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My World Ends With You (1/2) | Miguel O'hara x M!Reader

Miguel x Husband!Reader W/C: 4.7k

#SFW, hurt/comfort, infidelity, toxic relationships, brief verbal abuse, mending relationships, difficult/complex feelings and emotions, things work out in the end, nobody dies, the zombies aren't that important, old men just really going through it, ZOMBIES BABEY

Note: Tis a continuation of Till Death Do Us Part . Would rec reading that first lest you get mad confused

“Did Miguel cheat on you?”

The question caught you off guard. As far as you knew, only a handful of people got the gist of what happened, and even fewer knew the exact reason why everything systematically fell apart.

“How'd you–who told you?” You asked Gwen, surprise and trepidation creasing your brow.

The young lady shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest tighter as she leaned toward the fire you'd made–the one you made out of pure restlessness from staying inside for too long. You decided to pretend you were out in the great outdoors like the old days, and set up a ring of rocks and chairs on the roof to escape the fluorescent lights and white walls. Evidently, Gwen needed a break from it all, too.

“Gabi.” She fiddled with her toque and cleared her throat. “She, uh--y'know. She mentioned it.”

“Huh.” Your gaze wandered away from Gwen, and back to the fire. “I didn't think she'd remember.”

“How old was she? When it happened, I mean.”

“Must've been 11. We split when she was 13, I'm pretty sure.” You sighed and leaned back in your shitty old soccer mom chair. “Guess we were bad at hiding it.”

“Pretty hard to hide that kinda thing from your kid,” Gwen mumbled, dwelling on something ancient and sore in the depths of her memories. “They're more perceptive than you think.”

You nodded. The stars caught your attention and you stared up, gazing upon the winking lights and shooting comets flying by. Most of those celestial bodies were there when everything happened. Did they remember, too? Were they haunted, too?

“Yeah. My parents thought I didn't know nothin’ either. They didn't know how wrong that was,” you agreed.

“So he did cheat on you?” Gwen asked. You nodded. She scoffed. “But--why? He always acts so lovey-dovey and gross around you. Why would he–?”

“Good people do bad things,” you said, and continued before she could cut in, “‘n bad people do good things, sometimes.”

“So which camp is he in?” She asked.

“Pretty sure he's mostly good.”

“Pretty sure?”

You chuckled. “I've met ‘bad guys,’ believe me.” You took a breath and nudged some logs around in the fire with a stick. “Miguel ain't like them. He's full of himself, arrogant, stubborn ‘n all that, but he's helped people. He's helping people, even if he's got a crap attitude about it.”

“Right,” Gwen breathed. Her voice carried something heavy with it. Something uncertain and unwavering, like the teeter of winter into spring, or thunder that wondered if it might rain. Her restless energy mirrored the fire as it roiled and spat brilliant sprays of embers into the cold, night sky; only, the fire would eventually die down, calm itself into blackened coals. Gwen’s torch would not fade as such.

“You think he’s a bad guy?” You asked.

“Never really thought he was a good guy.” She rubbed the back of her neck before sighing. “But. Yeah. Never thought he was a bad guy, either. Kinda feels like a vigilante, or something. But less cool.”

You smiled when you peered over at her. “Maybe like an antihero?”

“Way less cool than that, but yeah. Sure. An antihero,” she huffed. “But you’re a blue-blood. I don’t think those types are supposed to get along.”

That made you laugh. “I think they get along pretty well. They do in the comics, even if they don’t see eye-to-eye on everything.”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “You mean most things?”

You nodded. “Yeah, most things.” You tucked your hands into your pockets and gazed up again, this time losing your thoughts to the endless void of grey sweeping in and devouring all light in the sky. “You don't need to worry about me, Gwen. There’re more–”

“More important things to worry about?” She finished, not sounding too impressed. “Feels like you're using the end of the world as an excuse.”

You frowned, and wiped the dew of melted snowflakes from your cheek. “Maybe you got yourself a point, there.”

–

You were the new kid in year 12. Normally, no one gave a shit–it was New York, after all–but you had a tendency to catch everyone's attention when you never sought to try.

You were a country boy. A fella with a strange tendency to be kind and hold doors open for ladies or help some sorry idiot pick up their dropped assignment. That gentle lilt in your voice, the only evidence that you weren't from the city, always had people staring your way. Boys would mock you, especially when their girls flushed soft colours and whispered while they glanced your way. It didn't help that you were handsome as all hell, too.

And one day, like a fucking fairytale, Miguel finally ran into you and got hit with the triple threat that was your accent, face, and genuinity–what he didn't expect, however, was to meet you at the Kwan's ranch.

You were clad in boots and jeans and a stupid cliche cowboy hat hung around your neck, hiding the impressive display of shoulder blades flexing and rippling with strong muscle as you shoveled and cleaned out the old hay and debris from the stables. Something warm and melodious trilled under your breath as you worked, and it beckoned like a siren's song--so captivating Miguel couldn't help himself.

“Hey,” he said.

You looked over your broad shoulder and blinked a few times, like you were showing off the brilliant hue of your eyes on purpose. A kindly smile made you shine brighter, too, like the sun somehow lit you up from within.

“Howdy,” you said.

“Howdy?” Miguel snorted and tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts as he wandered in. “That's a little too country, isn't it?”

“Is it now?” The twang in your voice must’ve been fake. No normal person sounded like they were ripped straight from a Western. “Maybe you're just too city.”

“Hm.” Miguel crossed his arms and leaned against a beam as he watched you continue to work. “Maybe.”

“Come on, now,” you laughed, “I can smell the city on you. Could probably taste it, too, if I could.”

Miguel's face burned. His heart pitter-pattered just a little bit faster, soon going a lot faster when he registered the wink you threw his way. Were you flirting? Was it working? Was Miguel swooning?

Yes, yes and yes.

–

“Y'know, you don't have to be such a busy body,” Miguel said, wandering into the lab-turned-greenhouse. He had to admit, it looked good. Peaceful. And it certainly helped with keeping everyone fed and happy. So did your presence at Alchemax; you and Gabriella felt like a fresh coat of paint on a beat-up old car. A nice change. Good additions.

And Miguel felt complete now that you were with him, too. There were still issues, still things to work out and problems to talk about, but it felt nice to work towards something selfish and meaningful. Something that was wholly and unabashedly for him and him alone.

But you were such a restless man. All day, every day, Miguel found you working; clearing snow, repotting, sowing seeds, cleaning, teaching, handyman-ing were all on your resume of husband material and so clearly those skills ruled your mind every waking hour of every day. It didn't help that the other folks In the colony realized just how much of a do-gooder sweetheart you were. Miguel was one more flirty comment away from nuking the building.

But the way you smiled in the face of adversity let him keep a reasonable cool. Whether it was your awkward attempt to be cordial with someone who so clearly thirsted for you and your attention, or in a sheepish and innocently guilty way whenever Miguel called you out for working too much, you had a way of melting his frigid heart into something cool and light like an autumnal spring.

“I’m just puttering,” you hummed, pausing what you were doing to lean in and give him a kiss, careful to keep your dirt-crusted hands away from him and his neatness. “Just movin’ some of these into bigger pots. Don’t want them to go dying on us.”

“I think they’d live.” Miguel hummed as he looked over the array of little plants sprouting with flourishes of brilliant emerald. His hand slipped to the small of your back before his arms looped around your waist, and he pulled you flush against his chest. “I need you more than they do.”

You laughed, soft and smoky. “That right?”

“Yeah.” Miguel left a sweet kiss on your neck, right on the odd, heart-shaped-ish scar he used to leave hickeys over back in the day. “They’re not the only ones that need fertilizing.”

“Christ. Did Pete teach you that one?” You laughed, but didn’t crumble and fertilize Miguel. Damn.

Your partner huffed. “Come on, just–can’t you take a break, viejo?” He kissed your neck another handful of times and buried his face into the strong curve of your shoulder with a most petulant sigh. “Feels like I only get to see you when we go to bed.”

“Not much different from how it used to be,” you said. “I worked nights, you worked days. Hardly got to see each other.”

“I hated it,” Miguel mumbled. And you actually paused, your busy hands halting with the rest of your body. “I wanted you home with me. I didn’t want you to work nights.”

He felt you shift again, the sound of your hands under running water sparking hope in his chest. But he snuffed it out himself–he knew you too well. You weren’t the type to stop when something needed to be done. Miguel couldn’t fault you for it, though, not when he was the exact same way.

“Miggs.” You turned in his arms and held the sides of his face. “I’m not going anywhere. No night shifts, no driving after gun-toutin’ idiots on the highway, no overtime. You can always find me if you need me.”

“Would you've come for me and Dana–” he stopped, a bout of regret punching the words back down his throat. The sudden distance in your eyes and the stiffness of your touch haunted him. Why did he have to talk? Why was he still chasing you away like this?

“Don't,” Miguel pleaded, his hands flying up to your arms, holding you still.

An overcast of something chased away the far look. Miguel wished he could read you as easily as you read him. He didn't know what you were thinking. Did he ever?

“I still have some things I'm working on getting past, Miggs,” you managed. “I don't--I'm trying.”

Miguel nodded. What could he say, really? Try harder? Love me more? Get over it already? Your marriage reached a difficult point before the apocalypse; now, it'd climbed to new heights, but problems erased themselves thanks to the simple fact that the world had ended. There were more deadly things to worry about in the present.

“Just let me know if I can help,” your partner offered. And you smiled, tired and weary, unknowingly soothing the frigid panic freezing Miguel's veins.

“Promise I will.” You gently stroked the arch of his cheekbone with the back of your knuckles. “Just don't worry too much. I'm alright.”

And he believed you.

–

“Who's your friend?”

The question drove Miguel insane, like a chisel tapping away at marble. Because everyone asked when they saw you, a stupidly handsome, ridiculously tall, polite southern gentleman dressed to the nines in a custom suit Miguel picked out himself–garments he picked out for his fiancé. His betrothed. His to-be husband.

Miguel's coworkers knew he was taken. He thought it'd be obvious by whom since, well, he rolled up to the event with you and had complimentary outfits with you and you were wearing a fucking ring on the finger.

Still, countless folks introduced themselves to you, sweeping you up into conversations and leaning in too close for comfort. Miguel’s ego swelled, sure; he had the most impeccable, handsome, perfect man in the world, but his jealousy chomped away at his temper. He didn't like people thinking they had a chance with you. It was funny at first, but you were too nice to snap at them, to put them in their places. And, quite frankly, Miguel had had more than enough of watching his damn coworkers throw themselves at you the second they heard that stupid, endearing drawl or saw your charming, lopsided smile.

He floated to your side, anchoring an arm around your waist while his other hand held a crystalline glass of something golden and fancy.

“Hey,” Miguel hummed as your eyes met, and he leaned in, planting a soft, sweet peck onto your lips. “Havin’ fun?” The energy around the bystanders shifted dramatically. Miguel felt more pleased than a lion catching its prey.

“Better now that you’re here,” you hummed, eyes creasing with a gentle tilt of your lips. He loved that look on you. It was the same one you wore every morning when you cooed your sweet good morning-s.

“I make everything better,” Miguel agreed. He finished his drink and handed it off to whatever poor sod stood beside him. “Guess they haven’t heard the good news.”

Your head tilted as whispers spread around you both. “Thought you would’ve told ‘em by now, honey.”

“Well,” Miguel said, sing-songy and so obviously annoyed and bitter with how annoying this event had been for him. He took your hand and brought it up, feigning examination while purposefully catching the light on the band of gold hugging your finger. “I didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to not put two and two together.”

