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ist4rgirlo · 2 years ago

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─ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Summary: Now that your life has turned upside down, are you still willing to put your siblings' feelings first? Or would you rather fight for your feelings and do what makes you happy regardless of the consequences that might result in the future?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: S2 SPOILERS! swearing, fluff (lmk if i missed anything!)

SEQUEL TO BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPENED.

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Steven’s Pov

“Conrad? man?” I called out for him — walking towards him, he was there standing near the shore with his phone in his hands.

“I’m okay, Steven” Conrad replied — his back still turned to me, shaking his head. “What’s happening man?” I asked, walking closer to him — genuinely concerned after seeing him stand up so abruptly earlier.

“Panic attack. I-I’m okay, i’m okay now” Conrad replied shaking his hand — like it was normal for him to have this kind of incident, like it happened to him before. “Okay, do-do you want to tell me what got you worked up or should we just pretend this didn’t happen?” I asked him — walking closer.

“I-I got into stanford” he turned around — his face filled with worry. My face started to lighten up “What? Are you serious?” I smiled.

“Yeah man, my mom has this fantasy about me finding myself in the west coast” He said, his voice filled with panic. My brows furrowed “Okay but Connie, this is a good thing. You’ve been dreaming about it, about getting into stanford”

“Well but it doesn’t make sense anymore you know. I-It… It’s just things are starting to get better with Jere and he’s going to Finch in the fall which is close to Brown so.” Conrad looked at me. I went and grabbed his shoulder gently “But.. but you don’t need to choose right this second okay? Just talk to him.”

He shook his head no “He doesn’t even know about it, he doesn’t know that I applied. Just please don’t tell him.” I just nodded then walked beside him patting his back — respecting his decision.

The things he would do for his brother, it was always him who puts his family above anything. It was his dream — to get into Stanford, it was also his mom’s dream, he wanted to go, it was a great opportunity but he can’t, he chose not to so fuck it I guess.

“Let’s go?” I asked — walking beside him. He looked at me and nodded before stopping, pulling his phone out “Oh and Steve” I turned around and stopped walking too.

“She’s coming” Conrad said — smiling gently, his eyes lighting up, handing me his phone. My brows furrowed — confused with who he was talking about. Who “she”? is, i looked at his phone then it all clicked, the only one who was missing.

“My sister?” I whispered — looking at my sister’s text that says ‘I’m coming tomorrow’. I looked at Conrad — he had a big smile on his face. He looks so happy, this means its true.

We’re finally complete. She’s finally here, my sister is finally here. God I could cry because of how happy I am. It’s been so long, i’m finally seeing her — we’re finally seeing her.

“Holy shit” I whispered under my breathe before going up to Conrad to hug him. Conrad chuckled “I’m glad she’s coming, we’re finally complete, Steve.” he pulled away and smiled.

“Omg let’s go, we need to fix her room!” I said giddily — jumping up and down before pulling Conrad with me towards the house.

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THE NEXT DAY

Conrad’s Pov

Today was the day — Y/N was coming. She finally answered. It was just me and Steven who knows, we didn’t tell the rest because we thought that it would be a good surprise. It wasn't just me and Jeremiah who didn't see her for so long, it was also her siblings.

There was her car, she's finally here - with us. I saw her hop out of her car, with a bag in her hand. I walked towards here - smiling gently. The moment she saw me, she smiled so big and walked towards me "Hi" she said, her voice so gentle.

God how I missed her. She was still so beautiful, so stunning. The one I have been waiting for. I reached out for her hand, she held mine back.

I smiled — looking at her in the eyes. "Hey there" she looked down, giggling softly. I missed that sound. God I missed everything about her, I missed my bestfriend.

I went and grabbed the bag from her hand and guided her inside the house to surprise everyone else. As we went inside the house, we saw Belly going down the stairs — as soon as she saw Y/N, she ran to her and hugged her. Steven came in to the view yelling Y/N’s name before joining his sisters.

"Oh you guys, I missed you so much. I am so so sorry for shutting you guys out, I just needed time for myself." Y/N said to her siblings. I can see that she loves them truly, she just didn't want to hurt them, that's all.

Jeremiah walked inside the living room, Taylor behind him — smiling as they saw Belly and Y/N hugging.

Belly pulled away — tears in her eyes, she shook her head no "No, I am so so sorry for getting mad at you. You were struggling too and I was too insensitive about it. I just.. it just looked like you were so strong so I guess I kind of got jealous about that but I understand, we understand so don't say sorry" she said before pulling Y/N again for a hug.

"Oh my cinderbelly. Stop crying! it's open house, we need to stop Aunt Julia." Y/N said giggling pulling away from both of them. She walked toward Jeremiah and hugged him before going to Taylor — hugging her too.

I went and walked beside her and guided her upstairs to her room. That was much better, her being here. Her going here, us being complete. This just made me want to fight for this house more, this just made me not want to give up.

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Y/n's Pov

It was definitely good to be back. As soon as I saw Conrad's text, I just had to go here and fight with them. I had to be there beside them.

There will always be a special place in my heart for this house, since it was also special to Susannah. We considered it our home and we will always consider it our home. It is our safe place, forever and always.

As I got done unpacking my stuff, I went down to the kitchen to get some food to eat — until I saw Aunt Julia with Skye. As I was about to go back upstairs, I heard Skye say "Oh, hey, Y/N. I see you're here too" they smiled at me.

I turned around and smiled back at them "Yeah, I just got here earlier" I nodded before walking towards the island “Also are those muffins?” I asked. Skye nodded offering me one but Aunt Julia cut me off.

“Oh those are for the open house” she paused “Morning” smiling gently. I nodded, I looked at the door seeing Jeremiah and Conrad walk in it. They just got done swimming.

“Hey, Jeremiah… Conrad” Skye said, both Conrad and Jeremiah just smiled. “Uhm how are you guys doing now, you know.. since your mom?” Skye asked the boys — their voice filled with worry.

Conrad looked at Jeremiah before answering “Rough” Jeremiah said then Conrad replied “Rougher now that our aunt is stealing our house” he looked — his eyes filled with no emotions.

Aunt Julia turned around — leaning on the table “I am not stealing anything, Conrad. Like it or not, I get to choose what happens and I chose to put it in the market” Aunt Julia said smiling at us sarcastically “You know, you guys should hit the road now, to avoid traffic” I looked at Conrad, waiting for his answer.

Conrad shook his head no “Sorry but we’re not leaving. We’re staying for the open house” he said before walking beside me. Aunt Julia shook her head no “Oh no no, I cant have teenagers laying around here during open house. You guys need to go somewhere else.”

“Just let us stay” I said — trying to convince Aunt Julia, she shook her head “I’m sorry, I don’t have time for this.” she said before walking away.

I just looked at Conrad — he smiled at me gently before guiding me towards the living room.

TIME SKIP

As I went down the stairs, I heard the doorbell ring. I went and walked towards the door to open it. There was a lady with folders in her hand “Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked. “Hello, I’m the realtor. I’m looking for Julia” she said — smiling.

“Oh for the open house?” she nodded — I paused trying to come up with an explanation. "So uhm, the open house has been cancelled. Our apologies, it is totally last minute." I smiled gently. She furrowed her brows, “Sorry but who are you?” she asked, genuinely confused with who I was.

Conrad went beside me — I felt him put an arm around my shoulder “She’s my girlfriend, and she’s right. The house is not for sale” In my confusion, I looked at him, unable to understand why he had called me his "girlfriend", completely forgetting that he was probably doing this just to give us some time “Conrad right? I’m so sorry about your mom” the lady said. Conrad was about to answer when we heard Aunt Julia yell

“Ignore them! the open house will still happen. There’s just a problem with the ac, but it’s not too big of a deal,” she said, walking between us.

The lady's brows furrowed “That is not a small problem Julia, it’s supposed to hit 95 today!” the lady said — Aunt Julia smiled before walking towards her and guiding her outside of the door. When Conrad closed the door, I heard him say, "Hey, I'm so sorry I called you that, I-" I went and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's fine, Connie. It's totally cool, don't worry about it." I said walking towards him — putting an arm around his waist while his arm is around my shoulder. He nodded smiling at me —smiling because it didn’t bother me, smiling because he heard that word again, the word ‘Connie’.

It felt good to call Conrad 'Connie' again. Being back like this felt so good, so unreal - normal and happy, but the word 'girlfriend' sounded much greater especially coming from him. I would say, it did give me butterflies.

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chaotic-iguana · 2 years ago

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Summary: Reader suffers from lack of sleep, caused by a recent event. As she continues to overwork herself, she reaches her breaking point with near disastrous results. Starring concerned!steve murphy, chaotic idiot!steve murphy and clueless!reader. javi has my fucking heart though.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no use of y/n though)

Rating: M

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, sort of a panic attack, mild MILD allusions to someone being creepy (not javi though), mild flirting, humour, lots of swearing sorry

this is my first fic - let me know your thoughts! check me out on ao3

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“I swear to fucking god Murphy, if you don’t stop bouncing your leg against the table, I’m slamming your head right into it” is the gospel that flows out of your mouth at 7 am on a Monday morning. Feels like it’s gonna be a great week.

“The hell did I do? You’d think Connie’s cookies would be enough to get you animals off my back, but no, first sign of any damn fire an’ the first person you’d throw in?” Steve huffs. “Murphy”, he repeats mockingly. You scoff and roll your eyes at him, clenching and unclenching your fists in an attempt to talk yourself down from strangling the idiot situated two feet to your left before turning back to the paperwork in front of you. The one-foot-tall, monster stack of paperwork. Right. In. Front. Of. You. And would the golden boys ever do it themselves? If they ever got a moment’s relief from jacking each other off during missions (or however the hell they manage to fumble practically every single little op), maybe. But most of the time, you were stuck with it. Because god forbid the two princesses you were partnered with ever had to so much as lift a pen themselves. Hell would freeze over.

And it isn’t like you mind. At all, really. Half your job is the paperwork, and you’re happy to get it in order - if only to avoid Noonan’s wrath. Besides, what good is an agent if they can’t do their fucking job? In its entirety; not the half-assed shit most of the men did around the embassy. But a single glimpse of yourself in the mirror while rushing to leave the house revealed that these past few weeks of skipping lunch breaks, going home late, and taking files home to work on have been catching up with you - sunken, bloodshot eyes, cracked lips, and bruises smudged under your eyes now, perpetually, since the nightmares had started. Anything to keep you busy, right?

Another aggravating side effect of the amount of work you had taken on apart from the usual? The constant irritation. Marlene’s new nails, Katie’s suspicious last lay, the stupid fucking demon alarm clock that never quite managed to wake you up, the busted tire, the broken coffee machine, Dave from accounting’s downright idiotic whistling, your pen running out of ink, and finally - Murphy’s bouncing knee banging the table every fucking millisecond, practically in tune with the pounding ache beginning to form between your brows. If you were a better person, you’d let these things go. Such is life, right? But since the lack of sleep, the increased workload and general mishappenings had already created this beautiful trifecta of shit just to screw you over, better people could go fuck themselves. As could Murphy. “Don’t use your wife’s cooking as an excuse. I’m telling you, make another sound and die.” you spit out, whirling in your chair because the incessant fucking banging still hasn’t stopped - just in time to catch Peña sauntering in, already smirking.

“Already nailing Murphy’s balls, cariño? Careful, I’ll fall in love, baby.” You can hear the laughter in his crooning voice as he throws it over his shoulder - but you don’t care - can’t care, beyond the spots that seem to be forming at the edges of your vision. Were your fingers always a bit tingly? Or is that a new development, like your tongue suddenly feeling thick and heavy in your mouth, like you’re choking on it? But even though your thoughts feel slow and weighed down by molasses, rage sparks brighter in your mind as Peña’s flirty nicknames and bullshit teasing registers. You push away from your desk, and shoot up from the chair, striding towards the door to get some air - or you try to - because before you know it, your vision is blinded by white and you’re breathing quick, shallow breaths as you lay on the ground trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. Distantly, you can hear someone calling your name but it sounds so far away you barely even register it. Hands wrap around your wrist, your head, attempting to stabilize you, to ground you, as you flail wildly in a panic. A low hum begins to fill your senses, forming words that sound to fuzzy to understand or care about right now, but you lean into it, something in your being telling you it’s safe.

When your sight clears, you’re curled up on the on the floor trembling. Shaking, like a scared fucking child, while Peña kneels to hold you to his chest, repeating the same few phrases over and over: “You’re okay, it’s okay hermosa. You’re safe. Safe. No ones gonna hurt you, it’s over now, okay?” as Murphy stands next to him, watching with panic and a hint of sympathy in his gaze. You scramble away from them both, panting, nearly slipping in your effort to get to your feet. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, pretty. You’re okay” Peña repeats his assurances with his hands held out, palms facing you, as you stand on wobbling knees, wiping at your face.

