#I was just reading what H had just sent and I hit that weird like button when I was trying to scroll

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all yours

when it came to your safety, onyankopon played zero games. if he felt even the slightest bit of worry he had no problem getting you from wherever you may be. there have been times where you’ve been walked out of parties, stores, and even something as little as a smoke sesh with your girls. if ony felt you were unsafe you were going home no questions asked, and you honestly didn’t have an issue with it. feeling a sense of pride in having a man that cares so deeply for you. that was until tonight…

the two of you were at your friend ivy’s place for her big housewarming party when you were getting weird stares from a couple hating ass bitches. ivy didn’t want her party to be small so she told each person she invited to tell some friends to come as well. which led to this weird ass bitch brielle hearing about the party and deciding to curse everyone with her presence. brielle was an old fling of ony’s that he been cut off like a year ago, but she’s so thick in the head that she still runs her mouth about him to this very day. you, being the classy woman you are, have been ignoring the bitch because it honestly was sad of her to be acting like this, but today she reached her limit.

when you and ony first arrived everything was great. “heyy bitchhhh. so glad y’all could make ittt.” ivy screamed as she welcomed you and ony into her new home. ony greeted her with a small “wassup, thank you for havin’ us” before letting you have the floor, walking towards jean and connie to talk. “hey boooo. this place is niceeee you gotta let me spend the night sooon” the two of you talked for awhile before she let you go to get a drink from the kitchen. as you filled your red solo cup halfway with casamigos you noticed some girls approaching where your boyfriend and his friends were. before being able to move, you were stopped by sasha, mikasa and.

sasha was the first to talk. “you peep that shit right?” she said, nodding her head towards the girls. you knew if one of your friends was going to say something about what was going on it would be sasha. mikasa was on the quieter side, but best believe when it came to you she didn’t play either. “yea i see em. that bird ass bitch and her lil flock of pigeons tryna play games” the three of you watched as brielle and her little sidekicks were all up in you boyfriend’s faces. brielle being the main one, lightly hitting ony’s chest while she laughed. her red bussdown was flowing behind her as she pushed it over her shoulder, purposely trying to bounce her tiddies as she “fixed” her hair.

being the levelheaded woman you are, you decided against approaching them. knowing that you’d probably knock the bitches head off her shoulders if you went anywhere near her right now. so you pulled out your phone and sent ony a quick and simple text. ony looked at his phone almost immediately, knowing it was you who texted him since he had it on dnd for everyone else.

my wife💐

‘tell that bitch move around or ima drag her outta here omm😐’

as soon as he read the text, ony lifted his head and began searching for you. soon he locked eyes with yours, excusing himself from whatever conversation was going on and making his way to the kitchen. “what’s wrong now?” is this nigga dumb? did he not just see and feel that bitch being weird touching on him? “nun bruh just tell that hoe to keep her distance. that hair look new and i’d hate to have that shit on the floor” as the two of you conversed you couldn’t help but peep ivy and her friends start to mug you and your girls. eventually making their way towards you. before you can even point it out your thoughts were cut off by sasha. “yea i’m finna flip dis hoe. got me all the way fucked up.”

ony watched your friends start to remove their earrings and adjust their clothes, and being the nonconfrontational man that he was he decided it was time for you to go. “go tell ivy we leavin’ and wait f’me in the car ma. i’ll get you a slice of ca-” “nah i’m good right here.” you cut him off, eager to see what this bitch was on. as they approached y’all you see that sasha and mikasa were quick to be at your side, standing face to face with each of brielle’s friends. “you got a problem wit me shawty?” brielle smirked, looking you up and down and taking pride in pissing you off. but your mouth was smart and even though it got you in trouble with your man, there was nothing you couldn’t handle when it came to other people.

“nah but you seem to have a problem that i got the nigga you want” you spit back with a smile. you could see that your comment got under her skin. she was rolling her eyes as she replied. “nah ion got a problem when i know i can have em right back anytime. like last saturday for instance.” this bitch is a liar and you knew it. laughing at loud as both her and your friends looked at you confused. last saturday ony was home the entire day, and you can only remember it so vividly because he had you face down in the mattress for cursing him out over being late to brunch. you also remembered it so vividly because he recorded most of it on your phone. “tuhh bitch please pick a different lie because you know damn well he was with me. now are we gon sit here and chit chat or you tryna take this outside cause ian really with allat talkin’. ”

before the bird could reply, ony stepped in the middle of yall and tried to play the mediator. “y/n. get in the car, now. and brielle, what we had been over for a long ass time now. give that shit up and move on.” you backed down, feeling that no bitch was worth getting into it with your man. you were lowkey tired of being the bigger person, but knew i’d be better this way than just fighting and possibly ruining your friends party. as you made your way around ony, you gave brielle the illest mug ever to let her know that even though you’re leaving, you still ain’t no bitch. it wasn’t even five seconds since you left the kitchen where you can hear the bitch starting up again. “i don’t know why you still dealin’ wit that bitch. don’t you miss me ponpon?” brielle said in a baby like voice.

“nah chill wit that bitch word bro. and you really needa stop running your fuckin’ mouth bout her too cause i may not be here next time to stop her” you smiled while ony shut that bitch down. you knew he was more on the calm side so hearing him raise his voice a little turned you on. “oh please nigga you know damn well her shit nowhere as good as mine. used to have your soul leaving your body and allat. you can act like you don’t miss me but ik that dick think otherwise.” that was it for you. it was in the blink of an eye when you were dragging that bitch outside by her hair. honestly you needed whatever glue she got bc her shit wasn’t moving an inch. as you pulled her down the steps of ivy’s porch, you felt ony trying to grab at your wrists.

“mama let her hair go right now.” he yelled. you whip your head to the side, face to face with your man as he stared at you with a warning in his eyes. your fingers instantly straightened before brielle dropped to the ground. the stare this man was giving you made your heart start pumping rapidly. through his eyes you could tell that he was saying “don’t test me”, and you had no intention of finding out what would happen if you did. it was almost instantly when ony grabbed the top of your arm, quickly walking you to his car. most of the people were already outside, migrating there as they watched you drag brielle from the kitchen to the porch. ony opened your door and you sat down, ready to leave this whole day behind already. before you could close the door you heard brielle yapping again.

“fuck you bitch you can have the nigga. ain’t nun but a piece of dick anywayssss.” you hopped out the car and sprinted towards brielle with a quickness. as she seen you approaching she tried to square up but her hands were trash. punches were flying from everywhere, connecting right to her face every time. you honestly didn’t really care too much about what she said about you, but when it came to your boyfriend there was a line to be crossed. and she stomped right over it. “keep. my. man. name. out. your. fuckin’. mouth. bitch.” she was now laid on the floor with her arms shielding her bleeding face while you continued to throw blows her way. sasha seen her friends inching up about to jump in and shut it down immediately. “if you move anotha inch ima start swinging too. we don’t do nun of that jumping shit so i wish you would try so i can fuck you up right here.”

her friends looked at each other before back up completely, not wanting any problemsm. before long you felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground and away from brielle. you were thrown into the backseat of ony’s car before he turned the child lock on, not being able to trust you to not open the door and attack again. he made his way to the front seat and threw a handful of tissue towards you from the glove compartment. the two of you were driving home in complete silence as you wiped your hands clean. usually your man would be lecturing you right now, but there was a calmness to him that frightened you. “umm…are you mad at me?”

he ignored you, asking his own question instead. “why do you get so jealous?” he mumbled, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. you rolled your eyes, acting as if what he was saying was the most ridiculous thing in the world when in actuality, he was right. you knew that ony and brielle been done way before you even came in the picture, but the thought of him even being with her made you feel a way. ony knew you very well and he could tell how you were feeling regardless of what you did or said.

“mama how many times i gotta tell you i’m only yours huh? why can’t you just trust me?” his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he kept replaying the nights events over and over again in his head. “how you expect me to trust you when you okay wit letting bitches be in your face? bitches you used to fuck!” you yelled, holding back tears as you moved your gaze out the window. ony opened his mouth to speak, but decided against going back and forth with you any longer. “we’ll fix this at my crib. not finna argue wit you in the car”

when the two of you made it to his apartment, ony wasted no time, leading you to his room before sitting you down on his lap. “so why you don’t trust me?” he asked, his handing running all over your back as he awaited your reply. you looked at the ground tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried your hardest to keep your voice from wavering. “i do” ony sucked his teeth at your words, lightly grabbing your chin and facing you towards him so you could see the knowing look he was giving you. “don’t lie mama, you said it in the car. why don’t you trust me?” the tears you’ve been fighting finally broke free as you quickly covered your eyes and sobbed into his lap. “i-it’s not you pa. i-i was just a little jealous b’cause you were letting her….her-” your cries took most of your breath from you, making you have to stop in the middle of your sentence so you can take a breath. “sh sh sh i get it baby. how you want me t’fix it huh?”you shrugged your shoulders at his question, not having an idea on how he could make this horrible night any better. “a-any way you can”

a soft smile made its way to ony’s face as he lightly pushed you down on your back. he removed your bottoms before slowly getting on his knees. “this way okay?” he asked, chuckling at how you eagerly nodded your head as an answer. it wasn’t long before ony had you a blabbering mess, his fingers digging into you slowly as he took in each of you pretty face expressions. “say it again baby” your back was arched off the bed as you repeated the words ony planned to have to chanting all night. “y-you’re all mine shitt” your moans made his dick grow stiff in his pants as ony looked at the sight of your glistening wet pussy. he quickly pulled his fingers out, laying his tongue flat on your clit before eating you out sloppily.

the feeling of his skilled tongue made you scream as you pushed and pulled on his head. “again” he mumbled into your pussy, too addicted to fully take his mouth away as he looked up at your pretty face. “all mine daddy a-all mine” ony sucked softly on your clit, letting his tongue run all over it in his mouth to quickly grab an orgasm out of you. his tactic worked, making him smile as he felt your juices begin to rush out of you and wet his chin. “good girl mama”

ony stood up in front of you, taking in the sight of your post orgasmic glow as he rubbed himself through his sweatpants. the sight of his bulge made you whine in want as you slowly leaned up to free him from his pants. ony quickly grabbed your hand, giving you a soft expression before lightly pushing flat onto the bed. “s’not about me right now mama. let me do this for you ‘kay?” you nodded your head at his words, making ony give you a like tap on your thigh to make you jump. “lemme hear your voice” at the sound of the small “yes” you gave him, ony slowly freed his dick from the confines of his sweats before lining it up with your tight entrance. “say it again”

“you’re all m-….ohmygoddd” the feeling of his thick dick sinking into your walls made a pretty cry fall from your lips. your back arching off the bed as your hand quickly flew to his wrists. ony didn’t let up, his pace slow, but his thrusts deep as he dug into you with love. “yea m’all yours mama. who dick is it?” your eyes were already at the back of your skull. small whimpers falling from your lips as you tried your hardest not to let your mind drift off into the clouds. “s’m….s’mine daddy” your words were slurred as you felt his dick begin to kiss your cervix in a way that made you want to scream. “ooouuu fuckkk”

ony’s pace began to quicken. the force of his quicker thrusts making your body begin to jerk a little on the sheets. he slowly pulled up your shirt, freeing your perky breasts before leaning down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. the feeling of his wet tongue on the sensitive bud making you grow wetter as you caressed the back of his head. you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. letting your man prove to you how much he loves and cares about you through making sweet love to your body. ony released your nipple with a small pop before moving up to your neck.

the dark purple marks were already beginning to form in both of the areas as he slowly moved his lips to your ear. “say it again f’me mama. don’t want you t’forget” as ony waited for your reply, he leaned up from your body, staring down at you lovingly before pulling out of you completely. you matched his gaze, your brown eyes big and watery as you told him the words he longed to hear. “you’re mine” with that ony flipped you onto your stomach, quickly thrusting back into you before fucking you at a fast pace. his dick kissed all the right places in you as you cried out into the air. “oh…oh my goddd daddy right there!” ony smirked as you continued to moan for him. he just started and you were already ready to make a mess all over the sheets. the sloppy sounds of his dick stroking your pussy ringing through the air as proof.

“s’too soon, need you t’hold it f’me ma. can you do that?” you quickly nodded your head, earning you a hard snap of his hips that made you yelp in pleasurable pain. “what i tell you before? talk t’me baby” he was pounding you into the sheets now, your back arched to perfection as ony kept a hand on your back and another at the top of your ass. “i….i can hold it daddy” a smile spread into ony’s brown features as he listened to your whiny voice. your pussy fluttering as you felt his thumb rub over your tight hole. “you want me to?” he asked, chuckling at how quickly you whined out a “yes daddy….please”. ony moved his hand before letting his spit drip from his mouth to your ass.

lightly rubbing his spit outside the brown hole before he lightly fed it the tip of his thumb. you moaned at the sensation, throwing yourself back on him to get more if his dick along with poking your ass out more. “greedy thing” he groaned before fully sheathing his tumb inside of you. the sight made his dick twitch as ony began to fuck you harder and faster. occasionally stroking your puckering hole with his thumb to keep you on edge.

“you trust me now baby?” he breathed, the sight and sound of your pretty moans and even prettier body making it hard for him not to want to shoot his load deep inside of you. “y-yes daddy….with my life”

“you gon cut out the jealousy shit?” ony began to pound into you, using his free hand to push your arch down deeper as he quickly fucked the both of you closer to your orgasms. “mmm..mhm n-no more” the feeling of his long dick repeatedly hitting your g spot made your legs shake under you as you began to soak the sheets under you with drool. “say it one more time for me beautiful and we gon cum together” tears fell from your eyes at the rush of emotions flowing through your body right now. the feeling of love and trust being the most powerful as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“you’re all mine”

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The Hotel

Charlie Morningstar x GN!Reader

HORROR.

TW: THIS IS A HORROR STORY- IT HAS DARK THEMES. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, DO NOT READ IT. Uncanny Valley effect, there is no good ending, Lost media kinda deal. Body horror.

A/N: I’ve been watching too much lost media/analog horror type of stuff for my own good.  ENJOY~

You are an Urban Explorer who has a very popular channel. You got word of this old Hotel that’s supposedly haunted but you're more interested in how it looks on the inside. Turns out to be your final resting place.

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You pulled to a stop in the wooded area near the desolate town, quickly turning your vans lights off and pulling the keys out of the ignition as a police car slowly drove by as you snuck into the back of the van pulling your bag closer and making sure that you had everything. Strapping the small hidden camera to your chest before pulling out your phone and starting the livestream, your viewers slowly start to trickle in as you patiently wait for the cops to stop roaming around where your car is, too afraid to say something. But you slowly take a deep breath and collect your things, trying to make sure if you needed to run or climb over anything nothing would be holding you down.

Slowly pulling the duffle bag over your shoulder, you checked your phone once more before quickly turning off any sound notifications that could get you caught and sent one last text to your roommate and dad, before putting it away and into your pocket as you carefully left the comfort of your own vehicle. You locked and closed your van before slowly and carefully making your way towards the silent town, weaving through alleyways as you dodge the police and making your way towards the brightly lit hotel that sat on top of the hill. “..sorry for not talking to you guys, I don’t want to be caught” You whispered out as you quickly walked up the hill, trying to stay away from the bright lights of the path leading towards the hotel itself. You’ll check your phone once you get inside.

As you get to the front door of the hotel, you send a glance back towards the city to see the cops still patrolling the town, it wasn’t worth going back down, you were so close to what you’ve been dreaming about for months…but..you never knew about this place…why did you dream about it? You slowly opened the door expecting to be greeted by ruined furniture, walls lined with graffiti, broken things strewn around and nature reclaiming what was left of this hotel but..it looked brand new…well except for the tech stuff that looked like it came out of a 1980’s catalog…this was weird. First the townspeople were basically hostile towards you and when you asked about the hotel they shut down, some even pulling a weapon on you. 

You closed the door behind you, fixing your jacket as you took a step forward the scent of a freshly smoked cigar hit you as if you walked through a cloud of it. You looked around, stepping further into the hotel to your left was a bar with an assortment of liquor on the wall behind it, to your right was what looked like to be the foyer. 

“Oh! Hello!” A voice called from behind you making you jump and turn around dropping your bag on the floor. You cursed yourself and hoped your equipment wasn’t damaged. “H-Hi..I thought this place was abandoned..” you replied smiling, something felt off about her but you couldn’t seem to figure out what. “Oh no silly!~ Most of them are already asleep in their own rooms or just busy!” A sense of comfort washing over you as jazz starts playing down the hall causing you to look away from her. Unaware of her eyes snapped down to the camera strapped to your chest and her smile grew wider.

“Someone..awake?” You asked, looking back at her and crouching down to grab your duffel bag. “Oh yes! That would be the hotelier, he likes to listen to jazz as he works. It won’t bother you will it?” She asked and you shook your head watching as she looked around, “give me one moment okay?” She asked turning to head into an office…was that always there? You looked down and quickly checked your phone to see it was 3:30 am?? It just turned 12:00 when you left your Van, that didn’t seem right. Looking up as she walked back over and quickly getting you a room, her smile grew as she handed you the key, “If you need anything else don’t be afraid to call down to the front desk!~” She called after you, smirking as you unknowingly sealed your fate.

You looked down at the key, the room number '204' staring back at you. It wouldn’t hurt to stay the night, it beats sleeping in your van than anything. Sleeping on a bed will do wonders to your back too! As you went up the stairs, it seemed someone rushed past you with a sweet smelling perfume which made you do a double take..no one walked past you? You stopped and looked around before continuing up the stairs..that was strange.

It didn’t take you long to find your room and get set up for the night, as you looked around it had occurred to you that something about this place felt..off. The spear above your bed was certainly off putting, was it real or fake? You placed your bag down onto the bed, opening it up fast to make sure you didn’t break anything.

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It’s been days since you’ve been at this hotel, at first you thought you were there for that single night but you haven’t. The footsteps got louder but now it was someone knocking on your door and a pile of dead bugs littered at your door. You started the camera that sat patiently on the desk in front of your bed, the red light on it slowly flashed as it began to record. A sinking feeling sat in the pit of your stomach as you stared back at yourself in the mirror..when did you become so sickly looking? Quickly you packed up, shook your head and grabbed the key to your room, “Just in case,” you whispered out “Just in case.”

You slowly made your way to the door ignoring the literal mountain of bugs next to your bathroom door. You slowly opened your bedroom door and peeked out seeing..no one. No one was around yet there was a distinct smell of that perfume that lingered way too long on the staircase. Another difference was that the lights were off and the wallpaper started to peel like the hotel was left abandoned for decades. A soft and distorted tune started to echo around the empty hotel, you moved to the railing of the gigantic staircase and slowly made your way down throwing the bag over your shoulder as you tried to ignore the creepy distorted music and creaking stairs.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs you slowly and carefully started to walk towards the front desk placing the room key on its surface before moving towards the front doors themself.  Your hand wrapped around the golden door handles as you moved to open the doors..but they wouldn’t budge. How were they locked, you couldn’t be locked in here without anyone knowing. 

“Leaving so soon?” A distorted voice called out as you slowly turned around, facing the woman you met a few nights ago. But something was wrong, her face looked..too human- too unnatural. “Oh uh..yeah..I have to go.” You said trying to ignore how suddenly it felt like there were a million eyes on you, your breath hitched in your throat as the lady's bones snapped and reformed into longer limbs and horns protruded from her head. “Why don’t you stay just a little bit longer?” she asked but her mouth didn’t move as if someone was pulling the strings..giving her a voice to use. You looked around her, trying to see if there was a way to get past her and back to your room safely. 

You shook your head watching the hotel fall into disrepair in front of your very eyes. You took one last deep breath before throwing yourself into a sprint down the hallway and up the flight of stairs, a loud inhuman roar echoed through the hotel as you tried to open one of the many emergency exits. It was locked just like the front door, you silently cursed to yourself and made your way to the staircase to go higher up. Your legs and lungs started to burn as the once comforting smell of the perfume turned sour as something ran into your legs knocking you face first into the flight of stairs.

A sickening crack echoed through your head, you grabbed your camera and climbed up the steps as blood coated your tongue and dripped onto the old mold covered shag carpets. Throwing the bag down you forced yourself to keep running up the million flights of stairs this fucked up hotel had. You couldn’t look back and you couldn’t stop, if you stopped you would die. She knew where you were and she wouldn’t stop until she got you.

You slammed onto the fire exit door at the top of the stairs..once..twice..she was getting closer. That foul lingering smell wafted through your broken nose and it made you gag loudly as you looked down to see her staring back at you. Body visibly mutilated as her sunken eyes glared up at you, drool dripping from her maw. You slammed into the door and fell onto the roof as she stalked closer and closer to you- her prey. You scrambled to get up but stopped to see a large red pentagram that outlined the city.

You didn’t stare for long as long black claws wrapped around your ankle, digging into flesh and shattering bone as it dragged you back into the hotel. Your chin hit the ground as you tried to claw and beg whatever god was there to help you. The camera you were holding shattering upon impact as the door slammed shut behind you and your screams were forever silenced.

A/N: SORRY IF THIS FEELS RUSHED- I kinda did rush it cause I wanted to get this out to you lovely people. But I hope you enjoyed it and Happy Pride month!~

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Chapter 12—Mastermind (MOTA Fic)

A/N: The moment you've waited for has arrived....so sit back, enjoy, and let me know what you think! Reminder that my requests for this fic are open and I want to know what YOU WANT to see :) So please let me know! Thank you!

Abe hadn’t liked basic training all that much.  He hadn’t ever been scared though.  He had never been afraid of the dark—though he did hate thunderstorms.  He just simply didn’t scare easy.  But standing in front of Robert Rosenthal—someone who very much knew that he did not belong here and was not old enough to be here—oh he was scared and very very doomed.

But Robby’s stern demeanor lifted ever so slightly as he gave a tight smile to the other guys.  “Abe, buddy it’s been a while.  Couple years, hasn’t it been?” 

“Uh yeah!” Abe answered, a little too quickly for Robby’s taste.  “Great to see you too, who are your other friends—” 

“Oh you two already know each other?” Nash asked, a grin bubbling onto his face as he looked between Rosie and Abe. 

“Grew up down the hall from each other,” Rosie said with a grin. 

“No way!” Nash exclaimed.  “The odds of that are so small!  I guess war does have a weird way of bringing people together.  Well, Abe—this here is Pappy and this over here is Speitz!” 

“Great to meet you, I gotta get going.  Probably have an inspection or something—” Abe started, going to take a step in the other direction.  

“Oh, no, no, no—we should take a walk and catch up!  In fact, I think I insist!  After all, you’re like a kid brother to me!” Robby said jovially. 

Abe could only bear the grin painfully on his face as Rosie’s iron grip settled on his shoulders.  “Yeah, great!” 

Yeah, just great.  Figures, he runs away from home to join the military and he gets sent to the one base in the world where Robert Rosenthal is assigned—and that guy was just too good of a guy to just let Abe live his life and make his own mistakes.  Yeah, he was definitely going home and his life was officially over.  

As soon as the duo was out of earshot, Rosie just looked at Abe with a flabbergasted expression.  “What the hell were you thinking?” he asked, nearly shoving at the kid in worry.  “You’re not 18!” 

“Keep it down!” Abe hushed in a panicked tone, glancing around to see if anyone noticed it.  No one seemed to spare the two of them any glances, so that was a minor win. 

“No, I will not!  You’re just a kid!  You shouldn’t be here!” Rosie crossed his arms in a pointed manner. 

“Listen, I want to be here!  Daniel signed up—” 

“Daniel is 18.  You’re—you just barely hit sixteen. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and you think that coming over here is gonna be fun—” 

“No!” Abe exclaimed in a forceful tone.  “I came over here because I was sick of reading the death reports and watching parents hang up flags!  I want to do something about it!” 

Rosie just stared at Abe for a long time, trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do with this kid and what his obligation here was.  And then it absolutely hit him.  There was a solution and it had nearly insulted him earlier.  And her name was Ruth Sharpe and she just so happened to be on the base. 

He let out a deep sigh—and prayed silently that Abe wasn’t going to hate him after he did this.  “Come on.  There’s somewhere we can talk.” 

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Ruth was just in the middle of typing up another report when a knock on the door to her office caught her ears.  Letting out a deep sigh, she curled her fingers over the last of the keys on the typewriter to finish up her word and then leaned back.  “Come in—” 

She had no sooner said the words that Robert Rosenthal came hauling in, holding none other than her brother Abe by the crook of the elbow.  Her brother Abe—who was wearing an identical uniform to Rosie.  Her brother Abe, who had been missing for months now and the family had presumed they wouldn’t be able to find him, even with Ruth searching. 

And now here he was, standing in her office looking like a fish out of water. 

“What are you doing here?!” Both Sharpe siblings blurted at the same time. 

Almost immediately, Abe knew that he was utterly screwed.  Ruth rose so quickly from the chair, Abe thought he was going to get whiplash from watching her.  The last time he had seen her this angry was the potato debacle of 39’ and Sarah had gotten a potato straight to the nose.  He wasn’t eager to have that be repeated. 

She crossed so quickly to him that he was certain he was going to get slapped but then she was flinging her arms around him tightly and letting out a deep breath.  “Oh you stupid, stupid, stupid, little boy!  What the hell are you doing here?!” She demanded, shoving out of the hug and holding tight to his shoulders with a scrutinizing look. 

“I think I oughta—” Rosie started, gesturing at the door. 

“Did I say that you could go?” Ruth demanded, gaze flickering to him.  “As far as I know, you were in on this entire thing—” 

“That’s not true!  I brought him to you, didn’t I—” 

“Oh my God—” Abe burst out, glancing at the two of them in annoyance. “You two are still so bad!” 

“The point is that you ran away and now you’re here!” Ruth hissed.  “I mean, what—” 

“I’m a Navigator, Ruth!” Abe snapped.  The words fell like beating drums against Ruth’s ears and she stumbled backwards, unable to know if she was correctly hearing him.  “And I’m a damn good one!  I don’t want to go home, I want to stay here—” 

But Ruth’s mind was already racing.  Because if she ousted him to Harding, then it would reflect poorly on her and that meant that she would get a reputation for trouble and scandal and that wasn’t what she wanted on her record.  There was also the fact that Abe would likely hate her for the rest of her life if she took him away from the one thing that he wanted and she didn’t particularly like the idea of her most precious baby brother hating her. 

There was also the fact that he would, as siblings tended to do, oust her to their parents.  At which point they would demand that she come home because the boyfriend was entirely fictitious and that meant that she should be focusing on other problems.  

Ugh, this was a damn mess. 

“Okay,” Ruth breathed out. 

Abe’s jaw dropped and Rosie craned his head upwards, as if he was having trouble hearing her.  Rarely, if ever, did Ruth respond so simply or without a fight about anything.  “I’m sorry, did you just say—” Rosie started. 

“No, he has to stay.  If he gets found out, even if one of us turns him in, they’ll assume that the other person is in on it.  And at least if he’s here, he won’t sneak away again and I can keep an eye on him,” Ruth said heavily. 

“How would you—” Abe started in confusion.  

“She’s a JAG-Corp Lieutenant,” Rosie mumbled out.  “Lawyers for the military.” 

“I know what it is!” Abe said in slight annoyance.  “But you said—” His gaze drew back to his eldest sister, the military uniform she was wearing, the lack of a ring on her finger.  “You said you were here for a man?  And I thought you were working on women’s causes?” 

Ruth’s eye twitched ever so slightly and this may have been the only time Robert Rosenthal had ever seen her so annoyed in his entire life.  “Ah yes….about that….I—” Her gaze trailed onto Robby and she knew that she was going to kick herself for this later.  “I’m here because when Robby told me he wanted to be a pilot, I knew that I needed to get sent over to Europe too.  So I got here before him.” 

“You—” 

“That’s not—” Rosie’s jaw dropped but then Ruth was looking at him with what he could only describe as a pleading sort of look.  “I mean—” Damn his sensibilities and desires to not make a woman upset with him.  Especially one that dealt with Court Martials.  “She just didn’t want anyone to know that we’re actually friends now.” 

“Wait!” Abe exclaimed, wide-eyed as he was looking between the two of them.  “You’re friends?” 