With that, the vibe died. Soft scoffs and muttered words were left in the wake of party-goers as they abandoned the two of you. Some offered anxious goodbyes to you before shuffling off, but many who’d been burned and shit on by Miguel in the past were not pleasant enough to separate you from your man. Which Miguel preferred.

Miguel smirked to himself, satisfied with his work. Though, when he met your eyes, you looked anything but impressed. Oops. He probably should’ve considered the aftermath.

“Look, they should know who they're messing with,” he testified.

You quirked a brow. “You mean who they're talkin’ to?”

Miguel huffed, the smallest of pouts forming. “Don't give me that. They were all over you.”

“Honey, no one's ever gonna replace you, alright? You've got nothin’ to worry about.” Still exasperated, you smiled, and fixed his tie for him, giving it a light tug and tucking it back against his breast neatly. “You think I'd ever fool around behind your back?”

“What? No.” Why wouldn’t you? You were handsome, a gentleman, a man who could have anything and anyone you wanted with looks and charm alone. So maybe–maybe that's why Miguel did what he did. Maybe he was trying to show you just how wrong you were.

“Exactly. Now, you stop worrying and try to enjoy the event, alright? Promise I'll stay by your side for peace of mind,” you said with a wink. Miguel melted. You were too good for him.

“Por dios–yeah, alright, okay. Fine.” He huffed and pulled you in close to him again and gave you a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

And of course, it was in that moment Dana passed him by with a smile full of secrets and damning evidence–a vault that he wanted to break open and force you to face.

–

Miles fucked up.

He yanked open that fucking car door–specifically when told not to–and set off the dinner bell for whatever undeads still wandered the streets of New York.

The race through the city streets wasn't so easy, not after years of the military, militia and more trying to block off streets, take a stance against the unending hordes threatening human existence–tanks, trucks, barricades and more littered and cluttered the streets like the puddles after a storm. Every vault and jump was uncertain despite determined, never really knowing if the next car the group jumped onto would throw one of you to the ground with a broken leg or twisted ankle. Miguel almost wished Miles shattered his knee.

Especially when you nearly didn't make it inside.

Miguel pulled you through just as they got the shitty garage door down, and he pulled you up, eyes wide and jaw set as pain jolted your features.

“Hey, hey, what's–you're fine. You're fine,” he whispered. His hand frantically touched where they could before settling on either side of your face as you both fought to catch your breath. “You're fine.”

But you shook your head. “I, uh--need you to back away from me, baby.”

“No.”

“I gotta make sure, be careful–”

“No.”

You pulled his hands away from your face, and Miguel saw liquid ruby stain his skin, too.

“Listen,” you rasped as you limped toward a rundown car with your cuffs unlatched from your belt. “We gotta–gotta clear the shop. Miggs, you take care of the doors.”

But he didn’t. He stood still, shoulders rolling with the heavy breaths he sucked in while you and Gwen puttered around the small, homely garage to the tune of the undead hissing and snarling just beyond the metal door. Miguel took a deep breath, in through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the–

“I–uh, what should I do?” Miles asked.

Miguel whirled around and stalked to him, explosive rage fuelling his steps across the room. He grabbed Miles’ shirt and slammed him into the wall, looming over him like a titan.

“You are not going to do anything,” Miguel growled. Miles’ eyes widened as he shrunk. “This is your fucking fault in the first place.”

“Hey, he’s just a kid–” Gwen tried, but Miguel’s quick glance her way stalled her. “He didn’t mean to–”

“That’s the problem. He doesn’t know how to survive out here and he’s not willing to use his fucking brain to fill in the gaps.”

“Dude, let go of me!” Miles snapped, panic lancing through the quiver in his voice. “You can’t–” Miguel slammed him into the wall again. The undead shrieked and howled a mere half a foot away beyond the stone walls barring them out.

Miguel basked in the dread eating away at Miles’ confidence. “It was a mistake to bring you here. You were a mis–”

You yanked Miguel off the kid and slammed him into the wall, hand clapping over your partner’s mouth while your red-hot stare bore into the back of his skull and pinned him still. Your other hand held firm over his throat. You didn’t hurt him, but the fingertips digging into the straining tendons of Miguel’s neck threatened the opposite.

“Quiet,” is what you commanded.

The room fell silent. And it stayed that way. It was hard to tell if anyone still breathed or lived in the minutes you all stood, patient, suffocating, and you stayed in that unsure limbo while the bloodthirsty reverie gradually de-crescendoed in the placid muteness. Slowly, slowly, with each wandering corpse that left to chase errant noises or to wander aimlessly with no mission left in mind, the air in your sanctuary began to heal.

Your grip became kinder, and you let go, staggering back on unsteady legs. Then, you collapsed.

–

Your injury turned out to be a gash, not a bite. It ran across your shoulder horizontally, accented by a few other gouges bloodying your exhausted face and Miguel's busy hands.

He stitched you up carefully yet thoroughly, eagerly trying to finish the job while you squeezed your eyes closed and gnawed on the belt wedged between your teeth. To your credit, you handled the temp stitches well. You only really shifted and panicked when Miguel tried to flush the wound with what water he had on hand.

“That should hold until we get back,” he murmured for your ears only. He cut the thread with his teeth after tying it off, and wrapped your arm with a strip of torn shirt.

You nodded tiredly and let him take the belt from between your teeth. “Thank you.” You sat up a little straighter against the wall and took deep breaths, eyes squeezed closed and brow beaded with sweat.

Heat flared in Miguel’s chest. If not for you, Miguel would have ripped Miles a new one. He might have even thrown him to the undead in your name. If you'd come out infected, doomed to die, he'd make sure Miles suffered the same.

“Don't be so hard on him,” you rasped, voice blending with the soft crackle of the unconvincing campfire.

Miguel's stare hardened into ice. “He could've–”

“Miguel.” He looked at you, and melted as you leaned into his warmth. “Lectures can wait. We need to get home first.”

You were right. And it enraged Miguel further. He wanted to take his anger out on something, or better yet someone, but you just–

“You remember when you proposed?” You whispered.

The creases between Miguel's brows lifted and smoothed. “‘Course I remember.” He slid a careful arm around your waist and held you to his side. He kissed the top of your head and inhaled your scent. “You were coming home from a night shift.”

He remembered it too clearly, actually. You, being exhausted and out of it, still suited up in your uniform when you came through the door with a yawn.

Coffee, your other beloved, lured you to the kitchen where Miguel knew you'd find him. Though he hated not waking up beside you those mornings, he cherished the sleepy back hugs you'd greet him with while you both waited for the carafe to fill.

“Mornin’,” you grumbled into his neck between small kisses. “Sleep good?”

Miguel always leaned back into you and basked in the wander of your hands and the scent of cigarettes hiding in your words. It all meshed too well with the bitterness of coffee. “Woulda slept better with you here.”

You hummed, crackly and apologetic. “Good thing that was my last night shift this block, hey? Get to wake up with you tomorrow.” Your fingertips dragged up the hem of shirt in your search to feel the dips and curves of his toned stomach. “And the next day, and the next day…”

Miguel turned in your arms to spy your drowsy smile. He cupped your face, running his thumbs along the bags under your eyes, before giving you a peck. “I think you need a nap, mi amor.”

“No, no, ‘m fine. Promise. Just need a shower ‘n I'll be right as rain.” You took one of his hands in your own and turned to kiss his palm. “Wouldn’t be opposed to a mid-morning nap, though.”

“Lucky for you, I'm getting back in bed after coffee's done.” Miguel kissed you again, purposely mooshing his nose against yours. “Go take a shower. I'll pour you a cup.”

You hummed, accepting the offer, and very very reluctantly separated from your lover. “Just don't make mine too crazy sweet, alright?”

Miguel huffed. “Tch. I don't even make it that sweet.” But you were already sauntering off to the ensuite, loud yawn punctuating your departure. “Pendejo.”

The coffee maker beeped not too long after. Thoughts of what to do with the weekend swirled through Miguel's mind with the springy, disoriented bounce of ADHD while he made up both of your coffees, one just sorta sweet, and one just a little (a lot) sweeter. Honestly, Miguel was bad at making coffee to your taste. Too often he'd watch you stand at the coffee maker, measuring cream, sugar and coffee in your quest to achieve a perfect bitterness to sweetness ratio.

But when Miguel made you coffee, you never complained. Simply requested it not be too sweet. And everytime Miguel handed you that cup, trepidation filling the childish part of his pride, you always declared it was perfect from the first sip.

Perfect. Like you. Like his life. That's why he needed to–

“Honey,” you called, bringing your partner back to the present. He turned to you, eyebrows raising in interest at just how low the towel hung from your hips–until he saw the small box in your hand. That made his heart start pounding.

Miguel crossed his arms and cleared his throat, trying to hide his sheer panic. “Where did you–”

“You forgot it in the bathroom. I think. Found it on the counter.”

Shit. Fuck. Shit. He really forgot to put that stupid thing away. He really went all cliché romcom and rehearsed in front of the mirror and didn't put the fucking ring away. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was supposed to be a goddamn genius, and yet–

You opened the box because of course you would. Anyone with a shred of curiosity would. And you whistled in a way that only cowboys could. Back when you were both young, you whistled at Miguel like that when he walked by. Lyla said you weren't one to do that, that that was a first for you.

“Damn. This thing looks expensive.” You pulled the gold ring out and looked it over as Miguel came to you. The band was simple gold, yes, but inlaid was a diamond flanked by your birthstone and his, all shaped in a striking baguette cut. The piece was simple and masculine, something befitting you entirely.

But you were too out of it to realize what the fuck it was you were holding.

“Bet I could buy a farm with this.”

Miguel had to laugh a bit at that. “Most people would say a house, you know.”

“Farm's better. Comes with a house.” You snatched up his hand and examined his fingers, probably sizing up which one the ring–your ring--was supposed to fit on. “Either way, you’re gonna turn heads with a whole mortgage on your finger, I'll tell you what.”

Miguel's chest warmed. Maybe because of your smooth way of talking, or maybe because you were too sweet and admiring of your partner. Miguel couldn't tell. But it was probably both.

“On my finger?” He repeated as he plucked the ring from the box. His heart beat in his ears. His face burned. But it was now or never. “I think it'd look better on yours.”

“What?” You asked, soft and confused, sorta like you'd realized what that ring meant halfway through. “Wait, wait–”

“I was going to.” Miguel slid the fine gold band on your left ring finger. “But then you ruined the surprise.”

There was something magical in that moment. Your hand in Miguel's, the sparkle of new promise shining on your finger, the glitter of crystals pooling in your eyes. And your eyes were so wide, like you didn't quite believe Miguel would want to marry someone like you, so he had to say it, if not for the cliché, movie finale:

“Will you marry m–”

You kissed him before he could finish. Your arms flew around his neck as your weight hit him like a ton of bricks. But he caught you both and held you close, laughing against your lips as the ball of doubt unraveled as every whispered chant of ‘yes, yes, yes,’ touched his skin.

Those days were good. They were simple. They were The start of everything Miguel could have dreamed of–and then he ruined it.

“Still hard to believe you wanted me, sometimes,” you reminisced, looking down at the dull, chipped set of rings hugging your finger still.

“You're the only one,” he murmured into your hair. “Even when–even if I–no matter what. No matter what, it was always you. It'll always be you.” Then where's your ring, Miguel?

You hummed and sunk into your partner's warmth more, staying silent with your thoughts as you watched the dim flicker of the fire and the two others collapsed around it. “Try not to be so hard on Miles.” Ah. “He screwed up. But we need to keep morale up.”

Miguel huffed. “So you only mentioned our–you just wanted me to stop thinking about today.”

“I wanted you to relax, sweetheart.” God, that smile was so clear in your voice.

“Tch. Pendejo. He deserves to be yelled at.”

