I use it for lineart less now, but it’s still nice for doing shadows bc it has a really pretty soft edge :) )

as for art process, I’ll try to explain with the hilda little mermaid drawing I did recently - explanation thingy under the cut!

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so with most of my art I usually start out sketching it on paper first and then move the sketch to my computer - since you’re new to digital you might find it easier to start that way, it helps make things less complicated bc you already have something to start from

so for the drawing in question I started with this which is. A Mess

everything is all over the place and yasha from crit role is hanging out in the middle of it but this is the type of thing I start with! first with the lil thumbnail sketch up in the corner, and then doing the characters in more detail separately (if I know I’m gonna end up moving something to digital I’ll just draw the characters anywhere I can fit them on the page, bc I can worry about fitting them together properly later)

u can honestly skip the thumbnail sketch if u want, but for bigger drawings I find it useful to have something rough to refer back to, so I don’t forget what I’m aiming for overall when I start getting into the details

anyway then I move the paper sketch to digital and arrange things properly and add anything I’ve missed, and depending on how messy it is I do another slightly cleaner sketch overtop -

I’ve learned the hard way that fixing things at the lineart stage is a lot more hassle so I try to make sure everything’s looking as it should in the cleaner sketch - david’s initial sketch looked mostly fine to me so I only redid a couple things and added some details, while I changed a lot of kaisa til I was happier with the pose. I knew the salt lion was gonna end up being mostly hidden so I didn’t worry about refining it

SO next I make a new layer and start drawing the clean lineart over the sketch. I like using coloured lineart these days, so I pick a colour to sketch and do lineart in - literally any colour except black, since photoshop lets you change the hue later (you can go to Image -> Adjustments -> Hue/Saturation and change things as much as you like). I did all the lineart for the characters here in purple, like the sketch, and I made sure to keep all the lineart for different characters separate so I could mess with it individually later. I’ve got a bit of what kaisa’s lineart folder looks like below, and you definitely don’t have to put Everything on a new layer like I did, but I usually keep the eyes, brows and little details like the fin lines and scales separate bc they’re the things I’ll most likely want to adjust later

once I’ve got the lineart done in that one colour, I’ll use the Adjustments-> Hue/Saturation slider to change some parts of it (this is where having things on different layers comes in) to blend in or stand out more, so by the end it looks like it does below. I made some swatches so you can see which parts I changed from the main outline colour:

so I kept the original purple for most of it, but I changed the salt lion’s lines to blue, and kaisa’s scales to a light grey so they’d blend in more, and made her eyebrows much darker so they’d stand out from her hair. (I usually do this step after I’ve started colouring them in, bc it’s easier to see what’s working then and what isn’t, I’m just showing it here so you can see it in isolation). also, I’ll usually set the whole lineart folder to ‘multiply’ so it blends in with the colour layer even more

(tbh you don’t have to do it as complicated as this, everyone has their own approach depending on what they’re going for and it might take some trial/error before you find what works best for you. I just do this bc I’m used to it and don’t mind the extra hassle. pretty colours go brrr :) )

for colouring in, I use the lasso tool to trace over areas of the drawing and the paint bucket to fill them in. I usually put every different coloured area on a new layer so it’s easier to go back and change something if I decide I don’t like the colour. so everything is built up over a number of layers, and I can use the airbrush tool to soften the edges of some areas (like david’s arm fins). for the parts with gradients like their tails, I put down a flat colour layer (like the orange for david), select that area and then make a new layer and put the gradient on with a big airbrush tool. also for stuff from hilda I usually colour-pick straight from a screenshot of the show with the eye-dropper tool, it’s much faster than guessing them

so then we have the flat colours done, and I can show you why I like doing coloured lineart even though it takes longer bc

here’s the lineart all in black vs the final result with the colours. like…it’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with the all black one, but having the colours really helps soften things imo!

I didn’t really do much by shading for this one but to go over it real quick -

if I was just drawing a character on a white background I wouldn’t bother with this step, but here I know this scene is taking place in the dark & underwater, so I selected the characters, made a new layer and filled in a dark green colour overtop on a low opacity & set to Multiply, so the characters get this slight green tinge and look more like they’re in the setting (I did the same with the salt lion but I’m gonna just focus on these two for now)

for the actual shadows I got the same green colour, and on another multiply layer blocked it in, and just played around with the opacity til it looked about right

honestly not my best job at shading lol but it helps give it some depth and put them in the scene! if I hide the colours and lines for a sec you can see that literally all I’ve added over the original colours is this:

and if I add the basic colours of the background in, you can see how much it helps compared to the flat colours I started with -

they look so much more like they’re in the scene!

anddd after doing the same thing to the salt lion (which is just the same shading process but more layers and darker) and adding the rest of the background that’s it!!

don’t worry they’ll be fine lol

anyway sorry this got so long, I hope it helps!! I’m not the best at explaining myself so if anything I said here doesn’t make sense then feel free to ask :)

#ask #anon #little mermaid au

[thepictureofsdr]

Hi. I love your Thomastair art and your artstyle and was wondering if you could tell me a little more about your process (I assume you draw digitally)

I've only been drawing digitally myself for a couple of weeks so I'm curious how other people do it.

this is so FUCKING OLD but i told myself id answer it even if this info is useless to you now bc NO ASK GETS LEFT BEHIND IM SO SORRY IVE THOUGHT ABOUT TTHIS EVERY SINGLE DAY IM SO SERIOUS i was in an art block for so long 😭

i will cry tysm you’re so nice i really need to get back into it

YES DIGITAL ART IS SO FUN what program are you using? i use procreate on the ipad

my process is an absolute fucking nightmare im the person those art accounts warn you about it’s really bad

i start out w a really messy sketch, usually a colour blob to draw lines over and establish guides. i go over the sketch 2-3 cleaning it up until i end up w something like the right, just usually a little messier, i clean it up and edit and change colour as needed along the way. i kinda hate line art, i never do it, clean sketches work so much better for me.

for colouring, i block out the biggest areas w one colour, then use clipping mask on that section i block out smaller sections on different layers, like the skin is a different layer from the dress, this makes colouring a lot easier if youre not doing a more traditional paint style at least imo

then it comes down to individually colouring everything. im a HUGE fan of lighting so i start off w a warm overlay, ESPECIALLY for this one since its firelight but you can tell by anything else ive done that’s its usually the case. it looks really weird rn but trust the process. then i usually go in w a dark purple on multiply for shadows. i do it on multiple different layers, smudging some, some have darker opacities to have darker effects in certain areas etc etc and editing the line work where its needed and adding more lines for detail.

this is also when i sort a background out if needed to make sure the lighting works. then to continue the nightmare on even MORE layers, i do the lighting. some blurred and some lines, in places where the light would hit as well as some face details like blush now that the lighting colours are done.

this isn’t the best i kinda fucked up her face w the colouring i like the sketch sm more but also that’s part of improving and ive been out of it for a while its a new years resolution to stay on top of art, but this has been my general process for a while. its a literal fucking nightmare i use close to or over 100 layers on anything more than a sketch but its really helpful if you’re a bit anxious and want to be able to go back and switch things out. its kinda hard to maneuver with but its worth it for me. once again this is so old you probably dont even care anymore but i needed to answer it at the very least for my conscience im SO SORRY

#melanie!!! #answered ask #sdr art

[pinerhm]

Machinarium water pipes

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#twedit #kira x scott x theo #scott x kira x theo #twrarepair #twpolyamory #flashing gif tw #for the first and third gifs! #OKAY ITS IN THE TAGS SO I WILL RAMBLE NOW AND HOPEFULLYI T WILL STAY IN THE TAGS #SO s5a obviously is The season of loss like obviously thats the whole point and then 5b is about gaining it back but its VERY bittersweet #because the season ends with kira leaving but right before that kira sending theo to literally to h e l l (girlboss!) #and with scott reminiscing on loss as he looks at where he wrote allison's initials #and s5 is a really big kira season too in a weird way bc her plot only exists to sideline her! BUT! in a better show it doesnt #and its interesting i think bc s3 she warms up to her powers pretty fast and s5 alienates her from them just as fast #and its this big scary thing! and before beacon hills nothing was scary #and for theo i think before beacon hills everything was scary! n the pockets of safety were false and manufacted but they were still safe #and then for scott kira leaving is another familiar hit #with the added little layer of Could I Have Done Anything Different to Help Her. How Have I Failed to Help Her bc hes like that #while theo is a kind of loss scott has never faced right because it's also the first time he has d worded without his consent (WEIRD LMAO) #and on top of that theo has systemically wrecked his life before ultimately taking it LITERALLY with plans to also take it metaphorically #theo is a loss of innocence for scott in a big way bc scott has admitted that he thinks theres maybe smth still worth saving in peter right #like he's willingly aligned himself with deucalion later on too #HE LITERALLY LET ETHAN AND AIDEN HANG AROUND THEM like on a trial basis but still #there has never been anyone who has hurt scott so thoroughly and there's never been anyone scott was so afraid of that he wanted them Gone #like he would never have chosen This way for him to be gone obvously but once he's back scott does Not want him there #anyway i have limited tags lets move on UH KIRA AND THEO'S PLOTS ALSO PARALLE EACH OTHER IN A BIG WAY AND IT RLY BOTHERS ME THAT THEY HAVE #THEIR FIRST SCENES AND THEO'S LAST SCENE TOGETHER AND THAT'S LIKE. IT. WASTED!!!!!! #anyway to sum up s5 is The season of loss for scott as expressed through theo (a Trusted confidant but also scott's trust and innocence and #optimism in general take a really big hit for the first time thwt it never fully recovers from) #and kira (his girlfriend! a trusted member of his pack! and honestly someone who could relate to him #in a way we don’t rly see anyone else do. it’s a loss of a reflection. of being truly Seen)

[deru-shigaraki]