Ruth blinked, once, then twice.  “Yes,” she said slowly.  “Clearly.  Why else would he bring you straight to me?  And he already knew that I was here, so obviously we are friends.” 

“Yep,” Rosie’s voice died in his throat along with any common sense. 

“Oh this is great!” Abe exclaimed. “I can’t wait to tell—” 

Immediately, both Ruth and Rosie were frantically shaking their heads at him and telling him that he needed to keep his mouth shut about that.  “I don’t think we need to tell anyone about that.  What we do need to figure out is what the hell we’re doing with you.” 

“I thought that you—” Abe started. 

“No, she’s right,” Rosie let out a deep sigh, leaning against the wall and looking over at Abe.  “You’ve got to keep up appearances.  It won’t take long for everyone to realize that you two are siblings.  Family resemblance and last name—and whatnot,” Rosie added.  

Ruth thought for a moment, biting down on her lip at the thought that was blooming in her mind.  “You said you’re a Navigator?” 

“Well yeah—” Abe answered. 

“Then I’ll talk to Kidd and have you transferred into Rosie’s plane—” 

“Woah, woah, woah—” Rosie’s head snapped up just as quick as she had said those words.  “You can’t just—” 

“If I were a pilot and Daniel showed up here, I would want him in my plane,” Ruth said in slight defeat.  “And I hate to say it….but you are the only person or pilot in all of Europe that I’d trust my brother’s life with.” 

Rosie blinked at the words.  There was no backhanded compliment there, no biting tone that usually accompanied Ruth’s words.  This was an older sister asking him to take her brother and protect him.  Because she couldn’t be up there herself.  And as an oldest sibling, he understood that desire to protect his younger siblings on a deep and personal level.  

“Okay,” Rosie mumbled out, barely able to make sense of the turn in conversation. 

“And that way, you can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t—you know, oust himself as a sixteen year old High School dropout,” Ruth said, gaze turning back onto her younger brother.  

“Ruth—” Abe started. 

Ruth let out a sigh and took a step forward, placing a hand on her brother’s cheek.  “You are such a troublemaker.  You know you have everyone worried sick about you?” 

“I didn’t mean to make you all worry.” 

“It’s my job to worry, you little shit,” Ruth said, giving him a small smile.  “At least now that you’re here, I can…keep an eye on you too.” 

“You won’t be able to protect me up there, though,” Abe said in a small voice of realization. 

Ruth just grimaced, then glanced at Rosie. “Why do you think I want you in his plane?  Now you look tired and you clearly need something to eat.  Get to the mess hall.  Rosie can take you.” 

Rosie didn’t even really want to argue with her at this point.  “Afterwards—” 

“You and I will have to have a talk,” Ruth agreed, suddenly feeling very tired.  “But later.” Just as Rosie was about to escort Abe out of the room, Ruth caught onto Rosie’s arm.  “Thank you,” she murmured in a quiet voice. 

He couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his features.  It was the first time she had ever thanked him.  And she seemed very genuine.

[jr-acrux101]

Rebirth : Ch. 10 - TRUTH

Word count:2.1k

Summary: Some truths are finally out.

'Calm down. Calm down.' Before the man had his wind pipes completely crushed, Aurora touched Jasper's hand.

"Jasper, calm down. You need to calm down, please." His anger slowly started to vanish. The man was dropped, gasping for breath, and the man on the floor was let go. The previous group of men before scattered.

With steady breaths, she gingerly touched his back, "Please, Jasper, calm down." With his anger and bloodthirst leaving him, he let Aurora continue to touch him.

He turned to face her and looked into her eyes, a weird calmness before him. She gave a smile, and warmth was radiating off of her.

The silence was broken by Aurora, "Feel better?"

Jasper nodded, not being able to open his mouth, fearing his blood lust for Aurora would go out of control. Aurora felt her phone buzz from her mom and Bella.

She texted her mom that they stopped by a bookstore before eating, which they were about to do, and how they also ran into Jasper and Edward. And, to Bella that she was alright and would head to the restaurant.

She looked about at Jasper whose eyes were still glowing. "Jasper?"

He gave a hum.

"Let's go to the restaurant, sort some stuff out, yeah?"

Jasper nodded and followed her. He should be feeling this undescrible blood lust, and it was there in shadows, but it was at bay with Aurora. He was worried it would come out at any moment with her. They arrived and saw Bella and Edward waiting by the car. As they met, Jessica and Angela came out. They claimed to have errands to run but winked as they left.

Aurora requested 2 different tables winking at Bella, mouthing, 'Get some.' Bella blushed and flipped her off. Jasper gave a small smile at their interaction, as did Edward, but he wouldn't admit it.

They sat in the booth as Edward and Bella sat a couple booths down. Aurora sent a quick text to her mom that they split up because the girls had to leave quickly to do errands and that her and Bella would be home after finishing eating with Edward and Jasper. Amora wasn't thrilled but said okay and to hurry.

"So."

"So..." was Jasper's intelligent reply.

"Want to explain what that was back there?"

"What was what princess?"

"Hmm, don't play dumb Jasper Hale. How was it that you, who was in Forks 15 minutes before that whole... then appeared with inhuman strength, threw a man to the ground and picked him up by the throat, one handed might I add, and then proceeded to crush his bones. Any thoughts on how you did that?"

Jasper threw out a sigh. "Fine."

Aurora raised an expectant eyebrow.

"I have a feeling you might already know though Princess."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I would like to hear it from you, though."

"I am... a .... vampire." He said slowly.

Aurora nodded her head. "Yeah, that still sounds fucking impossible."

He gave another nod, knowing it sounded bizarre.

"Not only that but I can sense and control emotions."

She smirked, " You can sense desire?"

He gave her a wary look and nodded. Right after he was hit with intense desire. His eyes widened and he stared at her incredulously. A few tables down Aurora heard someone choke on water. It clicked. "You can feel and control while let me guess, Edward can read thoughts."

There was no room for debate. "Did you think that just to find out."

"Yes and no, I wanted to see if you were lying and I had the sneaking suspicion that he could because whenever I would insult him in my mind his ears would twitch and every now and then he'd stopped himself from snapping his neck to look at me."

"You're very observant."

"Yes, well, I know. Is that why you kept blowing me off at first?"

He nodded. "Okay what changed your mind?"

"You, Princess. Physically I can't be away from you and mentally neither."

"So is this your way of asking me out? Confess feeling intense... desire to be near me?" Aurora tried to hold in her laughter as she said ‘desire.’

If vampires could flush, he would. Who would've thought. He gave a humorous huff, "Yes, very intense. But you are 16, so at the same time, no."

"Oh that's right you like what, hundreds of years old. This makes you a pervert, and Edward." Jasper felt the embarrassment roll off Edward.

"Well that may be I was also turned at 19, so to the human eye we are 3 years apart."

She nodded her head. "When do you turn your 'original’ age?"

"October. "

"Okay, after 3 months, I'll be 17. It'll be fine." She waved a dismissive hand. He raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Aurora looked at the time and nodded to the door. "Let's go, Bella, and I have to be home." They made their way to Edward and Bella, Edward not being able to look her in the eye.

"Let's go Romeo and Juliet."

Edward spoke as he drove. "Carlise wants me to take you to the sheriff department. There's been another attack." As anxiety spoke, Aurora tried to stay calm. She felt bad that Jasper was suffocating these ever so changing emotions. Edward looked at her in the rearview mirror. Their eyes met, and he raised an eyebrow while she gave a small smile.

'You can hear me right?'

He looked away and nodded. 'Did you tell Bella?'

With the slightest ever shake no, Aurora nodded. She grabbed Bellas hand and gave a squeeze of reassurance,' Did you tell her about the mind reading thingy?'

No response. She let go and gave a pay on the thigh. 'Did you tell Bella about the mind reading thing?' He looked back up and gave a slight nod.

They made it to the police station. They met with Carilse, and he gave the rundown of what happened. Bella nodded to the door, and Aurora shook her head no. "I think it'll be better if it was just you Bells. When he comes out, I'll give him my condolences." Bella furrowed her eyebrows but nodded.

Aurora sent a quick text to her mom about what happened. And turned to Edward and Jasper. "You two can head off, I'll wait right here for Mr. Charlie and Bells." Jasper wanted to disagree but Edwards and dragged his brother off.

Bella came out as the stretcher went inside the truck. She had a sudden realization and gave Aurora a look. With a nod of agreement, she went silent. Charlie came out, and he looked haggard. Aurora came up to him and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry for your loss. Bella told me about him, and he sounded like a good man." His eyes watered again. He blinked them back and gave a cough. He returned the hug.

"Thanks kiddo. Let's go, I'm sure your mom is worried about us."

As the girls came inside the house with Charlie, they met with Amora.

"Was this ploy to go out with your boyfriends?" He asked ever so eloquently. Amora squinted at him and turned her attention to the girls.

Aurora's eyes widened. "No I promise. We went to the bookstore where Jasper and Edward were and they gave us a lift to the dinner but the girls had to leave because Jessica still didn't find a dress and she wanted to get one for sure today. We already got ours so we decided to eat." She said holding the bags up.

Amore tilted her head. "Okay, fine. Let me see the dresses now." She rushed over and started to take out the dresses.

"Oh wow these are so pretty. Are you guys excited?"

Aurora nodded while Bella shrugged. Charlie rolled his eyes, 'So much for an interrogation.'

They entered by Jacinda, "Hurry up and come over here, I made horchata and conchas!" Aurora's eyes lit up and they all went to the kitchen. They night was spent talking about Prom, and their maybe dates.

Bella and Charlie were spending less and less time at their house, and more time at the Flores house.

As the girls went up and Jacinda left the room, Charlie was given a hug from behind while he sat on the stoll. "I'm so sorry mi amor. I'm sure he's in a better place now." Charlie choked back the tears and nodded. He turned and returned the hug properly. His head laid on her chest with her running her fingerings through his dark hair.

Aurora was on the floor drawing while Bella sat in the bed reading the book. Neither knowing what to say about the truth that was revealed. Bella glanced over and saw Aurora's drawing, vampire teeth.

"I thought I was going crazy when Edward told me."

Aurora glanced up, "Yeah me too."

"If Edward can read minds what can Jasper do?"

"Manipulate emotions."

Bella raised her eyebrows in shock. "Damn that seems kinda cool to be honest."

"Yeah but it's exhausting though, he said he can also feel everything. Imagine how draining that could be the constant mix of emotions all the time. I would be wrecked."

"You're right, I change my stance. It sounds horrendous."

"Are you..." she was hesitant to ask, "are you afraid of them now?"

Bella pondered before speaking, "I don't think so." Aurora nodded her head. They went back to silence as they thought about their respective love interest before going to sleep.

When morning came, Amora and Jacinda were making French Toast, one of Charlie's favorites. Charlie was already eating, as they stumbled down the stairs half ready. As they ate and the Mexican music filled the room softly, Amora spoke.

"Because of what happened to Billy, we don't want the two of you going off alone anywear. I know you too are practically attached to the hip, which is good for this... unpleasant situation happening but still. We want to be informed wherever you go out where and who you're with, but now with more frequent updates. Even 'still at the store' or 'still with so and so.' Okay?"

The girl nodded understandingly and Bella gave her dad another hug and a squeeze. The rest of the morning was filled with silence till they all left the house, including Jacinda for bingo.

As they got to school and the bell rang, Bella made eye contact with Edward. Aurora looked at Bella who stared back, she shrugged, "Be careful, and text me."

She got a nod in return and was whisked away by Jasper. "Hey there Princess."

She warmed to the nickname. "Hey there cowboy."

"So when am I going to be able to meet your family?"

"You still haven't properly asked me out." She gave a shrug as they sat down. Jasper grinned, teeth poking out.

"Okay Princess, give me till the end of the day."

Aurora gave him a look but turned her attention to class. Her phone dinged.

'Hey sleepy! Just watched Pan's Labyrinth and omg you were right it fucking awesome! Might just take you up on the lotr set

...theyre just so long tho :|'

'He confirmed! He hath confirmed!!!'

Jasper never envisioned himself as the jealous type, but a tinge did stir as Aurora smiled at the phone. She felt his gaze and saw it for the slightest second.

She hid the smile, and whispered, "Embry is still my friend Jaz, plus I think he's moved on to someone else. And Bella was just texting me that Edward confirmed her suspicions." She stuck her tongue out and winked.

Jasper was always amazed by her, she always radiated warmth and content and happiness to him. He loved being around her.

The day passed as Bella and Edward snuck back into school, promising to come together to school tomorrow. Bella was on cloud nine and Aurora was amused by her.

As the last bell rang for art, Alice dragged Aurora to the parking lot. "Alice calm down! I'm going." She said with a slight whiny tone.

As the doors opened, Jasper stood by his car. With flowers, balloons, and a card. She slowly walked to him.

"What's all this ranger?"

He smirked, "Open the card and find out."

She did as instructed.

A poem was inside.

"To my beautiful Aurora

You are just as hypnotizing

As the lights in the sky

The stars, moon, and sun

Pale to your beauty

All I ask for is a lifetime

With you by my side

To aid and love and to hold

Forever."

Aurora gave a small smile whilst teasing Jasper, "This feels more like a proposal Jaz."

He gave a soft and wrapped his arms around her waist gently. "In time little miss."

She blushed at the thought but didn’t respond to that part, "Hmm this card didn't have a question though, to answer that is."

The smile widened, "Miss Aurora Flores, will you go out with me?"

Aurora found herself exuding happiness, she nodded.

Jasper hugged up carefully, watching her arm. Some people looked with awe, some with exasperated eye rolls, others with boredom, but Alice squealed.

"O.M.G. I am so happy for you two!"

She went to the other side and jumped them in a trio hug, Aurora laughed as did Jasper.

Another chapter 🤭

[snobbybastard]

Phillip Graves Angst

i got this idea for a one shot where daddy issues graves survives the tank and he's in the hospital and for days shepherd doesn't visit him and he's left to stew and realize everything he did was for nothing and shepherd never cared about him and he confronts shepherd when he finally visits and shepherd is just like welp you're not useful to me anymore, just another loose end to tie up and then graves starts feeling weird and shepherd is just like teehee I got the nurse to give you too much morphine and graves dies 😝 and um it's literally just angst which I usually don't do I like happy endings but I was feeling evil with the idea

!!not really proof read!!

Warnings: Mentions of violence, OD , Self-hate? , Phillip Redemption ❤️

Wordcount: 2k

Floating. That's the only way he could describe it. Weightless. Like zero Gs, drifting around so calm. Without care in the endless void he found himself in. Is he dead? He has to be.. Right? Phillip doesn't remember what got him here, so peaceful, and he's thankful for it. He doesn't have the strength to resist the promising luxury of rest. A long overdue break from the overworked aching in his veins, the unbearable muscle fatigue, the sleepless nights slowly but surely taking its toll. The images of his soldiers corpses piled up with bright crimson painted beneath them plaguing his mind, eyes sunken and bloodshot. He regretted he couldn't spare them the horror, they were under his orders and he failed them. Guilt had infected every inch of his being. He could've helped, but he didn't. He sent them out there. To die. Like lambs to a slaughter. And he might as well been the butcher.

It stings. His comfortable void had changed into a searing heat, like he was drowning in boiling water. He wanted to go back, to feel the previous serenity. He wasn't able to. He didn't deserve to.

When he finally woke up and opened his eyes the lights overheard blinded him, making him squeeze his eyes shut again. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be. Not with the smothering pain shocking though his system. His limbs were exhausted and he had a splitting headache. It felt like someone had put a bullet in his skull and it was rattling around, hitting against every nerve and causing as much damage as it went along.

Reluctantly Phillip opened his eyes, taking a minute to adjust to the vivid bulbs. His sight was still blurry, he wished he was in any condition to make sense of what transpired, but all he knew was he really fucked up. Things were staring to come into focus. A sterile room with a small window and bland curtain. He was dressed h in normal hospital clothing. It was silent, dead silent. Save for the light breeze outside and the steady beeping of a monitor. The room seemed untouched. Not that he was expecting any visitors. He didn't have any contact with his family nor anyone who would care if they received that unlucky letter in the mail. But what about Sheperd? He was certain the word about him being hospitalised would've gotten around to him by now. And by the looks of it, he didn't even blink an eye. Sure he was only his superior, a busy guy at that, but after all they've been through, everything he risked, he can't just be disposable, he's got to be worth more?

His head felt like a thousand pounds as he looked around, eyes already threatening to shut once again.

How long was he out for?

Phillips limbs were locked, desperate to function. He continued to scrutinize his surroundings. Searching for something he couldn't quite remember. An IV in his arm accompanied with bad bruising and severe burns peeling back on his skin. His fingers curl restlessly at his sides as Phillip tries to use his elbows to prop himself up. He sits up and the shifting of his weight irritates every injury he had obtained, His body yells for him to stop moving. He thinks of yelling himself, but the desire to cry out sits firmly in his thoughts, even if he wanted to his throat is cracked and dry.

He raised his hand instinctively to the scarring on his forearm. He gently traced the indent, wincing slightly at the feather-light touch. The skin was still sensitive after what had happened.

The mattress he was laying on was like a brick, it might've been comfortable at one point but Graves could feel the imprint he had made from laying down so long, being able to feel each and every sore on his back from being bedridden. Phillip is military, so he could sleep on a rusty bed of nails if he had to, but there's still a very noticeable difference between pitched tents in the middle of nowhere and some temporary apartment he rented out. And right now, he'd do anything to be back in the warm embrace of his home.

A few days blew by, only in the company of passing nurses who tried their best to make their visits as quick as possible. As much as Graves would hate to admit it, he was lonely. He missed the Shadows. His boys. His family. And given all that time alone, Phillip was left with his thoughts. The same ones he tries his best to get away from.

--

It mostly revolved around the Shadow Company. Usually if there was a mishap and some tragedy happened he'd always make sure his boys got the best treatment he could manage, and if they didn't make it, he'd inform their families as soon as possible and help them as much as possible while grieving. But recently, with all the deaths, all those lives.. nobody could have kept track. Now those families couldn't get the closure they needed, only able to go off some stupid information that they're MIA, giving them a sliver of hope, false hope. Or if they found a body- or what was left of one, KIA.

They deserved more than him.

He wasn't a leader-, he wasn't brave.

He was foolish.., gullible and reckless.

He put his trust blindly in someone who would send all of the Shadows in a building engulfed in flames without a second thought. Someone who would berate his men on the daily. Toss their lives around for fun. How could he have been so stupid?

He thought he could keep his guard down- if only for a moment, just because he felt as if Sheperd had good intentions.

Sheperd didn't care about him, not in the slightest. He treated Graves like shit, and he tolerated it. Pushed him away like a new pet desperate for attention.

But he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the need to make up for losing the missiles, especially since it was someone he was loyal to.

His mind would also wander to the things he had done.

He tried to make himself believe he was pressured into doing it- it's not 100% wrong, but he wanted to prove himself. Show people that he's not just some coward, though he feared it had done the opposite effect.

He deserved to die, in that tank.

No, it wouldn't make up for everything that was lost, but it would get rid of one more problem.

He knew he made a mistake.

Just like many, many times before.

He couldn't get rid of the feeling of pure guilt, that just slowly gnaws away at you, that follows you endlessly. Like a heavy strain on your shoulders that you can't seem to ever shake.

He didn't think he would end up like this when he took the job. He was a good man before this.

He just got mixed in with the wrong kind of people. An honest mistake, really.

He didn't want this.

Phillip Graves wanted to help people.

After the merciless massacre in Las Almas, he became an empty shell of a man, following orders without question. He was a husk of someone he used to be.

An empty pit in his stomach. Never-ending and condemned.

He had seen a lot, more than most. Full of enough pain and misery to destroy most. He held strong, well, tried to. He had one two many reasons for an emotional break.

But he didn't, not until Sheperd. Phillip had thought he saw everything, but the General had brought a new kind of brutality to his work.

--

For the first time today the door of the hospital room creaked open. Phillip, who was half asleep, snapped his eyes open, the sudden sound avoking newfound curiosity, he gave his full attention to the two figures in the doorway. It was a nurse- and Sheperd.

He looked fine, no ounce of regret, no softness in his features to show he messed up- the kohl on his eyes only highlighted the sharpness of his gaze. A tight coil in Graves chest tightened, just the sight of him- all high and mighty, no remorse for all the lives his so-called 'operations' cost, made every drop of his blood boil. Like molten lava, bubbling and waiting to burst.

Phillip clenches his jaw so much that he can feel his teeth squeak. Sheperd tips his head slightly, taking a few steps forward until he's at the foot of the bed. If Phillip hadn't been bedridden for days he would have jumped up on him right now and punched that fucker right in the face.

The men remain silent as the nurse goes to the beside, rumaging through a tray full of medical tools and equipment. Sheperd looks down at Phillip, a sorry sight. An eery, serene stare that send chills down Graves body. "You look like shit, Commander."

That's the first sentence he spoke to him in over weeks.

"I can't imagine why," He'd quip back, venom radiating from his tone. Sheperd gave him so much as a glare, crossing his arms.

The nurse approached Phillip with his daily needle of pain killers, and disinfected his arm with a cotton pad before injecting a needle into his arm, right into a vein, a light hiss escaping his lips.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked Sheperd, narrowing his eyes. He thought he'd like some company or atleast someone to talk to after all that time alone but he's already irritated by his presence.

"I've had work to do, it seems to have piled up when someone fucked up the past few operations," Those words sliced into Graves heart sharper and more precise than any blade. He was only following orders. Orders from him.

His jaw couldn't have gotten any more tense and he balled his fists, his white-knuckle grip digging half moon crescents into his palms. 

"I gave everything I had, everything, and you blame me?!" His voice faltered, and he swore he saw something in Sheperds expression, his nostrils flared, a manic look in his dark eyes. Usually Sheperd was more of a private person. More shielded and not as easy to read. A poker face always plastered on. Now he had something more easily identifiable—more of a primal feeling, something hostile.

Theres silence, layers of thick tension.

"...I thank you, for that.." Sheperds voice is disturbingly passive, his tone is calm compared to his incensed body language. Two conflicting feelings are giving mixed signals to Phillip.

"—But you are no use to me anymore."

"What?" His voice was unfamilarly quiet, almost forgien to his ears.

"You served your purpose, quite poorly. But

that's beside the point. You're useless to me now."

His breath left his lungs as though he had been sucker-punched. Phillip feels like his gut had been ripped open, he was used.

He couldn't be serious.

Why would he do this? He proved himself practical multiple times, maybe having a few slip ups but he always tried his best to fix them. It painted his usual black and white world, red. There was a strain on his chest that persists even as he pushed it down, a cold shiver shocks through his body as he tries to defend himself to the best of his ability.

"I'm... I'm not.."

"And by the looks of it, you're just another loose end to tie up." Sheperd interupts sharply with a small shrug of his shoulders.

The anger Phillip felt was watered down, diluted into heartache. The person he thought he could trust the most, had betrayed him.

"I can still—"

"No. No you can't. You've had enough chances." He breathed out a sickening chuckle.

Phillips breath seemed to be caught, like he was choking. He didn't know what was happening, he went wide eyed with panic. His eyes went to the nurse for help, but she only stood back and watched.

"I told you, you're only another loose end to tie up."

It was horrible. He had no choice but to watch the two as his head was hung down low and his skin was as cold as ice. He didn't even know if he was still breathing. The room was quiet once again this time only for the sounds of a mix between gagging and coughing. He struggled, until his body goes limp, he lies flat on his back, and stares at the white ceiling. The ceiling seemed to spin in circles and a deafening buzz rung out in his ears.

"Pathetic."

Phillip Graves knew he would die, slow and painful, it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of wounds that had yet to scar over. It was always coming

He believed- knew that he would die alone. Just as he deserved— charred and broken by his past. Trust was a risk, and Phillip took it like a fool. And now here he was, alone again, burned and betrayed once more.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Horror Book Chapter 2: Darkness of one self||

Hello sweeties, Peahen mom here with anothg drabble. I'm writing a little mini horror series with and for my friend @demon-blood-youths

This little book has smaller books of horror stories involving the DBT and the other fractions within New York City and even out of it.

~~Book chapters~~

Horror book one: Bloody game of Hide and seek

((Your reading Horror book two))

~~Drabble summary~~

Lets say the DBT and the other fractions in New York City was doing a mission together due to the weird disturbance of this weird storm going on. However, as soon as they were investigating, they suddenly fall through a portal that sends them to...a rather disturbing place. It looks like New York City but...something was wrong.

What will they find there? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Will have some scares

~Blood will be present

~Death is present in this drabble

~~Guests for this drabble~~

Van Ink the Dragon belongs to my friend. Some of the fraction leaders belong to her. Also, the Monsters Au also belongs to her.

((My guests))

Some of the fraction leaders and teammates also belong to me.

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. I hope you like this friend.))

The leaders were not expecting this sort of thing to happen, and yet even during a mission together. At first it was fine since they wanted to investigate the weird storm that is lingering through New York City. They were going to find out more about it but that didn't happen.

As soon as they were heading out, a sudden portal pops open under the fractions as everyone was free falling. All that was heard was screaming, panicking, and shouting as they fell deeper and deeper thinking they were going to die. Instead.....

They were sent to a another place. Another world; another nightmare.

A groan was heard from Melinda as she slowly stirs feeling the rain drops hitting her face. She slowly blinks, waking up as she sits up to look around but held her head. Her ideal thoughts was wondering what happened. She heard the familiar thunder to shake her head.

"H..Huh? W..where..w..what happened?" she looks around to see she was laying on the street of New York City but......everything looked off. The buildings looked destroyed, some looked ransacked, others were on fire. She even tenses up seeing something else; blood and a few people but she shook seeing they were....she looks away not wanting to know but blinks looking about.

She saw no one out side with the rain coming down upon this place. It leaves her scared to slowly get up looking around. What happened? Why was everything like this?

"W..what is this? Why is everything........" She rubs her arms wondering what is happening but that's when something caught her attention; the others!!! She looks around to see she was alone but was looking to take her phone out to try checking. The screen was cracked but it still worked. She tries to call someone but saw the signal; it was really weak and had no connection.

".........I have to find the others...I hope they are alright.." she whispered but first thing first, Melinda had to try finding her team or the others. She hopes they are safe. Before she was about to walk, a ping was heard on her phone looking to see a text message. Was that from someone!? She saw it was from 'Unknown number' but she didn't know who.

Biting her lip, she saw the message:

~Unknown Number~

(Text) Read me.......

Melinda felt nervous to look as she opens the text seeing the same message and saw a attachment on it. However, she didn't know if it was a virus or something. She was about to exit out when the file attatchment opens by itself make her tense. The message in that file reads:

((Text: Beware of one's shadow. Just last till the portal opens again. Have fun.))

"...B...beware of one's shadow??"

What did this mean? And who sent this to her? Yeah, something felt really off with this but she will known later on. She begins hurrying down the street in order to try finding someone or anything while trying to get out of this rain. However, when she did, something was looking at her. Their eyes glowing but a growl leaves the creature to disappear to alert it's master.

However, two pairs of eyes were watching but a sick smile shows on their faces. Seems the eyes from the cameras were seeing this.

"Seems the game has started..." One teen boy's voice said to the other who was hanging upside down.

"True. Lets see how far they get..." one teen girl's voice said to giggle at this.

Melinda was looking about but she was walking down the street of this place only for her to find some shelter, sighing to try again. She saw some signal but it was really weak. She begins trying to call someone.

"...*Hears phone ringing* Come on...come on...." she mutters looking at her phone but the call drops as she saw 'No signal' again. Was it due to the storm. Maybe she can try her ear piece?

"Hello? Jinx? Girls? Guys? Can you read me? Hello?"

*Static was heard through the ear piece*

"Can anyone read me please. Is everyone alright?"

*More louder static was heard hurting her ears*

No luck. Something was jamming the signal and nothing worked. This got her worried hoping her friends were alright. She was hoping her team was alright. She was hoping Jaron was alright.

"..........." She sees the rain coming down still but she decided to wait till the rain stops. Melinda in the mean time was trying to contact anyone she knew in hopes of them trying to find out where she was.

~~Hours later~~

Melinda was seeing it stopped raining so she continues on again in hopes of finding someone. She say nothing was around or anyone and it made her scared feeling something really off. This was like New York and it was also not New York. Their was so much that happened here it seems and from the many bodies that was in the streets; something must have. She keeps on walking already nervous before she heard thunder in the air. Seems that storm was even here.

