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fastbrother · 3 months ago

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Desperate (M, 1.3k words)

For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.

Tags: From Sex to Love, Grumpy Harry, Reclusive Harry, Slutty Draco (non-derogatory), unhealthy coping mechanisms, middle-aged Drarry

Author's note: Wrote this for @kamaela's birthday. Thank you for always being so kind and encouraging! 💕

* * *

For eleven-year-old Draco Malfoy starting Hogwarts, the only interesting question about school was who was going to come in second in his year. Imagine his surprise.

For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.

Some days, it feels like he’s slept with everybody worth sleeping with. Other days—well.

* * *

When he was young, Draco Malfoy thought he liked women. He slept with a handful of girls, all very proper and sweet.

Then the war came, and he was in it, and he was tortured by the Dark Lord himself, which rewired his brain somehow, because after the war Draco Malfoy did not like women anymore. Nor anything proper. Or sweet.

Draco Malfoy liked to be fucked like he’d be murdered next.

* * *

Harry Potter is a big old grump. He lives in what should have been Draco’s house by birthright, nurses a terrifying beard currently in the process of turning grey, and only ever goes out in Muggle London, like the uncivilised brute Draco knows he really is. Draco dreams of being fucked by Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, the slayer of Dark Lords. And whatever rude people say, Draco’s a man who works for his dreams.

* * *

“Harry Potter. Out and about. What a surprise.”

Potter barely spares a glance for poor Draco. His eyes are glued to the Muggle TV above the bar, in the process of broadcasting some beastly excuse for movement that the Muggles call sports. There are five empty glasses in front of him, and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

“Fuck right off, Malfoy.”

“Ah, I’m afraid not,” Draco says, and sits on the barstool next to Harry. “You go, if my presence bothers you so.”

“I don’t give a shit about your presence.”

“Beautiful. Have you taken to writing poetry, by any chance?”

“Tell me, Malfoy,” Potter says, slowly turning those grotesquely green eyes towards him. “You look like someone who makes enemies in every room he walks into. How come you’re still alive?”

“I have my ways.”

“Aha,” Potter says, emptying his sixth glass of whiskey, eyes back on the TV. “I’ve heard about your ways.”

“Would you like some first-hand experience with them?”

Potter lets out a chuckle, a loud and brutish sound.

“Have you been following me?”

“Hardly. I’ve been coming here every night for six months. Ask Robert.”

“Who’s Robert?”

“I’m Robert,” the barman says, pouring Potter’s seventh drink.

“Ah. Nice to meet you, Robert,” Potter says, and raises his drink. “So. Has he?”

“Yes.”

Potter turns to Draco. Offers a vicious smile that makes Draco’s body tingle in all the right places.

“I used to come here all the time. Before the Prophet published a photo of me. Six months ago.”

Draco shrugs. “Can’t a boy try his luck?”

Potter leans forward and pulls Draco’s stool closer to him.

“You’re no boy. You’re a slut.”

“Oh, yes,” Draco moans, biting his lip. “I am. I’m a bad, bad slut.”

* * *

Harry Potter fucks like he goes to war. There’s no fear there, no second guessing. Draco could die now, bent over a dirty sink in a dingy Muggle bar, and he’d be happy. He should die, actually, because what else is there to experience? He has peaked, and life can only be a disappointment from this point on.

“Please,” he begs when all is done. “Again.”

“You make a compelling argument,” Potter says, pulling up his pants. “But there are people queuing outside.”

“I’ll get rid of them. I’ll kill them. Nobody will miss them too much, I’m sure.”

“How about this,” Potter says, fixing his hair back in a ponytail. “You keep coming here every night for another six months, and maybe I’ll drop by again.”

“Don’t play with me, Potter. You know I will.”

“Oh, I know.”

* * *

Draco expects Potter to torture him for at least a couple of weeks, but he strolls into that cursed Muggle pub the next day. He’s wearing jeans and a ripped t-shirt. Truly living up to his reputation of decorated ex-Auror and beloved hero, this one.

“My, my,” he says, sitting next to Draco and gesturing to Robert for a drink. “What a good pet.”

“Aha,” Draco says, draping himself all over Potter’s offensively attractive attire.

“Let me get a drink in me first,” Potter says, struggling to keep Draco at arm’s length.

“If you wanted a drink, you could have gone to another pub.”

* * *

Robert bans them eventually. Draco’s about to Obliviate him but Potter solves the issue by inviting him to his house.

“You mean, my house,” Draco corrects him.

Potter doesn’t seem impressed. “How about we call it a night, then.”

“Fine. I relinquish all rights to that home. You can have it forever. You can have the Manor, too, if you want.”

Potter laughs, and grabs Draco’s arm. “I love how desperate you are.”

“Oh, I’m desperate, alright.”

Five minutes later, Draco’s thirst is finally quenched when Potter bends him over a Black encrusted dining room table. Draco discovers he has quite the taste for family intrusions.

“In front of my great-grandmother’s portrait next, please,” he begs. Potter, the charitable soul he is, complies. Predictably, his great-grandmother calls Potter Muggle-loving filth.

“He is, granny,” Draco moans, face squished against some dusty yet tasteful wallpaper. “He’s the filthiest person that’s ever lived.”

* * *

“Are you some form of house pest? A Black family curse? Why can’t I get rid of you?” Potter says when Draco shows up on his doorstep, carrying a bottle of wine and appetisers as any man of the world would.

“Get rid of me, then,” Draco says, and walks in.

* * *

Potter is on an agenda to steal Draco’s elves and have them clean his shithole of a house. It’s the only reasonable explanation for why he’s taken to drinking with them.

“Stop entertaining the staff. You should be entertaining the Master. And there’s no smoking in the sunroom.”

“There is, now,” Potter says, lighting up a second cigarette with his wand. “There’s a new Master around here.”

“Master Potter,” the elves say in unison, drunk on the Butterbeer Draco keeps for his nephew.

* * *

It’s all fun and games until Draco catches feelings.

“I’m sick,” he tells anybody who cares to listen, and also those who don’t. “Je suis gravement malade.”

“Pull down the shades,” he tells the house elves from under the heavy duvet. “Owl the Healer.”

“Maybe Master Malfoy should tell Master Potter how he feels.”

“Clothes! Somebody bring clothes!”

* * *

“I heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen ill.”

Draco peeks at Potter from under his duvet.

“It’s true. I’m dying.”

The bed jounces when Potter sits down next to him. He puts a hand on Draco’s un-feverish forehead.

“It sure looks like it.”

“I just want you to know, I lied about the Manor. I’m leaving everything to my elves.”

Potter’s hand moves down Draco’s face.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you.”

“You have?” Draco says, his illness intensifying.

“Yes.”

“I thought I was a curse you couldn’t get rid of.”

“You are. You’ve been slacking on the job lately.

Something sharp rattles in Draco’s chest. He moves away from Potter’s touch, and hides under the duvet.

“Hey,” Potter says, leaning until his hand finds Draco’s waist through the thick material. “What happened?”

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Slowly, Draco shakes his head under the duvet.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Draco nods.

Draco hears ruffling and squeaking, and then Potter gets under the duvet. He’s hot, like a cat.

“Where did all your eloquence go?” Potter says, gathering him in his arms. “What happened to all your fancy words?”

Draco buries his head in Potter’s chest. Takes a deep breath.

“I turn stupid when I’m in love. It’s a debilitating illness.”

“You’re a debilitating illness,” Potter says, and kisses his forehead. “And I’m chronically ill.”

#drarry #drarry fic #hp fic #hpdm #harry x draco #my writing #desperate

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mannequinreligi0n · 1 month ago

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I'm new to making requests so I'm sorry if i do it wrong 😓

Could I request a Vergil x Reader enemies to lovers smut? Kind of like hate sex but halfway through they realize they like eachother? Maybe with some breeding too

I'm in a Vergil phase right now and I love the way you write him 💕

Sidetracked

you and vergil release some tension while on a mission / enemies to lovers trope

pairing: vergil x gn!reader

wc: 870

warnings: nsfw! - typical smut, no extreme warnings

author’s note: YES THANK YOU FOR THE ASK !I LOVED THIS ! kept this somewhat short and more of a vergil pov . there’s a lack of breeding, but i pinky promise i’ll make it up to you when i get around to finishing my vergil mating fic. enjoy !!

links: ao3

Dirty fingernails dig into the flesh of your hips, thumbs hooked into your hip-bones with cosmic strength. Vergil had you lifted in his arms against the cavern wall, demon carcasses still bleeding out and twitching some feet away. This was happening far too frequently: Dante forcing Vergil to take you on missions to gain experience, you pestering him the entire time by simply breathing in his direction, and Vergil stuffing himself into you as a form of punishment. But was it really a punishment, if you both harmonized each other’s names with every orgasm?

“You petulant, ignorant, disgusting insect,” Vergil snarls in your ear, face flushed and dripping sweat. “Your entire life is a waste, and spending any moment of it with you is worse than damnation.”

”Disgusting?” You frown up at him, hands gripping his coat like reigns. “You don’t really mea- MMPPH! HHMMPPPHH!!”

Vergil moves a hand to clamp it over your mouth roughly, your head rattling against the cave wall from the impact. He couldn’t take the incessant whining, moaning, complaining - it was driving him to the brink of insanity. Weeks and weeks of ‘Vergil, I’m tired’, or ‘this sucks, can we go home?’, or his least favorite: ‘I don’t even know why you’re here’. He had half a mind to drag you back to the agency and dump you back onto Dante, washing his hands of you. But there was a major downside to that that outweighed all the pros of ridding himself of you.

He would have to put an end to these satiating quickies.

No more delightful moans, no more watching you waddle back onto the battlefield, no more seeing that angelic smile shine up at him in the final seconds of your release. Despite himself, he often looked forward to it every week - a single moment of joy in his desolate world. And he knew, deep down, you did too, often finding new ways to ‘torture’ him just so he’ll pin you beneath him. Vergil convinced himself that it was purely for logical, beneficial reasons. He always performed better on the field after gushing into you. Something about the adrenaline, the endorphins, made his demon blood go crazy. He often found himself swinging Yamato with more precision, or dodging attacks with impeccable reaction times. How could he give up something that made him a better fighter? A better hunter?

No. He needed to put an end to this. The line between a ‘quick fuck’ and a ‘meaningful connection’ was getting too blurry for his liking. This was the last time, no more after this. He was a seasoned warrior, one that could fight just as well without you. This had to stop. It must-

“Don’t stop. God, pl-please don’t stop.”

Vergil hadn’t noticed his hand over your mouth fall to cradle your head, too lost in his thoughts. The sound of your wanton begging lobotomizes his brain, him gazing down at you dumbly with lust. All he could focus on now was how pretty you looked taking him, head drooping back and eyelashings kissing your cheeks. His eyes fall to his hips moving like an automaton, snapping in and out your impossibly warm walls. The sight alone is heaven - he figures people die to achieve this level of nirvana, and yet, he has it right in his fingers.

Damn it, he can’t put an end to this.

Swallowing his pride, Vergil relents to his desires and speeds up, the primitive sounds of fluids and skin-on-skin bouncing around the cave like an echo-chamber. His hand on your hip tightens, nails forming crescents on the skin as he runts his cock into you, pelvic bones slamming together. Vergil thinks you’ve already come by the way you’re squirming under him - he feels a little bad for not noticing earlier, too consumed in his own world to hear your moans clearly. He doesn’t care enough to ask though, the sirens blaring in his body that he’s about to come himself. With one, two, three more pumps, Vergil growls and bites down on his lip, pulling out just in time to cum over your sex rather than in it. The head of his cock twitches as white spurts out of it, ropes making a Pollock on your skin. WIth a shuddering breath, he slowly lowers your legs back to the ground, allowing you to hold his arms as you steady your shaking legs.