Yandere Leviathan (obey me one shot)~Smut warning

You weren't happy with the arrangement. It was ridiculous that your mother was moving in with her new boyfriend so soon. Not that you didn't believe that she was happy. You've never seen your mom act this way. She was like a dizzy teenager, so love struck. Their honeymoon phase was striking hard and it cute yet somewhat disturbing. You hadn't minded them spending all of their time together. It gave you the opportunity to indulge in a new found freedom. Your mother used to be fixated on your social life, making it hard for you to do your own thing. However that beautiful privilege was going to be taken from you. It was cold the evening you had finally gotten settled in. You weren't the type to complain. You were a go with the flow type of girl. However going from your usual carefree lifestyle to having to share a room with someone was the icing on the top of a fucked up cake. Leviathan was the son of a friend of your mothers boyfriend. He had been staying with him for a few years due to family drama. When you ended up coming to stay as well, there were no other rooms, meaning that the two of you, practically strangers, had to share a living space. You had met Leviathan multiple times before, but it could hardly be considered meeting, given the fact that he hadn't made any effort into speaking to you. Even now as you made busy organizing your side of the room, he only glanced. You realized really quick that he rarely took his eyes off his game, but when he did, his glaze was fixed on you. It was creepy to say the least. You didn't like him already, and him acting creepy wasn't helping you adjust at all. Levi did his schooling online, meaning that when you left for classes during the day, he stayed behind. It hadn't crossed your mind that something weird could happen until you started noticing that a few of your things had gone missing. Articles of clothing mostly. You doubted he was stealing your clothes to wear them so you had dismissed it as being your imagination but even so, it placed a heavy bit of doubt in you. Coming home from school was always awkward. Both of the adults worked late and then would stay out together even later, meaning that it was just the two of you for hours until you went to bed. Today was no different. You sat in your bed, reading a book. Levi was on the floor in front of his tv, playing video games peacefully until the my hero academia theme song sounded off on his phone. You chuckled at his cute ringtone. He blushed lightly, glaring at you as he answered. "That mom and dad?" You asked and he shook his head standing up. "Girlfriend." He muttered before leaving the room for more privacy. You didn't think anything of it. You knew that he had a long distance relationship with some chick on the internet. That was it. He wasn't much of a talker in the first place so opening up about his love life wasn't something you had expected. Much like the sob that interrupted your chapter. You looked up from your paper back and stare in the direction of the slightly cracked door. Out in the hall you could hear Leviathan's voice. You were surprised, never hearing him get so loud. His tone was distressed, whatever she was telling him must not have been good. You didn't want to eavesdrop but a part of you was way too interested in what was going down. You put a piece of scrap paper into your book and set it down before sliding off of your bed silently. You didn't want to alert him. It would just be a little listen and then you'd hurry back to your bed before he even knew it. Though you wish you hadn't had that idea. You couldn't quite make out with what his girlfriend was saying but after hearing Leviathan response with: "Why? What have I done? Please don't do this! Think about it, you love me, and I love you." Listening was one thing you could have scolded yourself on, but you ignored even that and took a peak out the cracked door. Leviathan was pacing back and fourth, his body trembling in what you guessed as anger or maybe intense sadness. As soon as the call was over, he dropped his phone before balling his hand into a fist, striking the wall with an aggressive punch. You gasped as he repeated the action, again and again. As soon as he started to use both of his hands, you decided enough was enough. You rushed out into the hall way and grabbed his shoulder. He pushed you back. "Stay away from me brat!" He shouted and you paused. Your eyes were wide, staring at his bruising knuckles. You glanced back and forth from his hands to his eyes, feeling like you were about to cry with him. Leviathan sighed, closing his eyes and tucking his hands in his hoodie pockets. He muttered an apology before pushing past you, entering the room. You followed him, not trying to get in his face but you wanted to help, or at least wanted to know the drama. Leviathan was laying down on his bed, body sprawled out on his back. He was obviously suffering over what had happened. You weren't exactly sure what you were going to do about it. You sat yourself next to him. He glared at you before reaching up to cover his face with his hands. He tried to hide his wet eyes and red face but you could clearly see the way he was trembling. You didn't want him to be upset. It was going to be a few hours before you were going to bed and you didn't want to have to sit an awkwardness. You scooted closer to him before laying down next to your roommate. You waited a moment before speaking. "Sooo, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked and her growled before turning over onto his side, facing away from you. He gave a few angry sniffles before letting his guard drop just a small bit. "My girlfriend broke up with me..." You gave a little nod to yourself. "Yep...Do you-" "She said I was too clingy! How!?" Levi rolled over, startling you as he continued. "How could I be controlling her from across the ocean?! How big does she think My bank account is that she's accusing me of hacking her phone!?" You attempted to throw in your two sense, however he wasn't giving you the chance, continuing to get worked up, his body was leaning into your personal space more and more. "It's not hacking if I correctly guess a password to something!" You quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused by his tantrum. Leviathan then started getting a little too close, his leg swinging over your body. "If I was hacking her, she would have never even known!" He added, now straddling your hips. For you that was crossing the line and you had reached up to push him off before he caught your hands in his. "I would have done anything for her! I deleted her friends to protect her, I leveled up by body!" He growled the last part, lifting up his shirt, surprising you with actual abs underneath his layers of clothes. He forced your hand up against him and your face flushed with confusion as well as embarrassment. "This was going to be hers." He tipped his head back in thought, closing his eyes and moaning softly. His fingers were firm, holding your hand securely against his body. You were starting to shake, not sure how to react to this. Your mouth twitched, wondering what to say. He was getting a bit lost in his own mind. His hips were relaxing into you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. You had to stop this, it felt out of place, wrong even. You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away from him. As this he responded with a look of realization. He looked down at you for a moment before sighing deeply and dropping his hoodie. "I'm sorry...." He dropped his upper body down, his arms holding him up as he stared down into your face. You nibbled at your bottom lip. "It's fine, Just try and take your mind off of it, how about we play your games or something?" You suggested and his cheeks brightened up. "You'd play with me?" His voice cracked slightly, but you pretended not to hear it. He sat up, rushing to get controllers for the two of you. It was possibly the oddest night of your life. Levi was attached to your hip, leaning up against you while you both played on the tv. It wasn't that bad, you figured he just needed a friend to get his mind off of the breakup. It wasn't that much of a hassle to look after him. It only started getting really weird when it was getting later into the night. You were feeling a bit sleepy and he noticed. "Bed?" He asked and you nodded, standing up, and grabbing a set of clothes to change into. You went to the bathroom, slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Coming back you caught a glimpse of Levi stripping. You scolded yourself for peaking. It was so wrong to spy on him. You just couldn't believe that he was that fit. You never seen him exercise, where did that body come from. You waited for him to put on something more than a tee shirt and boxers. After a minute or so of him just waiting there, you realized that he wasn't planning on putting on pants. You were confused as to what he was up to. He always slept with a hoodie and sweatpants. This was the least amount go clothes you've ever seen him in. Not only that but he was also fixing his hair. It was incredibly strange but that didn't stop you from walking in to your room. You tried to act like you didn't notice his eyes staring at you as you crawled into your bed. He stood there, in the middle of your room, rubbing at his wrist nervously. You laid there on top of your covers waiting. "Um...You can turn off the lights, I'm just gonna crash-" "Could we talk some more?...I mean if you wanna sleep that's fine, But I'd like to vent a bit more." Your eye twitched, out of exaughstion and of slight concern as to where this was going to go. You decided not to be rude and said sure. Much to your surprise he slapped the lights off and threw himself into your bed, his body scooting in close to you. His face was blushing as hard as yours was. "Wouldn't you be more comfy on your own bed? Mine is kinda small." You suggested but he didn't make a move to get up. He only scooted towards you, pressing his legs against yours. You closed your eyes, tight at first, just embarrassed by him acting weird towards you. However after awhile you found yourself leaning into his hand as he stroked you hair, opening your legs so that he could tangle his with yours. You were far too sleepy to put up much of a fight as he wrapped himself around you, hugging you in your sleep. It was warm, so warm and so comfy. Your head against his chest, his heart beat steady and soothing. You passed out soon after he started to hum to you. In the morning you woke up alone. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, for a split second wondering if maybe you had dreamt up that whole thing. You carried on with your morning runtime. Gettin ready for school, putting on makeup, getting dressed, doing your hair. It seemed like a normal morning, until you walked down the stairs. The smell hit you instantly. The sweet aroma of syrup and the yummy scent of waffles greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You were completely shocked seeing Levi standing there. He had his back turned to you, unloading waffles from the maker. He was listening to a soft anime soundtrack playlist as he cooked. He was wearing the boxers he had slept in, but now he had on a shirt. When he finally turned, you realized that he also had on an apron as well. It was a purple one, a shade lighter than his hair. He had a plate of waffles in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. "MC! You're up! Good, I just finished breakfast." He set the food down, offering you syrup and a glass of juice. You sat down, a little concerned with his rapid change of pace. He was never up this early, you had stepped over his sleeping body a dozen times before in the morning, yet here he was. For no reason that you could see other than that he wanted to feed you. You watched as he made you a plate. He took his time in placing fruits in certain spots in your waffles, covering them with syrup. He then set the plate in front of you, taking the seat beside you. You reached for your fork, noticing how Levi was staring at you. Trying not to let it bother you, you just started to eating. After a few moments of stuffing your face and looking at your phone you looked up, Levi coughing you off guard. He leaned into you, closing his eyes as he licked the side of your mouth. You panicked, pushing him back and getting off of your chair to avoid him. Levi also stood and rushed towards you. "MC, What's wrong?!" He looked concerned, trying to get close to you, but you refused to let him in your space. You circled the kitchen's counter. "N-no, stay back." You told him and Levi gave a hurt expression, his hands holding his chest as if you had stabbed him in the chest. "You're...mad at me?" His voice was quivering, almost making you feel sorry, but you couldn't. "You licked me." You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. Levi frowned. "I was just..." He brought his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it angrily. As he continued to speak, you noticed how his voice was getting lower, almost more threatening. He cleared his throat, eyes closed tight as if he was trying to hold back a ton of aggression, and yet you could hear the frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry..." He spit out, taking a breath, finally looking up at you with glossy eyes. He slowly started to inch closer towards you. "You just looked so, cute...I couldn't help it." He mumbled and you shook your head. "N-no, Levi, come on. You're being really weird, I'm just gonna go to school ok-" "No! You can't." He rushed towards you. You weren't fast enough to escape, his hands gripping your wrist, as he used his body to force you up against the wall. You yelped, hitting your head, not too hard but you cringed, making him curse. "Fuck! Are you alright?! I'm not trying to scare you, I just need you to understand." He panicked and you shut your eyes. "L-levi, You're just upset over your ex. I know that you're messed up right now, but you can't take out your feelings on me, you need some help, maybe you should talk to mom or someone-" "NO! Don't tell anyone, please, I only trust you. If you tell mom and dad, they are going to split the family up, they'd be so disappointed...You'll ruin the family." He threatened and you stared at him shocked. You struggled against him, Levi growling. "Stay home from school today, let's just stay in bed, cuddle like we did last night." he cooed, his hips now pressing into the lower half of your body. You started to tremble in fear, "Stop it Levi!" Your cries for mercy didn't do a damn thing, he just continued to grind himself against you. His face held a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He was ashamed of what he was doing, a bright blush on his cheeks and apology in his eyes, but his growing erection was proof that it didn't matter to him, his body was reacting positively to you being defenseless against him. "MC, stay home with me~Please stay, please be with me." he begged and you just shook your head. "Leviathan, I-" He cut you off with a kiss. It was passionate and messy, his mouth forcing it's way inside of yours. You were panicking, the only way you knew how to stop it was by biting down on his tongue. You flinched as he drew back, stepping away from you as he spit out blood. "You....You hurt me..." He mumbled under his breath. You stood there, watching in fear as he thought out the situation. "You're such a bitch...I've worked so hard to be here with you...And you've ruined it." He glared at the table where your plate was still sitting along with the other breakfast supplies. "I had it so perfectly planned." He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking slightly. He then turned back to you. "You're not even sorry...You ruined our breakfast together, and then you bit me!" he shouted, scaring you into backing away. He stalked towards you. " I didn't want it to be this way, I was so excited...there's only one thing that I'll except as an apology." He said darkly and you bolted. It was no use fighting him. As soon as he caught up to you, it was over. Levi was so much more stronger than you, and quick too. He's whole demeanor changed, his sweet persona new replaced with a cruel alter ego. He was treating you like a naughty pet, which was even stranger before in order for you to earn his forgiveness, he had wanted you to dress up for him, so that he could take pictures. You were terrified of the older boy in front of you. He was humming happily as he did your hair, putting it up in pigtails, adding on some cat ear clips to finish off the look. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, but at this point, he was in his own reality, not registering the situation at all. That's what made him unpredictable. "So cute!" He beamed, offering you his hands so he could pick you up off the floor. You glanced over to the mirror on the wall, gasping as you seen yourself. Levi had fully dressed you. You had a two piece on, a black and white maids top and a matching shirt, thigh highs going up your legs. You also noticed the tail that was pinned you your shirt. Levi was putting in some final touches. He crouched down in front of you, making sure your thigh highs were up all the way. He looked up at you with almost a loving expression. He then wrapped his arms around you legs, hugging you, his face burying into your thighs. You blushed as he held you. "I'm so glad it fits, I bought it a month ago, I figured you were a medium but by the way your curves are popping out, mm you might be a large~" He mumbled still snuggling you. You caught his words. "A month ago...You bought this for me?" You asked and Levi nodded. "Of course, I thought-...ha..." He stood, up his face red, caught in a lie. You frowned at him. "A month ago, you were still with your girlfriend...What do you mean you bought this for me?" You asked, your hands crossing over your chest. Levi scratched the back of his head nervously. "I had to make you comfortable with me...I knew that it was going to be hard, you moving in with a boy. I thought if I had a girlfriend, you might warm up to me faster, knowing that I wasn't going to do anything..." You stepped back, shocked. "I heard her on the phone, this whole time? You mean you faked it this whole time? I don't understand, why would you-" "Please don't be upset with me! I did it for you, I wanted you to relax before we got closer." he explained and you shook your head. "Levi, you're insane." You mumbled and he grabbed your shoulders. "MC. I'm in love with you. Ever since I seen your pictures, I knew I liked you, and getting to spend all this time, so close to you...It's not enough, I need you. I need you to accept me." he begged and you just shook your head. "This is crazy, you lied this whole time, to what? Make me your girlfriend?" He looked ashamed as you shook your head. "I don't like you that way...I have other boys I'm talking you-" "No." He growled. "I won't let you, I worked too hard." He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into him. You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead. "Promise me, that you're mine...." He hugged you tightly. You shook your head. "No, Levi." You whispered and he started to laugh. You pushed away from his as soon as his hands released you, scared that his personality had switched. You yelped as he grabbed your wrist. He sat himself down in the chair in front of the mirror, pulling you onto his lap, without much effort. He had one arm wrapped around you, keeping your arms at your sides. You of course struggled but it was no use. He sighed, his other hand lifting up your skirt so the two of you could see the reflection of your panties in the mirror. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself so venerable, so paralyzed in fear. He moaned, you yelping as his dick started to harden underneath you. "I refuse to let all of my hard work go down the drain. I won't let you get taken away from me by some fucking piece of garbage. Only one person deserves you and that's me." he growled in your ear. You were shaking, terrified as his free hand slipped underneath the skirt, his fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties. He felt the lips of your pussy through them, a wetness beginning to form. You hated yourself for getting turned on by his hands. His chin rested on your shoulder, kissing the side of your face as he watched himself in the mirror. "Lift your hips up for me~" He whispered into your ear. You were hesitant, but didn't have a choice, lifting yourself up, Levi making quick work of taking himself out of his pants, his dick free, now placed between your legs. Your pussy flooded at the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the insides of your thighs. He pulled it up closer, urging you to close you legs around him. He then used his hips to push up into you, fucking your thighs, his mouth letting out little grunts as he fucked up into them. You felt so dirty, his precut dripping down the tip of his dick and leaking down onto your thighs. The slickness traveled down in between your legs, offering his cock more lube to go faster. He buried his face into your shoulder, groaning desperately. "Oh my god, you're so soft~Squeeze your legs tighter together." He ordered and you did as you were told, just hoping it would be done quicker. Your pussy was burning at the friction of his dick. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your own moans, you didn't want him to know that there was a portion of you that was really enjoying this, the way he felt, how big he was. You peaked at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much of a mess you were. Levi's eyes were closed, head tipping back as he moved his hips faster. "Fuck! I'm so close." He paused his movements, grabbing your thighs, and forcefully opening them, his hand grabbing your panties and pulling them aside. You started to panic! "Levi no! Not there! Please not there!" You begged, but he kept you held still, as his cock forced itself inside of you. You screamed feeling him bottom out, his dick twitching inside of you, your body not excepting the lack of movement, You needed him to move. You couldn't take it, you shamefully began to wiggle your hips, Levi's arm releasing you, your hands pressing against the mirror in front of you, your hips lifting and dropping onto his cock feverishly. You couldn't stop yourself, you didn't know what you were doing but the pleasure drove your movements. Levi was just as surprised, his face twisted in intense heat. He grunted as he thrusted up into you, meeting your pace. You were a moaning mess, screaming for him like a slut. You were so caught up in the feeling, that you hadn't noticed him pulling out his phone, taking pictures and short videos. When he felt himself again get close, he threw his phone down, giving your ass a hard slap before grabbing your hips, forcefully holding you down onto his cock as his orgasm gushed into you. You struggled against him, your body shaking, tears falling from your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely embarrassed. Levi leaned back in the chair, his head tipped back, his cock still giving your spurts of lust, his cum starting to overflow your pussy, leaking down your legs. You looked over your shoulder at him with exhausted eyes. He smiled at you, giving a light pat to your thigh, "Up baby." he ordered, his voice soft as you struggled to stand. His dick made an obscene sound as you stood up. He tucked it back into his boxers. You whined as he lifted you up, carrying you to his bed. You clasped into the sheets, grabbing one of his pillows instinctively. You hugged it close to your chest, too sore to move. You felt so messy, so slutty. Levi on the other hand was acting as if nothing was happening, turning on his game, sitting on the bed next to you. You whined, getting his attention. He looked back at you, his hand resting on your head, petting your hair, taking out the cat ear clips. "You can get undressed if you'd like. I'm done for now." He explained. You used the last bit of your energy to strip from the outfit he had put you in. Levi looked back at you and smiled. "Sore?" He asked and you nodded. "You'll get use to it. I won't go so hard next time." he explained, making your stomach do flips. He was going to do this again...you really did belong to him. 