“‘M fine” is all you whisper to them hoarsely before ducking your head and rushing out of the pathetically cramped room you three work in. You can hear footsteps behind you, but can’t find it in you to turn around - not even at the panicked sounds of your name being called by a familiar voice. You’re making a scene, you know it, but you don’t care. It’s all too much, and you’re too far gone. Reaching the parking lot, you struggle to unlock your car as your trembling fingers drop the keys twice. Swearing, you resolve and pick them up again, pressing them and reaching for the door. But just before your fingers find the handle another hand - much, much larger than yours - splays out on the window to stop you, just as Peña’s signature bedhead comes into view. He looks at you with wide, concerned eyes, his mouth tucked low at the corners, like he’s disappointed. You want to melt, you do, because the melting pot of emotions you have for him make you preen at his worry - but your usual defense mechanisms humble you. And so you sharpen your claws, flash your fangs, and the hackles raise again, leaving a “What, Peña?” to come tumbling out in a tone so sharp it makes you flinch. HIs frown just deepens as his gaze rakes over your form frantically, as if checking for injury. He says nothing, pursing his lips further before snatching your wrist and tugging you behind him as he stalks to his car, opening the side door. You raise a brow at him, and he counters by jerking his head towards the car, scowling slightly. You get in, slightly confused, and wait for him to walk around and get into the drivers seat. “What the fuck, Peña? I just fainted, I’m not senile. And I don’t give a shit how mad you are, you can’t just-just drag me to your car and f-force me to get in. The fuck are you playing at?” you begin to ramble, fury somehow still rising at a dizzying speed. Peña doesn’t respond, just starts driving while looking straight ahead while you continue fumbling over a panicked rant so pathetic it sounds nonsensical to your own ears. “…And what? You just enjoy calling me s-stupid nicknames? You think it’s cute to flirt with me while I’m- while I pass out?” This one makes his nostrils flare, eyes darkening a bit while his jaw tightens just for a second before letting go. You pause for a second, getting your breath while your hands still shake in your lap. “I’m fine, it’s fine. Can I just go home please? I’ve already done the month’s paperwork for all the ops we have planned, and you can just give me the rest post-op. I’m just a bit under the weather, I just need to lie down for a bit.” you start trying to reason, but the stubborn ass just keeps driving, and alarm starts bubbling in your chest again. You look down to your lap while you fiddle with your thumbs, willing to control the irrational fear yelling at you that something’s wrong every second Peña chooses to stay silent.

“Think I was flirting with you while you passed out? Y’think I don’t see it, you working yourself to the fucking bone? Think I can’t see how you’ve stopped eating, honey? Stopped laughing like you used to? Think I don’t know how late you’ve starting going home? As ‘f I’ll ever stop waitin’ for ya to clock out first so I know you’re home okay, baby. You gotta tell me what’s wrong - this is eatin’ you up.“

Peña’s tone softens, but his harsh whisper makes you turn your head to look at him. He sounds so…tortured, as if he’s the one suffering. He glances your way, locking eyes with you for a second before turning his head back to the road. You sit there and practically gape at him, your jaw slack as your head whirls. Peña knows? No, wait, he waits? For you to go home so you’re safe? He cares? What the fuck? Confused, all that comes out of your mouth is a mighty elegant open-mouthed “huh?” before you blink at him, waiting for him to continue.

“You gotta know by now, sweetheart. Gotta see how I’ve been lookin’ at you. You’re the smartest fuckin’ agent I’ve seen, with the balls to take down men I’d sweat to be ‘n the same room with. You swear like a sailor, an’ make me laugh till I’m chokin’ on my own damn cigarette. Tell me what’s hurtin’ you, honey. I can’t promise I’ll fix it, but I can swear to you I’ll damn well try my best.” He responds, turning to hold your gaze as his own eyes widen, and his brows turn down. Puppy eyes, you think.

Your brain has gone from hazy to too fucking clear in a matter of five minutes, and now it feels like your thoughts are gonna come ripping out of your head. So you just blink at him, again, before reaching an unsteady hand out to cup his cheek. “I’m okay, I swear. Just-you remember that deal I had to cut last month? With the sicario? For intel on that lab?” Peña nods, and you continue. “Fucker led me to a dead end. Ambushed me. O-only got out ‘cause his gun jammed, and his child-soldier ran away. I just-this is so fucking dumb I’ve been in worse but- I can’t get it out of my head. The shit he said to me, the way he looked at me, t-touched me. I should be dead or worse, Peña. And I nearly was.“ you look down again, ashamed of the truth that’s spilling out of your mouth. It’s so small, so weak, you just want to fold into yourself and never come out. Your voice wobbles towards the end, tears filling your eyes as you turn your head away from the man you’ve wanted for so long to save whatever dignity you still have left. “‘N I can’t sleep anymore. Just see- or feel him every time. So thought I’d work for a bit. Clearly didn’t fucking work out, though.” small hiccups have started to punctuate your words, testament to the tears now flowing down your cheeks. Peña pulls up to an unfamiliar building and turns to you.

“‘S Javi, honey. Look at me, pretty baby.” He cradles your chin between his thumb and his forefinger to turn your head towards him. “None of that was stupid, okay? Come lie down at my place. I’ll sit in a damn chair next to you and fight him away if he comes in your dreams, sweetheart, okay? Nothin’ to be ‘fraid of. Never letting any fuckers near you again.” Javi leans in to brush a kiss to your forehead before stepping out of the car and hooking his index and middle finger to beckon you too. You step out of the truck and towards him, smiling while swiping at your face. “Didn’t know this was what the girls meant every time they bragged about sleeping with you” you snark softly, with a teasing grin on your face as you reach him. Javi rolls his eyes playfully before unlocking the door.

“Ain’t gotta do no sleepin’ you don’t want to, honey. You’re here to get some rest. Be a good girl and sleep f’me, and I’ll keep you up for as long as you like after,” he throws over his shoulder with a matching grin and a wink.

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crushedsweets · 2 months ago

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I would like to ask if the creepypastas know what happened to each other? Like do Tim and Brian know what happened in Toby’s and Kate’s childhood/past? And if they do know how did they find out?

some do!! this kinda half-assed answers your question cuz i included all 16, so its kinda difficult to cover everyone neatly!

for kate... i dont think anyone but toby and MAYBE clocky/nina would know what happened to her. she doesnt want to talk about it at all, and toby would only find out by connecting the dots of random stuff shes said.

i think toby is pretty open about what happened to him. he'd be very quick to make jokes or casually be like "yea i got the shit bullied out of me". so people are familiar, HOWEVER i dont think a lot of them really understand how bad it was for him bc hes so casual with it. i think tim and brian probably caught toby losing him mind, having nightmares, screaming and he'd be like "you dont get it you dont fucking know the shit that happened to me" etc etc. with clocky or kate or EJ, he'd be SLIGHTLY more vulnerable. tell them about lyra and connie, but he's just uncomfortable with that stuff

tim wouldnt really want to talk about his childhood or everything he lost either. i think he'd only bring it up with toby in the event that toby needed comfort, or something to ground/relate to (i.e hospital visits, schizophrenia, loss) OR if someone implies tim has it better than them. then he's like WHAT the fuck do you think you know about me. otherwise he rather not.

brian is pretty similar. he just doesnt wanna talk about it. brushes things off pretty easily, tries to joke about it, or he says something like "it sucked but im here now. gotta keep pushing, why dwell". . .

clockwork keeps that shit to her chest. the most she'd bring up is like "yea i grew up poor, dad was a nutcase, i dont wanna talk about my brother" or implying other people have it easier than she did (which is true 90% of the time. she had it rough). i think only toby and nina would get a better idea of what really happened to her, but she just doesnt like to think about it. itd be a similar case where they catch her having a panic attack or nightmare and she chokes something out .

nina spills everything she doesnt really care. she likes to talk and share and spill her guts, so everyone is pretty familiar with all her ex boyfriends, workaholic parents, getting bullied, whatever. shes a bit more hesitant to bring up certain things that SHE'S done (cheating, cyberstalking, self harm, etc) but she'll happily share times she was a victim to others

EJ would share about his family very freely, and i think if someone asked, he'd tell them about jenny. so i guess it just depends on who cares to ask ? toby, clocky, maybe tim/brian would. jeff and ben might ask like "hey why are you ugly now" and he would not tell them . cuz he needs whoever he tells to ask genuinely and treat it seriously

similar to nina, jeff just yaps and yaps and goes off about how hard he had it (completely warping the story and lying half the time). so he'll just bring it up to brag or compare or compete or prove a point, but its never done very.. vulnerably?

ben doesnt talk about any of it. most of the group knows, because his case (yk, 13 yr old boy kidnapped and murdered amongst several other young teens..) got really big and everyone kinda talked about it without him. he doesnt want pity or to think about it. he'd only bring it up with sally, i think, cuz he feels a bit more seen by her

sally would only tell jane and clocky. i genuinely cant see a reason she'd ever bring it up to anyone else, and those two are the only ones she'd trust (and mary but marys not that big in my au)

jane tells people pretty openly, because she was a victim of jeffs stalking. she tries to make her story more...inspirational? because after all her pain and loss, she still went to law school and all of that. or if someone tries to diminish her pain, she'd be like 'watch your mouth.' i think she'd tell nina and liu. for nina, it'd be like "you dont even care do you? you still love that man after everything? how can you look me in the eye, knowing all he's done, and tell me you idolize him?" and for liu it would be more about like. closure maybe? part of her resents liu even though it was NOT his fault whatsoever and he's also a victim, but shes mature enough to try and navigate the trauma WITH him despire her pain

for liu its kinda similar, but nothing is inspirational. he would tell people because for him, its how he connects to people. connecting on trauma, even if its not the healthiest way. . . if someone asks, he tells them. its kinda sad the way he talks about jeff though. 'i just miss pushing my little brother on the swing'

dina screams and screams at everyone about "YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IVE LOST" because she was held in such a idolized position in her cult. she hates lazari and she blames everyone else because she thinks they have something to do with the devil(zalgo) and thats why god doesnt want her anymore.

lazari would cry to EJ about her nightmares of her mom, but i dont think she'd talk about it with others. it just makes her sad. maybe she'd tell jeff cuz he'd be asking and then He'd belike oh. jeez. ok. LOL. that sucks.

lulu doesnt really remember what happens to her, but everyone has an idea. she mumbles about hazing, how cold the water is, how she doesnt wanna drink again, how the sorority girls are so mean, she just wants to go back to her dorm, whatever. but its just because shes so lost in her mind

ann is more like ... sassy . brags about her redroom business and whatnot, complains about the man who killed her, gets all sultry about kate saving her from her big bad killer, whatever. but she doesnt talk about her family or how she was a femcel neet.

#asks #creeped #oh god its been so long since ive made a post like this LOL #missed it #i dont wanan tag this #creepypasta au #crp au

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moonempire · 18 days ago

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AOT The Office AU

So I've been rewatching the office for probably the 4th time (it's too good) and I just keep thinking of the AOT cast in a similar scenario. Of course since Jean is my obvious favourite he'd be the jim-esque character, Levi and Stanley have similar personalities (maybe Angela too). Hange and Meredith. Erwin is so Michael Scott coded and Floch maybe some Andy vibes. I mean it kind of wouldn't fit perfectly but I want to give my vison ago:

So here we go Sales associate Jean x receptionist reader + overall

Headcanons: .Okie so obviously he finds random reasons to come up to your desk .doesn't say a word when he gets there just stares at you until you give him attention .shares a desk clump with Marco and Floch .used to be with Connie and Sasha too but those two had to get separated. Floch used to work down at the warehouse but levelled up and now Sasha sit with Historia and Ymir who keep her in check good cop bad cop style. Respectively. And Connie sits all by himself like the bad kid in a classroom. .Levi personally set up a desk for him, but its only caused Connie to wonder about from time to time .another desk clump is Reiner, Berthold and Annie, most of the noise coming from there is Reiner. Unfortunately it's sometimes weeping because a deadline is coming up and he's still got loads to do .sometimes Berthold has panic attacks when documents go missing .Poor Annie is basically a caretaker for both of them, to the point Erwin official made her the middle manager of their little department and gave her a raise .Down at the warehouse is Zeke (who Eren denied relation too for a long time) Porco, Marcel, Yelena (who Erwin thought was a really lanky guy for the first two weeks of her employment)and Colt whose still fairly new. Miche is in charge and does not give a shit and cause him and Erwin go way back when, so, he gets away with it. . Miche and Zeke do not get along at all, onetime they were both sent home for having a fight on the parking lot. Bets were placed, popcorn was made and there were tears. .They constantly have to kick Hange out, whose always doing dodge stuff down there. Nobody really knows what but they always emerge from the nook they've made for themselves with mysterious stains Hange Levi and Erwin are all Heads of department. Accounting, HR, and Sales respectively. Erwin and Levi share an office for god knows what reason and Hange likes to switch up desks every now and then. .Levi and Erwin did NOT get along at the start, sometimes they still don't.

