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craacked-splatters · 2 years ago

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OKOKOK I JUST FINISHED DHMIS AND IM GOING INSANE HOLY SHIT

tumblr is the only place where my hyperfixations and ramblings won't make me seem like I've been trapped in a basement never seeing the light of day as I piece together a century long conspiracy. Apologies 4 the person I'm about 2 become . I'm gonna full theorist mode but I only have time to point out the puzzle pieces in d first ep for now cuz I got work in like 6 hrs :(( ill come bak n do rhe rest ltr feel free 2 add if u want

Ok so i was rewatching the eps again on my phone & collecting screenshots for my conspiracy board when I found this symbol in the intro 2 d first ep

And I was like wait a min that kinda looks like d ones from the book so i went to see if was true and yep

I don't know if there's anymore symbols scattered around in the other eps or if it was just forshadowing either way its making my brain vibrate. Has anyone else noticed this before? It's so cool

The other things in d intro that seemed a bit weird 2 me was the pics n letters on the fridge, the fact that our 3 guys r coming out of a clock house, and fuking roy looking into d house thru a hole in the wall. The symbolism and metaphors r there guys. I know it but Im putting a pin on unraveling that for ltr cuz I don't have time rn :((

I kept my eyes peeled 4 anything else n then I saw the similarities between the breifcase n his older bro and yellowguy and his imaginary older bro

Both of them were like stuck in the shadow of their younger sibs u know kinda left behind, like the smol suitcase felt inferior n could only watch as his younger was running around being bigger n better, the yellows fake bro was always stuck in the background while yellow took the spotlight,

and they both like lost their shit and injured themselves. The suitcase bro punched a wall n the fake bro literally comitted suicide. Maybe I'm looking to much into this but that kinda intrigued me a bit. Again I'll dissect to that ltr cuz I don't have d time 😔

So the 1st EP was about work & jobs right?

Noticed how like each guy had the same positions in each job?

Duck: (The judge, cryptocurrency, General, astronaut)

At 1st duck's jobs are more centered on power,on bieng a higher authority figure, someone who is respected, admired and successful. He views himself above the rest, he said one needed aggression to get ahead in workplace, (u know w/ the attention freaks part lmao),he narssistic, hes selfish, and is always strivings for better positions, better everything (the vending machine, wanting a better job etc)

He doesn't like this job, he failed at his work tasks, and no one is taking him seriously.

When the screen lady starts singing about stress n shit I was like hold up

First we see, him on the beach with a crab offering him pills. Relaxation=drugs?? An escape from reality perhaps 🤨

Then him walking on a tightrope with a bunch of red things under him (portraying his struggles with his inner demons maybe?? Showing that he is or was barely keeping himself from falling to them??)

This whole thing. The line segments with the relaxing never being an easy straight line,(gotta go thru hell 1st b4 ur happy type of thinking??) And also the colors on the diagram. It's our 3 main guys. Red duck and yellow. (I'll dissect this ltr too no time rn😔)

And this. The coins, (cryptocurrency?? financial issues??) The screw(shitty work jobs maybe) the crab(drugs) the red snake(inner demons?) And the green thing...idk what that is it has scissors n looks like its shushing(untold secrets/issues?) Maybe ita part of himself he doesn't like or harms him

Duck is forced to like his job. He tries to go along with this whole bs, but he can't and snaps causing the hand accident. Is that what happened from before he was dead? Did he cause the death of someone? We know they all died at the same time different places.Then we see ltr that his jobs aren't as powerful as before, he is a mailman, hes a struggling artist, those jobs usually arent seen as impressive as say a CEO. Is this lore👀 could it be a bit of backstory for duck👀

Next we have Red: (Doctor, Barber, boss 2 whole company, horseshoe maker) His jobs are more concentrated on responsibility and expectations. A lot of ppl rely on doctors to help them out, a lot of pressure is laid on their shoulders especially with serious situations. With barbers you want them to give you exactly what u asked for, or at least something acceptable if u cant think of anything. Bosses are bosses. They're literally in charge of a shit ton of things. They keep everything running smoothly cuz 1 wrong move and everything starts going haywire. And horses need shoes to walk I guess

Notice how red is kinda... negligent? I wouldn't say lazy hes not. But remember how he would always want to do something else besides what they were doing? Or be anywhere else besides in the now? He didn't want to do anything at all in the 1st ep deciding to just chill. He didn't want to acknowledge yellows sadness in the Death EP, I guess he didn't want to deal with it? He wanted to meet a real fam, saying that the 3 of them weren't it. The whole road trip breakdown and "Im not going back to that house"?? Very interesting 👀

Yellow: (lumberjack, icecream man, fisherman, assembly worker, therapy patient??)

Yellows jobs r more centered on labor. They're average jobs regular ppl like u and me could get whenever. They usually don't ask for degrees or sumthn just experience perhaps. They might be easy, but there is a form of danger to them Lumberjack? You chop up wood dude, you could easily lose a limb or die. Ice cream man? Well you could always run over someone and uh, stranger danger? Fisherman? Fall out and drown or get lost at sea Assembly line worker? You saw what happened the same as the lumberjack (Trust me I work at a GE and ppl r always getting hurt)I got nothing 4 patient 😔

Besides the assembly one(I'm not counting it it was a lesson), the other jobs could be viewed as experiences.

Lumberjack- helping build the shack with his dad (Roy was there)

Icecream man- its icecream. lot of us go after that car. Especially children.

Fisherman- going fishing for fun, could be a bonding experience idk

Therapy patient- c'mon

There's a lot of shit I didn't cover but it's fine. Everything is so cool and fascinating I'm losing sleep to this whole thing. I'll talk more about it later I'm tired n it's 5am I've got 2 hrs to sleep.

Edit: yo I'm literally at work rn but I realized something. Yellows jobs are repetitive too. A cycle of things that are done a sort of loop. Lumber jacks, assembly line workers, etc etc usually focus on doing one task only, over and over whether it's screwing in bolts, chopping wood, serving food doesn't matter. It's repetitive, meaning you don't have to worry about changes bcuz there aren't supposed to be. You become accustomed to it, it's reliable.

This might've been a bit forshadowing about the way our 3 characters have to start the same routine in the same house again and again, a seemingly endless loop.

Did y'all notice how yellow was extremely against the road trip idea? And the death episode? He didn't want the routine to change. he didn't like it was confusing to him. And just when he's getting used to a change it all collapses on him. Man :(( this show is so cool fr I'll continue dissecting ltr gotta go now

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis spoilers #dhmis #splatter rambles #like a madman #god im tonna regret this #its 5am #ajd i have work in 2 hours #o well lol #this show has me by the throat #its so good #i care them sm man

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modern-vellichor · 3 years ago

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Make No Mistakes.

summary: you can't get distracted. When you're distracted, you make mistakes. Mistakes get you killed. warnings: illinois. other than that, none <3 a/n: Sylvian Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno

Frank Castle was a force to be reckoned with. He frightened you, not that you would let him know that. You were a brilliant liar. And lying was the only constant in your life nowadays.

You stared out the window into the dark. Lampposts rushed by. Your head was pounding. You couldn't sleep. And so you just watched as the world sped past the window.

Frank was in the driver's seat. One hand on the wheel, the other holding his head up. You were both exhausted, him even more so. Even though he scared you, you trusted him more than anything. He was keeping you safe. You owed him your life. Frank trusted you, too. He didn't trust many, and you were one of them. You were almost honoured.

"Pull over," you mumbled. "You're falling asleep, let me drive."

"No."

Frank was also stubborn as all hell. You two must have been made from the same mold, because all you did was argue. You were the same. You held the same standards, same morals. You had the same favourite book, and knife. You had all the same mannerisms. You even shared a slight facial tick when either of you were aggravated - which was almost always.

"Yes, Frank," you sighed. "Pull over, now. I'm not going out in this piece of shit because you fell asleep at the wheel."

He wasn't in the mood to argue. And so he pulled over. You got out of the car and waited by the hood. Frank ran a hand over his face and cursed. He yawned, got out of the car. You put a hand on his chest as he approached you. That hand trailed up to his face, moving it so that you could examine him in the light of the headlights.

"You look like shit."

"I know," he laughed.

"State lines to Indiana are about twenty minutes away," you mumbled, hand still cupping his cheek. "If I drive for long enough I can hit Illinois before sunrise."

"Sounds good."

You got behind the wheel. Sometimes all you wanted to hear was Frank's voice telling you that you had done good. He was the only decent thing you had left. He was everything to you. Frank leaned his head against the window and snored quietly. He looked so peaceful like this. It was unfamiliar. Peace was not something either of you took for granted.

Things had been going so well recently. No one had been stabbed, no one had been shot. Although you threatened to kill each other nearly daily. You would never follow through with it. Threats were your love language. Nobody was chasing after you. But you have to be careful, nonetheless.

Frank woke up when you hit a particularly deep pothole. He grumbled as he was shaken awake, cursing at your terrible driving. You argued about that for a while. The Illinois state line was so close. You had been driving for three hours. You only had about half an hour to go. You told Frank this, and he had never looked more relieved.

"I figured maybe we should skip Chicago, head deeper into the state, maybe Peoria?"

Frank nodded.

"We should look for a nice motel, stay for a few more days than usual. We deserve some rest, Frank."

He opened his mouth to argue, but the thought of a good nights sleep was too inviting. He just nodded. You said it was another three hours to Peoria. You didn't look too bad. You looked tired, but not anymore so than usual. At some point you stopped for a bad gas station coffee. You put too much sugar in it and bought a very dry sandwich. You filled the tank, too, all while Frank slept soundly.

You ate while you drove. And you finally got a chance to catch up on your podcast. Frank didn't like listening to any of your true crime conspiracy podcasts. He said he got enough of that on the day to day. And so you fell behind. But nights like these, when Frank slept so deeply, and it was just you and the radio. You laughed along with the banter, not too loud. Please God do not wake Frank, not now, not when he looks so peaceful.

You pulled into the parking lot of a decent looking motel. You parked the van. The sun was up. You shielded your eyes from the sun and approached the main office. You got a nice room and stomped back towards the van. You opened the passenger door and placed a hand on Frank's shoulder.

"Frank, sweetie," you murmured. You gently shook him. "It's time to get up. You just gotta make it to the room, Frank, and then you can go right back to sleep. I can't carry you, babe, come on."

Frank grumbled again as he got out of the car. The way you spoke to him, it made everything easier. All the loving nicknames, it made this life easier. No one had been this nice to him since Maria. He appreciated it. He appreciated you, but he'd never let you know that. And so he shook your hand off his shoulder and shuffled into the room.

He collapsed onto one of the beds as you put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. You unlaced his boots and pulled them off his feet. Frank buried his head into the pillow. He heard your footsteps fade as you opened and shut the door. You were only gone a few minutes. When you returned, he perked up at the familiar rustling of a plastic bag. You had gotten food.

"Woman, you are a life-saver," he grinned as you chucked the bag at him.

You smiled. He stretched out on the bed, leaning against the headboard. You curled up on the opposite corner, taking up as little space as possible. This was Frank's bed, this was his space. You weren't to invade. And so you curled in on yourself and kept quiet.

Frank stared at you. You dared not meet his gaze. You stared at the can of coke in your hands. You focused on bringing it to and from your lips. Your lips. Frank stared at your lips. He shook himself. Now is not the time.

"You okay?" He asked, quietly. His voice was softer than usual. He was being nicer than usual, more caring. You must have looked like shit.

"Tired," you chuckled.

"C'mere," he held out a hand.

Now that made you look. Your gaze shot up to meet his. Your lips curled into a confused smirk, one eyebrow raised. You just stared at him in disbelief. Frank rolled his eyes, hand still extended, and chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't leave me waiting, just come here, asshole."

You shook your head and giggled nervously. You awkwardly stood up, not wanting to crawl up the bed. You sat next to Frank, keeping as much distance as possible. Frank just gave you side eye. He didn't pull you closer to him, he just reached for the remote for the tv. Eventually, you fell asleep. You collapsed into Frank's lap. He just let you sleep. He followed suit soon enough.

When you woke up, it was dark again. You stretched and wriggled out of Frank's grasp. You tried not to wake Frank, but he opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry," you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

"For what?"

"Waking you, I didn't mean it. You need all the sleep you can get. Go back to sleep," you moved to stand.

Frank's hand shot out. He grabbed your wrist. You stared at him, half in shock. You raised your eyebrows and pulled your wrist. He wouldn't let go.

"Where are you going?" He grunted, pulling you back towards him.

"My own bed."

"Stay," he gave another harsh tug. You looked into his eyes. They were pleading, looking at you in a gentle, begging way. Your heart nearly broke. "Please."

You didn't say anything. You stood up, pulled back the covers, and tucked yourself in. Frank copied your actions and you turned your back to him. He sat up in the bed. You felt his hand on your hip, he was hesitant. You made no move to push him away, and so Frank relaxed. This was the most relaxed Frank had been in a while. He was being vulnerable, emotionally.

You didn't want to indulge him. As much as you were scared of him, you cared for him more. Some would say you loved him. If you indulged him now, someone could make a mistake. Someone could utter three fatal words, and ruin this whole dynamic. You could get distracted. Distracted people make mistakes, and in a life like this, mistakes get you killed.

You heard Frank calling your name. You must have zoned out. His voice got louder as you collected your thoughts. He was shaking you lightly.

"Come on, sweetheart," he begged, voice soft. "Don't ignore me, look at me, please."

You sat up and turned to face him. He smiled at you. You hadn't seen him properly smile in so long. His gaze fell to your lips. his breathing hitched. He pulled himself together. But you noticed.

Make no mistakes. Mistakes get you killed.

"Why'd you wake me?" You asked, you had never really been asleep.

"I don't know," Frank answered honestly. "I guess I missed you."

You blushed. You moved closer to Frank so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your waist, fingers playing with the hem of your trousers. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, and you lifted your head. This time he kissed your cheek. You turned to face him, a kiss on your forehead, another on your cheek. A light, chaste, experimental kiss on the corner of your lips.

Make no mistakes. Mistakes get you killed.

Your eyes fluttered closed. You placed a hand on his chest. Frank pulled you closer to him. You laughed as he pulled you into his lap. How else were you supposed to react. Frank chuckled lightly, shaking his head. His hand trailed up your spine to hold you by the nape of your neck. He pulled you into a kiss.

The kiss was slow, experimental. You were both hesitant, both apprehensive. You both knew that this could go so wrong. But neither of you really cared. Apprehension was lost to your surroundings and was replaced by passion that seeped off of you in waves.