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Fic where y/n has a threesome with Levi and eren😗

can you finish these papers?

❥ 8k words | nsfw | levi x reader x eren

❥ you have some work to finish but you also have somewhere to be, so what’s the harm in handing it off to eren? only, eren ends up needing help with your work, and both eren and levi decide to help you out.

❥ content: threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), choking, lowkey cuckolding but not really, slight praise kink, semi-public sex

❥ note: i actually made one back in december so i will simply give that to you now, enjoy <3

"eren!" you called for the brunette, watching his body turn around just before he rounded the corner of the complex, a small smile gracing his face at your figure. you ran up to him, his arms wrapping around your small frame before you could topple over him.

"hey, slow down." the fabric of his button up crinkled the stack of papers in your hand in the slightest before you picked yourself up. he took it upon himself to draw you in closer engaging you in a brief hug before letting you go, causing you to smile at the small gesture. "why are you running?"

"oh, i wanted to catch you before you went to the cubicles." you bit your bottom lip, slightly embarrassed at the fact that you in fact we're running around an office complex to catch him. "i needed you to sign off these papers, and then finish up the rest for me, some of them aren't in my field but i was given them anyways." you held up the papers to your chest and dropped them, eren's eyes following. he took in your appearance; you were wearing a blazer one piece, as if it was a skirt and a blazer warped into one in the bright shade of white, the fabric coming down to a little more than above your knee. trailing down your legs you had a medium handbag in your left hand in a black color that matched your heels.

you were so gorgeous, is what he thought to himself. you never failed to dress to impress at your job, and he never failed to miss greeting you in the morning's when you would come into the building, your normal routine was you and him making coffee together, and on the days you were late he'd make yours for you, cold brew with caramel flavored creamer and a teaspoon of sugar every time. he liked you, but he didn't realize it until one day armin pointed it out to him.

you were seated with him at a meeting, and eren couldn't stop staring at you, the only person seeming to realize being armin, the intelligent coworker of yours that you seemed to only see time to time, and mikasa who was very observant in general; especially with eren.

"you like her!" armin squealed at eren after the meeting during your break. mikasa didn't fail to give a disapproving look at eren, during the ordeal.

"you do. but i'm not surprised. you don't even know her. you only like her for her looks, eren." she added on to armin's comment, eren furrowing his eyebrows at his coworker.

"i don't like her, i just think she's nice guys, and i actually have talked to her, multiple times, so i don't just like her for her looks, mikasa." he crossed his arms and mentally waved the two off. "you don't even know if we talk or not, you're in the complex over." his irritation was clear and he was beginning to walk off, mikasa hesitant to follow.

"eren if you like her that's okay! i'm all for it, and if you want a," armin nudged eren's shoulder playfully with a joyful smile. "wingman i can help you out."

eren grimaced at armin and pushed his arm down with a shake of his head. "armin stop, i don't need a wingman, i don't like her, and i don't need you trying to watch who i talk to mikasa." eren's voice raised in the slightest causing mikasa to step forward in front of armin. she looked down at her watch on her wrist and looked back up to eren with a motherly expression. "break is over in five minutes. let's go."

eren muttered something inaudible under his breath but let mikasa push him forward by the small of his back with armin trailing behind so they could leave the small break area.

so yes, he did like you, and only realized and admitted it to himself after that day, yet he would never admit it to his friends. mikasa would constantly be on his ass about every little thing and armin would try to gain intel on the relationship in retrospect. seeing you genuinely made his heart warm, and he was never afraid to be more than touchy with you, yet he didn't know exactly what move to make.

"yeah, i can do that. do you need them by a specific time?" he grabbed the papers from your hand, letting his brush against your dainty fingers for a slight moment, and he loved the way you grinned at him.

"no, no take your time, bring them by whenever. i have something to do anyways so please, take your time." he nodded his head at you.

"no additional information i need to know? nobody specific to give these to or anything?"

you didn't really think about your response, just wanting to get the papers off your chest. "nope, it's all in the papers, do whatever you want or whatever it says, you're the man."

he chuckled and held the papers up to confirm to you that he'll get everything done for you, despite his own workload. "alright, see you later then?"

"yes, of course, i'll see you later, eren, thank you so much!" and you were off as quick as you met up with him, heading over to the elevator, him watching you leave.

eren couldn't stop smiling to himself on his way to his own office, it was on the same floor as yours, yet the two of you weren't walking together. he assumed like you told him, you had something important to do and that's why you left some of your papers off to him, as the two of you were in the same business field in general compared to others like armin, mikasa, who were in the building next door.

finally, eren was sat at his desk skimming through the papers you gave him. he made two piles, one of papers he simply needed to sign off and transmit to someone above him, most likely the line manager, maybe the director or counselor, and another with work you actually left him to complete for you. mostly phone calls, documents to file and appointments to schedule. he sighed to himself and decided to just sign off the papers to pass on quickly, maybe he'd even be able to stop by your office on the way back to let you know he did some of the work and spark up a conversation.

meanwhile, you were making your own way to another office. you knocked on the door a few times, a small smirk on your face already.

"come in." the voice like silk answered and you wasted no time opening the wooden door.

"levi, hello." you hummed with the same grin you gave eren, just earlier. you closed the door behind you and watched levi study you briefly, rolling his chair out from underneath his desk. his eyes glanced from his desk to you and then back to his desk, getting up and grabbing miscellaneous items, going over to place them on a shelf so it was clearer. "always the clean freak." you scoffed stepping closer until you were right in-front of the plain desk, your fingertips brushing the surface that you've been fucked over countless times. you bent down and placed your purse onto the floor beside his desk. "did you miss me?"

levi went back to sitting down, giving you a one over, taking in your appearance as well. if you were to say so yourself, you were proud of your attire as well, it was giving you a confidence boost, and you got compliments when you wore it almost every time, not to say you wore it a lot.

"heichou? why are you ignoring me?" your voice was flirty. he still hadn't spoke a word to you, yet you knew he was fine with you being here, more than fine. you weren't genuinely being a nuisance, you just wanted to rile him up a bit. you and levi were always like this, not many people spoke to him, as a matter of fact you can't recall much people being willingly enough to talk to him. he was more threatening then the manager, erwin. yet your curiosity didn't fail you when you took a shot at him. both you and hange didn't let his sly remarks, or his little choice of words scare you away, or the death glare he'd shoot in your directions make you shy away from him, and maybe he enjoyed that a little bit.

but the difference between you and hange was your relation to him. an amazing friend you were to him, he even willingly gave you his number when you asked. you nor him were one hundred percent positive on how the situation came to be but you could remember (and you were sure he could too) the first time it happened.

after the first time, every once in a while you and levi would participate in sultry endeavors. you had him wrapped around your finger and you might've been the first girl to at that, although he had you wrapped around his too. not to mention the couple times the two of you didn't fail to fuck at work, levi always feeling more guilty than you after. it was a way to relieve stress for the two of you, and even if you wanted to, you doubt levi would allow you to get any closer to him than you were, not that it bothered you. he was like an onion, lots of hard layers to try and cut through, even after being so close with each other. you never asked why either, his feelings seeming to deep to dive in, and a little much for your carefree self to handle.

"the nicknames not working either?" you strode over and slowly placed yourself in his lap, making sure there were no signs of rejection or anything that would indicate he wasn't in the mood. your legs now were swung over either side of him and your head was leveled with his. "can i?" small fingers brushed up the side of his face, and he involuntarily stiffened in the slightest, even after so many sessions.

he locked his eyes with you and let you lean in to connect both of your lips, a sweet taste of his earlier tea still on his tongue, and only then did he finally place his hands on your lower back, bringing you forward and letting your hips meet his fervently. you tasted of coffee and it blended in perfectly with the herbal taste of his mouth that you swallowed up. moving your hands from his face to his neck, your arms hung over the back of the chair. you pulled back to catch your breath.

"so you're just playing hard to get today?" you smirked, placing your hands over levi's own hands. "do you want to make this quick? i'm not really busy today but how about you?"

finally, levi spoke to you for the first time that evening; "just a meeting with erwin near the end of the work day, in a couple hours."

"you couldn't go a couple hours if we wanted to." your playful remark didn't go unnoticed, and neither did the way he pinched your sides harshly, a yelp coming from your mouth as he picked you up and sat you on his desk.