“By his father. At home. Where it's safe.”

“Fine.”

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feyhunter78 · 2 years ago

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Pink Pastels Pt 17

Description: It's a three-day weekend, so you go out dancing, run into Miguel, and Gabi does her own investigating.

Pt 18

You’re really not sure how you didn’t make the connection between Miguel and Spiderman before. They have the same build, similar voices, they do that same head tilt thing, and they call you cariño, along with a few other heart-stopping petnames.

“Y/N, y/n, earth to y/n.” Janey is waving her hand in front of your face, her bag on her shoulder.

You snap back to reality and scroll past the news footage of Spiderman saving a bus full of senior citizens. “Yeah, sorry, I’m listening.”

“Are you? Because Principal Alan just emailed us saying a water line broke, so school is canceled tomorrow, and I was trying to tell you about it.”

“Really? So, we get a three-day weekend?” You set down your phone, face down, so you aren’t tempted to pick it back up and obsessively search for more footage of Spiderman.

“Yeah, so I’m thinking we go out tonight?” Janey suggests a mischievous expression on her face.

“Oh no, no, are we going to one of those weird clubs where all the drinks aren’t called what they actually are, and the DJ wears a mask or something weird like that?”

Janey rolls her eyes playfully. “I take you to one speakeasy that’s a little weird—”

“A little? Janey, people were having sex just like, on the floor.”

“That is not usually a part of it, that was really weird.” Janey admits, giving you an apologetic smile. “But still, I know this new club, it’s really cool, and not weird at all.”

Janey is a liar. The club is super weird. All the employees are dressed in an odd sequined fabric, the drinks are dirt cheap, the DJ keeps switching up the songs halfway through, and the whole place is housed in an abandoned hospital.

“Janey, this place blows, can we please leave?” You shout over the music, trying to pretend you’re not grossed out by the couple making out on a decades old hospital bed.

“It’s an experience, y/n, just relax, have another drink, if the music doesn’t get better by the time, it’s midnight we’ll leave.”

You look at your phone, it’s eleven thirty now, you can tough it out for thirty more minutes.

“Okay, but you get my drink, and I’ll save our spot.”

Janey smiles and thanks you, then disappears into the crowd.

You sway to the music, watching the others around you. Everyone seems to be having a lot more fun than you. Then the song changes, the bass so loud you feel it in your chest.

Janey returns and hands you your drink. You both clink your plastic cups together and down them.

“Oh, that is so bad, ew, ew, ew, what the fuck was in that gasoline?” Janey crinkles her nose, coughing into her elbow.

Yours was pretty bad too, but you’re used to drinking shitty drinks from your time with Todd.

“Let’s just dance, I kind of like this song.” You say, holding your hands out to Janey and pulling her further into the crowd.

You leave the club right at midnight, pleasantly buzzed but not drunk, and you two share a cab back to your apartments, with Janey promising that next time she’ll pick a better place.

You wave goodbye and take the elevator up to your apartment, smoothing out your dress in the reflection on the doors. Tight, low cut, a gorgeous color, you love this dress because you just look so damn good in it.

Part of you wonders what Miguel would think of it. You toy with the idea of knocking on his door, pretending you need his help with something but think better of it. It’s midnight, Gabi is most definitely asleep, you don’t want to accidentally wake her up and have her see you in a clubbing outfit.

The elevator doors ding, you step out, and run straight into Miguel.

He looks you up and down, then cocks an eyebrow. “Night out?”

You try to subtly tug down your skirt. “Yeah, but it was kind of lame, so we left early.”

His eyes flicker behind you. “We?”

“Janey and I.”

He visibly relaxes and stretches his arms behind his head. “Can’t sleep, thought I’d go for a run.”

Your eyes drink in the bend of his arms, the flexing of his muscles through the long sleeves of his form fitting gray shirt.

You want him bad, so bad you start to open your mouth to say something you’ll blame on the alcohol flooding through your system, then you remember Gabi’s face. How she clung to you crying, how scared she was that you’d never come back.

You can’t mess this up, can’t throw yourself at Miguel just because he’s kind, smart, handsome, a good dad, and he eats pussy like a fucking champ. You have to be smart about this, it’s not just you and him, but you, him, and Gabi. And you will never do anything to hurt Gabi, and you’re sure neither would Miguel.

“That’s too bad, hopefully it’ll tire you out.” You say, forcing yourself to meet his eyes and steady your breathing.

“And what about you? Up for a run?” His voice dips low, and you know exactly what he’s asking.

“I can’t.” You say even as you scream internally, the parts of your brain fueled by lust cussing you out six ways to Sunday. “I’m so beat, and I’ve been drinking, it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Miguel scans you once more, then nods. “Take an Advil before you go to bed, I’m making you breakfast, I’ll see you at ten.”

You buffer for a moment. Is he asking you out on a date?

“If you’d like, no pressure.” He backtracks, rubbing the back of his neck, his expression sheepish and nervous?

Is Miguel O’Hara nervous?

You step closer to him and brush your painted lips across his cheek, leaving a perfect imprint of your lips, the pink of your lipstick complimenting his tanned skin. “I’d like that. I’ll see you at ten.”

Then you slip into your apartment, flop down onto your couch, and scream into the nearest pillow.

“Lyla?”

“Yeah, Gabi?” Lyla pops into the room, her form dimmed to match the low light of her room.

“Is Papá here?”

“It looks like he’s in the hallway with y/n, do you want me to tell him you’re awake?” She’s sitting beside Gabi’s bed now, a concerned look on her face.

Gabi turns onto her back, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. “No, it’s okay.”

Lyla hums in response. “Anything else kiddo?”

“Can you see if Ms. Y/N is single?”

“Sure, one second.”

Gabi hugs her bear tighter as she waits.

“She is, and it looks like…oh, ya know what, maybe your dad should tell you this stuff.”

“Lyla, come on, I thought you were cool.” Gabi pouts, sitting up in her bed and staring at Lyla’s shifting form.

“Ugh, okay but, promise me you’ll tell your dad you heard about this on the news or something.”

“I promise.” Gabi says, rubbing at her eyes, sleep already pulling at her, beckoning her back to dreamland.

“Todd Jameson, twenty-six, found dead in the Brooklyn River. Apparently, he was pretty scratched up, but that was probably from the stuff that was in the river.” Lyla bites her lip then continues. “Anyways in other news, a water pipe burst in your school, so you get a three-day weekend! That’s super exciting, congrats, kiddo.”

“No school tomorrow, yay.” Gabi yawns and lays back down, snuggling closer to Oso.

“Yep, no school, so just get some sleep, okay? Don’t think about anything but how much fun you’re gonna have with your dad on this three-day weekend.” Lyla urges, her tone soft as Gabi drifts off to sleep.

“Promise me you’ll tell Papá that Ms. Y/N is single.” Gabi insists, fighting sleep like a wild honey badger.

“I will, I promise. Now sleep, three-day weekend.”

“Three day weekend.” Gabi whispers, her head drooping, and her breathing evening out as Lyla dissipates from the room.

Miguel checks his watch to see a message from Lyla.

You couldn’t have been any more subtle with his death, could you?

He chuckles and dons his suit. Looks like he needs to get rid of a body.

Posting this while I wait for my flight bc I couldn’t wait any longer to get it to y’all!!!!

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moonspirit · 7 months ago

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I want the ambassadors to grow old and look back with " we were KIDS"

I want Reiner to babysit some 10 yos and suddenly realise he was that age when he broke into Shiganshina. To get angry, because how could they expect that of him, Annie and Berthold, when he can barely let a kid in the same room as a pot of boiling water.

For them to get older than Levi was and still feel way too young.

For Gabi to grow bigger than Sashas uniform.

For Armin to grow old enough to see 22 yos as young and reckless and think how he's outlived Eren twice over. For them to be angry at how unfair it was.

I wonder how Levi feels, seeing the Ambassadors grow OLD. Scouts don't grow old. They die, they're lucky to have a funeral. But they outlived the scouts, their purpose, and Levi gets to rest without worrying they'll die while he does it. Can Levi even rest? Does he know how to?

Oohhhhh I love this T^T

The fact that the Ambassadors get to grow old and satisfied from long life is a beautiful, heartwarming thing in itself. It's going to be a source of exhilarating joy and immense sadness, and also one of severe dissimilarity. The Ambassadors, old and wrinkled in the skin, see children of sixteen and seventeen flying kites and racing to the beach, and think of how it was that they were never afforded those carefree moments themselves.

Because the Ambassadors were kids until the Rumbling, and still are after the Rumbling. Life begins for them only after everything else has gone. So many died, to give them life. Perhaps sometimes, they wonder if they should enjoy life at all, if they deserve to.

But they are only humans, they are kids; they cannot help but chase each other down a hill and splash in sunset waters. They sleep well and sometimes don't, they eat better and fill out, their uniforms and harnesses gather dust and darkness in the bottom shelf of their cupboards as the years pass and hair turns grey. Suddenly Annie is in her fifties and Gabi is in her forties, Reiner's back hurts and Armin cannot go without glasses reflecting the sea.

Life stretches on and on, and for Levi too, it's years since his fleeting glimpse of the Hange and the dead Scouts. The Ackerman blood is not immune to the passage of time so his memories of their faces get a bit fuzzy. Still, he has no regrets about anything; death, life, or the claw marks his cat has left all over his nice bedsheets - and he closes the door to wait on the porch because Armin and the others will be dropping by for tea and cake soon.

There are children running on the streets and they were once children themselves, but all that is a distant, yet close memory. For all of the lines age and exasperation have carved on Jean's face, there is still uncontrolled laughter when Connie cracks a few bad ones and Pieck can still skip like a woman in her twenties.

The sun sets, and one day for the Ambassadors too, but for now, it will rise in a few hours again, and that is how it is for them as well - everyday is yet another to their long long lives as kids.

And, "Tch," says Levi to his old children, when they turn the corner and he spots them from the ivy-covered porch. "You're late."

#T^T thank you for sending this my heart is going all ogdsgdgiohdsghiodsihogsdg now #aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh long long kid lives for our ambassadors PLEASE doiwehgoweg #ask #midnightlighthowlite #headcanon #armin arlert #annie leonhart #pieck finger #jean kirstein #connie springer #reiner braun #gabi braun #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year ago

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hi I'm so excited for your dad Levi event I was wondering if you could do post war Levi

him and reader have been through everything together and never had time for romance but after the war they settle down and she gets pregnant because she always wanted a family

it was hard for me to not just dive into actual smut once i decided how i wanted to write this tbh

Mini-Us | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble

✧ word count ➼ ~700 ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff, suggestive but nothing too explicit

You knew the insomnia was hitting hard whenever you opened your eyes and the room was still shrouded in darkness. On some days, you'd get up right as the sun was rising, but this wasn't one of those days.

You heard some shuffling behind you and, upon turning, saw that Levi was also awake. From the look on his face, it seemed like he hadn't really slept since the two of you crawled into bed a few hours ago. You saw that he was shifting his weight to avoid placing any potential strain onto his bad knee and knew that it was flaring up again. It could've been what was causing his insomnia or vice versa, in which sitting in bed from not being able to sleep agitated it from him being stiff.

"Need me to grab something?" you asked quietly, your voice hoarse from just waking.

Levi looked over at you and shook his head.

"Just stay with me for a bit," he murmured.

"It's 4am," you teased, "where the fuck am I going to go?"

You smirked as you saw his eyebrows scrunch together into a frown, using this time to crawl underneath his arm and place your head on his chest. He tightened his grasp around you, pulling you securely up against his bare chest.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of the soap he had used while bathing that was mixing in with his own. It was comforting.

"Ever think about having a kid?"