Little Jean Scenario: so like I said Jean has a fat crush on you (the still fairly new receptionist). So it's one of those days where he comes up to your desk and just stares at you but you're actually busy proof reading a bunch of documents for Levi cause he didn't have time to do them himself. You look up at Jean with an exasperated look and sigh "What do you want now?" in a rather unamused tone, which he's not used to at all and mutters "Nothing" with a little pout and goes back to his desk. Unfortunately for him, Eren was going to make some copies at the exact moment and Connie was having one of his wonders about so both of his "biggest fans" had seen the awkward encounter. The pair circle behind him to his desk with massive grins on their faces, which Floch can't help but miss so pulls his face out of his screen

"Trouble in paradise?" Connie teases first, to which Jean grimaces at putting his glasses on and looking at his screen at nothing in particular. He would have been able to handle your tone no problem; the three Cheshire cats stood and sat around him are making it it impossible. "Oh look at him he's sulking." Eren adds "Did you get kicked out the bedroom Jean" Floch snorts which earns him three glares that scream "no one invited you". "Aww Jean come on now don't ignore us" Connie says poking the back of Jeans head. All this teasing is unbeknownst to you since you're having a hard time on the documents and Levi keeps poking his head out of his office to see if your done yet. In fact you hadn't even clocked the slight harshness in your tone when addressing Jean. Around half an hour later you knock on Levi and Erwin's office to return the proof read paper. Levi takes them from your hands then looks up at you.

"Can you check on Kirschtein for me" he asked in a stoic tone then mutters "Before he has another tantrum" before rolling his eyes and returning to his office. Levi had noticed Jean's sulky mood for the last half hour but didn't have time to tell him to "pull his socks up" like he normally does. So he unknowingly sent you to go resolve the little spat (as Jean's mind has now blown it up to be) with the now very moody salesman. So you do as you your told and go check on him "I'm fine" he replies not hiding the huff that escaped his throat then adjusting his glasses. "I never noticed you wore glasses." you say to him with an intrigued smile bring your face to align with his for a better look. His narrowed eyes catch your curious wide ones and he can't help but match. "I ran out of contacts, need to reorder." he says in the same tone but this time minus the huff. "They suit you, you should wear them more often" you tell him with sincerity or so he hears. The truth is most of the time when you speak to him it's how co workers (that perhaps like each other) talk to each other. But Jean's ears can't help but pick up every letter, every work, sentence and amplify the slight emotion behind it. "Good to know." he answers with a very small smile God, how could he have been so upset, he thinks to himself. You probably had no idea that you'd used that tone with him, you clearly didn't mean it he realises with the gentle conversation occurring. All his moodiness washes away and he sits up straight. "I don't think I've worn glasses since high school." he tells you feeling alot better. "Oh my god really, I have to see a picture." you giggle at the stroy he begins to tell. You lean on his desk for once while he's the one sitting looking up at you. You stay there until Levi pops out his offcie with more documents to proof read.

Ahh i love the office sm!!!! Also i don't think this is exactlyh what i wrote last time but hopefully its better :))

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #attack on titan #reiner braun #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #connie springer #aot modern au #jean kirstein #jean kirsten x reader

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inkbillyfernado · 12 days ago

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Decided to make an AU

Resilience AU

After years of the museum having been abandoned, the Twisteds began to adapt more and more in order to more easily kill the Toons, due to this, the Toons begin to do things that would help lower the chances of them dying, and even gaining more abilities.

In this AU, Mains are protected heavily due to their 2 hearts and multiple abilities.

GROUPS

Leaders = Followers have to listen to these Toons in order to assure the mains that they were assigned with full protection. Followers get a strike for every time they disobey the leader. After 3 strikes, they are kicked from the group and assigned to a job in the museum instead.

Followers = Listens to the leaders. will NOT be given meds if the main or leader has one less heart.

Kicked Toons = Toons kicked from groups due to disobedience. Usually help in the museum for when the Toons come back up from the bottom floors.

Astro = Teagan, RazzDazz, Boxten

Pebble = Gigi, Flutter, Rodger(and Toodles)

Shelly = Tisha, Finn, Connie

Sprout = Cosmo, Goob, Scraps

Vee = Brightney, Glisten, Poppy

Bobette= Rudie, Ginger, Coal

OTHER= Looey, Shrimpo

Current Toons abilities(All non-mains who gain a second ability will have a defect along-side that ability. Even if they aren’t given a second ability, they will still have a defect.)

Looey

HEART OF HELIUM(PASSIVE): For each missing heart this Toon has, they gain 20% more walk and run speed mulitplier. At one heart this Toon gains 40% more speed multiplier. His speed is reduced back when healed.

CONFUSING ACT(ACTIVE): This Toon can do a circus act, confusing all nearbyTwisteds and causing them to slow their chasing by 5%.

DEFECT=FRAGILE BALLOON: When being hit by a Twisted, this Toon has a 10% chance of losing two Hearts instead of just one.

Cosmo

SHARING IS CARING(ACTIVE): This Toon can give one of his own hearts to heal a targeted Toon. Cannot be used when at 1 Heart. Has a Cooldown of 60.

DEFECT=MOLDY: if this Toon goes 5 rounds without healing somebody, they will automatically lose a heart. Does not work at 1 Heart.

Rudie

ANTLER CHARGE(ACTIVE): This Toon uses his antlers to quickly charge forward in a short burst, increasing his movement speed for 0.4 seconds. Has a Cooldown of 23. 20% chance to stun a Twisted if he is running into them.

DEFECT=OUTCAST: If there is no other Christmas Toon in this Toon’s round, his stealth will be lowered by 15%

Tisha

TIDY UP(ACTIVE): This Toon can create a pulse that increases the Movement Speed of Toons around her by 25% for 5 seconds.

Has a cooldown of 50.

DEFECT=OVERWORKER: After doing more than 2 Machines, this Toon’s Stamina lowers by 20 for the rest of the floor.

Boxten

WIND UP(PASSIVE): This Toon gains 6% more Extraction Speed for every alive Toon in the round. Maxes at 48%.

MUSICAL CHAIRS(ACTIVE): This Toon plays a soothing melody whenever he goes which lowers Stealth drastically, however, the Toon may turn this off in exchange for higher Stealth and boosting the Movement Speed of any Toon nearby.

DEFECT=WORRIED WORT: This Toon’s Skillcheck lowers by 5% for every Twisted in the round.

Poppy

FOAMY ESCAPE(ACTIVE): This Toon can create tons of bubbles around her, making her and other toons within the foam invisible to Twisteds for 5 seconds

PANIC POP(PASSIVE): This Toon receives a 50% Speed boost for 3 seconds when attacked.

DEFECT=FRAGILE BUBBLE: When being hit by a Twisted, this Toon has a 10% chance of losing two Hearts instead of just one.

Shrimpo

PENT UP FURY(ACTIVE): This Toon delivers a hard blow to a Twisted, stunning them for 5 seconds.

DEFECT=BULLY: Stealth is drastically lower than any other Toon. Only play this Toon if you are looking for a challenge.

COMMONS(more Toons will be added)

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥, 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚��𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ╰┈➤𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄. 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀/𝐍 ╰┈➤ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. NO PROOFREAD, upsi

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚) (𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢.𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤)

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

「 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲: 𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 」 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 6

(𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚)

It feels eternal, like he’s never going to be able to recover. Everything feels like slow motion, heavy and unreal. But Joel swears he hears some singing.

Distant hums and pieces of songs he can’t identify are there.

Only that you are actually singing.

You are biting your lower lip as you hum a Connie Francis’s song. It’s uncomfortable to wait. Ellie has been gone for at least two hours. You were close to stopping her from going out. But you failed. And when you tried to go with her, she said you needed to be with Joel.

You knew she wanted to do more. She tried to be helpful and do as much as she could.

Your hand finds its way down to Joel’s hair. Giving him a massage on his scalp and feeling his soft and greasy hair. Honestly, you were tired. Sleeping on the floor, checking on Joel every hour, fearing his increasing infection. You brought a rabbit some days ago. And it made you sick to see his lifeless eyes judging you all the way to the abandoned house.

But you remained strong. Hoping that all your efforts and sacrifices were worth it.

The bang on the basement door startled you, making you find your gun and point it at the stairs. But after seeing Ellie, you lowered the weapon.

“What happened?” You asked, seeing her very hyperactive. “Ellie?…”

“I got penicillin…” she mumbled, looking lost. She handed you intramuscular penicillin. You gasped, surprised, taking the little bottle and the syringe.

“Where did you get this?” she was avoiding your look. But finally, she met your eyes nervously.

“I traded it for a deer I shot. But… the men that attacked us in the university, they… were followers of the man I traded with” panic floods you, making you stand up like a spring. “What? Ellie!”

“And they let you go so easily? They will come and-….” Ellie shushes you, pointing at Joel, who barely moves. You sigh, lowering your voice and crossing your arms.

“You know it’s dangerous. They must be angry. Did they tell you anything? Are they far, or..?” Ellie shrugged, looking at Joel. It was becoming harder without him. It wasn’t that you couldn’t make decisions, but Joel was right most of the time. So you were nervously trying to think of the most viable solution for everything since he got ill.

“Uh… the man was David. He’s a preacher, and he has his group of people. He said they were… like 3 kilometers away from when we encountered” Ellie feels guilty for making you worry. She can see you quietly thinking, looking at Joel every ten seconds.

“They’re a cult. Fuck. Me….” standing up, you analyze the penicillin the girl brought you. In your head, you’re already making a small plan. “We’re securing the basement at night. And tomorrow’s morning, we quietly leave, okay?”

Ellie nods, trying to avoid your look.

“Now, help me with Joel. Put him on his left side, and lift his shirt, please” the girl obeyed and quietly waited for you to take the syringe with the penicillin.

After cleaning his hip area, you softly press the needle on his skin. Joel doesn’t react to the touch, and he remains unconscious.

“Do you think it’s gonna work?” you nod at Ellie’s question. It’s not expired. The penicillin is fine. “Yeah, but… Joel has to do the other part.”

That night, you barely slept. You hold your gun and bow tightly, scared of those men coming for you and your family.

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Another dose of penicillin and a kiss on the lips for Joel, and you’re out, helping Ellie to feed the horse. Both of you are quiet, working together without exchanging words. Until you spot a crowd of birds flying away from the woods. Instantly, you think about the men coming. Ellie looks at you worried, and cautiously, she walks out to see if anyone is close enough, then she returns hurried.

“Shit, shit, shit…” she huffs, walking back to the garage and untying the horse.

“They’re here. You go and stay with Joel. I’ll distract them…” you shake your head violently, taking her hands.

“I’m not leaving you alone. I’ll alert Joel, but I’m not leaving you…” she sighs but nods, knowing there’s no time to discuss it.

You run inside the house, making it in time to take a knife out and kneel beside your partner.

“Joel. You have to stay awake. Some men are coming. I can’t leave Ellie alone.” You talk a little fast and violently. You are getting desperate, and you pray that the man in front of you can hear what you’re saying. “JOEL!.”

“Stay fucking awake. Be strong, my love.” trying to accommodate the knife in his hands, you rapidly kiss his cheek and stand to run upstairs again, taking your backpack in the way.

“Hurry!” Ellie tells you, waiting for you on the horse.

You forgot your bow and arrow. You missed two shots. And probably you broke your nose. Joel must be dead. Ellie is missing. Everything is over.

That’s all you can think while you’re unconscious. Even in that state, your head is preoccupied.

Until you start to blink weakly, some lights blind your eyes, making you scrunch your face and stretch a little.

Your calf hurts. It burns. But before you can turn down to see something, a voice distracts you.

“It must be hard to deal with a girl like Ellie every day….” A man is standing beside you. You’re in some white room, dirty and full of suspicious instruments. You aren’t tied or cuffed. You’re just lying on a wooden table.

“Who the fuck are you?” you ask tiredly. Analyzing all of his movements, alert of anything. And wondering how he knows Ellie’s name.