'What happened here? Why is everything in ruins? What could have caused this? I don't know why but I'm getting a really bad feeling about this place...'

She keeps walking looking around but as she gets near a building she saw it was abandoned. However, she wonders if someone was here? She looks to the door and slowly reaches for the door handle to get ready to open it but hesitates. Something about this place was off, her mind shouting don't go in. Leave.

"........." As soon as she lets go of the handle....a horrified scream echoes from inside to startle her. Someone was in trouble! She quickly opens the door and goes to see and help them. However, it was her biggest mistake as the pairs of eyes were watching but follows her inside.

~~Inside the building~~

"Hello? Is someone here?! Are you okay!" she calls out with her voice echoing from the room. It was pretty big but she keeps looking till she heard the screaming again. It was coming down from the hallway only to make Melinda rush quicker. She gets to the area within a few minutes but she panted to see it was a room. The area had flickering lights, the windows smashed, and chairs with tables broken. Melinda looks wondering if the screaming came from here to see it did! She saw someone there badly injured who was shaking, begging the one that attacked them to spare them.

The other person was standing there with his hands in his pockets but had three growling familiars at him. The other looks down but his upper face was hidden walking over while bending down near him. The other was scared looking at him and yet his eyes were cold with blood on his face.

"P..Please..please just let me go. You can take whatever I have. Just leave me alone."

"Wow, already begging for your life...too bad, your friends didn't do well in that and look where it ended up for them. Bastards didn't even live long after I gave the little order of them killing one another. What makes you think your spared from your death?"

"..L..Look, I can pay you to let me live! I'll give you whatever you want! Just please...please don't!" he begs crying that the other sighed to smile.

"......Fine, I won't..." His eyes were closed but he parts his lips seeing some aura leaving him but his eyes widen in horror making eye contact with him. "You'll do that for me. So..why not be a sport and stab your throat for me hmm? Your make good food for my familiars.."

He smiled to show a dagger for him as the man tries to ignore his voice but he couldn't. His will was taken, taking the knife as he was crying to hold the tip to his throat. He was trying to fight it but no matter what he did, nothing worked. The other looks at him still making eye contract with a sick smile. "Go on...do it. You know you can't fight it......end it all. Now."

ON his command, the guy thrusts the tip forward, pushing the dagger into his throat as he chocked on his blood. He only looks to the other while he smiled seeing the body fall to the side but he looks to the three jackal familiars growling at the dead body.

"It's alright, you three can eat now. This should last you for a while.." He saw them quickly attack to eat and tear the body up but he stood up looking at the body but his clothes were coated in some blood before taking his phone out to speak.

"Hey, the targets done, Ink. You can go ahead and let Fosh ransack this guys pockets empty."

Wait, Ink?! Melinda's eyes widen not believing this but heard a familiar voice.

'Good. Be sure you burn that place down too. We got the other fractions moving about and seeing who else they can ransack. Just head back when your done. Jinx and me just got word from Mouse that something happened and it results in the storm. Even so, finish up and keep looking.' she said for him to sigh.

"Roger.." He lowers his phone but watching his 3 familiars eating.

Melinda's eyes widen in horror hearing that but she felt like crying.

'N..No way........Ink? That couldn't be b..but that was her voice.......t..then if that's the case....t..then this is..' She slowly takes a step back but steps on a broken glass to tense and stop. Oh no! The other heard the noise to turn around looking but he stops seeing who it was. Melinda's eyes widen more seeing it was true.

Familiar classic clothes but they were black. Wears a dark red vest where underneath its plain black sleeves. Wears black pants and suede shoes. He wears a black hat over his head just to keep casual. He did wear black fingerless gloves that was hidden in his pockets. He has afro hair but she saw his eyes were the same but more colder and deadlier. It scared her. Just what the hell is happening?

"........."

"........."

Neither said anything but Jaron's eye peeks from his hat to look seeing Melinda. His eye just looks to her grey ones but he tilts his head wondering.

".......Heh, well well well. Your here in this area too, Melinda? I thought you would be helping Vivi kill some more people targets to rob and shit. What? Grew bored and missed playing again with me?"

Wait. What is he talking about?

"I....I don't..J..Jaron, what did you do? Why did you.....do that!? Why did you kill him!?..."

"Huh? What do you mean? You wanted to do it? I'm sorry cutie. If you like, we can look for another...after I burn this place down."

"N..NO! You never would kill anyone r..remember? That's not like you!" she said scared crying but this got Jaron confused.

He looks to her but he only frowns a bit never seeing her shooken before. The Melinda he knew never backed down after he helped her 'toughen up' and get back at that Megan bitch for what she did to her but he always loved playing around with her as he did with her. Those two were always having fun killing people together. Kissing with their enemies blood on each other. But something about her seems..off. She's not drenched in blood and had that same cold yet cute look in her eyes. Her silver eyes were lighter and not darker.

"........Wait a moment....." He did remember Ink saying something happened. Some weird portal appeared within New york and something came through. So if that's the case.....He slowly glares to look at her but his smile returned as Melinda got scared.

"........Your not 'My' Melinda." she steps back from about to run but he quickly had his 3 familiars Christine, Sid, and Layla stop in front of her. Melinda gasps when she stops, trying to move only for this Jaron to pin her to the wall seeing her scared.

"L..Let me go! Your not Jaron! Y..You......your not the Jaron I know of..." she whispered scared that he now gets it.

"....Ahhh, so that's it. Your the good side of her.....the gentle side.....the more...'scared side of her' So that must mean the ones from that portal...you and our good sides must have come through a portal a few hours ago." He keeps looking at her but she was crying looking away from him but she feels him move one hand down her arm to touch her cheek.

".............You must be her softer good side from another world or universe. Your just like her..but too damn soft.." He chuckled to see her crying thinking he would kill her but he didn't.

"........H..Huh? Her g..good side?" She blinks not understanding but she remembers the text message; Beware of one's shadow. Is this what the message means? If that's true then that means.....this had to be Jaron's darker side.

"Yes; her good side. My little bloody lung dragon always loves to kill and slaughter all weaker begins thanks to me...however, she used to be just like you. Weak. Scared. *runs a finger down her neck seeing her shaking* So gentle and yet fragile. So...I decided to change that. I made her see that she can be pretty dangerous and after she took her first kill. The one that treated her like shit......." he sees Melinda look at him still scared but figures he must have been taking about.....

"M..Megan. S..she..."

"Yes. My Melinda killed her in cold blood. I was so proud of her and yet...she loved it. Being able to see just how happy she was..it made my heart aflutter. She got the first taste of true blood...." His darker colored eyes looks to her as he held her cheek as Melinda kept her eyes closed scared.

"....You really are cute up close. So soft and adorable..you would look so beautiful if I kept you as a prison for me and me alone. I would enjoy taking good care of you...or cutting you slowly to see what makes you tick.....but I wouldn't want to hurt you too badly....since your darker self loves when I tease her.."

This wasn't her Jaron. It wasn't him! He wouldn't do this. He wouldn't kill people like this!!!! She only feels him turn her head to look at her as she was crying. All this did was run one finger to wipe it off.

"Shhhhhhh...it's alright. I won't hurt you......though, it's pretty interesting seeing the light side of her this scared..it's pretty cute." he saw her trying to get away but he keeps her against the wall as she winces for him to hold her chin.

"I bet your so cute when your flushed like her......I know if your like her....your softer....warmer....... I bet you even taste just like her......" He whispered as he leans in almost about to kiss her as Melinda felt her heart beating crazy in her chest until.

Something crashes on the ground beside him hearing a groan of pain. The darker Jaron with good Melinda heard as he looks seeing himself. No, his good side from the other world as he was wincing. He was hurt that Melinda opens her eyes but gasped.

"Jaron!!"

"Huh, so it was true then.." His darker self said.

"So this is where the fuck you been huh you sneaky jackal..." Melinda heard another voice but she got scared. Another was walking into the building but it was familiar. It was her! Or her darker side of her. Melinda in this world was wearing black leggings, her shirt was short showing off her stomach but she had scars with some being black. Her shirt is short sleeved or one sleeved since her demonic tattoo looked corrupted and twisted. Her silver eyes were more darker and colder but she was also coated in blood. She had a dagger in her hand but walks over showing herself.

She looked more threatening and more dangerous, seeing her 'darker Jaron' holding her good side against the wall as she glares walking over.

"So it was true. Seems the portals were all over New York or that's what I found out from your 'good' side." she said pointing a dagger to the Jaron the good Melinda knew as she was struggling to push the dark Jaron away to rush over to try helping him. However, the darker Jaron stops her by grabbing her wrists behind her back. He even shows another knife to make her stop.

"Ah ah....don't move so much..."

"Jaron! Jaron, are you alright?!" she cries worried but he opens his eyes seeing the familiar gentle eyes as he quickly sits up. He held his head showing some blood but saw Melinda.

"Melinda!! Your alright! Wait....." He looks seeing his darker self holding her that he tries to move only to feel something stomp his back. He coughs to look, seeing Melinda's darker self as the two looks at them.

"You know, your good side is pretty cute. Though, not as hot as you. I am annoyed he's so nervous even after finding me kill another idiot who was hiding some good loot." she chuckled as Jaron struggles seeing the good Melinda crying scared.

"But..Oh well. I'm sure Jinx will love to have some new bits of money to her collection."

"Well, that goes for Ink and the other fraction leaders. But who knows? This city has a lot to offer so why not?" He chuckled tightening his hold as the good Melinda winces. "Same goes for your good side..she's pretty much your old self but worse....she's pretty cute when she's scared."

"And your is too, Jaron." the darker Melinda said but the two smiled then wonders. What to do with these good sides of theirs. That might explain their teams finding their other version of themselves. Explaining the fighting and chaos outside. Melinda and Jaron was scared but they had to get out of here. This was not New York. Or their home they knew off. This was some twisted nightmare.

"Even so..I say we take them back....maybe we can torture them together.....what do ya say cutie?" Darker Jaron said to the darker Melinda who smiled to giggle.

"why not? I don't mind a little game.." she said.

"Let me go!!" Melinda said struggling but the darker Jaron held her tighter pressing the blade to her neck cutting he a little. Some blood did seep through and coat his blade.

"I said stop struggling. Geez, so naughty.."

"Melinda!" Jaron tries to move but got stomped on by her darker self.

"Ah ah.....you two won't be separated...you'll be together while we punish you both. I can't wait to see how you two squirm."

Both Jaron and Melina got scared, seeing the two was about to take them when suddenly...

BOOM!!!!

The building shook when something strong crashes down, showing some fire as it had the darker selves shielding their eyes. Right away, Melinda focused her telekinesis to push the darker Jaron away from her while doing the same to her darker self. He got slammed against the wall hard while darker Melinda crashes against a table as she coughs.

Melinda rushes over to help Jaron as the two growls from that slowly trying to get up or shake off the light headache.

"Jaron, come on get up! We have to run!!" she said as he got up to take her hand and run with her out the building.

"You'll pay for that you bitch!" Darker Melinda shouted holding her hand out showing black daggers made of her power to start attacking as Melinda deflects them. But she saw the darker Melinda throw more along with darker Jaron to cut both Jaron and Melinda.

The good ones wince from the sting, seeing blood spill but they got out of that area. Darker Jaron stood up but he spits some blood out of his mouth seeing his three familiars growling now coated in blood.

"Seems we got runners." He chuckled then whistles. "After them....." he said to his familiars while they gave chase. The good selves runs out of the building away from there seeing and hearing a loud noise but the two saw a portal appearing. Did this mean....

"We need to run to that portal! We might be able to get home!" Melinda heard Jaron say.

"B..but what of the others!?" she cries but heard barking behind them.

"We have to find them too but we can't stay here with our darker selves after us! Maybe we can meet up with them somewhere!" he said but while running he heard his ear piece as familiar voices was heard.

'Hello...Hell*Static* If all you guys can hear me..run to the center of Central Park! A portal opened! We have to get there*more static* Meet there!'

That was mouse's voice! The others were here and it seems they were being chased too! Hearing this, the two hurries over to the vixen's domain.

~~In Central Park~~

Jaron and Melinda panted tired while seeing they made it. They got to see this place was even worse looking.

"W..we made it and we seem to have lost them." He rubs his arm not liking the view but he did feel where he and Melinda got cut was healed.

"Melinda, are you-" Jaron stops talking and grew worried seeing Melinda shaking afraid and crying. He knew she was scared from what she saw.

"Melinda, I-" Before asking, she quickly hugs him tight scared. "......" All he did was hug her back trying to calm her down. Rubbing the back of her head as she was shaking in his arms.

"*Sobbing*"

"Shhhhh...It's alright....I'm alright, I'm here. A..are you hurt?" he asked.

"N..No, since where I was c..cut was healed. B..but....your darker s....self..h..he......" she didn't want to remember but he only grew silent knowing. He sorta saw the same with Melinda's darker self. She was crazier and willing to kill but he didn't want to remember that. However, the two looks around but saw the portal that was mentioned. However, they saw some familiar faces.

"Guys!!!" He saw the other team members there all shooken up but hurt. Mouse was happy to see everyone was safe but the leaders were not here. This got the others worried.

"Wait, where is ink and the leaders?" Jaron asked.

"We don't know! After we got Mouse's message. We were hoping they would be here but no. I think their still trying to come here..." Echo grumbles but Navarro was worried about Ink.

"Even so..we all have to wait. I just hope they show..I don't know how long this portal will stay open.." Vivi who was holding her side and being helped by Shdwkyz looking just as bad. They had to wait. Their leaders had to be here.

Mouse and Fosh was seeing the portal but like Vivi said, it was sparking showing they didn't have much time left. Just as they were growing the feeling to look for them. Another explosion was heard showing a some fighting. On the other side, it showed the leaders!!!! The good ones but their was the darker selves with their leaders!

"GUYS!!!!" the fractions were screaming for them but they look seeing their teams made it to the portal!

"GUYS, HURRY! GET THROUGH THE PORTAL NOW! GO NOW!" Jinx shouted but blocks a attack from her darker self who was laughing trying to cut her head off. She was more wild and went all out. She didn't care about others but her team and her rivals.

"You don't have to run! come on! We can have so much fun burning this fucking city sky high!" her darker self laughed swinging again for Jinx to block.

"JINX IS RIGHT! HURRY ON THROUGH WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME!" Ink was there but blocking a attack from her darker self. She was grinning only swinging her blade cutting trees down and sending some back. Their darker selves were unstable and out of control while seeing the teams worried.

"Guys we have to hurry! Get on through!" Mouse said as everyone was quick to hurry on through. The darker Yuu saw but tries to throw some fire balls mixed with a stronger poison to stop them but Yuu punches her back while throwing goo at the leaders in hopes to stop them. Even Fin joins to freezing some with his darker self grinning as his boys were trying to kill on sight.

"Yuuka!" Oblivion was about to help but got grabbed by Gerald and Taz who was scared pulling her to the portal.

"We gotta go through Oblivion, they will get through we gotta go!" Rust shouted trying to usher her on with others hurrying through that he saw Gerald pick her up as they run through. Everyone was going through before The darker Ethan and darker Willow sends a attack together to try blocking the leaders while they were chuckling ready to kill on sight.

Jinx and Ink was panting injured but that's when the good Willow and Ethan blocks off the attack but looks to the others. "RUN!!" Everyone turns to run while showing a fire wall wrapped around ever dark version of themselves to hear their shouting. The good ones rushes to the portal going on through as they did. However, Ink and Jinx looks back seeing the dark selves shouting before shaking, turning to jump through the portal as it closes forever.

As the fire got blown away, the darker selves was annoyed but saw their good selves got away.

"Damn it. I was hoping to burn em alive too." The darker Jinx said but saw the others thinking.

"Well, that was just random..oh well, it would have been fun if me and Hex would have experimented on them. I bet they would be good test subjects.." darker Ophelia smiled but the darker Hex agreed.