The question immediately prompted you to pull back slightly so that you could see his face. You blinked a few times as you looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

You could almost feel the disappointment radiating from him through just his body posture alone.

The two of you had been around each other since forever, having met early throughout your time in the Scouts. You grew close fast and feelings blossomed within the blink of an eye, but you never officially got together until after the war. There just wasn't any time, with the war against the Titans, and then Marley, and then dealing with the events that led up to the Rumbling.

"Nevermind," he grumbled, avoiding your gaze and beginning to turn away.

"Nono, wait," you protested as you reached for him to turn him back towards you. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting the question. I'd..."

You trailed off as you pulled up recent memories of seeing Levi in the position of the fatherly caregiver: handing out candy to the child refugees or mentoring Falco and Gabi, which immediately prompted a small smile to appear on your face.

"I'd love that," you whispered. "You sure you'd be able to handle a mini-us running around?"

He blinked and looked right at you.

"I'm sure we'll manage," he spoke quietly, matching your tone.

You looked directly into his eyes, noting that the moon was reflecting off the gray of his good eye. You gently ran your fingers over his scars, always mesmerized with them and how it symbolized everything that the two of you had survived through.

He pulled you towards him, his soft lips gently pressing against yours. You let out a small 'mmm' as you moved your lips back against his, chills traveling throughout your body as you felt his hand drop from your cheek and down to your waist.

You reached to grab onto his wrist once you felt his hand traveling lower to give him pause, pushing back on his shoulder so that he was leaning back against his pillow. Your lips never lost contact with his as you slowly turned and raised your leg around him so that you were straddling him.

His hands grabbed onto your hips as your kisses grew more heated and you began to feel his tongue against your lips as the two of you got more and more lost within each other's embrace.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you realized a few weeks later that your cycle hadn't come, but you were—and so was he when you revealed the news that you were indeed pregnant with his child.

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marcobodtlives · 1 year ago

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AoT Character Deaths and How They Made Me Cry:

Marco (Reiner/Bertholdt POV): 9/10 lost my fucking mind, frothing at the mouth, sobbing, angry tears. He didn’t deserve that. He just wanted to talk. Also cried when Jean saw him by the pyre and before deciding to side with the Scouts not Jaegerists. And when Jean kissed his hand before fighting the female titan. And when Jean led all the survivors to kill the turned government officials after the rumbling began because it reminded me of when Marco told him he would make a great leader. Also cried when he wasn’t in the smoke at the ending.

Armin: 10/10 tried so hard not to sob, throat had a large lump, head was throbbing, couldn’t breathe properly. Didn’t think he was gonna come back from it and considered if the show would still feel the same without him.

Ymir: 4/10 unfortunately overshadowed by the fact that I was still connecting a lot of plot points and my brain hurt. I did tear up as Historia read the love letter. Also teared up a little when Reiner sniffed the stupid letter at the very end of the show, because it reminded me of Ymir and her first letter.

Sasha: 7/10 saw it coming, knew it in my heart and bones, but ultimately understood why her character was killed (from a narrative perspective). Teared up but was mostly in shock. Thought I could handle it, then several episodes later I saw the shot of Gabi looking like Sasha from behind and didn’t feel the tears till my cheeks were soaked in them. Cried quite hard when she was in the smoke and saw the look on Connie and Jean’s faces as they watched her disappear.

Colt: 6/10 (I know it wasn’t a major death but come on) he just wanted his broTHER TO BE OKAY COME ON - pour some (tears) out for ‘em.

Floch: 4/10 first watch I won’t lie I thought ‘finally, jesus’ but on the second watch I considered it more and felt a bit bad for him as he said his last words to Jean. He died for a cause in his heart, even if it was a cause birthed by revenge. Felt sad when I saw the building collapse in on his body, knowing he died so far from home. I’m still mad about how he treated Armin and Jean though, so not many tears.

Hange: 10/10 music moved me so hard I’ve never needed more tissues in my life. Sobbed as Hange fell, but had a smile on my face as they looked at the colossals in wonderment. Proud of them, wished it didn’t have to end this way.

Jean and Connie (transformation): 100/10 not knowing they survived I absolutely lost the plot. I was furious and sobbing. They deserved to see a future where their lives weren’t threatened. Felt awful inside. Tears flowing down my cheeks and neck. Pained. Raw, open sobs. Even more tears when I realised they were okay.

Eren: 7/10 I knew it was coming. I knew it would happen from the moment he left the Scouts in Marley. I was already crying over Jean and Connie at this point so it’s hard to tell how many tears were for Eren, but I was mostly proud of Mikasa and those were the cause of the tears.

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m-jelly · 2 years ago

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Tea for two - Chapter 5

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain, emotional Levi, foreplay, handjob.

In this chapter: You meet the remaining scouts and the two kids Levi took under his wing for a bit. You have a picnic together and enjoy some time together. You and Levi have a moment in his bedroom. You shower him in love and touch him as he touches your chest. You finish the day with some time in the sea.

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Part 6

The sea breeze drifted through your hair and dress as you waited patiently for the ship to dock. Gabi, Flaco and the remaining scouts Levi had cared for were arriving together to spend time, catch up and have a few things to eat and drink. Nerves were firing through you because this was the closest you got to Levi introducing you to his family. First impressions were important and you were going to do your best to get them to like you.

“LEVIIII!”

Levi waved to Gabi hanging off the railing and Falco trying to pull her back. “Tch, damn kids.”

You smiled a little. “She’s energetic.”

“She is.” He let out a long sigh. “She’s not bad.”

You gulped hard. “I hope they like me.”

“They will.”

You shifted on your feet. “So, it’s Gabi, Falco, Connie, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Annie and Reiner?”

He rubbed your back. “You got it.”

“Annie and Armin are a couple.”

“Yes.”

You gulped again. “And Annie was the female titan.”

“Yes.”

You gazed at Levi. “Are you going to be okay?”

He released a long sigh. “I won’t stop a man in love.”

“You’re a good man, but she put you through so much pain.” You kissed his cheek. “You shouldn’t punish yourself.”

He looked at you. “I can do it because I have you here.”

You bumped against him. “you’re cute.”

“I love you.”

You kissed him. “Love you too.” You looked down at Bo wearing his best collar. “They like dogs, right?”

Levi chuckled. “They’ll love Bo.”

“Hope so.”

Gabi ran off the boat and towards Levi. “Levi!” She hugged him tightly. “You’re out of your chair!”

Levi smiled. “Yeah. Tch, you’re loud.”

“Sorry.” She giggled. “It’s good to see you.”

Falco jogged over and panted. “Sorry, Levi.”

Levi smiled. “I don’t mind. Was the journey okay?”

“It was good. We’re trying to build up a friendship with Armin and the others. One day at a time.”

“Well, at least you’re trying.”

Reiner walked over and clenched up a little at seeing the man who stabbed him through the neck long ago. “Captain.”

Levi nodded. “Reiner.” He pulled his gaze away and smiled at the others. “Welcome, Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Jean and…Annie…” He gazed at Armin and could still see the sparkle of hope in his eyes. “Glad you could make it. You here to stay for a while?”

Armin nodded. “We miss Paradis and it is rough going backwards and forwards a lot for political reasons.”

“You’re doing great. I am proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Armin blushed a little. “I just want to help.”

Jean gazed at you with a little blush on his cheeks. “Hi.”

You smiled brightly. “Hello!”

Levi noticed and pulled you over to him. “This wonderful lady that Jean has noticed is very important to me.” He softly said your name. “She’s my everything.”

Connie laughed. “Our Captain has a girlfriend!”

Mikasa’s eyes widened. “Huh, interesting.”

You smiled and bowed to them. “Lovely to meet you all.”

“How did you meet?”

You looked at Levi. “Levi hired me to work at his shop and over the months together we fell for each other.”

Gabi gasped. “That’s romantic.”

You petted Bo’s head. “This is Bo. He’s a friendly smart dog.”

Levi cleared his throat. “He helps me out. He guides me often.”

Jean reached over and petted Bo. “He’s cute.”

Levi introduced everyone to you. “Shall we get going? My girlfriend has made a wonderful lunch for us all.” He winked at you. “Lead the way.”

You grinned. “Okay!”

Levi walked over to the group. "Listen here, you little shits, this is my last order ever. You treat that goddess of a woman there with fucking respect or I'll rip your spines out. She's my world. Got it?"

Armin smiled. “We understand.”

Falco welled up a little. “We’re happy for you.”

Levi blushed a little. “Thanks. Let’s get moving. I don’t want to keep my love waiting.” He limped a little fast to catch up with you.

Mikasa hummed. “I never would have thought the grumpy Captain would have a girlfriend.”

Annie glanced over. “He might be holding her hostage.”

Armin laughed nervously. “Annie, they’re in love.”

Jean put his hands in his pockets. “I think it’s great. Means there is hope for us all.”

Reiner’s eyes widened. “Maybe I should talk to Historia.”

Connie groaned. “Give up on her. She has a lover and a kid.”

Levi slipped inside his home and watched you hurry around. “Darling, do you need help?”

You smiled at him as you moved around. “I’m okay.”

“Darling.”

You walked over to him and kissed him. “It’s all okay. You should lead your friends to the garden. I have lots of blankets all setup and a chair for you.”

He let out a long sigh. “Thank you. I’ll go herd the group.”

You hummed a laugh. “Wonderful. I’ll be out in a bit.”

Levi held your hips and kissed you. “I love you.”

“Love you always.”

He released you and limped outside and unlocked the side gate. “Tch, oi! You lot! Over here.” He stepped to the side and sighed as they all came in. “Take your shoes off before you lie down on the blankets. Also, be polite and eat everything that is given to you.”

You walked out with a tray and a smile. “I have lemonade and I made too much food. I’ll bring everything out. I hope you’re hungry.”

Armin walked over to you and took the tray. “We’re starving. Thank you.”

You released the tray and smiled. “Thank you. I’ll get the rest.”

Connie jumped to his feet. “I’ll help.”

Jean got up as well. “I’ll help, you might end up hurting yourself.”

You hummed a laugh. “I don’t mind the help.” You turned and walked to the door. “I have three more trays of things to bring out.”

Connie ran over. “Coming!”

Jean strolled over. “Happy to help.”

You hummed a laugh as you set up the trays. “Connie, could you take the ones with savoury things on and Jean could you take this one with baked breads? I’ll take in the sweets.”

“Did you make all this?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“It looks incredible.” He smiled at you. “You’re very talented.”

You giggled. “Thank you so much.”

Jean flinched when he heard a growl. He turned around to see Levi. “Captain.”

Levi gave him a deadpan look. “Chatting up my girlfriend, huh?”

“I-I was just complimenting her.”

You smiled. “Boys? Could you take all of that out? I need to talk to Levi.”

Levi nibbled his lip. “Darling.”

You put your tray down and walked up to Levi. “Grumpy.” You cupped his face. “I love you.”

He whined. “I know you do and I love you as well.” He sighed. “It’s just, he’s young and handsome.”

“He’s much younger than me, too young. Plus, I didn’t even notice his looks.”

“Okay…”

You hugged Levi tightly. “You’re so cute sometimes.” You pulled back and smiled. “Let’s go spend time with your friends, or should I call them your adopted kids.”

Levi chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

You picked up the tray. “Let’s go.”

He limped with you and walked out into the nice sun and enjoyed how lively it was outside. He smiled softly as you seemed to get on well with everyone. His heart raced as you took a mother-like role with them all. He knew that he was going to have the perfect life with you.

Levi held the shorts in his hands as he whined a little. He was happy to do the swimming therapy and he didn’t care that the scouts were still around and they were going to join in the beach date, he was just worried about you seeing how bad the scars were on his leg. He hung his head a little in shame. He wanted you so badly to keep loving him, but he didn’t think this scar made him loveable.