“I’m David. The man Ellie encountered yesterday. Did the penicillin work?” His politeness is evil. You don’t have to know it. It just feels that way. And you also wonder why he left you free of anything. “Don’t be shy. I just want to know you….”

“Even if it did work, I bet he’s dead now….” David nods, crossing his arms, maybe pretending he’s interested. You want to believe that if you say Joel is dead, the men will stop looking for him.

“He’s your father too? Or perhaps your boyfriend?" He wasn’t judging you, but he was prying about it.

“He saved my life some time ago.” You manage to say. Shifting to a seat slowly, David is also cautious of your movements. So you decided right there that you must gain his trust to leave.

“But he did kill some of my men days ago…” you sigh. “Your people attacked first. So he defended… Ellie”

You also killed one of them too. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Fair. Still, one was a father, the other… a brother. How do you think it’s going?” you shrug politely. “Pretty bad, I guess. I’m so sorry….”

You mean it.

“Ah, there it is. I knew you were different from the little girl. You’re smart and quiet. You prefer to see the world burn from afar instead of living through it near, right?” he’s making you awkward. You don’t like him at all. It was like meeting the devil in person.

“Maybe. However, what’s the deal with me? I prefer a quick death, please,” he giggles, and you think you are still in your clothes because David caressed your forearm, and it would’ve been disgusting if he touched your bare skin.

“No, dear. I’m going to save you again. I’m giving you another chance. I’m inviting you to make a good integration into my group. We’re all devoted and centralized.” you nod slowly, opting to make more time to run away and find Ellie.

“Where’s Ellie?” David smiles, offering a hand to help you stand up. Awkwardly, you accept, and you confirm his touch is disgusting.

“She’s okay. She’ll meet with you for your initiation” goosebumps invaded you with the word initiation. It sounded like a ritual, and it scared you.

And as you follow David through the abandoned resort. You think of Joel and Ellie. They are not dead, and they are stronger and capable of sneaking out. However, you hope that they are finding a better way out.

The resort is mysteriously empty. Perfect for a horror movie. You quietly follow David through the large corridors. You can see from the big windows that you are on the second or third floor.

“Here it is….” David knocks on a door, and some old woman answers, kindly smiling at the man. “Josephine. We have a new guest. She’s y/n and is willing to join us.”

“Oh, nice to meet you,” she greets you. And it’s weird because she gives you the feeling that only David knows their reality.

“Give her a nice dress for a warm initiation. I’ll stop by the dining room after I finish some issues” David turns to leave, but Josephine interrupts. “Did they find the family, sir?”

“Just the girl and the woman. I’ll talk to them later, and I’ll bring you any news so we can discuss it” David sends you a smile like he’s implying he’s got your back. Which scares you twice.

“Come in, dear.” The woman lets you in. And you assume the room was like a big clothing shelter. It was filled with clothes and apparel. David probably organized most of the rooms for everyday things like food, clothes, health stuff, etc. “How did you find David? There’s not a lot of people near us.”

“I-I came from Boston with my husband and daughter. But… I lost them,” you manage to say honestly, with a lie. It fits, but it also hurts. Maybe Joel wasn’t your husband, or Ellie, your daughter. But somehow, you lost them when David’s men shot at the noble horse you had been taking.

“I’m sorry to hear that. But now you’re here, and we are a big family that takes care of each other” her tone is too kind to be real, or honest. So you try to send her the most real smile you can offer.

“And... What is this initiation thing?” Josephine moves across the room. Looking into the drawers, she took out a baby pink tulle dress. It’s old, and if you weren’t in the same situation, you would’ve said the dress was pretty.

“It’s just like a baptism. We eat, sing, and you get a blessing, that’s all.” She pulls away some strings from the dress and hands it to you. “Women tend to wear dresses like this for their initiation. Hope you like it….”

“It’s pretty….” you say, accepting it. Suddenly, you remember Ellie again. You can’t ask this woman. She could suspect. So you decide to get worried quietly.

“You can change in there. I’ll be right here,” she explains, pointing at some aquamarine door beside a pair of shelves full of different fabric types.

After thanking her, you walk inside, hoping to see a window. To your dismay, there are no windows, just sewing material. Rapidly you look for something that could work to defend yourself.

“Are you okay, dear?” The woman asks you, probably because you threw a little box full of needles. “Yes, sorry. I just threw a box by accident.”

Josephine says it’s nothing, and after that, another female voice is present. Sounds younger, and they are talking about their lack of food. Meanwhile, you start undressing because there’s no other option. As you take your boots and pants off, you feel that burning feeling in your calf again. And when you look at it, a shocked gasp leaves your mouth.

“Fucking piece of shit….” you whisper, trailing the zone. There’s a perfect little cut on your skin. They took an actual cube-shaped piece of your flesh. That’s why they were desperate for the deer Ellie killed, why the woman outside the room complained about the food. David feeds them with human flesh. All those materials and the wooden bed…

Quickly, you put the dress on and start looking desperately for a self-defense weapon. Wandering through the room, you found a big seam ripper. “Darling, let me see the dress.”

Quietly, you try to hide the ripper in your underwear. But Josephine is coming, and your fingers are clumsy because you’re nervous.

“There you are. You look gorgeous….” you smile at her, leaving the room. The person you hear talking with Josephine is a girl around Ellie’s age or 16. She looks at you quietly. “Beatrice, this is y/n. She’s joining us.”

“Hello…” you greet awkwardly. She only nods, with her lips pressed on a line. She’s not happy…

“Okay, I’ll go for some new shoes. Stay here. Beatrice will make you company…” Josephine leaves, and you stand in the middle of the room. Holding the ripper tightly in your hand because you didn’t have time to hide it elsewhere.

Wandering across the room, you notice a big bow and arrows hanging from a wall. It’s wooden and indigenous style, super pretty. It must’ve been a decoration for the resort. But you know it works.

“Wow, this is super pretty. I wish I could take it….” you say softly, brushing the edges with your fingers.

“You know how to use it….” Beatrice says quietly. You turn to look at her blankly.

“You are the woman who traveled with a man and a girl.” oh, so Beatrice is a smart girl. You gulp quietly, holding the ripper like your life depended on it.

“One was my best friend’s father. And the one with an arrow in their throat was my brother. That’s why they found the girl, and David is protecting you….”

“Listen…” as you take a step forward, Beatrice stands up rapidly, her face changing and showing how mad she was.

“YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!” she screamed, pointing at you, and before you even blinked, she threw herself at you.

The impact is inevitable. Your back meets the wooden floor, and you can only focus on the ripper.

Beatrice slaps you, and the sudden sharp pain in your cheek enrages you. When she tries to suffocate you with her pale hands, you move a jar full of buttons toward you. But it’s effortless. The girl on top of you is trying to kill you. She curses you as she cries.

There’s evident panic in both of you. But somehow, you gasp and beg for air while attempting to fucking lift the jar. And once you do, you crash it on Beatrice’s skull, making her collapse beside you. All the buttons fall like rain above you. You know you’re not free yet.

“Fucking, LET ME GO!” You yell when the girl holds your ankle. You push her, sobbing loudly, but somehow she can reincorporate and pull your hair, impeding you from going away. There are some silver scissors in her hand, which make you more anxious. There are high chances of getting out of the room alive, but you feel like you won’t succeed.

Everything is messy. The room is filled with horrendous screams. Beatrice acts as if some demon possessed her. You can’t see because she’s obstructing your face with your own hair. The sound of the scissors around your face is disturbing, and you wonder which is more powerful, your ripper or her scissors.

The ripper brushes her head, but you can’t see it. You’re scared and anxious, sweating from the desperation.

What about Ellie? What if Joel is okay? You can’t simply give up. This is just a child, and you need to run. Even if you’re tired of being alive, you must keep going.

Finding some strength, you start a longer tussle. Where both of you scream and try to win. In an attack of rage, your hand slips from Beatrice's grasp. And after shaking your hand around what you suppose is her face, you feel her crying in pain, finally letting you go.

Once you move your hair away, you look at what you've done. You destroyed her face with the ripper. She can’t open her eyes, and blood tears cover her cheeks. The traumatizing image makes you drop the ripper, gasping in horror and creating some nausea as you see the girl unconscious on the carpet.

You’re not a killer. You are good, y/n.

Josephine suddenly enters the room, and after seeing the scene, she screams in horror. Dropping the box with some pair of shoes inside. Then she runs towards the girl and starts weeping loudly.

The doors lock from the outside. Run…

You don’t even think twice. You run outside and lock the door. Now you feel like you are in some horror movie. There are some emergency stairs at the end of the hallway, which you instantly decide to take.

Even though nobody is behind you, you feel like something will start to follow you. Terror invades you, but calm hits you when you make it downstairs and open the door, and the only thing you can see is snow.

Rare. Now shock greets you as you start to walk away from the resort.

Nothing can fit in your head, only that you’re not a killer. You’re innocent.

Joel can barely hold three backpacks, especially yours, since it’s the heaviest. He was relieved after finding Ellie, but you weren’t there.

So when he spotted you at the entrance of the woods, he screamed your name.

Ellie looked relieved, too, even when she was still in shock.

As they walk closer, the man and the girl notice your messy braid, your hair looked like a mess, your face is slightly scratched, you have a dress stained with blood, you have no shoes, and you look very lost.

“Jesus…” Joel whispers, looking at you. And the first thing he does is pull you into a big hug. He thanks God you’re alive.

“We’re okay. It will be better, baby….” you feel him kissing your hair multiple times. “Now you’re safe. You’re with me.”

“I know…” you whisper back. When he lets you go, you turn to look at Ellie. She’s covered with Joel’s jacket, and she’s disheveled like you, with blood on her face. Both of you hold each other because you don’t need to speak to know you have done and seen life-changing things. And Joel knows it, too, because that’s how he felt many years ago.

There’s a cozy red House. With a half-full kitchen, a clean living room, and two bodies in decomposition lying in the garden (which Joel had to drag away). And the bathroom has a nice apple shampoo. A shampoo that Joel was using to wash your hair.

There’s a towel under you, making the experience in the tub better. With your hands around your knees, you sigh delighted as Joel massages your scalp.

“Your hair was… chopped up,” his statement alerts you. What? Your hands reach the wet hair, and you feel the disengaged strands. “What?”

Joel hears your little whimper, and instantly Joel stops you, preventing you from feeling the unevenness of your hair. “Do you want me to cut it evenly?”

You nod, sinking your face between your knees. Joel starts cutting your hair with some scissors And it feels okay. He makes you feel safe. It’s intimate, but the sound of the scissors reminds you of Beatrice. Joel feels immense sympathy for you. He’s tired of watching you suffer. He feels guilty about not being able to protect you more.

Rage invades you. All you do is keep losing something from your identity. But then, you think about Beatrice. “I left that girl blind, Joel. I don’t know if I killed her, but… her face. She was so mad. You should have seen it. The look in her eyes….”

“I know what you’re thinking. You’re not a killer, y/n.” His hands trail your shoulders and naked back. Joel’s sweet voice comforts you. “You’re the goodest woman I’ve ever met.”

The silence is satisfactory. The lights are off, only an old candle leaving a coconut scent. You killed your family; you killed that man in the university, and now this girl.

“How is your wound?” You ask him, hoping to break the ice and make the negative thoughts disappear. Because you wanted to hear him, you wanted a little normal moment with him.

“Better. But that’s not important right now…” he watches you lay your head on your arms, curling yourself into a little ball. He was done with your hair. He washed the strands over your neck and back with a cup and the tub of water. “It is important, Joel. I hope the penicillin worked.”

“Where did you get penicillin?” you sigh, and he knows that sharing that with him would lead to more. But he focuses on the new length of your hair, brushing your shoulders. “Ellie. She traded it for a deer she caught.”

“What?. She used the sniper?” You nod slowly. You won’t lie. Besides, it’ll show Joel that Ellie is capable of more things than he thought.

“And the man was the leader of this macabre cult. Avenging the ones we encountered in the university,” Joel sighs once he finds the correlation between all the events. He wants to know why you ended up with the dress and no shoes. But he won’t push you, except for one thing.

“Did they…?” you know what he means. Instantly you shake your head. “No. Trust me, I would’ve known if there were some signs of it.”

Finally, he tells you to stand up. You do as he grabs a towel and starts wrapping you with it. Then he guides you to the mirror. He looks at your reflection, swiftly holding your arms.

“You look very pretty…” he tells you, making you chuckle briefly, now with a very short hair and clean face. “I’m sorry….”

“Why so?…” you ask curiously. Turning to face him. He looks tired. Even after showering, he put fresh bandages on his wound and decent food. His hair still looks messy, and he seems older than usual. However, you’re relieved he’s there, he’s alive, and he's okay. You still have him.