"Oh well...guess we will have to keep looking around for more toys.......you guys do your own thing and we do ours but wanna try robbing some other places again. I hear more loot was still around." the darker echo said but everyone agreed. Might as well since their fun time was ruined. However, as they did, the darker Jaron and Melinda glares at where the portal was but slowly sighed, turning to follow their teams. Oh well, at least they get to play with one another again but it left them curious. So that was their good selves from another world. Who knew.

~~~Meanwhile/in the real New York City~~~

The portal drops everyone in central park once more and the rain did stop. However, everyone was either in shock or just weak from before. Just what the hell happened? Even while thinking about it, Jaron didn't let Melina go since she was shaking and crying from that. He didn't say much but everyone did agree on one thing:

They hope to never see that universe ever again.

[gay-for-the-snz]

Day 25: Summer Flu (M, flu)

So this one's gonna publish out of order, because I actually want this to be part one of a two-parter with day 18, so please read THIS ONE first even though it is sequentially after it if we're going purely based on days. Flu, contagion fic, 2.7k <3

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The alarm blaring on his nightstand drags him from his slumber with a start, taking a couple seconds to realize what, exactly, the sound is. He groans and pats at it blindly, fingers stumbling over the top to find the snooze button. He knows he's playing a dangerous game here, but he's so tired that he's willing to risk it for another couple of cozy minutes under his blankets.

He feels like he's barely closed his eyes by the time it's going off again, and he can't help the whimper as he crawls over to the edge of the bed to shut it off properly. It takes a second for his eyes to focus on the time, and there's an insidious urge to just lie and call in sick so he can go back to sleep.

But no, that wouldn't be kind of him--after all, this is one of his twelves since he's pulling overtime the next couple of weeks while Warren's at summer camp, he can't just call out and leave them hanging because he's sleepy. But, more than that, he knows that if he actually calls out, he's going to be sending off alarm bells to everybody who knows him. For it to be bad enough that he calls out instead of just being sent home, they're going to practically break down his door to haul what is assuredly his carcass to urgent care.

He's got his lunchbox tucked under one arm, a granola bar clenched between his teeth to keep his hands free as he's tugging his belt on, nearly out the door when his phone buzzes on the table beside him. He stares at it, still mechanically running through the motions of his getting ready, and finally gives it a peek. He's so going to be late if he doesn't get out the door now.

It's a text message from the Captain--a simple question of if he's still planning on being in today. He glances at his watch, and the microwave, and the time in the corner of his phone screen to be sure that he isn't already late--but no, his shift doesn't start for another forty minutes--thirty-five-ish are going to be spent driving, so he really needs to hustle if he's going to get there for it on time--and takes the couple of precious seconds to tell him he does, and a question of if his schedule has changed? He doesn't know why else he would be asking him about it, but he doesn't really have the time to be thinking too hard about it--he's jogging down the stairs with all his belongings awkwardly clutched in any way he can manage to carry them.

He scrubs hard at his nose once he finally drops everything into the passenger seat and can fish the tissue box out of the backseat from where he tossed it last night, so it wouldn't get crushed by everything he was throwing shotgun beside him. He hasn't actually had the usual morning fit yet, which would be great if he didn't know that it means that he's going to have it while he's driving, or the instant he gets to work if it decides to be polite enough to him to wait that long.

He attempts to preempt it by aggressively blowing his nose, but it doesn't seem to do anything to fix the weird, buzzing tickle in the back of his nose that tells him he absolutely will be sneezing. He doesn't have any say in the matter.

Through what he credits to sheer willpower--but knows probably lies more in the fact that he spends half the drive rubbing and pinching at his nose through the tissue--he manages to stave it off until he's stumbling through the door into the warehouse and fumbling to get his punch card in before it officially hits six--he's got just a few minutes to spare, but he's made it.

The relief, combined with the fact that he's gotten distracted from his original purpose, he loses the battle with his nose.

"uUDZZHHyue! huH-! hHYIIZZhhuh! IIZZHHyue! 'DZZHhieww! hh...h-hUH-!? uUZZHHhyuuee! eEZzhhue! eEIZZHHhue! 'ZZHHhyue!"

"Jesus, bless you! Good morning!" Niklas gently scoots him aside from where he's braced against the wall, caught in place while the fit tears through him--and blocking everybody else behind him clocking in.

He tries to respond, but all that he manages to get out is a final, pitiful, "yEIZZHHuuee!" that leaves him snuffling wetly into the now destroyed tissues. His lashes are damp, studded with tears as he sniffles repeatedly and brings his free hand up to wipe at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Excuse me. Good morning."

"Sick?"

"No, it's just the--snfff!--gosh, sorry. Just the morning."

"Ahh...I see. Well, the Captain said he wants to see you in his office."

He blinks in surprise. "Already? It--our shift hasn't even started yet?"

Niklas merely shrugs. "Something you'll have to bring up with him, not me. I'm just the messenger."

If he's already getting called into the office--paired with the cryptic message--his stomach sinks, the dread settling into a knot. He takes the extra second to shove everything into his locker before he mounts the stairs to head into the Captain's office.

The man himself is seated behind his desk, lighting his pipe and pointedly ignoring the no smoking rule. "Welllll..." He slowly releases the smoke in a steady stream. "I see you're here for your shift."

"Uh...yes? I-I mean--I don't see why I wouldn't be?"

"You could be doing any number of things instead of coming to work."

"I'm not really the type to play hooky--especially when I volunteered for the overtime." The smell of the smoke is making his nose tingly. He scrunches it and sniffles as softly as he can. "Are we--am I in trouble?"

"Why would you be in trouble?"

"For...uh...I-I don't know."

"Surely you've got an idea of something if that was your first thought."

"I--"

"Calm down, you're not in trouble." He stands, wraps an arm around Elliott to pull him close in an affectionate manner and jostle him. "I've got something to show you. Come on."

He's absolutely baffled, but follows nonetheless. He hasn't really got a choice--the Captain may be twice his age and then some, but he's still strong as a mule and just as stubborn--but his curiosity is getting the better of him, for sure.

The stream of smoke is getting to be too much. He sniffles again, his voice wavering as they approach the break room. "Captain, the--hh!--smoke--"

"Lad--"

He doesn't quite make it into the break room before he succumbs, caught awkwardly in the doorway as he wrenches to the side and away from the Captain into cupped hands. "yeIDZZHHue! hAH'HIIZZHhuue! 'DZzhh'yue!"

A chorus of "bless you"s greets him, and his cheeks flood with color as he sniffles and wipes his hands on his shorts with a bashful chuckle. "Thank...you."

The words die on his tongue as he straightens up and actually catches sight of everyone. A little cake is sat in the middle of the tables that have been rearranged to put everyone more or less in a ring around one in the center, everyone adorned in brightly colored party hats.

"Happy birthday, son."

He nearly bursts into tears on the spot. He rarely tells anyone when his birthday is--it's less hassle for everyone. He doesn't really want anyone to have to go to special trouble just for his sake--and, if he's truly honest with himself, it's easier not to feel disappointed when no one does anything if he hasn't given them the option to do something. He can't be disappointed they've forgotten or not done anything if they never knew in the first place.

But here they are, with a cake and hats and a couple of little gift bags on one of the tables, and he's just standing there staring with glossy eyes in silence. He forces himself to say something. "Y'all remembered?"

"You can blame me for letting the cat out of the bag that it was today. I know you said you prefer to keep it quiet, but," he shrugs, takes another draw on his pipe, "that's never been my style. Not after a decade of doing nothing for you."

And, he suspects, he felt compelled to do something since, once again, he doesn't even have Warren to celebrate with.

He sniffles and wipes hard at his eyes in a bid to keep himself contained here. "That's so nice of you. You didn't have to--"

Bolormaa bounces a wadded up napkin off of his head. "Stop being shy and put a hat on. We're trying to celebrate here."

Someone went to the effort of making pancakes for breakfast, and someone else brought in some juice, and yet another some plates and forks and the like to actually enable the serving of food. Despite everyone's protests, he gets up to start serving.

"Dude, sit down, it's your birthday."

"Ah, that's true, but we've already foregone most of the traditions. I can't let this one slide. I've already failed my ancestors by letting you guys get me a cake instead of me getting it for you all, or letting me pay for it. So go sit down in your circle and everyone gets to enjoy one morsel of a Dutch birthday."

"Elliott--"

"Bolormaa, go sit down. You can't sway me from this. Please let me have this."

He doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he holds his hands up in surrender nonetheless. "Fine, fine. Slave away on your own birthday if you like."

"Thank you."

He pauses serving just once, when his rounds take him past the Captain and his pipe, and he awkwardly holds the plate of cake up and away as he nearly doubles over with an insistent and itchy--and uncovered--double. He recovers with a sniffle, blushing at the "bless you"s he receives, and the napkins that are extended to him from all directions. He gratefully plucks a couple of them to swipe quickly at his nose and then pockets them to get back to his duties.

There's general merriment from everyone involved, the warm summer morning and the festive atmosphere pervasive throughout the building. He hems and haws and fusses that he can't possibly when somebody tells him to make a wish, but he doesn't put up any actual resistance to it, and complies with the goading and chanting of "do it! Do it! Do it!"

Truth be told, he doesn't even bother making a wish--not that he'll admit that, of course. He coyly deflects any attempts at getting him to tell what it is under the principle that that instantly renders any wish null and void, because admitting "I didn't make one" would be something he'd never hear the end of--at least not for the next week or two as they all attempt to extricate some actual desire from him.

Eventually, the Captain stands up and shoos everyone back off to their actual jobs, citing the fact that they are here to work, even if it's a birthday.

He tucks his gifts into his locker with the promise to peek at them on their lunch break, and accepts the way he's shepherded out onto the floor with his hat still affixed in its place of honor like a crown.

It's relatively uneventful for most of the shift--of course, it's nice to be celebrated, and the mood is pretty jovial overall, but he finds himself feeling less and less festive as the shift wears on. He's tired. More than anything, he feels like he must have slept weird, because his back, while always relatively achey, seems to have roped his shoulders into the shared misery, because he can't quite find it in himself to get too comfortable. Either that, or he's tweaked something moving product, which isn't too terribly far-fetched as a notion.

He pinches at the bridge of his nose between his eyes, blinking away the headache that's trying to settle in there. Ugh. He really didn't sleep that well, but he's still got like six hours to go by the time his lunch break rolls around, so he doesn't really have much choice but to grin and bear it. He excuses himself to go stand outside and sweat under the glaring sun to make a phone call, much to his coworker's protests that he still hasn't opened anything yet.

It really shouldn't be a terrible surprise that he doesn't pick up--even though he should be awake by now, sometimes he gets the chance to sleep in a little, but even if he was awake, he tends to ignore his calls until he gets a voicemail. Sure enough, he gets the familiar, "you've reached Corben Barnes. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I'll get back to you."

He scuffs his steel toes in the gravel, chewing on his lip as he waits for the tone. "Hey, it's me. I, uhm--snf!--just wanted to check in with how things were going and how she's liking her camp. I know there's no phones allowed, but, uh--I don't know, I'd like it if you could have her call me when you pick her up? I know it's still a couple more days, but, I don't know, the counselors usually check in sometime during the week, and I, uh--I'd like to be kept in the loop if they're communicating anything. Not that I'm--"

The tone beeps, and he realizes he's hit the end of the message limit. Shit--shoot. Shoot. He crosses himself subconsciously. Well, he's obviously not calling back just to leave another rambling message, so he'll just have to call that good. It got the message across, anyway. "Have Warren call me" would've sufficed, but, like everything, he couldn't keep it concise enough. That's always been a habit of his--always someone who uses three hundred words when three would've done just fine.

He slinks back in, cowing under the attention when everyone tries to rope him back into their spirited conversations.

"I'm, uhm--I'm sorry, I think that I'm not really...feeling super great."

Niklas's face hardens as he looks him over. "You called him, didn't you?"

"I--"

"Don't lie. You've never been any good at it."

He opens his mouth to contradict him, but just sighs in defeat. "I don't really want to talk about it." This really isn't helping the headache. "Why don't we, uh, just raincheck the presents until tomorrow? I'll be, y'know, in better spirits, I think after a little time and a little more sleep."

They don't really seem to want to let him off the hook so easily, but no one presses the matter any further. He feels bad, being a wet blanket on his own birthday, but he just doesn't really feel super...festive.

He just slinks off to clock out the instant his shift is over, just barely sniffles as he takes one firm swipe at his nose--good Lord, that last pallet was so dusty--and is caught off guard by an itchy double that rushes up on him so quick he doesn't have a chance to cover the first. "hHTSSHheww! eESHyue!"

He gets an automatic blessing from somebody behind him, and mumbles an "excuse me, thank you" as he punches his card and shoves it back into the filer of envelopes hanging off the wall next to it. Why they use such an archaic system still, he couldn't say. The Captain was just an old-school sort of guy.

Either way, he sighs with relief when he slumps into the driver's seat. He's so glad to be getting the overtime of course, there's nothing wrong with a little extra money in the bank, but doing twelves for every shift, and eights on his usual days off is...definitely starting to take its toll. Not that he's going to complain, of course--the Captain would be kind enough to let him off the hook for the responsibility he willingly took on, and he can't let him do that.

No, he'll just have to keep his word. He tries to do that anyway, but especially now, when he volunteered to take the overtime, and the Captain is willing to pay it, and it would be such a punk move to agree to it and then flake on the grounds of "I'm tired". People would resent him for it--and if they didn't, then they should.

He shakes his head like it might clear the thoughts, sighs, and puts it in drive. He's just gotta survive this week, and he'll be out of the woods. He won't be pulling any more seventy-hour weeks until next year, hopefully.

[muwapsturniolo]

✯CYBER SEX 2✯

THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

Trust me when I meet him, I'm fucking him on sight

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.

MPT 1, GPT1, GPT2

"Next...Next...Nex-Oh he's cute!" Y/n gives Mika a dirty look. The two girls were currently in Y/n's apartment, going through the submissions for the contest. The contest ended two days ago and the girl had gotten around 1k submissions. She had already gone through 10 submissions alone, now she has her friend with her and they are trying to go through the rest together.

Mika didn't want to go through the submissions with her, but with the promise of free food and one hundred dollars, Mika caved.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you know he's ugly." She points to her laptop which has a picture of a guy. "Come on he's not that bad! Ok let's look at his entry form!" Mika snatches the laptop and starts reading things out. everything about him seems normal until they get to his sexual interests.

"Ok, so it looks like he enjoys bondage, roleplay, sla- WHAT THE FUCK!" Y/n looks at Mika with crossed arms and a raised brow.

"He's into weird shit isn't he?"

"What the hell is a slave kink?! Like does he want you to call him Massa and tell you to take his conservative dick?!" Y/n falls out in laughter at Mika's disturbing words. "Yeah immediate no! I'm deleting this submission, fuck that!" Mika does just as she said, and deletes the entry, closing the laptop right after.

"That's enough for today, let's go get something to eat." Y/n groans and shakes her head, "Mika come on! I have to get this done!"

"And we will! But you promised me food and after that slave shit, I need some food. Let's go to Randy's and get a burger or something!"

The two girls leave the apartment, making their way to Randy's. The diner wasn't that far from her apartment, with it being a college town and all it was easy to travel on foot.

They make it to the diner pretty quick and walk to their usual seat. As they are walking, Y/n gets a phone call from her mom. “Hold on, I have to take this.” She walks back towards the door, completely missing Mika accidentally bumping into someone, "oh shit my-Matt?" Matt smiles awkwardly seeing the girl from the library.

"H-Hey Mika, how are you?" He adjusts his glasses and his backpack, putting more of his weight on his right foot rather than his left. "I'm good! Hey, did you ever send that girl the picture? you never updated me and everyone else on it." He laughs shyly, rubbing his neck.

"I uh yeah I did…I actually sent a video." Mika claps excitedly.

“That’s great! What did she say?! Are you guys going out now!? Did you have sex!?” A few people give them weird looks making Matt’s cheeks burn a bright red. He gives the guests of the diner an apologetic smile before turning back to Mika, “I-umm. Y-yeah she liked it… and no we haven’t gone out yet but s-she did like it.”

He does his best to make his lie believable. It’s not like he could tell the girl that he submitted a video of him drunk and jerking off to a cam girl. She would probably call him a weird loser…or maybe even an incel.

“Well, at least she liked it! Hopefully, you get a girl soon!” She playfully nudges him making him laugh.

“Sorry, it was my mom asking me how school is going.” Y/n walks up attempting to put her phone back in her purse. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the girl approaching them. He feels his body run cold and he quickly looks down, “S-sorry Mika I-I have t-to go!” He rushes past the two, bumping shoulders with Y/n as he darts out of the diner.

"Well, he was weird." Y/n mumbles, eyeing the boy through the windows. She watches as he climbs into a sleek black car. Mika gently hits her arm, "Shut up! He's not weird he's just really shy. He's actually a really nice guy. He's supposed to go out with me and the girls soon." Mika explains as they sit down.

They order their food and it’s soon brought to them.

"What were you talking about with Matt anyway?" Mika finishes chewing before answering the question.

"Sasha had asked him randomly if he ever took a dick pick after Jordan sent her one-Wait Jordan sent her a dick pic? Even after he cheated on her?-Yeah and it was a shitty one too! Made up for nothing! Anyway, Matt said he never took one but he had the opportunity to send one to a girl. So we decided to help him, teach him the best way to take the best picture."

Y/n scrunches her face up, "Wait, you had to help him take a picture of his junk? Is he like a virgin or something?'' Mika shrugs and dips her fry into her shake.

"I'm pretty sure, I mean don't get me wrong, he's cute, but he's super shy and awkward. I'm surprised he even wanted to send a dick pic considering he seemed really interested in his studies." Y/n hums and plays around with her food, her mind stuck on the boy with glasses.

Y/n huffs for what seems like the thousandth time. She's been home for about two hours now since going out with Mika. Her time was spent still going through all the submissions. She found a few people she would choose so she wrote their names down before continuing.

"Why did I do this to myself?" She mutters as she fixes the blue light glasses on her face. She feels her mouth getting dry, so she exits her room to grab a glass of water. When she walks back, she sees her cat walking along the keyboard of her laptop.

“You’re so annoying,” she grumbles walking to her bed. She sets her cup down on her nightstand before moving the brown cat. She goes to close her laptop, wanting to deal with the entries tomorrow, but stops in her tracks seeing a familiar face on her screen.

“There’s no way.” She thinks to herself.

She snatches the laptop and stares at the entry infront of her.

There’s no way that’s him…Right?

She sits down on her bed, analyzing the picture. It looks just like the boy from the diner, glasses and all. Granted she wasn’t able to get a good look at him due to him rushing past her with his head down but she had to admit,

He was attractive.

He had a bit of a beard, not a burly one but one that enhanced his jawline. He had brown hair that looked as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. His face was adorned by a pair of oval brown glasses, complimenting his facial features well. His eyes were a dull blue, looking as if he was tired when taking the picture.

If Mika’s claims are true with him being into his studies, it was most likely he was studying when taking the picture.

She opens up his application and begins to read his answers.

She finds herself smiling when she reads about his hobbies, finding it interesting that he’s majoring in film. She begins to wonder what his favorite movies are. She reads that he loves Lego sets and looks over to the unopened boxes of Legos on her desk.

Wanting to know more about him, she continues.

“Triplet? Jesus Christ his mom had her hands full.” Her curiosity is peaked and she grabs her phone and opens up Instagram.

She searches for his name and clicks on the first profile. Sure enough, it’s his account.

He only has 100 followers, most of them being family and the few people he met in school. She scrolls through his pictures and comes to the conclusion that he has a simple life.

Lots of pictures of him and his brothers, some of him and his parents, and some with a dog.

She throws her phone down and goes back to his form.

She gets to his sexual interests and to her surprise, she finds that he doesn’t have any, stating that he doesn’t know of his interests but is open to almost anything.

Most guys his age would know their kinks and what they prefer in bed by now.

“Maybe he only has had vanilla sex.” She looks at her cat, waiting for the animal to answer.

When the cat doesn’t answer, she looks back at the screen.

There’s no way he’s a virgin…Right? He watches her streams, he couldn’t be a virgin.

She wants to text Mika and tell her about Matt's entry, but she doesn’t want to put Matt’s business out there, especially if he’s as shy and closed off as Mika makes him out to be.

She reads the rest of his entry before getting to the first video.

She adjusts the way she’s sitting and takes a sip of water before pressing play.

“Take five,” she giggles hearing the annoyance in his voice.

She watches the video and is surprised to hear his words. Most of the entry videos have been people saying that the reason they should win is because they have money, or they will give her the best dick of her life. They were cocky and Y/n found that unattractive.

She didn’t grow up with a lot of money, so people flaunting it and spending it like crazy rubbed her in all the wrong ways.

Matt on the other end was a bit more soft spoken and actually treating her like she was human, admitting that none of the other contenders should be able to take her out due to her being too good for them. He also didn't flaunt his money, granted he was a college student so he was probably broke anyway but,

It was a change of pace that she loved.

She knew what she was getting into when becoming a cam girl, being treated like she was an object rather than a human. His words made her feel,

Good.

The video ends and her heart races when she scrolls down. She was expecting to see a picture of his dick, not a video that’s 10 minutes long.

The thumbnail is of Matt in bed, getting ready to pull his pants down.

She hesitates as she presses play.

The video starts with shuffling being heard before Matt’s body clumsily falls onto the bed.

She notices the only sources of light are purple LED's and a sunlamp casting a warm glow onto the bed.

She finds herself attracted to the setting, it was almost cinematic. The way the lights cast a spotlight on him, an aura of orange, yellow, and purple covering his body.

She watches his tattooed arm pull his laptop closer, noticing an old stream of hers being pulled up. He hooks his fingers into his sweats, before releasing his hard and aching cock.

Y/n’s mouth waters.

He seemed to be about a good 7 inches, having a mushroom top. It wasn’t that girthy, but she knew that it would feel mind-blowing, especially with the thick vein running up the side.

He presses play on the video and begins to jerk himself off, spitting on his own cock.

She feels that familiar ache in between her legs.

His moans and whimpers sound like music to Y/n.

“Fuck Y/n.” She clenches her legs hearing him moan her name, loving the way it rolls off his tongue, piercing her ears and making her slick worse.

She quickly pauses the video and grabs her cat, setting the animal outside of her room and closing the door. She rushes back over to her bed and grabs the vibrator from her nightstand, quickly stripping herself of her clothes.

Usually, she would do a bit of foreplay, but she couldn’t wait. She could feel the slick between her folds, the mound between her legs aching and pleading to be touched.

She lays back on the bed and presses play on the video, immediately pushing her vibrator in between her wet folds.

Her eyes roll back at the relief, letting out a deep sigh.

She looks back at her laptop and sees Matt’s head is thrown back, his hand working hard to chase his impending orgasm.

“F-fuck Matt!” She moans hearing him moan her name once again.

“P-please let me cum m-mommy, I’ll be a good boy!” His submissive pleas do something to Y/n, unlocking a part of her that she didn’t even know was there.

She never found herself interested in guys calling her mommy, thinking they had some type of mommy issues and wanting her to baby them. But for some reason, she loved hearing Matt call her mommy and beg.

She could tell that he was close by the way he sped up his hand and the way his chest moved up and down quickly. She’s close as well, the urge to “pee” only getting stronger as the vibrations go on.

“Fuck fuck fu-“ she watches as his head hangs low biting his lip, his stomach clenching as white ribbons spurt out, some landing on his chest and face.

She yelps and arches her back as she makes a mess on her sheets. She swipes the vibrator back and forth, prolonging the orgasm as her body shakes.

She closes her eyes and swallows harshly as she tries to catch her breath, turning the vibrator off and throwing it to the side.

She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling her mind fuzzy and filled with images of her and Matt and what a night together would look like.

After a few moments she sits up and grabs her laptop, drafting and email.

Y/e/h@gmail.com: hello Matt, I wanted to email you personally instead of through Chaturbate! This email is letting you know that you are the winner of the competition 💕 If you would no longer like to participate and would like me to choose another winner, please respond to the email stating so. Otherwise, respond to this email with the days you are free, and where you would like to meet for our date.

Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕

Xoxo, Y/n

She sends the email and smiles to herself, standing up and throwing on her robe.

She opens the door and sees her cat looking at her, “sorry miss lady, momma had to handle business. Let’s get dinner started.”

She walks into the kitchen and begins cooking dinner, her mind still on Matt.

PT 2 BABYYYYYYY!!!! IM SO SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO WRITE😭 MAKE SURE YOU READ MY POOKIE @guccifrog POSTS AND GET CAUGHT UP CUZ NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST PART OF THE COLLAB!!!

XOXO PEACHES🍑

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[countlessrealities]

Rick shrugged at imp's response. If he had to be honest, he didn't care how much of what h had seen of the jester was for show and how much was honest. Of course, he would have rather gotten to know the real Fizzarolli, but he would have been a hypocrite to demand so when he himself faced the universe wearing a mask every day.

"I-If you ask me, there's nothing wrong with weird, immature and clumsy. S-Shit, in my experience, 'weird' means 'cool'. J-Just saying," he stated, as they followed the server towards one of the free still boots. "B-But hey, whatever makes you comfortable. W-We're here to have fun."

He should have probably admitted that he too was restraining himself, but that was when they reached their assigned spot and he got distracted watching the imp testing out the seats. Maybe another time. After all, he wasn't sure he was ready to make that confession yet.

So, instead, he picked up a menu himself, one in the local alien language. He could read what was written and knew most of the dishes, but he wasn't going to tell Fizzarolli that.

"F-For real? Damn, t-that sucks, but...well, it's Hell, s-so I guess that it's supposed to?" He wasn't too sure about that. Each Hell dimension worked following its own rules and they weren't always a place of suffering and discomfort. "G-Glad to have taken you somewhere nicer then. An-And, by the way, we can totally hit the dance floor if you want, later."

He liked dancing too, especially when he was drunk, and he was planning on getting wasted by the time they had finished their meal.

Then, the incomprehensible food list was brought up and Rick smirked, widely and openly impishly. It was easy to tell that he knew exactly what was on the menu, just as it was clear that he had no intention of telling.

"J-Just pick something, g-go with your guts," he hummed with a wink, clearly way too amused by the whole thing. "I-I'll take care of the drinks, b-but what to eat? T-That's your gamble to take, pal.~"

If it had turned out that Fizz hated his choice of meal, Rick would have sent it back and let him order something more palatable. He wanted the other to have a good memory of that date, after all. But for now? He was going to sit and enjoy the upcoming show.

"Dance floor you say?" If anything Fizz loved to dance! Of course when it was in bar or restaurant he did need that alcohol to have some boost but shhh that was a secret. Fizz smiled a little as they walked towards the door, listening AR.

"Haha yeah you don't want me to be 100% myself. Way too immature and weird, not to mention clumsy. Gonna restrain myself of not acting like an total idiot" hey wasn't it fun to learn about your date like this? Sure Fizz could be his normal self but it also requires him to trust the people around him, so you know they won't make fun of him.

They got indoors and that's when Fizz's face lit even more. So colorful! It made him feel all giddy! "Still looks amazing~ ... You would have been disappointed if we had stayed in Hell, just saying. Most of the restaurants looks the same and lacks of personality, unlike this place" he loved the vibes of this place, looking around to see many different kind of life forms. So weird, but still vibin'

They got escorted to an available booth. Fizz sat down, doing few boncing moves. So soft. And then there was the menu. "Uuuuuh-... what is this?" he could read it but didn't understand shit.

[pookieace]

fated to be together

pairing : fem!reader x levi ackerman

contains : DARK CONTENT AHEAD! please read with caution! modern!au, yandere!levi, feels like ooc levi too but it's meant to come across as him having a major soft spot for the reader, small age gap (in my brain levi's around 28 and reader is about 23) one sided pining (?), stalking in a way, non-con, dub-con (i'm tagging both just to be safe), panty sniffing, panty stealing, slight violence (he knocks the reader out but it's not graphic), fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, dumbification, creampie, possessive levi, he's a bit of a creep oopsies? i think that's all but please tell me if i've missed anything!

word count : 10.3k ( i can't believe i wrote this much wtf)

summary : it's a small world, because years later you find yourself becoming neighbours with levi once again, and he finds himself developing feelings for you, believing that fate had something to do with you two meeting once again.

omg okay i put my entire pussy into this fic tbh 😟fhjfkdh something about pervy levi makes me <3 AAAH i'm actually proud of this one not gonna lie. happy bday to levi 🥺 this ones for you my short bf <3 LMAOO anywayssss– this is proofread by me, but no guarantees i fixed everything so yeah, ignore any mistakes! likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

Levi felt like he was going insane. Could he possibly be seeing things? No. He wasn’t that crazy… Was he? Maybe he was going blind– No, that was a stupid thought.

“Levi…? Holy shit–! I haven’t seen you in years!” The sound of a box hitting the floor makes Levi snap out of his daze, finally being able to focus on the person that was now jogging up to his frozen figure.

Oh my god… It was you. So he wasn’t seeing things, huh?

“____? H-Hey. It’s– Uh yeah, been… A while for sure.” He knows he could make more of an effort to sound excited – But the poor man was just so shocked that you were really there. Right in front of him. Face to face.

You were the younger sister of Levi’s closest friends, Hange. The two of you had grown up in neighbouring houses, seeing each other practically every day since Hange wasn’t capable of leaving Levi alone for more than five minutes. He had moved out of home after he finished university, which was a couple years ago along with your sibling and you hadn’t seen him since. Though the postcards he sent your family during the holiday seasons always made you smile, happy that he remembered you and your parents enough to do that even though he wasn’t entitled to.

“Mhm! Must be like… What? Three or four years?” You trailed off for a moment, trying to think back to the last time you saw Levi, then speaking up just as excited as before once you figured it out. “Three and a half years! How’re you? How’ve you been?”

“Yeah… Yeah I’ve uh, I’ve been good. Living, working, you know. Earning money and all that stuff.”

“Yeah? I’m really glad to hear that! This is sooo weird though–” Your hands flick towards him and then back at yourself, repeating the motion a couple of times to get your point across. “This is so weird. We’re neighbours– Again!”

“Small world, huh?”

“Oh shit– Sorry! You’re all dressed up. You… Must be going to work?”

Levi glances down at his watch and visibly holds back a sigh. He was going to be late. “I was, yeah.” He straightens himself up, pulling down the sleeves of his suit and fixing his tie (even though he really didn’t need to). “Hey, it’s actually really good to see you again. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, yeah kid?”

You snort at the nickname he gave you. Immediately it brings back memories from your childhood and you can’t help but smile, giving Levi a wave as he walks off towards the elevator. “I know and I won’t! I’ll see you soon.”

Levi was so thankful he was the only one in the elevator, back hitting the wall and he let out the sigh that he’d been holding back for the last five minutes, finally.