You sat up on your knees so that you could tower over Frank. He knew he was still in control. His hand still gripped your neck. You curled your fingers into his hair. Frank was like putty in your hands.

Frank trailed his lips down your neck. He bit and nipped at your collarbone until you were humming contentedly.

"Fuck, Frankie, right there," you mumbled.

Frank blushed. The praise only spurred him on. You noticed. Of course you noticed. You supposed it made sense in your head. He was always telling everyone what to do. It was a psychological thing. You were thinking too much. The haze of lust cleared from your mind. You were getting distracted. The sound of a car parking outside cut through the fog.

"Shit."

you stood up, suddenly. This was a mistake. You were wading in water that was way too deep. This was far too risky. Frank swung his legs off the edge of the bed. He gazed at you longingly. His eyes were tired, his lips were kiss-swollen. He looked perfect. He looked like yours. You opened your mouth, protests dying on your tongue. You moved to stand between his open legs. His hands came to rest on your hips. Your hands stroked his cheeks. You uttered quiet words of praise under your breath. He blushed, not daring to break eye contact.

"you blossom under kindness, don't you? Like a rose."

"Don't start with all that love-drunk shit," Frank laughed. But he couldn't hide the blush.

"I'm right, you can't lie to me."

You heard a car door open, and then a few moments later, it was slammed shut. You hurried over to the window, staring out into the blackness. Two men were approaching your lot of rooms.

"No ones after us," you jumped at the feeling of Frank's hands on your hips. He swayed gently, his chin resting on your shoulder. "We've been good, you said it yourself, we deserve some rest."

You turned to face him, hiding your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you against him. He pressed featherlight kisses against your forehead. You stayed there, swaying in his arms for a long time.

"Are you still tired?"

You shook your head. Adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. You were anxious. You were hyperaware. You were nervous. Frank could see it in you. You couldn't sit still. You were shaking.

"I think we should go. We've gotten more than twelve hours sleep. Let's just pack up."

Frank just nodded. You stayed silent as you packed everything back up. Frank wiped down the room on your request. Just to be safe. You double checked that you were leaving nothing behind. You and Frank were ready to go after fifteen minutes. Frank's hand was on the door handle when he felt your hand on his cheek.

You kissed him. You just held him there. You were both too scared to move. Neither of you wanted to be the one to break the kiss. Eventually you pulled away and held out your hand expectantly. Frank raised his eyebrows, a bemused grin on his face.

"What?"

"Keys," you demanded.

"No way," he laughed loudly, swinging the door open and walking towards the van. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"I drove us here!"

"You nearly killed us!"

You were both laughing as you climbed into the passenger seat. The atmosphere was light and friendly as you set off into the night. Neither of you mentioned the events that happened in the room, but neither of you could ignore it. Not for long.

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lacheri · 3 years ago

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|| moon river. || part x. bonus chapter ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part x. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

bonus chapter content: all the usual mr content tags sry I'm lazy, suggestive themes, alcohol/drinking, fluff as this is painfully sweet, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which you try to figure out what to buy Levi for his birthday.

wc: 3.7k

a/n: SURPRISE! (: I had to write a lil holiday thing for my boy, and lowkey I couldn't fit christmas/his birthday into the main plotline of mr SO HERE WE ARE! I hope you guys enjoy! thank you to my beautiful friends as always for beta-ing, Mochi and @astridthevalkyrie <3 happy holidays everyone!

“What?”

“What do you mean “what”? I just told you pretty clearly.”

“But,” you gape, hands sliding over your face in frustration. “I had no idea! No one told me!”

“We just told you,” Hange gestures between themselves and Petra, who smiles sheepishly. “Levi’s birthday is Christmas Day.”

“But it’s Christmas Eve,” you say exasperatedly. “How am I supposed to find him a gift now? It’s nearly midnight.”

You’re glad the ravenette in question is busy mulling over bills in the bar office. You would die on the spot if he heard you talking about his birthday, and his no gift, at this very moment.

It came up casually in conversation. Hange decided to generously inform you that the bar would be closed tomorrow, but would be “open to us to celebrate shithead’s birthday”. When you had asked who shithead was, Petra had chimed in with a meek “Levi, obviously”, and left you utterly embarrassed and rattled with guilt. You didn’t know, didn’t even think to ask when your neighbor’s birthday was.

“You sound like Petra when she found out,” Hange chuckles. “What was it you said? It was so funny.”

“That I couldn’t believe he even had one,” Petra snorts. “He’s like a robot. Have you ever seen Levi eat? I haven’t. Robot.”

You nod your head, “Actually, you have a good point.”

“Thank you!” Petra shouts, throwing Hange a pointed glare. “I’m glad someone understood my conspiracy theory!”

“No, that’s crazy,” you wave your hand. “The food thing, does Levi have any favorite foods? I could probably get a gift card to some place he likes.”

“Hm,” Hange leans their forearms across the bar counter, hands cradling their chin. “Not that I can think of. He’s very picky.”

“Chicken tenders and fries kind of guy?” you arch an eyebrow.

“No, worse than that.”

“Thinks ketchup is spicy?”

“Worse.”

You groan, throwing your head back in frustration, “I’m the worst friend in the world! I have no idea what to get him.”

Petra frowns, “We usually don’t get him anything big. One year, Hange got him a new fancy camera, and he got so mad at them over it, he went to the store the next day and returned it. Gave Hange the money back and everything.”

“Told me, and I quote, “If you ever spend that much on me ever again, I’ll burn your bar to the ground so you can’t afford to buy another gift in your life”. So now I just make him his favorite drink and call it a day.”

“Holy shit, Hange,” your eyes widen. “He’s that bad with gifts?”

They nod, face stoic, “Yes, that bad.”

You purse your lips together in deep concentration, “So I’ll just give him something he can’t return!”

“The food thing was a good idea,” Petra offers, placing a palm between your shoulder blades. “You cook, right? You could make something for our little party we throw.”

“Yeah, I could,” you sigh. “But I feel like it’s not enough. It’s his birthday, and Christmas.”

“Well technically, it’s not really his birthday party. Hange convinced him that the party is for employee morale, and for legal reasons.”

“How?” you send Hange a bewildered look.

They shrug, “I forged some papers to make it look like the law requires at least one employee event at any establishment. This shit runs deep.”

You shake your head, “Oh my god, this is insane.”

The two nod, Petra murmuring, “Yes. Yes it is.”

“What does he even like?” you ask, sighing deeply. “Does he ever buy himself anything?”

“Nope, not that I’ve seen,” Hange lays their cheek flat on the counter, their words squishing between their lips. “Levi saves every penny he makes.”

“So, I’m fucked.”

“Yeah,” they nod. “We’re all fucked. We gave up on gift giving a long time ago. Hence the party.”

You scrunch your eyebrows together in determination. No, you’re not willing to admit defeat quite yet. You’re going to find something, no matter the result.

And if Levi throws a fit over it, oh well. That’ll just be too bad.

“Out of pure curiosity, what are your likes and dislikes? Please be as specific as possible.”

“What the fuck are you up to?”

“No, I’m curious. I just want to know.”

“Why?”

“Why can’t I know?”

Levi narrows his eyes, “Why?”

“Because I want to ruin your life,” you say sarcastically. “I’m trying to figure out something.”

“Figure out what?”

“Can you just answer my question?” you bite, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because I don’t want you to know, obviously.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I answered your question, didn’t I? You didn’t specify which one.”

“Asshole.”

Levi breathes out through his nose in laughter, “I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not an idiot.”

“Then what am I trying to do?” you challenge, stopping dead in your tracks. The bar looms behind you, a pressing reminder of what little time you have to come up with a gift for the man by your side.

“I don’t do gifts,” he rolls his eyes, slowing his pace. “I don’t care that it’s a holiday. It’s a waste of money.”

“But everyone deserves a gift,” you pout. “Especially something they like.”

“Then make me a drink tomorrow. Actually, no, let Hange. You can say it’s from you.”

“You don’t trust my bartending skills? I’ve gotten a lot better, you know.”

“Three months of making drinks doesn’t make you an expert.”

“But I’m better than when I started,” you try, pout becoming fiercer by the second. “C’mon, you can at least give me that.”

Levi arches an eyebrow, “It’s cold. Are you done being a brat?”

“No, no I’m not,” you cement your feet in place, unwavering and unmoving. “Not until you tell me what you want for a gift.”

“Enjoy the cold,” he shrugs, and resumes his walk home.

You think he’ll turn around, so you stay. His head doesn’t turn once, but you hold strong. He won’t leave you behind, he can’t. Despite Petra’s theory, Levi isn’t a cold hearted robot. He wouldn’t leave you out in the cold, especially on the eve of a holiday. Right?

Wrong. He would and he is. Levi’s form becomes smaller and smaller as his legs carry him further away. He follows the bend of the sidewalk, and all too soon he is out of your sight.

“Asshole,” you grumble, the last shred of resiliency slipping from your hold.

Your feet move, following his footsteps. Your anger swells, how dare he leave you all alone on the freezing street. It’s almost a holiday, for fucks sake. He could spare a sliver of patience, you’d even accept it as a gift. In fact, him letting you know exactly what he likes would be a great gift in itself. The gift of knowledge, how perfect. In turn you’d repay him with the gift of a material item he would actually enjoy.

Levi likes the color green, he likes photography, likes making fun drinks. He gets really excited when someone orders a more obscure, tedious drink at the bar. His eyes light up and his hands work so carefully to craft the requested cocktail, taking his time to perfect whatever it is he’s making. It’s sort of cute to see Levi get excited over something as simple as that, though he tries his best to mask his enthusiasm.

Levi likes your artwork too, you think. Any time he’s been inside your apartment he makes a point to stop by your hanging painting of Jeremy. He glances over it a few times, usually making some remark about it. Something or other about, “It’s holding up pretty well.”, “Do you use varnish?”, “How long did this take you to paint?”, “Do you have other paintings?”.

It’s actually quite sweet. Not that Levi visits your dwelling often aside from your routine walks to and from work, and well, that one time. Well, multiple times, actually. But neither of you have spoken much about it, or addressed whatever all those times really meant.

Okay, so maybe Levi does pay you a visit more often than you think he does. They usually don’t consist of much talking though, not the “get to know you” kind anyways. Well, that’s a lie, you’ve definitely gotten to know each other quite well.

That’s besides the point. Your experience with his body gives you nothing to work with gift wise. Unless a blow job could be considered a decent enough gift. Actually—

You follow that familiar bend, concrete curving to the left, and nearly slam into a body. Levi stands with his arms crossed, silently gloating at your defeat and his victory. You hope your glare is as mean as you intend it to be.

He had waited for you. It makes you happy and angry all at the same time. He’s still an asshole though.

You roll your eyes and stomp past him, huffing out a weak insult. Levi only laughs, and follows closely behind you.

Thankfully, the time he had left you alone had given you a wonderful idea. You just hoped you had enough time to execute his gift.

The cold fades from your bones and hangs off the material of your clothing as you enter your apartment lobby. You shiver at the change in temperature, but it’s not enough to stop you in your tracks. You run up the stairwell, knowing exactly where to place your feet to avoid the cracks and dips in the old wood. It’s a quiet accomplishment, your familiarity. It reminds you that this is now your home.

Levi is left in the dust this time, and it’s only until you’re about to slam your front door shut do you remember your companion. His palm holds the pine still, and you turn your head. His eyes flicker, a questioning invitation.

“You want to come in?” you ask rhetorically, noting his left foot is sliding further and further into your threshold.

“Obviously,” Levi answers anyway, eyeing at your lips. “It’s a holiday, I can think of a gift you can give me.”

“Too late, I already came up with an idea,” you laugh, blocking him from taking any more steps inside.

He frowns, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. You left me to my own devices. You reap what you sow, pretty boy.”

His silver irises roll, “Now I’m definitely coming in.”

“Nope.”

You hate to resort to this, as it’s a cheap trick, but it’ll work. You think. You hope.

Turning completely, you place your hands to Levi’s shoulders, and jolt your body to shove into his. Your lips meet his, and though he’s unprepared for how quickly you capture his pout, he responds pretty quickly. His hands fall from your door, his feet falter, and he takes a step back to brace for your impact. All according to your plan, you smile into the kiss.

When he’s far enough into the hallway, you remove your hands, push back with lightning speed, and slam your front door shut. You lock it before Levi can wrestle his way back in.

“You’re devious,” he swears behind the pine. “I swear, if you even think of doing anything big or extravagant, I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Then how will you get your birthday gift?” you call back. “You know, that gift you were hinting at earlier?”

“Who told you?” you can feel the anger in his voice reverberate off the wood.

You snicker, “Who do you think?”

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Goodnight, birthday boy!” you smile ear to ear, turning your back and walking away.

Levi calls your name, knocking on your door rapidly, “You better not give me anything, I swear!”

You choose to ignore his threats as you go about setting up your painting supplies. Your kitchen floor isn’t exactly the best art studio, but risking the chance of Levi seeing your creation out on your balcony isn’t worth taking. So, your kitchen tiles will do. You can always clean up your mess later with a washcloth and some soapy water. Worst case, you have bleach on standby.

You think Levi gives up after fifteen minutes. The knocking slows, his shouts becoming weak, until finally you hear nothing but silence. You chuckle to yourself, already covered in drying paint, and dutifully continue your work.

You can see it in your memories, but you thank the universe for the creation of the internet. It provides great references for your subject matter, even though it takes you a decent five minutes to find the exact image you’re looking for.

You drink multiple cups of coffee throughout the night, groaning in frustration and sighing in accomplishment at your piece. It’s a rollercoaster of emotion, to say the least, but you think Levi will like it.

The sky is a lighter shade of midnight when you finally complete your painting, washing the dried paint off your hands and arms and settling into bed. You go to set alarms on your phone, and laugh quietly to yourself when you see three missed text messages from the very ravenette you’ve been crafting for.

“I really won’t talk to you for a week. I hope you know that.”

“Please don’t waste your time getting me anything. I don’t need anything. It’s just another day of the year.”

“My bed is cold. Fuck you.”

“Merry birthday Levi!”

You spring up from behind the bar, Hange and Petra on either side of you. You shout in unison, smiling ear to ear.

Levi stands in the doorway, face fallen and eyes hard set. You think his expression is hilarious, exactly on par to how Levi must feel about this.