"only because your shitty ass would be passed out after a few rounds." his eyes gleamed slightly at your charming expression after his joke that made you laugh. you threw your hands back around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, happy with the way he kissed you more excitingly this time. your tongues and lips danced in a hungry manner and he could feel the happiness radiating off of you. after all it has been a while since you last got to have time with the man.

you trailed your kisses downwards, letting them meet his sharp jawline and then even further until you pecked his adam's apple, it bobbing under your warm lips, and then further once again until they were met with his collarbone. his hand flew to your hair as you continued your administrations, biting and sucking at the thin skin surrounding his collarbone, him holding back his groans, although you could imagine his expression; eyebrows pinched together and his mouth hanging open in the slightest.

deciding to help him out a bit, his suit jacket was thrown off his shoulders onto his chair earning a hard glare from you and you quickly unbuttoned the rest of his white button up until his chest was revealed, giving you the opportunity to run your fingers around it. "hm, pretty."

his smell was distinctive, his signature cologne which you remember asking him the name for but you couldn't recall. it was a french name, something along the lines of 'de chanel', but your mind was becoming foggy and you didn't have time to remember the name at the moment.

"slow down." levi's muttered. "take off that thing." a look of amusement crossd your face, your upper lip perking up and your eyebrows raising. you slowly began to unbutton your buttons one after the other, fully aware you didn't have a bra on underneath your selected outfit; of course not for any particular reason. you just thought it looked simply better without it.

"what? the blazer dress?" and levi held his stern look with you, clearly he could care less about what the piece was called, and he helped you unbutton the remaining buttons letting it fall from your front and rest on your shoulders. he admired your figure, letting his hands ghost over you soft breasts before running his hand down your abdomen and resting them on your hips. his fingers dipped under the band of your underwear, the material nothing special, probably a cotton blend, then he let the pads of his index fingers rub against your hips before pulling them down and folding them to place on his chair. you rolled your eyes. "was folding them really necessary?"

"be lucky i'm even about to bend you over this desk and not making you clean up the mess you're gonna make."

you held your hands up in mock defense, eyelids raising in fake surprise at his comeback, but soon after your eyelids rose in real shock at the feeling of one of his fingers entering you, slowly becoming two. doing it yourself never hit as much as his fingers felt, they fit so effortlessly and made you feel squeamish. you lifted your head up in the slightest to watch him pump the digits in and out your cunt slowly, and clearly on purpose.

you laid back down completely groaning in response at the way his fingers seemed to itch at every right spot inside of you, yet it wasn't enough when you knew that you could have more, that you were going to get more out of him. you lifted your legs up as far back as you could without scooting your upper body off of the desk. you were laying the opposite way the desk was turned so your head hung off slightly, but you didn't mind with the sensation surrounding you.

"fuck, can you go faster maybe?"

"be patient, brat." levi spit back at you quickly, causing you to roll your eyes, but he didn't take that as an answer, curling his slender fingers up until they hit a soft spot, you sucking in a breath. you spread your legs a little more and began to grind down on levi's hands as much as possible to try and create more friction between the two of you, specifically for your own pleasure. you wondered if he was enjoying watching you sprawled out on his desk like this.

of course he was.

you didn't even realize how much he was enjoying it until you opened your eyes to watch the way his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, and the way his freehand was palming at his self. he was watching you such a lewd expression that you would never catch any other time, and it only grew when you fluttered your eyes at him and let out another moan to draw him in more. in fact, he was so caught up in the moment that his brain was on autopilot, whenever someone knocked on his door his response was always for them to 'come in', and that's how the next moment played out; his brain moving on its own while his fingers were working inside of you.

"sir?" a low voice startled you, but not so much levi as he was so caught up in the moment.

"come in." he said, just like he said to you when you first walked in, but he realized his mistake soon after, yet it was too late. "wait,"

the door was already opening, and heavy footsteps entered the office. "sir, i have pap-"

green eyes locked with yours first thing, and the way your face was contorted in pure pleasure and how your eyes were framed on his sent shivers as well as shock down his spine. surprisingly, you weren't as embarrassed as you thought you were supposed to be because it was him, although you were in an awkward position and levi was clearly flustered and angered at the same time.

"eren..." you mumbled, he appeared upside down from the way your head was looking off the desk, eren in front of you but a distance away.

eren stood there an unreadable expression on his face, but you could see anger through his movements, translated through the way he gripped the papers in his hand a little harder than usual, the paper folding under his hands. or maybe by the way his left eyebrows would twitch, hm, or maybe the slight glare that you couldn't tell who it was directed at.

levi on the other hands anger was way more evident, his face red from either the activity at hand or at how flustered he was. his fingers were stilled in you but they were still curved and rested against your g-spot a little harshly while his other hand stabilized him on the table. "jaeger,"

"i had some papers to drop by." he slightly cut levi off, which wasn't usual... why wasn't he leaving as soon as he witnessed what was going on? as a matter of fact, you were slightly worried on why you were the calmest one in the room although it was you who was upside down on with your tits hanging out and a finger between your lips.

"get out." levi hissed, nails digging into his palm as his fist sat on his desk, beside your phone. but that wasn't the only thing painful, not to mention his dick straining against his dress pants.

eren attempted swallowinh down his slight irritation and frustration, instead letting his gaze flicker down back to your body. he struggled with watching your chest heave up and down, clearly aching for this to be over so levi could keep going. the way the white fabric of your dress was draped across your shoulders yet revealing of everything in between, and the faint scent of sex lingered in the room. your finger playing with your lip and your legs spread open for... levi, was simply a sight.

he wished that was him.

he couldn't be mad at his line manager, he was the one who dictated how well he was doing to the actual boss, he was the head of the branch that you and eren were under.

"why are you still standing there brat? get out." levi's eyes were dark yet he refused to make eye contact with eren, who huffed in a breath and turned towards the door.

he thought for a minute.

"i'll tell."

you and levi's eyes slightly widened, you raising your eyebrow at his sudden demeanor. his voice was a bit lower and he was still facing the door, a bit spacey if you asked yourself.

"ere-"

"let me join."

you snickered in amusement. of course you'd be the one taking the biggest toll but if you were being honest it didn't bother you that much. you liked the thrill and anticipation of the possibility of being caught, and eren was cute, always a sweetheart to you and looking out for you and your work. he was the reason you could divide your work load. why not reward him? in all honesty, if he were to make a move on you independently you probably wouldn't have been one to say no. levi on the other hand...

"i'll tell erwin that you're in here fucking a staff member." this was light for eren, he really wanted to yell at levi for being the one to have you a mess under him, and wanted to be angry at you because you were allowing it to happen, his jealousy was definitely getting the best of him, and he was sure levi would probably beat his ass later for even making the proposition. he felt like a little kid, and felt even worse for the subtle blackmail. it felt stupid to even be asking for such a request, i mean he would never really tell, he just wanted to get a feel of you, feel you around him any which way.

"eren." levi's head lowered further. "i'm going to kill you."

eren's lips creeped up into a small smile. he took that as acceptance and he closed the door, this time locking it for levi and walking forward towards the desk. his smile was slightly reciprocated by you, feeling excitement rush through your body. sure you've been with a lot of people and were slightly know for being an overly friendly person, but a threesome? never.

despite levi's stiff form, still still fingers, and the annoyance seeping off of him eren wasted no time unbuckling his belt in front of your face. the hem of his black button up falling out of his pants as they dropped to the floor, his boxers going along with them.

"doesn't really matter to me if i can feel her pretty lips around my mouth."

oh, how bold of him.

you clenched. yup, yes you did, and you were sure levi felt it, your walls fluttering around his fingers at eren's choice of words. he was hung right in your face and you strained your neck a little bit to push back on the table so you could get a better position for him. he looked down at you still seemingly irritated but a little excited. he caressed his fingers under your jaw, his thumb pulling down on your bottom lip.

"can you open up for me, please?"

your smile was evident now. levi wasn't very vocal during sex as far as you knew, so the exchange and opposition in personalities was a new experience for you. levi began to move his fingers again as you hummed in response  and opened your mouth for eren. he slipped his dick into your mouth flawlessly and the angle helped your throat open up much more, not that you had trouble with that anyways.

eren's groans were so pretty, the feeling of your mouth circling him was heaven sent and he had to support himself with the table while he settled in your heat. "fuck," he moaned out while trying to reach the back of your throat only for a split second before letting you do your thing.

"you're gonna have to shut the fuck up. i'm not getting caught because of your shitty ass." levi's pumps were slower now, and you continued your grinding to get him to speed up while trying to cater to eren who was too in bliss to even care about levi's remark.

"mm," was eren's response and it made you laugh around him sending small vibrations up his cock, causing him to gasp and his hand to fly back up to your jaw, massaging your chin unconsciously. you were having slight trouble breathing and all you could see from your angle was the floor and the inside of eren's thighs, his skin a pretty tan, but in all you decided to close your eyes to enhance your pleasure and eren's.

levi began to quicken his pace in a rough manner, adding a third finger and continuing his administration's, using his freehand to fumble with his own pants and belt until they collapsed from around his waist while he abused the sweet spot inside of you. more moans continued to spill from you and eren began his own pace inside your mouth simultaneously while levi pushed to make you cum.

eren's free hand snaked from your jawline to your throat and he essentially used it as leverage while he slipped in and out your mouth, almost slipping out completely then pushing as far as he could every time. spit dribbled down the side of your face from your position and his assault and you silently prayed it didn't get in your eye. "this shit feels so good," eren groaned, his eyes closed as he basked in the pleasure you were giving him, using you as he pleased. "this is what i was missing out on? this is what he got to do?" he rambled on and levi glared at him while his words barely processed in your head as you focused on trying to breathe.

"shut up, you're gonna turn me off." levi continued to go faster and you could feel the warm sensation building up in your lower stomach, your legs aching from their position, continuously open as far as they can go so you could feel his nimble fingers inside you as deep as possible. you knew your legs would be cramped and feel like jelly later.

a whimper elicited from you while eren used your throat, and eren laughed at levi, yet he couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

your legs were beginning to shake and you used your free hand to rub your clit but levi's hand grabbed your wrist before you could help yourself to an orgasm. "no. you really think i'd let you get off that fast?" you whined but it was slightly covered by the gags eliciting from your throat as eren got rougher, hand closing in around your neck and you could feel his fingertips tightening around it. he also seemed to relish in the feeling of your throat bulging the deeper he went, causing a mantra of curses to leave his own throat.

once you calmed down a little on levi's end he continued to go faster again, this time your wrist to your side pinned by his hand. he was doing it on purpose, hitting that sacred spot inside of you repeatedly while watching your actions to determine whether or not you were close, by the way your legs would push further out, or the way you would arch your back, or even the feeling of you tightening around him in anticipation for something bigger, then he would pull out and relished in the whine that would leave your mouth every time.

"ev... ah..." his name sounded so distorted coming from your mouth when you had eren filling your mouth up.

"he can't hear you like that, sweetheart." eren taunts, pulling out and and rubbing the head of his dick against your swollen lips. "what is it?"

"i can't, i need to cum." you pleaded, raising your head up so that you could see levi's fingers inside of you preparing to get you close to your high for the umpteenth time. eren stared in admiration at you and at your begging expression.

"tch, help him finish first so i can fuck you." levi was relaxing now that he was in too deep, and you could tell. he seemed to be enjoying putting you right on the edge, or maybe he was punishing you for eren's arrival, but that was in no way your fault. you sighed impatiently and laid your head back down so eren could slip back in.