“Holy shit.” He whispers. Only now did it really occur to him that it was really you. It really was a small world, and on top of being late– No thanks to Levi’s stupid alarm clock, he needed a new one really, it had failed him too many times and he could not afford to have his perfect schedule ruined again– He had to now work for eight hours, dealing with god knows how many annoying people while the image of you smiling kept flashing behind his eyes every time he blinked.

This was going to be a long day.

While Levi headed to work, you skipped over to the box you had dropped earlier out of excitement, gasping a little when you remembered there were picture frames in it. “Oh, thank god.” You exhaled with relief once you realised nothing had been broken, mentally scolding yourself for being so hyper and just dropping it out of nowhere.

The first thing you did when you entered your new apartment was open the windows and breathe in the fresh air from the balcony. You’d finally done it, finally moved out into your dream apartment, and now you were able to live your life the way you wanted, like a proper adult.

The silence was interrupted by a rather loud rumbling sound from your tummy. Your hand gave it a little pat as if to calm it down as you glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:04am. You’d been awake for a couple hours due to the excitement of moving into your new place and all you ate earlier was a muffin from the bakery down the street, and you needed some food in your stomach to become a functioning member of society.

Seeing as there was absolutely nothing in your fridge yet, apart from two cans of coke and a bottle of water, ordering food seemed like the easiest way to make yourself happy.

You took a seat on the couch in what will become the living room once you’ve unpacked all your things, waiting for your food to arrive. You let out a soft sigh as your body finally relaxed for the first time that morning. Moving was a fucking pain honestly, and you could not wait for it to all be over and done with.

You let your thoughts wander to your neighbour, Levi Ackerman. It brought a smile to your face. Seeing him again after so many years felt almost strange but somehow very comforting at the same time. Being in a brand new town was scary to say the least, but you could be at peace knowing there was someone here that you knew, someone that you would be able to lean on if things got rough on your own.

And in a split moment, you had an idea.

Rummaging around in your backpack, you found a pen and paper, quickly scribbling down a couple of sentences and walking back out of your place to slide the folded paper under Levi’s door and hoping he’d notice it.

It was just after 8pm when Levi finally got home, slightly scowling because the traffic was unbearable. He could have been home by seven, but no.

“Dumb fuckin’ drivers.” He murmurs under his breath, pulling out his key and unlocking the door to his apartment, The crinkling of paper underneath his shoes caught his attention. Bending down, he picked it up and unfolded it, reading it aloud (a bad habit, he could never read in his brain, the words get “too jumbled together” according to him).

Whenever you’re free from work, dinner at mine? I’ve learnt how to cook now! Come by at 7pm! Don’t be late, otherwise I get hangry… Let me know :) I’m free pretty much any day!

– The “kid” (I’m not a kid anymore by the way, but I’ll still let you call me that since ilu)

Levi smiled softly as he read through the note, eyes squinting as he got to the “ilu”. He did his best, he really did. Using all his brain power he had in that moment (there wasn’t much after a shitty day at work mind you) but it was too late for him to be thinking that hard, and he was not about to decode what that meant, not today anyway. He took off his shoes with the heels of his feet and walked to the kitchen bench, pulled out a pen from his bag, popping the cap open and he jotted down a reply with the neatest handwriting he could muster.

Saturday is my next day off. I’d love to have dinner. Also, my number is below in case you need to contact me. See you around.

– Levi.

Levi slid the paper under your door like you had done before. He would have knocked, but he knew how painful and annoying moving was and assumed you must have been asleep by now.

Eventually, Saturday rolled around after a long week. A long week for Levi, at least.

He stared at himself in the mirror – Black button down with grey pants seemed okay for dinner, right? He shook his head to get his hair into place, deciding it’ll do since he didn’t want to overthink about what outfit to wear, especially after already changing three times before he picked out the one he was wearing now. He didn’t even put this much effort into going on dates, so he wasn’t particularly sure why he was trying to put in so much effort for you…

He cleared his throat before knocking on your door, adjusting and playing around with the rings on his fingers as he waited for you to open up nervously.

“Door’s open!” You yelled, too occupied with dirty hands as you tried handling the melting chocolate in your hands.

Levi let himself in, making sure the door was closed behind him properly. The smell of food immediately hit his nose, making his stomach growl and he was so glad you weren’t beside him right now, that would have been embarrassing.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t open the door, I uh– Well… Yeah.” You motioned at the mess on the kitchen table and chocolate over your hands with a shy smile.

“”S okay, need any help?” He asks, rolling up his sleeves and going to put away the rings on his fingers, ready to help you but you shook your head.

“You’re the guest tonight. I’ll be fine. Just forgot to put the chocolate in the fridge before I started with dinner so it’s everywhere. But that’s fine! The brownies will still turn out edible.”

He nods back, a smile playing on his lips.

He exhaled quietly as he took a seat on the stools placed on the other side of the kitchen bench.

You’d finally finished mixing the batter together for the brownies, putting them in the oven before going to cut the vegetables for the main meal you’d be having and making sure to clean up the mess on the kitchen counter, remembering how Levi was always a bit of a clean freak. You needed to make a good impression after all.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Levi got lost in his thoughts. You really had grown up in the three or four years Levi hadn’t seen you.

That’s something he couldn’t really wrap his head around. He’d seen you grow up almost, from a kid to a teenager and now, an adult. Seeing you in the kitchen while you cut the carrots for the soup you’d be sharing really made Levi’s brain spin.

Or maybe it was the low cut top– No. No, why was he even looking there? He blinked a couple times, attempting to think about dinner to get the thought of your chest out of his mind. He shouldn’t be looking, it felt wrong. It was wrong. Was it? It was. It had to be. He’d never thought of you like that before… You were Hange’s younger sister… He was practically your older brother in a way, why did he look at your fucking che–

“Levi? Helloooo?” The waving hand in front of his face caught him off guard, almost falling off the stool he was seated on.

“Woah, careful there. You seemed like you were deep in thought.”

“Mm, a little. Just… Just work stuff.” He ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall back into place and looked back at you. “You were calling my name?”

“Yep! Wanted to ask yay or nay to coriander?” (Cilantro for the American’s, don't bully me ;-;)

“Yay. Obviously. I’m a man of taste.”

“So you are Mr Ackerman, so you are.” And with a nod, you tossed a couple of leafs into the soup and checked up on the rice that was cooking away.

“So, you cook now?” He asks, fingers tapping against the kitchen counter as he tries to make conversation.

“Every so often. Had to learn ‘cause I wanted to move out, you know? Takeout every night doesn’t sound very appealing to me anyway. How come?”

“Just askin’. Remember when you burnt yourself and refused to enter the kitchen for like a week?”

“You remember that–!? That’s embarrassing.”

For the first time in three years, you heard Levi laugh again. It was rare, you remembered that. The man barely smiled, even to your sibling, Hange, Levi would always scowl whenever they gave him a hug or ruffled his hair. Instead, he’d rather show his affection through other ways, little words of affirmation when you really needed them, even going as far as to bring your favourite snacks. But a laugh? You felt lucky, special, to hear that again. “How could I forget? It was hilarious.”

“Glad my childhood suffering is funny to you, Ackerman.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just–” He stopped, catching his breath for a moment as his hand rested on his chest. “It was cute. You were terrified of the stove like it was the Boogeyman or something. Always asking Hange to cook you nuggets.”

“I was like five–”

“You were ten, actually.”

“Okay, I was ten, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t be afraid of the stove at ten! That burn reaaaally hurt. Scarred me.”

“At least you learnt not to try to cook by yourself when you couldn’t even reach the stove.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You poke out your tongue at him, bursting out into laughter when Levi shook his head at your childish antics.

“Been wondering, did you move next to me because Hange mentioned it or, were you stalking me?”

“Stalking, duh.” Levi raises his eyebrows at you, almost like he was wondering if you were lying or not. He was so cute, gullible, which made pranks super fun to pull on him. “Levi– You’re as clueless as ever. It’s purely a coincidence, the rent was good and the block has a really nice view too. Hange didn’t mention you being here. Though if I’m being honest, I don’t even think they remember where your apartment is…”

Levi agrees, mentioning something about how it’s ‘not out of the ordinary for Hange to forget like that’.

It was reassuring the relationship Levi and you had as the both of you were growing up hadn’t changed very much. It was easy to fall back into the routine you two had before. Joking around as you continued to cook, poking fun at each other. The both of you spent dinner and dessert catching up on things, talking about family and personal lives happily, not a dull moment throughout the night.

“Oh, it’s getting late…” You noted, glancing at the time on your phone after Levi let out a small yawn, his nose scrunching up rather cutely. “You’ve had a long week, d’you wanna go and rest?”

“Is that okay? I feel like an old man because I’m yawning at 11:30.” He mumbles, attempting to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“It’s ‘cause you are an old man.” You poke his stomach cheekily, standing up so you can walk him out.

“Barely older than you, kid.”

“Still old.” He gives you his legendary ‘tsk’ and flicks your forehead as gently as he could, smiling softly as you rub the spot with a small pout and call him a meanie.

“Thank you, for coming over for dinner and like, helping calm my nerves about this place, I guess? It’s a little scary being here alone, but the fact you’re here gives me… Warmth? It’s comforting. Your presence, it’s comforting.”

There was a silence between the both of you after what you had said. Panic surges through you and you look down at the ground, thinking you’d made him uncomfortable by being so open with your feelings and you quickly try to redeem yourself somehow.

“I-I’m sorry, that… That was so weird and uncalled for, fuck. I’m sor–”

Levi cuts you off by placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “It’s not weird, I just didn’t know what to say.” He starts, tilting your chin upwards so he can look at your face. You’re welcomed with a smile, and it feels like the worry from before suddenly melted. “I’m glad. I’m glad that you feel comforted by me. If you ever need anything, I’m a door across yeah? You’ve got my number too.”

A couple of months pass and the two of you grow closer than you were before. Sometimes you would miss Levi before he heads to work. You’d learnt he wakes up at the ridiculous time of 6am, apparently he needs to keep in shape (even though he looks incredible already) and takes advantage of the building's gym on the lower floors.

You however, were not an early morning person, choosing to roll out of bed anytime after 10am. But the more you got to know Levi, the more of an effort you made to wake up a little earlier some days. Packing him a little lunchbox with a sandwich with a homemade muffin for his break so he’s not constantly buying from the overpriced cafe shop near the museum where he works.

He finds comfort in you too. Finding it comforting how you’re still the same person he knew. Always checking up on him and making sure he eats. Making him roll his eyes over the dumbest things you think of because you have no filter. The two of you get along so well after all these years and it makes Levi’s heart swell.

But Levi has a problem.

You’re not the little kid he knew from before, even though… You are?

You’re now grown up. An adult. Someone he can harbour feelings for– Actually. Someone he is harbouring feelings for.

Every passing day, your presence alone makes him feel things. Makes his heart thump a little louder in his chest, so loud it’s almost deafening. Even something as small as a smile, makes his brain all hazy. A gentle touch to his body, whether it’s a poke to his cheek or you playfully hitting his arm makes him want to kiss you.

It’s almost pathetic. He hasn’t felt this way in so long… So many years in fact, it’s a foreign feeling, but something he isn’t opposed to.

It almost feels… Illegal. Illegal for him to be thinking about you this way. But he just can’t help it. It’s perverted. The way he keeps looking at your chest regardless of what kind of shirt you’re wearing, is perverted. They look so soft, and all Levi wants to do is grab them, hold them in his palms while you sit on his lap, maybe even slide your top down just enough to expose them, enough to sink his teeth into the flesh and mark you up as his. Wanting to fuck them, coat them in a layer of his cum after leaving red hues all over them.

When did this perverted idea manifest in his brain?

When you hugged him as a thank you for bringing your favourite burrito on his way home from work last night. It seemed innocent enough, and it was. It was so innocent, nothing more than a way to say your thanks for going out of his way to get you something. It was innocent, until Levi got hyper aware and felt your hardened nipples press against his chest over his thin dress shirt.

He finds himself lying in bed the next day. Though the sun was shining in, he did not have the mentality to get up and go do his daily workout session for the morning because he’s fucking hard. Cock strained against his boxers as Levi let out a sigh, ruffling his hair. Maybe if he ignores it…

That’s stupid. He knows it won’t just go away like that. Not when his mind is already so plagued with thoughts about you. With thoughts about your soft breasts, and how hard your nipples were.

Levi turns his head, taking a look at the barely working alarm clock and groans.

7:43am.

He needed to be at work in a little over an hour. Fuck. Levi grew more and more annoyed as he continued to lay there. Barely twenty minutes to get himself off… That was hardly enough time. He overthinks, needs to take his time, paint a clear image of what or who he’s touching himself to, he needs at least thirty minutes to be satisfied properly, but he doesn’t have that luxury. Not today, and that pisses him off more than he’d like to admit. He hates rushing.

“Ah, fuck.” Levi lets out a defeated sigh, and without wasting any more time he slides his boxers down just enough to free his length, hissing under his breath when his hand wraps around the entirety of it – He knows he needs to hurry, which is why he starts moving his hand. Steady up and down movements.

His head slumps back into his soft pillows, eyes falling shut as he tries to dream up of scenarios that’ll help him cum quicker. Surely, he’d be able to think about someone else right? Especially because jerking off to you, his best friend's younger sister, who he had never felt this way about, practically saw you grow up… That was wrong, right?

If it was so wrong, then why was he unable to think about anything else? Why was he unable to think about anyone else?

With a feeble groan, he gives up. Finally, finally letting his thoughts wander over to you. The person who had been the reason behind all this, behind his suffering this morning. It’s almost comical how Levi’s cock twitches in his hand the second he recalls how your nipples felt against his body, how you pressed yourself against him.

Were you tempting him? Is that what you wanted? To tempt Levi, to make his brain go all fuzzy, to make him think about the most obscene images of you? Were you trying to turn him into a pervert?

“Shit… So fucking pretty…” He groans, muttering to himself under his breath as images of you remain behind his eyes. Spitting into his hand before letting it wrap around his cock again tightly, Levi lets his imagination go wild once more, thinking about how your mounds would look if you took your shirt off for him. He knows they’d be beautiful, a perfect fit for his hands if he cupped them. They’d be so soft, he knows that for a fact though. He felt how soft they were, even if it was for a brief moment, he felt your tits–

“Fuck, fuck fuc– ooh.” Ribbons upon ribbons of warm cum splatter against his lower stomach and thighs, coating his hand. Levi didn’t even realise when his high caught up to him until his body went stiff, head rolling back and eyes tightly closed while his cock throbs and trembles in his grip.

It takes him a minute or two to calm down enough to open his eyes, letting out a shaky breath that he was holding in. He grimaces at the mess on his body, scolding himself for not having the brain to at least have a couple of tissues by his side. Levi sighs, taking a quick glance at the clock on his bedside table once more and almost smiling at the time.

8:02am.

Maybe, he was capable of making himself cum under thirty minutes… If he was thinking of you.

Sunday nights ended up being movie nights, a “tradition” that Hange and Levi made up in the past for themselves, but since they both had such a soft spot for you, you ended up joining them on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, seated in the middle of them.

“Okay! Popcorn is almost ready!” You shouted from the kitchen, getting out your biggest bowl from the cupboard.

“What kind is it?”

“Triple buttered, of course.”

“That’s your favourite.”

“Well, they didn’t have caramel and–” You poke your head out from the kitchen, sticking out your tongue. “My house, my rules.”

“Tsk, so defensive. Y’know you could have just easily made caramel popcorn at home, right? Since you’re a chef now.” He states, sitting down on one corner of the couch.

“Easily? Are you insane? It’s not easy to make that shit at home.” You retorted, flopping down onto the couch and placing the bowl in the middle of the both of you.

“Let me guess, you burnt it when you tried to make it?” He asks almost teasingly and takes the bowl for himself, placing it on his lap instead.

“Shut up.” Despite him trying to hold back a laugh, it still falls through his lips for a brief moment. It has you gasping dramatically, hitting his arm as he tries to save the bowl of popcorn. “You’re so mean Levi!”

“You almost knocked the popcorn out of my arms! You’re mean.”

“You deserve that whack, so–” You shrug, huffing loudly and take the remote for yourself as you open up Netflix, pretending to be mad at the male to your right. A couple of moments of silence passed and you, being curious as to if Levi would rebuttal, looked over at him.

He was already staring at you, a smile playing on his lips at how cute you were being, and the second you caught each other's eyes, laughter immediately filled your living room. This is how it had always been between the both of you for as long as you can remember.

“Okay so, what movie are we watching, old man?”

You hear Levi grumble under his breath at the ridiculous nickname you called him every so often. “Love Actually, since you haven’t seen it.”

“Love Actually– You serious, Levi?”

“As serious as always, besides it’s almost Christmas time and it is a Christmas themed movie as well. Why?”

A series of giggles and snorts come from you at his choice of movie, which Levi chooses to ignore. Instead he rolls his eyes and attempts to flick your forehead, but even that couldn’t stop you from giggling.

“O-Oh my god, that’s so cute. You’re so cute.” You coo at him, laughing subsiding. “Hange told me you have a weird little soft spot for rom-coms.” Almost immediately, his cheeks start to burn up at the compliment.

“Of course they did.” He shakes his head, letting his hair fall in his face as he tries his best to avoid eye contact with you, hoping that the dimmed lights would help hide how his cheeks are flushed pink.

You hum as you flick through the movies, finally finding the chosen movie of the night and you get comfortable on the couch. The bowl of popcorn moves from Levi’s lap to beside him, making it easier for you to grab some to eat.

Levi got so engrossed in the movie, he almost forgot about the junk food laid out on the table in front of you both. He carefully moves forward, picking up a smaller bowl filled with lollies and takes a couple to chew on before looking across at your figure. You were now on your side, almost laying down as your head rested on your hand. He’d offer some, but you looked so caught up in the movie that he didn’t want to interrupt.

He smiled to himself, knowing that you’d be a sucker for this movie. But unfortunately for him, as he tried to look away from your body he caught a peek of your breasts.

He should be a gentleman. He should look away, but he can’t. He can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your chest. It brings back memories of the other week and how he jerked off, cumming for you, for those tits.

Levi shifts in his seat a little, looking back at the tv, thankful he had already grabbed a pillow before and kept it on his lap (it’s a weird habit of his, always watching shows and movies while hugging a pillow to his chest or keeping it on his lap) since he was about to have a bit of a problem. He can’t. He shouldn’t. Not during movie night, not in your home. He can’t pop a boner right now. No matter how many times he repeated no in his head, it was too late. He was half hard with you mere centimetres away.

Don’t be a perv… Don’t be a fucking perv, he repeated, but even that was futile. His head turned slowly so you wouldn’t see out of your peripheral vision, and kept his eyes on your chest. They seemed… Perkier than he remembered. You must be wearing a bra. That’s unfortunate.

He would kill to see them out, hanging, nipples hard against your shirt. The top you were wearing was thin, if you didn’t have a bra on, then your nipples would definitely peek through. Fuck.

He’s gross, Levi knows that. But he just can’t help himself.

Once again, his thoughts start wandering.

What if you felt the same way as him? What if you were willing to let him touch you, to let him grope your tits? He’d be gentle, at first anyway. Keeping you seated on his lap, hands slowly gripping your thighs, trailing up to your waist, under your shirt… Under your bra if you let him… Would you let him touch your nipples? Would you shiver, or would you moan as he played with them?

A gentle grope, that’s all. He just wants to lean over and grope your pretty body so bad if you’ll let him.

He shouldn’t have let his mind be strayed like that. Now he was actually hard and he had to take care of it.

“Gonna pop off to the bathroom, yeah?” He whispers, leaning down just enough so you’ll be able to hear him.

“Mhm, just passed my room, to the left.” You whisper back, looking at him briefly to see him nod before reverting your attention back to the movie.

Levi stands up the best he can without looking awkward, rushing off in the direction of your room. He shuts the door of the bathroom behind him with a deep exhale, leaning against the counter, almost mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do in your home.

The corner of his eye catches something, and all of a sudden, Levi feels like the luckiest man on Earth.

Your panties. Laying on the floor, near the shower.

You must have forgotten about them, he thinks. Or was this just another one of your ways to drive him insane? To make him hornier than he was before? You were tempting him, that had to be it.

He shouldn’t. Levi feels gross enough having to jerk off again thinking about you, the fact he was in your home making it even worse but… But it wouldn’t hurt right? It wouldn’t hurt to pick them up off the floor and use them to aid his fantasies… Right?

Levi’s not really sure when it happens, too driven by lust, but the next thing he knows, he has his sweatpants pooled against his feet, boxers pushed down to his mid thighs while one hand pumps his cock and the other holds your dirty panties.

He bites down on his lower lip harshly, making it plumper than usual. Levi fucks his hand desperately, imagining you bent over, panties pushed to the side as his cock plows in and out of your tight cunt rigourously. He’d make you feel so good, he knows he would, you’d be addicted to his cock.

He swears your his little temptress, innocent on the outside but fucking filthy on the inside. That’s why you’ve been so adamant on showing him your tits, right? That’s why your panties were on the floor. So you could tempt him. Filthy. You’re filthy.

It’s then when Levi starts thinking about fate. The world is so wild, so crazy. So small. Out of all the apartments in the city you could have picked, you chose the one he stayed in – And to top it all off, you were right next to him. It had to be fate. The world was telling him that you two were fated for each other, fated to be with each other one way or another. It warms his heart.

It might be sick and twisted of him to think that way, but it’s true. It’s fate.

Fate brought you back to Levi, and he couldn’t be happier.

Levi groans, eyebrows furrowed as he holds up your dirty panties to his nose and inhales the scent imprinted on it deeply.

His cock twitches, balls tightening and he knows he’s close. Without much thought, he opens your panties as best he can with one hand, letting his cum paint the middle of the fabric as his orgasm rushes over him, jaw slacking open. He wraps the cum covered panties around his cock, beginning to fuck into the soiled fabric, groaning at how it makes sloppy sounds. He imagines your cunt making the same noise as he fills you full of his cum. It’s only when his cock feels too sensitive, covered in a sheen layer of cum and your panties feel heavy with how they’ve soaked the liquid up, that he stops.

He cleans himself up in the bathroom, opting to shove your panties in the pocket of his sweats since he couldn’t leave it out for you to see, otherwise you’d know what he was really doing in the bathroom and he can’t have that. Quietly, he tiptoes back into the living room and takes a seat next to you, noticing how the movie’s almost done.

“You okay?” You question, giving Levi your undivided attention. “You were gone for a while.”

“Mhm. Just felt a little sick from all that buttery popcorn you made me eat.” He says, ruffling your hair as you mumble about how he “didn’t need to eat it”.

He smiles to himself, amused by how gullible you were as he lied straight through his teeth. You probably don’t even remember your panties lying on the bathroom floor, so you would never know what he did, and Levi likes it that way.

A rustling sound from outside snapped Levi out of his thoughts, and being the kind hearted man he was, he assumed it might be a cat. It’s not out of the ordinary for stray cats to be lingering around the building, often on the search for food Levi’s noticed. Either that or they just like to climb ten stories for no reason and walk along the railings. Levi doesn’t mind though, he finds it almost comforting to take care of them indirectly, ears perking up the second there are sounds outside his apartment, almost rushing to pull out the bag of cat food that’s stashed away in his pantry.

As he moved the curtains back and went to open the door, the sight he was met with was not a stray cat – In fact, it might have been better than a stray cat. It was you hanging up your washing. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to see you put up the washing, but today Levi wasn’t able to walk away, instead he wanted to watch you.

Levi held back a chuckle, recalling back to when you’d do the same thing back when you lived with your parents, always popping into the backyard and hanging up the wet clothes when the washing machine was done. He found it almost amusing seeing you peg your clothes up, being hit with a wave of nostalgia. The wind made your hair blow in the air, hips swaying side to side while you faintly hummed along to a tune Levi didn’t recognise – You had always been in love with music, finding new songs to listen to and he’s glad you haven’t changed in that aspect.

It was cute. You were cute.

You could have just turned on your dryer, every apartment had one. It was the 21st century after all, what person didn’t prefer to go down the easy route and shove things in a machine to dry clothes? You, apparently.

Levi gets far too lost in the way your hips sway, the dress stopping at your knees but the wind aids his perverted mind, blowing your dress up just a little so he could see your thighs and boy was it making his mind crazy. Your back was thankfully turned to him, so he could lean against the glass door and continue to stare, if you did happen to turn around, he could pull his curtains in and cover himself up. Levi was thankful to himself for the change of curtains too, they were darker, not those stupid lacy ones everyone was getting nowadays. They let too much light in, and besides, he wouldn’t be able to stare at you like he was doing if he had those lace ones, now would he?

He didn’t even realise when you went back inside, too busy being a sick pervert and obsessing over you. Levi finally sees the clothes you were hanging up now that you were out of the way though. A couple of shirts, some sweats, and those pretty little panties of yours.

He’d still kept the ones from last week, not bothering to wash them properly. They were just rinsed, being kept in the drawer of his bedside table so he could help himself with them when he needed (almost every night since you had invaded every inch of his brain).

Again, fate had to be behind all this. It had to have been, Levi must have saved someone's life in his previous life or something because once again, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

You mustn't have pegged your panties up properly, because a couple seconds after Levi started looking at your clothes, it drifted in the wind and landed on Levi’s balcony.

He was quick to pick them up and go back inside, closing the door, bringing them to his nose and inhaling like a fucking sicko. It was sweet, your fabric softener was sweet, like you. The smell suited you, made the fabric nice and soft. It was pretty, so lacy and see through that he’d be able to see your cunt if you were wearing them.

Levi put them out on a chair so they could dry, mentally reminding himself to put them away in his drawer later on since they’re his now.

Christmas Eve rolled around in the blink of an eye.

Levi finally had time off work and though having food at one another's place had become a regular occurance, Levi invited you over for a Christmas dinner at his, saying it was his turn to cook you a delicious meal after all the little baked goods and breakfasts you had made for him throughout the couple months you’d move in next door.

You’d wrapped his present up in the cutest wrapping paper you could find, little teddy bears dressed in red hats and scarfs. It was glittery, something Levi couldn’t stand since it was so hard to clean off, but the look in your eyes as he took it from your hands paired with the innocent smile you gave him… Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind glitter. Afterall, you’d worked so hard to wrap this, so neatly too, he couldn’t let you down now.

Levi’s cooking skills had definitely gotten much better, it was like you were eating out at a five star restaurant honestly. He shushed you up when you started gushing about it, saying he was so much better than you. He just said it was his mothers recipe, he had done nothing special apart from follow it.

It was a perfect night.

“All that food is catching up to me. Where’s your bathroom by the way?”

“Down the hallway on your right.”

“Be back, yeah?” You stood up, flattening your dress and making your way to the bathroom.

On your way back, you’d realised Levi’s window in his room was open, the cool breeze making the door creak a little and to avoid any slamming of doors, you went inside and closed the window. Sure, you should have asked before entering his room, but it was just for a brief couple of seconds.

At least, that’s all it should have been. Just a couple of seconds. You were meant to just close the door.

So, why were your legs frozen at the edge of Levi’s bed?

“No…” You mumble, shocked by what you were seeing in front of you.

At least five different kinds of underwear… Your underwear. You knew they were yours, one of the red laced ones you had bought just a couple weeks before, assuming you must have misplaced them or they must have blown away in the wind since it had been stormy that week.

That’s what you assumed happened with all your missing panties…

They’d just been misplaced…

But apparently not.

They were dirty too… Covered in liquid and you didn’t even want to think about what it could be, even though you knew. You 100% knew what they were covered in, and it made your stomach sick. Your heart sank into your stomach. There was no way this was Levi’s fault…

There is no way Levi has been keeping your underwear in his home…

No fucking way…

Then all of sudden, your vision went black.

The next time your eyes open, you're seated in a chair in a room you don’t recognise, hands and feet tied up, tape placed over your mouth. You can’t even bring yourself to scream, there’s honestly no point, instead silent tears fall from the corners of your eyes.

What the hell was happening…

“O-Oh, thank god. You’re awake…” Levi stumbles into the room, fear evident in his eyes as he looks at you.

But he’s met with you shaking your head, a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream coming from you.

“Hey. Listen, I won’t– I won’t do anything alright? Just let me take the tape off. That’s all, okay? Will you let me do that?” He’s uneasy when he asks and you just stare at him through blurry vision, blinking away the tears as he continues to stand still, waiting for an answer.

You reluctantly agree, nodding back at him, knowing– No, praying that your Levi from before is still there in him. This must be a misunderstanding. Yeah… That’s all it is, a misunderstanding, is what you keep repeating to yourself in your mind.

Levi sighs in relief, crouching down once he’s close enough. The way you flinch away from him almost breaks his heart into two, but he’s gentle. He’s thoughtful. Cautious with how he pulls the tape away from your mouth, rolling it up into a ball and tossing it to the side, looking back at you. “Are you alright?”

“Do I look ‘alright’ to you?” You snap, words harsh and your tone unpleasant. Levi can’t bring himself to say anything, instead just sighing once more and resting his hands on your thighs as he stays crouched down.

“I’m sorry…” Is all he can muster up. “I didn’t mean to do all this. To hurt you… It's just– I just panicked. I’m sorry, ____. Forgive me?” It’s only then you realise that he really did knock you out, that maybe your Levi, the one you knew from before, the one that was soft, kind in his weird little way, maybe your Levi wasn’t in there anymore.

“L-Levi please… Let me go. I want to go home. Please. I won’t t-tell anyone– About this, please. Undo these ropes. Please.”

Levi could only shake his head, hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Can’t. Can’t let you go.”

“W-Why! This– This isn’t right!”

“I know!” His voice was loud, booming, echoing through your ears. He’s never once raised his voice before at you– Hell, he’s never actually raised his voice this loud, ever. Not even when Hange was annoying the living daylights out of him. You were scared, fear pumping through your veins. Eventually, your eyesight went all blurry again, tears forming and falling onto the back of Levi’s hand while you sobbed.

“Shit– Don’t… Don’t cry. Baby, please. Don’t cry, you’re alright.” He was quick to cup your face, thumb wiping away the salty droplets. “I won’t hurt you again, okay?”

“Then why won’t you undo these stupid fucking ropes, Levi?! Let me go… Please.”

“I’m sorry… I just can’t.” You can’t bring yourself to argue with him more, head starting to throb where you were hit as you sob violently, eyes shut tightly in hopes that your head would stop hurting or at least dull the pain at least. If Levi was in pain for harming you before, seeing you cry, broke his heart even further.