All morning, you tried your absolute hardest to avoid the ravenette. Offering your beloved begonia his routine cup of water, Levi had seen you out on your balcony. Slamming his doors open, mouth already opening to yell across the railing at you, you flew the cup to his side of the mezzanine. Your distraction worked, the plastic clattering noisily across the metal, and hauled your ass back inside. Nearly a close call, you huffed and came to accept the fact you’d have to isolate yourself within your dwelling for the rest of the day.

Or until the coast was clear. Luckily, Hange was one step ahead of you.

“The Raven is at the cafe. I REPEAT. THE RAVEN IS AT THE CAFE. MISSION GET YOU TO THE BAR WITHOUT RUNNING INTO THE RAVEN IS IN THE GREEN. GET YOUR ASS MOVING SOLDIER.”

“Hange… are you stalking Levi?”

“Mind your business soldier. MOVE MOVE MOVE!”

Not the nicest text messages in the world, but they made you laugh regardless. You just hoped Levi would miss your retreating form in the midst of your mission, gift in tow.

Thankfully, the plan went without a problem, and you made your way undetected into the bar. Setting up the decorations with Petra didn’t take long, a mix of birthday banners and Christmas colors. Hange’s bar looked very festive within an hour’s time.

It was all worth the effort, even if Levi looks like he’d be happier doing literally anything else. He deserves to have a day be focused on him.

“Wow, you shouldn’t have,” he mutters monotonically.

“Cheer up, friend!” Hange grins, circling the bar to pull the ravenette in for an enthusiastic hug. Levi wriggles against their hold, displeasure ridden across his face, “You get one hug from everyone. That’s my gift to you this year.”

“You’re a menace,” he hisses, though his right hand comes around their waist to pat at their back.

“Happy birthday, Lev’.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

When Hange pulls away, you can’t mistake the gleam in Levi’s eyes. It’s calm, full of comfort. He can act like he hates this, but you think Levi’s just a big softie. It’s cute how he hides his smile behind a frown.

Petra follows Hange’s path, hands behind her back, smirking, “You won’t believe what I got you.”

“Petra,” he grits his teeth. “What?”

With a shit eating grin, Petra whips her hands forward, and you stifle your laughter. Levi stares at the gift dumbfounded, blinking rapidly to understand.

“You got me a bottle of water?”

The strawberry blonde nods vigorously, “Yes!”

“Why?”

“I owed you one. For that time I blacked out and Hange had to take me home.”

“Very thoughtful,” Levi mutters, taking the plastic in his hands. He ponders at it for a moment, before a small smile graces his lips, “Thanks.”

Petra leans in, hugging his side for a brief moment, “I put my heart and soul into that.”

“I’m sure you did,” he half heartedly hugs her back. They release each other quickly, and then you realize with a pounding heart that it’s your turn.

Why Hange insisted on giving gifts the second he came through the door, you’ll never know. They gave some vague explanation about “He’ll just kill us on the spot if he has to wait anymore than what he has to”. You had simply shrugged, and agreed to their plan.

You gulp, and spare a glance to the wrapped gift resting at your shins. You pick it up, and tread lightly over. You hope he likes your painting.

His glare could cut through your skin. Levi looks pissed. To be fair, the canvas is pretty large. On the floor it reaches just below your knees, a good half of a foot long on either side. It was the biggest surface you had in your collection. Still, it’s sentimental, so you think he’ll look past the size.

“Levi,” you state his name, standing directly in front of him.

He narrows his eyes further, opting not to speak. Oh, so he’s going to be serious with that no talking thing? Fine with you.

You hold out the present with a shy smile, “Happy birthday.”

Levi takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly out of his mouth. After a moment, he reaches for the gift, and the weight leaves your hands. He’s meticulous at unwrapping, making sure to not rip any section of the paper. You wonder what he’s like when he has multiple wrapped gifts in front of him. It probably takes Levi an hour to open every gift.

You think he figures it out pretty quickly — the underside of the canvas meets his gaze first, and his jaw slacks. Whipping it around, he’s less careful with the paper, and tugs off the wrapping with abandon.

Levi stares at your painting, eyebrows furrowed. Without removing his eyes, he speaks, “Is this-“

“Yeah,” you bite your lip.

“But,” his eyes continue to search the subject, running a finger over the dried paint. “How? You did this all last night?”

You nod nervously, “Yeah.”

“It’s the river,” he states. “The one in the city.”

“Mhm,” you smile. “I didn’t have time to buy a frame, but I figured you’d kill me if I did. I took your threat very seriously.”

Levi flips the canvas back around, mumbling out the message written on the back, “A cool place.”

You take the time to drink in your finished painting. It’s hazy, definitely more messy than what you would’ve preferred, but you like it all the same. From the descending steps of the park, to the moonlit water cascading eternally to the right — you remember with fondness the night you and Levi had shared. The first time you truly felt like you knew him, the unapologetic, raw version of himself. It’s cheesy, you know, but it’s as much of an important place to you now as it always was to him.

“So you have somewhere to think when you can’t go to the real thing,” you offer as the silence invades your conversation. “You’re not going to give me the silent treatment still, are you?”

“I may, depending on how shitty your hug is.”

A clear invitation given, you close the distance between the two of you. Levi settles the canvas down cautiously, and you wrap your arms around his back while his hands rest on your waist. Your head lulls to his shoulder, and you smile softly.

“I hope you like it,” you whisper.

“I do,” he rasps. “Thank you.”

As subtle as you possibly can, you place a quick peck to his shoulder, and pull away from the comfort of his arms. His grip starts to tighten, but ultimately loosens once Hange speaks.

“Get a fucking room you two.”

“Disgusting,” Petra agrees with the brunette, feigning a sour face. Though, she sends a wink your way.

Levi only rolls his eyes, “Fuck off. Are we done with the gifts now?”

Your nails scratch his back in comfort, “You know, I’m very curious about this traditional drink Hange makes you every year. I have to try it.”

“It’s great!” Hange says.

“It’s awful,” Petra groans.

The pair share a look between them, erupting into giggles after a moment. Hange shakes their head, “Whatever, you’ll drink it because I said so.”

Petra sends you a discreet look, mouthing a near silent, “It sucks.”

“I like it,” Levi pouts.

“I’ll pretend to like it if I hate it,” you console him, hand still making tiny circles into his shirt.

Levi leans into your touch, and after checking to see if anyone’s watching, he leans in and places his lips to your forehead, “How kind of you.”

“I try,” you respond, heart fluttering in your chest. “By the way, you have one more gift.”

“Is it the one I asked for last night?”

“It may be,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Maybe I do like gifts afterall,” he muses, sparing you one last kiss before he joins the pair at the bar counter.

The night blurs after that. Between conspicuous touches shared between you and the ravenette, to swallowing down special cocktails you end up actually liking, time begins to fog. Hange’s bar booms with boisterous laughter, and your heart warms at a particular thought that passes through your brain.

There isn’t anywhere else in the world you would rather be than right here, right now, with the people most precious to you. You adore every single one of them. You finally feel completely at home.

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 38

A wanted to give a huge thanks to @sassychrissy96 who has given me so much motivation and help over the course of this fic. I'm really grateful that you took the time to share some of your ideas with me!

I'm back at Uni but I've put another series on hiatus so this will be updated at a minimum once a week.

Part 37

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Contains: Fluff, angst, smut (Oral sex M receiving, fingering, bottom Jax! bondage, thigh riding, P in V) follows the plot of 3x12 - 2x13.

6.9K Words

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Loose ends and prison bars.

Everyone was over for breakfast when Hale arrived, "you want me to let him in?"

You shrugged, "I mean, I feel like I can let go of my 'come back with a warrant rule' for him, just make sure he takes his shoes off."

Kip ran off the let him in and he walked into the dining room soon after, Sam getting an extra chair so he could sit down, "please help yourself. There's enough here for everyone and it's all homemade." Hale picked up a glass of fruit yogurt and started talking.

"My brother is not going into Witsec. He was told if he wanted witness protection, he had to be totally honest about his dirty dealings and at first, we thought he was but then an Oakland cop came to the station with proof that he was going to get Mason Tutler's friend to burn down Lumpy's gym."

You let out a breath, "what does all this mean, is he going to prison?"

Hale smiled sadly, "yes but not for long, he made a deal for what he did tell us about. He's being charged with multiple counts of criminal conspiracy and fraud. If he pleads guilty which he is going to, he'll be away for four years at most."

You shook your head, "he tried to kill me with my son and a civilian inside and he'll get four years max. That's so fucking unfair."

Jax put a hand on your arm, "a lot can happen in four years y/n, he won't do well inside, we all know it. We'll deal with it when he gets out."

You turned to Jax, "who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend? I usually the one saying to watch and wait."

He smiled warmly, "what can I say, you're rubbing off on me."

Hale left soon after finishing his food, you were in the kitchen washing up when Gemma approached you, "do you know what Jax is doing with Stahl?"

Your eyes went wide, "what are you talking about?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Jax is working with Stahl."

"I had no idea, but Jax is a smart man, he wouldn't be doing this if there wasn't another plan in place."

Gemma pressed her lips together, "if the others find out, they'll kill him."

You shrugged, "maybe they already know, Sam could have had Jimmy taken out and he didn't, they could have shot the plane down and they didn't, something else is going on."

She nodded, "I hope you're right because if not, you'll be raising Abel all by yourself."

****

"Hello my love, how are things going down south?"

Jax shrugged, "Tucson is working with Santo Padre, looks like we'll get a nice income from that. We're no closer to finding Jimmy, we know he's still here but the Russians have got him locked up tight."

You nodded, "I'm sorry my love, at least something went right."

Your attention was ripped away by Tig and Kozik going at each other again, "do you know they're always fighting?"

Jax nodded, "it's over a dog, something about the dog liking both of them and Kozik taking her."

There was the noise of crashing and when you looked behind you, Tig had thrown a tool at Kozik, "ok, that's it. You two need to work your shit out before I drag you into the store room and lock you in there."

They blinked, "stay out of this."

You stomped up to Tig, "no, do you know what I did today? I did an autopsy on a little girl who had been beaten to death and left to rot in the woods by her foster parents, there's no one to bury her. Without me paying for a plot and a service, she would have been cremated and tossed in a mass grave."

Tig swallowed, "this dog that you're fighting about, did they live a good life?"

Kozik stepped forward, "yeah she did."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "then you have nothing to be upset about, she wasn't abused, she was loved, you should be grateful for that. You don't need to like each other, you don't even need to vote him in but this needs to stop before you get someone killed."

You walked inside the Clubhouse, went into the dorm and sat in the bed, Jax showing up soon after. "You doing ok?"

You shrugged, "everyone at the lab is looking to set up a foundation so it doesn't keep happening. We're thinking of calling it the remembrance project."

Jax smiled softly, "that's a good idea."

"What's going on with Sthal, and don't bother lying to me, I'll know."

Jax rested his head against your shoulder, "everything's going to be ok, the Club's got it handled."

You lifted your hand and rubbed his head, "Gemma thinks you're ratting, she's worried Clay's going to kill you."

"This is one of those situations where I can't tell you what's going on but I've got it handled."

You nodded, "I was thinking, before you all go inside, we should have that cooking competition between Juice and Bobby we talked about. I think it would be good for everyone."

"Great idea, how about in two days? That gives them time to prepare."

You nodded, "sounds good, shall we let them know?"

Jax stood up and pulled you with him, "lead the way my lady."

You had gathered everyone in the garage, after a quick chat with Clay, he clapped his hands and gained everyone's attention, "I know this has been in the works but if we don't do it now, we'll never do it. So I'm proud to announce, our first SAMCRO baking competition."

He put his hand up to quiet the growing noise, "the rules are simple, you have two days to prepare three baked dishes, one main meal, one party finger food and one desert. The taste tests will be blind and the winner will gain bragging rights until the next competition."

There was a rush of excitement, "see Darlin, you're always right."

You shook your head, "you helped, don't let me take all the credit."

You smiled as he pulled you into his arms, "we're going to be ok."

"I know Jax, I trust you."

****

The day of the competition came in a rush of excitement. You were all sitting in the back of the Clubhouse waiting for Juice and Bobby to bring food to the picnic tables. You could smell everything they had cooked, ingredients like garlic floating above the mild smell of baked bread and cooking sugar.

When they called everyone out, all the food was laid out on the tables, labelled so nothing was given away. The tasting was a slow process, with people going back and forth to try the treats again and again.

Someone had spent hours stewing butter with garlic to create the most amazing garlic bread you had ever eaten. There was a pile of soft milk-bread rolls and most crunchy puff pasty and brown sugar twists. Each treat was ranked from one to ten and the scores were calculated at the end.

Clay cleared his throat the help up a bit of paper, ready to announce the winner. "And the winner, by one point, is number one!"

Juice's hands shot up in the air, "fuck yeah, I won." Everyone burst out in laughter, "we are having a rematch the moment we are out of the joint."

Juice extended his hand towards Bobby, "you're on old man."

****

"Wow, you look, amazing." Jax took in your simple black dress, it was fancy without being over the top and was classy without taking away from the fact that you were going to the party to show your expertise in warfare.

"Well Mr Teller, I could say the same about you. I love the suit."

Jax smiled, "Billy hooked me up."

You ran your hands over the vest, "I'm happy you left off the tie, you ready to go?" You stuck your arm out and he linked his arm in yours.

"Ladies first."

Jax was in awe as you pulled up to the warehouse, "this place is huge."

You giggled, "I know, it's our largest facility yet. We have every kind of training available including drown and cold proofing, the ability to train medics all the way up to paramedic level, a hunter-killer maze and a handful of op stuff like learning how to communicate without talking."

Jax smiled even wider, " that's so cool, how much did all of this cost?"

You shrugged, "a lot, but we'll make it back within the first few contracts. Shall we head in?" Jax nodded and helped you out of the car, linking your arm with his.

The inside was decorated so beautifully, there were fairy lights handing from the ceiling and native flowers strewn about, "was this you?"

You nodded, "you bet." There were no clients there when you arrived, just your friends and some Anvil staff.

Jax was saying hello to Frank and Aden when a blond woman in a bright red dress came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, "you must be Jax, I'm Penelope." She was pulling Jax into a hug before he could react, "y/n has told me so much about you, it's great to be able to finally meet you in person."

Jax hugged her back, her sweet perfume filling his nose, "get your paws off my wife Teller."

He heard you laugh from close by, "Derek, don't be jealous, have you seen the way he looks at y/n?"