"you want me to make this quick for you?" eren's hand was on your cheek now with a look you'd give to a crying newborn baby, almost as if he was in awe, maybe pity, or maybe he was patronizing you. you weren't used to being so submissive to one, let alone two people, so you were surprised at how rapidly your responded, a fast nod to the head. "'m gonna use that pretty throat of yours for a few more minutes, alright?" another hum in response to eren and you closed your eyes again in anticipation, deciding to ignore the spit and lewd noises while levi added a fourth finger but went pretty slow.

eren pushed into your throat again and stayed as deep as possible for a couple seconds. "shit," he furrowed his eyebrows before pulling out and then repeating the process. "i'm close, i'm so fucking close." you helped push eren over the edge by attempting to swirl your tongue around his dick and hollowing your cheeks. the last time he pulled out you chased him, your lips puckering around his head and sucking. he went in once more and you licked up a specific vein that lined the side of his cock and then he spilled in your mouth. "oh, fuck, fuck!"

you sat up as he pulled back and propped yourself up on your elbows, forcing yourself to swallow his seed, as you were at work and didn't want too much of a mess to clean up. plus levi would've probably killed you, already seeming upset. although, levi kept to his word, he clicked his tongue and pumped his fingers in and out of you hard and fast again to build that pressure back up, letting go of your wrist to rub at your clit and not forgetting the spot that made your eyes rolls back and your stomach curdle until you yourself were coming as well with a too loud moan, that you prayed the others in the building didn't hear. "levi!" you called out, his name leaving your lips flawlessly causing his lips to part with a sigh and your juices coating his fingers. he pulled his fingers out from you and your and eren were both mesmerized by the amount of slick that gave his fingers a shine.

although the site in front of him was beautiful, eren was jealous that that wasn't his name coming from your lips like that.

and levi was irritated he was still untouched.

"my turn." levi grumbled, as you sat up your chest heaving up and down. you were sure you looked a mess, dry saliva and cum all over your face, and your throat left dry and abused, not to mention you didn't even want to know what your hair looked like. you lifted yourself off the counter and threw the dress blazer that was under you onto the floor, and swore you saw levi twitch, probably contemplating whether or not to ruin the moment by folding it or something.

"awe, heichou was being patient. that's a first." you joked, and eren came around and sat up onto levi's desk in your previous spot letting you lean back onto him while he was trying to catch his own breath after such an intense orgasm. he was slightly confused by the nickname but it gave him the impression that this has clearly been going on for a long time. "so what do you want me to do, boss?"

with another click of his tongue levi opted to show you instead of tell you. you turned around as levi lined himself up while you stood facing eren for support as he sat in front of you stroking himself and deciding to just watch for now, still surprised he was even getting to have an experience with you.

"then i'm gonna fuck you." you gasped as you felt levi rub against your folds and then enter you bottoming out at once. he's been inside you so many times yet every time still felt somewhat new and refreshing. he fit so perfectly inside of you like a glove and you loved the way it felt every time. you sighed in relief when you felt him buried to the hilt and eren's hand tightened around himself at the noises coming from you. he was studying your expressions well, knowing that he'd embed in his mind the noises and faces you were making for later.

eren brought his hands up to your face and pulled you in for a kiss to swallow up your sounds. "you know you did so good?" he praised you using his thumbs to rub your ears before kissing down to your neck. "that's the best head i've gotten in a while."

your mouth dropped open and you let out the quietest "eren," as he pulled you closer and levi fucked you harder; he wanted to hear 'levi' not 'eren'. eren relished in this though and sucked at your neck, sandwiching you between the two boys, you using eren to hold onto, and levi drilling you.

"yeah, i like when you say my name like that." you couldn't help but notice how expressive he was, and you loved it. his lips formed those words against your skin and you grasped onto his black button up to hold yourself up some more. eren let go of your face now having a free hand to go back to stroking himself. he watched as your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open, and levi loved the way instead of your eyes, your cunt fluttered around him. his grip on your hips was strong and his fingertips were going to leave some type of imprint in your skin. the sound of skin slapping against each other was so apparent and a turn on for eren.

"hey," eren let go of himself and connected your lips once more before leaning in towards your ear. "you think you can take two people?" his voice was low, almost like a whisper but loud enough that levi heard it too, causing him to stutter in his movements at the thought and you to have a mini double take as well.

"oh fuck," you sighed resting your elbows on eren's knees while your chin rested against his shirt and you opened your eyes to look up at him.

"if you can't let me know, no pressure." his smile was warm, too much like the same grin he gave you earlier when you handed him those papers. one of his hands pat the top of your head before raking the rest through your locks and then tugging on your ponytail slightly. "i'm just curious to know how much you can take. you've been such a slut today... i didn't know you were like this." your head was jerked to look more up at him causing a strain on your neck and you let out a small mewl in response.

levi looked up at you trying to determine what your response meant while eren caressed your jaw again, something he seemed to really enjoy. it made it feel more intimate for him and gave him the slightest hope that he could have a little more of you another time.

"how?" you mumbled against him. eren's hands cascaded down your back until his ring finger prodded at your hole causing it to clench slightly making him chuckle.

"well i'll be here," and then his hand groped your ass before bringing it back up and kissing you once more. "and he'll be there."

"i... i can try?" your audible response was more of a question and it was mainly the result of the way eren stared down at you. gosh were his eyes absolutely gorgeous, the closer you were to him the better they were to look at even through the blur of your eyes from the sensations around you. emerald green rimmed by a jade with flecks of the ocean littering his eyes. as a matter of fact his whole face was gorgeous, his brown hair swept back into a half assed bun with strands of hair sticking to his forehead was still attractive to you somehow even though it looked like he didn't try at all.

"hm, sir?" eren looked up, his 'sir' coming off as more mockingly and levi's infamous glare wasn't afraid to look at eren again. "it's what she wants."

"are you sure this isn't for your own fucking fantasy?" you assumed levi's comment was a joke but his tone was too serious to tell, so eren brushed it off as well as you. "come here." levi pulled out and hesitantly sat back in his own chair. "get on top of me." you obliged and crawled into his lap, lining the two of you up again and having him bury into you all the way again.

"you don't have... anything, right? to help her?" eren asked reluctantly but he wanted to assure no harm would be done to you. levi shook his head and gave eren a look that screamed 'why would i carry lube at work?' yet it was a stupid look considering he was in the process of fucking his coworker at work as well.

eren came up behind you rubbing your shoulders and neck chastely, speaking again in a low tone; "we're gonna take this slow." he turned your head towards him as you leaned more against levi so eren could get a better angle and kissed you softly before collecting precum from his tip and smearing it on your entrance then letting his spit beside it before slipping one finger into you. you tensed up in the slightest and pulled away from eren's lips. eren could feel the added pressure from you and pouted. "you have to relax or this won't work." you were sure his response was trying to be reassuring but it came off as more angry.

"okay," you relaxed your body and levi pulled you closer to him not even recognizing the fact that he pecked you a kiss instead. "someone's jealous." you joked as eren slipped a second finger beside the first, levi tensing up himself at the strange feeling of eren's fingers being felt through the thin tissue that separated your two holes. you stiffened yourself in the slightest at being pushed to your limit. levi grumbled something inaudible and peered down at the site, slightly intrigued but doing a good job at hiding the fact.

"can i add a third one?" eren asked after you were more calm. he spit again so it wasn't dry. you hesitated for a minute before nodding your head and anticipating the new stretch. you weren't gonna lie, it slightly burned but it was a good burn, a sexual pain. eren slipped in his third finger even slower than the first two and marveled at the way you were taking up so much, rubbing your back encouragingly and pecking various upper body parts to keep you calm while levi himself was struggling with the added pressure, just holding you in his lap and trying not to thrust into you.

slowly eren pumped his fingers and he ached for it to be his dick instead. maybe another time he'd be able to get you by yourself and get to fuck you properly, he could only hope.

"i think i can do another one." your tone was shy as you cradled against levi's chest, quite flustered.

"oh? okay." eren responded before repeating his process of spitting and adding another finger slowly so you could adjust. one thing eren and levi could agree on was how well you were doing. his fingers pumped inside you again and you groaned at the newfound feeling, lip quivering and eyes getting teary. this time, without much hesitance after you adjusted again eren removed his fingers and placed his tip at your entrance turning you to face him. "you're so fucking good," eren brought your lips to his again before he slid into you slowly, swallowing all your gasps and he could've sworn he could've heard one elicit from levi at the pressure that was building up. he didn't begin to move until you gave him the okay and he spit hastily once more and began moving slowly, levi's pace much faster.

you felt overwhelmed but in a good way, the thrill was running through your body and your adrenaline was pumping, cheeks warm and body hot, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "this... feels so fucking... good!" you struggled to get you words out but they heard you. in response eren grabbed your breast, rolling your nipple in between his warm fingers and placing his forehead against the top of your head.

"yeah, it does, this is amazing, ____, you're amazing, fuck." you could've sworn that was the first time eren had said your name all night and you loved the way it rolled off of his tongue so well, it made your heart flutter how he said it so passionately and rich while he fucked you.

levi still was adamant on not making much noise but you could tell he was feeling it too by the way his grip on your lower back was impeccably tight, and the soft curses under his breath. normally you'd be asking the other party to go faster but you didn't want to push yourself too much and relished in the pleasure given currently. you were gonna come soon anyways with an added push later.

"you're taking us so well, shit," eren cursed eyes squeezed so tightly he was seeing stars in his vision while he palmed at your breast, seemingly for his own leverage not really your own, and you probably would've laughed at this if you weren't so in the moment yourself.

"eren, levi," you panted bouncing down onto both of them hoping your efforts were working with them. "please, i'm gonna come,"

ugh, there names again went straight to both of their heads, especially eren, his hand snaking up to your neck from your boob and  choking you slightly before going to your jaw and slipping his thumb into your mouth, holding it open. "are you asking permission?" eren asked while levi followed in eren's footsteps unconsciously and this time actually choked you, his hand wrapping around your neck and bringing you closer to him, yet his eyes were closed.

"i..." you couldn't even respond to eren's question, too much going on and quicker than you could even process or realize you came squeezing both of them tight, but levi could feel it straight on and stopped for a second in efforts not to come yet. he would never admit it but the feeling was perfectly strange in the weirdest way. as long as levi's lower stomach didn't rub against your clit the oversensitivity didn't bother you too much.

"you what? speak up." eren patronized you knowing you couldn't speak well with his thumb in your mouth or a hand around your throat, nevertheless filled both ways with two dicks.

levi loosened his grip and you sucked in as much air as possible and whined. "please, can i come?"

yes, you definitely needed someone like eren in your sex life.

he took his hand out your mouth and used his wet thumb to rub circles around your clit until that same pressure built up earlier and toppled you over the edge, you coming for the third time that day, holding in your screams as you twitched on both of their dicks squeezing them tight. "lev-, ere-," you breathed heavy and collapsed on levi again while both of them quickened their pace, eren coming first for the second time and spilling into you causing levi to let out a loud groan and reciprocate.

levi pushed forwards causing you to fall back into eren who took you into his arms and turned you around so no cum got on levi's desk. while he caught his breath he used the arm that wasn't holding you up to spread your left cheek and watch you push out both of their fluid, eren biting his lip and sighing. "you did really good." he murmured in your ear while levi fixed himself up right away. talk about post-sex guilt, or maybe that was his cleanly side acting up.

usually after sex the two of you would get dressed together and you would help him clean his office but this was too much, you were tired and needed to help yourself.

levi clearly felt disgusted with himself, and you found it amusing even through your haze. "i have some cleaning to do, get your shit together and get out." was the nicest way for him put it. you didn't take this as rude considering you knew levi personally, and as did eren yet he still was slightly offended. levi pulled out a box off tissues from the shelf which he placed them on and handed it to you. "get yourself a little cleaned up with these, get your clothes on, and you too jaeger."

you rolled your eyes yet you and eren obliged while levi febreezed the room before getting started on his cleaning.

"good thing i don't have calls today. we're on break now so i'm making myself another cup of coffee to get through this last hour." you spoke mainly to yourself but still the two heard as you placed your phone back into your purse which you picked up after spraying yourself (and eren) with perfume and fixing yourself up, face cleaned up and all.

"we don't talk about this, ever. this isn't happening again, and if i even hear you utter a word about it, it's gonna be your neck, brats." levi muttered while wiping off his desk profusely. "get out." he huffed, wanting to take a hot shower, then again all three of you couldn't wait to get home and do just that.

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"so..." eren sipped from his coffee as did you, him deciding to follow you during the last ten minutes of your break.

"so? don't make this awkward, eren." you half joked with a small smile. "levi said not to talk about it!" you repeated levi's words mockingly, of course you cared less what levi thought.

"i just feel like this makes us closer." he chirped at your playful tone. "we should hang out or something sometime and i wanna know you and... everything." eren seemed bolder with his words after your adventure.