“Levi?”

Levi looked up at you and admired your swim costume, the one-piece looked incredible on your figure. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You walked closer to him. “Are you worried about something?”

“My leg doesn’t look the best.”

You knelt in front of him and placed your hands on his thighs. “I love you, Levi. You’re perfect to me.”

He smiled at you. “I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed him. “Let me help you change.”

“O-Okay.”

You shuffled on your knees and stopped between his legs. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “I worry about my body too. I know I shouldn’t compare, but it is hard.”

He smiled. “I like that I don’t feel alone. I like that we share the same feelings and emotions.”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m happy we have each other as well.”

He watched you closely. “I have marks on me from the old gear we used.”

“I have marks on me as well. Stretch marks mainly.”

“Beautiful stripes.”

You blushed. “Thank you.” You opened his shirt and gasped at seeing his muscles and a very light dusting of black chest hair on his pecs and a tempting treasure trail. “Fuck…” You reached over and lightly touched his chest. “So warm and soft.”

Levi whined a little and said your name. “You feel nice.”

You looked up at him. “You’re so handsome.”

He gasped and shivered when your fingers trailed down his abs. He moaned your name. “I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed him as you ran both your hands over his body. “I love you too.” You kissed along his jawline to his neck. “I love you so much.”

Levi moaned as you bit and sucked on his neck. He shivered as he felt a sensation inside him that he’d never felt before with anyone except you, pure arousal. Levi hadn’t really thought about sex before, but his head was flooded with thoughts of making love to you. He wanted to hear you pant and moan his name. He wanted to fill you and explore you. He wanted to get to know every single inch of you.

Levi grabbed your upper arms. “Ah, w-wait.”

“Something wrong?”

He shifted a little. “I uh…”

You noticed him glance down before looking away. “Do you have an erection?”

He nodded shyly. “I do.”

“That’s okay. That happens when you like someone.” You reached for his belt and played with it. “I have a suggestion, but only if you’re comfortable.”

“S-Sure.”

“I’ll touch you so you get used to intimacy and you can touch a part of me.”

He gulped hard. “I’d love that.”

You got up and walked to the door. You locked it and approached Levi. “Can you sit against the headboard?”

Levi shifted on the bed and sat up against the headboard as you asked. He purred as you crawled closer to him and straddled him. He shivered as you sat on his thighs. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“So, getting used to touch and intimacy, right?”

You nodded and reached up. “I’ll introduce you to my breasts and I’ll touch your umm dick.” You undid his belt. “That okay?”

He nodded. “Y-Yes. Ah, what if I don’t look good…”

“You’ll look amazing.” You pulled his zip down and pushed your hand into his boxers. “Ah.” You pulled Levi’s erection out and marvelled at how it looked. He was just above average length but his thickness was impressive. You tilted your head as you studied his blood-filled tip and then the veins that wrapped around his shaft and pulsed with each beat of his heart. “Pretty.”

Levi blushed. “Wh-what?”

You looked up at him. “You have a pretty cock.”

“Mm…thank you.” He blushed harder. He grunted when you moved your hand on him a little. “You f-feel nice.”

You released Levi. “Oh, for you.” You reached up to the top of your swim costume. You pulled it down and shifted your breasts out. You looked up to see Levi’s eyes were wide as he gazed at them. “You can touch them.”

He reached up with shaky hands. “I umm…”

You took his hands and placed them on your breasts. “Gentle with your touch. Massage a bit.”

Levi gripped your breasts and admired how parts were spilling between his fingers. “So soft, warm, squishy and plump.” He moved his thumb over your nipples making you shiver. “These sensitive?”

You moaned a little. “Yes.”

Levi smiled at you. “I’m glad I can make you feel good.”

You wrapped your hand around Levi’s cock and started moving your hand up and down on him. You panted and moaned as he massaged your breasts. You leaned closer and kissed Levi softly at first as your feelings were soft and delicate, but passion started to burn. Your teeth tugged on his bottom lip making Levi growl. You smiled a little at him before opening your mouth and accepting his tongue into your mouth.

Levi was in heaven as you touched his cock. He had touched himself before, but it was so rare that he did. Whenever he got a hard-on he would just touch himself to get it over with and relieve himself. He gripped your breasts a bit tighter as he moaned in delight. He couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be touched by you. Your hand was so warm and your scent was wrapping him up tightly and made him feel so loved.

Levi was so madly and deeply in love with you. He bucked a little against your hand as he squeezed your breasts. He pulled from your lips as he panted and moaned your name. He tapped his forehead against yours and moaned your name again. He tilted his head and kissed your neck. He ragged his lips up and down your neck and felt so much pleasure in being with you. He dragged his tongue up your neck as he let his instincts take over. He opened his mouth and bit your neck a little to make sure there would be a mark to prove you were his. He sucked your neck right after biting.

You moaned in pleasure at Levi sucking on your neck. You couldn’t believe how delicate Levi was being. His bites were dominating but controlled. He was showing you all the passion and love he had for you in just a small and intimate moment. He moaned a little as precum leaked from his tip. He was going to say something about it being dirty but you kept moving your hand and rubbing your thumb over his tip.

Levi pulled back from your neck and leaned his head back as he panted and moaned in pleasure. “F-Fuck.”

“This feel good?”

He nodded and whimpered. “I love it.” He grunted at your touch. “I think I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me.”

He huffed and mewled. “I don’t w-want to get you m-messy.”

“It’s okay, I’ll clean it.” You kissed him over and over. “Cum for me. Enjoy yourself.”

He grunted and thrust into your hand. “I love you.”

You smiled at him. “Love you too.”

He massaged and gripped your breasts. “You’re so wonderful and perfect.” He shivered in delight. “Shit.” He threw his head back as his chest rose and fell heavily. “A-ah.” He looked at you with hooded eyes and moaned your name. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Levi.”

Levi moaned as he came at your sweet words. “Ngh, ah, ha, ha, mmm.” He bucked against your hand as his cum covered his pecs and abs. “Fuck.”

You pulled back and admired Levi with a light frosting on his body. “You look incredible.”

“Th-thank you.”

You kissed him and purred in delight. “I’ll clean you up, wait here.”

“Y-Yes.”

You climbed off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. You cleaned your hands and tucked your breasts away. You grabbed a wet cloth and hurried back to Levi. “Let’s get you cleaned up, handsome.”

Levi smiled as he watched you. “Thank you.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re so handsome and cute.”

“Thank you.”

You nuzzled your nose against his. “How do you feel?”

He blushed a little. “I feel great. I’ve never…that was a first for me. I mean, I have touched myself in the past but I didn’t think of anyone.” He watched you tuck him away. “I really liked it. Loved it. However, you didn’t feel good.”

“I did. You touched me so nicely.”

He reached over and touched your boob. “I’m glad, but still.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck and kissed him. “How about next time I show you how to touch me?”

He smiled and nodded. “I want that. I want to be good in bed. I know we’ll lead up to sex, but I need to get to know your body.”

“I’ll help you get to know every inch of me.”

He growled a little. “I’m looking forward to it.”

You picked up his shorts. “Ready to change?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You helped him take his shirt off and paused a moment. “Do you want me to help with your trousers?”

“Please. My leg aches a bit.”

You pulled his belt off and undid his trousers. You helped Levi out of his trousers and then his boxers. You stood up and gazed at Levi standing naked before you. Your heart raced in your chest as you admired his handsome body. “You look incredible.”

He smiled a little. “Even my leg?”

You looked at the large scars on his left leg. “Yes.” You knelt in front of him and covered his leg in kisses. “You’re wonderful.”

Levi blushed when you looked up at him. He looked away and groaned. “Tch, looking at me like that and kissing my leg…”

You giggled and shifted his legs and pulled his shorts up. “They okay?”

He looked back at you and nodded. “Comfy.”

You kissed him and smiled. “Good.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I adore you.”

You hugged him back. “Me too. You’re my everything.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. “I feel relaxed because of your touch. Thank you.” He kissed you again and sighed through his nose. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth and moaned in delight. “I want to be with you always.”

“I promise we will be.”

He held you. “I don’t want to go out there to swim. I just want to hold you here.”

You hummed a laugh. “I want that too, but you have to get your exercise in for your leg.”

He pouted. “Yeah…”

You held his hand and pulled him along. “Come on.” You led him to the door and unlocked it. “Plus, those lovely kids are waiting for you.”

He blushed a little. “You’re right.”

You hummed a laugh. “We can do it.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you need your cane?”

He shook his head. “I need you, that’s all.”

“So cute.” You pulled him against you and walked with him down the hall of his sweet cottage and outside. You followed the path and saw the scouts playing with Bo on the beach. “What a lovely thing to see.”

Levi chuckled. “Yeah, it’s wonderful.” He gulped hard. “We’ll get this when we have kids, right?”

“Right.” You kissed Levi’s cheek. “I look forward to those days.”

He gripped you a little and stopped in his tracks. “I umm…I don’t know about this.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I…I’m okay with you seeing me…but…these lot.”

You stood between the scouts and Levi. “We can be away from them.”

He hummed and hugged you. “I guess.”

“Are you worried that they’ll pity you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I hate it when people pity me.”

You sighed. “I can’t say how they will act, react or feel. All I can say is, I think you are wonderful and these kids have known you for a long time. All of those kids have their own scars. They care about you, about us. It’ll be okay.”

Levi nodded. “You’re right. It’ll be okay.”

You winked at him and then pulled him down to the beach. You got into the water a bit before turning around and facing Levi. You held his hands and walked backwards. “Bit at a time.”

He whined a bit as he walked into the water. “Bit at a time.”

You kissed his hands. “We’ll have a bath together after this.”

He gazed at you. “Together? You’ll be sharing the bath with me?”

“If you want me to.”

He smiled softly. “I want that.”

You kissed his hands. “Wonderful. It’ll be nice.”

He gasped as the water hit his upper thighs. “Mm.”

“Do you want to stop for a moment?”

He shook his head. “N-No, I’ve got this.”

“You’re doing great.” You smiled softly. “Just perfect. I’m proud of you.”

He smiled at you. “Thank you.” He walked closer to you and pressed his body against yours. “You’re warm.”

You hummed a laugh. “Thank you.” You pulled him further into the water and started swimming backwards. “How does it feel?”

“Nice. This water is different from normal water. The salt in it helps me float a little.”

“Is it easier on your joints?”

“Yes.” He smiled at you. “Thank you.”

You lowered yourself down in the water. “Can you swim?”

“Yes.” He shifted in the water and chuckled. “It’s a lot easier. We should do this more often.”

You giggled. “Yes.”

Levi swam after you but you kept swimming away. “Get back here.”

You laughed. “You just have to catch me.”

He growled. “I will get you.”

You swam a distance away and waited for him. “If you swim to me, I’ll give you a kiss and a cuddle.”

Levi swam fast towards you and dove into your arms. “Easy.”

You hugged him tightly. “Perfect.”

He crashed his lips against yours and sighed. “I’ll always catch you. You’ll never leave me.”

You giggled. “I never will leave you. You’re all mine.”

“I love that.” He sighed. “I love you.”

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜

❛ remember how we agreed not to catch feelings … ? ❜

- Ez

❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜

❛ remember how we agreed not to catch feelings … ? ❜

pronouns for y/n: any/gender neutral

"Remember how we agreed not to catch feelings…?"

You nearly winced at his words, fingers drumming against the wood of the bar. You forced out a hum of acknowledgement and nodded, urging him to continue despite the dread bubbling in your stomach. Your eyes flickered past the handsome Mayan to look at his brother but luckily, snores escaped the bearded man and a dribble of drool trickled down onto the seat. If Ez's words hadn't rooted you in your spot, you would've rushed over to snap a picture of him.