“…Are you alright?”

You answer with a small nod, still trying to regulate your breathing. You squat down and gather your pants, pulling them back on. “Yeah, m’good.”

”Good, good,” Vergil returns your nod and zips up his fly, averting his eyes from you. There was a voice in the back of his mind pleading with him to say more, to show you more of his human side. He wanted to, gods be damned, he really wanted to. But not now, not like this. Instead, he kneels down and scoops your weapon off the cave floor, wiping the blade clean with the end of his coat. He offers it back to you with an imperceivable smile, eyes meeting yours for a heartbeat. “Let us continue on. There are four more caverns to clear.”

#vergil sparda #vergil sparda x reader #devil may cry #devil may cry smut #dmc vergil #writing #fanfic #dmc #oneshot #smut #asks #enemies to lovers #vergil x reader

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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So, you asked for domestic requests - it‘s not exactly humourous, but at least it‘s fluff: how about Joel taking care of a reader who‘s got bad cramps? She‘s kinda anxious about it and he‘s like „Darlin‘ a little blood never scared me“ or sth like that (totally not inspired by me being on my period and trying not die because the painkillers aren‘t working yet)

Anyways, no stress, it‘s only an idea. Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do it. Love your writing 💕 ok byeee

Thank you for your kind words! I love this idea and I hope you feel better soon 🫶❤️

Dramatic

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: This ended up being way shorter than I thought it was gonna be but enjoy it nevertheless!

Warnings: period talk, reader being (rightfully) annoyed with Joel, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

“I just think you’re bein’ a little dramatic.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in the bathroom, staring at him as he lingered in the doorway.

“I’m going to give you a chance to rethink what you just said to me.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he retries and you hum. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. You roll your eyes but lock your arms around his shoulders. “And strong, and kind, and so incredibly out of my league.”

“And forgiving, too. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, the most forgiving,” He mumbles as he kisses your lips. You sigh against him, momentarily forgetting the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen.

It’s not that you were a stranger to your periods. Since the world fell apart, they were irregular if you even got them at all. Turns out running for your life and not being able to eat consistently while in Boston was not great for your body. But now that you were in Jackson, things were different. You had enough food, rest, and less anxiety than you had in a long time. Your period made her valiant return in response. Which is great, it’s what any other healthy person with a uterus would want, but learning to manage the symptoms again was a whole new playing field for both you and Joel.

The pain is, somehow, worse than you remember it, and your whole body feels tender and sluggish. You cried because you finished washing all the dishes in the sink only to go upstairs and find one of Joel’s mugs sitting on the bedside table. Poor Joel didn’t know what he was walking into once he got home from patrol and found you furiously scrubbing the cup. When he asked you about the blood staining your pants, you were just about ready to dig a hole into the center of the earth and die. That’s how he ended up following you into the bathroom even though you told him not to.

“How long have we been together?” Joel asks when you pull away. Your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looks at you with big, sympathetic eyes.

“Way too long.”

“You know that I love you and that I would do anything for you, right?” he asks, and you nod. “And you also know that I ain’t afraid of a little blood.”

“I know.”

“So, will you please let me help you? I’ll wash your clothes and run you a hot bath. Maybe make you a nice dinner?” His voice is so gentle and sweet that you practically melt into him. You’ll never understand how you got so lucky. “Or, if you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, too. Just tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby.” He urges as he rubs circles into your lower back. His hands are warm and just heavy enough to balance out your pain perfectly. You lay your head on his shoulder and relish in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours.

“I think that all sounds perfect. Thank you,” you say. You pick your head and move to kiss him again but stop just inches away from his face. “But I do think you’re being a little dramatic.” You whisper. He throws his head back and laughs, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

“I’m never gonna live that one down, huh?”

“Definitely not your best work, Miller.”

He makes it up to you ten times over. He lets you borrow a pair of his sweatpants after your bath, and you get to walk downstairs to a beautiful dinner and a glass of wine. Afterward, he even runs over to Tommy's and "borrows" a bowl of their strawberry ice cream. He even carries you up to bed when you fall asleep on the couch after listening to him strum his guitar, something that is saved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries.

He may not always say the right thing, but goddammit, if that man doesn't try his absolute best to be good to the women in his life.

Just in case tumblr decides to eat my paragraph

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller requests #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #joel and ellie #june screams on the internet

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beansricejc · 2 years ago

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JOHN WICK x READER - The Courier

part 3!

[part 1] [part 2]

summary: John’s being a little slut and finds out you’re more dangerous than you let on. More background details of Y/N. You invite him to your base for a few drinks, and John seems to be asking too many questions. In response, you use an unconventional method to make sure he’s not a snitch. John desperately needs to relieve some tension after you finish, so he takes matters into his own hands. Female reader, John x Crime Boss Reader, slow burn, 5500 words.

author’s note: thx for the love! i love writing these, and i really like making the reader (you!) an anti hero. (you’ll see). i would highly recommend reading the first and second part if you’re new here! linked above! lmk what you think! tysm! 💕

warnings: nsfw, organized crime, implied death, violence, alcohol, cursing, sex work, significant age gap, male mast3rbatįön.

A few days have passed since your encounter with John in the Continental, ending with that steamy and tense kiss in the hallway. You had even given him your number. John hadn’t actually texted you yet. His mind was racing with the possibilities between the two of you.

Well, there was you. A young, powerful, self-made crime boss. Or as your employees would say ironically, a girly-pop criminal.

Right.

Of course, there was John, a middle-aged hitman with a dark reputation, even for the criminal underworld. Retroactively feared throughout the industry, there was a general unspoken rule to not fuck with John Wick. That was just common sense at this point.

And here he was, fidgeting with this metal-engraved business card you gave him during that makeout session, so he could keep in touch.

He’s anxious about the feelings he was developing for you. John had kept up with his playboy culture ever since his wife passed, and in his mind, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to give that up.

“Mm, mister Wick, you look awfully distracted.” the escort he had called over to his hotel room to help him relieve some tension he had after his encounter with you.

Her name was Bethany, or Brandi, or something. He didn’t really pay attention. What he did know was that she had excellent hand and blow job skills.

This Brandi chick was right. He was distracted. She’d been trying to get John hard for 15 minutes, and he couldn’t manage. How fucking embarrassing.

John took a peek at your name that's engraved onto the thin piece of metal. Ah, that seemed to do the trick. Blood swam to his shaft, growing his erection, and Brandi smirked a bit.

John’s pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that the sight of your printed name could do such a thing to him.

If anyone were to find out, he would simply die.

It didn’t take long for Brandi to take John into her mouth, stroking what she couldn’t fit with her hands. John closed his eyes, not wanting to establish any emotional connection with the woman to give her the wrong idea. He would simply sit back, and enjoy the pleasure he paid for. Even if the passion wasn’t there, it would have to do.

Meanwhile, you and three other women had a man wrapped in tarp and duct tape in their grasp, shuffling down a long pier towards the body’s destination. The Hudson River. The sheer pollution would eventually eat away at its flesh. A sure fire solution to you and your little problem at the moment.

The four of you grunt, count to 4, and swing the corpse out of your grasp, a splash following the collision to the water.

You sighed, snapping off your latex gloves, feeling your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket. God dammit, what now? You attempted to get rid of the fresh corpse body stench from your nose when you pulled your device out, and seeing a text from an unknown number. It was directed for your personal line, and not your business line. Interesting. That’s when it hit you, in your drunken stupor, you shared a personal business card with the one and only, John Wick.

Of course you did, you moron.

You huff out and click on the bright notification on your screen, opening the app up.

Unknown #: Hey, hope you still remember me. It’s that smoking hot guy from the bar a few days ago. You doin' okay?

You rolled your eyes at what John called himself. The smell of swamp water and bird shit entered your sinuses. Thank god that it successfully replaced the cold, damp, dead body smell. You can hear seagulls caw above your small group of women, heading back to your SUV as if nothing had happened.

Now, you're typing away at your screen to reply to this middle-aged man who had taken two days to even utilize your number.

You pause, raise your eyebrows, and slowly read the message over again. Interesting.

The feeling of his hands around you, squeezing your hips and biting your lower lip. The sensation is teasing your mind, so much so that you block everything else out.

You’ve touched yourself about 5 times since then, and you can’t seem to get this stupid man off of your mind. You craved him. Everything from the glares he shot at you with those dark eyes of his, to the sting of his scruff on your soft cheeks.

“Hey,” one of your employees interrupts your midday fantasy. You jolt slightly, blinking at the taller and muscular woman, she’s been working for you for about a year, her name is Jenny. “You ready, boss?”

You take in another deep breath, more lake smell entering your nose, and you can feel the moisture in the air. Somehow you managed to find a time when no one was even outside. Even if they were, no one asked questions. Mind your own business in this city, and you’ll go a long way.

You nod and climb into the back seat of the truck, get situated, and let your employees handle the rest. The truck starts driving, and here you are again, focused on that damn phone screen.

You grunt.

God dammit.

Y/N: yeah, I remember you, old man.

As if you haven’t been thinking about him since you escaped to your hotel room the other day.

Look at you. Crime lord. Criminal mastermind (sort of). You're a big-time player.

All of that, just to act like a schoolgirl when any guy you’re remotely attracted to gives you some sort of romantic interest.

Classic.

Of course you still knew how to talk to them, charm them, get them wrapped around your finger. That was a piece of cake. But what if one wanted a kiss?

Well, time to skedaddle.

John had just finished onto Brandi’s face, handing her one of the hotel room towels so she can clean herself off. It was a lot, thick and stringy ropes of cum had landed on her cheeks and lips. He was still recovering and catching his breath.

Then he hears his phone vibrate. It’s you.

He smiled. You texted back quicker than he anticipated.

Great, she’s calling me old again. John sighed to himself.

Sometimes he forgets he’s damn near old enough to be her father. Was that.. weird? Maybe he just shouldn’t think about it.

John: alright, girl boss, whatever you say.

John set down his phone and waited patiently for Brandi to finally leave for the night. He slipped her a wad of cash, and she was gone faster than she came.

John can’t get his fucking mind off of you. The number of times he has had his way with you in his head was too many to count on two hands. Does he feel bad about it?

Yeah.

Did he want to stop? No.

He oh so desperately wanted to see what was lurking underneath your clothing. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time.

John was a total slut, don’t get me wrong. A few times a week he’d have different women over. Some were regular hookups, and some were random girls he picked up at the bar or club. If he wasn’t doing a contract, he was definitely balls-deep in some random chick on his couch.

That was just life though. At least for John.

He used to be a romantic, date nights, flowers, gentleman type acts. But now, well, you know already.

John sighed and decided to double-text.

Of course a man his age wouldn’t understand the almost taboo nature of the double text. A rookie mistake some would call it, others would think it’s stupid to look into it that much.

John: u wanna have some drinks with me tonight?

You’re still shocked that John called you a girl boss over text. You’re still staring at your screen, bewildered at the thought.

A girl boss?

No way. Absolutely not, those chicks were always pyramid scheme fanatics that would reach out to you over Facebook to convince you to join their cult company.

That wasn’t you! You were a hard ass. You ran your crew well and knew what you were doing at all times.

But you were a woman.

And a boss.

Oh fuck.

You and the few employees in the truck hop on out. You had driven from that pier back to your warehouse headquarters. This is where the magic happened.

Right on the outskirts of Brooklyn, your enterprise came out of this warehouse. Filled with fast and reliable motorcycles and other expensive toys. There were a few women who were scurrying around to get some deliveries finished before the end of the night. You notice that one of your assistants decided to change the music on the stereo system.