“For not being able to protect you as I wanted,” you sigh, your eyes watering at his look and words. Your hand brushes his beard, making him close his eyes. He’s also safe with you.

“Oh, Joel. All the shit we’ve been through is not your fault. Or mine or Ellie’s...” he nods, trying to convince himself.

“Once again, you saved my life. And you bathing me moments ago felt like the beginning. When I was sick, and I had no one to look after me,” his eyes were also teary. Both of you have come so far.

“I admire you, y/n. I admire you a lot” he rolls his eyes.

“And thanks, Joel. For the haircut and the bath,” he smiles again. Making it impossible not to kiss him. You didn’t kiss very often, but once you had a little privacy, Joel was more than happy to accept your lips.

“It’s nothing. You said it, like the old times….” He was getting used to love now; being at the edge of dying, losing you, and more made him appreciate the importance of love. Also, to accept Ellie was an essential part of your and his life. He had seen you being a mother figure for her since the beginning. But now it was like you were her best friend. So he wasn’t surprised when Ellie preferred to talk about what happened in the resort with you. Maybe the girl would tell him later, but for now, he was okay with her having the trust to say to you.

“She wants some time alone. She said she would be at dinner” you read his mind, so he just nods. “Let’s rest a little. I want you to hold me….”

“I can do that…” he states in his low voice. He just needed to hold you because you only were safe with him and no one else.

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years ago

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Javier Peña req (and Steve as bestie). Y/n is their partner and is feeling extremely burnt out; running on empty, coffee, cigarettes and not much else. She’s barely sleeping or eating and constantly has a tight chest and racing heart. They both know something is up with her but she just shrugs it off until one day, Javi is out on a raid and she reaches her breaking point. Steve manages to get her home but can’t reach Javi until he gets back to the embassy etc. Also, please could you throw in a little Carrillo cause😍

Burned Out (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

A/N: I’ve missed Narcos and my DEA boys, so thank you for this prompt, whoever sent this in. I really appreciate it. I’ve been in a bit of a slump recently with writing for this blog, so it’s great to have something to focus on and pour myself in to - hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, alcohol, reference to depressive / self destructive behaviour, description of a panic attack, mild smut, canon-typical violence, death, reference to drugs / overdosing.

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You knew exactly when it started. When you began to feel yourself beginning to sink downwards into the quicksand that was your life.

It was a bad day… well, a worse day, if you were being honest, given that life in general in Bogota was hard and full of bad days that left you feeling numb inside. Whereas you were normally able to banish the darkness by spending time with the friends you had collected since your arrival to the city, not even Javi’s gentle kisses or Steve’s dirty jokes or Connie’s homemade deserts could do the trick.

The day had been bad for many reasons.

One, you’d lost a contact with direct links to Escobar, that you’d spent weeks working on.

Two, you had lost them in a drive-by shooting that had killed not only them but countless civilians too.

Three, some of your asshole colleagues decided to spill coffee all over your files meaning you were forced to work late to re-type them up for a briefing the following morning. Even though you had got it done, you knew you had likely missed some details, the ink far too smudge to even begin to try and understand what had previously been written.

However, that day had only been the start of it. The start of the downwards spiral you found yourself tumbling into.

Sure, the others had noticed there was a change about you. Yet, it wasn’t as if they knew what was causing it or how to fix it.

Javi especially knew what you were like - you were like him after all. Spilling your guts wasn’t your natural reaction to handling things. You kept your emotions bottled up inside of you, cramming more and more in, forcing that lid to remain firmly screwed in place even as the pressure began to build.

And if the lid did threaten to pop off? Well then, you lost yourself in him. In the love that existed between you, and the intimate knowledge you shared of one another. After all, Javi had said it himself, “who needed therapy when you had sex and good whiskey?”

A night of passionate fucking was all it took to take the edge off… to let a little pressure escape, delaying your inevitable eruption… But that was just it; you would erupt. It was inevitable. There was no way on earth you could sustain the relentless routine of long hours spent at work, with coffee doing its best to act as a replacement for your bed.

Hell, you could feel the toll it was taking on you both mentally and physically, from the way your hands shook slightly, to the way your chest felt too tight to breathe sometimes. Then there was the fact your clothes were starting to get baggy, whereas they’d once clung to your frame like they’d been tailored for you.

“Here,” Javi had smiled one afternoon. You could smell the sandwich in his hand before he even set it down on the desk in front of you, accompanied by a packet of chips and a can of your favourite soda. “Grabbed that for you on our way back. Figured you’d forget lunch - again.”

A weak smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the kind gesture. “Thanks, Javi.”

“Anytime, hermosa.” He said it so calmly and easily that you felt your heart skip a beat as you realised how lucky you were to have someone who cared about you so deeply. It was why you made sure to tear a corner off of the sandwich and pop it in your mouth.

The relieved nod Javi granted you told you it was the reaction he’d been waiting for, as he took a step back to let you finish eating and working in peace.

You knew he’d be back to check you’d finished it in a matter of minutes. So, you were quick to chuck the rest of his lunch in the waste paper bin behind you, burying it further under a pile of discarded documents you’d already finished looking through.

It was fine. You’d eat later. Maybe you’d even try and cook dinner for you and Javi… an apology for being so distant lately…

Somehow, despite lacking the gift of prophecy, you knew deep down that that was unlikely to happen. Just as you knew it was unlikely Javi would even make it home tonight. For the last week straight, both he and Steve had been called out on some last minute, late night errands by Carillo - not that you minded all that much.

Not having Javi’s arms to fall into meant you felt less guilty about working late yourself. About only making it back to your empty apartment long enough for a quick shower and a power nap each night.

It was ironic to think of Carillo, though, given that your brief conversations with the Colonel in question had been the closest you’d come to finally releasing some of the hurt and the pain inside of you.

You didn't know what it was about him, but somehow, the Colonel had an ability to draw you out. To make you open up and share things you would never otherwise dream of.

Maybe it was his candour? You’d noticed that about him since you'd started working together; he had a blunt demeanour, saying what he thought regardless of the affect it could have on another person.

Now, it wasn't done with malice, per say, but rather as the result of a man who had the weight of an entire army on his shoulders and an impossible task. He just didn't have the time to bullshit anyone - especially when you both lived in a city full of people all too willing to lie and cheat.

It also came from a weird sense of respect, of seeing people as equals, deserving of the truth just as he expected the same in return. No matter how painful it may be.

Needless to say, it was one of the reasons you'd grown to respect the man - and dare you even say, like.

Still, when he decided to loiter on the other side of your desk, late one night, you felt yourself stiffen, as if suddenly all too aware of every little gesture your body made and what it gave away.

The Colonel missed nothing.

“You look like shit.”

Wow. Don’t beat around the bush.

“Jeez, your wife married a charmer, Colonel,” you scoffed, dragging on your cigarette, sparing him a fleeting glance. “Speaking of, doesn’t she want you back home? Or do you prefer my company that much that you’d rather stand at my desk at 11 o’clock at night?”

“She’s out of the city, visiting her parents,” he rebuffed, clearly not taking the bait as he dropped into the empty seat opposite. In fact, he decided to reach across and steal one of the cigarettes from the packet on your desk, lighting it for himself in a gesture that made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere for now.

“Good for her.”

“Yes, it is. I think time away from this place is good for everyone.”

You could feel the accusation lacing his words, as well as the heat from his continuous stare. “Then why didn’t you go with her? Not enough vacation days?”

He scoffed, a bitter smirk twisting his lips upwards. “You’re funny; I can see why Peña likes you so much. Like calls to like, as they say, even if you try and hide it behind that smile of yours.”

You bit back a laugh. “What can I say? I lucked out in that department and got my Mom’s smile. My sister was not so fortunate. She always had my dad’s features - meaning she looked more often than not like she was sucking on a lemon.”

“This is the sister that died from an overdose, correct?”

“Yes.”

“The anniversary is this week, is it not?”

He asked it so calmly and casually that anyone would have thought he’d asked you what the weather was like outside, or what your favourite record to listen to was.

At least his concern now made sense. It was the kind of detail he would remember, and you were honestly more surprised by the fact it had taken until now for him to bring it up.

He’d probably been itching to ask you about it all day, aware of the date even if your two partners were not. Well, they might have been, but neither had said anything which was your preference if you were being honest. Hence your rapidly cooling demeanour towards your colleague.

“I’m fine, if that’s what you're trying to fish about for, Colonel,” you sighed, staring back down at your desk again in an attempt to dismiss him. “You don't have to worry about me. I’m good. Thanks. So can I get back to work in peace? Or did you have some other question for me?”

Carillo sighed, simply choosing to smoke his cigarette, letting the tension linger along with the steadily growing haze around you both.

He didn't need to say the words aloud; his actions did all the talking for him as he reached over and helped himself to a file off of you desk.

He didn't buy this ‘calm, cool, and collected’ act you were pedalling. Not for a second - something his stare alone gave away, even if he refused to say it. Instead, he chose to read, and work, and smoke along side you so that you would not be alone.

He had his eyes on you... watching and waiting for the moment that your carefully constructed walls came crashing down... the only question was would they crush you in the process?

It was about a month later that the inevitable happened; that you finally hit rock bottom.

It had just been a causal remark that did it, of all things. A casual remark that sent you tipping over the edge.

You had just returned from lunch and hadn’t even sat back down at your desk yet when you noticed that someone was missing.

“Yo, Steve?” you queried, quickly glancing up at the empty seat next to you. “Where did Javi go?”

Now, you couldn't be a hundred percent certain what Steve said next but you knew he’d said something about Carillo, a lead, and a raid ...

“What?”

“I said, Javier went with him,” Steve repeated, staring at you with growing concern. You realised he must have already repeated himself. “What? Why? What is it?”

“Javi went too? He… he’s there? On that raid?”

“Yes, y/n, that’s what I just said - hey! Where you going?”

You didn’t even realise your feet had started moving, not until you heard Steve’s confusion as he yelled after you.

But you didn't stop.

You couldn’t stop, not until you were outside - not until you were far enough from that place that you could actually stop and fucking breathe.

When did it become so hard to breathe?

When had the room become so small?

Why did your mind suddenly feel the need to go to the darkest place possible?

It was just a raid... one of hundreds Javi had gone on since arriving here in the country, just as you had also gone on your fair share. So why was your head suddenly picturing him... lying there... injured, or worse... dead.

The number of bodies you’d stared at, lying in the streets in a macabre tableau that had become all too familiar by now - all part of this fucking job. A job you signed up for, hoping to vanquish the bastards who had taken so much from you and those you loved… yet, every day, it seemed you had failed as more and more innocent people suffered… and to think, that Javi - the man you loved more than anything - who you had neglected terribly to the point you couldn't actually remember the last time you’d woken up next to each other - could be amongst them…

It brought you to your knees.

“Whoah, y/n. Easy. What’s wrong?”

Steve’s voice sounded distant, as if you have been submerged beneath water. Yet, you could tell he was beside you, dropping down onto the kerb before hauling you close. The warmth of his touch was enough to tether you to him, to reality, as everything around you seemed to spin in dizzying circles.

You could feel it as his hands rose, cupping your cheeks, turning your head and trying to get you to look at him.

When you finally did, he could see immediately that your eyes were glassy, like you weren’t really seeing or hearing him.

He knew that look.

“Y/N,” Steve murmured in a soothing voice. “Y/N, look at me. Look at me.”

He paused, waiting until your eyes trained themselves on his face, some of the cloudiness starting to dissipate.

“Good, that’s good. Now breathe. Just breathe,” he instructed, taking a few deep breaths himself to show you how.

It took you a moment or two, but you eventually became fully aware of your surroundings and what your friend was telling you to do.

Following his lead, you took a few shuddering breaths, then a few more. You kept breathing until you could feel the racing of your heart slow and the fear that had felt crippling just moments before begin to ease.

You were exhausted.

Wiping at your face, you tried to banish the tears that had left a salty trail burning down your cheek.

Steve doesn't say anything for a long minute, instead choosing to pull you into his side and light up a cigarette, which he was quick to offer you.

“T... thank you.”

You sat like that for a while... just watching people and cars passing by, smoking like two people on a perfectly ordinary break.

No one bothered to stop and ask you two questions. Hell, no one even shot a glance in your direction, everyone too busy with their own business to stop and give a shit about yours.

So you sat.

And smoked.

And said nothing... not until the cigarette was nothing more than a stub.

Steve was quick to take it from you, before it could burn your fingers. Tossing it aside, it had clearly served its purpose.

He stood and offered you a hand.

His face left no room for debate as he stated calmly, “Come on, I’m taking you home. Now.”