"Yeah, I remember." You cleared your throat, looking back at Ez. His soft eyes studied your face for a moment, obviously having picked up on your tone.

Licking his lips, Ez briefly glanced down at his beer bottle. "I, uh..."

"Spit it out, Reyes. You're making me nervous."

"Right." He breathily laughed, his boyish smile making heat erupt on your face. Ezekiel Reyes had many good qualities but his smile never failed to make you feel like a little kid talking to their crush.

The familiar rumble of motorcycles pulled his attention away from you and a small frown appeared on his face. He wordlessly turned back to you and nodded toward the backdoor, rising from the barstool when you nodded. Your shift was practically over anyway, you doubted Bishop would care.

"What's so important you can't tell me infront of your boys?" You asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice when you mentioned the other Mayans. Ez chuckled softly, pulling the door open for you and stepping out after you. When he didn't respond, your throat tightened, anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. The fact he had brought up the agreement to never catch feelings only intensified the anxiety. Only Hank had noticed your ever-growing crush on the youngest Reyes but he'd sworn he wouldn't tell a soul.

"I promise it's nothing bad." Ez assured you, casting a glance over his shoulder during the short trek to his trailer. You forced another hum and eyed the trailer before following him inside.

His home had become increasingly familiar to you over the last few months. You'd find yourself visiting his trailer after late night shifts, exchanging stories over some beers before allowing the booze to do the acting. The mornings were often filled with light teasing about his tiny bed and complaining about hangovers. It'd only taken two flings before you had decided to set some ground rules, one of them being about feelings. After some turbulent relationships, you wanted to focus on everything but romance. And Ez- still mending the heart Gaby had broken- happily agreed.

But now, as you sat down on the couch, you wondered if the observant man had noticed something. If he had, you were certain he'd let you down easy.

"So, what is it, Reyes?" You asked and leaned back, propping your arm up and praying the fake coolness looked real.

Inhaling deeply, Ez leaned against the counter. "I wanted you to hear this from me, not Angel." His words made you grimace and he chuckled again upon seeing your face.

"Go on, then."

"I realized I haven't been completely honest with myself since we started sleeping together. I thought it would take for ever to let her go but once we started seeing each other I really grew to like you, (Y/N). Everything about you. I mean, shit... You deserve better than the clubhouse. I know the last thing you want to do is get involved with a Mayan but Angel mentioned some things and... just friends don’t look at each other like that."

"What exactly are you saying, Ez?" You asked breathlessly.

"I'm saying I'm in love with you."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #mayans mc x male reader #mayans mc x you #mayans mc x y/n #mayans mc x female reader #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x male reader #ez reyes x fem reader #ez reyes x you

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sirowsky-stories · 1 year ago

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Like Father, Like Son

Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration

Submitted by @yourstrulylightstar283 Prompt #5: Why are you covered in sparkly pink dust? Character: Dieter Bravo

Rating: Teen Warnings: Dieter Bravo x Original Female Character Gabriela, plus his son Mateo. Pure fluff! (I haven't seen the movie, so this is a lose interpretation of the character. Also, this fic is not overtly Halloween themed.) Word Count: 650 Masterlist of the Celebration Sirowsky's Main Masterlist

He’s supposed to be watching his wife’s niece being celebrated, he knows that. It’s her Quinceañera. But when his beloved Gabriela is wearing a gorgeous summer dress, sitting in the bright sun with her tanned skin glistening from the heat and her dark curls falling protectively over her bare shoulders, he really can’t be blamed for having trouble looking at anything but her.

He had never imagined that he could have this. That someone like her, who is well educated, who owns her own business, who has friends in all the highest places, this woman who could have anyone in the world, would have chosen him. The life he’d led up until the point they’d met hadn’t been bad. Not at all. He’d chosen to live exactly as he’d wanted, refusing to apologize for the pleasures he’d enjoyed or the overall chaos that he’d seemed to thrive so effortlessly in.

But in Gabi, he’d discovered so many new things, so many wonderful layers of life that he’d never thought existed outside of the silver screen. And suddenly, all the things that had always seemed so important had faded into the background, making room for all this instead. Family and friendships that last and can be depended on. People he can trust completely.

“Hey, Dee,” a voice whispers in his ear, and he recognizes it as his brother-in-law before he’s even turned around. “Mateo needs you.”

“Is he okay?” Dieter asks, immediately concerned.

“Yeah, just come with me.”

The man leads him into the house where the younger kids are being prepared to take part in a surprise dance routine to delight the girl of the day, and where Dee’s three-year-old son is practicing his twirling skills. He walks up to the boy and kneels in front of him, finding the kid smiling and giggling, so at least there really isn’t anything wrong.

“What’s going on, mijo?” he asks, smiling along as Mateo’s joy infects him.

But instead of answering, the boy puts his arms out in front of his chest, with his little fists closed and upturned, as if preparing to hand his father something.

“What do you have there?” Dieter inquires with a playful tone, and the kid giggles even harder as he opens his hands and blows hard at them.

A cloud of pink glitter hits his father in the face, over the shoulders and down his chest, and the boy collapses in a laughing fit.

“Ay, mijo…” Dee smiles after blinking the worst of it out of his eyes. “Do I look pretty?” he asks then, and Mateo nods while still rolling on the floor, pleased with himself for this flawless execution of a glitter prank.

He leans over the boy and shakes his clothes to share the sparkling goodness, earning even more laughter in return, before his mother-in-law calls for Mateo to come back to the group and get ready, because they’re about to give the birthday girl her surprise.

“I love you, mijo,” Dieter says, hugging his son before he runs off to join the others.

He throws his father a kiss as he falls into their ranks, and it feels as though his heart might crack open right there where he stands, as his love for this child overflows once more. Returning outside so that he won’t miss the performance, he takes a seat next to Gabi, who chuckles warmly at the sight of her husband.

“Why are you covered in sparkly pink dust?” she asks in a hushed voice, and he smiles.

“Because our son is the sweetest little boy there is, my love.”

She just hums at that, but when the children emerge from the house, succeeding in surprising the birthday girl who squeals in excitement, and Gabriela sees that her son is covered in the same stuff, she laughs and lovingly shakes her head.

“Those are my boys, alright.”

THE END

Thank you @yourstrulylightstar283 for helping me celebrate, and I hope that this is at least something like what you imagined. I tried not to go into specifics about the Quinceanera since I don't know what it entails, and chose to focus on Dieter instead :)

@pedrostories @harriedandharassed

#Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo x original female character #dieter bravo x ofc #sirowsky stories

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napollya-inspiration · 1 year ago

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@heytheredeann requested #17 for the Spotify Wrapped game (thanks for taking one for the team and giving me a bunch of numbers). This is another 998-word long ficlet, really stretching the definition of short here...

#17 on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped is The Archer by Taylor Swift (aka the most Napoleon Solo song to ever exist!)

(send me a number between 1-100, and I'll write a drabble about the corresponding song on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped)

Napoleon wakes in the middle of the night. The previous day comes back to him at once, in excruciating detail. It was the first time Sanders had demanded to meet him in person since he started to be on loan for UNCLE. It turned out to be nothing more than a warning call. A reminder whose leash his neck is really attached to.

In the dim light of dawn, he can’t help but recall the icy fear that had gripped him before and all throughout the meeting though. He’d been made aware that all it would take were a couple words from Sanders to yank him away from this little oasis of peace he’d found. The worst part was that Sanders could probably read it all on his face. He’s found something that matters. More than anything else in his sorry life.

He crawls out of bed as the heavy weight of panic descends on his chest. It wasn’t just that they were doing the job that they were doing. It wasn’t just that they came from opposing sides of a quasi war. At the end of this all, he thinks Illya and Gaby would look at him. The truth of him because they would learn to see right through him and then- who could stay with someone like him?

He fumbles for a glass of water in the dark kitchen of the safe house they’re staying in. His hand trembles like Illya’s when he lifts the glass to his lips. It’s been a long time since it’s been this bad, he thinks abstractly. The oxygen seems to be thin in the room as his mind replays, unbidden the moments in which he’d felt the desperation try to claw its way out of his throat.

He thinks of Gaby jumping into his arms at the beach in Istanbul. He thinks of Illya against his back during a shootout a few weeks ago. He thinks about Illya brushing his hair back to clean a wound on his forehead. He thinks about Illya’s triumphant grin when Napoleon has successfully walked him through picking a lock. He thinks about Illya, Illya, Illya.

He should leave before either of them can. He should run while he can. He should confess that the only thing in life he wants is to be with them.

Napoleon slams the glass down, dragging in a desperate breath. He works so hard to make everyone wonder who would leave him, while knowing quite well that no one would put in the effort to stay.

The next breath sounds more like a sob as he claws at the counter desperately. It’s been awhile since it’s been this bad, he thinks again.

The whole world seems to be closing in, becoming narrower and narrower until only the inevitability of his loss and his devastation about it are left.

“Cowboy?” A light turns on and Napoleon spins in place. He doesn’t notice he’s hit his glass until it shatters on the tiled floor.

“Illya.” He tries to think of something that would make him leave, not see the state Napoleon is in but it doesn’t take a spy to see it.

“What happened?” Illya asks, stepping forward quickly while Napoleon tries to remain upright as his panic spikes even further.

“Panic attack,” he mumbles because it’s impossible to deny and he’s sinking to the floor anyway, gasping for breath.

“Breathe, Cowboy.” It almost makes him laugh because of course, why hadn’t he thought of that? But also because Illya looks so scared. Like he’s terrified of losing him.

Who could ever leave me? He wants to scream. But who could stay?

Illya stays, murmuring soothing nothings until Napoleon can feel his lungs fill with air again. As the adrenaline subsides, tears follow unbidden. He’s too exhausted to care.

“Napoleon,” Illya says softly and Napoleon squeezes his eyes shut even as he feels hot tears spill down his cheeks. Illya hadn’t ever called him that. No one ever calls him that because no one ever gets close enough that they would feel the urge to.

“Not so pretty under the facade, am I?” He asks.

Illya reaches out and gently wipes away the tears. “You do not have to be pretty all the time.”

Napoleon manages to give him a little smile. “That’s a cute sentiment, Peril.”

“Is true,” Illya insists. “You are not going to scare me away.”

Oh, but I will. I always do.

Napoleon wonders if Illya can see. The emptiness that he tries to hide every day. The desperation that accompanies it. Some days he can forget about it himself. That doesn’t mean he can’t see right through himself.

Before Napoleon protests any further, Illya has pulled him against his chest. “Is ok. I got you.”

Napoleon is afraid he really does. Illya gets him, more than he should, considering their different backgrounds. Normally, he’d pull away, trying to collect his dignity after shattering like that in front of someone. Tonight, he’s run out of energy to do so, and giving in is too easy.

So he clings to the arm that’s holding him and tries to believe that it will be okay, just this once. Once is all he needs really.

I want to keep you.

“Help me hold on to you,” he says quietly. He doesn’t mean to say it, not really. It would mean he’s desperate enough to ask for help. Desperate enough to beg for Illya to stay.

The arms around him tighten, and it feels like being tied down during a bad storm for once, safe and secure rather than restricted. Illya hums, and there’s a quick press of his lips against Napoleon’s forehead - so quick that Napoleon almost thinks he’s imagined it. “Not letting you go, Cowboy.”