The same assistant, Marissa, hurried over to you, took your bag, and handed you a coconut Redbull. You mumbled the lyrics to an Ice Spice song that was blaring in the warehouse.

The realization hits.

You look up, looking Marissa dead in the face.

“Please. Be real with me.” you speak to her, and she awaits your question. You take a deep breath. It’s the moment of truth. “Am I a girl boss?”

Silence breaks out in the warehouse. Everyone dropped what they were doing to wait to see what your personal assistant would have to say to that. The only thing being heard now is that Ice Spice song.

Oh god. That wasn’t a good sign.

Marissa pressed her lips together, her green eyes shifting around the warehouse.

“I mean, technically speaking, I suppose someone could call you that, you’re not cringe though!” Marissa assured you. Your breath hitched, and your heart felt like it stopped.

How embarrassing.

You swallow your pride in, nod, and shove your hands into your big overall pockets.

“Alright. Alright. Cool.” You nod, pulling your phone out and walking away from the main action, everyone went back to work as if they didn't just eavesdrop on that conversation.

What a fucking question that was.

You look at the last text John sent you and are surprised to see that he asked to have drinks.

You pause, staring at the text message. You know John doesn’t understand the concept of double texting, he was like, 45, or something. Poor guy didn't know any better. You sigh.

“Is Wickathan bothering you again?” your assistant Marissa asked, chuckling over the nickname you made for John.

“He wants to have drinks tonight, but look at me. I would rather smash my head into some bricks than go out tonight, I’m exhausted.” You groan, the feeling of disappointing John hits you right in the chest.

Why are you so worked up about him, bitch?! You ask yourself. You’re too hot to stress yourself out about this.

Marissa gives you a grin.

“Well then invite him here.” Marissa provides an idea for you. You raise your eyebrows, and nod affirmatively.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You tell her, flashing her a grin and quickly texting John back.

Y/N: you wanna just have drinks at HQ?

You liked calling your work headquarters, or HQ to shorten it up. Really made you sound like a secret spy with a base.

Well, you weren’t a spy but it was a base.

Sometimes you forget that you’re running an entire criminal enterprise, the Ice Spice blasting at your self proclaimed headquarters wasn’t helping.

John can only imagine what this headquarters looks like, and is quite intrigued by the idea of having drinks with you there. Now that he’s planning on seeing you tonight, there’s a bad feeling in his stomach.

Does he feel bad about seeing an escort right before meeting up with you? That can’t be it. Can it?

Dammit, John. You’re a bachelor, you can’t be falling for some girl because she’s pretty and powerful. He cursed at himself internally.

His eyes glaze over his reflection in the mirror as he ices his shoulder, which was hit pretty bad by some asshole with a golf club during a job yesterday. It left a very purple bruise and was sore as hell.

He wondered if there was an appeal to his battle scars all over his body. There probably was, right? Whenever he was shirtless in front of a lady, her attention would immediately focus on all of his tattoos and marks on his flesh. Of course, they were stories from a younger and less experienced John.

Sometimes it would even scare them off entirely. But if they got past the tatted-up back and several scars, you could get a glimpse at his toned body. John's not a bodybuilder material by any means, he was lean and in shape, the ideal size for a professional killer.

He was perfect for the job.

John’s mind is racing, he knows you’re dangerous. You built an entire empire in a mere three years, people would kill for your skill and position on the food chain.

It kind of turned him on.

Especially ever since he found your business page, where all of the information for clients was readily available.

John noticed an "As Seen on Tv!" tab on the professional-looking website, he clicked on it out of pure curiosity. He didn’t know what to expect.

It was a YouTube video of a compilation of CCTV footage, showing various car and motorcycle chases. They were cut and spliced into a well edited video that had Industry Baby by Lil Nas X playing in the background.

That couldn’t be you, could it?

Oh, it was. You and various people in your crew who also did deliveries for your company.

John could tell from your figure whenever it was you on screen, and he was particularly shocked from seeing GoPro footage of you.

He sees you jumping out of the window from one moving car to the hood of another, shooting at the driver through the windshield, killing him instantly. Of course, as soon as the bullet was fired from the barrel of your gun, whoever edited the video censored it. John could still see the blurred-out figure slump to the side but was obvious that he was dead. You had even climbed through the shattered glass and took over the driving, shoving the corpse off of the seat as if it were a regular work day.

You and your crew obviously knew what you were doing, that was a fact. Ruthless, violent, and skilled, a dangerous combination for anyone. John noticed that you seemed to be more precise, the difference between you and your other employees was noticeably significant. They were still very impressive nonetheless.

As skilled as you were, you were still an amateur compared to John. He figured you most likely excelled at combat on the road but in a regular circumstance? You probably weren’t as efficient or deadly.

He was right.

“Fucking hell,” John mumbled to himself, it wasn’t anything new to him, but seeing this as an advertisement for their business of a website was… something. That’s for sure.

It was like watching a bunch of kids goofing around and getting it all on tape. Well, that was exactly what it was. A bunch of young women on the screen, and swap out the word goofing with maybe, rampaging?

His eyes were glued to his screen as he watched the video boasting their skill set, even showing a worker and you drifting your expensive bikes down the highway.

And now John's in his car watching the video once again in the parking lot of the warehouse that Y/N had invited him to.

John was pleasantly surprised that this young crime lord had invited him to her home base after only meeting him once.

Well, technically twice.

John hadn’t bothered with his work attire, he had thrown on a pair of nice jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. He even went the extra mile to put on cologne and touched up his beard.

John sighed and exited his car, locking up and sauntering towards the large industrial looking warehouse.

He could hear a plethora of noises from the building, the big garage door was open, and he raised his eyebrows at the image of dozens of women doing advanced mechanical work on modified bikes, or even riding off on said bikes.

John wasn’t sure what to expect but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

Especially with the Latin girl pop that was blaring from the very impressive stereo set up.

Your chop shop was clean, organized, and busy. Extremely busy. John had been squeezed past by about 7 women already who were hard at work.

It was clear that John was a fish out of water, he was quite literally the only man in this warehouse. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.

What’s the opposite of a sausage fest? John asked himself.

But where were you? John narrowed his eyes and did his best to find you, which happened to be squatting near a motorcycle that was suffering from some serious curb rash, which you were attempting to fix.

It was a sight that was a complete 180 from the other day at the cocktail party. Compared to the long and elegant black dress, you were now in a crop top and some denim overalls, that looked like it had seen better days.

John had to admit, it was pretty cute. He was used to only flirting and going out with women who were refined, and classy. That's what you displayed the other night.

But after seeing those clips of you online, and seeing you here, he knew that was all a front.

You were feminine for sure, however, you obviously had a masculine energy to your personality. John wasn’t used to that, it was really refreshing.

Before John could, one of your workers had hurried over to you.

“You think I should go hybrid or classic?” One of your modification technicians asked, her name was Marie, and she had worked for you for the past 2 years. You looked up, checking out the pictures on her phone she showed you.

This was a difficult decision. Lashes make or break a woman. The choice of a lifetime really.

“Hybrid, you’ll serve cunt with hybrid for sure.” You answer, and the two of you laugh at the ridiculous statement you just said.

Your attention turned to John, who was about 20 feet behind Marie, who was also trying not to laugh.

“Serving cunt? Do I even want to know?”

That was the first thing John had said to you today. You bursted out laughing, trying your best to contain it. It didn’t work. Marie turned around, and her blue eyes widened at the mere sight of John.

He was intimidating by nature, tall, dark, and mysterious. Now add in his deadly reputation, he could make anyone’s skin crawl with just a glance.

“Holy fuck, you didn’t tell me that Wickathan was coming.” Marie blurted, immediately covering her mouth afterward. Your eyes bulged at her, that name was meant to be an inside joke between everyone in your crew.

Dammit, Marie.

“Oh my god, bitch!” You stage whispered, smacking Marie on her shoulder in disappointment.

Did John hear that right?

“Wickathan?” John repeated, stepping up towards you and your current project. The man was a force to be reckoned with, he towered over you, especially now that you weren’t wearing heels. “Did you come up with that yourself?” He asked. It suddenly became hot in the room, caused by his husky voice that was directed towards you.

You forgot that you had just been staring at him for the past ten seconds, with awkward silence swirling between the two of you. Oof.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought it was funny,” you admitted. “I bet the Boogeyman gets fucking old, huh?” you asked, using a mocking tone on the nickname.

John respected your bold attitude.

You could see the way John was looking at you, despite you being a mess from working on bikes all day. His brown eyes trailed up your body and he smiled at seeing you without anything fancy on. He could get used to this.

A woman of many talents? Sign him up.

I might not be a bachelor for long, I better be careful. John thought to himself, smiling down at you.

“Come on, squirt. Let’s have that drink.” John teased, and your face starts to pinken.

Squirt?! What the fuck? You think, stepping from behind the bike, arms crossed while glaring at the menace of a hitman.

“Hey hey, I’m no squirt. What the-"

John interjects by grabbing you by the waist, physically picking you up, and holding you up in the air. You shout at him, and he’s chuckling devilishly at the sight.

Jesus Christ, in front of everyone? I’m their boss! This looks terrible! You’re internally panicking.

“Hey!” You exclaim, attempting to wiggle out of his death grip.

“Oh yeah, you’re a total squirt.” John teased, setting you back down and ruffling your already disheveled head of hair. Your cheeks are beet red, and you grab his forearm and tug him behind you to your private office.

You were a crime boss for fucks sake, is John out of his mind?

John’s laughing at the sight of your much smaller frame guiding him by hand to your office, in fact, he was getting a little excited over it.

Excited would be the understatement of a lifetime.

The sight of your smaller feminine frame compared to his towering large body made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. John shut the door to her office behind him, listening to you sigh and grab two beers out of her fridge.

Interesting. Beer fridge in the office. Respect. John notes.

You handed him a beer but your eyes went straight to his face, on further inspection you noticed a healing black eye and a few new scrapes. Those weren’t there a few days ago. You furrow your eyebrows at him.

There was no way he finished a contract that quickly between seeing you then and now, right?

“Hey, what the hell happened to you?” You ask him, walking closer to him and grazing your dainty fingers over his new wounds. John felt a lump form in his throat.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, she’s so close to me again. Shit! Shit! He’s thinking to himself. John chuckled in an attempt to cover his flustered nature.

“Oh you know, just work. Typical Wednesday for me,” he tells you, he can barely think straight since you’re standing so close to him. You’re wearing that same perfume that you wore when you saw him last, however, it’s overcast by the smell of exhaust and rubber, probably from working in this warehouse all day. “Nothing crazy.”

You rolled your eyes at him and went to go sit on your couch.

“Uh-huh. Who was it this time?” you asked John as he sits fairly close to you on the sofa. Just close enough for his leg to graze your thigh.

John knew exactly what he was doing. A classic playboy tactic, but why did he get this feeling he didn’t want to just hit it and quit it?

John cracked the beer open and read the label. PBR? Unexpected, alright. He couldn’t be mad at that. He took a long sip. Fantastic.

“Ah, some guy that pissed some Cartel member off. The usual.” John sighed, playing back into the couch, stretching his left arm out and laying it on the sofa, coincidentally right behind where you were sitting.

Coincidentally.

This is when John noticed that your couch was purple and velvet. That was some taste you had there. He scanned the room, it was obvious that whoever had this office was a woman in her 20s.

So, you, clearly.

John was shocked that this incredibly feminine office belonged to a crime boss, but he has seen weirder things. But he did have to admit, the office was quite eclectic. Bohemian? What was the word for it? Well, it was something.

“So, how’s work for you? You guys seem awfully busy out there.” John commented as you opened your own beer, his eyes trailing down your body again.

Oh boy. You notice his chest puffing out ever so slightly, god, he was the real deal.