Derek smiled and looped his arm over her shoulder, "I have, we're really glad you could come. You get to see y/n do some practical demonstration for our prospective clients."

Jax's eyes went wide, "what?"

You smiled and shook your head, "I may have left that out, I'm showing off some of our new facilities."

Jax smirked, "does that mean I'm going to get to see you in a tac suit?"

You nodded, "yep, full backout gear with night vision and everything." Billy clinking his glass pulled Jax's attention back to the room.

"Now, this wouldn't be a party without some entertainment, so I'm going to need some volunteers." When Jax went to put his hand up, you placed your hand on his forearm, "not you Teller, unless you want to hire us."

Jax chuckled, "I'll just ask Billy if we can have free rein when the party's over, I'm sure we can come up with some kind of bet that benefits both of us."

You shook your head, "you're insufferable."

You left just as Billy finished picking people and returned ten minutes later in full tactical dress. Before Jax could comment, Billy and Frank were escorting everyone up to the observation.

"As you can see, this challenge is five against one. Dr y/n will play the part of a bodyguard while our brave volunteers will play our bad guys. Now, we're going to play a little game, you're going to write how long you think it will take for her to eliminate all of them and the winner will get one free first aid class."

Jax was handed a piece of paper by Penelope, he ticked the box for two minutes and put it in the hat that was being passed around. He moved over to the window over the maze, watching you as you cleaned your paintball gun in the opposite corner to the men. With the blast of a horn the light on the maze floor went out and you started.

Jax watched you duck and weave around the pillars and half walls while the men looked around for you. Then he watched you take down each man in a matter of seconds. He smiled wide as you took the elevator up, helmet off and tucked under your arm.

"What did you think."

Jax sucked on his tongue, "the hottest thing I've ever seen."

You shook your head, "wait until we do the medical demonstration, you can see what I did most of the time I was in country." Twenty minutes later, everyone was on one of the main floors watching as you and Curtis set up the fake bodies.

"Before we start, we need to pick out the winner of the last game."

Billy pulled out all the slips of paper and went over them, "looks like we have two winners, Jackson, which doesn't really count because he's Dr l/n partner and Mr Cresswell. Your first aid class is can picked off the list in the hallway."

Jax's pride was tinged with anger, it was clear he had more faith in you than a lot of other people. His heart felt warm as you waved at him while you put your gloves on.

"Now, heaven forbid you get hurt under our care but we wanted to show you what happens if you are. No game this time, but we do have raincoats so those of you brave enough can get in close."

Jax took one without hesitation, getting as close as he could while you nodded to Billy, with the push of a button, the fake body started to splurt blood from cuts and holes. Jax watched you move with so much speed it made his eyes hurt then you and Curtis were stepping back before he could blink, the bleeding stopped and a happy chime coming from the head.

"That's what we call a live saving response. And if you pick Anvil, this is what you'll get no matter what. At the suggestion of one of y/n's dear friends, we are now also offering luxury packages that include trips to cabins and ecofriendly boat rides for both fresh and salt water."

You leaned in to whisper in Jax's ear, "Juice suggested it to Billy a few months ago. He'll get the first check when the first client signs up. I want it to be a surprise so don't say anything."

Jax smiled, "it's really sweet of you to give him credit."

The demonstration continued, he couldn't decide if his favourite was watching you take apart was watching you take apart and reassemble a rifle or climb a rock wall with a knife between your teeth.

Billy approached you just as the last client left, "how much money did we make?"

Billy smiled, "we close contracts on every person who showed up."

You jumped for joy, "that's great, I knew we'd do well but I'm stunned."

Jax put a calming hand on your neck, "after all that? I'd be surprised if anyone left without hiring you."

Billy got a strange look on his face, "y/n, give us a minute?" You were confused but walked away, "out of ear shot please." You shook your head and left to help take the decorations down.

"When did you know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with my best friend?"

Jax's eyes went wide, "you look at her the way Derek looks at Penelope and Frank looks at Maria. I know love when I see it."

Jax felt warm and fuzzy, "when she took me to the observatory party, I think I loved her from the moment I saw her but watching her pull that dress off the floor just so she could point out a storm on Jupiter really did it for me."

Billy smiled, "well don't get her anything with gemstones in it, that would be the fastest way to get her to say no when you propose."

Jax swallowed, "I didn't say anything about marriage."

Billy shook his head, "you didn't need to."

*****

"Hey sweetie."

Otto smiled and pulled you in for a firm hug, "hey y/n, how's everyone?"

You nodded, "good, I've actually come to ask you a question. I was thinking about you and Luanne and was wondering if you could tell me some stories?"

You spent the next two hours talking to Otto while he talked about him and Luanne, each story having a different meaning, some were sad, others were happy. By the end, you had a clear idea of what you were going to do.

"Why the sudden interest?"

You smiled, "you're not the only one Luanne told she wanted to start a jewellery company, I've been doing some research and there's a huge market for custom, personal and ethical jewellery. I want to bring the idea to Luanne and the other CaraCara ladies."

Otto's eyes got wet, "so you came here for what?"

You smiled, "name ideas, I think I have the perfect one."

****

You readied your presentation for the women at CaraCara, watching on as Ima ushered them all into one of the large sets where everyone could sit. "You're probably wondering why I all gathered you here today, the reason is simple. A woman led, independently owned, ethical business that everyone can share a slice in."

You clicked on the display to show Jeniffer's graphic designs, "we have all the skills we need here. We don't need any outside help." You clicked again and he company label showed up.

"O and L's Forever Jewellery."

Luanne sniffed, "the idea is simple, anyone working for CaraCara or any other CaraCara off shoots that come up can design pieces and then they get a commission for those pieces. There's also an option for people to custom make their own jewellery. It's all totally ethical and highly affordable. Thoughts?"

Hands shot up, "how many designs can we submit?"

You smiled, "as many as you want. The best way is to use the bit of paper I've included in the folder I handed you. Follow the instructions and measure your finger, or your neck or your wrist, then draw your dream whatever and go from there. If you don't want it to be published, then it won't but it's a great way to start because you're going off something you really like."

It took all day for everyone to be done, Ima insisting you join. "Is that your dream engagement ring?"

She smiled, "yep, I've changed my mind about diamonds since I met you but I read your paper on ethical sapphire mines in Montana and I was sold."

You nodded, "ok then."

The moment she was called away, you snapped a picture to save for later. Luanne walked up to you after collecting everyone's papers, "how long before everything is up and running?"

You smiled, "about a week, the prototypes for everyone's designs will take four weeks to be done and then we'll be ready to launch."

She wrapped you in her arms, "I can't thank you enough for doing all of this for us, not many people would put so much faith in a bunch or porn stars."

You shook your head, "thank your husband, he's the one that inspired me to give this a go."

****

'What's this I hear about a new company you and the CaraCara girls are setting up."

You shook your head, "you really want to hear about custom designed jewellery?" Jax nodded.

"Well, the idea came to him when I was scrubbing for an autopsy. I realised that there's no real safe way for people to keep their jewellery away from damage other than using a cheap safety pin. So I looked into fancy ones and it went from there. The way people view sex work means it's going to be hard for the women and men working there to get other jobs, this way, they have a steady income that can be branched out in other ways."

Jax ran his hand over your cheek, "but do you offer fancy safety pins?"

You nodded, "yes, for one hundred extra dollars, a person gets a year's supply of safety pins that can withstand most common damage. Every year afterwards, the person receives five more for free as long as they send in their five old ones."

Jax's smile grew, "I'm really proud of you for doing this, I swear every time I think I can't love you more, you do something like this."

You pressed your forehead to his, "I did it for Otto."

Jax smiled, "I'm so lucky to have you."

You shook your head, "you might change your mind after I collect my winnings."

Jax smirked, "dinner first."

****

Jax was sitting on the bed, smiling like a cat who just caught a mouse, "are you going to be nice to me?"

You shrugged, "it depends, you are going to be insufferable?"

Jax sucked on his tongue, "I'll behave."

You rolled your eyes and went to the cupboard, "yeah, sure." When you came back, you had two silk ties in your hand, "well, I'll be nice if you're nice."

Jackson's smile grew as you approached him, "what's with the silk, are you shit at tying knots?"

You shook your head, "no Jackson, I just don't want you to have bruises that people will ask about. We both know you'll pull more than I do."

Jax chuckled, "well then pretty girl, get to it."

You stood between his open legs and leaned down to kiss him, "are you going to tell me if you don't like something?"

Jax nodded, "don't worry, I'll tell you to stop if I want things to end."

You smiled, "good, hands out please." Jax put his hands out in front of him and you ran your hands from his wrists to his forearms and back again, "I have ever told you how much I like your arms?"

Jax licked his lips, "all the time."

You tied each wrist then tied them to the sideboard, "don't pull too much, if you slip out I won't be sucking your dick for weeks."

Jax shook his head, "you're going to let me go inside for God knows how long without sucking my dick first?"

You nipped his bicep, "good point, but you'll be home eventually and I have an almost perfect memory."

"You wouldn't."

You nodded, "I would." You kissed him again, soft enough that when you pulled away, his lips followed yours, then you stepped back. Jax went to grab you unconsciously, his arms stopped by the silk.

"You need to learn some self-control, so you're going to sit there and watch while I have fun."

Jax bit his lower lip, "whatever you want Darlin."

You huffed, "see that's what I'm talking about. I keep telling you I'm immune to your charms but you still keep trying to charm me."

He smirked as you unbuttoned your top slowly, his eyes following your fingers. You swayed your hips are you went, Jax watching you intently. You gave a little wiggle when your pants fell off your body, Jax stuck on the way your hands ran over your skin.

You reached behind you and unhooked your bra, letting it fall away from you while you ran a finger around your nipple, "do you want to touch me Jax?"

He swallowed, "what do you think?" His voice was tight, he was clearly having trouble keeping himself in check.

"I don't know Jax. How about if you can find some way to get out of your track pants without my help, I'll let you touch me." Jax started wiggling and shifting eventually, he slipped them below his ass off and kicked them off, smirking like an arrogant ass as they fell into a pile.

You stepped towards him and kneeled on the bed with Jax between your legs, the silk giving him enough room to be able to lay his hands on your thighs, "happy?"

He smiled, "for now."

You ran your fingers along the hem of his boxes and he lifted his hips for you to pull them off, they then joined the pile of clothes next to the bed. "I'm going to suck your dick now, don't lift your hands off the bed or I stop."

"Sure Darlin." You kneeled between his legs and kissed down his body, stopping to suck his skin, he was rock hard when your lips reached his cock. You looked up at him through your lashes, Jax smiling softly as your tongue darted out to lick the head.

Jax groaned and pulled on the ties, seemly desperate to touch you. You sucked the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head while you rolled his balls in your hand.

"Just like that, shit I missed your mouth."

You moaned around him, Jax grunting as his head fell back. He pulled on the ties so you lifted you head off of him, "what did I say Jackson?"

He smirked, "it's hard not to touch when you look like that."

You put your head back to his skin, kissing his thighs while he groaned in frustration, "you're being mean to me."

You chuckled, "you've been mean to me plenty of times, I want my payback."

Jax huffed, "get back to it or you'll really know the meaning of mean when I'm done with you."

You stepped back entirely, Jax's eyes becoming fixed on the way your hands were moving into your pants, "I will stand here and make you watch me touch myself if you don't shut up and let me suck your dick." Jax swallowed and gave a slight nod.

"I'm sorry, go ahead."

You put your mouth back on his dick and went to work, Jax moaning as you wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach, "I'm gonna miss this so much." You felt a pang of sadness.

Nevertheless, you kept going, "holy shit, y/n." He tapped the wood instead of your face and you swallowed as he pulsed in your mouth. You pulled off him and stood up, Jax looking up at you with hooded eyes, "are you happy with yourself?"

You nodded, "you bet."

Jax shook his head and you climbed onto his lap, kissing him as you held his face in your hands, "just give me ten minutes and I'll be ready to go."

You smiled, "if I untie one of your hands so you can touch me, are you going to try and escape?"

He bit his lip, "nah, I'd hate to see what you'd do to me if I did."

You untied his right hand and he slid it from your knee to your thigh, then his fingers were moving through your slit, "you're always so wet for me." His thumb found your clit and he slid two thick fingers inside you. You did your best to stay upright as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot, "just untie me Darlin, you know I'll look after you."

You shook your head, "don't be a scaredy cat, if you're good, I won't leave you hanging." Jax sucked on his tongue and his thumb became more insistent. You did your best to keep your knees strong as you felt the peak coming, "that's it pretty girl." You gasped as you came around his fingers, Jax moving to press kisses to your neck.

"I'm going to untie your other hand, then tie you to the headboard, are you going to try and grab me?"

He smirked and bit his lower lip, "you'll have to see."

You untied his other hand and he didn't move, then you took both in your hands. You moved quickly and tied him to the loop in the headboard, "you comfortable?"

He rolled his wrists, "yep, do your worst."

He was hard again and you climbed on top of him, "my worst, are you sure you want that?"

You settled over his well muscled thigh and placed yourself onto his skin, rubbing your core back and forth, "shit, I can feel how wet you are."

You leaned down to kiss him, "you told me to do my worst, what's to say I won't get myself off and leave you hanging?"

Jax almost snarled his response, "you wouldn't do that."

Jax pressed his foot to the bed and lifted his knee, pressing his thigh harder into your centre, "Jax, please."

He smirked, "please what Darlin? You're the one in the driver's seat."

You rolled your eyes, "you are an insufferable ass."

He chuckled, "you love it." You shook your head and grabbed his cock, before looking at him for consent, "go for it." You smiled and slid down onto him, gasping as he filled you, "fucking hell, you're going to kill me."

You leaned down and kissed him, holding his face in your hands, "hopefully not before you get me off."

Jax kissed your back, doing his best to take over before you were pulling back again and running your hands over your body, "if I let one hand go, are you going to try and escape?"

"Nope, I promise."

You let his hand go and it was on your clit before you could think, "oh God." He bucked his hips and you placed your hands on his chest as you ground your hips down onto him. "Jax, I'm close."

He groaned, "me too." You sped up, slamming onto him one last time before he let out a grunt and came inside you, the spreading warmth pushing you over the edge.

Jax was gritting his teeth, "you're squeezing the life out of me."

You giggled and slipped off him, "sorry about that." You reached up and untied him, rubbing each wrist before kissing his skin. "I'll clean us up."

You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom before coming back with a wet cloth and wiping him down and laying down next to him, "that was really fun."