“Let me make it up to you… Please.”

A small period of silence before you looked up, sniffling. “H-How…?” You question, hoping it’d be something good, something that would help you forgive him.

“Just… Just relax. Gonna make you feel good, you’ll forgive me after that, yeah?” You tensed as you felt his hands inch further up your dress, breath hitching in your throat.

“L-Levi?”

“It’s okay. ‘M making it up to you.” He whispers, using his strength and bunching the dress up at your waist, leaving your bottom half exposed for him to ogle at. “Relax for me, okay? You know I’d never hurt you.”

You weren’t really sure if that was the case anymore… But it’s not like you were in any position to argue with him, seeing as you were currently restricted in one place and he was free to move around. “Levi… Not– Now how you should be making i-it up t’me…”

“Shhh. You’ll feel good.” He knows you feel scared, which is why he’s touching softly, like you’re made of glass. Like you’re fragile. In a way you are, your heart is delicate right now, you’re hurt because of him and he needs to make you feel better. His fingers play with the hem of your panties, one hand spreading your legs as far as they can go despite the ropes still on your ankles.

“Levi–!” You yelp, feeling the band of your underwear snap back into place rather harshly. He gets your mind off the sting of pain though, mouth peppering kisses to your inner thighs, not missing the way your thighs shake as he moves closer to your core, the fluffy strands of hair brushing against your skin making goosebumps appear.

“You’re so pretty, ‘n all mine.” He murmurs. You cringe at his words audibly, and Levi furrows his brows. You were his. You just didn’t realise it yet. The universe did this, fate did this. It was no coincidence you became neighbours after so long, it was fate. You were his, and he was yours. He’d get you to admit it one way or another.

Levi’s fingers toyed with your panties again, though this time he moved them aside, exposing your pussy to him for the first time. He was at loss for words, just staring at how wet you had already become and all he did was kiss your thighs. Maybe a part of you liked how useless you were, all tied up as he kneeled in between your thighs. For the first time after months and months upon imagining how your cunt looked, he’d finally seen it, and it did not disappoint. You were an angel to him. Prettiest cunt he’d ever seen, and it belonged to his favourite girl.

Ample amount of slick was seeping from your middle, almost like your cunt was drooling, and he couldn’t let it go to waste. So Levi’s tongue darted out, flattening it against your folds, slipping right in between them with a groan, and he licked up, curling the muscle slightly so he was able to catch more of your arousal on it. The tip of his tongue brushed against your clit so perfectly, it had your nails digging into your palms. It wasn’t right… This isn’t how you thought he’d apologise… But you didn’t want it to stop either.

“Hhng– L-Levi.” You spluttered, voice airy, feeling the warmth of his tongue subsiding too quickly.

“Taste even better than I thought it would.” He sneers, and without missing another beat, he dives right back in. Wet sounds echoed through the air as he ate you out, a mixture of spit from Levi and your slick coating the bottom half of his mouth. His movements were sloppy, almost rushed, like he had been starved for so long. Despite how scrambled his tongue was, it still made your brain frantic. It felt so good, you couldn’t remember the last time someone had put in this much effort to make you feel good, that’s probably why Levi’s tongue felt so heavenly between your folds.

You start to twitch above him, and Levi flicks his eyes open, noting how your mouth was open and moans poured out. You were close, that much he could tell. He doesn’t move away, letting his tongue flicker against your nub and going to suck on it to help you reach your high. If you could, your hands would be tangled in his blackened hair tightly, pushing him in even deeper.

“L-Lev– I’m gonna–” You couldn’t even warn him, not that he really wanted to be warned in the first place. Your body went limp as you came on his tongue, trembling slightly as he continued to draw the tip of his tongue up and down your clit to overstimulate you.

You whimpered, trying to move your hips away to get him to stop but his hands gripped your waist, holding you in place easily. “Quit runnin’. ‘M trying to make it up to you, baby.” Vibrations from his voice went straight to your clit as he mumbled the words out.

“‘S too much–!”

“C’mon.” He coos, pulling back to look at you. You can see the way his face is wet. He licks his lips, swallowing while maintaining eye contact. His thumb replaces his tongue, rubbing your nub in small circles to keep you stimulated and shaking. “You can take it. I know you can. You’ve always been so good to me.” He speaks, not giving you much time to say anything as two fingers prod and press against your slick hole.

He relishes in the way you give up so easily, once again falling limp before your hips start to chase his fingers with quiet whines. “More…”

“Okay, baby, okay. Relax for me.” He chuckles, dipping the tips of both digits into your slippery cunt. “S-Shit…” Levi gulps audibly. “Tight… So fuckin’ tight. How’s my cock gonna fit in here, huh?”

“D-Dunno… I– Ahh…” With a mewl, your back arches, Levi’s fingers stretching you open little by little before they fit nice and snug in your clenching walls, buried knuckle deep. It’s pitiful the way you sob for more and at the same time, for less. It feels like too much, his fingers are so much thicker than yours, and it’s been far too long since you’ve touched yourself like this. Your mind is going hazy as your eyes flutter shut once Levi withdraws his fingers. But he pushes them both back in with so much force, in the best way possible. You’re crying, this time begging for more.

His constant movements, in and out, in and out, digits reaching so deep inside you that your stomach starts to form a knot again, walls clenching. He lets you cum again, this time just stimulating your gspot, curling his fingers in just right that you fall apart. You’re so beautiful like this, he can tell you’re close to losing your mind, your eyes looking almost empty from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Levi lets you breathe, pulling out his fingers once you’ve ridden out your orgasm. You look down at him, eyes clouded.

“So good f’me.” He whispers, straightening himself up, holding his slick and cream coated fingers to your mouth. He gives your lips a little tap, only to be met with a whine from you. “Open up baby? Y’got my fingers all messy. Gotta clean up, yeah?”

And when he’s met with no response, he prys your mouth open. Other hand coming to pull your jaw open so he could push his fingers onto your tongue. “Have you gone dumb already?” He questions. You only blink at him, lips closing around his digits as you whimper, tongue cleaning up your mess. Levi smiles, giving your forehead a kiss and pulls out his fingers that are now coated in your spit.

“Levi…” You speak up, voice quiet and airy, so innocent that it makes his cock twitch. “Want… Want more.”

“More?”

“You. ‘M want you… Need you. Please?”

“What do you need? Can you use those big girl words for me or are you too dumb to think that much?” You shake your head, albeit on the verge of losing your mind, you did your best to speak up.

“Cock, need your cock. Wanna be full. Please Levi, need your cock.”

He swears under his breath, almost cumming on the spot while he hears you beg for him, for more of him. “Gonna undo these ropes, okay? You won’t run away from me, will you?”

“No! No, ‘m not gonna do that. Not gonna run away, need you. Need you, Levi. Won’t leave you.” You thrashed around in your seat a little, eyes tearing up at the mere thought of running away from the male after he made you feel so good, and he was willing to give you more too. Why would you ever run away from that?

Levi’s heart doubled in size. You needed him… You won’t leave him. That’s what he wanted, that’s what he wanted you to admit. It’s exactly what he wanted to hear from you. His eyes almost form into hearts, holding your face in his hands so delicately, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “Sit still for me.”

He makes quick work on the ropes around your ankles and wrists, making sure to pepper the redness in kisses, mumbling out sorry’s like his life depended on it. You sat still, just like he wanted. You were so obedient, so pliant, Levi felt so lucky in that moment.

With a brain as hazy and faded as yours, you didn’t realise when you had made it to his bedroom, back on his mattress as he held himself above your body. The corner of your eye picked up your stolen underwear, sitting where you had seen them earlier, on the corner of the bed. But this time you didn’t care that Levi had stolen them, that he had used them for his sick fantasies. You were too dumbed down and too driven by lust to care. It actually made your pussy throb this time, knowing that he was getting off to you, that he was so needy he needed to use something of yours, something so intimate and lewd as panties.

You pawed at his chest, tugging on the shirt he had on. “Levi, please fill me up. Need it.”

“I know, baby. Be patient, you’ll get what you want.” Levi’s hands trail over your body, resting on your ribcage. “Will you let me touch these pretty tits first?”

He’d been eyeing your chest for so long now, for so many months. That’s what started his obsession with you in the first place, and now he was just a couple of centimetres away from finally being able to touch them like he’s always wanted.

You don’t respond verbally, instead, pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Levi takes advantage of it, tugging the middle of it down just enough to have your tits spilling out of it. No bra either. Fuck. He thinks he loves you.

At once, Levi’s mouth is sucking on one nipple, tongue brushing across it to make it hard, teeth coming to bite down on the hardened nub so harshly it draws a sob from you. He’s so into it, almost like he’s trying to get more of your tit into his mouth, moaning and groaning around the flesh while his hand gropes the other, pinching and pulling the nipple. When he finally pulls back after what feels like hours, your chest is painted in blossoming hickies. All marked up. For him.

“Off, please. These… Off.” You palm his cock over his pants. You had tried your hardest to be patient but you can’t take it anymore, you need to feel him. All of him.

Levi’s too impatient to pull them off properly, instead just undoing the buttons and tugging them down to his knees along with his boxers. His hands find your thighs, spreading them apart to look at your folds, all slick and visibly throbbing.

He lets a glob of spit fall from his lips, landing on your clit with a small slap, and he waits for it to trail down to your folds, using the head of his cock to rub it against your hole. “Can’t wait longer Levi. Now, give it to me now. Plea–” Your mouth opens in an ‘o’, eyes practically rolling back into your head as Levi finally pushes his thick cock into your aching cunt.

You fall silent, too far gone, overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out so much after so long. Cunt clamping around his cock so hard Levi swears your walls are cutting off circulation, and as he bottoms out, balls pressed against your ass, you get impossibly tighter. It’s almost like your cunt wants to keep him buried there.

“S-Shit… You’re… S’fucking tight– Holy shit, baby.” He groans from above you, biting his lip as he tries to pull his hips back, and he barely gets an inch of his cock out before pushing right back in and earning a sweet whimper from you. “Baby, gotta loosen up. Fuckin’ cunts too tight… Can’t– Can’t move.”

“Can’t… Too much– Cock ‘s too big, Levi I– Ahh–”

Levi grits his teeth as you tighten around him again. “You gotta.” With a sharp inhale, he brings the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles around it to help you get used to the feeling, and after a minute or so, your cunt finally releases the grip on his cock just enough to let him draw his hips back.

It doesn’t take long for Levi to start up at a rigorous pace, but he just can’t help it. You feel so good around his cock, this is all he ever wanted. “Feels s’good baby, doin’ s’ well f’me.” He mumbles, words coming out harshly, almost drowned out by how hard his hips slam against your own. Sounds of skin hitting skin fill the room, and you’re so damn wet your arousal has dripped down to the crevice of your ass, even coating Levi’s balls, making a sloppy sound every couple of seconds.

If you were dumb before, you had no brain now. His cock hit places so deep inside you, places you didn’t even know existed before, he fucked you so hard, so deep, with every thrust your tits bounced harshly. They were starting to hurt with how hard he was fucking into you, nails digging into the flesh of your waist as he hoisted your legs up, pressing them to your chest as he presses you into a mating press. You swear the tip of his cock is hitting your cervix with every thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck–” He grunts, plowing into you, growling as your nails start to leave scratch marks down his biceps and shoulders. “G’nna make you all mine. Y’know that you belong to m-me, yeah baby? Only me. Mine. Fate made you mine.”

“Mhmm, ‘m yo– Ah! Yours! Jus’ yours… Levi, ‘m yours.” You’re wailing at this point, sobbing, covered in tears and snots running down your nose, babbling on about his cock, about how you’re his. Levi’s proud, and he leans down to press his lips to your forehead, not missing a beat with his thrusts.

It’s not even shocking to him when you cum around his cock suddenly, going silent as your body twitches and shivers underneath him. You let out a shaky sigh, overstimulation catching up to you rather quickly since Levi kept fucking you through your high. “‘S okay, stay s-still. Quit runnin’ away– Gonna cum soon baby, jus’ a little longer.” He grits out, pinning your body down with ease.

“I-Inside… Inside, Levi. Cum inside me.”

If he wasn’t so close to you right now, Levi would have missed what you said, you were so quiet, voice tiny and frail.

“Fuu–uck.” It was long and drawn out, orgasm rolling over him only a couple seconds after you uttered those words. Hips stilling, pressed right against the deepest spot inside you.

He sighs softly after his orgasm passes, letting his fingers trace your eyelids. You let them open, looking up at Levi with a dazed look, a dumb smile plastered on your face as you feel how utterly full you are now. Full of cock and cum.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” He asks, voice hushed, hand cupping your cheek. “Who owns you?”

“You, Levi, ‘m all yours now. Forever ‘n ever.”

He laughs, pressing his lips to yours for the first time that night. It’s sloppy, messy and rushed. He kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel you like this, even though it isn’t. Cause you admitted you’re his, and he was gonna keep it that way.

Levi pulls back for air, panting against your mouth, not fazed by how your hot breaths mingled with one another. “Mine, my dumb baby. All mine.”

You two were fated to be together, and Levi’s never going to let you go.

tagging : @leyyvi | @fairyfuyu <3

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CFWC Writer of the Month: Angelasscribbles

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @angelasscribbles ​! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! Writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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How do you want to be known on Tumblr?  Angela

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played? 

Back in 2017ish, I played The Freshman series, all of it, without spending a single diamond! (I looked up the diamond scenes on youtube, shhh). I started multiple games trying to diamond mine but kept wanting to actually play them, so I ended up deleting the app and forgetting about it. Fast forward to 2020, the pandemic was in full swing, we were stuck at home, and I was bored. I reinstalled the app and played Rules of Engagement. I spend diamonds. I married Leo. I moved on to TRR because I read that the prince in question was Leo’s brother. 

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I went to Reddit to feed my choices addiction, so does that count? I was on there end of 2020, I’d guess. Everyone was discussing how PB hinted at a polyamorous ending for TRR but didn’t deliver. Then someone said there was poly fanfic out there, and I was like, where? I hit google and ended up on Tumblr sometime in 2021.

3- How did you pick your url name? 

So this is a funny story! When my kids were little, a town we live near, Mckinney, used to have a huge weekend-long extravaganza downtown the weekend after Thanksgiving called A Dickens of a Christmas. One of the big attractions was the train that ran around the square. It was hosted by the local magic shop, but the line, and the wait, was always very long. To keep everyone entertained, they had performers. There was a man on stilts who somehow ended up in some weird rivalry with my then eight-year-old son. I can’t remember how it started, but when one would see the other, they’d point and scream, “BAH HUMBUG!” There were people hula hooping with glow-in-the-dark hoops, and there was a magician. So one night, we are standing in line, and the magician comes over to us and is doing card tricks. He asked my then eight-year-old son (same kid, yeah, he makes friends wherever we go lol) to pull a card. He did. Then he handed him a pen and told him to write his name on it. Now my son is extremely dyslexic and struggled a lot with reading and writing. He tried to decline and hand it back, but the magician insisted. Finally, Todd takes the pen and scribbles on the card, and hands it back. The magician looks at it and says, “This is your name?” My son says, “My name is Todd.” The man replies, “Your name is Todd Scribbles?” Which sent him and me and the rest of my kids into a fit of giggles. He called him Todd Scribbles for the rest of the night. He did the magic trick of shuffling the cards and still pulling Todd’s card, then he gave it to him, and he brought it home and hung it up. His siblings called him Todd Scribbles forever. When I made my WordPress blog, I wanted something cute and memorable for the title. I remembered Todd Scribbles. And I thought scribbles are writing. I’m writing. These are my scribbles. Angela’s Scribbles. I stole his name. He was fine with it. When I came to Tumblr, I just stuck with the blog name I was already using on WordPress. 

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog. 

It was a one-shot called First Date. It’s TRR book one, the night before the Beaumont bash when Liam asks MC on his first real date. After the date, he walks her back to her room, and they are making out in the hallway when they hear a noise and pull apart. Who was it? They had no servants, and Bertrand and Max knew Liam was there. I always HC it was Drake, inadvertently stumbling upon them. So I wrote that night from his POV.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since February of 2021 technically. I posted First Date, another one shot titled Confrontation, and the four chapters of The Proposal between February and March 2021, as well as some Ride or Die chapters, to the sound of crickets. I left and ignored Tumblr until August 2021. I really am not sure why I came back, but I decided to try again. My original idea was to write what happened at Ramsford during those three weeks between book 1 and book 2. I posted the first chapter of Three Weeks in Ramsford on August 1st, 2021, and never looked back.

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

The Royal Romance

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

My first series was Three Weeks at Ramsford. I definitely think I’d write it better now, I’ve grown as a writer. Also, I now wish I’d gone with my original idea of having Drake show up in person, not just smuggle a letter and a cell phone to her. 

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Bad Romance, hands down.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but could use a little more love?

Bad Romance. I expected people to lose their minds, and they did, just not in the way I expected. It was supposed to be a one-shot and was a direct pushback against the notion that some of my characters were toxic. Basically, I was like, you wanna see toxic? Here, hold my beer! Everyone begged for more, and the first several chapters were really just me trying to see how toxic and messed up I could make everything/everyone. Then somewhere along the way, these characters started whispering motivations and desires to me, and everything changed. I ended up with a still lil toxic but pretty cool, fully functioning, open, honest, and loving polycule.

For the second part of the question, maybe Leo and Liv. I put Leo and Liv together in a one-shot randomly but then loved them together and started a series just for them. But to be fair, I haven’t gotten very far with it. It keeps getting pushed to the side for other projects. 

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 

Why would you ask me that? Aaagghh, what a difficult choice! If I’m forced to choose, I guess it would have to be angst. I can’t live without emotion. Emotion drives everything, including the fluff and the smut, right? Angst is where you get to showcase the emotion.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Of course. I think we all do this. I have said frequently, too many people, that while no version of MC is me, there are pieces of me in every version of her. 

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

This keeps changing. When I first started writing fanfiction, I was like, “Write smut? Oh no! I could never! It would be too awkward!” Now I’m like, “You want a threesome? BDSM? Just another Tuesday, ho hum.” Then it was humour. I remember the first time I sat down to write something to purposely make people laugh. It was a lot of work, but it paid off. Then I wrote an entire one-shot that was humour. It was still a lot of work. Then I wrote an entire miniseries that was humour and it became easier and easier the more I did it. Practice makes perfect. I never thought I could do tragedy either. I could not bear to hurt my characters like that. Now I think I’ve killed off almost everyone at some point or another. My biggest struggle is neglecting current projects when new ideas occur to me.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Yes. Heir Apparent and Leo and Liv. Also, my original novel that has been woefully neglected, even though it’s only a few chapters away from completion. 

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first? Yes. And I already have. Two of my friends have read most of my stuff. I recommended they start with Bad Romance because it’s my favorite, and they did.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing? So many. I was a huge Stephen King fan as a teenager/young adult, and I devoured his books. Consequently, my first few short stories were horror. Anne Rice likewise fed my love of the supernatural, and not just Interview with a Vampire (though it was great), but the rest of her vampire books, as well as Taltos and the rest of the Witches of Mayfair series. Deborah Harkness and her Discovery of Witches are partially to blame for my obsession with witches. I also read copious amounts of fantasy and sci-fi. Marion Zimmer Bradley stands out for turning a well-known story on its head. Changing literally none of the major details we all know and love about the King Arthur story (Mists of Avalon) and somehow, at the same time, making it into a completely different story! (helped with my love of a good plot twist). Also notable are Orson Scott Card (Ender's Game, Seventh Son), Robert Heinlein (Stranger in a Strange Land), Ben Bova (Endless Universe), and Issac Asimov (I, Robot. Robots of Dawn). As a child, Marguerite Henry wrote books about horses that were achingly beautiful to me, particularly Misty of Chincoteague. Louisa May Alcott (Little Women) and Margaret Mitchell (Gone with the Wind) for epic, heart-wrenching storytelling. Sheri S. Tepper captured my attention as a teen with Maven Manyshaped and again as an adult with The Gate to Women’s Country, fostering my fixation of addressing issues of inequality and ingrained sexism in my work. I love a good mystery, and Sharyn McCrumb writes them with all the majestic beauty of Appalachia as a backdrop and liberal amounts of supernatural suspense. The Dark Part of the Forest by Holly Black delighted me for flipping the script, putting the prince in a magical sleep in a glass coffin in the woods, and having the girl hero run around with a sword. At some point, I moved on to paranormal romance. I had never been a romance reader, but these books took me by storm. My favorite authors in that genre are Charlaine Harris, Kim Harrison, and Laurell K. Hamilton. I have read everything all three of them have ever written. If you want polyamory on steroids, you can’t go wrong with Laurell K. Hamilton; she makes my Bad Romance gang look positively sweet, innocent, and vanilla. Let’s not forget the master of poetry and horror alike (according to me anyway), Edgar Allan Poe. He’s the reason I started writing poetry. My favorite poem is by him; it’s called Alone. And of course, The Raven and The TellTale Heart. I am beyond positive I’m leaving some out. 

As far as other fanfic writers go, I strive to be as funny as @harleybeaumont, as angsty  @burnsoslow as tragically beautiful as @dcbbw as evocative as @txemrn for my Drake to have as much swagger and sex appeal as @karahalloway and for my Leo to be as funny and endearing as @queenrileyrose. 

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series? 

I think Savage Love would make a good action movie. I think Bad Romance would make a good series, like a modern-day Game of Thrones meets Bridgerton.

17- Do you write original stories? 

Yes. My WordPress blog is full of flash fiction, poetry, essays, and one of my original short stories. The rest of my short stories are waiting for me to either submit them to online fiction publications or publish them myself as a collection of short stories. I have three original novels in progress, one is almost complete. My original work is mostly horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance.

18 -  What other hobbies do you have?

Reading. Photography. Camping/Hiking. Live music/sports. Collecting books (related to, but different from reading). Acting.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji? 

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I guess if you’re interested in my personal life, I can tell you that I have seven children I can claim by birth or adoption and five more that I have partially raised for some amount of time spanning from six months to seven years, making a total of 12 children that have come through my home over the years. My husband and I have been married for twenty years; we live on a small farm in Texas, where we raise chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese, and goats currently (we used to raise hogs as well). We have four dogs, two cats, a couple of bearded dragons, two snakes, and run a turtle rehab. We have a couple of box turtles and many aquatic turtles of different types. My 17-year-old (Todd Scribbles lol) is a fierce advocate for them and is the reason all our friends and family now stop to help turtles cross roads (safely and correctly, of course!). Three of my kids play volleyball competitively and are stupid good at it, they did not get that athletic ability from me. I love playing sports but am generally uncoordinated. My favorite sport is baseball, my favorite team is, of course, the Texas Rangers, and the greatest pitcher of all time was Nolan Ryan, and this is the reason my Drake’s middle name is Nolan. 

I sometimes process grief through my writing. When I wrote Maximum Damage, I didn’t plan it, but when I got to that part, Maxwell received the same injuries and recovery time as my oldest son did when he had his car accident. I have also lost loved ones to suicide, so writing that scene was hard as well. I wrote Betrayal after coming home from a memorial service and watching my nephew grieve for his wife. When I wrote Almost, again, it wasn’t planned, but when I got to the end, some of my own emotions about fear of losing a child came into play. Our youngest child is not biologically ours, and we have had to fight for her. We lost. She was ripped away and then given back. It’s why TRH 3 was so hard for me to get through and why I will never write MC losing custody of her child for even two minutes. 

Just because I don’t want to end on a sad note, I need to tell ya’ll more stuff, lol. I was in the Army, I went to Texas A&M for undergrad and got my master's at Texas Woman’s University. When I lived in Laredo, we used to walk across the Rio Grande into Mexico on the weekends to go shopping. I have lived in Texas most of my life, but I did live in Arizona in a hippie commune when I was four. Yes, my mother was a flower child. She had a white mustang covered in those flowers you stick to the bottom of the tub. The car’s name was flower. After my mom remarried, we lived in Oklahoma at Fort Sill (I was an Army brat).  I ran off to Ohio briefly at some point, and I spent ten days in New York City with a theatre group. I love musical theatre though I cannot sing. I was a theatre kid in high school and have done community theatre as an adult. I worked for over twenty years as a child development expert and only recently quit. I’m still figuring out what I want to do next. I worked for Half Price Books for two years in college, and it was a really fun job. My coworkers were all writers, artists, and musicians. I developed my love for live music by going to my manager's gigs on the weekends. Now I’m boring and never go anywhere but volleyball with my kids. I’m a raging night owl and have moderate to severe ADHD, which explains how I write so much. It’s a current hyper fixation. It’s also the reason I tend to overshare. Sorry. 

Ok, that’s probably way more than anyone wanted or needed to know! Let me end by saying how much I love this fandom. I have met some really amazing people here!

[elevenmonsterart]

Gotta vent rq before I sleep,

Laughing Jack was one of my first every character obsessions I ever drew when I was oh so young. I was ousted and considered weird for it more than I already was being both different naturally and as an undiagnosed neurodivergent. I weaponized being called weird sure as a comedic defense, but still took a toll on me and how people saw me, even amongst the few kids who liked or I got into Creepypasta often weren't real friends and still concluded I was weirder than weird. Later years I was deeply shamed and learned to hide my enjoyment of most things and my art, for the most part, I had stopped drawing him for nearly 5ish years.

This character was and is a major comfort to me regardless of what people said, something about the design, stuck with and embraced me throughout all my years, he was my imaginary friend for a few years to the point I introduced him to a few therapists. I didn't have anyone I actually felt safe with, so this character was that for me.

Confession:

Cw: sa mention

If you cannot or do not wish to read a mention of that, please jump to the APPRECIATION part at the bottom of this post.

Now, to start, as someone who was a survivor of really bad things of a similar-same nature as only a child, just mention of it the word or abbreviation can hurt, so all I will say beyond that, is I stand with the survivors of the original writer of LJ. But even if I wasnt a survivor the same kind of crime, is that I do not and will not ever support anything the original creator of the story, this character is now and has been public domain for years. But I feel I need to address my past behavior of which I am not proud of and sad I did not know better as a child with unrestricted internet access.

Now, lets get into it..

I used to enjoy LJ's creator a lot, and was silent mutuals on some platforms when I was a very young minor, and listened to all his podcasts, drew fanart for the podcasts but I never sent it. I even had texted his aparently at the time girlfriend when the first accusations of only hitting on random teens came out. I was a very naive preteen and glad I never got to close.

I do not support Laughing Jacks creator one bit, I've grown as a person, I've remembered things he has said, learned the new bad things I won't go into that have came out. It really partially shed light to why he kept deleting and creating new projects with new people constantly.

Sure his voice for the character was great and it really latched me into obsessing over the character, yes. But so were many other freelance voice actors I liked. Nowadays I bet there are really good voice actors today but I haven't heard em yet.

I remember a lot of things lj's creator has said sadly. Especially knowing what I do now. And how I used to think no less as a young kid.

One that the character he basically considers free domain and doesn't associate with it, and is not the same as his "laughing jack" or some shit like that.

Not to endorse anything ljs writer said, but it helps me with the legal guilt nowadays greatly disliking the writer of lj and thought it might others ever worrying about it being the same as writers, or internet laws idk, ik it helps me not feel like I might get magically sued even tho he no longer is on the internet hopefully. I am a very anxious person who overthinks these things and incase anyone is like me, that this brings comfort to use the, our character.

Conclusion to this section: Making our LJ a public and separate creation from his, (all years before the worst things had come out or happened) because he disliked what the fandom had done and distorted his "vision". Throwing our fandom lj to us, the fandom, was the only real good thing he has ever done.

Appreciation to you all, & the meat on the bone:

With such an awful original/first writer/creator of this character. It means the world that we have and continue to retake this character as ours, the fandoms.

It's why I love seeing everyone here actually make super detailed, and/or fun, well written, actually passionate(even if casually so), artists who either have for awhile or recently have enjoyed the character enough to draw him this much.

I love it all so much, it means so much to see and that this character can still bring so much joy. I care for all the so many different takes, rewrites, ships, interactions and interpretations, redesigns, au's, cosplays, everything, anything, all of it.

It deeply makes me feel not alone in something I enjoyed for nearly 11 years now, I think the story was only a year old or so when I first found it.

I thank you all, and I hope to draw more if you'll let me.

I hope this message reinstates you're right to the character we hold near and dear is ours, the fandoms.

Old Laughing Jack Sketch from a few months ago, I drew it on a very bumpy bus ride as are most of my traditional works, I hope it is enjoyable.

[slothgiirl]

the spy part 1(keith x reader)

8k. explicit content. while on medical leave reader meets the red paladin of voltron during the war against Zarkon.

The corridors are well lit. It’s like being in a brand new hospital, this ship in the rebel fleet. 

People hustle around, landing, taking off in smaller ships to distant planets. Your hand goes to your arm. The medic had given you a movement’s leave, so you were resting for now on this ever moving ship. 

Outside the widows, you spy an assortment of ships, each one’s origins clear from the design. So many planets, so many peoples banding together against Zarkon. You’d win the war. 

It was what you kept telling yourself. 

You would. 

It was just a matter of time.

You round the corner, stretching your arm across your chest, a simple form of physical therapy in deep space. You hadn’t seen earth since being deployed. The galaxy garrison seemed like a dream from another life. You had been on track for the chemistry department, long term missions to mars to analyze soil and dust, not this, not a war. You take a breath. 

And spot the Red Paladin. 

He’s one of the most recognizable people in the universe, and his grungy hair and distinctive outfit does him no favors. You’d never seen him before, not in the flesh. Sure. Voltron had saved your ass a handful of times. You wouldn’t have survived the assault on Arrakis if Voltron hadn’t rammed the shield. Trapped. Piloting a fighter craft that was closer to a mosquito irritating the Galra then pushing them back.

But you hardly knew him.

He’s gripping the railing tightly, trying to camouflage into the wall as an alien with crystalline blue skin and hair like saturated indigo leans into him. 

The line of his shoulders is taut, brittle. 

You don’t even think. 