Don’t show weakness, he’s expecting you to fold! Absolutely fucking not! you reaffirm to yourself.

“Pretty good actually. We’re gonna have to do a plate swap on all of the bikes soon though.” You explained, your eyes never leaving his chiseled face.

Shit.

He’s fine as hell.

You stop yourself, you were talking about work. Details about work. Well, not the nitty gritty but, wait a minute.

“Oh? How do you go about that?” John asked, flashing one of those mischievous smirks that he was giving you the other night.

The worst part about it? It fucking worked. His stupid attractive face, those dumb strong hands, his fucking hair that was perfectly styled backward.

He knew it too.

The question he gave you threw you off though. He wants more details on how work is. You raise your eyebrows as your brain goes into panic mode, almost like it’s wired to sense danger or threats.

John can sense that your whole demeanor has changed, long gone was the spunky girl from a minute ago. You were a whole other creature now as you analyzed him, what did he want? Why was he asking questions about your work?

You set your beer down on a side table and sigh.

God dammit.

Whatever, hopefully this would work. Your legs stretch over him until suddenly you’re straddling his lap. John has to cover his mouth to prevent beer from spitting out of his lips, just from pure shock.

“H-hey!” John exclaimed, the feeling of your bottom on his lap and thighs was almost heavenly. Was this seriously happening right now?

You take your hands and wiggle them up his black long-sleeve shirt, in a frantic search for any sort of wires, recording devices, anything really.

But to John, he’s only seeing the attractive young woman feeling him up, her small hands grazing over his lean and muscular torso. They travel to his sides, and then up and down his back, unknowingly tracing over skin that’s covered in tattoos.

Your fingers are making John melt, plus, here you were, only inches from his face. He can’t stop looking at your lips as you’re determined to find anything that would be used to record a conversation.

You’ve lasted this long and built your empire because you were clever, ruthless, but more importantly, cautious.

And here you were, feeling up John fucking Wick to see if he was bugged or not. The most lethal man in the world is centimeters away from you, his hot exhales sticking to your face and neck like sweat.

John can feel his cock grow to the sensation of you straddling him and searching around his body.

John’s heart is pounding, you sigh and take your hands out from underneath his shirt.

Alright, hair it is.

So now, like the little shithead you are, you sit up slightly to dig your fingers through his head of long black locks. Of course, your chest is at eye level with his face, even almost touching it.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing?” John laughed nervously, he wasn’t sure why he was nervous, and his hands were already advancing to your thighs and hips.

What if I just fucked her right here and now on this couch? What I would do to make her scream my name, shit, I want her to ride my cock so bad that she aches for me the next day. John’s mind is screaming with this and other absolutely filthy images.

“Looking for a bug! You keep asking me questions about my job! That is such a federal ass thing to do…” you explain hastily. John’s heart drops. You don’t even notice his hands gripping hard on your hips until he slams you down onto his lap again, snapping you out of your persistent state.

All you can feel pressing up against you is his rock-hard dick.

Oh shit. I’m an idiot.

“You sure do know how to get a man worked up, you know that?” John hisses out. His hand latched onto your small neck, giving it a stern squeeze, you’re too in the moment to even try to move it. He flips you off of his lap, and stands up from the couch, readjusting his clothing and his long hair.

“I’m, uh, going to use the bathroom. Alright?” John asked, you nod, not even putting two and two together since you were so stunned by that move.

Fuck, he sure knows how to manhandle a girl, huh? You silently ask yourself as he quickly leaves the office.

John had to take a few deep breaths once he left the room and shut the door.

“Fuck,” he whispered, all of his instincts are going wild right now. John finds the nearest bathroom in this large warehouse, and locks the door behind him.

If he stayed in that room for another second, he would have absolutely ruined you. John knows damn well you’re no innocent angel, that doesn’t stop him from viewing you as one. As ruthless and dangerous of a woman as you are, he has made up this false sense of purity surrounding your very aura.

John wastes no time in unbuckling his belt and pants, grabbing his thick shaft out of his boxer briefs, and begins to tug. One of the hands that has brought wrath upon so many, now gripping his cock and attempting to relieve himself in a timely manner so he doesn’t raise Y/N's suspicions.

God, she’s way too young for you dude. You shouldn’t be doing this. I bet she’s so tight and wet, oh fuck. John’s mind is racing to the possibilities of what could happen in this bathroom if Y/N was in here with him.

He’s imagining grabbing you by your tiny throat and slamming you against this wall, ripping those overalls off, and throwing them on the floor. He’s so strong that he could lift her up by her thighs against the wall, spread her legs, and thrust right into her tight little cunt.

John’s breath is staggering as he tries to make his grunts and moans as subtle as possible while he pictures himself plowing into you. He’d be torn between being a generous lover or a selfish one.

On one hand, he’s starting to develop feelings for you, his heart flutters when he thinks of your laugh. The way your nose crunches whenever you smile, or the weird slang you use whenever you talk to him.

With all of his hookups after his wife, he never cared too much about making the other women feel good, but he would always succeed.

John was just that good in bed.

You were the exception.

In the very short time he’s had to get to know you, he was starting to catch feelings, and he’s scared of it.

So instead, he's thinking of devouring your pussy and making you cum over, and over again before using you as a hole.

The mere thought of it is enough for John’s knees to tremble as he climaxes, gripping the sink for dear life. He ejaculates into his own hand, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, and he met his own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

The mirror shows a half nude John, breathing rapidly, cock in hand, with beads of salty sweat trickling down his damp skin.

Post-nut clarity is hitting in 3, 2, ah. There it is.

John’s mortified at who he sees in front of him, and he cleans up as fast as he possibly can.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Am I this much of a perv? Holy shit! John’s internally screaming, zipping up his pants and clearing his throat.

The thought of doing any of those acts with a woman as young as you is, tempting, to say the least.

John closed his eyes and took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

He had a drink to finish with you, and he’s praying you didn’t notice how long he was gone.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick imagine #keanu reeves #jw4 #jw #john wick x y/n

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marcellaasblog · 1 year ago

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The bucket list .

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Summary : Your sickness was getting worse ,you have limit to life so you desided to make a bucket list of all the things you wanted to do before you had had to say goodbye.

Warnings : Angst!!, Mention of Death,tiny bit of fluff, hurt/ no confort , no happy ending for the reader or Eddie.

Author's notes: I have been on a roll with angst lately so here is more 💕

Your family and your best friend Eddie knew about your sickness,but they didn't know is that your sickness had gotten worse

You desided to go see your doctor to check up on any progress you made. When you find out that your heart is giving out slowly, you whole body goes cold. You didn't want to die you were to Young to die. You wanted to live your life like everyone else , go to college,have party, get a car and a apartment for yourself travel all across the world, get married and have kids.You wanted it all. It wasn't fare.

Why did the sickness chose you .

Why you?

That how you got the idea to make a bucket list. You wrote all the things down that you wanted to accomplish before you leave. They were just small fun things to do ,you couldn't really do alot not knowing how much time you had left.

You prayed and hope you had time to finish them because the last thing you wanted to do was the most important thing on the bucket list.

When you told Eddie that you made a bucket list he didn't question it which was good that he didn't. He thought it was pretty cool and he was excited to see what you got on your bucket list.

If only he knew.

You accomplish most of your bucket having a crazy adventures with Eddie. You both loved ever second of it. You were gonna misses this so much.

The last day you saw Eddie you were on your second to last thing to do on your bucket list.

You and Eddie went to a lake in the middle of no where you have always wanted to go skinny dipping and this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

You and Eddie had an amazing time playing with the water splashing it into each other's faces or seeing who can stay under the water the longest.You felt like a teenager again when you were with Eddie. He made you feel loved and appreciated, Eddie was the bright stars to your mid-night sky, no matter what happened he would brighten up your day even in your dark times.

You checked off your second to last thing you did. Eddie smiles down at you while you mark it off. You had one more on your bucket list and you couldn't wait to check it off, it was the most important one out of all them and you were determined to finish your bucket list.

As Eddie drive back to his trailer he couldn't help but notice the way you were holding your chest , he felt bad cause he didn't know what to do. He knew that you were sick and it stabs him in his heart a million times knowing that his best friend was hurting from the inside something you had no control over.

He helped you out his van as he leads you to him room laying you down on his bed , he quickly runs to the kitchen grabbing you a water for you medication and a banana for you to eat. He watched as you took you medican for the day helping you hold up the water bottle to your lips as you swallow your daily dosage of the night.

Eddie lays you down kissing your forehead as he tucked you in before he turned off his light getting into the bed with you.

This was normal for you and Eddie to share a bed so you didn't mind as he cuddle up with you.you felt safe and protected like nothing could hurt you.

"hey Eddie" you whispered

"yes sweetheart?" He asked resting his head on yours as he rubs your back.

You wanted to tell him , you wanted to tell him why you made the bucket list,guilt filled you for not saying anything to him sooner but it was to late for that so you lied .

"nothing I just love you ,you know that.?"

You could feel his smile spreading across his face as he pushed his face into your hair.

"I love you too y/n I always will that will never change." He said kissing the top of your head."

"even in death?" You asked

He was a little put off by your question but he knew what you meant.

"yes , even in death I will always love you."

You could feel your nose starting to get irritated and feel your eyes getting heavy from the faint tear in your eyes thay wanted to roll down your face.You smiles at Eddie knowing this could probably be the last time you see him.

"Good." You say as your arms get tighter around Eddies body. You didn't want to let him go you wanted to be like this forever with him.

Eddie could scence something was off but he couldn't put his finger to it. So he ignored it as he cuddled up with you putting you asleep as he sang a little lullaby to you.

When you were sleeping Eddie admired your beautiful features as he runs his fingers through your hair if only he can tell you how he really feels but he was scared. He was scared that he could lose you one day and not know what to do he knew that you were sick but you never updated him if you were better now and he didn't want to force you to say anything so he left it alone, but now as he thinks back at it he wish he would have said something, he wish he would have asked you if you were okay ,he wished he could have confessed his feelings for you but it was too late for that.

Time was running out.

Death switched places with your life as you could feel your soul separating from your body that night.

You passed away in your sleep as your cold pale body cuddled up into Eddie.

He sobbed and begged and screamed for you to wake up as he called the paramedics. Wayne had to hold Eddie back as they took you into the ambulance . He wanted to be their with you just in case their was time to save you.

But their wasn't. The doctor confirmed to your family and friends and eddie that you had died in your sleep and their was no way to bring you back. It hurt worse when they found out that your sickness got worse and you told no one.

Now as Eddie stands above your grave his gets out your bucket list as his tears hit the paper. You never got to finish it and he wanted to do it for you. But he wasn't expecting what the last thing thing on your bucket list was .

His knees hit the floor as he hugs your tombstone clutching the paper to his chest sobbing wishing this was a bad nightmare that he would wake up from any second now.

He wishes you would of started with the last one on your bucket list.

But now it will stay unfinished forever.

bucket list.

1. go camping

2. Have a picnic

3. Get matching tattoos with Eddie on our hips

4.learn how to ride a bike

5. tp Jason house

6. Ding ding ditch the rich neighborhoods

7.prank call the police station

8.Go skinny dipping

9. confess your feeling to Eddie.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #tw: death #tw: sickness

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leonhardt-simp · 2 years ago

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The Girl Who Wrote Me Letters V.

[post-canon/canonverse] | chapter 5

— Annie x Mute! Fem! Reader.

summary: Actions speak louder than words now. Annie is met with difficult decisions but she’ll do anything to figure out what happened to the girl without a voice.

author’s note: Thank you for everyone who waited so patiently, and thank you @tsukidrama for being my beta reader! I hope you enjoy 💕

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“This isn’t up for debate, Doctor.” Vivianne spoke with a huff towards the end, the discussion on what their next move was already annoying her beyond belief.