"you blackmailing me and levi into having sex with you counts as us getting closer?" it seemed as if eren became a little more sullen with another one of his infamous irritated looks, causing you to chuckle. "i'm just joking, eren. you have my number if you need it."

eren's eyes lit up and he smiled with a small huff of accomplishment. "alright cool..." his gaze darted towards the clock in the corner of the room. "breaks over so i'll see you, _____." there was your name again.

he began to walk off desperately wanting to leave you with a hug or a kiss but he was back into his awkward complex, nevertheless he did not know what terms the two of you stood on after that.

"did you ever finish those papers?" you asked curiously looking towards eren before he could round the corner. eren gave you an apologetic look shaking his head until his brain sparked. he smirked and looked back at you with those same aqua eyes.

"i finished in something else instead." and you swore you saw his eyes darken before he turned that stupid sharp corner and disappeared for good.

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan #eren jaeger smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #eren x levi

[stevesbestgirl]

In the Pit

Pit Boss!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Y/N is used to bad luck. But when Wanda and Nat drag her to the casino for a night out, she meets a handsome stranger at the bar and her luck starts to turn for the better. Gambling was never her thing, but all of the sudden, a jackpot seems within reach.

3559 Words

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (there are no STDs or unplanned pregnancies in this universe, okay?), fingering, orgasm denial, hints of a praise kink, gambling, alcohol consumption (reader gets a little tipsy), reader is kind of oblivious for most of the fic lol

A/N: I’ve had the idea for this for so long, I’m so happy to finally get it out. If you couldn’t tell that based on the super hokey summary I wrote for it (I just couldn’t help myself). 

You wrinkled your nose as you stepped into the fog of smoke that hung in the air. But Wanda was pulling you forward, beelining for the slot machines. 

“Wanda, those are super rigged, you know that, right?”

“Oh come on, don’t be a wet blanket, go get a drink and find something fun to waste some time on,” she gave you a push toward the bar before plunking down at a machine.

You stifled a sigh and made your way to the bar; you weren’t trying to ruin anyone’s fun. Admittedly, you weren’t a big fan of casinos, considering that you tended to have bad luck whenever you gambled. But Wanda was right; you didn’t really come out to win, you came out to have a good time.

You drummed your fingers on the bar; you deserved to have a bit of mindless fun.  Work had been a lot lately, you supposed you could stand to cut loose. 

As if he knew what you were thinking, the brunette across the bar sent you a smile over a glass of amber liquid. Your cheeks grew warm under his gaze; maybe not that loose. He was good-looking; you’d even call him pretty. Slicked back hair highlighted his angular jaw, coated in a thin layer of scruff. 

“What can I get for you?” The bartender approached you, glass in hand. He had sandy blonde hair and a somewhat stocky frame.

You pulled your attention away from the handsome stranger, “A rum and coke please.” You reconsidered, “Actually, make it a double.” He nodded and pulled the rum from the shelf behind him, filling your glass rather high before adding the coke. You stole another glance at the man across the bar; his attention was now elsewhere and he was rapping his knuckles absently on the bartop. 

The bartender pushed the glass over to you and you offered a bill in exchange, but he waved you away, “On the house.”

You blinked at him, brow furrowing, “What? But-”

“Don’t worry about it.” You glanced at the drink, for a fleeting moment wondering if he’d done something to it. “You just watched me make it,” he chuckled. “No strings attached. Just a free drink.”

You swapped for a different bill, “At least let me tip you then.”

His lips curled into a half-smile at your determination, “No strings.”

You set the bill down on the bar, but he pushed it back over to you. Huffing, you put it back in your wallet and swirled your pinky nail in your drink. Once you were satisfied that the polish wasn’t changing color, you took a sip, almost coughing on the potent taste of rum. You cleared your throat, replying dryly, “Thank you.”

Once he’d moved to a different section of the bar, you pulled the bill back out and dropped it over the edge before hurrying away into the crush of people on the floor. 

You found Wanda exactly where you’d left her, cranking away on the slot machine with a fervent look in her eye. 

“How’s it going?”

“I can’t talk, I’m in the zone.”

“Okay,” you took another sip of your drink, “Guess I’ll go find Nat then.”

So you ambled off, scanning the floor for anything that looked interesting while you kept an eye out for your other friend. When you finally found Natasha, she was seated at one of the poker tables, a cigar poking out of her mouth. She likely wouldn’t want to be bothered either.

So much for spending time with your friends. You sighed and took a seat at the table nearest to you. “Would you like to play, miss?” The dealer had brown hair with a touch of gray down by his ears and rather striking bluish gray eyes. You glanced down at the table, trying to assess what it was for, but he spoke up again, “Blackjack.”

“Um, sure.” You traded him cash for some chips and put down the minimum bet.  You watched him shuffle, deftly turning cards over between his fingers before dealing. You were the only one at the table, so you assessed your hand. “Hit.”

It was a bust. He took your chips to his side of the table and collected the cards. You set down another bet and he dealt again. You knew enough about the math to know it was on your side, so you took another card and busted again. 

“A bit of bad luck, eh?”

You offered a wry smile, “I’m used to it.”

He paused a long moment before responding, something appearing to catch his eye over your shoulder, but he quickly turned his gaze back to you, “What do you say to one more? They say third try’s the charm, after all.”

You stole another glance at Natasha; she now had a large pile of chips in front of her. Finally, you nodded, “One more.” 

You offered up your chips and watched him deal, the cards a blur as he spun them onto the table with a flourish. You were at twenty. “Stay.”

He gave you a conspiratorial smile, “Good choice.” He flipped his own card, putting his total at 18.

He seemed to be waiting for your reaction, so you glanced up at him, “Did I win?”

“You won.”

“Really?” Normally, you would have been embarrassed by how excited you sounded, but the high of a victory won out. 

He cleared the card and paid you your chips, waiting for you to decide if you wanted to stay or go. You knew this was exactly the trap of gambling; you get a little taste of a win and assume you can make up what you’ve lost. But hell, you’d said you’d cut loose a little bit, so you put another bet down.

Another hand of cards and you’d won another. You were back to where you started.

“Maybe your luck is turning around,” he suggested.

“Let’s not get carried away,” you laughed, feeling the tingle of the rum in your fingertips. “But I am having fun.” You bet again, a little bit more this time and the deal gave you twenty-one. The dealer hand was only twenty; another win for you and a larger payout. A giddy feeling swept through you; this had never happened to you before; you were actually ahead. 

You knew you should probably quit while you were ahead, but you were starting to see why people enjoyed this so much. You put down another bet and another after that, continually amazed when your newfound luck continued to hold up. You slowly grew more comfortable with raising your bets and after a handful of rounds, you were ahead by quite a bit. 

Biting your lip, you contemplated your chips. It would be smart to cash out. But you were a little tired of always making the smart choice. You pushed them all forward.

“Growing bold, are we?”

You shrugged, polishing off the remainder of your drink, “I don’t care if I take anything home, I’m just having a good time.” 

He signaled a passing waitress, who grabbed your empty glass on her way past. Then he dealt the first cards, pausing before he laid down the second- an ace to your five. “Hit.” A seven; now you were stuck at thirteen. “Hit.” An eight.

You squealed aloud, face warming as a few nearby heads turned. “Okay,” you tried to take a deep breath, starting over, “Okay. I think I’m done.” In all the games you’d ever lost, the total couldn’t be even close to what you’d just won. 

The dealer smiled, “Congratulations.” He traded up your chips and returned them.

You tossed one of the new chips back across the table to him, unable to keep the smile from your face, “Thank you.” You could see the protest on his lips, so you scurried away from the table back toward Wanda. She’d moved onto another machine, not too far away from the first.

You sidled up next to her, “How’s it going?”

“Good. I’m up a little bit.”

“You changed machines.”

She shrugged, “That one was used up.” Wanda had a kind of sense for those things- good instincts she called them. Finally, she glanced at you, “Did you find something fun to do?”

You held back a smile, keeping your expression even, “Played a little bit of blackjack.”

“How much did you lose this time?” 

“I didn’t.” You grinned widely, tipping your cup of chips in her direction so she could see inside. 

Wanda’s eyes went wide, “Holy sh-” She glanced around like she expected to see someone chasing after you, claiming there had been a mistake. “You won that much?”

“It must be my lucky night.” You bounced on the balls of your feet; her reaction made it that much more satisfying.

She raised an eyebrow, “You gonna cash out?”

You clutched the cup in between your hands, glancing at your chips again; you hadn’t really thought about where to go from here. “Maybe some of them.”

“Maybe you’re on a hot streak.” She nudged you, “Keep it going. Live a little.”

You nodded, “I’ll stop back later.” You cashed out some of your winnings, keeping only what you wanted to keep playing with and made your way back over to the bar and took a seat, waiting for the bartender to be free. 

“Having a good time?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you realized you were two seats down from the same man who was here earlier. Your cheeks went warm again, “Yes, thanks. How about you?”

He smiled, “Yeah. Tonight’s got good energy. I’ve got a feeling.”

The way he was looking at you made it seem like he’d just let you in on a secret. You just laughed a little, “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Don’t you think so?”

You tipped your head, considering, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

He offered his hand, “Bucky.” You accepted his hand and gave him your name.

The bartender came over, “Another double rum and coke?”

“Just a single this time, thanks.”

“On my tab, Clint.” Clint disappeared behind the bar again.

You glanced at Bucky, “Two drinks in one night?”

“Two?” he feigned surprise.

“The house isn’t known for handing out free drinks.”

He laughed guiltily, “Maybe it is if the girl is really pretty.”

That caught you off guard, but you impressed yourself with your response, “Must be a lot of pretty girls coming through here if you’ve got a signal set up with the bartender.”

Now it was his turn to flush, his cheeks going pink as he chuckled and guiltily rubbed his cheek, “I guess that backfired, huh?”

Clint returned with your drink and promptly disappeared again. “It was still nice.” You took a sip, “As long as it’s not like, too many.” 

He laughed again, “No, no, definitely not.”

“He usually stops at one drink, too,” Clint called over from down the bar.

“Oh really,” you teased. 

“Thanks, Clint,” Bucky rested his forehead in his palm. “This is not how I was expecting this to go.” 

You sipped your drink again, “I actually kind of like how it’s going.”

“Oh, well that makes me feel better then,” he laughed. 

“How was it supposed to go?”

“Well, I was gonna buy you the second drink and chat you up a little bit. Maybe we could play some poker to get to know each other. We’d have a great time and then when I ask you out at the end of the night, you’d say yes.”

You shrugged, “Tonight’s a special night- maybe there’s time to get back on track.” Sliding off your stool, you sauntered off toward the poker tables.

Taking a seat, you bought in, heart skipping as you heard footsteps behind you. The dealer spoke over your head, “Will you be playing, sir?”

You heard Bucky’s voice, “Deal me in.” He took the seat to your left and rested his chin in his palm while he watched the deal. 

You assessed your hand; it was fair, but nothing special. You raised anyway. Sending a slight smirk at Bucky, you watched for his reaction, trying to get a feel for him. He chuckled, matching your bet, keeping his hand face down on the table- he hadn’t even looked at it. 

“Feeling confident?” you teased, opting not to raise again.

“Something like that.” He offered a conspiratorial grin before he raised again, doubling his previous bet, still not looking at his hand. The other unlucky soul playing this table with the pair of you rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed by your banter. He folded, gathering his chips and moving to another table. 

You called Bucky’s bet, your smirk fading as he pushed his hand forward, folding and giving you the win. You cocked your head, “I can’t get to know you very well if you don’t actually play the game, you know.”

“This wasn’t the kind of poker I was talking about, doll. I meant more of a,” he paused, “Private table.”

“Like a high-stakes kind of thing?”

His laugh cut through the pleasant, rum-induced softness in your head, making you suddenly aware of how warm you felt, “You could say that.” He stood from his stool, “You coming?”

Wanda’s words rang in your head, “Live a little.” And you found yourself nodding, accepting the hand he offered you and following him to the back of the floor, where the single door was labeled “Employees Only.” 

You opened your mouth to ask him where you were going, but he pushed straight through with no hesitation. In the narrow hallway behind the door, he kept going until you reached the door at the end of the hallway where a golden placard designated the office as belonging to the “Floor Manager.”

Before you could ask the question on your tongue as the pieces began to come together, he’d pulled out his ID badge from his inner jacket pocket and carded you both into the office. And on the desk was a name plate reading “James Barnes,” and everything made sense. 