#spotify tag game #napollya #napollya ficlet #was overthinking this one for a little bit which is very much not the point of these

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etherealnoir · 1 year ago

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Yessss to everything you said about Found. Because Old!Sir totally treats Gabby like a lover. Not even a girlfriend but an ex wife he was with for a year and then never got over lmao. It’s obvious the show wanted to be some reverse cat and mouse game but they shot themselves in the foot by making Gabby a teen the first time around because going there now is kinda gross. Idk I feel like the show thinks they’ve absolved themselves by making Sir (also this nickname? lmaoooo) all puritanical but they absolutely haven’t because the way MPG looks at Shanola alone is insane. Like Sir needed a cig after the whole ‘tell me you love me’ scene and they’re trying to say it’s platonic? Please. Playing in our faces lmao. Like I don’t even like the idea of them being together because dark romance isn’t my thing but like you I’m not blind. At this point I wish they’d lean into their effed up dynamic and just go with it because this week’s episode was the most interesting by far. I like the missing persons aspect find but the weirdness between Gabby and Sir is what makes it stand apart from other procedurals for better or for worse 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm not sure why they chose to go that route by making her a teenager. Not that it would make it any better if she were an adult instead, because kidnapping is kidnapping regardless of the age of the victim. I wonder what exactly would change about the storyline if Gabi was in her twenties instead? I feel like the impact on her character would be the same.

These are the times when I ESPECIALLY feel like they started with the "kidnapper was kidnapped" plot and then built everything else around that, even if it doesn't really make sense. Could the characters have been aged up/down to better match the casting? I know they cast Shanola first, so it's not like they didn't have a frame of reference.

I go back and forth on how I feel about it all. I obviously don't ship Sir and Gabi. Aside from the obvious, I also genuinely don't like Sir as a person. I think his character is fascinating and I'm curious to know why he is the way he is. But if Gabi took a baseball bat to his dome I wouldn't blame her or feel bad about it.

The story they're trying to tell on paper would be more effective if MPG wasn't...MPG lol. Because I 100% feel like Shanola is playing the character the way she's supposed to be played in this scenario. But recasting him now wouldn't work. Because he plays the character WELL. But, again, it feels like they're telling us one thing and showing us something else lol

I can only suspend my belief but so much.

The weird part is that it feels like the people behind the scenes are playing up the vagueness of their dynamic on purpose. If it were straightforward without any room for confusion, there wouldn't be multiple people interpreting it in vastly different ways. And we wouldn't have some of the people who worked on the show liking tweets about how Sir is hot or whatever.

I said it on Tik Tok, but I don't think Sir is sexually attracted to her at all. I think he just feels like he has ownership over her because he feels that essentially "made her" who she is. And, on some level, she believes that too. Even though she hates him and what he did.

#found nbc #najas asks #I always talk too much about this show sorry

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matthiasxaless · 9 months ago

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i'm telling the truth, i swear! ( Cassian - lbr, he's NOT )

"I'm telling the truth, I swear!"

Matthias was good at reading people, well, he was good at reading their bad sides. But with Cassian he had somehow managed to let his guard down. Overlook things he would have otherwise taken into account. And as the other stood in front of him now, convincing as someone telling the truth would actually be -- Matt couldn't help but -- wonder.

He didn't want to believe Cass was involved, but having been looking into Isabella Garcia's case more back at the quarters, in some pathetic attempt to give Gabi some closure, things were not adding up. And perhaps the part of him Matt had been so adamant to overlook, should not have been left unattended.

There's nod, and he'll shrug. Picking the papers off the table and shoving them back in the folder. "Okay well, good...good, because if you had something to do with this --" he gets closer now, placing the hand on his shoulder on his way out. "She can never find out about this. And you gonna need to lie a whole lot better than that..."

#c: cas #ask.

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dorn-queen-of-thorns · 1 year ago

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A wind of change

Prolog for "Our future signed in letter"

Everything will change for the better

London (1917) a week later :

Doctor Meyer patiently cares for the infected wounds of his patient, patiently he listens to his curses and insults. He knows from his studies that patients like him don't mean something bad about their counterparts. Rather, they are angry about their own life story or their path of suffering, some people also talk about fate.

Well, Dr. Meyer is a rationally thinking person, when it comes to facts about something like predetermined fates he doesn't believe. He focuses on the people in front of him.

Just like the middle-aged man he's trying to treat:

His patient is called Levi Ackermann, a short, middle-aged man of 36 years. The last war against Eren Jaeger hit him hard. Since then, Mr. Ackermann has been sitting in a wheelchair and persistently refusing to do his physiotherapy exercises, which has resulted in his stiff leg.

In addition, a wound on the left knee has still not healed properly and needs a daily bandage change with iodine-soaked cloths.

Levi and his doctor both know that he has given himself up on the inside.

Outwardly, he still gives the impression that he is the well-groomed, meticulous - clean man of the past: His hair is still dark brown, almost black. He wears it with an undercut, which makes his appearance look younger. What makes him older are his sad eyes, the right one is blind. Hit by a splinter from a thunderbolt and its additional facial scars.

At a glance you can see how much grief and suffering this man had to endure.

It's just a matter of time how long Levi can keep his outer facade up and he'll put an end to it all for himself.

"Are we done with that?" The man snaps like a vicious dog in the direction of the doctor. Today the doctor torments him especially with moving his knee joint, “AAAAH FUCK! SHIT !!!!"

The doctor looks at the bandage in frustration, “I haven't even started your treatment, Mr. Ackermann. I can not always stop my work, otherwise your leg will become infected and you will die of sepsis ... "

The war veteran in front of him just mumbles depressed: "And if I do ... Then I'm finally stinking in my grave with the others ..."

At the thought he thinks of Hanji and Erwin and everyone else from the Survey Corp. He misses them all so much and that the two Marley children Gabi and Falco cling to him so much doesn't make it any better for him. They both do their best, he knows, but they are no substitute for all the people he has lost and loved. One person in particular is always on his mind.

At that time three years ago she disappeared with Eren's head without an answer from her to stay with him when he asked. When Hanji died that day, it tore the floor from under his feet and he could only calm himself down with the fact that she was still among the survivors ... and she still does.

He remembers the words he said to her. It was the only time that he spoke openly about his feelings and his wishes.

In the end it hadn't worked, she'd left without a word of explanation with her stepbrother's head in her arms.

Back then he always wondered what connects the two of them. He always wondered what she found in him, although he often expressed his disapproval of her. How he would have loved to have been the one who would have had that connection with her. He wanted to catch her in her grief when it was all over.

He never heard from her again, and four weeks ago all the remaining members of the alliance visited Eren's grave.

He also intended to come. But fate has never been fair to him and his leg and his fear of her reaction has also hindered him on the journey.

He looks bravely out of his window. In no case should the doctor see his shiny eyes, which indicate that he is about to cry. Fucking crybaby! Look at you, you are a grown man and cry like a baby that has been torn from its mother.

Frustrated, he holds his hand in front of his eyes, "Carry on!" And he quietly lets the procedure go through.

Later that day he goes for a walk on the Thames with Gabi and Falco. Both are teenagers and you can see their adolescent facial features as adults. Both have grown a lot: Gabi towers a few centimeters above Levi and Falco is already as tall as Hanji was back then.

Falco pushes him all the time, while Gabi talks all the time. Fortunately, she was able to leave the vindictive war child from back then and only talks about it with Falco, if at all.

Levi accepts this and does not impose himself on her, he also has topics, that he would only have wanted to share with Hanji and Erwin and he would have given another person sympathy for his thoughts. But she is not here and she let him understand three years ago what she thought of his request. Or maybe she hadn't noticed his request because she had had one of her migraines at that time?

With the second option, he tries to calm himself down that she was not entirely in her right mind at the time. It would be easier for him to endure. Because he has to admit, had he been in her place with Hanji or Erwin's head in his arms, he would probably have reacted the same way.

Thoughtfully he listens to Gabi's chatter and Falco pushes him on a huge bridge in the direction of a huge bell clock that the residents of London call "Big Ben". When he saw this huge clock for the first time, he was overwhelmed by the view and he was able to forget his grief for a moment. But life has never been fair to him and his grief caught up with him in the end. Even his love for tea and his desire to open a tea shop with his third friend Onyankopon here in London cannot free him from his deep shit hole.

On the contrary, everything has gotten worse, he just can't take it anymore. He wants to put an end to it all today. He's just waiting for the right moment ...

The three pass a viewing platform. " Oi brats! Leave me here alone for a moment. I want to be alone with my shitty thoughts. Here you can both get an ice cream and we'll see you soon! Hurry up !!! ”

He gives the two of them a few shillings. Neither of the Marley children are suspicious of him because he behaves like that on a number of occasions.

When both children are out of reach, he is alone again with his carousel thought. You, wretched liar! You don't intend to wait for the two of them. Then stop your miserable life so no one sees your stinking corpse in the water, he thinks. He pulls himself on the boundary between the platform and beneath himself the deadly freedom.

It's easy, you monster. All you have to do is hang your torso upside down. Once the weight of your upper body is heavy enough, your stinking legs will be pulled along with you and then you can finish everything. He is already standing on the railing and leaning his upper body forward sharply.

He thinks one last time of Hanji and Erwin. I'll be with you in a moment, guys . He tries to calm himself down with the thought.

Then he thinks of Mikasa one last time, wishing he had been able to get to know her under different circumstances. He wishes he was the one to find her instead of Eren.

If he leaves this world now, he will never have a chance to see her again, no matter how smal the chance is. Tears of anger and despair come up in him.

NO! He just can't do it, at least until he gets a clear answer to his question from three years ago and he just can't close it with her. He pulls back from the railing and falls back onto his wheelchair. His leg hurts from exhaustion. He would like to give himself a little more time, there is still hope. It occurs to him that Armin contacted him eight weeks ago and that everyone wanted to go back to Paradis.

Levi had to cancel for a while because his leg still hasn't healed. She's still alive and that's enough for him in the end.

"Captain! We brought you an ice cream ”, Falco greets him. Both Marley children appear behind him.

He accepts the ice cream, “ take me to the shop. I still have something to do there ” ,he says thoughtfully.

“We'll help you, Captain!” Shouts Gabi enthusiastically.

His brats ..., he thinks reassured that he doesn't have to be all alone in this big, filthy city.

When they got to the shop, Onyankopon was already expecting the three of them, “It's good that you are here. Levi, we have to go through the orders again. So that everything runs smoothly for the opening next month. And you two, would you be so kind as to clean the big shop windows? The last owner didn't care and they are streaky and dirty. ”

Falco and Gabi are happy to be able to spend a lot of time with them, even though their parents live here in London.

“We'll do that!” Says Gabi.

Both of them spend the whole afternoon cleaning the glass windows, which proves to be stubborn.

“Did the previous owner even clean this place? It's disgusting! ”Gabi scolds in frustration.

“The old owner was sick and, as far as I know, couldn't do that anymore,” recalls Falco.

Both see the postman come by. Certainly he only brings the bills or permits from the office for the reopening of the store. Strangely, the messenger only has one letter with him this time ...

Gabi runs to the messenger and takes the letter. She reads the addressee: Captain L. Ackermann, sender: M. Ackermann, an unknown address on Paradis. I'M SORRY, WHAT?!

Gabi goes back into the shop with a trembling hand. “Falco, you won't believe where this letter come from?” Gabi says excitedly.

The Marley boy looks up from his job in frustration, “a letter. What is special about it? "

“It's from Paradis from Mikasa!” She says in a hushed tone. She holds the letter in the light in the hope that there is something treacherous in it.

This also arouses interest in the boy, but also recognizes what his girlfriend is doing right now, "Gabi, what you are doing is not right."

"What do you think what's in there? Maybe a love letter? Oh, I wish, it would be that way for the captain ... “, she says hopefully.

“Gabi, put the letter aside. We'll notice from the captain what kind of letter this is ... ", says Falco.