If Y/N couldn’t convince the doctor to let her move a little freely, she would feel guilty of not helping those around her.

Y/N began to sign ‘I just want to be able to guide our coworkers to their destinations, I think if we have someone who actually had a name of importance there, It could change-’

She was interrupted by Vivianne’s laugh in her face, tossing a paper onto her desk to add to the endless amounts.

“And then what? You die trying to defend a crate with less importance than you?” Vivianne’s golden eyes looked lovingly towards Y/N, her lips lifting into a smirk.

“You’re being foolish, dear. This isn’t some hero story. You’re gonna get yourself killed over people who already don’t want us here.” She reached into her lab pocket on her chest to pull out a cigarette pack, putting one into her mouth then tossing the pack into a drawer before shutting it.

‘They respect me enough-’

That got another muffled laugh from Vivianne, her hand pulling the unlit cigarette from her mouth. “Ah yes, the people of thugs and thieves definitely respect you. Bold statement, Doctor.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her annoyance evident through the furrow of her brows. ‘I can probably show better results than you.’ She signed with an attitude, her attitude causing doctor to scoff at the mere challenge of that statement.

This cigarette gave her a bitter taste in her mouth, so she flicked it into the trash.

“Ah? So that’s why you’re Head of this operation, right? Why you stepped down from that brilliant offer the Queen gave you? Why you’re in my place now? Be realistic, Y/N.” She stood from her chair, walking around the desk, her hand gliding over the papers.

“You’re nothing more than a brilliant second hand. Know your place.” She swiped the papers off her desk.

The importance of data was nothing significant compared to this power challenge the two held.

Eyes held in a nonverbal staring contest, holding tense energy as the two ideas clashed between the two. It struck a nerve in Y/N as well, cause while it was true, she was still surprised someone who held fonder memories would say such a thing.

‘You’re nothing but a replacement, does that hold any weight in performance?’ She fired back.

That was Y/N’s perfect strike, watching as that struck something in Vivianne’s eyes. A dark attitude grew as that lil comment struck at the Leader’s ego.

Vivianne knew what she was even to someone below her like Y/N, at least in her mind the mute doctor was below her. However, skillswise Y/N exceeded. She admired that about her. That’s what sparked their little fling some few years ago, a spark of interest, that drive.

Vivianne couldn’t deny that the younger doctor was attractive. “But even the first one didn’t want you.” Vivianne smirked, she was all that was left for Y/N. A perfect match for someone who was a coward. That’s what she was wasn’t it? The girl who was missing for years. The girl who used to write to communicate to others.

No, that side was dead..

She buried that side of herself with the many other things she desperately had to detach herself from.

That wasn’t all that she let go though…

Y/N’s hands began to clench at the returning memory of the blonde that held her heart since the very beginning of her adventure. Her eyes closed and eyebrows contorted to the sickly feelings that grew in her chest.

She couldn’t say anything.

“Now if this silly game of insults is over.. You will follow your orders and duties without question, darling.” Vivianne reached over to hold that tense hand of the other, kissing the soft flesh on the back of her hand.

“Just do what you do best, hiding in plain sight and working in your office.”

It happened all too suddenly, the angry pull away of Y/N’s arm, the sudden turn and limp-walk out of the room and the loud slam of the office door.

The silence that followed after made the Admin smile greatly, a little giggle that followed as well once she heard the slam of another door.

“Ah, hello, Dr-” Dr. Adler tried to greet her, but Y/N wasn’t going to listen anyways cause once she left that building, she was already on her way to start her own little mission…

First she needed a crate.

———

“Come help me with this!” Dakota requested, the blondes eyes shifting over to the rugged girl and with no hesitation began her climb down.

As quickly Annie came down from the buildings top, Dakota had already began to emerge with the trolley.

The two quickly began to equip the heavy box onto the moving device, Annie helping mostly with the lifting. Even after 3 years, she’s still got it.

“This makes no sense??” Spoken with confusion lacing their tone, their eyes looking up to lock with the blonde who began to pulling her hair back from her face.

“Let’s try not to question this, We have the medicine, let’s hurry it back.” Annie directed, “It would be a wasted opportunity otherwise.” She added, reaching to grab a hanging cloth from one of the clothing lines. Annie wondered if it would be big enough to make the box not look too conspicuous.

Dakota strapped the box down for a snug hold, nothing was falling from this thing. Annie doubled check, adjusting her satchel afterward.

“I-” Fabel was cut off abruptly.

BANG

The noise – distant yet close was enough for both parties to pull out their weapon’s out of instinct. Both began to look up at the buildings frantically, their backs turned to one another.

Annie held her gun in a vice grip, her alert on high.

‘I don’t like this at all…’ The first thought that came to mind, however the echo quieted down. It somewhat made Annie hope that was just it.

“We need to get this to the warehouse now. Guide me out and then have my back.” Dakota strapped her gun back at her side and with minimal struggle began to push the cart off in the direction of the alleyway. "We're practically sitting ducks out here."

Without hesitation Annie nodded, walking ahead to sweep the alley way just in case. The atmosphere felt off, there didn't seem to be anyone nearby.

“All clea-” Annie went to call out but was cut short as another bang rang, the force pushing Annie backwards causing her to stumble and almost trip over her feet. Panic beginning to form in her head. The sound was so close. Dakota dropped the trolly down, ducking behind it and pulling out her gun.

“I knew something was up. Shit!” The voice of pure annoyance came from the gang leader.

The footsteps ran above them. “Fuck.” A silent curse fell from Fabel’s lips, “Did you get h-….Amby?” Their eyes focused on Annie who began to hold her shoulder, her hand retracted to display her blood.

Annie grimaced at her hand, her eyes meeting up with Fabel’s who’s eyes widened at her in fear. The moment ending when more fire was opened on them, causing them both to flinch away from the fire.

‘Shit!’

Annie crawled to hide behind some barrels, her hand holding her wound on her shoulder. The sight made Dakota’s heart race more than before, this wasn’t just because this could’ve gotten someone of importance killed.

They both were dead if they didn’t act now.

An instinct of protection kicked. A breath of confidence made Fabel pull up and began shooting at the figures aiming from the rooftops, her head steady enough to probably hitting one.

Annie winced but began to pull off her hood, reaching towards the edge to use her strength from adrenaline to rip the fabric. It was a temporary fix to stop but it was better than nothing.

‘You never seem to have a scratch on you.’

She could see those curious eyes staring into her soul as if she read her, how she wished to spill everything. So she did, but only to herself.

‘that was cause I couldn’t with my titan powers..’ Annie responded in her head as she wrapped her wound as best as she could, her eyebrows showed irritation.

She reached for her gun out to help in the shoot out, soon seeing as they began to target the crate. A few men trying to drop down and get close enough to possibly snag the valuables.

‘Shit.’

“Fabel!” She called, the attention of the black haired thief bring caught.

Dakota seemed to hit a good couple of men on the roof, ducking back down to look over at the wounded Ambassador. “You need to grab the crate and go.” She said as she checked the ammo count in her gun and cocking the top.

“What?? No way! I’m not leaving you here.” Dakota refused in absolute disbelief that she even had a thought about that.

Annie shook her head, “No! Listen, grab the trolly, run! I’ll be close behind! What matters is the warehouse.” She was annoyed on top of injured, she was just seeing red at this point.

All of this was getting on her nerves, Kota could tell by how she clenched her jaw, making sure her makeshift tourniquet was on her shoulder properly.

The two stared at one another, their eyes simply showing one another that it was time to stop playing around.

Annie was done with these inconveniences, she was a warrior. Kota could see it in her eyes, the blonde that was written in that book she held in that satchel. The determination, even without the titan smoke she held all the power in her.

“Fine…” Kota nodded, peaking out a bit to see the men jumping down from the fire escape and to the crate.

“Here goes nothing..”

Just when Dakota slipped from cover to the crate, Annie stood up with her gun in hand acting in muscle memory.

This may sound morbid but she felt like she was at target practice, her instincts taking over. Her heart racing as each bang of the gun went off, it was deafening.

Kota slid to the crate, pulling out her knife from her strap on her leg to point at the man running up to her. Her eyes wide but determined, she clicked a button on the knife before the man could even pull his gun back up in her direction, springing the blade free and into the chest of the threat, an easy pick.

It was an easy job on Annie’s part as she recalled many things from the past in her training, her grayish blue eyes seemed to tinkle in the dimly lit back alley.

The blonde was playing for lives as she jumped over the barrels and moved to the next cover spot being a next pile of crates her head ducking down to reload. Dakota lowered her knife and lifted her own gun to start shooting to suppress the fire from the roof.

With a cock of her gun she was back to her job, getting Kota the hell out of there.

She couldn’t even tell how many she managed to knock down but it was enough to have Kota start pulling the trolly out. From there Kota was looking at the abandoned street as people began to run for cover, hiding by their stands or into their buildings.

She couldn’t blame them however when she saw an open wagon. She couldn’t help herself.

She looked around in slightly frantic, until she saw a man ducking behind his stand.

“You!” She called out, motioning to the crate.

“Help me with this and I’ll pay you!”The fearful man couldn’t say no to that. So, he helped. The two began trying to lift the wagon up.

Annie was feeling tired though, her adrenaline started to decline and she began to pant, her ears ringing before she finally heard the call of her name.

“Amby! Pull out it’s ready!” It was enough to pull her out, she began to see slightly blurred but she was gonna get out. Her mission wasn’t done.

Kota climbed up over to the main seat, tossing a coin bag over to the man who had helped her, not even bothering to count what was in there. She was sure there was a hefty amount, didn’t matter to her.

“Keep it! Enjoy your night!” She said, shooing the man off, watching him run off before watching as Annie walked up to the side of the wagon, Kota reaching down to hand a helping hand to bring her small self up to the passenger seat.

With Annie in the seat, she turned around to hold her gun out in case they began to spill from the alleyways, but nothing followed them.

Nothing stopped them as they began to ride, a crack of the reins setting the already startled horses forward.

Once they seemed far enough Annie had sat back down in her seat, leaning back and closing her eyes in exhaustion.

She was sore… She hadn’t felt this since she was 12…

“Rest up, Amby. I’ll get you help when we get back..” The captain had said reassuringly. That was enough to let Annie relax a bit, however her arm was starting to feel the pain of her wound.

Annie could only nod as she leaned back, her head falling back, her hand holding her shoulder while the other still held onto her gun.

The rush had faded, now she just needed to pray they could get to the warehouse in time.

———

She could remember everything, down to the nearest detail of that day. When Annie became just a little closer to the girl who had everyone whispering to each other.

It was simple curiosity that struck her, nothing more than that.

She remembered seeing her fight against some of the other trainees, while it wasn’t the best, she still held her own. What really stuck to Shadis was her medical knowledge, her rush to aid whenever someone needed it. He couldn’t deny it impressed him.

He would observe her whenever she fought, she had a way of moving that would be both ridiculous but effective as she was more passive than aggressive. It was a change from seeing the usual aggressive fighting styles.

She was usually the first to help stabilize trainees before the medical helpers would come in, her eyes always managing to show some compassion that eased the trainee down. It changed what he had believed about her. Just slightly though..

Annie could remember the day that she was sat out from the usual trainee session, her only new set of training be that she could lift a human-like bag. Practically, it was like a weight training when others watched her. Sometimes she was practicing tourniquets or learning to lift the bodies into a wagon.

Though it wasn’t the standard of what they wanted here, Shadis made an exception as a field medic could save a life. It wasn’t like she would make it far anyways…

It was kind of a habit now for Annie to watch her do her separate training sessions as they lasted longer than the usual training session. She also had the usual scout training, so she seemed to have much on her plate but she didn’t complain.