“There you are,” you force yourself to be synthetically cheerful as you smile easily at the paladin, who you realize quickly you don’t know his name but you know what he is and that must be an awful feeling, being so recognizable without being known. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” you lied, elbowing the blue alien out of the way. You could never tell much from a single glance at themis species despite their largely humanoid appearance. 

You put your hand on his arm loosely, “come on, we’re late enough and you know how annoyed the others get.” Good, that seemed convincing enough. 

The red paladin’s eyes go wide, his mouth a grimace and it’s then that you notice the feverish flush to his skin. 

But he doesn’t pull away or argue. 

You ignore the alien and decide small talk was the way to go until you put some distance, “I’m kind of hurt you didn’t come visit me while I was healing,” you stick close to the truth, “but since it only took an hour? a varga? for me to heal I won’t hold it against you.” He’s too warm.

Maybe the space flu?

Was that even a thing?

You weren't sure. 

Mostly, you snuck into work camps and blew up strategic targets using whatever you could get your hands on to make a bomb. The chemistry came in handy. 

He sways as he walks, looking like your roommate at the garrison after a few too many hits after an exam. “Do I know you?”

You flush, embarrassed. “Sorry, I just,” you look back, but the alien’s been left a couple turns back, “you looked uncomfortable.” You take a step back, letting go of him. “Are you okay?” 

His expression furrows, mouth a pinched line as he goes from suspicious to annoyed, takes a u-turn back to suspicious as he studies you, before relaxing. “Yeah. yeah. . .who are you?”

You introduce yourself, taking on the meaningless garrison designation at the end, “technically second year member, though I’ve been with the runners mostly.” No designation more than a number. 

“You do look human,” he replies simply, moving to get a look at your ears, “not many of those out here.”

“And yet somehow the sentries always look the other way,” you muse, “not very bright. I’m almost convinced the Empire’s in it’s failing bureaucracy days.” 

He winces, before deadpanning, “eh, I don’t know how useful a lion is against the DMV.” 

You laugh. 

He takes slow deliberate breaths, steadying himself, “I’m Keith.”

“Seriously though, do you need to see a medic?” He looked in serious need of a tylenol. The ships were usually crisp, you wore a jacket most of the time to stave off the permanent chill. 

Keith shakes his head, chewing his lip before meeting your gaze with an intense concentration in his violet eyes, as if he was gauging how much titrant he could add before hitting the endpoint and if half a drop was worth the risk. “I’m just. . .going through something.”

“Anyone I can call for you?” You weren't about to abandon him here. Sure, he was a paladin and could probably look after himself. But you couldn’t in good conscience walk away. 

He swallows, looking down for a moment and you are startled to find how much you miss his attention boring into you with the loveliest eyes you’d ever seen. 

“No,” Keith replies mulishly as he jerks away from you. “I’m fine.”

Which was a total lie. It was obvious he wasn’t feeling well but you weren’t about to get on his case. You were sure he had people for that. He wasn’t some random soldier in arms with you that you watched out for and hoped not to have to watch die. 

You swallow the bitter thought away, crossing your arms over your chest.

Leaning back against the hall, you watch evenly as Keith stumbles, catching himself on the wall. His mouth is a drawn line of determination. 

You didn’t understand why. 

There was aid here. It wasn’t the same as crawling through cramped mining tunnels and swallowing back pain forcing yourself to work through it until the mission was accomplished. 

“Do you need help,” you ask.

“No.” He leans a hand against the wall.

You raise a brow, wondering if he would pass out for whatever weird space flu he had clearly caught and you could only hope it was nothing like the infections that ran rampant in the work camps, or if he would give in and accept your offer of help. The former seemed more likely. 

You don’t ditch him though, focusing your attention on the porthole to the stars. 

There was no rush: no reason to help him by force. People didn’t learn if you babied them you’d caught on quick back on earth during your tutoring hours. You had to let them fall and smash their face in sometimes. 

So you stay, watching the stars.

Keith makes no move to take another step. 

It still got you, looking out into the vastness of space and realizing this really was your life now, you were out here, further than you’d ever dreamed. Everywhere you looked, novel stars, distant planets teaming with life. You could have done without the war, but it was what it was. 

“And here I thought Mars would be the furthest I’d go,” you comment more to yourself than Keith. 

The red paladin makes a small sound of acknowledgement. 

“Earth’s, or was, at the beginning of our space age. People had barely begun to live on the research bases on Mars,” you watch him out of the corner of your eye in case he really does pass out, “so no Star Trek for me but now I’m here.” 

“There’s a war going on.”

You turn over to look at him, sort of annoyed because yeah you got that, spent enough time in the trenches without a fancy lion spaceship, but the bubbling annoyance dissipates when you see the upturned corners of his mouth. Keith was teasing you. 

Shifting your weight, you add, “yeah well, instead of being a footnote in a Mars base’s history I’ll be a footnote in this war instead.” Gallows humor. You needed a lot of that when regularly infiltrating camps and posing as a slave, as a prisoner, the bottom of the barrel that wouldn’t get a second glance from the Galra soldiers. 

He frowns. “I don't think anyone’s just a footnote.”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.” Keith looks away.

You feel bad. “It’s probably better not to be so cynical,” you muse, “but it’s like the vice president thing, no one remembers them unless the president gets assassinated.” God you couldn’t help how dark your humor could veer even when trying to be positive. 

He looks over at you, head tilted, considering. Despite being standoffish, Keith was easy to read unlike the slick space pirates you’d encountered. 

You meet his gaze head on. 

“I might need some help,” he allows. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth. “If you’re sure,” you utter, regarding him carefully and unable to keep the teasing from your voice. You shouldn’t. You barely knew him and what little you’d learned made it clear he wouldn’t take well to your teasing. 

War made quick brothers out of everyone. 

But Keith held himself afar.

A questioning glance danced in his uniquely violet eyes as he tried to get a read on you. “I am.” 

You nod, stepping besides him and wrapping an arm around his waist. You were always caught by surprise by how heavy a grown adult could be. And depending on the alien. . .

He takes a step, still holding himself afar from you, barely resting any weight on you. His muscles were stiff under your touch, back rigid that matched the uncomfortable look on his chiselled features. 

You follow his lead. 

At Keith’s sedate pace, it would take quite a while before you dropped him off where you needed to go. Being personable was part of being a leader or it’d lead to mutiny. Not that you had ever gotten that far. The Galaxy Garrison had slapped the graduation badge on your uniform and sent you into space. 

You scrabble for familiar territory, earth and the garrison. The Black Paladin was a Garrison member returned from the grave. Rumor had it all the paladins were garrison deserters. 

Veronica McCain did share a familiar resemblance with the blue paladin. It was probably true. 

“I attended the Garrison campus at Guiana,” you offer. “I was hoping for Texas or Florida to be closer to home, but I didn’t test into pilot or engineer.” 

Keith makes a sound in the back of his throat. 

Even through the fabric of his uniform, he felt warm. How anybody could be warm in such cold halls was anybody’s guess. A permanent chill had sunk its way into your bones. You missed the humid heat of Guiana. 

“It was nice though. The jungle was pretty close and it was always hot,” you tell him. “I thought I wouldn’t miss the humidity, step outside and it was like having just showered but I do. These ships have to be at 15 C.” 

“Texas is hot too.” Keith utters quietly. 

“Isn’t the desert cold at night though,” you ask, already knowing the answer. It had been basic earth science. 

“Yeah. It is.” There’s longing in his voice. You wish he’d say more just to hear him speak. 

Warmth spreads, an embarrassing tell, through your cheeks. 

“I did miss the snow while there,” you continue, “it didn’t snow much up in Vancouver but it was never as hot as Guiana, and the rain was warm!” You had never gotten over that. The rain would spot and start throughout the day but the sun would keep on shining. 

“What were you,” Keith asks bluntly.

“Chemisist, more the physical and inorganic type,” you admit, “it was fun doing wet labs.” That had gotten you hooked back in regular school. “Then got shunted to command track after a few too many volunteering opportunities. Guess the lesson there’s to not try too hard.”

That gets a laugh out of him. 

“You,” you ask him as he shifts more of his weight onto you, finally accepting the help he asked for. Stubborn guy. 

“Pilot.”

You look over at him, his wild hair brushing against your cheek and the simple action shouldn’t excite you but it does. He was hot with sharp features offset by a certain enthralling earnestness but he could run a comb through his hair.

Keith didn’t seem the pilot type: arrogant, loud, generally strong personalities. 

“You any good,” you ask though you’ve heard about Voltron so he has to be pretty fucking good to be part of them. How did Voltron choose its pilots?

He smirks easily, close to a smile at the mere mention of piloting and you knew that moment he loved it: didn’t matter if he was good at it or not. You swallow hard as anticipation buzzes under your skin for no good reason. 

Get your head out of the gutter, you tell yourself. 

“I’m a pretty good pilot,” Keith answers, somehow managing to sound like he’s stating a fact instead of bragging. 

“Just pretty good?” You smile at him, letting him know you were only joking around as you both round another corner, finally making it to the transient quarters. People were always dropping in and out of mobile spaceports like these. 

He snorts. “Better than most.” Keith shrugs, smiling over at you. 

“Don’t be modest on my account,” you utter, looking away, not sure what to do about the growing heat in your body that had nothing to do with temperature controls. 

“It’s true,” he says simply. 

Honesty was a hard thing to come by. You were finding more and more reasons to like the red paladin as you reach his current room. No special treatment here. 

Or maybe it was politics and optics, making sure everyone knew Voltron was of the people and not aiming to replace Zarkon as rulers of the universe. 

Keith places a hand against the door, putting space between you both.

You swallow, glancing away, feeling some of the tension ease. 

“You sure you don’t want me to send a medic,” you ask him, looking over at his striking eyes. The heat under your skin is a live wire: you curl your toes in your shoes. People usually didn’t affect you this much. Even the smell of him was so distinct, drawing you in. 

It was an unprecedented reaction. 

He must feel it too. 

Keith studies you with an enraptured fascination shining in his wide eyes, mouth parted on the verge of answering. Both your bodies sway towards each other like branches in the wind: sunflowers orienting towards the sun. 

You shift your weight from one foot to another. 

It relieves enough tension for you to shift away. 

“No. No medic,” Keith finally answers. 

“Right then.” But you don’t make a move to leave. 

He says nothing. 

The silence is broken by the hum of the ship's engines under your feet. People move about and you can hear their footsteps echoing on the metal floors. 

Supposedly quintessence powered ships smelled like ozone. 

This one was powered by crystals and some Olkari engine. You wouldn't know the specifics, they were beyond you. And not your job. 

You look back at him, ready to leave. The space between you could so easily tilt to awkward and you weren’t sure what you were doing or why you found yourself so entranced by Keith. You barely knew him. You didn’t want to be one of the soldiers with a photograph in your pocket and a farflung hope that you’d-

He’s looking at you, cautious, movements slow and deliberate as if he’s caught between thinking and simply doing. 

Then Keith’s demeanour becomes determined: deciding to take the leap without looking down. He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you.

For a second you’re baffled, trying to figure out how you got to point B when this wasn’t a bar and you had no agenda, before you shrug and kiss him back. Keith was undeniably attractive. He was even a bit taller than you which was compelling, you were on the tall side for a girl. 

It’s not some unsolvable thought experiment, you kiss him back.

And a current of static electricity runs through your core. Heat pools after only just a kiss that steals your breath away. 

You can’t get enough, his hands warm against your skin, igniting a delicious sensation in your very core. You want more. You kiss him harder, your mouth against his, sucking on his bottom lip. 

Your hands clutch at the fabric of his shift.

Keith kisses you back, matching your frenzied energy, his mouth parting against yours and pulling you flush against his chest. 

It does nothing to dissolve the tension, the charged energy between you spikes. Like a fire fed by wood it grew. 

It was a heady feeling, his hands caressing your cheeks as Keith kissed you with a vigor you thought only existed in soapy dramas. Heat pools in your belly like a sinking stone: you liked his intensity. 

Keith pulls away, catching his breath, resting his forehead against yours. 

Some of the muddled list clears from your head, now completely in the gutter as you press Keith against the door to his room. 

Oh. . .were you really doing this?

Keith looks a fuckable mess, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. Still, he hesitates. 

You can feel the question linger in the air, can feel it in the featherlight touch of his hands ghosting over your cheeks as he makes to pull away, to let you go if you want to turn back now. But you don’t.

You want to run your hands through his hair. You’re practically burning up wondering how Keith would look splayed on the bed between your thighs. . .how he would feel. 

Would he be just as intense in bed as he fucked you? 

“You feel it too,” he asks quietly.

You furrow your brows, thrown. There were a lot of intense emotions coursing through you all narrowed down to feeling horny as a teenager back on earth. Masturbation only went so far. 

You swallow, trying to rack your brain cells together and say something. Yeah. It was a bit. . .much. Space much. But that didn’t make any sense. You hadn’t taken any drinks from strangers. 

The connection was too strong to discount the possibility of space weirdness affecting both of you. 

“Yeah,” you reply, sounding more whiny than you’d like to. The apex of your thighs throbbed with want. Anticipation had built up and he was right there; Keith

s breath fanned over you, his forehead against yours like a touchpoint. 

Your fingers were still curled into the fabric of his shirt. 

In the hall. 

Where anyone could see. 

“So what now,” you ask, “medic?”

Keith snorts, “No. I just-do you want to come inside?”

You smirk. Everyone knew what that meant. There were so many variations with the same outcome. 

“Yeah. Okay.” You put a pin in any alien space nonsense and slip inside Keith’s assigned quarters for however long Voltron was here for.

The lights are off. You don’t bother to study the room when Keith crushes his mouth against yours. You stumble around in the dark, feeling emboldened now that he’d voiced an invitation, he wanted this as much as you did, and run your hands up his chest. He was lean and lithe. Keith leans into your touch, a shiver running down his spine when you run your fingers through his hair and run your tongue over his bottom lip. 

Keith moans, the sound scratchy from the back of his throat excites you. 

It was thrilling to know you could elicit such a response from someone. You liked feeling hot and sexy. And from a guy like Keith who you were vibing with. . .

He finds the jagged hem of your cut tank top, which had doubled as a bandage, and slides his hands under your shirt. His fingers are calloused, skin hot against yours and there was always something so carnal about skin on skin touch. Keith clutches at your sides and leads you backwards. 

You trust that he knows the layout.

Your mind has boiled down to simple desires. 

“Keith,” you mumble against his mouth as he guides your hips against his and you feel his cock beneath the fabric. It goes straight to your ego: straight to your pussy. 

More heat. It’s unbearable how much your body throbs and you moan against him, against his lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling.

“Mhm,” he asks, just as overcome with lust as you were. Keith tilts his head up, and you kiss his jaw, kiss the side of his throat, nipping at the flesh and enjoying the breathy moans he makes as your knees hit the bed. 

You want more. 

You move your hands to his shoulders, “let's get this off,” you utter softly, pushing at his jacket. 

“Okay,” he replies, crowding you against his bed until you have no choice but to sit down. Keith discards his jacket, and pulls his shirt over his head. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. It’s dark. You can’t see him well. You still react like a charged electron. 

“Now you,” Keith states simply, not exactly a command. It was nice, the lack of mind games and subterfuge. 

You scoot up further on the bed, shrugging your bomber jacket off. 

He’s watching. 

Awkwardness creeps up on you. There was no sexy way to take off a sports bra. 

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. Then you peel off your sports bra. The elastic worked too well. 

Keith’s sitting up on his knees.

“You’re beautiful,” he states.

“Come here,” you utter, inviting him closer. 

He complies readily, cupping your cheek and kissing your mouth eagerly, closer to a lover than a random encounter. 

You grab his other hand, guiding him up to your chest, to your breast. Keith runs his thumb over your nipple, gooseflesh rises on your skin. He trails bruising kisses down your throat. 

Your breath catches in your throat. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you, savoring the feel of his chest against yours. 

“Fuck,” you groan as Keith bites down hard at the crook of your neck, harder than you’d expected. 

He stills. “I’m-I,” making to pull away.

“No,” you reach for him, tilting his head up as you move to straddle his waist, “it’s okay. I just didn’t expect it.”

“I won’t do it again,” he stammers out. 

“I didn't say I didn't like it.” You push him down against the bed, topping him. “Just warn a girl.”

Keith wraps his hands around your hips, tugging at the waistband of your trousers. “These are kind of in the way.”

Laughing, you reply, “could say the same to you.” Your hands pop the button of his jeans. 

It’s a fumble to pull your trousers down. Neither of you care, eager to get on with it. He shoves his jeans down his legs along with his boxers. 

You straddle Keith, completely naked and lean down to capture his lips against yours. His cock twitches against your thigh and your toes curl up. His tongue runs over your top lip, you part your mouth, letting him in. 

You cup his cheeks between your hands, your hips rolling against his. 

He thrusts feverishly against you. His fingers dig into your bare hips, skin against skin. 

“Come here,” Keith utters hoarsely, “I wanna fuck you.” 

“Think I’d rather ride you,” you reply back breathlessly.

“You can do that after,” he whines, a rumble emanating from his chest but your head is too fucked up to make sense of it. 

You sit up, hands on his chest. “That’s presumptuous of you.” 

Keith grins, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and rolls you over so he’s on top. “Is it,” he asks rhetorically as his hand reaches between your thighs, ghosting over the wetness of your pussy, “when you’re this wet?”

You moan, canting your hips, cashing the feel of his hand, wanting relief. It was a mounting pressure in your belly, a forest fire under your skin and you needed Keith. “Okay. yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes when Keith bent his head and licked a stripe from your nipple to your collarbone. You whimper, lost in the sensation. 

“Tell me what you want,” Keith asks. 

“Fuck me. Please fuck me,” you utter, you hands clutchinf at his shoulders, bringing him flush agaisnt you. 

Keith aquieses. 

You bend your knees, spreading your legs as he positions his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Keith mutters as he pushes into you. 

Fuck indeed. You moan his name without thought, closing your eyes and laying your head back against the bed. His cock fills you up, sliding into your pussy with ease given how turned on you were. 

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he stretches you out. 

“God, yes,” you utter dazed. 

Keith moves his hips. You roll your hips up to meet him. He nips at your collarbone as he thrusts into you with favour. 

As promised he fucks you.

Keith captures your mouth in a kiss that catches the moans you make as he reaches between you and runs his thumb over your clit. His pace, the way he was kissing you madly. . .the heat that had been building since you’d met him comes crashing down. 

You come. 

Leaving you boneless. 

“Keith,” you whimper.

“Sh,” he tells you, kissing the shell of your ear, “let me make you feel good.”

“You..sort of already did,” you utter completely fucked out. 

“Turn over.” Keith says even as he’s already helping you move, his arms supporting your weight. He presses his lips on the back of your neck, as he grabs a pillow and sets it under you. 

You bring up your knees, laying on your legs, “thought I was going to go next,” you tease, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair. 

He stills, “if you. . .”

“No. No,” you shrug, “I did ask you to fuck me.”

Keith runs his hands over your shoulders, sliding down your sides. He squeezes your ass with his hands. 

“Best two out of three,” you offer, half joking half serious because while you were still blissed out from having just orgasmed, you could already feel your pussy clench with anticipation. Seriously, the effect he had on you-

You can feel his smile against your skin, “If you think you can handle it.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you reply, arching your back into him, titling your head back, and pulling his hair so you could kiss him. It was sloppy, and the angle was awkward, but none of it mattered when Keith stroked your pussy with his fingers, dipping into your wet folds. 

Already stimulated, you shudder with pleasure. 

Your tongue strokes his in an open mouthed kiss. He tastes as good as he smells, Keith filling up your senses like an incense stick wafting through a room. 

He wraps an arm around your chest, his hand caressing your breast, pulling you against his chest, both of you melding together. Keith thrusts his cock into you again. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, hand fisting the sheets of his bed, moaning into his mouth. 

It was a combination of his cock in you, his thumb rolling your nipple in his hand, that set you aflame. 

You couldn’t get enough, your hips jerking back, up to meet his. Keith fucks you against the bed. 

He palms your breast in his hand, pulling you up to him, keeping you close as he plants a kiss at the juncture of your ear and jaw, on the side of your neck whilst nipping the skin and you moan, his cock hitting just the right spot as he slams into you. 

First he grows comfortable, pulling almost entirely out before thrusting hard as he finds a pace that leaves you both a mess. 

“Right there, right there,” you utter. 

“Tell me how good I make you feel.”

He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, his fingers draw a circle around your clit without giving you the satisfaction you desperately seek, already building up to another climax. 

You nod jerkily. “So fucking good Keith. Your cock feels so fucking good,” you manage to reply.

He speeds up, faster, deeper, at your words. The bedframe, bolted down into the floor, creaks. 

“Just like that.” You moan wantonly. “Right there.”

He responds to your words, pulling out to the head of his cock, teasing your entrance just so before slamming back in.

You shut your eyes and whimper, over sensitive to your very marrow. It was too much. Keith was trailing kisses down your spine, his breath warm, his cock twitching inside your filling every inch of your pussy up. 

With a shudder, you come, stars behind your eyelids and short circuiting. You never knew sex could be this amazing. Not in real life. 

You got what people meant about the right partner. 

The right sexual energy to match. 

You collapse, a puppet with its strings cut. Keith’s hand across your chest is the only thing keeping you from melding into the mattress like a blob. His hips thrust against your ass mindlessly, chasing his own climax.

With another couple of thrusts, his hips snapping against you, Keith moans your name and comes undone behind you. 

He comes inside you, hot and sticky.

His hand grasps the back of your neck, holding you in place as he comes inside you. It’s unexpectedly hot. You didn’t know you could like this in bed. 

You didn’t know how much you liked an obstinate expression with wide eyes until you met Keith. He had the type of soulful eyes you could drown in. 

He had drawn out something in you that you hadn’t even been aware of. 

Your thoughts center on him as he finishes inside you. 

“You take my dick so good,” he says with a surprising amount of softness for what amounts to a one night stand and a pang strikes your chest, wishing you had met him under better circumstances where there might be-

Keith gets off you, slumping next to you on the bed. 

There’s a thrum of satisfaction running through you as you look at his face in profile. The insane idea that you might just stay and cuddle plants itself. 

That was impossible.

It was time to cut and run.

Sure, he’d fucked you. But he was also still half a stranger. No matter how jumbled your thoughts were, you refused to give into the pull he had on you. 

You wanted to lay there with him. 

Keith blinks slowly, looking as blissed out as you feel, reaching out a hand towards you, but stopping himself halfway. 

You feel a little disappointed, but say nothing. It was just a one off thing you remind yourself, no matter how you felt. 

Now that you can think a little more clearly, though the sensation remains like a lump in your throat that starts there no matter how much you swallow, you glance around the dark room. Only the barest red lights on the floor illuminate enough to cast shadows. 

Keith’s own eyes reflect the light like a cat. Just a glimmer of traffic sign yellow. 

But you’re too tired to think, so you file it away in your head under the nebulous details you’ve learned about the red paladin.  

You blink, grimancing as Keith’s come runs down your thigh onto the sheets. At least they weren’t yours. 

He closes his eyes. 

“I’d say sorry about the mess,” you break the easy silence lulling you into staying there, “but it's your fault,” you tease way too familiarly. 

Keith sounds embarrassed when he utters, “sorry about that. I can get carried away.”

You smile softly, tracing over his shadowed form with your eyes but resisting the urge to reach out. That part was over. “It was good.”

“You did mention.” 

So he could joke. 

You giggle in the darkness that envelopes the room. You were good at being friendly and taking charge but you understood the hesitancy to open up to people you just met. 

Keith’s chest makes a rumbling sound akin to a cheetah purring. 

You try and hold onto the thought, sure it means something, but the sound draws you in and you lose the battle against yourself, curling up into his side. 

He takes this as the permission it is, and tangles his limbs with yours. 

A thrum of warmth surges where Keith’s skin touches you and you’re not sure if its his running warm or if it's all in your head or-

your eyes drift closed. 

He’s purring.

You know Keith would be embarrassed if you pointed it out. 

So you say nothing. 

Everything seemed so intangible anyhow. The world had been turned down a notch. The post orgasm glow remained unrivalled. 

Even a hit from a bong didn’t measure up. 

Your first time had been a real embarrassment (you hadn’t managed to get the boy’s cock in you), this was just a weird quirk of his, and it was soothing. 

You close your eyes. 

Keith’s breathing is deep and steady, you wonder if he’s fallen asleep, but don’t feel pressured to check. 

It was nice, not scurrying off, not being more than a little drunk. War was exhausting. Earth had only been in it for less than three years. No wonder some aliens were in such shit moods. 

You exhale. 

There’s no way to mark the passage of time. 

The bed shifts under you. Keith runs the back of his hand gently over your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter open.

“So would this be round two or three,” you ask lightly.

Keith smiles lightly, “you did say…”

“I did,” you laugh easily, blushing, the flush creeping from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. 

You swing a leg over his waist, straddling him, but not without feeling the start of a soreness in your legs. It doesn’t deter you. 

Keith lays back, watching you through his lashes as you sit up. He looks lovely. 

You lean down and kiss his mouth, reaching for his cock with your hands. He was already half hard when you wrap your hand around his shaft. 

His breath hitches in his throat as you move your hand. It’s been a moment since you’d jerk anyone, but it’s not rocket science. You press kisses down his throat, moving your hand firmly up and down his length until he’s completely hard. You nip at his collarbone, marking him the way he’d left bruising kiss all over you. 

His cock twitches in your hand, Keith’s hips thrusting up into you. 

Anticipation builds in your belly, but you want to set the pace, stay in charge. So you still your movements.

Keith whines under you, his hands holding your waist.

“Be a good boy for me,” you tell him. “Can you do that?”

“Mm.”

“Use your words.”

“Yeah,” he manages hoarsely, “I can be good.”

You smile, lining him up against your entrance. You shift your hips, teasing his cock against your wet folds, closing your eyes as you moan at the feeling. 

Keith thrusts up, trying to get more friction.

You still wanting to drag it out. Though your thighs ached and your pussy throbbed and you wondering if you should just-

You rub his cockhead against your pussy, “oooOH,” you moan. Your nails scratch his chest lightly, trying to steady yourself. Your heart raced, back arching down to him.

“Come here,” Keith groans, his fingers trailing up, asking for more, his hand on the small of your back. 

You give in, sinking down onto his cock. 

He moans your name, shutting his eyes. 

It’s pornographic, the way Keith rises up to meet you, hips bucking against yours, the expanse of his pale throat. 

You roll your hips slowly, fucking yourself on his cock. At this angle, the way he filled you- 

“Fuck,” Keith moans, “you feel so good.”

“I could say the same,” you reply, sliding against his hips, picking up speed. You hold yourself up, hand on his chest.

You suck in a breath as his cock thrusts into you. Static filled your head as you chased your pleasure, grinding against him. You tilt your head back, moaning his name, everything but Keith becoming background noise. 

He palms your breast.

Your breath hitches when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Ah,” you sigh. 

Your stomach was taunt. 

He doesn’t go further. You sort of wish he would. You trusted Keith not to hurt you. . .too badly. 

The idea excites you, as he wraps his hand around your throat. 

You match him, curling your fingers in his hair and pulling hard, “look at me,” you try and order but your voice is a whine. You’re too hot and heavy to think. 

His cock twitches inside you, filling you up and fuck it felt good to be streched out. 

Keith’s thumb strokes the side of your throat, his grip firm. “Do you like this,” he asks, his gaze heavy on you. He was entirely concentrated on you. It was like being worshipped. 

It sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you got rougher,” you admit, finding it easy to trust him.

He looks away. 

You falter. Had you read things wrong? 

Keith bucks his hips up against you and you let the thought go, sinking onto his cock and groaning, “Keith…” 

It was easy to let go when it felt this good. His hand around your throat, fingers digging into your hips, you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. Not that anyone would be able to tell from over your uniform. 

A shudder runs down your spine, you squirm on his cock mindlessly, thinking about bruises in the shape of his hands, about the marks on your neck you could already feel blooming on your skin. Heat surges in your chest, something primal as your thoughts linger there. 

You nails run down his chest, leaving shallow scratches as you try and get a better hold, desperately grinding against Keith, down on the bed, his cock ramming into you. “Fuck,” you think, “fuck. . .Keith. . .”

You can’t stand it. 

The pressure in your stomach, the heat scorching your pussy, the sound of Keith’s whines and moans, your name tumbling out of his mouth like a hymn that raised your heart beat, blood pounding in your ears. 

Keith squeezes your neck, your throat bobs under his fingers and fuck-

You come. 

Your legs tremble, unable to support you any longer as you collapse, a quivering mess on Keith. His hands move down to grip your thighs, pulling you down flush against him, down to the hilt of his cock as he comes, moaning erotically. 

The thread of heat doesn’t dissipate entirely as you rest on his chest, boneless and sticky with sweat, but it relaxes and you breath the scent of him in instead of pulling away entirely. 

Keith strokes a hand down your spine, an afterthought, “that was. . .” 

“Yeah.” You’re exhausted. 

You close your eyes, listening to the inhuman rumble of Keith’s chest as it rises and falls with every breath you take. 

You end up slipping out. The halls are in the light cycle, but no one bothers you as you walk. 

Getting up the next morning is hell. 

Your legs are sore, and that’s not even mentioning how much your pussy hurts when you take a step. You take a dose of painkillers still remaining from your injury and check your messages. 

Nothing from earth. 

That was expected. 

The meager universal communications were taken up by the war effort. You still sent your family messages, even if it was just one way. It was a way to keep in touch. It felt like watching starlight and knowing it was millions of years old, a form of time travel. 

You shower. 

Keith’s come was a mess on the inside of your thighs and the thought is not as gross as it should be, your skin warming up, zapped by static. You run your fingers over your clit and fuck yourself in the shower thinking of the red paladin and his come.

You get out, brushing your hair out, not looking in the mirror at the purple hickies spread out like a constellation on your chest, and realize how weird you were being. 

Come was gross. 

You hated swallowing so you never did. The tentative relationships at the garrison had been short, you had all been teenagers, and now anything that happened was a one off thing sometimes involving aliens. 

You swallow, gripping the counter of your sink. You were horny again. 

No. 

Not going there. 

No space weirdness this morning. 

Because you’re on leave for the space equivalent of 6 or 5 days, you don’t have much to do. You get food. It had taken getting used to, and figuring out which brightly colored pastel goo thing was good, but there was a variety. You still had no clue what was plants or animals up in space. 

The more liberated planets, the more supplies trickled in. Pirates loved to take a cut. 

You eat as soldiers stop by to refuel, fill up on supplies. Despite the stress, you missed being out on the front. Being out of the action sucked. 

Sitting around on a spaceship was boring. 

It wasn’t like they had shops or movie theaters. Walking around too much ended up with you being in the way. 

You clench your jaw, feeling feverish. 

And you had just been getting better. . .

You shove the thought away. 

You end up watching space TV: reality TV shows like Galra Ninja Warrior and nature docu series on plants, some you’ve been on, before finally sliding your hand under the waistband of your trousers and rubbing your clit. 