Your eyes went wide, "really? Mr I can't let go of control liked that?"

He smiled softly, "well, for one, I like everything we do together, and two, you're one scary lady."

You pulled him into your arms, "I'll remember that for later."

He wrapped his arms around you, "I love you so much y/n."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I love you too Jackson."

He rubbed his nose against your chest, "good night Darlin."

"Good night beloved."

****

"Well look who it is." Stahl walked by with her smug smile, "where's O'Phelan?"

Jax huffed, "MIA." She put her hand up, "you and I have a lot at stake here."

He chewed on his cheek to keep himself calm, "the Russians got Jimmy out of Belfast before we could get to him, he's up north with them right now."

"Putlova?"

Jax nodded, "yeah, we're into it. We got a brother in maxim security, Lenny the Pimp, but he's got no visitation rights so we've got to use Otto. If you can arrange for Lenny and Otto to get some yard time together, we might get a lead on where they've got Jimmy stashed."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

****

"Hey Opie, I would have thought I was the last person you'd want to see."

He smiled softly with a shake of his head, "no actually, I need someone to be honest with me."

You patted the chair next to you for him to sit down, "well you came to the right place, no really, I did lie to you about Tig and Clay but I'll do my best."

He waved his hand, "you don't need to keep apologising for that, you did what you had to do. I wanted to ask you about Lyla."

You nodded, "she's a good woman who loves her child and will do anything for her son, and I think she cares for you, what's there to think about?" He gave you a strange look.

"She pays her taxes and her job puts food on the table. You are in no place to judge her considering yours gets people killed. If something were to happen to you, and you left her with three kids, or worse four, do you really want her looking for a place that will take an ex-porn star or do you want to help her in the job she chose so she can get behind the camera if she wants?"

Opie huffed, "and that's why I came to you. Do you think I should tell her about what's going on? Lyla said you told Ima to go after the truth."

You nodded, "yes I do, because if you want more kids with her, she needs to know what she's getting into. Keeping secrets kills everything a healthy relationship is built on. You need to be kind to both of you and be honest. If she leaves, you can try again to find someone who understands, and if she stays, you know she loves you for you."

Opie put his hand on yours, "thanks y/n, we'd all be lost without you."

You knew the look in his eyes, "I'm sure Lyla told you about the jewellery company?"

He nodded, "I have her dream ring and her exact measurements. My advise, use that for inspiration and go from there."

His eyes went wide, "I know all things Mr Winston."

With a laugh, he wrapped his arms around you, "I meant it y/n, we'd be lost without you."

****

"David Hale at the door for you."

You pressed in intercom with your gloved knuckle, "thank T, can you do me a favour and take him to Angela and get him his own card? I'm in the middle of a post."

"Done and done."

Twenty minutes later, Hale was at the lab door, "hey, you here about your brother?"

He nodded, "he made a deal, he's got five years, out in three with good behaviour. He's going to a minimum security place down south."

You shrugged, "he'll never be able to hold office, that's all that matters. I don't have a problem with you David, and we're going to be working together. If you put the victims first, we're going to be just fine. Thank you for letting me know about your brother, I'm sorry your family kinda sucks."

He smiled softly, "thanks, who's on your table?"

You walked over and opened the door, waving your hand for him to come in, "Mark Patterson, fifteen, gone missing after school in LA. By the looks of it, he was killed by his bullies. I'm just finishing up now."

His shoulders fell, "we've been having some bullying at the high school, would you be willing to come and talk to the kids?"

You nodded, "hell yeah, my high school bully was a monster, dude almost killed me before it stopped."

Hale took a deep breath, "I'll talk to the principle, it won't be for a few weeks but I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"Great, well you have a card now so just let yourself in whenever."

He smiled, "thanks."

****

There was silence waiting for Tig to vote on Kozik, he looked around the room at everyone's face, the anticipation thick in the air, "yeah, but I'm not happy about it."

Kozik clapped in excitement, "thanks Tiggy."

****

Jax awoke to the weight of your head on his arm, "hey."

You smiled softly, "good morning beloved."

Jax smiled, "whatever happens today, I'm with you, no matter what."

He rubbed his nose with yours, "I know, I love you."

"I love you too."

****

Everyone piled into the Clubhouse for breakfast, "hey, we've got something we want to say."

Lyla held up her hand, "we're engaged." There was an eruption of cheers and Jax pulled Opie into a bear hug, he pulled you aside when everyone calmed down.

"You didn't even wait to buy the ring."

He shook his head, "we're using it for our wedding rings, I wanted to give her my grandmother's ring." He was smiling from ear to ear, "I told her everything and she didn't run, you were right."

You smiled, "I'm right most of the time, I'll help with the wedding however you need. I'm really happy for you guys."

The plan to exchange Jimmy was going well, they were all sitting in the Chapel with Lowen arrived, they had the location for the exchange but not the money. Just as Opie was letting Jax know all the details, Chucky cut in, "I might be able to help with that."

He ran off and came back with a box, filled with bank notes and seconds later, they were bursting into the Chapel. "When I was running the counterfeit operation for Lin, I was supposed to throw away all the misprints and dirty runs, but I didn't."

"We've got three boxes full, twenty, fifties and hundreds, over five mil in fake currency."

Tig pulled Chucky onto his lap, "I'm gonna you my hand so you can jerk yourself off." Everyone burst out in laughter.

Juice went off to find a cutter while the others looked over the bills, "everyone one of these bills has irregular, any scrutiny and the Russian's are gonna know."

"What if we can frontload the stacks with real cash, give us enough time to get Jimmy out of there?" Jax drove right to the station and walked into Stahl's office. "Putlova wants two million for Jimmy. We got our hands on some counterfeit bills but we need to pad it out with real cash, give us some time to get Jimmy out of there."

"Where did you get the cash?"

Jax shook his head, "not your worry, just get up the money."

Stahl smirked, "we have access to two-hundred and fifty million for discretionary ops."

Jax nodded, "that should do it."

Stahl's tone changed, "what happens when the Club asks where you got it?"

He shrugged, "I'll say Unser got if from evidence."

Stahl went on but Jax stopped her, "you want Jimmy? You do it my way."

Jax drove back to the Clubhouse with money in hand and started helping everyone pack it, Happy coming inside about an hour later to let him know you were waiting for him.

"We'll keep her safe." Jax snatched the bullet proof vest and raced outside. "you sure about this?"

You nodded, "without a doubt, this is nothing Teller." He lifted up the vest, "I need you to wear this."

You huffed and lifted your shirt, "really Jackson, you don't think I'd come prepared and this one's stab proof."

He chuckled, "of course you thought of it." He pressed his forehead to yours, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

You kissed him quickly, "everything's going to be ok but good luck anyway." Jax smiled and kissed you once more before leaving, then you climbed into your car and drove away.

You waited on the bearly paved road for the van to arrive, then popped the trunk and opened the passenger door for Miles to jump in. "I'll make sure he has a smooth ride."

Chibs smiled, "sure you will lass."

Jax drove away from the group as they headed to the Clubhouse, coming to a patch of dirt where Stahl was waiting, "where the hell is he?"

Jax smiled, "warm and cosy."

Stahl threw her hands in the air, "what are you pulling."

"Just keeping us both honest, you get Jimmy and my statement when my Club gets free of hard time."

She tilted her head and held up a file, "my recommendation that the federal automatic weapons charges be reduced from fifteen years to three years, parol in fourteen months. All it needs is my signature."

She handed Jax another file, "you give me this and any information on the guns traded my Jimmy'o and the Irish, all it needs is your signature." They went back and forth, before Jax out pen to paper and signed.

They showed up at the Clubhouse soon after to wide eyes and confusion. You were waiting with Gemme when they pulled him out of your car, "how did you know he was here?"

Stahl smiled and turned to Jax, "because you VP made a deal."

Jax was running at Sthal, "son of a bitch."

There was an uproar, "I did it for the Club." Gemma tried to step in but they were already being dragged away. You ran up to Jax and wrapped your arms around him, Jax hugging back with one arm, "it's going to be ok, we're going to be fine."

"Your clients will be out in three years, fourteen months if they don't kill anyone."

****

Unser finished packing and walked into Hale's office, "good luck son, you're gonna need it." He was pulling up behind Stahl before he could think, the drive to the highway done on autopilot. He managed to send away the other agents before the school bus drove up.

"What's going on here?" Opie dragged Stahl into the car while Chibs threw Jimmy out of the car and threw him against the bus. They made her watch as Chibs killed Jimmy, his bloody body sliding down the yellow metal.

As he pushed her into the car, Opie felt a strange sense of peace come over him as he raised the gun, "this is what she felt." Then he pulled the trigger. After ripping up a file, Kozik hit Unser across the face and they left. On the other side of town, the prospects drove by prison van and blew the horn, the hard atmosphere inside fading into gentle laughter, everything was ok."

****

You were tidying up when you found Jax's go bag shoved into a corner, his hoodie still smelt like him when you lifted it to his face, then something caught your eye, it was a whole bunch of letters, all tied together with a ribbon, addressed to Jax.

You walked it right to the bedroom and put it in the safe for when Jax got home, just as you were about to call Gemma your phone rang, it was a number you didn't know, "umm, hello. How did you get this number?"

"Y/n, this is director Vance, we need to talk."

Part 39

Thoughts, please? Your comments mean the world to me.

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marsbutterfly · 4 years ago

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Hiiiii! I just binged all your writing on AO3 and I love all your work, especially the one with poor Hange hallucinating. I'm not sure if requests are open right now but if they are, I'd love to make one! I'm sorry for being hyper-specific but I just had my wisdom teeth removed, they had to hammer and drill to get one of them out that grew wrong and, I'll spare you the details but it took over an hour for the one and I'm sore and swollen to say the least and not looking forward to having to eventually eat something, and I wonder how Hange would take care of a reader that just had their wisdom teeth removed.

Please feel free to ignore this if you're not interested, and regardless thank you for your time and sorry for the wall of text! Hope you have a great day!

Note: Thank you so much anon, I appreciate your support <3 It makes me really happy! I hope you are all right now and that your mouth healed up ok. This is a mixture of a short fic and headcanons. I hope you enjoy! <3

Tooth Ache

Summary: When you get your wisdom teeth removed, Hanji tries her best to take care of you. Modern AU!

Warning: Mentions of blood.

AO3 Version! | Wattpad Version!

“Come on, baby.” Hanji says as her torso reaches over you, struggling to fasten the seatbelt. You shift your body to the left gently, trying your best to help her but the effects of the laughing gas having yet to leave your body.

All you can do is giggle, watching the messy brown hair dangling in front of you. Without realizing what’s happening, a heavy weight is lifted from your body and your lungs can expand to their full capacity once again.

You look around confused, trying to understand what just happened, only to shift your eyes to the left, watching as Hanji starts the car. The sound of the engine roaring makes your heart beat slightly faster, a hint of fear rushing through your veins.

Before any words form, a warm, gentle hand brushes against your exposed thigh softly and the feeling is enough to soothe you.

Body resting against the car seat, you take your fingers towards your mouth, touching the area around it as you try to make sure everything is still there. The piece of gauze that sat in your mouth now lies in between your legs, a few blood splatters following closely behind.

“Hanji, did you give me cranberry juice?” You ask, not realizing what that hot liquid was. She holds in a laugh, eyes shifting from the road to you for a second as she reaches for a small pill bottle sitting in the cup holder.

“Not yet.” She replies, handing you a decently sized pill and a small, cold box of juice. “But here, why don’t you drink this?”

You grunt in annoyance but still obliged to her request, earning a bright smile in return.

The car falls silent, only the sounds produced by the vehicle fill the void. Your eyes wander outside, green leaves dance atop of the trees while an old lady’s blonde hair flows around in the wind, reminding you of last night’s dinner.

“Can I have some noodles when we get home?” You ask with stars in your eyes, knowing that Hanji has never once denied you anything at all.

“No, love. I’m sorry.” She replies, eyes focused on the road as you enter your neighborhood. In that moment, her words felt like a knife going into your skin, destroying your heart as a consequence.

“But…” Tears form in your eyes and your bottom lip quiver.

“It’s for your own good.” She says, right hand squeezing your thigh before you push it away and all she does in response is sigh.

Grabbing your phone from the glove compartment, you speed dial your most recent caller. A few seconds pass before Eren answers the phone and the image that welcomes him is the desolated, groggy mess behind the screen. Tears flow down your face as you try to speak through the gauze pads in your mouth.

“Hanji won’t let me eat noodles.” You say, earning a quiet giggle out of the brunette driving the car. “All I want is to eat my noodles.”

“It’s for your own good, Y/N!” He replies, a smile on his face as he tries not to laugh. From his end, you can hear two other voices but, in your current state, you don’t realize they are coming from Mikasa and Armin.

“That's what I said.” Hanji replies, reaching for your phone. “Now hang up Y/N.”

“NO!” You scream, pressing your body against the door and moving the device barely out of her reach. “I want to show Eren my lipstick.”

“Lipstick?” The camera shifts angles and now Armin’s face fills the screen. “Uhmm… Y/N?”

You pull your head back, fingertips gently brushing against your chapped lips until the warm liquid touches them. In response, you let out a giggle. “Oh no. I think it’s blood.”

Hanji’s laugh echoes through the car as she pulls into the driveway. Once the vehicle comes to a full stop, she places her left arm against the window, fingers pushing her glasses up as tears of laughter stream down her face.

You shoot her a confused look, trying to understand why she’s laughing. In response, she reaches for your phone once again, finally being able to catch the device from your hands and immediately hanging up the call.

“Come on, baby.” She says, removing her seatbelt and unbuckling yours.

You reach for the handle to open the door many times but your hand simply slips right past it. After what seemed like an entirety, you’re able to hook your hand on it and open it, little do you know Hanji is actually the one to let you out.

Your vision is fuzzy as you try to step out of the car, everything spins around and you look at the sky. A pair of sturdy hands begins to guide you towards the entrance to the house and you smile gratefully.

Hanji seats you on the couch before handing you a cold compress. You stare at it for a few seconds, wondering what it is that she expects you to do with it.

She laughs and sits beside you, your knee touching hers. “Like this.”

The cold compress against your cheek feels godly and it relieves some of the pain you are in. You instinctively let out a moan.

“I’m gonna go get your meds and be right back, ok?” She says while getting up.

“Otay.” You reply, humming to a random song you heard on the radio early that day. Unknowing to you, Hanji’s eyes glow as they watch you from behind the couch, her heart beating slightly faster as her cheeks blush.