Until, she suddenly couldn’t find her in the crowds of people anymore. She wasn’t at breakfast nor lunch, her spot in the cabins would be empty as well…

That wasn’t until another hot day,

Annie remembered being more preoccupied with hand to hand, her opponent’s day was probably ruined to know he had her as a partner.

Soon after showing her fighting knowledge, Shadis had called her out to take a break. She stood above her partner, in her hand being that wooden knife that she paid no mind to just toss into her partner’s possession before walking off.

Under a tree, she stood waiting for her next set of orders when suddenly she heard slight scribbling causing her head to turn to the noise. Just beyond a little bush was she.

The girl sat crisscrossed with a book in hand and a writer in the next, her eyes observing a grasshopper that sat on a blade of grass. With the new presence, the grasshopper hopped away.

Y/N’s eyes widened before she heard a slight rustle of leaves, her head turning quickly to look up at the blonde who seemed curious in the activity.

Eyes met with equal curiosity, a little head nod started their small discussion though only one-sided.

However, Annie didn’t mind reading.

———

Once they had gotten back, Dakota had given Annie off to a trusted friend for treatment while she spoke with trusted men who would go tell the news to Dr. Adler. She was gonna get this stuff pumped out soon, she first needed to make sure Miss Leonhardt was up and ready, because she wasn’t gonna work her to death. She didn’t need that on her hands at the moment.

“You! I’m trusting you with getting this stuff to those on the Northside.” She ordered, her eyes watching intensely as they began to unload the medicine.

“Oh! and please be gentle. I don’t want to go through hell again trying to get this.” She recalled as she walked towards the room for medical attention, her eyes settling on the woman of the hour, closing the door behind them.

The blonde’s head was throbbing while the gang’s medic took a look at Annie’s wounds, her eyes closed to regain a bit of herself. She hadn’t felt a rush like that for a few years, it felt odd now that she didn’t have her titan form.

She couldn’t really say whether she felt weaker or if she was just always this way, but she was content that she was able to pull her act together. She had a moment of clarity, she needed to step it up.

Even with her head clouded with distractions, she needed to focus better. That much was clear.

“You know you’d do great down here.” She teased Annie not wanting to feed into her antics, she couldn’t help herself though with her usual sarcastic attitude.

“Oh definitely, I’m sure I would.” her voice held a bit of exhaustion but she seemed to rest up as she laid there, a wince coming from her mouth as the “nurse” cleaned her stitches.

“Can you please sit up, It’s time for the bandages.” The quiet medic spoke, aiding Annie up to get started on making sure the wound was properly dressed.

“You think just anyone could’ve pulled that off?? I think that’s just one victory to add to the future many!” Dakota celebrated as she turned her back when Annie had begun to get her body bandaged out of respect.

Annie shook her head, “But, we need to start looking at the obvious here. You said you didn’t recognize those people.. Do you think we were set up?” She pointed out.

That entire scene shouldn’t go unchecked, especially since those people didn’t mind killing someone important. It seemed like they didn’t really hold back, that much was enough to make Annie start paying attention.

There’s too many things that didn’t make sense. Someone obviously led them there and from how Kota had expressed how their usual trade offs went, this was way different than usual. They needed to work this out before anyone got hurt further. Annie was worried her killing people again would compromise her position, that war was coming again.

Fabel’s expression turned slightly more serious as they began to remember more.

“It’s hard to say it was a set up though… Especially since they were right about the location… The people up on the rooftops didn’t look anything like the people who dropped the stuff off either..”

The medic patted Annie on the shoulder as a motion to let her know she was good to go, helping her take some painkillers for the road.

“Then?” Annie responded as she scooted to the edge of the bed.

“I think someone saw us and ran to tell someone else… I think the crate was genuine from the doctors… but…” Dakota was still in doubt, she didn’t know exactly what to say about the whole thing.

Annie tried to think a bit harder on what they witnessed, her eyes moving to see a cleaner shirt and hood on the chair beside them. She smiled in slight appreciation as she moved to grab the slightly baggy but wearable button up to throw on.

“But?” Annie questioned, her head turning over to the captain as they turned to look back at the blonde.

“The attire, usually it’s people from the actual medical buildings we have down here that drop the stuff off…” Kota explained, her eyes shifting away to look at a nearby wall.

“They looked cleaner?? Like actually professionals.” She described them and Annie took the facts into consideration as she buttoned up her shirt leaving the first few at the top unbuttoned as she got lazy. She didn’t mind rolling up her sleeves, her hands tucking in the shirt in a bit as well before she went to grab her newish hood.

Dakota wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the new information since everything turned out alright, for the most part. “We won’t know anything more until we hear back from-”

Then she was interrupted, a slam of the doors and some frantic footsteps rushing their way caused Dakota and Annie to both look over.

“CAPTAIN! The…” The gang member was panting and heaving from their long run, it alarmed both the Ambassador and the Leader.

Dakota looked over to who she recognized as Douglas, “What’s wrong?? Wwhat’re you running for??” The young assistant nodded in response, his bent over to catch his breath.

“There was… pant…An attack… pant.. On the East medical building…” He struggled to get out as much as he could.

It took him a hot minute to properly get the words out, him standing straight to look towards his leader and the ambassador.

“One of Vivianne’s people said there was still a doctor inside… One stayed overtime, I couldn’t bring myself to go inside to help.” He admitted his guilt, not receiving any judgment from either of the two.

Annie and Dakota looked at one another, she patted the boy’s shoulder, “You did well.” She reassured the boy before waving him off. “Now, go. Get home safely. We’ll handle the situation shortly.” She confirmed as she shooed the boy away, watching as he was jogging off again.

“You think it’s the same people who were shot at us earlier?” Annie wondered out loud, Fabel walking past to start getting ready for their next adventure, checking her weapons before placing them back in their holsters.

“One way to find out, I suppose.” The leader didn’t seem too thrilled about it. Going into possibly another gun was something she wanted to avoid, there was enough bloodshed.

Annie nodded, pulling up her hood as she began to grab her things once more, grabbing her satchel as they began to head out.

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The boy wasn’t lying when he said there was an attack, when the duo arrived there seemed to be glass broken, bodies starting to lie in the corridors. It made Annie feel a clench in her gut, something about all the medical stuff around gave her those slight flashes of the past.

There were many times Annie would come into the medical buildings above ground, then she would see her. However, nothing would remind her better than after her mission.

Kota watched the Ambassador space out, snapping her fingers. “No time to get distracted, come on.” She whispered just in case there was more people inside, the only thing they hoped for was that the doctor was still alive.

Annie followed close behind, the stairs creaking underneath their weight as they went up. The place seemed like it was ransacked almost, however nothing was taken? As if someone was looking for something… or someone.

Annie made a mental note of the papers on the ground, the different rooms that had boards and desks, some held beds. Whoever stayed here had gotten up and just left without their stuff, it was obvious it was sudden as well.

Anyone could tell these people were leaving in a rush and those who intruded were searching for something, it wasn’t hard not to be curious of the damage.

It seemed to just get worse as they kept walking down the corridor, A light at the end of the hallway showing nothing but a shadow kneeling down beside something before walking off to the side.

It was a sight that made both the leader and the ambassador hold their breath.

“Is anyone here?” Kota called out, Annie moving forward with her gun in hand. The call obviously made someone shift to hide or run cause they both heard the sound of steps walking further away.

Dakota took initiative to move closer into the room, her hand holding her gun close while Annie moved in after, looking around and behind the door but…

No one was there.

The first thing they both noticed was the bodies laying about, one with a book over it’s face and two more. One slumped against the wall by the door and one laying behind the desk. Color Dakota impressed, she wasn’t sure what to say about this sight. All she could do was whistle as if to say ‘wow’.

“Fucking hell…” Dakota wondered how these Doctors trained.

Annie looked about, her eyes soon landing on the chalk board of notes and equations. Her interest was piqued as she felt connected to the letters written there.

Dakota searched about to look down on one corpse in particular, a body with a book on its face, kneeling down beside the deceased body to lift the book up. Maybe a sign of respect? The book didn’t seem to hold any value to hiding anything. They even went as far as checking pockets but nothing.

“Did you find anything?” Kota wondered but got no answer as Annie stared at the hand writing, her ears began to ring slightly as she stared at one little note on the chalk board in particular.

The silence was enough to cause Kota look over to the ambassador, watching her actions carefully as she stood up.

Reminder: Meet with Luther and Denis for delivery.

‘Delivery?…’ Annie questioned, her eyebrows furrowing down before something clicked in her head. Her first instinct was to pull out the journal but just as she did, a loud slam had echoed through the room.

Before either could react, Dakota felt the back of her leg get kicked in, sending her to her knees before a sharp and hard pain whacked her on the side of the head that knocked her over. The sudden commotion pulled Annie out of her small distraction.

Annie turned to pull her gun up but within an instant it was shot out her hand, sending it out of her hand, the person in question finally getting them both in a vulnerable state.

Annie held up her hands up in surrender “We aren’t here to-” Her words died on her lips the moment that she connected eyes with those familiar E/C eyes.

Annie at first thought maybe this was another one of those things she just imagined but when she heard the gun cock, she felt slight panic. The doctor panted as she tried to gain the courage to take another life, but just before she finally got to pull the trigger…

She was quick to pull down her hood, hoping to see if that changed anything. The it went quiet.

‘That can’t be…’

There was a new shift in the air, the gun in the doctor’s hands beginning to tremble slightly as the two held eye contact.

Y/N began to get filled with a whole new different emotion, the feelings of everything from betrayal to anger, frustration to happiness and grief… Why now?? Of all the times she needed Annie? Why now?

“… Y/N?…”

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mylittleredgirl · 9 months ago

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dear hurtcomfortex author

thank you so much for writing for me! i hope you have fun. i'm very easy to please as a reader and love to be surprised! (i love treats, too!)

there were so many more wonderful tags to choose from (and i completed my sign-up 30 seconds before the bell), so in addition to my sign-up tags, feel free to write to any of my general likes below for any requested ship, or other similar tropes as long as they avoid my DNWs.

❤️‍🩹 hurt/comfort likes: aftermath stories | characters who don't expect comfort learning how to accept it | comforting characters heal themselves through the act of helping | comforting each other while hiding/waiting/in fear | cumulative damage (emotional or physical) | hurt character struggles to maintain their dignity… and ultimately regains it | “i should have been there/been able to stop it” | “i'll stay with you” | kindness tailored to the way a character can accept it | made to watch (or can’t stop imagining) | one hurt physically/one hurt emotionally | platonic physical comfort | shared vulnerability | sexual healing | “the last straw” is something small.

⛔️ DNWs: alternate-setting AUs (law office, coffee-shop, etc; small & large canon divergences are welcome though!) | bashing of other characters or past canon relationships | cannibalism | crossovers (except between series in the same universe, like star trek) | hurt no comfort | non-canon nicknames | non-con between requested characters (dubcon ok) | non-sexual bodily fluids in sex scenes | permanent character death | permanent loss of autonomy | spelling out accents (for human characters) | unplanned pregnancy | zombies or blood-sucking vampires (other canon-typical aliens and cryptids are welcome!).

⚠️ opt-ins for common DNWs: i’m fine with sexual violence being part of the story or backstory (including in childhood), as long as it’s not graphic, not committed by major/recurring canon characters, and doesn’t cause irreparable damage (e.g. not "will always feel pain or fear with sex," has to quit their job, etc). i like second-person POV a lot, as long as the “you” is a canon character. i dnw major character death, but death/grief for other people or animals is fine. i’m also OK with body image issues, canon-typical sexism, infidelity, medical/surgical things, mental illness, miscarriage, and torture.