It takes the edge off, but the heat’s still there, pressed up in the pit of your stomach, cheeks flushes and you sigh, unsatisfied as you click to something other than the marine biomes of Kmeolsuahr. For aliens larger than a schoolbus, they were peaceful creatures. Since they were filter feeders, agriculture had never developed a hold on their planet, but water generators were plentiful. 

Yet another show starring Galra. It was the most common type of show in the Empire. Hijacking communications had given this traveling spaceship TV. You were glad for it now. 

You curl up, the communicator snug around your wrist translating everything instantaneously. It was the part in the soap where there has to be a duel for honor. What a load of crap. 

The two Galra circle each other, close ups of their face like a mexican stand-off. Through TV you got to know the Glara in the empire as more than just soldiers. Spending time in the camps taught you that even Galra citizens could be arrested for treasonous statements against Zarkon. 

They make growling alien sounds, something between a jaguar and a sound not found on earth, an underlying clicking that raises the hairs on the back of your neck. 

You connect the dots. 

The glowing eyes, the purrs and rumbles, and whatever weird alien thing was going on: the red paladin was part Galra. 

Only that made no sense. 

He was from Earth. 

First contact had been what, when the paladins had disappeared? When the Kerberos mission had been abducted, and boy had that made fringe conspiracy theorists happy. . .how could he be part Galra? 

Was it even your problem?

Surely this would go away. . .

You were leaving in a little over five days. 

You curl up and watch TV until you fall asleep, determined to enjoy the rest while it lasted and your weren’t trudging through waist deep mud. 

“Read through the debrief,” a commander with a nebulous rank above you asks. In your line of work, so much was redacted. Information gathering was a fancy way of saying spy. It was why you worked so closely with the rebels. 

You don’t even blink at the slight pale easter egg yellow alien, ears that resembled hair, long and droopy like a rabbit: there were four of them. You’d met stranger. “Yeah. Long mission.”

You were not looking forward to being on a planet with an inhospitable surface. A sun close enough that set the surface on fire with it’s rays, no thanks. 

Still, it was your assignment. 

“It is vital.”

They always said that. 

It seemed to be extracting some key players. Who they were remained unknown until you had to know. It was a lot of flying blind to keep information from leaking to the wrong ears. Loose lips sink ships and all that jazz. 

“I’ll treat it that way,” you nod, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. It would be fun flying a hijacked Galra fighter ship. The planet was pretty deep in Empire controlled space. 

“And,” the alien looks you up and down like a Garrison RA finding a stain on your uniform during morning inspection, “get rid of that scent.”

“What,” you ask plainly, “scent.”

The alien raises a hairless muscle over its eye. The gesture is human enough. “Voltron has docked here.” 

It was subterfuge. Both of you were in the same line of work, you could do this dance in your sleep. “As far as I know, yes.” You are careful to keep your expression neutral, feeling stupid for not having used negating get. It wasn’t even rationed, but used pretty widely. There were many aliens who relied primarily on scent, and those whose sense of smell was far sharper than yours. 

“Mm.”

You hold their gaze. 

You weren’t one to waver.

“Any further questions?”

“None.”

“Good.”

You walk blithely back to your room, intending to shower, again, and probably take care of the warmth in your gut. The heat was like an uncomfortable itch under your skin that stubbornly remained no matter how much you ignored it. 

How was it even possible that Keith was any part alien let alone Galra? You were pretty sure the entire planet would have known if the Galra arrived on the planet. 

It was intriguing. 

Your mind drew up the details you knew, trying to make them fit. It was half mental exercise, half the urge to actually get to the bottom of this. Keith didn’t look half Glara like Prince Lotor and his gang of misfits. . .quarter, one sixteenth. . .

Occam's Razor. 

The mystery occupied your mind as you made it back to your quarters. 

Keith is pacing outside your door. 

How did he even know where your quarters were?

“Did you sniff your way here,” you ask, genuinely curious. Maybe the traits might not be apparent. . .just how Galra was the red paladin. You were reminded again how little you actually knew him. 

Understanding fills his eyes; he knew you knew. Keith looks over at you for a second before ducking his head dejectedly, a straw dog expecting to be run off. 

Your heart ached. 

How a paladin of Voltron could be so self conscious despite going toe to toe with the Empire on a daily basis. . .you didn’t know. They were only flesh and blood after all. 

You take pity on him, “so is this going to be a thing,” the corners of your mouth lift into a small smile. You were still a little sore. You wouldn’t mind going another few rounds. . .

But you needed to clear some things up first. 

Just how much of this between you was space Galra funkiness? 

Keith snorts, looking up, meeting your searching gaze. His shoulders were still tense, unsure that you weren’t about to tell him to shove off. Not the loner type entirely by choice then, his innate awkwardness must have made it hard to connect. 

It wasn’t a problem you’d ever had, rushing into everything headfirst, taking charge. 

“Not like there’s a lot of humans to choose from up here,” he says self-deprecatingly. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I’m down for some alien funkiness,” you answer evenly, taking a step towards him. He inhales sharply, looking away again, this time in thought. 

The lines of his face increase, clearly uncomfortable, frowning. 

“I can’t usually,” Keith admits in a tense voice, “smell this well. . .though I can smell better than Shiro.”

“Shiro?”

“The black paladin,” he explains, surprised he has to explain at all. 

You answer his unvoiced question, “everyone tends to focus on the color of the lion rather than the pilot inside.”

“Oh. That’s dumb.” He looks a little relieved at the anonymity that grants. 

“Is it just me then,” you ask, getting to the bottom of things. 

He nods, meeting your gaze. “I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking of fucking you,” he says without ceremony. 

You find yourself blushing. The connection went both ways, the very alien connection. “Don’t hate me but I think we should go to the medic.” 

Keith frowns. “Or we could just fuck.”

“That horny,” you tease, raising a brow, “or was I just that good?”

Keith cusps a hand against your cheek, his thumb running over your lips. 

Your mouth parts, the tip of your tongue grazing his thumb. 

“So you don’t want to fuck,” Keith asks, a playful smirk on his lips. 

You swallow, the urge to say yes right there as his touch on you entranced you, sending desire cascading through your body down to your toes. “This isn’t just alien weirdness is it?” You wanted it to be more. 

“No,” he shakes his head, his breath mingling with yours. “That’s-I’m not that impulsive.”

“Good,” you mutter, pressing your body against his, and opening the door to your room.

[nikkisheep]

Want to be numb Part 2

Eddie Munson x henderson reader

Warnings: Angst, my very little knowledge of Kas, reader is just going to be brought back from dead by Vecna and is like under his control like a curse or something, Eddie graduated, character death, mentions of weed

A/n: I literally only know about Kas of what I read. Please, if it is way off, I am so sorry. @oscarisaacwhore I hope this is ok.

Summary: Months after the death of the reader, Eddie finds himself back in the Upside Down. What lies awaiting him this time?

Eddie swore when he lost Y/n that he would never go back to the Upside down again. Her death was still heavy on his heart but it was getting easier with time. Never in a million years, did Eddie expect to back here. Now he was and he wanted to go home. Will had gone missing again in the Upside down and the kids were hellbent on finding him. So, here he was.

Eddie stared at the vines wrapped around a tree. They were ugly. Another earthquake struck and sent Steve, Robin and Nancy to the ground.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie yelled.

"Let's just find Will and get out of here," Nancy said with a shudder, suddenly cold.

The group started making their way through the Upside down. They battled demon bats and everything you can think of. Eddie did not miss seeing those bats. He remembered Y/n had said they looked like they came out of a nightmare when she first saw one.

"Guys?" Robin asked.

"What?" Everyone asked at the same time.

"Do you guys hear that?"

As if on cue, a clock starts ticking. It echoes and is coming from all directions. The ground starts shaking and the demon bats started to fly upward, weird. Eddie looked up at the dark sky, red flashing like lights. It made Eddie's skin crawl. Where the fuck was this kid?

More rumbling hit. The sky got darker and the bats started screeching. It was a loud, echoing screech. It rattled Eddie's eardrums.

"Guys, what is that?" Steve said from behind Robin.

A figure was floating in the sky with bats circling around. At first sight, it looked like it could have been Vecna but the body was to girlish. A body Eddie knew like the back of his hand. The figure started to lower itself to them and Eddie had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing straight. The others were just as shocked as him. The figure finally landed on its feet, meters away from the group.

It was a woman. Her clothes and cloak were a blood red and she was barefoot. Her eyes were dark and dangerous. She looked like Y/n but deep down, Eddie knew that it wasn't her anymore. Vines, just like Vecna's, wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Her hair was flowing in what could have been wind but there was none. Her lips were red and black.

"Y/n? It's me, Eddie." Eddie started to walk to her. It was like she was pulling him with her mind. Maybe she was.

Y/n tilts her head to the side, getting a better look at him. Eddie didn't look like all the others she was sent to kill. That is what she did, she killed those who threatened to kill her master. Vecna gave her a second chance at life. Although, she does not remember anything but to be loyal to him and do as she is told.

"Sorry, but you must turn back." Her voice boomed.

"Turn back? No, I lost you once, not happening again." Eddie had tears in his eyes.

"Then you must die," Y/n said. Bats started to come down from the sky and screeched at the group. Everyone was swarmed but Eddie was too busy staring at Y/n. She had changed so much in the few months since she died. Eddie could still remember hearing her final breath.

"Y/n, what has he done to you?"

"Master saved me. Something you could not do." Tears streamed down Eddie's pale face. The clock started ticking again and the ground shook.

"I know I could not save you, but that was because of you. You cut the sheet. I tried to help but y-you died and...and-"

"Shut up, you're pathetic." Her dark, lifeless eyes bore into Eddie's.

Y/n lifts her arm and vines grow from the ground. They start to wrap around Eddie when she hears yelling. It comes from Steve and Nancy. She reaches toward them and slam them into a rock formation. She holds them still and slowly choke them. The vines had wrapped around Eddie's throat and started to squeeze. His breathing started to become harder to do and Y/n smiled while she watched the life slowly drain from Eddie and the group.

"You come here and try to kill my master but you can barely fight me," Y/n pouts. She moves closer to Eddie and runs a finger down his tear stained face. A rumble of the ground turned her attention to the right. There stood Vecna. Looking ugly and terrible as he always does. Y/n gets on one knee, bowing to her master.

"Y/n," Vecna called.

"Yes, master?"

"Kill this one," He pointed to Eddie, "And let the others go."

"Wha-"

She did not understand. Was he crazy? They were going to kill him and he says, "Let them go". She lets the others go but holds Eddie. Eddie looks at them and gives them the thumbs up. Meaning, RUN. They shake their heads but he nods. He was quite stubborn. Demon bats rained down from the sky and every once an' awhile they would bite Eddie. Eddie shouted in pain and tried to get away but the lack of air was killing him. But something changed. Eddie was pleading with his eyes and something changed in the way Y/n looked at him. Flashes flooded her mind. Images of them kissing, hugging, smoking. When they went swimming or when they played DnD together. Images of Dustin flashed through her eyes. Her brother hugging her, telling her that he loved her. That Eddie loved her. But one thing stuck. Her death. She sees the pain and tears in Eddie's eyes when she is dying. She remembers her words.

Suddenly, everything stops. She lets go of Eddie and turns to attack Vecna. For what feels like hours, was only a few minutes. The two of them going back and forth, fighting. Screams, groans, pants, and the sound of blood falling, filled the air. Y/n pulls out the sword that was made by Vecna, from her beneath her cloak. She stabs Vecna in the chest but not before he picks Eddie up and throws him into a large rock. Eddie's head hits the rock and he falls silent. With Vecna dead, she feels life draining from her. She makes her way, limping, to Eddie and she starts to cry. Her dark nails move across his face and he slowly blinks up at her.

"Hey," he groans.

"Eddie, I missed you. I missed you so much." She cried.

"Baby, never come back here, like ever." Eddie laughs. Y/n laughs with him.

"I love you, Eds."

"I love you too, babe."

A sharp pain stabs through Eddie. His head starts pounding and his sides hurt. His vision starts to go blurry and that's when she felt it. Blood. The fucking bats. They tore into him pretty badly. Tears ran down her face when she realized that he wasn't going to make it. Not with his head and internal bleeding.

"Hey, babe?"

"Yes, Eds?"

"I graduated. It was finally my year," He smiled, blood staining his lips. He sputters a bit.

"Please, don't leave me." She cried.

"I didn't run away this time, right?" Eddie asked with tears and blood running down his face.

With tears in her eyes, she said, "No Eddie, you didn't. God, I wish you did. I wish once I let you go, you ran. Jesus, Eds, I love you so much."

"I love you too, it was finally my year, Y/n." Eddie shuddered once more before his head lulled to the side.

Y/n shook him. She shook him again. Tears poured from her lips as she lets out a heart shaking sob. Steve heard it from where he was, miles away. Eddie was gone. Y/n had killed him. She killed him.

Y/n was dressed in black and looked at the ground. Six feet down laid Eddie Munson, the love of her life. The man she was going to marry, but she died and then he died. Now she is here. In Hawkins, the only one other than Eddie's uncle, at his funeral. Y/n insisted he had a proper burial.

Sitting in Eddie's room, everything felt hollow. Like something was gone. Eddie was gone. Eddie was gone and she was here. Y/n looked for the black lunch box and opened it up. There was enough weed to last the night. She could get some tomorrow. But for now, she just wanted to numb the pain. Wanted to numb all feeling. She just wanted to be numb.

[genshinarchives]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋! 𝐂𝐇. 𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : After getting into a hit-and-run, you wake up as the NPC Onigasaki (y/n) in the world of Genshin Impact.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Ayaka, Ayato, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Thoma, Tomo, Yoimiya

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, humour, isekai, transmigration, reverse harem

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : N/A

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

There is no such thing as a coincidence in this world.

If it happened three times, it is no coincidence.

Everything that happens is the result of a calculated move that leads us to where we are.

.

.

.

(Y/n) sighed wearily as she walked out of her department's building. Her last class of the day had just ended, freeing her from her boring lecturer who'd just drone on and on about what was already shown on his PowerPoint slides instead of actively engaging with his students.

She decided to drop by the bubble tea cafe on campus before making her way home. Getting some glucose pumping through her blood is in order. After getting her usual, (y/n) picked up her bubble tea drink and chose a vacant seat nearby before taking her phone out of her pocket. Her recent obsession, Genshin Impact had updated from 1.6 to 2.0 two days ago and released the long-awaited region, Inazuma. Being the hardcore gamer she is, she completed the entire Archon Quest within a day while her online friends had decided to take things a little bit more slowly this time.

It's so I won't run out of content before the next update, some of them said.

Poking the straw into her drink, (y/n) sipped her bubble tea and opened Genshin Impact; just as she did, she received a new message on Discord from one of her online friends, who goes by the pseudonym Alicemare. She arched an eyebrow and opened the app to read what her friend had sent.

Alicemare: Hey have you completed the world quest Memory of Onigasaki?

The (h/c)-haired woman blinked in surprise.

Alicemare: Hey have you completed the world quest Memory of Onigasaki?

(Username): No... What kind of quest is that

Memory of Onigasaki... Why does the name Onigasaki sound so familiar?

Alicemare: Hey have you completed the world quest Memory of Onigasaki?

(Username): No... What kind of quest is that

Alicemare: OH MY DAYS GO DO IT RIGHT NOW IT'S REALLY EASY

Alicemare: The quest gives you 600 primogems and the NPC involved is a beautiful man 😭🤚 I won't spoil but three certain husbandos will also make an appearance in it~

(Username): Are you sure that this NPC is not a playable character the leakers failed to get their hands on lmao this world quest sounds like a story quest instead

The amount of primogems the world quest rewards the player with despite its low difficulty though... Is Mihoyo finally learning the meaning of the word 'mercy (to the F2P players)'? Since the quest reward was very enticing, (y/n) asked Alicemare how to trigger the world quest, memorised every single detail relayed to her before diving straight into the game.

She completed the Memory of Onigasaki quest within twelve minutes, and she was left feeling impressed. Alicemare wasn't lying about the male NPC involved, whose name is Aikawa Tsukuyomi; he's beautiful and handsome. His crescent moon theme fits the meaning behind the inspiration of his name Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, the moon god in Japanese mythology. She quickly finished the rest of her drink before disposing of her trash in the bin provided.

As she left her campus and started heading home, (y/n)'s mind trailed back to the world quest. Tsukuyomi is the loyal retainer of Lady (y/n) of the Onigasaki Clan, whose members are known for their Owari Kan Ryu - a sojutsu style that involves the deadly kuda-yari developed by the progenitor of the Onigasaki himself. She thought it was a bit weird that Tsukuyomi's master shares the same given name as her but putting that aside, the quest's storyline was well-executed, and Gorou's, Kazuha's and Thoma's cameos are a pleasant surprise.

In Memory of Onigasaki, Tsukuyomi is trying to create an antidote to cure Lady (y/n) who had been poisoned. The Traveler needed to collect eight Sakura Blooms to get rid of the medicine's bitter taste, and also talk to Gorou to find out where Lady (y/n) had hidden her inro case before she became bedridden, since it apparently contains a rare ingredient known to be able to counter all poisons. After finding the inro case, the Traveler had to ask Kazuha for the location of her father's grave, Onigasaki Riku, to dig up a famous tantou called Tenseimaru. Because the tantou had rusted, the Traveler had to speak to Thoma to see if he knew any swordsmiths who can quickly restore the tantou to its original state. (Y/n) wondered what Tsukuyomi needed Tenseimaru for and even made the Traveler ask him about it, but the retainer gave an answer that didn't make any sense to her.

Traveler: What do you need Tenseimaru for?

Aikawa Tsukuyomi: It is needed for my reunion with Lady (y/n).

He made it sound as if she was already dead, which puzzled her because that would contradict the purpose behind the world quest. When Thoma expressed his aversion towards Lady (y/n), she was surprised since Tsukuyomi, Gorou and Kazuha had more positive opinions on her. Thoma described her as the most evil villainess in Inazuma who would stop at nothing to get what she wants, and this was proven when she had poisoned one of her female servants who apparently got too close to him for Lady (y/n)'s liking. He knew that Onigasaki's heiress harbours romantic feelings for him, but he didn't want the affections of a woman with an evil personality like hers.

The quest ended with Tsukuyomi standing outside of the Onigasaki Estate as he thanked the Traveler for helping him make his wish of reuniting with his master come true. She thought that there was something odd about his wording but brushed it off as his unique way of talking.

'I totally ship Tsukuyomi and Lady Onigasaki. I hope she does get cured so they can be together,' she thought, mentally dabbing an imaginary tear on her cheek. When the light signal showed a green person walking, she proceeded to cross the road.

Everything happened so quickly.

Before (y/n) could register that she was about to get into a hit-and-run with a truck that showed no signs of stopping, it smashed into her body, sending her sprawling across the road. The adrenaline rush combined with her shock numbed the pain that consumed her entire body, and she was sure that she had broken a rib or two. Blood oozed down her forehead, and she could see a crimson pool fanning out from her limp body. Her grip on her phone weakened. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if there were lead weights attached to them.

Is she going to die here?

Eyelids fluttering shut, her breathing then stilled.

Her phone's bloody screen flashed as several Discord notifcations popped up.

Alicemare: SIS I GOT TEA FROM GENSHIN REDDIT

Alicemare: APPARENTLY TSUKUYOMI USES TENSEIMARU TO MASSACRE THE ONIGASAKI CLAN AND THEN COMMITS DIE WITH POISON BEFORE AYAKA AND THOMA CAN INTERFERE... IT TURNS OUT THAT WHAT'S INSIDE THE INRO CASE IS THE POISON (Y/N) CREATED TO KILL AYAKA, WHICH HE USED ON HIMSELF

Alicemare: GURL WE JUST ASSISTED WITH THE GENOCIDE OF AN ENTIRE CLAN IN INAZUMA I- 💀

Right after the darkness consumed her vision entirely, (y/n) opened her eyes again, allowing bright light to filter into her world. With a loud gasp, she frantically sat up and scanned her surroundings. She found herself on a futon in a room that had a traditional Japanese interior design, and noticed that she was only wearing a hadajuban and a nagajuban, which made her cheeks warm. In ancient Japan, this is equivalent to being in her underwear.

What on earth happened? She's pretty sure that she was hit by Truck-kun just now.

"Woah... Don't tell me that I've finally achieved my dream of being isekai'd," she mused, cupping her chin, "I wonder if I'm the MC or the villain in this world? Being reborn as a side character seems safer though."

The shoji leading to the room she's currently in suddenly slid open, revealing a certain Anemo rounin from Inazuma. Turning her head, her jaw went slack in shock. Kazuha, in all his glory, stood in the doorway holding a bowl with a damp white cloth draped over the rim. Upon seeing (y/n) awake, his eyes widened.

"(Y/n)-chan!" he exclaimed, almost dropping the bowl as he rushed over to her side. Kneeling down to her level, he set it on the tatami floor and lifted an arm to press his cool hand against her forehead. She became flustered at the lack of distance between their faces, which warmed her cheeks. This made him frown. "Just as I thought, you're burning up... Please lie down."

Only now did she notice her fever. She didn't protest when he gently grasped her shoulders and forced her to lie on her back, before he pulled the blanket over her body. Picking up the white cloth, he dipped it into the bowl of cold water and squeezed out the extra droplets. Kazuha then placed it on (y/n)'s forehead, his lips curving into a relieved smile.

"I'm glad you're awake now. Do you want something to eat or drink? If it's something I can easily make, I'll whip it up for you," he said. His words shot an arrow through her heart.

Oh Kazuha, you're such a sweetheart.

(Y/n) shook her head. "No thank you. I actually feel a little sick now..." She expelled a deep sigh and looked at the rounin. "What happened to me?"

"Tsukuyomi-dono found you unconscious outside of the Onigasaki Estate," he explained, making her freeze under the blanket as everything finally fell into place.

Tsukuyomi; Onigasaki Estate; when Kazuha entered the room earlier, he called her "(y/n)-chan", which could only mean-

She was reincarnated as Onigasaki (y/n) in Genshin Impact, an NPC renowned for being a villainess in Inazuma.

Why is her brain being so slow today?

The woman sat up quickly and grabbed her hair, startling Kazuha. The wet cloth fell from her forehead, plopping on her lap softly.

"(Y/n)-chan?"

"Shush, I'm thinking," she told him, waving him away with her hand.

'This can't be happening. Of all people, it had to be her?! Thoma will hate me now!' she mentally screamed, shaking her head in distress. Suddenly, she felt something trickle down her nose, and Kazuha gasped in alarm.

"Your nose-!" Swiping the cloth from her lap, he swiftly blocked her nostrils to prevent any more blood from oozing.

(Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her mind being overwhelmed with a sudden wave of memories that weren't hers, but Onigasaki (y/n)'s. Her past, her feelings - everything was forcefully packed into her brain in one go. Once she had inherited all of the villainess' memories, her eyelids fluttered open and she was met with the sight of an overly worried Kazuha.

"Y-you..." she quietly began, making him tilt his head to one side inquisitively.

"I...?" he said, slowly removing the cloth to check if her nosebleed had stopped; fortunately, it did.

"You shouldn't even be here!" she exclaimed, causing him to flinch. A flash of hurt appeared in his red eyes, and she immediately regretted her words. "I-I mean- Aren't you a wanted man in Inazuma? Didn't the Electro Archon enforce the Vision Hunt Decree a year ago?"

He appeared to be genuinely confused.

"Vision Hunt Decree? What are you talking about?" he asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

(Y/n) stared at him with cold sweat running down her forehead. If the Electro Archon hasn't instituted the Sakoku Decree to shut Inazuma's borders and the Vision Hunt Decree yet, then that means her spirit transmigrated into the villainess' body approximately two years prior to the current events of the game, making her knowledge of the Inazuma Archon Quest utterly useless.

At least she has completed enough world quests to get a good gist of Inazuma's lore, so not all hope of surviving in the Islands of Thunder and Eternity is lost. Plus, the Anemo rounin that half of the fandom would throw their lives away for is here with her.

What more could she possibly want?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐

[hotch-stufff]

hiii 47 and 7 for angst hotch

i love ur writing btw <3

Drunk

gif by hoe-tchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, stalking, and death, past abusive relationships, normal criminal minds things, angst, crying, pining, but a fluffy ending

Promtps: Angst #7 "Are you drunk?", Angst #47 "You flinched"

Author's Note: Thank you so much <3, hope you enjoy reading!!

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’ the best idea to get drunk at a bar. Especially alone. But you weren’t exactly thinking straight when you had stepped off the jet after a long case. And it had been a LONG case. Nearly a week of going through the same evidence over and over again scouring for a lead. Finally finding a lead, and coming to a dead end. 

The eventual lead that you did catch, led to the unsub already standing over her next victim’s body. At least you got a full confession. But you had been the one that had found the unsub. If that wasn’t enough, this case had already been hitting way too close to home. 

A woman was murdering victims of domestic abuse to “save them” because her mom was never “saved” from her father’s abuse. She had grown up watching it. Her victims had all had y/h/c hair, with y/e/c eyes. The same height as you, same style, just overall very similar. The only difference the team saw had been that you were never abused. At least that was what your file had said.

You had been able to keep it on the low for as long as you had been at the BAU. But you were terrified one of them would figure it out. That you would flinch at the wrong time, or you would do something to give it away.

You had gotten lucky and no one seemed suspicious. You ended up hiding in the back of the jet, curled up. No one bothered you. They all assumed that the case had just hit you harder. The one thing you hadn’t known though was that Hotch had been keeping a very close eye on you.

You two had become close, and would often hang out at each other's apartments. Spending tjme just talking about nothing and everything for hours. He had quickly become one of your best friends. You always went to him when you were upset.

But tonight, you just needed to get away.

Which is how you found yourself in this bar, downing your fifth drink. In the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk without tripping over your own feet. You needed to call someone, and your drunk self called Hotch. While the phone rang you checked the time. 3 am. He was going to kill you.

“Hotchner.” You giggled drunkenly at his formal response.

“Why so serious bossman?” He recognized your voice immediately. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” 

“M’great. Havin a blast.” You slurred.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and you giggled again.

“Mayyybe.” You slurred, concerning Hotch even more.

"Where are you?”

“Mabel's I think. But let me tell you. I think you need to come get me because there is no way m’drivin home.” He huffed as you heard noise coming from the phone.

“I'm on my way, stay there!” But you hung up. You were so excited to see him. Truth was you had definitely developed a crush for the man. Telling him that was going to be difficult, mainly because of your past, but also because he was your boss, and about 12 years older than you.

You waited for about 10 minutes before you heard the door ring as it opened and Hotch ran inside, frantically searching around. He found you and was quickly at your side.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nodded sleepily. You always did get sleepy after your sixth drink. He gave you a concerned glance before reaching for your arm. You flinched slightly, but Hotch didn’t say anything about it. He picked you up because there was no way that you could walk, and carried you out to his car. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He had said once on the road. You lazily watched  out the window as buildings went by. 

“M’kay.” You mumbled. Hotch sent you another concerned glance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually when a case hit you hard, you would spend the night talking with him. He had been surprised when you hadn't shown up at his apartment. Even more shocked when you had called him drunk. He cared about you and it hurt him to see you like this.

Soon he found himself pulling into his driveway. He parked and quickly ran to your side of the car to help you out. He opened your door, and reached his hand over to unbuckle you when suddenly you shifted back. Your arms came up as if to block a blow and a whimper escaped your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise!” You let out, sounding much more sober now. Hotch stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. 

“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me, its Aaron?” You moved your arms from your face, peeking out wide eyed. You pulled your arms the rest of the way down. 

“Sorry Hotch. That was just, um, that w-was-” But he cut you off.

“You flinched.” He paused looking at the tears in your eyes, realizing that he needed to get you inside before you broke down in the car. “C’mon, let's go inside.” You bowed your head and nodded. 

“Okay.” You said softly. He helped you out of his car slowly, and walked you up to his apartment. Once there, you plopped on his couch, sobering up for the conversation you knew was going to happen. He walked in the room, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to you, sitting next to you. he waited a few moments before beginning the inevitable conversation.

“Y/n, why did you flinch?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to push you, but he was concerned and he wanted to know. So you told him. Every detail, every heartbreaking moment. The bruises, the scars, the hospital trips. Everything. The reports, the disbelief, the arrest, the divorce. Then the even worse parts. The escape, the stalking, the attack, the death. Every little thing. You could feel the tears falling down your face as you spoke about your ex-husband. 

Hotch sat as he watched the beautiful woman sitting in front of him break down. He didn't know any of this, none of it was in your file. He knew that Strauss had to know though, because you never would have been accepted without background checks and psych evals. 

His heart broke a little more every time you shared another detail. On one side it felt so nice to get it off your chest. On the other hand, it was weird opening up to Hotch like this. He was seeing so much more of you than you had ever allowed anyone since your husband. He sat in silence once you finished speaking. 

“Y/n. I'm so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” And the tears came even faster, until they were silent sobs. Hotch, well he was more Aaron in that moment, brought you into his arms holding you tight, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay to cry.”He silently whispered into your hair. You looked up at him then, sighing softly at the beautiful man before you. 

“Thank you Aaron.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips. But before he could tell you, he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. And that's how he stayed until morning. 

                       * * *

The next morning you awoke to a strange bed, with strange sheets, in a strange room. But one sniff and all you could smell was Hotch’s cologne. You soon recognized that there was a warm body behind your own, an arm wrapped around your middle. 

You almost didn't remember what happened last night, but once you did, you began to panic. What if he hated you? What if he was disgusted by you? He probably had just pitied you.  

He must have felt you shift, because he was waking up. His arm tightened around you, and he leaned up looking you in the eyes. He saw your panic and was alert rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, eyes scanning you frantically. 

“You must be disgusted with me.” You paused taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry Hotch. I ruined your night and then cried all over you with my pathetic life story. And you probably just pitied me. I'm sorry.” He shook his head. 

“Y/n, look at me.” You looked into his eyes. “I am and never will be disgusted by you. I am amazed by you. You are so strong and beautiful and you never deserved a thing that disgusting man did to you. I don’t pity you, not at all. All of this has just made me fall more in love with you than I already was.” You looked at him wide eyed.

“You love me?” He leaned a little closer.

“Of course I do. It's impossible not to.” You dared closer still as he moved a piece of hair from your face. The loving gesture warming your heart. 

“Thank you. For everything. I love you too Aaron.” And he sealed your lips. It was intimate and explosive at the same time. And in the most cliche way, fireworks exploded as you kissed him. 

You moved together passionately. Your noses bumped ever so slightly as he kissed you deeper than you had ever been kissed. He was an amazing kisser, to say the least. He broke away a moment later, smiling down at you. 

“Give me a chance to show you what real love is, what it's supposed to be.” You nodded.

“Of course Aaron.” And you kissed him again, sliding your hands around his neck into his hair. It was the happiest you had been in a very long time. 

So in hindsight, maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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