He steered you into the cushy seat in front of the desk while he took his seat behind it, pulling a deck of cards from the top drawer and a bottle of some kind of booze from the bottom drawer. He poured a drink for each of you and began shuffling the deck of cards rapidly. 

You watched him for a moment, lips pursed, considering your feelings on this, “Something tells me I won’t be winning this game as easily as I did the others.” You raised an eyebrow, the statement coming out like a question you knew he wouldn’t answer.

He smiled, a lilting half-smile that seemed to tease the part of you that said you should leave, “Only one way to find out.” Then he dealt your hand, including two exchange cards before discarding the top card and dealing three cards face up in the middle. 

You appraised your hand and elected to keep it instead of swapping. Confirming you were happy with your hand, Bucky burned another card before dealing another to the middle. It was good for you. Repeating the process again for the final card, Bucky laid his hand down and you did the same.

Yours was better, but Bucky didn’t seem disappointed in the slightest; he removed his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair with a smile. And on it went; each round, one of you would remove an article of clothing and every time, your heart would beat a little bit faster.

When Bucky removed his shirt, it took a conscious effort not to lick your lips and soon enough, you were sitting in the chair with your legs crossed, only your bra and panties to cover you. Bucky, at least, was in a similar state of undress, boxers and his silk tie his only remaining articles of clothing. 

When the last hand was dealt, Bucky revealed his losing hand with a sly grin and you couldn’t help the tipsy giggle that followed, “You know, it takes a special kind of guy to lose on purpose all night long.”

He put on a look of mock offense, “I would never lose on purpose. That destroys the integrity of the game. This is pure strategy.” 

Slowly rising from your seat, you made your way over to him, his gaze sliding over your figure in a way that made warmth spread through your belly. There was already wetness gathering between your thighs. Now this was living a little.

 You brushed your fingers over his shoulder and watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, “You turn a good profit rigging the games for all the pretty girls that come through here?”

He captured your hand, brushing his lips over your knuckles, “Only one girl pretty enough to find out for.” You weren’t sure you believed that, but damn if it wasn’t a good line. And you would be lying if you said this didn’t feel like a win-win for you. 

You moved in, standing over his lap and tilting his chin up to hover your lips over his, “Guess it’s your lucky night.” 

Then his hands were on your hips, pulling you down over his lap and you slotted your lips over his, teeth and tongues clashing as you tasted each other. Maybe it was the booze or the high of the night, but you felt hungry for him in a way you’d never felt for a stranger before. You cupped his cheeks, your fingers brushing over the scruff as you explored his mouth. 

His hands trailed over your hips and up your waist, his deft fingers unclasping your bra with ease. He palmed your breast with a soft groan into your mouth, his thumb brushing over the soft skin underneath. He broke from your mouth to wrap his lips around a nipple, tweaking it with his tongue as his hand dipped into your panties. Humming his approval at the wetness he found, he toyed with you by touching everywhere but your clit. 

Your hips rolled against his hand as he teased you, a complaint on your tongue, “Those damn fingers of yours-” But then he touched you, his fingers light and sure of themselves, turning your words into a strangled cry. 

His lips returned to yours so he could swallow up the soft pants that spilled from your lips as he worked on you, “There’s a good girl.” His words were muffled against your lips, but they still stoked the fire in your belly. He took advantage of the wetness at your core to slide two fingers inside you, humming his approval, “So tight for me, doll. Gotta get you ready, so why don’t you fuck yourself on my fingers, hm?”

The low timbre of his voice lent his words a hint of authority that gave you a rush. He’d let you hold the reins and pretend to steer for the whole night, but it seemed like your time to drive was over. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and moved your hips in time with his fingers, the heel of his palm pressing against you just enough to have your head spinning. Your hips moved sloppily, riding him without embarrassment as you chased your orgasm. But when your movements began to stutter as you approached a peak, Bucky withdrew and your release dissipated. 

But your disappointment didn’t last as Bucky spoke in your ear, “You ready for me?” You nodded, leaning in to steal another kiss as he shoved his boxers down. A moan escaped you as you felt him prodding at your entrance, before he pushed inside you, guiding your hips down over his length. He peppered fervent kisses down your jaw, murmuring, “That feel good, doll?” To emphasize his point, he rolled his hips, drawing a gasp from you. 

“Don’t stop,” you breathed. 

You could feel the way he smirked into your neck before his hips began to move in earnest. His hands drifted over your exposed skin, guiding your hips up and down in time with his thrusts. Your breath escaped in short pants as his cock dragged against your walls. As one of Bucky’s hands drifted back down to your clit, his name tumbled from your lips in a plea, your hips moving of their own accord to chase the feeling building deep in your belly. 

“Bucky-” 

“I know, doll,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. “I wanna feel you.” He bit down, sucking your neck  to make sure it left a bruise. 

One more circle of his fingers on your clit and his teeth on your neck were the final nudge you needed to break. You couldn't control the way your hips rolled against him as waves of pleasure washed over you, riding him through your orgasm until the way you squeezed him made his own thrusts grow sloppy. He grunted as he came, burying this face in the crook of your neck and scattering kisses there while he came down from his high.

You caught your breath, heart skipping when he raised his head to meet your gaze. You bit your lip, "Still feeling lucky?" 

His smirk said it all, "Doll, you've got no idea."

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #pit boss!bucky #casino au

[soulmate-game]

New fic *test*

New Bio!dad Bruce story? I’m testing out this first chapter, and if I like where it’s going I might add it to my growing pile of WIPs. If I have inspiration, I might as well use it. Because of life events stressing me the hell out, I’m throwing any writing plans out the window and I’m purely gonna write to destress right now. Whether that means updating THG or not, or continuing Maribat March, we’ll just have to see how this all pans out. Things are subject to day-to-day change.

I got inspiration from this from rereading my day 1 story for Bio!dad Bruce Wayne month from last year. I’m just gonna change a few things.

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For once, an unfamiliar face attracted the attention of everyone who caught even a glimpse of them. It wasn’t even because of the person themselves at first, but their dress. The skirt like the most fantastical of storybook ball gowns, fluffy layers of satin over a luxurious petticoat, with a stunning pink floral pattern whose busy appearance was tastefully offset by a shorter, sheer layer of leaf green tulle artistically weaved and somehow sculpted over the floral in order to tame it. The effect turned what should be a grandmotherly pattern into something softer, sophisticated and youthful and yet also reminiscent of fairytale princesses. Over top the short layer of green tulle was an even shorter later of white tulle, almost invisible except for the elegant embroidery of crystal-white vines that twined all over it, connecting the green below it to the bottom-most floral pattern and oddly adding a layer of childishness instead of maturity. At the waist of the dress was a dark plum pink satin ribbon, to separate the elaborate ballgown skirt from the bodice. Attached to the simple ribbon was a large brooch of fabric flowers, with a single plastic ladybug in the center.

The bodice of the dress came up into a cheongsam neckline, but was sleeveless. It was a simple design, of half green and half dark pink, with a white border separating the two. The white border had expertly done embroideries in a soft silver thread that would only be visible close up, the images the thread made being that of fairies and ladybugs dancing around one another.

It was, all in all, a stunning display that made the small eurasian woman wearing them look like absolute royalty. Perhaps a long lost fairy princess. Her black-blue hair was even done up in elaborate looping braids and a braided bun, with silver and green pins that further completed the regal ensemble. And yes, while the expertly done dress was what initially captivated her current audience, it was not what kept them from leaving her alone. That was all her personality, bubbly and bright as her blinding smile. It was a sunny disposition that very few people present had any exposure to at all, and it drew them like a sunflower to the daylight. They could not help but flock closer, or even just stand back and keep themselves turned to her presence. Already she had been at the gala for two hours, but there was no issue. She just kept proving her generosity, admitting she had donated both a dress and a suit of her own making to the charity auction that would begin soon, one of the main attractions of the gala. She skillfully charmed the more snooty of the attendants, and artfully twisted her words so that they felt compelled to donate more money that they truly had no use for. Later, they would remember their donation and wonder what compelled it, but come up with no satisfying answer.

And yet she was entirely unaware of her more silent audience, who stood back and observed. Truth be told, every one of them was glad to not be the center of that attention for a change, to have room to breathe for so long at an event where usually that commodity was so scarce that it demanded a fierce competition for. Compared to her garden of color, they were all shadows in shades of blacks and blues and whites, with a touch of red here and there that was entirely too thematic for their home city. The one who sported a royal blue suit tilted his head at the scene they were all calmly witnessing, his bright azure eyes glittering.

“She’s like magic,” he mused, clearly enchanted despite having not said a single word to the woman. “Perfect socialite. She’s kind, generous, she made that dress and the ones she donated to the auction herself so she’s obviously got an intimidating amount of skill for her age. She even tricks those old fuddy-duddies into spending money. It’s like a dream come true!”

“I don't trust it,” the one to his right said, a man just a few inches shorter in a classic black suit with a red dress shirt underneath. He absently swept his bangs away from his face as he narrowed his eyes at the woman. “It seems too perfect. She doesn’t have any identifiable character flaw, except maybe being a little clumsy and too energetic. She does babble a little… but nothing that actually suggests any depth besides her just being— good. That’s impossible, and I don’t trust it.”

“Tt. I agree with Drake for once. She seems entirely too comfortable with this setting, despite her blushes and rambles,” the one who spoke this like was taller, clearly a teen in the middle of his growth spurt. He, too, wore a plain black suit but his had subtle charcoal embroidery and he wore an emerald-green dress shirt under it that made his matching eyes gleam dangerously. “It seems almost playacted. Expertly so, but nonetheless not entirely genuine.”

“Wow, not many pick up on that. I’m gonna give your observations a solid eight out of ten. They’re all perfectly sound, but not quite complete,” a new voice made all of the silent group stiffen— somehow they had been snuck up on. The newcomer smirked at them as if having fully expected their reaction but still being pleased at being able to evoke it. This was yet another stunner; far too much color in her outfit to be a Gotham native, and far too much skill in the construction for it to signify anything less than extreme influence. She had bright golden-blond hair that was coiled into a low bun, with her bangs artfully curled and arranged to display her crystal blue eyes.

In contrast to the garden-themed dress of the Eurasian woman who had garnered their attention at first, this newcomer was wearing a pantsuit. It was all in a dark honey-gold, in a stiff fabric with construction that made it lay entirely in perfect, straight lines and hug her form in the right places. Black embroidery decorated the long, flared sleeves and pant legs and dripped around the square neckline like a faux necklace. A cape made out of the same material as the rest of the pantsuit was draped on one shoulder. It started out as the same honey-gold color, but it became a gradient as it faded to a solid black at the ends. Gold thread embroidery decorated the solid black bottom of the cape in delicate, deceptively simplistic swirls. The top half of the pantsuit was clearly inspired by military garb, simultaneously rigidly constructed yet fitted, with circular onyx buttons going down the center of the chest and a thick metal belt, all in swirling silver and black, sat perfectly clasped around her waist. It was far more solid-colored and simplistic compared to the fairytale dress in the center, but no less show stopping and luxurious. It simply showcased an entirely different attitude, almost as if the two women could never get along if their personalities matched their outfits.

“And who are you?” The man who had been the center of the group of shadow-like adults spoke up, back straightening to milk every speck of his generous six-feet-and-three-inches of height. This was none other than Bruce Wayne, the host of this annual charity gala. And normally, his current stance would either intimidate or utterly charm whoever it was directed at— but not this pantsuit-clad blond warrior. Her smirk merely widened, and her blue eyes took on a slight shade of teal as if trying to mimic the dangerous ocean depths.

“I am Chloe Bourgeois, the daughter of Andre Bourgeois, the mayor of Paris, and Audrey Bourgeois, the Style Queen. It’s nice to meet you again, Monsieur Wayne,” she introduced herself imperiously. “I also happen to be the best friend of the girl you were just staring at.”

Bruce nodded, but had trouble reconciling this clear powerhouse of a woman with the bratty and entitled preteen he had met years ago, at the last gala she had attended with her mother. “Of course, I didn’t recognize you at first Chloe. You’ve grown a lot since the last Gala I saw you at.”