🌃 Stargate Atlantis 🌃 john sheppard/elizabeth weir (hurt either one or both)

(hurting both wasn't technically an option, but i would welcome it!)

these two are made for hurt/comfort. they're both strong and have been through so many wringers. they're terrible at admitting vulnerability, taking care of themselves, and accepting help from others. i would love to see them support each other (well or clumsily) through canon suffering, brand-new suffering of your choosing, or just a hard day at the office. some interesting tag options for them are the "character planned to die but didn't" option (perhaps elizabeth more than john -- i think he's aware in canon of his protagonist invulnerability), "bad guys made them do it" for a darker dubcon take for them to work through together, and "rehumanization" has canon and metaphorical potential for either one of them. please feel especially free to bring your own ideas for these two -- i have rarely met a sheppard/weir idea i didn't love!

⛑ M*A*S*H ⛑ margaret houlihan & colonel potter (hurt either or both); trapper/hawkeye/margaret (hurt margaret)

i'm now up to season five in m*a*s*h and am so so so obsessed, and especially chewing the drywall about margaret. there's so much wrong with her. there's so much wrong with everyone. truly a show for the ages. there's lots of hurt/comfort potential built into the day-to-day premise -- the long brutal days in a long brutal war, the conditions, the stress, how no one ever has everything they need -- as well as the option for exciting war zone drama. anything from slice-of-life hurt/comfort to dramatic action/adventure would be loved!! i would prefer fic that only includes canon from seasons 1-6, since i probably won't have seen all of the later seasons before reveal time, but that’s not a dnw.

margaret & colonel potter: i loveeee the developing surrogate father/daughter relationship here. it offers so much potential for her to heal and grow, and he has such a soft spot for her in return. i would love to stick them in a little peril to see them get closer -- we know they go together into the villages to do medicine sometimes (and he already got shot once), so perhaps something exciting happens on one of those trips? if you'd rather stay low-key in camp, some emotional support that lets her feel seen or lets him get something back for all the one-way support he offers the others would be lovely.

trapper/hawkeye/margaret: there's so much charged (and horny) energy between them, i can't resist. the times they brought her into their circle (even if reluctantly) were so funny and sweet. i’m happy with any level of ship, pre-ship, or “&” friendship here. i have great love for the ongoing frank/margaret disaster as well, so feel free to include him/that relationship in the story or not however you wish (though if you're using him to hurt her, please keep it within the general canon range of damage -- he should definitely not be the perpetrator in the almost-raped tag scenario up there).

regarding the tags for this show: i genuinely dropped the ball here by not including any tags where trapper & hawkeye caused the hurt they're now trying to resolve, because that would be very in character! if you would like to go that route and make them atone for some of their little crimes, i would love it. even if they’re all friends or lovers now, old habits die hard…

🛸 The X-Files 🛸 john doggett/monica reyes (monica or both hurt); john doggett/monica reyes/dana scully (hurt any one of them)

at this point i was panicking about finishing my sign-up, so please feel free to add extra tags! the x-files excels at generating horrifying ways men and creatures can cause harm, and anything within the scope of what happens to agents in a monster of the week ep in canon is fair game (except dnw zombies or vampires). i love the season nine agents and the variable dynamics of longing and need and trust and friendship between all three of them, and the x-files is at its best when the agents are going all out to protect each other!

the tag i have up there is "both captured," but having just one of them captured and the other(s) panicking/coming to their rescue would also be great, or tending the wounds afterwards. some soft comfort after any canon episode or an original case-gone-wrong would also hit the spot. monica is usually the one offering emotional support, so it would be nice to see that go the other way sometimes!

a prompt i always hope someone will fill is “three agents spend the night snowed in with ghosts,” with the author’s choice whether to interpret it as paranormal ghosts or the angsty figurative ghosts they’re all carrying around.

🛰 Babylon 5 🛰 michael garibaldi/susan ivanova/talia winters (all hurt or hurt talia); lyta alexander & talia winters (hurt talia)

i really, really want talia to survive. i think susan and michael would be the most motivated to rescue her, and lyta would be the most capable of cleaning up the damage.

i love telepathy in babylon 5. psi corps is so deeply fascinating and fucked up. lyta and talia get so used and abused from so many directions, and the more power they gain, the less freedom and agency they have. the two of them have the same backstory of briefly interning with the psi corps, and i have always wondered if they knew each other pre-canon, and how that might have impacted lyta after unmasking talia's alter ego.

DNW exception for this fandom: while i usually DNW unplanned pregnancy, psi corps tortures its people in all kinds of ways, including reproductive control. i'm fine going dark for psi corps stories (non-con, torture, etc is all built into canon!) as long as our characters come out alive and there's some comfort, love, support, and a hopeful ending.

that's it!! thank you again! i hope something here was inspiring or at least not too boring. i will be delighted and so grateful for whatever i receive. enjoy!

#dear author #fic exchange

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astraeasilvers · 7 months ago

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🍓 ⇢ Watched Eyeshield 21, had an idea to look for fics of HiruSena, met @nonbayanary who inspired me to write my own LOL 🌵 ⇢ Can I link my own? 🕯️ ⇢ I don't really edit. I write by the seat of my pants. Meaning no drafts, no beta, we die like I do from my ADHD 🛼 ⇢ 🏫🧛‍♂️🏈💕🔺 🥑 ⇢ @nonbayanary @fandonnavyce 🥤 ⇢ Either @nonbayanary 's fics, or @moxiepoxy 's A Fated Pair Sasaki to Miyano fic 💌 ⇢ Depends... in which email? 🌻 ⇢ @nonbayanary 🐇 ⇢ Either way, as long as the story is good, and the writing has heart, I'm fine either way. 🧃 ⇢ Not exactly lore, but... You know how in each of my fics, Sena's dad is dead? Yeah, no real reason for it, I just can't write happy, whole families and don't want to bother writing two parents LOL 🎲 ⇢ ADHD 🍄 ⇢ HiruSena headcannon: Hiruma is the biggest fucking simp for Sena. He just internalizes it so bad, no one could usually tell. Also, Musashi is 100% taller than Hiruma. At least by a couple centimeters. He just gives tall energy. 🧸 ⇢ Just reach out to me, and be nice! I love to meet new people, and I love to talk to people about mutual interests, or just geek out over many things! 🪐 ⇢ ... Uh... gimme a second, I'll think of something....

I dyed my hair today? Something I've been wanting to do again for so long. 2, I've been writing a lot, and enjoying it. 3... I guess I've been having fun interacting with my online friends. I don't have much going on in my life, honestly LOL 📚 ⇢ Not really a notes app, just a note in my google doc for a WIP. It's really long, to summarize, It's the ATLA HiruSena prompt. 🍬 ⇢ I don't really have any? Like, I don't watch many REALLY popular shows, and the ones I do, I don't have strong opinions on anyone, really. But when I do, they're not 'unpopular.' 🔪 ⇢ ... I'd skip this but then you all might think it's worse than it actually is. I was researching what non-ace/aro people consider a normal pace for a relationship LMAO (my single AF ass wouldn't, and will not know) 🦷 ⇢ If you get stumped while writing, just brainstorm the weirdest fucking shit you can think of. Sooner or later you'll find where you want to go, or what you want to add. The starting off really weird tends to lead to running out of 'weird' and finally coming up with 'somewhat sane' ideas. ❄️ ⇢ I have so many fic/plot ideas, I can't pick one. But, If I had to pick an author outside myself who would know the perfect way to do it, it would be @nonbayanary 🌿 ⇢ One is to just write, like, anything and if it comes out bad, you can always try again, or use it as a base to edit until you get it where you like it. Another is to brainstorm a few basic plot points to hit on as you write, and sort of fill out the in-between parts.

What I typically do is just go one sentence at a time, slowly building up the scene until I get a hit of inspiration on where I want it to go, and then come back and edit the build up, if it took too long and got ramble-y

One thing you can do, if you want to procrastinate while also getting some inspiration, is to build a playlist of music that you think fits your story. That way you can listen to it as you write. It sometimes helps in the long run. 🥐 ⇢ Not really an internet reference, but something my sister and I reference a lot, that makes me laugh.

🏜️ ⇢ One's that say I made their day, or made them happy/excited in general, or that they look forward to my updates. 🍦 ⇢ I don't really hate any characters? 😐 🥝 ⇢ Not really. Only if it's to keep the peace. I'd say what the lie was, but it has pretty... depressing context. 🦋 ⇢ Nothing big, just that I wish my freaking OCD and ADHD would quite raging at me. 🦴 ⇢ Eyeshield 21 is, like, the only thing that's ever inspired me to write LOL 🍅 ⇢ Try to focus less on phrasing, and just getting the point/intent/emotion across 🐚 ⇢ Not a big fan of them. I prefer to know when change (aka a 'surprise') is coming. That's why I love spoilers LOL 🪲 ⇢ Can't really do that without giving a lot away, or just pasting one of my old Passage Quotes. 😅 ☁️ ⇢ No real specific reason. Nullified King is just kind of the alternate to anotherof my usernames. Astraea is the sky maiden of Justice and Purity, and just a name I really love. Silvers represent smy other main username 'Silver Phoenix' which has it's roots in myt OG character (I'll save that story for another day) 🐝 ⇢ @nonbayanary and @fandonnavyce as well as @ayumifantasy91 @livannasalinger and @chaoticasthael You all have been so kind and helpful through it all! You've given me inspiration, support, and kindness, and I'm so happy to have met you guys! 🌸 ⇢ I do! I have two cats, my sister has two cats, and we just inherited my Oma's cat! I don't have pics of them on my laptop tho, so I can't share any right now 😅 🎨 ⇢ This piece was made for me by someone who read my fic Lightspeed Heartbeat and I still get really emotional over it! 🧩 ⇢ No matter how good the story, if the spelling/grammar is bad, I just can't. It's just something with how my brain works, sorry!

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now? 🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? 🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

#fanfic writers #ao3 author #ask game #astraea's thoughts

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hiii! how are u? just recently discovered ur blog and i really liked your content! i was hoping to get a matchup with jjk if it's possible (?) could be a nsfw one if you feel comfortable

i'm a bisexual woman, 2001's baby and currently working my ass off at med school. if i had to describe myself i would say that i'm very worried about everything all the time, i care about people, i'm always stressed — my grandma once said that i've been in a constant state of stress since i was a kid, never relaxing (maybe in the coffin i may rip) — i do recognize that i don't have the most likeable personality i can be too sincere, stubborn and dramatic, but i'm loyal and i would die before letting anyone i care about get hurt. i like reading, absolutely adore cats, bubble baths, eating and my favorite hobbie is sleeping, i despise any type of bullying and specially when it is related to someone's appearance, i can not cook for god's sake and i'm not the biggest fan of noisy places

ty and sorry if there's something wrong english is not my first language, i really appreciate your work! 💕

Evening Lovely !

Happy October ! :3

For JJK I match you with....

Choso Kamo

-Upon first impression, Choso is a relatively reserved and dissociated individual, often portraying him to be cold or harsh, especially those who he does not consider to be close to him. His main focus is on the protection of his loved ones; his family means everything to him. He tends to avoid social interactions with strangers as he considers them to be unnecessary and potentially harmful.

No one is entirely truthful and transparent. No one can really be trusted.

-Until now Choso remained vigilant and reserved, however, there was something about you that enticed him. He saw many parts of himself in you and this was intriguing. At first he would just observe you from a far, lurking, desperate to find more about you. He would never come close or pursue. He needed to make sure to gather as much information as possible to ensure that once the chase was over he could be successful in gaining your approval. It was thrilling.

Prey.