“Come on. A couple more steps, Y/N,” Steve urged, guiding you up the stairs to your apartment.

His hand was warm, firm even, as it pressed against your lower back.

He’d been like this since the moment you’d left the embassy, steering you and hovering over you like he expected you to simply topple over at the slightest breeze.

It was touching, yet irritating all at once - a sentiment you were too busy trying to put one foot in front of the other to even attempt to unpack. You were also just too goddamn tired.

“Here we are.” Steve’s words startled you. “Home sweet home.”

You didn’t remember giving him the keys, but you must have as he opened the door a second later and herded you inside.

There was emotion in your throat - threatening to spill from you. You were holding on by a thread and he knew it. Just as Carillo knew it, and possibly Connie too -

Wait, Connie?

You blinked as you realised that at some point the woman had also entered your home, most likely having been summoned by Steve on the drive home.

You wanted to feel guilty at the thought of her being dragged into your mess, but you were honestly too tired to feel anything other than grateful as she hurried over to you, offering you a cup of what you assumed was tea, as well as two pills.

To help take the edge off, she explained, urging you to take them. Doctor’s orders.

It was impossible to miss the way that they were both staring at each other - sharing anxious glances as you swallowed the tablets and dutifully sipped the tea.

They were worried about you. Hell, you were worried about you, and Javi, and Steve, and everyone else you loved and cared about - that was what had got you in this mess in the first place.

Damn it.

You heard them say as much as you marched yourself to your bedroom, claiming you were going to try and get some rest whilst you waited for news.

If they bought it, you couldn’t tell, but neither protested as you left them.

They simply let you go, allowing you the space and privacy to crawl into your bedroom, bury yourself in the unmade sheets, and lie down for a while. The medication had clearly started to work as you felt heavy... tired...

Lying there, you could hear their voices... faint murmurs drifting down the hall.

You caught only snippets as they tried and failed to keep their voices down, just as your parents had once done when you were just a kid. Still, despite their efforts, you caught enough to know that there was still no word from Javi, or about the raid he went on.

“-called Javi- no reply.”

“Carillo - try again -”

“-worried about her - stressed.”

Eventually, the words began to fade away, replaced instead by your body's sudden need to sleep. It was pointless to fight the drugs now in your system, or the comfort of being wrapped in the bed sheets that still smelled of Javi... not even you were strong enough to fight it as you felt yourself drifting off into sweet oblivion.

"Sweetheart?"

You must have still been dreaming - that was the thought that crossed your mind as you swore you heard Javi's voice.

"Javi?" you moaned, fighting against the grogginess that greeted you as you tried to open your eyes.

Despite the fact it was clearly now dark out, you could easily make out the face in front of you, illuminated from behind by the bedside lamp. The sight was almost angelic - as if some divine being had deigned to answer your prayers and return the love of your life back in to your arms.

“It's ok, I'm here, sweetheart,” Javi purred again, brushing your hair back behind your ear and pulling you close. “I’m right here, ok? In one piece - promise. The raid went off without a hitch. Even snagged ourselves a new asset for you to take a crack at.”

Your eyes shimmered with tears as you quickly burrowed into his chest. You didn't really hear what he was saying, too busy focusing on the fact that he was here to say it at all - here - alive - in your arms.

The reality hit you as you began to let it pour out of you: how relieved you were, how much you loved him. You also grumbled something about fucking telling you when he next decided to run off on a raid without so much as 'goodbye' - else you’d shoot him yourself.

“I’m sorry, carino. I am.”

And you believed him.

"I love you, Javi. So much."

"I love you too," he purred, "and I'm so sorry, I knew you were struggling, but when Steve told me-"

He didn't get to finish whatever the hell he'd been about to say. You didn't let him.

Instead, your lips surged hungrily towards his and as only Javi could, he kissed you back, soft and slow... as if desperate to reassure you through actions alone.

You felt him chuckle into your mouth as you grew impatient, grinding your hips against him in a silent plea for him to fill you. To join you. To bury himself, and the day you'd both had, in a moment of bliss.

It was a special kind of neediness, reserved for just him, and one that was only sated once he had fully joined with you, as one being. Safe. Whole.

Yes, in an ideal world he would have waited until after talking to you to lose himself in such a way. After all, Steve and Connie had filled him in on the troubling turn of events that his absence today had triggered - and he'd be lying if he said the idea didn't scare him shitless, that you had broken down so completely...

He could only thank God that Steve had been there for you - especially when he couldn't be himself.

But he was here now... and you had time to start trying to make sense of this mess. Together. Carillo had assured him of that, informing him in no uncertain terms that you both had the next few days off from work. He didn't want to see either one of you back in the office until you'd begun to sort through the mountain of shit you were buried under.

So, yes. If you wanted to lose yourself for tonight, to use him to forget the world outside for a perfect moment, then he was only too happy to oblige.

He’d wait until the morning to have a proper conversation.

He’d go down and whip you up some breakfast before trying to get you to open up to him about everything that had happened today… about the worries and concerns you’d been keeping locked away inside of you.

Then, after you’d fallen in to pieces in his arms, he could try and start to put you back together again. As a team.

#narcos masterlist #narcos fanfic #narcos imagine #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #steve murphy #connie murphy #colonel carrillo #colonel carillo #ithebookhoarder #masterlist #thesilentmage #pedro pascal

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sentience-if · 3 months ago

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Feel free to ignore! And my apologies if this counts as spoilers

I'm not really sure what the boundaries or limits or magic in this world is, but I remember reading somewhere that it isn't combat related. I would love to learn more if you have developted it ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

Any-hoo! This is for an Io hides/downplays their magic. How would the ROS react Io mathing up a terrifying display of magic?

Sorry if my ask confuses you fhdjfbfjf it just popped into my head some minutes ago and I haven't thought it out properly

I might send send some scenarios if I can think of any, if that is alright with you!

One last thing!! I HAVE FOUND THE ART WHY ARE THEY ALL DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS BEAUTY'S?!?!?!??!?+?+?+?!?!?!!?!?!? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH???????!! PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Whoever drew them deserves the perfect pillow temperature, the perfect sleep position, the best meal in history, good texture of food, a loving chew toy, a warm nest to return to after a long day, and so so much more!!!!

I'm very sorry for the ridiculously long ask, please have a good day/night and wonderful sleep! Your game and blog has healed a dark patch of my soul and made me smile on late stormy nights..

Remember to drink water!

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hiiii :)

you could use Magic for combat, but it's not that effective on its own. Definitely better as a supplement (traps, distractions, moving objects, etc) to a real weapon. also, the only people who typically use Magic are priestesses, who aren't gonna be getting into fights anyway. Saints are the only real exception

anyway since you can show off your Magic skills to Klaus and Ira in game, here's the others:

Connie: needs to do some reevaluating, since they've probably never really considered that Io could actually be dangerous, or worse, competent (lol)

Val: immediately on the verge of a panic attack. begs Io to stop under thr guise of safety and staying under the radar. Val does Not Like That Shit, especially when it's an Io that doesn't do it often, meaning Vals not as used to it

kat: heehee do it again <3 also just a huge fan of Io having hidden depths, always something to surprise her

also if you mean the art I posted, it's me I'm the artist :3

#always accepting scenarios btw #even if i don't answer right away #ask #sentience if

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toadontoadstool · 2 years ago

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They try to take something and you put it in your bra

Characters: Eren Yaeger, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer

Warnings: None, but if you don't have breasts or have small ones just pretend for this (☞ ᐛ )☞

Notes: This is the first bit of fan fiction I've ever written (other than some wattpad stories when I was 15 lol) so enjoy and please excuse any mistakes or bad writing. (*´∇`)ﾉ

Also this is a reader insert but y/n isn't used.

Eren Yaeger

You were sitting on the couch just trying to relax and read a book when Eren has to go and ruin your tranquility. He has a small bouncy ball and is throwing it against the wall which is making a very annoying banging noise.

"Can you stop?" You ask your annoyance clear in your voice. "Why, I'm not doing anything wrong." he says nonchalantly. "But you're making a noise and it's distracting me."

He continues to throw the bouncy ball against the wall.

"Could you maybe do that somewhere else?" He stops and pretends to think for a moment. "Nah, this is the perfect wall for bouncing a ball. You can go read somewhere else." You sit up straighter in your chair. "I was here first." You say but he just ignores you.

"Fine then." You stand up and walk over to him. He pauses for a moment looking at you, confused as to what you're doing. When he throws the ball again you catch it and go sit back down. "Hey, give that back." He says trying to take it from you.

"Nope. I asked you nicely to stop or go somewhere else but you insisted on continuing to annoy me." You say as you put the bouncy ball between your breasts and in your bra.

"Unbelievable." Eren rolls his eyes and walks away with a slight blush on his face to go find something else to do.

Levi Ackerman

"Alright, give it here." Levi says holding his hand out for you to give him the button that had fallen off of his shirt. You have no interest in keeping his button but decide to play around with him a little. "No thanks. I think I'm gonna keep it." you say holding the button up and inspecting it pretending that it's an extremely interesting item.

"What? Why on earth would you want to keep it? It's a button, MY button to be exact." He tries to take the button away from you but you quickly dash away and start running circles around his desk with him chasing you. (Yk just like when your older sibling chase's you and you're running for your life)

Eventually he gets tired of your little game and just hops over the desk. You stop dead in your tracks almost having a heart attack.

"Hand it over." he says with an unamused expression. In a moment of panic and with the fact that you don't want to surrender you stick the button between your breasts and safely into your bra.

He lifts up an eyebrow and stares at you in disbelief. "Seriously? That's extremely immature of you." he says looking away as his cheeks are dusted with a slight pink. "I'll just use a spare button." He grumbles going to fix his shirt.

Congratulations! You actually beat him and got to keep his button, which is basically useless to you.

Jean Kirschtein

"Give that to me." Jean says while trying to grab a small piece of paper from you with a horrible looking drawing of him on it.

"No way!" You say running away from him as he chases after you trying to grab it. You giggle as you run away but you get so distracted that you accidentally end up cornering yourself.

You turn around quickly to see Jean looming over you. "Gotcha" he says reaching for the paper and in a moment of quick thinking you shove the drawing down between your breasts. He freezes and stares at you while his face starts turning red.

"Ha, try getting it now!" You say with a proud look on your face. Jean glares at you and turns away mumbling how he's gonna get payback later.

Armin Arlert

It's a rainy day and you're sitting inside bored out of your mind. You see Armin sitting in the corner of the room scribbling something down on a piece of paper. You decide to go see what he's up to since you have nothing better to do.

"Hey Armin, what are you doing?" He jumps a little at your unexpected presence. "Oh nothing. I'm just writing a poem." he says shyly. "Can I read it?" You ask putting your hands together pleadingly. "It's... not really that good." he says rolling his pencil between his fingers.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad!" You lean over and take the piece of paper from him. "Wait" he says "it's not finished yet" he tries to take it back. "Just let me read what you've done so far." You say holding the paper away from him.

"No, wait, please" he says reaching for the paper again. You quickly put the piece of paper between your boobs and cross your arms. "Why don't you want me to read it?" you pout at him.

Armin freezes up and his face goes as red as a tomatoe. "I- uh uhm..." He looks down at his feet with embarrassment. "I'll let you read it when I'm done. I promise." He looks at you with a pleading look. "Alright" you sigh out while handing him back the piece of paper.

"Thank you." He says and goes back to his corner still a bit flustered.

(The poem he was writing may or may not have been a love poem 😉)

Connie Springer

You were walking in the streets with Connie when he spotted a coin on the floor. "Oh yeah, jackpot!" he happily exclaims as he bends down to grab it when you suddenly swoop in and snatch it off the ground. "Thanks" you say with a cheeky grin. "I spotted it first it's mine!" he says trying to grab the coin from you. "Finders keepers!" you tauntingly say waving the coin around before dashing off with it.

"Exactly I found it!" He yells running after you.

You eventually get tired from all the running that you stop. You're now standing face to face with Connie and it looks like something from one of those cowboy movies. He wiggles his fingers at his sides as you both glare at each other. If this were a movie there would definitely be that classic showdown music playing.

He lunges forward to grab the coin but you dodge him and quickly tuck the coin safely into your bra. "What!? That's not fair!" he yells face heating up from embarrassment. You shrug your shoulders and walk away with a satisfied smirk on your face.