Chloe wrinkled her nose, clearly not appreciating the reminder. “I was a bitch,” she admitted easily, seemingly not at all bothered by the confession. It caused not only Bruce but also the oldest three of his sons, who had all also met her in the past, to blink in silent shock. “Things have changed. Paris is apparently the perfect chaotic environment right now to promote emotional growth and smack spoiled kids over the head with reality,” she shrugged. Part of the reason her and her whole class had even been able to come to the Gala in the first place was the fact that Bruce wanted to offer the most attacked group of Parisians a respite and some support from their crazy lives. The fact that even Gotham seemed sane in comparison to Paris was a bit of a hard hit for both involved parties, but in the end everyone understood that “more sane” didn’t always equate with “less dangerous.” Considering all that, Chloe had no reason to sugarcoat the situation in her home city. “But it wasn’t easy at all, and Marinette was largely responsible for my improvement too.”

“Marinette?” The heathen who somehow got away with attending a gala in a black leather jacket over a dress shirt and suit pants asked, raising a brow. Chloe nodded.

“The girl you were just goggling at. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the class president and resident workaholic. Does she ever sleep? Nobody knows,” Chloe shrugged.

The blue-suited man, Dick Grayson, shot a suspicious glance at Tim, who was standing to his right, as if he was worried his brother had made a female clone of himself just so he could continue to work hard and never rest. Tim ignored him and sipped from the thermos of coffee he had somehow snuck in.

Bruce cleared his throat to bring the focus back onto himself, and shot his most charming smile at Chloe. “They would have known who she was, if they had read the brief information I gave them about your class. But they never do listen to me,” he complained with good humor. “But back to the original topic, Miss Bourgeois, do you care to correct us on how our observations are lacking?”

Chloe laughed easily, smiling and nodding to indicate Marinette, still stuck in a circle of socialites and not seeming the least bit worn out.

“Of course. First; She is not completely acting. She really is like magic sometimes— disgustingly kind, generous, far too willing to help just about anyone for just about any reason. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever met, as much as it pains me to admit it. But she is exaggerating her personality a bit and hiding the parts she doesn’t want anyone to see, so there is a little acting involved. Just not as much as you seem to think,” Chloe then waved her arm in a flourish as if she were presenting Marinette to them. “In short; behold Mari Dupain-Cheng, the ridiculously likeable, disgustingly cute, extremely philanthropic mask that she shows everyone at public events like this. You don’t see any of the insomnia, or the anxiety, or the self doubt. Just the parts she wants you to see, accompanied with a smile to blind you to everything else,” her all-too-deep blue eyes settled back on Bruce then, a knowing glint shining in them. “Don’t you think that’s ridiculously similar to Brucie Wayne for you, Monsieur? Utterly, ridiculously, similar?”

Bruce grit his teeth. He hadn’t expected anyone else to know about his exceptionally well hidden secret, not even his kids had caught on or found his buried evidence yet. Yet his heiress comes up, nearly flaunting her knowledge in his face with all too many unspoken questions and criticisms.

And her cryptic words had succeeded in making all of his kids look at him with extreme suspicion. Shit.

“What are you saying, Miss Bourgeois?” he cautiously prodded. She hummed noncommittally before dropping the bomb all too casually;

“I’m saying I’ve seen her adoption papers, and you won’t be able to run from her for long Monsieur Wayne. As soon as she gets an opening, she’s going to pounce,” Chloe’s eyes glittered dangerously again. “And nowadays, Marinette doesn’t ever let people escape her. Your problem with adoption has created a rather unique problem, you know. You’re at fault for a large majority of her self confidence issues, and I want you to know that I am not going to forget or forgive that anytime soon.”

“Bruce,” Jason’s voice was dark and threatening. “What is she talking about?”

“Something we don’t want getting in the tabloids,” Yet another new voice popped up, allowing Chloe to smugly sink back into the background.

Somewhere during their discussion, Marinette had ambushed them.

“Chloe and I are very good at locating all the reporters in a room and distracting them, but we’re not infallible and this event has far too much coverage,” Her smile reeked confidence and charm, but this close all the Waynes could see the doubt hiding in her bluebell eyes. “Since I’m about to turn eighteen, I figured this would be as good a time as any to finally confront you. I want to make it clear that I seek nothing from you, except the occasional contact. I would like to keep in touch, if nothing else. But if you are adverse to that… then at least answer my questions after the gala,” her eyes developed a hint of carefully controlled desperation. “Please.”

Bruce met her eyes evenly, trying to read her. But she was difficult, simultaneously too many emotions to sort through in her demeanor and much too little. After an extremely tense moment of silence, his voice came out barely above a whisper:

“You do not want anybody to know?”

And hell, if she didn’t recognize the hidden vulnerability in his voice as the very same she heard in her own far too often. In a much tamer version of her own rambling, he went on:

“I can keep it silent if that is what you want. But I want you to know that I will not be adverse to you admitting it anywhere. I don’t expect you to change your name, but I would not be ashamed of the truth getting out. I am not ashamed of it, of you.”

Marinette’s smile grew a little watery. She had to clear her throat to keep herself from tearing up. “Maybe eventually, but not yet. I… I want to stay a little more anonymous for now. It’s one thing to be a well known designer with good connections. It’s an entirely different thing to be…”

“A Wayne?” Bruce finished, ignoring the daggers that were being stared into his back. “I understand completely.

“Father,” Damian’s voice was all sharp edges and rapidly suppressed panic. “What. Is going. On?”

Marinette shot him an apologetic smile. “Apparently, eighteen years ago, his prerogative was to put the child he actually knew about up for adoption when the mother died in childbirth,” her voice was once again only barely loud enough for them to hear, since she didn’t want any eavesdroppers. “Imagine my surprise when I find out he completely flipped sides only months later.”

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Under the Weather

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Sickness. 

Word Count: 1,518

“I just hate that you’re feeling bad.”

Harry felt bad. Correction: Harry felt terrible. He watched as you crawled into your bed with sunken eyes and a nasty sounding cough. He wouldn’t ever say this out loud, but you didn’t look so good at all. It was all his fault that you were sick, and he wouldn’t let himself forget it anytime soon.

He had just recovered from possibly the worst case of the flu that he had ever fallen ill with. It had knocked him on his ass for a week due to the fatigue, coughing, fever, and body aches. Pomfrey had done all she could to try to make him comfortable enough, but the strain was just a bit more than her remedies could fix this time around. He was stuck in bed with nothing to do but roll around in his sickness and complain about how bad he felt. 

In the end, Harry was able to recover swiftly and without any real problems. Before too long, he was as good as new thanks to your help. You had taken extra good care of him by keeping him cool from the fever but warm from the chills. You made sure he was eating, even if it was just chicken and soup everyday. You made sure he was hydrated and getting plenty of rest to ensure his recovery...which also included lots of snuggles and kisses.

It turned out that those snuggles and kisses were rather sickly ones, and about the time that Harry was fully feeling better, you had begun to feel crummy. Harry actually noticed it before you did. It was extremely rare for you to sleep later than him. You almost always were up and going before him, but on particular Friday morning, you were still knocked out when he woke up. Not only that, you were unusually warm and ill looking. He had pressed the back of his hand to your head, feeling a pit of guilt when he realized that you definitely were running a fever.

He had woken you up, feeling even worse when you began to cough. He had practically jumped out of your bed, wrapping you up and doing whatever he could to make you comfortable. You had all the same symptoms that he did, and you were guaranteed to be in for a long week. He had insisted that he take another week off from classes to watch over you, but he was already a week behind, and there was no chance that you were letting him fall back more on your account.

He went through all of his classes in a haze of worry. He knew that he had undoubtedly gotten you sick. There was no way that you could’ve gotten it from anyone else. He didn’t even stop in the common room after his classes, going straight back to your dorm where he had left you. When he did walk into your room, you were standing at your trunk, looking weak and drained. You would’ve thought that you had tried to mouth off to Professor Snape by the way Harry reacted.

“What are you doing?!” He shrieked, closing your door and rushing to you.

You threw your hands up in defense, sniffling more drainage out of your nasal passageway.

“What? I’m getting changed. I was in the same pajamas from last night and I felt gross,” You explained with a congested tone, not seeing the big deal, “I’m fine, Harry.”

He ruffled your hair when he noticed it was damp. His face fell into even more horror.

“Did you shower?” He asked as if it were a crime.

“Uh, yes?” You replied nonchalantly.

“But you’re sick! You could’ve...I don’t know! You could’ve fainted or sneezed so hard that you fell or-”

“Harry, I’m not dying. It’s just the flu.” You argued, giggling at his dramatic act.

That sealed the deal. He was dedicating his entire weekend to make sure you were at least on the road to recovery by Monday if you weren’t going to “take care” of yourself.

“Get in bed, you mad woman! What are you doing up?!” He shrilled again, ushering you to your bed again.

That was when you returned to bed to put HIM at ease, looking and sounding just plain awful. That was also when he REALLY started to feel guilty for your current state. He rushed around the room, setting things up the way you had in his when he had been sick. He layered blankets onto your bed, turned on some soft music, made sure the windows were closed to make sure you didn’t catch a cold draft. The only difference was that you had spoken to him in sweet, calm tones. Harry was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

“Are you warm enough, my love?” Harry asked, adding yet another blanket on top of you, rushing to your desk on the other side of the room.

“Yes, Harry. I told you that I’m fin-”

“Do you want a book? Or maybe I can sneak into the kitchen and bring you a snack?” Harry rattled off, barely letting you get a word in.

“No, angel. I don’t want-”

“I promise I don’t mind! The castle is pretty quiet this time of night and Filch is easy to sneak around and-”

“Harry!” You finally croaked out through your already hoarse voice, “I don’t need anything. I’m fine.” 

Harry’s demeanor softened. His shoulders relaxed and his breathing slowed. He was getting himself worked up over nothing, and panicking wasn’t going to solve anything at all.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” He said, sitting on the edge of your bed, “I just hate that you’re feeling bad.”

You shrugged under the pile of covers, giving him a feeble grin. 

“I’m okay. I don’t feel that bad. Just a little under the weather I guess.” You brushed it off.

Harry smiled softly with an even gentler laugh. You certainly didn’t look “a little under the weather”. He had been much more difficult when he was sick. He kicked the sheets off of his body and complained that it was too hot, and then hissed that it was too cold each time he got a new chill. He whined when he had to keep changing clothes because the sweating from his fever dampened his pajamas. You, on the other hand, were perfectly content, even in your ill state. 

“If you say so. Can I squeeze in with you, darling?” He queried, wanting to hold you close in your bed.

“I don’t want you to get sick again. You’re already behind.” You shook your head.

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you, my pretty girl.” Harry bantered.

He knew you hated missing school, and you were sure to miss at least a week. The thought of you having to spend the next several days cooped up in your dorm made him feel awful. Worst of all, you weren’t your normal, healthy self and it was all because of him. He wanted you to be happy and at your best at all times, because seeing you happy made him happy. 

“[Y/N], baby, I’m sorry I got you sick. I shouldn’t have let you get so close to me and love up on me. If I had known it was so contagious I would’ve taken care of myself.” Harry apologized, his eyes lowering, finding your hand under all the sheets and giving it a caring caress. 

“It’s not your fault. I wanted to take care of you. I always want to...love up on you,” You remarked, laughing at his previous choice of wording, “I couldn’t let you be sick and not do anything. I care about you.”

Harry’s eyes found yours again, his lips upturning into a wide smile as he looked at your lovingly.

“You really love me that much, huh?” He questioned, bringing your clammy palm to his lips for a ginger kiss.

“That much and more,” You returned with a smirk, “Now shut up and get in bed with me. I need cuddles.”

Harry leapt up from the side of the bed, rushing to the empty, opposite side.

“Yes ma’am.” He joked, crawling in and pulling you flush to his chest.

He winced at how warm you still were, but he was sure that the fever would subside with time. Harry’s paranoia had subsided almost completely, but he still kept a hand on your back to make sure you were breathing...just in case. He’d cater to your every need to make sure you’d be better soon. You’d be back to normal in no time with Harry Potter as your caretaker.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Harry. I really appreciate it.” You sniffed, beginning to feel drowsy as your body fought off the horrid sickness.

Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead, keeping you safe and comfortable in his arms. It was something he would do until forever ran out...with or without a bad case of the flu.

“I’ll always take care of you. No matter what.”

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