A few minutes go by and when she returns, you are still moving your head and feet to the melody you sing.

She hands you a cup of cold water and you happily take the pills from her hand.

Your eyelids become heavy and you rest your head on her shoulder, feeling as her hand goes through your hair gently. You smile through the bloody gauze pads and she giggles.

“Hanji…” You whisper, calling her close to you with your finger and she leans towards you, “I want noodles.”

“Not this again!”

Headcanons

Hanji is not a good driver so it takes her a couple of days to convince you to let her drive you to the appointment instead of asking Armin or Mikasa to do it.

She nearly sleeps for too long the day of your procedure because she spent the night before worried sick, even if you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out.

Once it’s done, she has to control herself and not give in to your every request like she usually does. No solid food, no milkshakes, no moving more than you have to.

Hanji sets alarms for every 8 hours so you won’t miss a single dose of your pain medicine and, if the pain is too bad, she gives you an extra pill. Not only that, she constantly reminds you of when to change the gauze pads.

You always have fresh ice to apply to your cheeks and Hanji kisses them every chance she gets.

She can’t cook for shit, she tries but when the house ends up smelling like burned soup, she immediately calls Levi, who shows up with at least 3 days worth of food. For you and for Hanji.

When the anesthesia wears off, she pulls up her phone and shows you the embarrassing videos she took while you were high. Of you singing terribly to whatever is playing on the radio, your conspiracy theories on how your dentist was an alien or simply videos of you begging her to give you solid food.

She brushes your teeth for you when you can’t, always making sure to go around the extraction sites and scrubbing your tongue.

The day after the surgery, she rinses your mouth out with warm water and salt, even if you can do it yourself she keeps saying she’ll do it better than you, so you simply let her.

Hanji always makes sure your head is propped up while you’re lying down, even when you beg her to let you put your head down, she won’t let you. Instead, she sits behind you and props your head on her chest. You can hear her heartbeat so you can’t complain.

Once you are healed, she buys you an insane amount of junk food and you suggest going on a picnic with Levi and Erwin to eat it all. She agrees and immediately picks up the phone as you run upstairs to take some medicine so you won’t throw it all up.

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hwrryscherry · 4 years ago

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The one with the New Year’s Eve

characters: HARRYxMODEL Y/N

blurb: It’s Dec 31st, 2020 and this is the first time since they started dating that Harry and Model Y/n won’t be traveling for New Year’s Eve but an outing to the Rockfeller Center may be all they needed.

word count: 4.6K

author’s note: HI GUYS!!!! So first of all I wanna say MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone🥳🥳 I know I've been MIA BUT I had a major writer's block and it felt so bad and I couldn't finish this blurb even though I was trying so hard. Anyway, here it is and I hope you like it as much as I do. I also want to say that the reason why I closed my requests it's because we're starting a new year and I want to release all of my requests before receiving new ones. I'm excited for 2021 and I hope it brings all the peace that 2020 didn't. And I'm also very excited to see where 2021 will take Harry and Model Y/N's relationship🥰 Anyway, Happy New Year everyone, I'm so grateful for the support I've been receiving about my writing. I see all of you and I appreciate all of you. THANK YOU!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️

— Can I wear this? — You’d ask looking at Harry while holding one of his dress shirts that was light bluely, with some navy blue strands in it up in the air showing it to him. It's an old shirt, though. You remember buying it for Harry in your first year of dating and you also remember probably wearing it more than Harry himself.

Harry was sitting by the couch on the living room of your NYC apartment. After spending such a magical time with your families in the French Alps, you both decided that spending christmas with your family was more of a priority than going on your annual new year's trip and that's the reason why you and Harry decided to come back to the USA and after being in LA for so long, New York just felt like the perfect choice. You like Los Angeles, but New York hit different. You loved everything about NY, and you loved the memories and story you created to yourself in NY and that's why you'd choose NY over LA without thinking twice.

Anyway, Harry was in the couch using his personal phone what made you assume that he's probably talking to his mom or Gemma because it's already 2021 in London and Cheshire, and unlike him, you had already sent Gemma and Anne a text earlier today because they knew that you took hours to get ready even though you're not even preparing to be "glamurous".

Harry had his pink velvet pants on and a white shirt over it, and only complementing with his vans. Not the old "white" one with the pink shoelaces that he wore everywhere, including in the Vogue cover. Tonight he was wearing the good traditional vans. That one, that is black and have the Vans icon in white. And you couldn't smell from the spot you were but you could assure yourself that he was smelling like heaven, as he always does with his perfect hair that has just been washed, his freshly shaved beard and his nails, that even though wasn't painted by a professional, you can be proud of your job and honestly, so could Harry, because he really loved that you did his nails for him and even matched with yours. Otherwise, you were using a black baggy jeans and a bra because as always, you were procrastinating for too much time and had to get ready when Harry was already ready. A typical night out for both of you.

Harry lifted his head to analyze your figure in front of him and the cloth piece you had in your hands as he listened to your voice and question directed at him.

— Sure! — He answered your question getting his attention back to his phone right after speaking. You sighed and calmly walked towards the man on the couch and sit besides him what brought his attention to you. You rested your right hand upon his thigh and then rested your chin on his right shoulder and stared at the boys captivating green eyes.

— You're alright? — You asked with a low voice tone giving the boy a tender smile. Harry looked kinda sad, not sad, he seemed a bit down and whenever you noticed he looked like this you would usually get worried about him because you just care and love him so much that you never want to see him in anyway but happy.

— Yeah, I am! — Harry said, but it sounded more like a whisper or a murmur and you kept your gaze at him waiting for him to tell the truth and he sighed letting out a chuckle. Sometimes he'd just forget about how great you knew him. He'd look to his feet upon the grey carpet of your living room and then back at your face on his shoulder — Just feel bad, ye' know? If we were in other circumstances we'd be with our friends or family having the most fun in some place around the world — He'd tell you as he widens his eyes a little and you felt his muscles tense under your hands — It's not that I won't have fun just with you, love — He'd now complement making you let out a small chuckle at his words because of course you understood exactly what he was saying even though you didn't say anything yet — It's just different, like, there won't be having any shows by the Times Square and all that stuff and I wanted it to be fun for you.

— So...you're worried about me not having fun tonight? — You'd ask him with an ironic tone and raised eyebrows lifting your chin from his shoulder and staring at his face. Your mocking expression and tone was based on the irony f the situation because earlier today you were talking to him about how most of the times that you were together you just felt like you could be stuck in a room with him forever and it would be the funniest thing you've ever done.

— Kinda! — He'd murmur deflecting his gaze from yours until he listened to you let out a giggle which made him look immediately at you as he tried to understand why you were laughing and if you were mocking at him for being that worried about something very silly.

— Harry...how could you even think that? I’ll always have fun with you! — You'd say lively with a smile on your lips and then take a deep breath while you finished forming the words you were about to say in your mind — It's been such a long and hard year and we had some amazing moments and some really bad moments but we're here. We're alive, we're healthy and most of all, we're here together and believe me, even if the world ends by the time that clock turns midnight, there's no other person I'd rather spend the end of the world with — You'd say making a little fun of the "end of the world" conspiracy that you've read previously on that same day and couldn't help giggling with Harry as you'd hear that same angelic sound coming from his mouth. You'd take your hand that was upon his thigh and grab his hand taking it to your lips giving a slight kiss to it feeling the cold metals of his rings against your cheeks and then you gave him a tender smile — Don't worry about it, it'll be great! It will be more than great, it'll be exquisite!

— Alright, alright! — Harry'd say with the cutest smile on his face. That type of smile that you could feel his happiness through it. Now he took your hand to his lips and gave a peck in it — You should finish getting ready though, weren't you the one that was dying for pizza and burgers? — Harry’d tell you mocking at the fact that you've been talking about wanting to eat pizza and burgers from NYC for the past three days in a row and how annoying you were being about it. And with his comment you'd fastly stand up with the shirt in your hands and look at him with a cheeky smile in your face.

— I'll go, I'm sorry for being the best girlfriend in the world and use my time to comfort you! — You'd say ironically as you walked back to the bedroom listening Harry's laugh and a "You're forgiven" being loudly said by your boyfriend.

— By the way, I don't think you should go out only with that shirt because it’s freezing outside! — Harry said on a loud tone from the living room and you'd look up to the big glass window in your bedroom and realizes that he was right. It was probably 32 °F outside and only this shirt wouldn't make you warm enough, so you'd walk to the closet placed in your bedroom and take a dark grey long sleeve blouse and dress up before complementing with Harry's dress shirt and taking out of the closet your brand new leather jacket that you gained from Gemma on christmas day, remembering how perfect it was becase Gemma knows you well enough to know that you'd love it when she bought it. And lastly, you put on shoes that looks more like boots. And finally, with your jacket and your bag in your hand you walked into the living room after turning off the bedroom light.

You were completely ready when you'd step in the living room with your phone in your hand getting all the attention from Harry that immidietely stoped using his phone to admire you. One of the things that Harry most loved in you is that you don't need to put on the most glamurous outfit or makeup to look stunning and you knew that. You knew that you were beautiful in your own way and if you felt like glamming up, you'd be gorgeous and if you didn't feel like it, you'd still be gorgeous. Harry admired your tomboy styled outfit. He'd admire how your hair fell upon your face as you finished typing on your phone and how you'd use your hand to put a strand of hair behind your ear, giving to him the vision of your gold earrings that was also a previous birthday gift from him. He'd admire the fact that both of your nails were painted the same color because you only had one good nail polish to use so you'd go out matching nails color. He'd admire how the delicate golden rings on your fingers would sparkle because of the light in the room and he'd notice too how your face looked pretty with the small amount of makeup you had putten on your face for the night and he could only imagine how great you smelled now with the one perfume you use since the day he met you and he'd remember how much he loves that scent. He loved everything about you. He loved even the small things about you that stressed the shit out of him. He learned to love your annoying habits just as much as he loved the precious little things about you.

Harry would stand up from the couch putting his phone on the inner pocket of his black coat as he walked towards your distracted self on the phone. You'd only notice him when he'd stop right beside you looking at your figure. You'd stop looking at the screen of your phone and lift your head up a bit to see the man's smiley face beside you. He was silent and it seemed awkward so you'd let out a chuckle and frown a little at him.

— What are you doing? — You'd ask him holding a mistrusting look on your face as you waited for him to pronouce anything as a response.

— I just think that you look really pretty and I love you! And your hair looks really pretty, though — Harry would say quietly with a tender smile on his face as he listened you murmur a "aw, thank you, love!" with the biggest smile on your lips. He knew how much you loved when he compliments your hair so he'd do it often just to make you smile this big. He'd use his hands to cup your face and lean in a little to give you a peck in the lips — Let's get going! Where do you want to go first?

— Honestly, I wish we went to The Greens at Pier 17 because it looked really cute this year in the pics I saw — You'd tell him as both of you walked towards the door and left the apartment walking to the elevator as you both put on your masks. Your apartment was situated in East Village so depending on the place you'd choose to go, it would take you a while to get there and that's the reason why neither of you had enough patience to drive in NYC, specially on a night like this one because the traffic in New York can be considerated out of this world.

— Isn't it open? — Harry would ask pressing the elevator button to take you to the lobby of the building and feel as the elevator started to go down with both of you in it.

— No, it was between 6 and 10pm, I guess! — You said pressing your back agaisnt the elevator wall as you felt it going down. It's crazy, but whenever you enter a elevator you think about what would happen if it starts collapsing, yes, it's weird — But all I want is to eat a pizza from East Village Pizza because I haven't eaten it in ages — You'd complement letting out a chuckle feeling the elevator stops at the lobby floor.

— Alright, we can go eat pizza and just hang out! Will you be meeting Bella? — Harry said as the elevator door opened giving both of you the iluminated vision of the streets lights coming through the big glasses in the front of the building. You and Harry walked past the porter and both of you smile at him and waved before leaving. You both are very familiar to Toby, the porter of your building and that's the reason why you'd wish him a Happy New Year before leaving, and you also have lived in this building in the past 5 years probably.

— No, she’ll spend it with her family. They’ll all spend it together because of the baby, I guess — You'd answer him feeling the freezing air run through the skin of your face at the moment you'd step in the street. You'd notice the wet floor underneath you because it rained the entire morning and the beginning of the afternoon, there was no resting sign of the snow that happened some days ago but you could definetly still notice the past rain, specially because of all the christmas lights that iluminated the streets now.

You and Harry walked your way to the East Village Pizza because it was really close to your house which at this moment seems amazing but it's not. It takes you a lot of control to not dine their pizza everyday though. Pizza it's pizza, if you don't like pizza you can't even be consideraded a human being, just saying.

You and Harry could notice the few people leaving their houses as you walked, and some of them were already by the streets though. The thing is that the big New Year's Eve attraction in New York is the Ball Drop in Times Square and this year is not allowed to have a crowd in there so the streets wasn't completely crowed and honestly that made you feel a little better. It's just that paranoic feeling that when you're around a lot of people you start thinking that one of them is infected, probably everyone during this pandemic had felt like this at some point.

By the moment you and Harry arrived at the pizzeria and ordered your slices of pizza Harry couldn't hold back his laughs at your liveliness that you also couldn't hold back for finally eating your pizza. The place wasn't as crowed as it used to be at this time of the night and that's why you and Harry could take a sit in one of their empty tables. You and him would talk about silly things. You both would talk about the ending of Gossip Girl that you had just watched this afternoon because it was shocking to both of you. You'd talk about the songs you just added at your playlist and you'd talk about what you wanted to do tomorrow on the first day of the year.

— I don't accept any other plan that you can make but if it's to stay cuddling in bed with me all day, love — Harry would say and you'd giggle at his words. He had a point though, because you couldn't imagine anything better to do tomorrow than stay cuddled up in bed under the heavy blankets with him all day long; maybe watching a movie or starting a new tv show together as you just finished gossip girl, you'd probably starts Bridgerton because you have already read the books and you loved it. And then take as many naps as you wanted. It sounded perfect and he knew you just couldn't resist to it.

It didn't take too much for both of you to eat your pizza slices and as you ate it, Harry would take tons of photos from you all smiley eating your pizza while dancing to a random song that was playing in the background of the pizzeria. Harry loved to take random pics of you and he'd do it everytime he had a chance, which was quite often. But he did it because this way, whenever he was away and his heart ached missing you, he could go on his gallery and see all the random pics he has from you and in some way feel closer to his girl and god, so did you. Even though none of you shared the millions of photos you'd have of each other's in your phones, it felt so good to have them with you whenever you needed it to make your hearts warmer.