I hope my writing wasn't too bad. My requests are open if you want me to write anything. Also I might make a part 2 to this with other character if it does well. (´^ω^`)

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mvltisstuff · 1 year ago

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plz do some conrad head cannons i loved ur cam ones🙏🙏🙏

hc’s for conrad!!

babe

anyway

i feel like conrad would be a little tough to crack open at first, like he’d open up slowly but surely

once he does, he adores when people genuinely listen to him and help him process

when he feels comfortable, if he has a panic attack, he knows he can go to you for comfort and he doesn’t have to be afraid

if you’re anxious, he’s def the type of guy to hold you until you calm down, and then talk about it if you still want to

before susannah’s death, she always noticed his smile get bigger when he was with you and it always reappeared after her death

i feel like bro def would get a good therapist (someone get him one ‼️)

he pretends to hate the nickname connie but secretly loves it whenever you say it

gets turned on by the most random things, even if they’re little

i know him and jere have their little moments but i feel like he’d genuinely do anything for his little brother

keep in mind i haven’t read the books so i’m not fully sure what happens 😭 i know some major plot points but no details really

if you get insecure, he always slyly shoots out little compliments and makes sure other people say you look amazing (you do)

he’s usually civil, but the second someone says something to you, it’s game over

FUCKS UP mario kart wii and had to finish jeremiah’s laps for him when they were younger

wants to call people his best friend, but isn’t sure if he’s theirs (same)

i think once he learns how to properly communicate (no hate), he would have a really good relationship with you

if you argue about something, he stays up all night thinking about it in fear of losing you. even if he thinks he’s right, he’ll try and make it up to you

bro i know the fishers grew up drinking milk with dinner every. single. night.

i feel like he would be cold a lot (idk why) but he always curls up more to you if he does

definitely active on twitter and always retweets the weird, funny tweets (or x i guess, kiss my ass elon!)

whenever he’s soaking wet, it’s a must that he runs up to you and shakes his hair and pecks your cheek (cannon???)

bro has a blankie idc (this is me projecting)

this is so mean but he 100% scared susannah whenever she walked into a room (probably before being diagnosed again 💀)

has a private story that he NEVER uses unless it’s to post embarrassing pics of everyone else

made his snap username something so humiliating and shut down whenever someone mentioned it

cried tears of joy when the update came out where you could change it

i tried to add a few silly ones in there, but i hope you enjoy these <3

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jennaispunk · 17 days ago

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I was gifted this lovely graphic by @jolapeno. Isn’t she amazing? 💜💜

Under the cut you’ll find links to all my fics.

My writing is mostly fluff with a bit of angst/spice sprinkled in here and there. If you like anything you’ve read, don’t be shy! Comment, reblog or drop a note in my inbox.

A Symptom of Being Human (OFC Maggie)

Summary: An unlikely connection forms between Joel and a new resident of Jackson.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, slight age gap (Joel is 50ish, OFC is 40ish), grief, loss of spouse, loss of child, panic attacks, mild violence, allusions to SA but no specific details, possible friends to something more, soft!Joel

A Sunday Kind of Love (f!reader)

Summary: A lazy Sunday afternoon at the Miller House.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, domesticity, soft!Joel, married!Joel. Written for beefrobeefcal's Joel Sat On Me '24 challenge

It’s Only Make Believe (f!reader)

Summary: What began as a publicity stunt turns into much more than you expected.

Tags and Warnings: fluff, allusions to smut, kissing, drug use, Dieter is a goofball but so sweet, anxiety, allusions to body shaming/bullying (reader receiving, not from Dieter), fake dating, unspoken feelings, longing. Written for burntheedges Roll-A-Trope Challenge

Puppy Love (f!reader)

Summary: Dieter gets a Christmas Present

Tags/Warnings: fluff, established relationship, one brief mention of drug use (weed), brief allusion to smut, one tiny (bad) period joke, sweet!Dieter

Save Me (f!reader)

Summary: A professional rejection leads Dieter down a dark path. Can he find his way back?

Tags/Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, worry, drug use, mentions of abusive childhood (Dieter), mention of Dieter being a bit of an asshole (but he loves reader), two people in love who are just trying to figure it out. Written for bitchesuntitled Get Dieter Sober Challenge.

Just Another Saturday Night (f!reader)

Summary: Javi invites himself to help you babysit for Steve and Connie on Valentine's Day. What happens between you is completely unexpected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, sexual tension, friends to lovers, no significant age gap. Written for Space Sisters Valentines Day Exchange

Every Time You Go Away (f!reader)

Summary: You have very few vices and the biggest one is Javi. It can never be serious but tell that to your heart.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, angst, allusions to smut, fingering (f! receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up, peeps), idiots in love, unspoken feelings, longing, two people who want what they think they can’t have. Written for yopossum mootboard challenge.

Like the Rain (f!reader)

Summary: Frankie has something to say....will you listen?

Warnings/Tags: fluff, spice, oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up), unresolved feelings, idiots in love, maybe a hint of angst. This is slightly AU: Written for guiltyasdave 1.5k follower celebration

More Than Friends (f!reader) for Jolapeno’s Dear-uary Challenge

Summary: Some time away from your best friend forces you to confront your feelings.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, Frankie is a mechanic post TF (that’s my head canon for him), slightly non-canon (no lady, no baby

Someone Like You (f!reader)

Summary: A vacation you didn’t want to take turns into something you never expected.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3 k

Tags/Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, allusions to smut, shitty ex-boyfriend (not Marcus), brief mention of infidelity (again, not Marcus. He would never), meet cute, instant attraction. Written for whocaresstillthelouvre follower challenge

Amid the Falling Snow (f!reader)

Summary: Ezra suprises you with your winter wish.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, a hint of smut, allusions to smut, oral (f receiving), Ezra being Ezra, soft!Ezra, established relationship, two people madly in love. Written for a discord Secret Santa Exchange.

Gift of a Friend (OFC Talia)

Summary: An unlikely meeting leads to something unexpected.

Tags/Warnings: fluff. A “This is how they met” story. It’s just two people who could use a friend finding each other. Maybe it might lead to more. Written for the swiftiscruff friendship exchange.

Ballroom Blitz (f!reader)

Summary: Din Djarin gets more than he bargained for when he attends a party celebrating the New Year on Plasir-15.

Warning/Tags: fluff, Din is soft for his girl, teensy bit of jealous!Din, established relationship, shenanigans, Grogu being Grogu, brief mention of vomit, holiday party gone wrong, brief mention of a fight and minor injuries, takes place after season 3, the Razor Crest is back because I said so.

Title TBD- (f1reader) for kedsandtubesocks’ Cowboy Challenge ✨coming soon ✨

Title TBD (f!reader) for almostfoxglove's Angst Challenge ✨coming soon✨

#masterlist #fanfiction #joel miller #frankie morales #dieter bravo #javier peña #marcus pike #jack daniels #max phillips #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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oncillamoltres · 5 months ago

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actually looking back at the archive i'm. not sure how much it got onto tumblr that connie's been a complete wreck this weekend. most of it was either on discord or like? vaguely implied? for like the first time in the history of lovenpeace-pkmn i've actually managed to get anthea to talk more about her feelings than concordia???

anyway. what's been going on is:

somewhere around Friday Nictoria @/ariadosanon had that video posted of her brutally murdering some Rocket's pokemon. Connie, veteran of last time Nic was on Rotomblr, was planning to just scroll past and ignore it, but it ended up becoming a major topic of discussion on the Taskforce Distortion Gliscord server. this was not great for Connie's mental health

literally the next day @/cherrytree-irl N was hospitalized by a hydreigon. neither Anthea nor Concordia took this well (a); Connie, who has herself been attacked by hydreigon, spent most of the day offline trying not to have panic attacks.

however she did ask the Taskforce server if they could keep discussion of Nic's crimes to the vent channels, which was very brave of her because she's bad at asking for what she needs and also more intimidated by Lynda than she lets on.

Sunday Connie made a concerted effort to Stay Home and Do Something Fun With Her Kid to like. recalibrate her nervous system. unfortunately Anthea ended up pissed off enough about some things Byrd @/swellowmypride said in the Taskforce gliscord that she ended up like. actually venting her frustrations for once. including the thoughts on Connie's self-hatred that she's been biting back.

I'm really happy there was an opportunity to throw that in actually Anthea's been quietly bothered by that for ages now

anyway. A+C apologized to each other offscreen (this is hardly their first argument) and have been trying to like. calm down and focus on normal and silly stuff. I was gonna have Connie call in sick from work on Monday but I forgot it was Labor Day and it would. be kind of silly to do that on Labor Day.

so the reason Anthea was surprised by that anon asking if she was okay was that from her perspective, Connie's been having PTSD flashbacks all weekend and then got yelled at by her sister, whereas she got mad about something and has since mostly calmed down and even kind of feels better for actually expressing her emotions instead of bottling them up, so why would she be the one who's not okay?

but like. very little of that actually got onto the page. so.

pro tip: don't pick a roleplay character who hates talking about their feelings.

#lovenpeace pkmn #pokemon death mention #pokemon attack mention #panic attack mention

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basilgafff · 20 days ago

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hi everyone, here's my dandy's world oc!! :3

meet Lettie the letter! ✉️💗

Lettie is a paper letter, and she's also a writer with an excellent imagination and just a fan of all sorts of cute things! her main dream is to write a huge book about the life of all toons and become famous all over the world! (however, so far, she has only a few obedient listeners: Teagan, Astro and Razzle and Dazzle). this toon is extremely emotional and sensitive, so she doesn't like criticism of her work very much... and she is also very dreamy, because she can often be seen immersed in her thoughts, and that is why there is no limit to her inattentiveness! she is very gentle when communicating, and generally very pleasant by nature, except for sometimes too sudden mood swings, hehe!

her active ability:

" Completed Line "

with this ability, Lettie is able to restore 50% of stamina and increase its recovery rate by 75% for 10 seconds to the two players closest to her. ability cooldown is 75 seconds.

her trinket:

" Story Pen "

with this trinket, you can get twice as much ichor as usual during the game! ( for example, if the machine is fully filled, instead of 5 ichor, you will get 10 ichor, etc ).

her twisted version! ✉️💔

she is completely blind, but her hearing is very well developed. In fact, along with Glisten, Connie, Rodger, and RnD, she is a +-neutral twisted, because she walks slowly back and forth while playing on the floor, making long stops on the spot, because it is extremely difficult for her to navigate. the only time when she can become aggressive and start attacking the player is when you lose your skillcheck and in panic mod. but even when attacked, she runs quite slowly, but has a long attention span, so she won't lose sight of you right away.

also, I ship her with Teagan! ✉️☕

( Lettie is 26 y.o. btw )

#dandys world #dandy's world fanart #dandy's world oc #dandy's world #dandy's world fan character #oc × canon #dandy's world teagan

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zinkysworld · 30 days ago

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this is the first and last time i will acknowledge connies existence she breaks every pattern ive learned to rely on for these characters and i need her dead

patterns being: object/thing/concept based designs (as to why i also dislike rudie rn but hopefully he has a personality to make up for it when he drops), twisteds being bigger than their original toon vers, WHY DOES SHE HAVE HUMAN HAIR. also i just dislike her personality she feels like gigi but instead of being a tumblr shitposter she was a tiktok enjoyer plus the fact she was supposed to be a halloween toon but wasnt and is just part of the non-seasonal cast just throws me off so much and her play style is just so agonizing for me personally

also being spoon-choked content of her before she even released and the overhype of her and ppl tryna theorize her being a main made me lowkey tweak out in a bad way and i was starting to have like mini panic attacks over it bc what if she was a main and ruined my new hyperfixation and current only meaning in life and like what if. but they were all wrong reasonably so so im glad i dont have to stare at her longer than i need to

#dandys world #i aint main taggin cuz theres quite a few characters #accidentally turned into a connie hate post mb

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sadiecoocoo · 4 months ago

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Attack on Titan Fanfiction - The Sorrows We Drown Chp. 1

Summary - Two years after the Rumbling, the alliance has been going back and forth between Paradis and the rest of the world. On a week off, disaster strikes. People start getting sick, rumored to have caught a plague from the dead bodies still yet to be cleaned on the edges of the Rumbling's reach.

a few days later, titans destroy the new city of Liberio.

Relationships - Reiner Braun/Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun & Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein & Connie Springer, Reiner Braun & Jean Kirstein & Connie Springer, Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Tags - Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Psychological Horror, Horror, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Reiner Braun Needs a Hug, Reiner Braun Has Issues, sad Reiner Braun, Protective Jean Kirstein, Soft Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer is a Little Shit, could be reiner/connie/jean, still debating that, Roadtrip, but the violent running from the law kind, Post-Rumbling (Shingeki no Kyojin), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Minor Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Word Count - 2,583

Read on AO3

Notes: This could be seen as Connie/Reiner/Jean but I haven't explicitly tagged that and so far haven't written any intimate scenes between all three of them. honestly Connie is just an oblivious third-wheel during the apocalypse. the title is from the song, Writing on the Wall, by Will Stetson. it's meant to symbolize how Reiner gives himself up to protect others as a way to try and atone, and if you've listened to the Alhaitham version of the song, how Jean wants to help him. this is gonna have a bit of gore, but this chp. is mainly build up, and I do have a few chapters written already so they'll be a few weekly uploads before I catch up to where I've left off (if I don't finish it by then lol) anyways, please enjoy!