" That‘ s correct. He won't say anything about the letter, but his facial features all the more ”, Gabi points out,“ then we should watch him today. ”

She puts the letter on the counter and continues with her work.

After an hour, Onyankopon and the captain come back from the storeroom. Onyankopon sees the letter and at first assumes that it is a normal invoice , but then sees the personal details. He has to suppress a grin and passes it on to the addressee, " This is for you."

Captain Levi raises an eyebrow skeptically. When he looks at the letter, his heart leaps. It is his brat's personal details. His hand begins to shake, he breaks into a sweat like a nervous schoolboy, in Levi's case a street boy. He drives back to the tea kitchen at once, “Oi Onyankopon! I want to be alone Go ahead. I'll be right back."

Onyankopon nods knowingly to him. Apparently he is interpreting too much into the letter, thinks Levi.

I'm sure his brat would like to tell him that she's already married, possibly to Jean the Horse Face ... Ugh! But then this thought doesn’t make any sence, she could continue to ignore him.

Onyankopon joins the Marley children, who are now watching the captain closely.

„Aaaaw! The captain seems nervous ”, Gabi notes with a squeaky girl's voice.

"Gabi! Not so loud! He can also hear you, ”Falco says to her in a hushed voice.

Gabi just shrugs her shoulders and shows that she doesn't care.

“You two saw the letter?” Asks Onyankopon. Both children nod to him.

“I put paper and an ink pen on the counter. If it's a positive letter, he'll want to write her back. Let's watch him, ”says Onyankopon mischievously.

All three are waiting eagerly ...

Levi sits alone in the tea kitchen and struggles to open the letter. His fear is too great that something like a rejection will be in it. But why did she bother to write to him then? She could have continued to ignore him, right?

With a trembling, sweaty hand, he opens it and reads neatly written letters:

Dear Captain! (She writes , that I am DEAR ?!)

I've wanted to talk to you for so long and to apologize, that I left you without a word of goodbye . Armin is now helping me to write you this letter and I am grateful to him for it.

I hope , you are well in London and that your wounds will heal soon.

My life here on Paradis is quite simple and I live alone in my self-made home. Sometimes I just get angry with the heads of state from Paradis and Hizuru. (Levi has to grin at this and can roughly imagine it.)

I don't really have more to say about myself.

(Then the last sentence that stands out from all others):

PS: You are often on my mind.

Regards

Your Mikasa.

Levi has to read the letter twice and his eyes keep getting wet. Again and again he has to wipe the moisture from his eyes so that the others don't notice. He still can't believe that she wrote him this loving letter and that she had the courage to contact him on her own initiative. Well, Armin will have encouraged her in her decision as he knows him. But Hanji and Erwin would have done the same for him too. And there isn't a single word about Eren in it!

He'll have to write back to her right away, tonight! He drives out of his kitchen again and wants to get something to write about and drives to the tea room.

He sees paper and fountain pens waiting for him suspiciously.

DAMNED! He knows that he will betray himself to the others. But now he doesn't care what the others think of him and takes the writing material and can only do one "Mikasa wrote to me" to mumble the other three.

The three grin knowingly at him and leave him alone with the subject. He'll talk about it on his own when he feels the need.

Mikasa's letter saved him from his very dark thoughts today and he secretly thanks her for it. He senses that there is still hope for an old dog like him.

Levi has recognized for himself that he still has a job to do here in London and he takes time for her and also to give time for himself, what is to come. He can only guess it today and he smiles at it, but nobody sees it.

Wait for me, Mikasa! I promise you , that I will give you everything you hope and wish for. The old feelings of three years are beginning to germinate in him again and he feels a warmth rising within him that he was familiar with a very long time ago. Irritated, he thinks for a moment about why he has to think of this person now, but brushes that thought aside.

A few years later he will find out what this thought means and why it is so closely connected to Mikasa ...

#rivamika #levi x mikasa #levimika

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heytheredeann · 1 year ago

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12 Days of Whumpmas 2023 - DAY 1: Christmas Card + Bruises

Tags: Post-Canon, Illya gets recalled to Russia AU, Angst, Polyamory, OT3, Hurt Illya Kuryakin

Notes: Nothing says happy holidays like a nice mouthful of angst! Enjoy <3

(Ao3 version)

He finds it amongst the mail, small and unassuming and fully ready to tear his heart out.

Seated on his couch, grimacing as every breath makes his bruised chest ache, careful to pull his bad ankle up in the hopes of battling the swelling, he shifts through what few letters he received and lands on an envelope sent from London. His heart skips a beat, because there are only so many people that could be writing to him from there.

It’s January 25th, and Illya isn’t expecting to find a Christmas Card.

He would recognize them anywhere, even with Solo’s face swallowed by a comically fluffy beard, a Santa Claus hat pulled all the way down to his eyebrows, almost covering his eyes, and Gaby hidden behind his back, reindeer horns popping up over Solo’s shoulder, one hand hugging his chest and the other waving at the camera. Behind them, there’s a Christmas tree, a good head taller than Solo, impossibly filled with decorations, stacks of presents tucked beneath it.

It is only smart, to not show their faces. Still, for a few moments the ache in his chest is so deep that Illya selfishly wishes they had anyway.

(Sometimes, he wonders how long it’s going to take, before he’s going to be unable to fill the gaps. Before their faces will turn to a blur into his mind, before their features will get distorted even as he tries so hard to cling to them, and he’ll only be left with strangers dressed up as comforting memories.)

On the back of the card, there’s a wish for a merry Christmas, signed with a drawing of a cowboy hat and a racecar. He smiles, and it feels like his face is going to crumble with the effort.

(Sometimes, he says their names aloud, in the quietness of his home, like he wants to make sure the sound won’t grow foreign to his ears. Sometimes, he hears the echo of a gentle Illya whispered in his ear before Gaby would start trailing her mouth along his jaw, or a huffed Peril when he’d wake up Solo with a kiss in the morning, and for a few moments he doesn’t feel as alone.)

He presses the card between his open palm and his chest, fighting the urge to crumple it between his fingers as if that could help him feel their presence, and he carefully lowers himself down, welcoming the pain spiking all over him, letting it ground him.

Eyes closed and pained breaths leaving his lungs, he tries to imagine himself in that picture, circling Solo’s waist or holding Gaby to his chest, and he’s kind of surprised to find out that he still can.

He wonders how long that’s going to last.

#whumpmas2023 #gapollya #tmfu fic #napollya #gallya #napoleon x gaby #illya x napoleon x gaby #the man from uncle #tmfu #my fanfic #can someone gift me some self-control for christmas please?#there's my birthday coming up too!#clearly i need to outsource my self-control!

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yinnina · 2 years ago

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Shopping Spree

Have you ever wondered how people come to meet once another?

Everyone has the same question in mind, whether it is at a different time or different place.

You never know when something might happen, whether it's a good thing or not.

The first time that I met Adalyn was back in 7th grade. At first, I thought she was annoying and only wanted attention, but that grew to not be true.

Gabriela, who I sometimes call Gabi, was always someone I wanted to talk to, but simply couldn't. I can't remember if it was because I was scared or not.

It was a surprised at how many Gabbies I knew.

The ones in my main friend group, Gaby and Gabby, and now Gabi. It was confusing at first when talking to my friends about them, but eventually I learned that if I was to talk about one of them, I would just mention their characteristics.

We were all at the arcade, Gabi and Adalyn playing some random game while I was playing Resident Evil.

"Fuck, I knew I took too many things while playing as Claire." I cursed under my breath, blaming myself for taking so many bullets and green herbs as her.

Now, because I took so much shit, Leon didn't have enough resources to survive.

Soon enough, the 'Game Over' screen popped on the screen, making me hit the machine in anger.

After that, I went up to Gabriela and Adalyn, who were still playing, and told them I would go back home or something.

I didn't lie to them, I did go home and was about to lie down on the sofa until the phone started ringing.

I picked up the phone and brought it to the sofa with me. The cord was rather long, and you could bring it to the nearest bathroom of the house.

"[L/N] household, who is this?"

"Since when are you so outdated?"

It was Boston. We would call from time to time, but not very often since I was almost never home.

"Well look who it is. What's up? Did something happen?"

He sighed over the phone, telling me that something did in fact happen, but that he won't tell me.

"I guess I was just bored, wanna go out or something? Maybe go shopping?"

I thought about it for a second, then agreed. I didn't always go out shopping since I would normally spend my money on movie renting or game buying, but it was something me and Boston did at times to relax.

We agreed on meeting on the Grab-N-Go, and then we would head to the nearest mall, it being Cherry Creek, which was renovated a long time ago, in the '50's.

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked Boston as I saw him head towards me, in the candy section of the Grab-N-Go.

"Yeah, my parents just got into an argument because my dad forgot to pay the water bill."

I hissed, "Shit, I'm sorry. If you want, you can spend some time in my place."

He shook his head and told me that it was fine, his dad will pay today and they'll eventually get back the water.

I felt terrible for him, he always had something bad happening to him and his family.

I grabbed a few water bottles and paid for them, handing them to Boston, "Keep them, and don't stay dehydrated."

He shoved everything we got in his backpack, which he had decided to bring in case we actually decided to buy some clothes.

We headed out the doors, and without glancing at a certain someone who was clearly pissed, we rode our bicycles towards the old mall.

Once we got there, we went from store to store, buying some jeans, shirts and jewelry.

I bought flared jeans, a tight black long sleeve shirt and a classic jacket you would see a 'bully' wear in movies.

Boston bought straight jeans that fitted slightly baggy on his skinny self, a black hoodie.

He would wear stuff like that, not too fashionable but still better looking than a few other boys who decided to wear their pajamas to school.

We went to many stores, some including a wedding store, which made me stop in my tracks and make him wear a wedding dress.

We got a few blank stares, a few in shock and others were in disgust, but we didn't care one bit, we were having fun and forgetting everything bad that had happened that day.

Me, Gabby, Boston and Kaylee were the ones that would normally go out shopping.

Gaby was always busy with the yearbook, making me wonder if I would also be that busy once I get inside.

Ren didn't go out as much, mostly because her family is moving away, so we wouldn't see her as much as we did now.

And Aryanah...

Aryanah and I have been having some troubles in our friendship, Boston and Kaylee witnessing it.

I told Gabby about it, mostly since we had switched from having Gym to other classes.

She has Family CSI, me and the others, but Gaby, had Keycode.

I still didn't know what Gaby had, but I believe it was Business Class.

Aryanah was dating this guy, something along the lines of Jackson, and she told us a few days back that this guy liked her.

I told her otherwise. The guy goes to our school, but he went to class during the night, only showing up after morning classes for basketball and football practice.

He doesn't even know her, that was what I told her, but she insisted that her boyfriend was right, specially since they knew each other.

A friend of mine liked the same guy we were talking about, but I didn't bring her up, mostly because I'm sure she wouldn't enjoy the idea.

Aryanah was a pretty wild card, and in the group, she was clearly the least liked.

"Are you joining the yearbook next year?" Asked Boston, in hope that he wouldn't be alone with our art teacher.

"Yeah, but good luck if I don't, then may the gods bless and watch upon you, cause the teacher is gonna be all up your arse." I joked and laughed with him, even though we both knew I was being truthful on my words.

"I'll miss both Gabbies." He confessed and I agreed with him.

12th grade did things differently to 11th and 10th, and they would be far more busy than they already are.

"Thank God for already having an idea of what I'll do with my future." I whispered.

He laughed, "Party all night?"

I scoffed, "You know I hate parties!"

He laughed for a while then stopped to catch a breath.

"I should go," He stated, "don't get yourself killed."

I waved bye to him as I watched his figure ride away on his bike and grabbed my own, heading my way home.

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