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— Alright but, do you think that Brad and Angelina slept together before or after he and Jen "broke up"? — You'd randomly ask Harry as you both left the cab that was taking both of you to the Rockefeller Center because a walk from East Village to Rockefeller Center would be a hell of a walk. You both felt the christmas lights on your faces and your eyes were glowing because of them and you couldn't think of a prettier thing in this moment. It wasn't your plan to celebrate the New Year's Eve in New York and actually, the last time you've celebrated it in this city was about four years about before you even met Harry. And honestly, it just feel really cool to go ice skating in Rockfeller Center and then later go dinner somewhere and starts 2021 with a person that you really loved and appreciate on a city that you really loved, and maybe this wasn't what you planned but it was what you needed.

— They definetely were! — Harry said almost immidietely making you let out a loud laugh over his comment. You love when Harry gets into his gossiping mode, it's probably the best thing ever. He doesn't do it much when he's sober, but when he's drunk he'd just say everything you ask him and that's usually really funny, expect for sometimes when he'd tell things that are supposed to be a secret — Just look at their movie together. You could see the sexual tension and no one will convice me otherwise!

— I know but he had a sexual tension with all his co-stars! Don't you remember Legends of the fall? He had a sexual tension with his brother's fiancé that later marries his other brother — You'd argue back to him as making your point. You and Harry are definetely the "Netflix & Chill" type of couple, and as in quarantine you stayed home, you and Harry watched tons of movies on netflix and you'd always take your time to discuss them pretty often. Movies, music and books are the things that fullfill both of your souls the most and that's the reason why you'd often get caught up on discussing the things you've saw.

— It wasn't sexual tension, it was chemistry. It's different, love! — Harry'd argue back throwing his arm upon your shoulders as you both walked closer to the small line of people that were waiting to go ice skating. And you'd stop walking as realizing that you and him just arrived at the right spot and as you waited on the line of the ice skating, you had your back pressed on Harry's chest as he hugged you from behind to take the cold away as you talked. It was a nice time where you could just catch up about your thoughts while admiring the christmas lights and the people on the rink, and if you must confess, laugh a little about the people that couldn't ice skate. Harry told you about his plans to release the Treat People with Kindness music video tomorrow and talked about working with Phoebe Waller-Bridge and had to deal with your drama about not meeting her for what it seems like the millionth time, but you did make it pretty clear to him that you were so excited about the video because you haven't watched it yet because you wanted it to be a new year's surprise to you. You told him about how you missed walking the runaway and everything you want to do in 2021 in your professional career and also personal life, like the books and movies you wanted to read and watch and the places you wanted to visit.

Anyway, it didn't take you long to get on the ice skating rink, and it also didn't take you more than two minutes to start regretting it. You were clearly not the best skater in the world. You weren't even 50% good; reasonable, would be the right term. And so, when you didn’t have the ability to move gracefully and lightly across the ice, and instead had to skate by holding on to the bars or Harry's arm and then after, having Harry insisting on trying to let you skate alone and then having you to crash into on the floor, Harry couldn't help but laugh. The boy laughed so hard, in a way where he couldn't even breathe properly from laughing so much, and you couldn't contain your own laughs either. Of course, Harry helped you up and then asked you a thousand times if you were okay and you hadn't been hurt, but the scene was just too fun at the moment not to laugh and you'd admit it.

At around 11:20 pm, you both retired from the skating rink as your time was up and then, you walked away from the short line to the ice skating rink getting a little far away from the line. You used your right hand to move some strands of hair from your face as Harry carefully looked at you.

— You're sure you're alright? — Harry asked one last time making you glare at him with an annoyed look at your face becase he had already asked this about forty times now. He'd shrug his shoulders and put his hands inside the pockets of his black coat — Alright, you're fine.

— I am, love! — You said wrapping your arms around yourself while moving your head to look around you before getting your gaze to focus on Harry's face again — Should we go to a restaurant? Because it's almost midnight! — You asked Harry that looked the time as he took his phone off his pocket to see that the clock indicated the time to be 11:25 pm.

— Yeah let's go! And it's cold here! — He'd say wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you both started to walk again. The things is that near Rockefeller Center, there was plenty of cool and great restaurants that of course you had no idea if they were or not open but it didn't cost you to go check and that's why you'd walk around it to see — Oh, let's go to Bill's Bar and Burger. I want nachos and fries so bad — Harry would say as he stopped walking abruptly in front of the restaurant making you to gaze at the place and then at him.

— Oh my god, yes! — You'd nod at him as you both walked inside the place. You've been in it before and the menu was spectacular, the burgers were so amazing and the place was really cool, though. It had a dark wooden floor and tables and big glass windows that gave you the perfect vision from outside and at the moment you both entered the space you noticed that it wasn't extremely crowed but it had a few people. The televisions in the walls transmitted the Times Square New Year's Eve performances and you sat at the table in the corner of the wall with a padded accent.

You'd take a look at the menu and order. Harry'd order a alcoholic beverage, unlike you that'd go with a coke because if your boyfriend went wasted you needed to take him home and take a 6'0 foot taller man home after few drinks can be quite hard. You'd order fries and nachos for Harry because he just eats fish now and then orders a chicken burger for you and then some milkshakes because you were going to eat all that you wanted as it was the last day of the year.

While your orders were being prepared, you and Harry talked about the christmas trip with your families and how funny it was. You'd talk about how the hell could you both forget about the christmas presents and how thank god you could find good new presents in the last minute. Harry would probably tell you about a life story of his starting by "in my epoch" sounding like he was forty years older than you because he knows that this pissed you off. He's three years older. It's not like it's a lifetime. But you'd find fun on his stories, just like he does to yours because even though you're younger than him, you both came from different sides of the world. From completely different families and cultures and it's so cool to share your experiences with each other. With the time, you and Harry learned that everyone had something to add in your life. Something about art, or about bad feelings or good feelings. Something about love, about friendship and jobs and opportunities. You both would reflect about how you just find things and people in life that makes you whole. You grow older and start noticing what really matters. You and Harry always travel on New Year and this year you didn't and being there, on a bar in New York just with each other having the most fun as you shared your stories, made you realize that it's not about the trip or the journey. It's about the person you have on your side as you doing those things. It's about having someone that you love at your side to share the good and the bad and after a hard year, you're lucky for having each other and getting out of it stronger than ever.

When the countdown started, everyone in the bar starting to count as well. You used your phone to record both you and Harry as you both counted. The camera caught the big smile perfectly that you and Harry had on your faces, and it actually caught the cheese from the french fries that Harry was previously eating right in the corner of his mouth but we don't have to focus on this part just yet. When the clock turned midnight, the entire bar screamed happily and you and Harry turned to each other with the happiest smiles ever, hugging each other sharing the "Happy New Year" and then sharing your first kiss of 2021, just as you both did three years ago when the clock turned midnight entering 2018 and you both shared the first kiss of your life. You've been kissing since then.

#hwrryscherry #harry and y/n #harry styles and y/n #harry x reader #HARRYxMODELY/N #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine

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fan-of-fandoms-123 · 4 years ago

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You Would Think A Vampire Would Be A Better Flirt (Max Phillips/*Female*Reader)

A/N: Here it is. The first fanfiction I've ever published and/or posted to a platform. Enjoy!

Fandom: Bloodsucking Bastards (2015)

Ship: Max Phillips/*Female*Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, fluff and smut, friends to idiots to lovers, Max and Pedro are their own warnings

"So... what is it that I'm looking at exactly?", asked Amanda as she sat idly at her desk, the young woman surrounded by the four walls of her small, cozy office that acted as a sort of border between Human Resources and the rest of the floor that was dedicated to Sales. The room was bland at a first glance, a very typical space really, the kind of one someone would be able to find anywhere in the corporate world without evening having to look at all, it would just be there: walls painted a neutral shade of beige with a tad bit of simple white molding, four fluorescent lights mounted into the ceiling to provide proper, optimal lighting, no windows (as to eliminate visual distractions and maintain climate control according to the office security guard, Frank), a plain yet sturdy desk and chair somewhere between being in the center and off to the side of the space, one slightly used, slightly outdated computer, and a few framed photographs of Amanda's friends and family scattered around the space on those otherwise naked walls and atop her rather bare desk by her desktop. Oh, and right in front of her door stood a large chalkboard she recognized as the one from the main conference room, covered in scribbles and lists and what appeared to be charts and graphs she could barely decipher. That wasn't exactly normal to put it simply, not even usual considering the new normal of the office since the shift in management, and neither was the fact that her two coworkers, her fiance Evan and his best friend Tim, stood on either side of the offsetting chalkboard, both men yammering on almost nonsensically about what she could only assume was a subject that was in some way related to their boss. The "Head Vampire" as Tim called him, Max.

"Amanda, I love you, and you got to listen to us! Max was telling us earlier in the break room about other supernatural creatures out there... and I think my dad might be a werewolf! I mean, what if that means I'm a werewolf, or my mom, and what if werewolves try and-", Evan went on rambling before the woman he loved stopped him, holding out a hand for him to halt his words as she pinched the bridge of her nose and simply gave Tim a look that said "Don't start either.", in which he promptly shut his mouth before sound ever escaped past his lips. "Babe... Evan, before we consider the possibility that maybe, maybe your father, a man I've met and spent holidays with several times along with your mom is by any stretch of the word a werewolf, maybe we can consider the option that Max is just saying all of that to fuck with you? I mean yeah, we all know your dad is pretty hairy, and you have a photo on your desk of the three of you in front of their house so... he could have noticed it and just wanted to mess with you knowing how you and Tim have become Ghostbusters lately.", Amanda deadpanned rather nonchalantly as she leaned back into her seat and let her words hopefully sink in for the two. After a few moments it seemed as if they did, thankfully, and Evan's expression was just about turning into one of both realization and anger at his former college rival when, because of course he did, Max passed by the trio and the conspiracy board and did an immediate double take at the sight.

"Um... what's- Hehe, what's happening in here? Hangman... pictionary maybe, because I don't remember it being any special day to slack off, especially for you three.", the sales manager chuckled, his tone the epitome of false amusement that was common of men and women in his seat of power, and even a tiny hint of resentment, but that wasn't necessarily unfounded. Granted, Max had just about every reason to hate Evan, Amanda, Tim, Frank, and just about all of the humans left that worked for him for what had transpired the day the three men had figured out that the new sales manager was, as Tim put it from that day onward, the "Head Vampire" among the coup of undead bloodsuckers that had once been their annoying coworkers. Let's just say that they lost a lot of staff that afternoon, and the cleaning staff worked overtime. "Ah... nothing, Max. Evan and Tim were just about to scrub that board off from the last Phallicite meeting, weren't they?", Amanda quickly answered before either one of her lovable idiots could say something to piss off their employer, and she was beyond relieved to see the lie work as Max relaxed with a shrug of his shoulders and turned to leave back to his office.

You know... for a vampire, Amanda would have guessed Max could sense when there was something approaching or in his way, but it looked as though she was wrong.

"Fu- shit, Y/N, I am so sorry! Fuck, do- do you need any help with that?", Max sputtered out quickly, dare Amanda even say nervously as she observed her boss kneel down to help one of the new hires, Y/N, pick up and hopefully reorganize the stack of papers and files regarding the company accounts that had just recently been landed. "Don't worry, Max, it was an honest mistake.", she smiled, kneeling down with him and giving his shoulder a squeeze of reassurance, and Amanda was once again perplexed when Max froze up. She never thought she'd see the day that Max Phillips was a shy, lost for words pile of goo, but it was happening right inside her office, and it was honestly entertaining.

"Max... you have like a thing for Y/N or something?" Tim asked quizzically of the vampire, only to recieve a cold look from their boss as he realized his own show of weakness after the woman in question had left to her cubicle. "I could still turn you. Or eat you.", was his only response before leaving for his office, but yes. He certainly did.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked this, that's all i can really think of to say!

Tagged: @spacegayofficial

Part 1 of the "Max Phillips: The Average Flirt" Series

#Pedro Pascal #Bloodsucking Bastards #Max Phillps #Max Phillips x Reader

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tomorrow-human · 4 years ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON iDKHOW'S ALBUM DEBUT: RAZZMATAZZ

So I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME have just released RAZZMATAZZ today and heres what I think...

[SIDE A]

¹LEAVE ME ALONE:

A bombastic opening track. Was released in the beginning of August...? Probably? This song just SCREAMS at you with retro futuristic funkiness. It has 8-bity flourishes in the instrumentation and seems to be maybe talking to the same person as Choke (from 1981 E.P.) and the title track Razzmatazz have been (or maybe a separate entity as suggested by the vinyl booklet and Indoctoration?).

Anyway, fantastic track, great opener, and nice mood-setter.

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²INDOCTORATION:

It's... eerie. It's not a song in the same sense as Leave Me Alone, despite having a wobbly backing track. It's a spoken interlude that seems to be initiating you into Tellex maybe? It yet again mentions the White Shadows that will be overseeing your progress with Tellex. It seems oddly nostalgic for some reason. That's strange. Overall, solid little piece of lore building that really reinforces the concept aspects.

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³MAD IQs:

It's the first song from this album that wasn't released as a single and it made my jaw literally drop. It has a similar lyrical and vocal structure to the opener and New Invention, but what I like is how much they were able to do with it, though it makes you wonder about how far apart these songs were written; but In the context of the albums concept and the Tellex stuff however, it could be interpreted as a corporate decision, this repetition. The minimal instrumentation in the verses with Ryan's sturdy drumming and Dallon's bassline makes me go fucking bananas. It's so fucking great and full of this punchy energy. And the HARMONIES. YES. "Voluntary victim~" "I'm burning~ in your mad IQs" SIR STOP BEING SO VOCALLY TALENTED. Also I think i heard him shriek right before the bridge which? Snazzy. So Mad IQs, energetic track, filled with more of iDKHOWs signature darkness.

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⁴NOBODY LIKE THE OPENING BAND:

Ah yes, Opening Band. Ironic considering how often iDKHOW are the opening band, but I'm sure that's obvious, seeing how they usually sing this one at the start of their gigs. It was actually (I think) the first or second song I didn't know how but found through youtube so I might be pretty biased here. It's a sweet sounding change of pace with the instrumentation being made up of only the piano and tambourine that tells of a typical opening band, that no ones ever heard before and likely will never hear again, via a sympathetic narrator with a hint of the typical iDKHOW teasing. In all honesty, it would've worked better as the album opener, which then could've been followed by Leave Me Alone, but it's a nice change of pace overall.