Armin hummed along to the slow, yet upbeat tune coming from the radio as he helped make dinner. It wasn’t anything fancy. Really, he hadn’t had much better than the rations from his scout days, even after the world started to heal from the Rumbling.

It had been about two years since then. In that time, Armin and the rest of the Alliance had been going back and forth between Paradis and the rest of the world for peace negotiations.

Overall, Eldians were being treated better too. There was still some resentment, bigotry didn’t go away that easily, but it was fading as time went on.

Armin and Annie had moved in together recently too. Though both of them had their own duties to take care of, they still spent plenty of time together. Sometimes he was still amazed that he and Annie, of all people, were able to work out a healthy relationship. He cherished it greatly.

The others were all doing well too. Connie, Jean, and Reiner were all living together. They visited often when there weren’t any politics to worry about. Pieck had stayed with her father, but still went with them all on diplomatic missions when needed.

Levi was healing well, though he was still bound to a wheelchair. The former captain had been staying with Gabi and Falco’s families in another town. He sent the bare minimum of letters, but they all knew he cared.

Mikasa was the only one Armin wasn’t entirely sure about how she was doing. Last time they saw each other, she had grown out her hair again, and seemed to have permanently given up being a soldier. She still had a gloomy aura around, and he doubted that would go away any time soon.

As Armin was cutting up some potatoes, there was a loud crash outside. He jumped, and accidentally cut his finger in the process. The knife clattered to the floor in his moment of panic.

“Shit,” he muttered, grabbing a cloth and placing it on his bleeding finger. He leant over to pick up the knife, then placed it in the sink to wash later.

Armin went over to the window after the crash was followed by yelling. He let out a sigh, hoping it was just another incident of road rage. There hadn’t been cars that survived the rumbling, and the roads were mangled still, but some people managed to afford one of the vehicles left.

Peering out the window, he discovered that it was indeed a small car accident. He couldn’t tell if anyone was hurt from his view, and debated for a moment going outside to check on things. He lived on the second-story of an apartment complex, so he at least got a decent bird's-eye-view.

There was muffled yelling as one man got out of his car and started towards the other. Armin was starting to get the feeling that he might be needed to break up a fight, given how the man seemed to stalk towards the car with his arms waving wildly.

He stepped away and headed towards the door. Armin left the bloodied cloth on the counter, first checking to see if his finger had stopped bleeding. It wasn’t hurting and had already scabbed over, so he figured it would be fine. He guessed he hadn’t cut too deep, despite the amount of blood at first.

Grabbing his coat, he swung it around his shoulders and walked briskly through the halls. It was a dingy place, really, with stains on the walls and wet patches on the carpet from leaking pipes. A majority of the rooms were the same story, though Armin and Annie had managed to get fairly lucky.

After rushing down the steps and heading through the small lobby, Armin opened the front door to the outside world. For a moment the change in lighting made him squint, but he quickly adjusted. It was a nice day, despite the small car crash currently in front of his apartment building.

“Hey, is everyone okay?” He yelled over to the man.

Armin jogged over to the other vehicle. The first man was standing in front of the open door, his shoulders strangely slumped. Armin stopped behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Sir, are you alright-” He stopped as soon as he saw what was happening in the driver’s seat of the vehicle.

Armin urgently pushed the first man out the way, and he backed up obediently. The driver, another man, looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, was sat convulsing. His mouth was agape; a line of drool went down to his chin, and his eyes were rolled so far back Armin wondered if perhaps he could see his own brain.

“Get a doctor!” Armin yelled urgently, turning towards the bystanders in the streets. “Someone go get a doctor now!” He repeated.

Someone was crying in the backseat, though he hadn’t noticed it before. He rushed to the back of the car and started to pry the door open.

In the backseat there was a little girl bawling her eyes out. Armin tried to shush her gently, to reassure her that everything would be okay. He reached towards her with as calming a smile as he could muster, and she quickly leapt into his embrace. This girl couldn’t have been older than seven.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. We’ll get your Daddy some help, sweetie.” He said, rubbing her back gently. He pulled her out of the vehicle and set her on the ground, where, thankfully, a kind lady knelt down to help look after her.

As he extracted the girl from his arm, his eyes landed on his cut finger. The scab was completely gone. It had only been a few minutes since he had even been cut in the first place. If he really looked close, he thought he could see wisps of something rising from his finger.

Steam.

Doctors are not certain of the cause of the strange new affliction, but hospitals are full of its victims! It is unsure if the sickness is contagious or not, but it is recommended that people stay in their own homes for the time being. If you are experiencing symptoms of great fatigue, chills, nausea, dizziness, or seizures, do not wait to get help!

Jean put down the paper. It landed on the table with a light slap, causing Reiner and Connie to both lift their heads up expectantly.

They were just trying to have dinner. A nice meal of Butternut Squash Pasta, something only recently shown to Jean and Connie. Sometimes he wondered how Reiner could stand the transition to such shitty food, then he remembered that to Reiner this was probably a meal saved for holidays.

“Something the matter?” Reiner asked with an arched brow. The blonde had recently shaved his beard, having decided after too much teasing from both Connie and Jean that it really did make him look too old for his age.

Without answering, Jean slid the paper over to Reiner. Connie leaned over to read it as well. Jean could only put his head in his hands as he waited for their own reactions.

“There had been a few cases of plague where the cleanup wasn’t as thorough.” Reiner muttered after a moment, almost as though he were speaking to himself.

“Are seizures really symptoms for a plague, though?” Connie asked, his nose scrunched worriedly. Reiner only shrugged.

“How could this have popped up so suddenly? And so quickly?” Jean asked, though he knew none of them would have the answer. Reiner looked at him as if he were sorry he wasn’t all knowing, and Jean suppressed an eye roll.

He was so tired of Reiner looking sorry all the time. At least now the brute smiled more often.

Jean was starting to feel like he had truly gotten to know Reiner, not the Scout Reiner, or Warrior Reiner, or Titan Reiner, just Reiner. It was honestly refreshing.

He was a lot more sheepish than anyone would have guessed back in training. When he wasn’t moping around feeling guilty, he was surprisingly sweet too, and most of the time it looked like he didn’t even put any effort into it.

Jean was glad that the three of them had decided to move in together. There was no way he’d be able to survive Connie’s annoying dumbass without someone to suffer through it with, and he would prefer to not live alone.

“Either way,” Reiner started, heaving out a sigh, “There isn’t much we can do about it other than try not to catch it.” He said. The blonde had started pushing his food around on his fork mindlessly.

“Right,” Connie agreed uneasily. Jean felt bad just brushing it off like that, but they all knew, logically, plagues weren’t something that veteran soldiers and peace ambassadors could fix.

The rest of their dinner went on in relative silence. Eventually Connie started to talk about what all he saw at the ever-growing market. It seemed like every day a new part of Liberio was being rebuilt. It felt like it was in such little time too.

Once they’re all done eating, Jean takes it upon himself to clean up the kitchen. They had all fallen into a strange routine, somehow wordlessly. Connie would go to the market and get whatever they needed; sometimes they’d talk about it beforehand and sometimes the numbskull would just grab whatever for them to experiment with. Reiner would cook most often, he had a strange talent for it, despite his lack of experience. Finally, Jean would clean everything up. Of course, none of this was set in stone, it just happened naturally half the time.

Once, Reiner had gotten sick with a light fever. Both Connie and Jean were paranoid that they’d catch it, so they decided to try making something simple. It may or may not have ended with small fire, and them being banned from the kitchen unless they were preparing war rations.

Either way, they all helped around. It was a fair solution, and still gave them all plenty of time to do their own thing later, even if they had gotten a ton of paperwork to do.

Jean had picked up art again in his free time. Connie really just did whatever he was in the mood for, which was usually either annoying one of them or getting them to play some card game. He had noticed that Reiner read a lot, and occasionally saw him writing down a few things in a small journal.

Once, Jean had peeked over the blonde’s shoulder. The journal had been filled with neat cursive handwriting in what he assumed to be the Marleyan written language. He could only make out every few words, the written language was still a pain to memorize.

“Do you think we should check on Peick?” Jean asked over his shoulder as he worked on scrubbing up an annoying piece of gunk off one of the plates. “Y’know since her dad is already sick?” he added.

“Nah, don’t wanna risk giving it to them.” Reiner answered. “I’ll send a quick letter, though.” he decided.

Jean hummed to himself and went back to work.

Several hours later, long past midnight, Jean had woken up in the night with a parched throat that he couldn’t ignore. He dragged himself out of bed and slunk through the short hallway and into the kitchen again.

He poured himself a small glass of water and chugged it. He finished with a soft sigh. Jena filled the cup again and took it with him back to his bedroom.

As he was passing the bathroom, however, he heard the telltale sound of someone dry heaving. He groaned internally at the obstacle between him and going back to sleep, but knocked lightly on the door anyway.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked through the door. His voice sounded a bit deeper from sleep.

There was a sputtering cough behind the door, and Jean fought the urge to just barge in. at the lack of whinging, Jean guessed Reiner was the unfortunate soul to be getting sick.

“‘M fine!” the blonde finally answered. Though, by the way his voice shook, and the declaration was quickly followed by more coughing and dry heaving, Jean sincerely doubted that he was fine.

“You decent?” Jean asked. He was soon answered by a very pathetic sounding affirmation.

Jean quietly opened the door to see the sad sight of Reiner leaning over the toilet and fighting to not throw up. Jean shut the door behind him as he moved to the sink and turned on the water. He threw a washcloth in the sink as it ran.

After the water felt somewhat warm, he wrung out the washcloth. Jean moved to kneel down next to Riener.

He placed the warm washcloth on Reiner’s nape, trying to soothe the nausea. He rubbed Reiner’s back as well, tracing calming circles and smoothing out wrinkles in the fabric.

“Food bad, or are you getting sick?” He asked after a minute or two of relative silence.

“‘M hoping it’s the food.” Reiner answered, turning his head up ever so slightly to look at Jean. The bags under his eyes seemed impossibly darker, and Jean felt a pang of worry tighten in his chest.

His still sleep-addled mind finally remembered the damn paper. If Reiner had somehow caught the plague going around, they were all screwed. The blonde had explained that his titan would mostly keep him from being sick along with healing injuries, so his immune system was shot. Jean didn’t want to know what this new plague looked like on someone who could barely handle more than a cold.

“Yeah,” Jean mumbled in response. He continued to rub Reiner’s back, and at some point the brute had leaned into his half embrace. His head was resting on Jean’s shoulder now.

“Think you can go back to bed?” Jean asked softly. Reiner hummed a quiet affirmative in response.

It wasn’t long before Jean had helped Reiner up and gotten him to his room. Reiner staggered over to his bed and plopped face first into his pillow. He let out a groan as he reached his hand back and flung the blanket over himself haphazardly.

Jean could help the breathy laugh that escaped him. Reiner never complained about anything until he got sick, then the entire world had to know of his suffering.

Jean moved to readjust the blanket, pulling it over Reiner’s shoulders. The younger man then sat down on the edge of the bed and patted Reiner’s head playfully. The blonde leaned ever so slightly into the touch.

“If you still feel bad in the morning we should get you to a doctor.” Jean suggested softly. He knew Reiner wasn’t particularly fond of hospitals, but if there was the possibility of him having caught the plague, he would have to ignore his discomfort.

“Whatever.” Reiner mumbled into his pillow, almost quiet enough for Jean to not hear it. He lifted his hand and gave the smallest of waves, “see you in the morning.”

Jean let out another soft laugh as he patted Reiner’s head again and got up. He closed the door to Reiner’s room softly before heading back to his own room.

As he laid down on his bed, he couldn’t ignore the knot of worry worming itself in his gut.

End Notes: yay I set up some exposition!!! and gave you guys a soft moment between Reiner and Jean and also showed them living a nice and happy life… it'll TOTALLY last anyways, gore in the next chapter <3

lmk if anyone would like to be tagged in the next chapter, I'd be happy to do it!

Chp. 2

#aot #attack on titan #jeanrei #reiner braun #reijean #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #armin arlert #connie springer #whump #hurt/comfort #>:D #fanfiction

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