-He was thorough in his work and upon observing your extensive research and hard work in the medical field he perceived you to be an extremely admirable individual. Choso was far from the type to cut corners or find shortcuts, therefore when he saw your efforts in your studies it only made him fall harder. He was practically head over heels. You were no longer a desire but instead, a need, a necessity. The thought of losing the chance of winning you over gave him nightmares. The thought of some scum pining over you, wooing you irked him.

You were already his before you even knew it.

-After months, Choso finally plucked up the courage to take the risk. He finally decided to take the next step, to really get to know you. He just needed the right opportunity. He knew you spent a lot of your free time researching and studying in your campus library, they seemed to be long and lonely nights. It would be perfect. He was quiet and kept to himself so a library would be the perfect setting to introduce himself at last. It was a dull and dismal Friday night; it was raining, the air harsh from the biting cold. The library itself was quite the opposite, despite its cold and uninviting appearance, your presence was more than enough to warm the room. His heart pounded with every step he took into the room, he was certain that you could see it beating out of his chest. Despite his nerves, his collected demeanour managed to mask any uncertainty or second thoughts. He had practically calculated every possible outcome up until now.

There was no room for error.

-He clears his throat and gently utters the sentence, 'excuse me- do you mind if I sit here?' .

{Authors note, ughhh cliffhanger I knowwwww ! I really enjoyed this one, feel free to pop me a message or head over to my ko-fi if you want a whole fan fic based from this :3 }

#jjk matchups #matchups #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fanfic #artist on kofi #kofi #ko fi commissions #choso kamo

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im-a-killer-queen · 3 years ago

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LEVI X READER

The job (Part 2)

Part 1 Part 3

Based on @lazyexuseforausername idea.

Warnings: suggestive themes.

Summary: A Commander from the Garrison Corp hired you to find a notebook with names of corrupted soldiers in the Corps.

Author note: here you have part 2, I didn’t expect this to have a second part and now it’ll probably even have a part 3. Hope you like it💕

Part 3 it’s most likely to have smut.

Please let me know if there is any mistake.

“Levi” You moaned, he was kissing your neck and caressing your thighs. Your hand was in his scalp to hold him close.

He was between your legs, whispering sweet nothings while making his way down, kissing every part of your skin.

Your eyes opened when your heard aggressive knocks on your door.

You sighted, it was just a dream.

Rubbing your eyes you made your way to the door opening it with anger.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” you rolled your eyes. There was a bunch of soldiers from The Survey Corps. “What is it this time?” You started while walking inside the house, not caring if they followed you or not, “more corrupts you need me to find?” You laughed.

A tall man with a poor beard and mustache came in with a serious face. He went really close to you “hey, personal space” you said placing a hand on his chest. Shit he was hard as a rock.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Did he just smelled you? What is wrong with this people? He stepped back and smiled.

“My name is Miche Zacharius” he said calmly “I’m a Commander from the Survey Corps”.

“Okay, what do you want?” You asked, tired of the situation. Why were you so irritated? You didn’t know.

Was it because of the dream? You thought you forgot him, apparently you didn’t. Was it because you wanted more of that dream? Maybe, but it was not possible. Or was it?

Normally you would have never let those people inside your house. But what if he was there? Well, he wasn’t. But maybe you could see him again. You slapped yourself mentally for this thoughts.

“Well, we‘ ve heard you have a ODM gear equipment on your possession” the rest of the soldiers started surrounding you, you looked at them from behind your kitchen counter.

“You’ve heard wrong” you knew he was not dumb “but in case I had one, what’s with it?”

“In case you had one” he took a little decoration knife you had there between his thumb and his index finger, examining it “you would probably be really skilled and also, we would have to take it from you” you didn’t said anything, you just stared at him. “Unless…”

“Unless…” you repeated. He smirked.

“Unless you join the Survey Corps” you laughed hard.

“Are you crazy?” You cleaned your tears “c’mon, if I wanted to die I would just go to some bar three blocks from here”

“Yes, but you would stay here forever” he stepped closer the counter and leaned onto it with his hands pressed on the wood “I’m offering you a life on the outside”.

You froze, you didn’t thought about it. It’s true that you could go out whenever you want thanks to the equipment, but you could never stay there for more than a day, and they are starting to close all the ways out you have.

A life on the outside. Not having to worry about disgusting man that want to hurt you, not having to worry about everyone being a criminal, not having to worry about being killed or something worst while you sleep.

You had this things under control by now, but it didn’t meant that you didn’t want to stop living life like that. Stop stealing to survive, to get horrible and multiple jobs in order to have some money.

Being part of the Survey Corps was risky, you could die in every expedition. But at least you would do something useful, you wouldn’t do harm to other, you would have good food and a good bed. Maybe even friends. A family.

You didn’t want to get exicted by all of that, but it was already too late. You didn’t knew how much you wanted to leave this life behind until this moment.

You sighted.

“I’m ready then” you smiled at him “let’s get out of here”.

You could never get use to the feeling of the sun on your skin. The colors the plants and trees had. The warmth.

You didn’t felt like you deserve to feel all of that, at least not while there was good people on the underground that couldn’t feel it. But you couldn’t do much for them now nor then.

You recognized the headquarters and smiled thinking of that night. It was fun. You wanted to see Sasha again, and even tell her you were sorry, especially if she got any trouble because of you.

Suddenly you grew nervous. You remembered him. Would he be mad at you? You hit his head. What would he think of you? Specially after all the things you said. You felt your cheeks burn. You didn’t knew why, but knowing that you were going to see him and Erwin everyday after all the things you said made you feel embarrassed.

There was more people outside now on the day. Most of them were training. You sighted, you didn’t want to train.

Miche chuckled “we’ll go easy on you, don’t worry” you chuckled too “you can read minds now?” You asked.

“You are a really expressive girl” he smiled at you “is easy to know what you are thinking” well that’s not true, but you were feeling safe now, so you let your guard down.

“So, where are we going?” You asked while following him down different halls.

“Commander Erwin’s office” You tensed “he is the one that is going to take care of you”

“Why him?” He chuckled.

“This was his idea” he answered before stopping in front of the same door Levi took you last time. Your face hits on his back. “Oh, are you okay?” He asks while you rub your face.

“Mnh, yeah” you wanted to ask him more things about why Erwin wanted to recruit you, but he already knocked on the door and the same voice from last time said the same words “Come in”.

You both did. And just when you thought you couldn’t had more bad luck, you saw Levi standing next to Erwin. On the other side was another person with glasses and hair tied.

“See who’s here” Erwin smiled at you “think we didn’t met properly last time” he gave you his hand “Commander Erwin Smith”

You took it and said your name. He smiled wider. He was really handsome.

“This is Captain Levi, i thing you already know who he is” he laughed. You just looked at each other, without saying a word, you decided to give him a teasing smile and he just blushed and looked away. Gods he was adorable.

“And this is Hange Zoe” you looked at them.

“Welcome” they said smiling at you, but it wasn’t a warm smile, you almost felt like if you were an object they were examining “I’ve heard that you sneaked in last time you were here!” They were too exited about that, you tought. “You cleaned the corruption around here!” They were excited.

You smiled at them “I guess”.

“Tsk, don’t act shy now” Levi said “we know you are not an innocent girl” you forrowed your brows.

“I know I’m not and I’m not trying any of you to think that” you said “but I’m nice” you smiled teasingly again “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings last time I was here, but I was working and I did what i did in order to succeed”

He was throwing daggers at you with his gaze. Erwin chuckled “we are gonna need that determination outside the walls” he smiled again “now Miche will show you your bed and give you your clothes, the you’ll train”.

You wanted to say that it was too soon, that you wanted to have some rest, but you knew it didn’t work like that. So you just followed Miche, feeling Levi’s eyes on your back.

After showing you the room you shared with some girls you obviously didn’t knew and giving you your clothes Miche told you to go to the training field and that he would sent someone to lead you to your squad.

“I thought I was gonna be on your squad” you said and he chuckled.

“No, but don’t worry, you’ll love your squad, specially the Captain, I’ve heard he is lovely” you knew he was being sarcastic, you were sarcasm personified.

“That bad is he?” You asked.

He just laughed and left you there.

Perfect.

When you were dressed you looked at yourself in the mirror. You liked how it looked, you even felt important. Like you were just where you had to. It was a pleasant feeling.

You didn’t hurry your way there, it was your first day anyway, and if the Captain said something, you would just blame it on Miche.

You liked Miche, he made you feel safe. Being with him felt like home. You didn’t wanted to catch feeling for people there, but you just couldn’t help it. It was like you needed it. After all this years by yourself, you needed some loving.

When you arrived the field you saw Sasha there. She smiled when she saw you and gave you a hug.

“You’re back!” She screamed “you didn’t told me your name last time” you told her.

“I’m Sasha Brouse” she said putting a fist on her heart. She seemed proud of who she was. That made you smile.

“Nice to meet you Sasha” you smiled “I hope I didn’t get you in much trouble last time” you started walking with her.

“Are you joking?” She smiled wider “I helped you getting this corrupts names! Connie was SO jelaous” you laughed even though you didn’t knew who Connie was.

When you arrived the place your soul fell to your feet.

“You are late” Levi said dead serious.

“Miche took his time showing me the place” you simply answered. He just Tsk at you.

“Oi, cadets” all of them made some kind of salute. Scary. “This is our new cadet” he presented you “she is going to be in this squad” you saw some of them smiling at you “she is from the underground”.

Okay, he didn’t need to say that. You could see how everyone looked at Levi, like they didn’t believed it.

Is it that bad? You felt like shit.

But you kept your head up.

“Welcome to the squad!” Sasha smiled and you appreciated that. One by one they introduced themselves. And after that, the training started.

Good thing about this. You knew how to fight. You were now fighting Jean, another cadet from the squad. He was good.

After a few minutes you pinned him to the ground. He looked pissed. You got off him and gave him your hand to help him. At first he just stared at him, and just when you thought he was going to ignore it, he took it and smiled at you once he was on his feet.

“You are good” he placed his hand on your shoulder and you felt a wave of warmth wash all over your body.

“You too” you smiled “i kind of cheated anyway”

“Well, when you have to survive you don’t follow rules, do you?”

“Yeah, you’re right”

You liked him, he was nice, and he looked like the kind of person that would survive on the underground. He knew what was needed in order to survive. He also looked like he cared about others.

You saw him help the rest of the squad after that. Someone patted your shoulder.

It was Levi.

“You are not bad at this” he said and when you were going to smile he added “compared to them”.

“Let’s see what you do against me”

“You want me to touch you that bad Captain?” He took you by the collar of you shirt, pissed.

“I’m You Captain now, show some respect”. You took his arms and with a fast movement you placed them under his back.

You continued fighting while the rest was watching. He was fast and strong and at this point you didn’t knew how you were still on your feet. You hair was a mess now and you were heavily breathing.

You don’t know how, but he managed to pin you to the ground and you left a noise. “That’s it, messy, moaning and under me, that’s how I prefer you” he whispered just so only you could hear him.

Ignoring the heat on your core you tried to get him off, but his grip was too tight and strong. You met his eyes.

He was staring at you, his cheeks were a bit pink and he was straddling your hips, his hands pinning yours above your head. You could appreciate the sweat on his forehead, making some of his strands stick on it, the sun was on his face, his eyes were shining.

You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t.

“Looks like finally you don’t have anything to say” he got off you, leaving you in the ground. “It’s over for today, go to have lunch, you all were horrible, I hope you brats do better tomorrow”.

Okay, maybe he is not that adorable.

Sasha and Connie helped you.

“Is he always like that?” You asked, they just nodded.

Guess you’ll have to get that attitude out of him.

#aot x y/n #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #Levi #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader

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