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⁵NEW INVENTION:

I already reviewed this song on my other blog right here so imma keep this brief. It shares similar aspects to Leave Me Alone, with the music video concept and song structure, but It manages to darken the narrative, and the choir-esq harmonies sound like ultra bright neon lights that only push this mood further. It still is a magnificent song and by far one of my favourites in the album.

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⁶IN THE GALLOWS:

MASSIVE SHIFT IN STYLE HOLY FUCKOLY-. The track opens with a very cutesy old timey little piano intro and starts the verse with a little funny beat. If you don't listen to the lyrics, it sounds like a silly little oldie song. But as we all know, iDKHOW doesn't do silly. The lines "For you, I'd die▪︎Or kill myself▪︎which ever makes you smile," From just the first verse are a prime example of this. The narrators murderous and suicidal intentions have clouded the romantic attraction into obsession- And I kinda like that, in a poetic way. The chorus is a standout, with the calm start to the explosion in the line "I'd swing from the gallows and wave" that just swings at you with a baseball bat to the chest. Oh, and the sax solo? Magnificent. This whole song is a chefs kiss from me.

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⁷CLUSTERHUG:

I love the lyrics of this song the most of it all. It sounds like a rebellious teenager wrote it after thinking about how shit their hometown is and wanting to get out. It also incorporates how much the narrator would want to do all this with their crush, adding that slightly goofy and pretend-aloof chorus of "only if you'd like me to I could fall in love with you" as if they weren't already in love or at least that's how I see it. The vibe of this song is more pop-y than the rest of the album, but that's more likely because it was repurposed for Razzmatazz after being originally written for The Brobecks, their older band. It's a nice little tune :).

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⁸SUGAR PILLS:

This. Will. Get. Stuck. In. Your. Head- and. You. Will. Like. It. Basically, just seems like a song about drugs that, for some reason, reminds me of Gorillaz (who I dont even listen to). But the BASSLINE AGAIN- Jesus help me live. It has more of that energy we saw with the first few tracks and adds even more electronic elements. It's probably my second favourite song from this album that's not a single because of how fun the chorus sounds. What else can I say? I can just imagine myself bopping to this in the car screaming 'SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR PILLS' On a hot day.

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⁹KISS GOODNIGHT:

It's so sweet 🥺. It's one of those songs I could imagine a character in a movie singing to someone from a stage. If you want pretty song vibes just listen to it. Because it is a pretty song. And that's all I have to say on it. Now allow me to take a moment and shove it into my pretty song playlist that acts like my personal lullaby machine.

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¹⁰LIGHTS GO DOWN:

Yes. F u n k y. Give me that sweet sweet disco energy, thank you. It's just filled with all these *☆~blingy and sparkly~☆* effects, and, combined with the drumming, the result is just glorious. The best part of this song is in my opinion the bridge where it goes darker lyrically and in sound that just naturally slides into another funky-ass sax solo. I can definitely see myself dancing to this at a party and then in later years growing nostalgic for those days.

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¹¹NEED YOU HERE:

It's supposed to be happy in tone and hopeful slightly but it just makes me sad. It's a song about how, because Dallon has to tour because it's his job, he has to be away from his family often. And he had nO RIGHT ADDING HIS DAUGHTERS VOCALS AND RECORDINGS INTO THE MIX ITS LIKE HE WANTS US TO CRY. It's not my favourite of the album, not going to lie here, but it's also such a sweet song with nice instrumentals and vibe 🥺 so that's all I'll say.

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¹²DOOR:

It seems like this one was written around the time sad ukulele music was really at its peak but am I complaining? Fuck no because this song is great. It just gives it to you straight, that if the narrator ever does anything that the recipient doesn't like, they can always cut them out of their life. It's nice in that regard- you don't usually get songs that don't try to deflect the pain or gain pity. We need more of these kinds of songs. The shortness of it really adds to the effect of this being more like a regularly said thing, even though I'm always a bit sad that it ends so fast. It does, however, nicely close the near end of the album before Razzmatazz.

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¹³TOMORROW PEOPLE:

Creepy Tellex thank-you note. You're welcome..? I want no part in your conspiracy tho. Go away weird American corporate man voice.

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¹³RAZZMATAZZ:

And there it is. The title track. Like new inventions, I have already reviewed it here on that same blog so this will be brief also and more just thoughts. It's a great closer and is more old timey than most of the songs here as well. And with the last instrumental and sax solo, we come to the albums inevitable end... until next time.

[GENERAL THOUGHTS]

Overall, this was a fantastic little debut for iDKHOW and I loved it. So worth the pre-order. The songs were great and the lyrics were just excellent. My only real criticism is that the song order on Side A was a bit strange. I feel a way to fix this would be to throw Nobody Likes The Opening Band into the beginning, then have Leave Me Alone as a second track, and maybe even switch one of the songs on this side with one from Side B (either Mad IQs or New Invention with something else but then that would be kind of stretching it). Or maybe even switching Clusterhug with Mad IQs or New Invention could work. So in general? Razzmatazz good album. Next question.

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Thank you for reading, anyone who happens to see this and have read this. Hope you've enjoyed some of my thoughts on the debut and agreed with at least 2 points I made. See y'all on another review (or shitpost)!

-L.J

#idkhow #i dont know how but they found me #idkhbtfm #the i dont knows #dallon weekes #ryan seaman #lenas opinions #razzmatazz

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break-between-the-walls · 4 years ago

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Do you know him? Has he killed anyone? He usually does, but these things might differ in your small corner of your house of your own small city of your own country of your own small, small galaxy. I wouldn't know, I'm just a voice. Or sometimes a text message. Or a self-appointed, slightly manic therapist for a being who really needs some rest. It changes a lot. And - how are you going? -Anon on the hunt

“Uh...” Chase takes a step backwards, despite knowing it won’t help distance himself from the disembodied voices. “N...no, I don’t know him. Do you just...ask random people if they know criminals?” He glances around the room. But he sees nothing. “I mean, he wears a mask so I guess I could know him, but no one I know has hair that long.” Despite the obvious tension, he keeps talking. “The most I know is that he steals shit and might be involved in some sort of conspiracy, according to what Hen—uh, a friend of mine thinks.”

#Chronicler.#jse arg #jacksepticeye arg #anon on the hunt #anonymous

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properweirdparker · 5 years ago

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Someone Cool (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

a/n: aight this is my first fic so it's gonna be booty butt cheek no doubt. let me know what you think and I do take constructive criticism *sobbing intensifies*. but lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics n shit. The song in this fic is called fallingforyou by The 1975 which you can listen to here:

Summary: The daily life of Peter Parker is not as easy as it seems. With being a part time hero and part time awkward nerd trying to finish his last year of high school, he can't help but feel as if the world is weighing down on him. As if he is expected to be on top of things in his double life. Luckily he has someone who helps as a distraction from his chaotic life and reminds him he is more than the suit and powers.

Peter couldn't help but feel as if he was gonna explode. There was no way anyone could take on the responsibilities he had without going insane, and Peter was pretty sure he was about to lose it - assuming he hasn't already. Not only does he have a physics test at the end of the week that he did not begin to study for yet, he also needs to stay out longer than his usual hours in the night to patrol the area. The latter of the two leaves him feeling exhausted to even study for the former.

Lately, Peter has been feeling as if he has a heavy weight on his shoulders wherever he goes. As Spider-Man, he is expected to always be there whenever he was needed. It was a service he should never turn away from, not that he ever would, but he can't help but feel that being Spider-Man is starting to become a huge burden on his part. He feels horrible for thinking that since there are people out there that really needed his help, but this job has been taking away from his normal life as Peter Parker. Nevertheless he keeps those thoughts to himself, not wanting to come off as selfish.

Despite the chaos he attracts being Spider-Man and the add on stress he accumulates from trying to keep up with his normal life, Peter always knows who exactly to turn to whenever it gets too much for him. His best friend Y/n Y/l/n, who he met at the start of their freshman year, was always able to take his mind off from reality and just allow him to exist peacefully. Of course she didn't know he was Spider-Man at first but eventually she found out - Peter isn't exactly a master of subterfuge - and she was completely understanding as too why he kept it a secret.

What Peter loved most about his friendship with Y/n is that she leaves him alone without actually leaving him. She never strings up a conversation about anything to do with him being Spider-Man or about different assignments he forgot to finish for various classes. He appreciates it, he appreciates her for it. She was just what he needed, a distraction from everything.

Y/n would always strike up conversations about different things whenever Peter comes to her. If he is tired from his patroling duties and needs to rest a bit, he swings by Y/n's house and she tells him about this new book she is reading that has a character with the same name as him but differs in personality. If he is upset because a teacher of his randomly gives out a pop quiz for which he, well, no one was prepared for, Peter would find Y/n after school so he could walk her home all the while she brings up the topic of alien existence and how she feels it is selfish of people to think we are the only living creatures in the galaxy. He would have to introduce her to Thor one day, they'd hit it off immediately.

"Like are you kidding me? There is more to all of this and you have the nerve to say I'll believe it when I see it!? Imbeciles!!" She huffs as Peter laughs at her outburst, seeming to have forgotten why he was so upset in the first place.

Or if he just wants to hang out with someone he finds cool Peter would invite Y/n over to his house and she would talk about the two ladybugs that landed on her right shoulder earlier that day. Trying to figure out what it could mean and she would ask Peter what he thinks off it, genuinely wanting to hear his thoughts on this - another thing he loved about their friendship.

All these things are a part of the many reasons as to why he started to gain feelings for the y/h/c haired girl. She is so absorbed in knowing he is more than just Spider-Man. She reminds him that he is not the center of the world just because he saved it a couple times and he never chose to be either. To Y/n he was just Pete, her kind friend who helps to carry her many books she borrows from the library home so she won't struggle with it. Her amazing friend who she always asks for his input on certain things so she can have more perspective. He never found her irritating or weird whenever she would ramble on about anything she deemed interesting and she appreciated that. For Peter she was just Y/n, the girl that needs him to hold her things from time to time as she tells him about the latest updates on the many conspiracy theories she finds interesting. He wanted her to be more than just what they are to each other though he didn't know if she felt the same way at all.

It took Peter a while to come to terms with the fact that he had feelings for Y/n. It started off with him noticing small little details about the girl like the little strands of hair that were left out when she would put her hair up in a bun or ponytail. Or whenever she would be doing anything like making a snack or doing other small things, she would make a little song out of it and sing it to herself while completing these tasks, which he found absolutely adorable. He caught her singing about making soup one time while she was putting said soup on the stove to heat up once, he really wished he had brought his phone with him so he could record it. Even smaller details he notices like how her eyes would sparkle a bit whenever she talked about her favorite books or movies. At first Peter mistaked all of this as just his admiration for the y/h/c haired girl but it never stopped with the observations.

Peter found himself missings his best friend's presence a lot. Even after only a few hours of seeing her, he wanted to be with her again and listen to her talk for hours on end. He didn't know why at first but he just blew it off as nothing.

As time went on, Peter knew he couldn't deny it any longer. He knew why he was feeling these things but he just didn't want to believe it because then it would change everything. If she didn't feel the same way then it would totally ruin their friendship, everything would just be awkward and he would not be able to go to her when things ever get hard for him because he would be too embarrassed. He didn't want to jeopordize their friendship so he kept his feelings to himself. Thinking it would be for the best because these feelings were only one sided. He couldn't be more wrong.

Y/n invited Peter over after school so they could study together for their upcoming physics test, god knows Peter absolutely needed it. His duties as Spider-Man barley left him any time to study at all. Luckily for him, Happy let him have a couple of days off to prepare for it, after much persuasion.

They were both sitting on her bed looking through their notes and quizzing each other from time to time. An hour had passed and Y/n, bored out of her mind, decides that they should take a little break.

"Alright I'm beat, lets take a break yeah?" She looks to Peter and he agrees.

"Yeah a break sounds good, I'll go get those cookies your mom made from the fridge. Be right back." He then got off her bed to go to the kitchen.

Y/n then decided to play some music so she connects her phone to her speaker and puts her music on shuffle. She smiles when fallingforyou by The 1975 starts playing and she softly sings along to it.

What time you coming home?

We started losing light

I'll never get it right

If you don't want me 'round

I'm so excited for the night

All we need's my bike

And your enormous house

Peter came back with the cookies and stopped by the doorway when he heard Y/n’s voice. He just stood there in awe while she sung softly with her eyes closed. He smiled and his heart swelled at the sight. He knew she liked to sing but he never really got to hear her voice until now. Peter honestly couldn't be more infatuated with her than in this moment.

Y/n opened her eyes when she felt a presence and blushed when she saw Peter standing by the door smiling at her.

"Your voice is beautiful Y/n." Peter walked towards the bed and placed the cookies down then looked at the her and smiled when he saw her blush more.

"Thanks Pete." She bashfully smiled back and they stared at each other for a bit until she finally worked up the courage to say this next thing.

"Um, do you wanna dance with me? I mean you don't have to but I just love this song and I've always wanted to dance to it but-"

Peter cut her off with a smile "I'd love to."

They both stood up and faced each other in the middle of the room. Y/n moved closer and placed her hands on Peter's shoulders and Peter hesitantly put his hands on her waist. They then started to sway as the music softly played in the background.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

Y/n moved closer to lean her head on Peter's chest and he hoped that she wouldn't notice how fast his heart was beating in that moment. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt about her so badly but he just didn't want to risk losing their friendship. She just made him feel so many things that he couldn't help but want more than this.

According to your heart

My place is not deliberate

The feeling of your arms

"I can hear the gears in your head turning rapidly Pete. Penny for your thoughts?" The girl on his mind chuckled and looked up at him smiling. God he loved her smile.

"It's-It's nothing I just-" he sighed and she tilted her head in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

I don't wanna be your friend

I wanna kiss your neck

Screw it he thought and leaned in until his lips connected with hers. Y/n's eyes widened for just a split second before she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Her hands tangling into his soft brown locks while his hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer.

They both pull back when air was needed and Y/n leaned her forehead against Peter's. They both were smiling at each other and the latter spoke up.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time you know." He chuckled softly and she giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Me too Peter." They both shared a laugh and with that they leaned in to kiss once more as the song was finishing it's course.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

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