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rosze-v · 2 years ago

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whole milk and strawberry milk

pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Reader

synopsis: Your confession to the setter opens unexpected doors

tags: fluff, a little angst, confession, angry karasuno birds, clueless Kageyama, absolute cuteness

w.c : 3k

a/n: Halu! gosh I smiled so much writing this! Just imagine being with someone so clueless in love and you actually teach them how to love!! so cute! I have been watching Yowamushi Pedals and I'm so angry that its not popular! Its such a good anime. All in all, please stay safe everyone, thank you for reading my fics!

Kageyama Tobio truly believes that he lives and breathes volleyball. It was never really a hard choice for him growing up when asked whether he would choose volleyball or eating; his instant and definite answer is, volleyball.

Though a tiny whisper could be heard from him, “is it meat though?”.

When you came into the equation though, his choice had faltered a bit more. A love great enough to possibly triumph against his love for volleyball. Truly, you became a force that he didn’t expect to reckon with in his younger days.

Class had finished exactly 30 minutes ago. The school now is only bustling with those who either have club activities or sports activities. Yet you have neither, and here you are, standing in front of the gym where the Karasuno volleyball player, trains. It has been 15 minutes since you give yourself some pep talk to just “you only live once, what’s the harm to it”, and the gnawing nervousness is getting to you.

Kageyama and the others have finished changing into their sports attire, and from a far you could see a group of man walking towards the gym, towards you. You could feel your chest tightening up a bit but you regulate your breathing. Your eyes search for a certain dark-haired man, with a prominent scowl on his face. Kageyama was munching on some bread while he actively listens to Hinata talking about some tv show he watched last night.

It was Tanaka, obviously, Tanaka would be the first one to notice you standing at the side of the court’s door, back leaning on the wall. Then after Tanaka nudges Nishinoya, he jokingly said that maybe you’re going to confess to him.

Right yet very wrong. You on the other hand, who’s watching Kageyama, well really all of them yet your eyes had blurred the others out; is getting the cold feet. You could feel your hand sweating as you proceed to rub your palms on your skirt. You could hear your brain screaming at you to just turn around and leave, to stop embarrassing yourself but you stood your ground.

You’re doing it. So, with another deep breath and a ‘you can do this!’ cheer to yourself, you pushed your body of the wall and walk straight to Kageyama. The loudness from the group of boys slowly dissipates when Tanaka whisper yelled “hey a girl is coming”, and they thought you were going to confess to Suga, since so many girls had confessed to Suga, but you stood directly in front of Kageyama, the most oblivious out of them all.

Kageyama had stopped his bickering with Hinata when Suga pinched him, getting the setter’s attention on you. You could feel your ears getting warm, something that always happen when you’re getting embarrassed. Your head tilted up while Kageyama looked down at you. Honestly, he looks pretty scary with his sharp eyes and that deep scowl, but you strengthen your resolve.

“I really like you”. The words blurted itself out before you could even think to actually pull him aside, and well, not confess in front of his team mates. Yet what’s done is done, and the words have been said and reciprocated by sharp gasps. All of them are watching the scene unfolding, it quickly reminded Hinata of the tv show he watched last night, while Kageyama, who’s not really fluent in the language of relationships could only stare at you dumbfounded.

Tsukishima snickered, a smirk gracing his features as he nudges Kageyama. “Oi, a girl is confessing to you, why the hell are you stiff as a rock?”. Kageyama who’s still confused could only coughed as he shifted his weight on another feet. You were searching his face for, anything, yet you kinda, already know the answer.

“You like me?”. You nodded, a blush covering your face but you continue your eye contact with him. Now, the genius setter is only a genius when it comes to volleyball, but love? Bro is absolutely dry in that area. Kageyama is unsure on what to say to you, because first of all, does he know you? Probably. But where? He’s bad at memorizing people’s faces and names so getting a confession from someone he doesn’t know feels weird.

So, the only thing his dumbass could say is, “But I don’t know you, and I don’t like you”.

It was instant, the collision of Daichi’s palm to the back of Kageyama’s head, causing the setter to grunt in pain. Suga’s smile was getting dangerous because holy shit, Kageyama is a dumbass and who would have thought he had raised such stupidity. They’re both painfully aware of how socially awkward he is and how blunt he could get, but this takes the cake. Sugawara pinches Kageyama’s forearm as he whispers yells, “what the hell is wrong with you?!” while Daichi bowed at you repeatedly, apologizing for Kageyama’s reply.

Now, Kageyama is confused all over again, poor man for his lack of knowledge, but to not have any delicacy? That’s truly on him. The confusion though was cut short when he sees you rubbing your chest, tears forming in your eyes and a thought came into his head. “Maybe I should have thought about it more”. He definitely should have thought about it more because he’s incurring the wrath of a certain captain, a certain setter, a certain wing spiker and a certain libero.

“Fair enough”. You whispered. “I expected that but damn, it still hurts”. It’s true that you already knew that Kageyama would reject you, and it’s true that he doesn’t know you. Its only you who had eyes on him, who noticed that he’s an airhead, and that he’s not that social, that he really loves volleyball. You have like him ever since you saw his incredible combo with Hinata. You remembered your friends going crazy over how high Hinata’s jump is, but your eyes were completely on the one who utilized Hinata so well. You were in a trance and in that moment, your heart beats another rhythm.

Your tears were blurring surroundings, and you know now what you’re going to do next. You’re going to say thank you, and apologize for being a nuisance, quickly walk out of school, run to your home and cry. Cry because you’re kinda dumb, and you shouldn’t have confessed, and you’re probably gonna dread the few days of school because you’re going to see him in class.

But your plan didn’t really work out like you wanted.

“DID YOU JUST MADE A GIRL CRY???”. Tanaka screamed as you and Kageyama flinched. Kageyama was going to try defending himself but before he could, Tanaka yelled again. “What kind of man makes a girl cry?!!”. Nishinoya and the others nodded vigorously, agreeing to Tanaka’s words but really, they’re just jealous. Like why the hell would Kageyama, the most awkward member of theirs get a confession. Of course, they won’t admit that, so they resorted to taunt and poke at Kageyama.

Daichi stepped up to you as he squeezes your shoulder, catching your attention.

“Hey, I am so sorry for his behaviour. Kageyama is quite… challenged in that part so…” You shake your head as you give him a small smile.

“No, it’s okay! I already expected this. The emotions just came suddenly that’s why”.

Sugawara was going to console you when you step back and speaks.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience Kageyama-san. I wish you the best”. You bowed and give him a small smile, as you nod to the others. Quickly, you turn around and walked away as fast as you could, sniffling with a sad slump on your shoulders.

Kageyama watches you walk away as an annoying feeling fester in his heart. He feels bad for rejecting you but he truly doesn’t know what he should do. He was going to ask for the team’s opinion when Sugawara speaks up.

“I think you should get to know her, Kageyama. She seems nice and she’s willing to like you”. Hinata nodded as Tanaka and Nishinoya stares at Kageyama with rage.

Kageyama was lost on what to do or think so he searches for Daichi’s eyes, waiting for something. Daichi had his hand on his chin, as he gives Kageyama a small smile.

“Your punishment for today is decided”.

“Huh?”.

“You are to chase after her, apologise, walk her back home and then come back. Then you will begin your laps once you’re back, is that understood?”. Daichi announce, and though he’s not one to let love life interfere with trainings, this is Kageyama they’re talking about. For him to actually get to know a girl by his own would be a dream that settles in dreamland.

“Well, scram!”. Nishinoya yelled as Kageyama frantically nods and went on to catch up to you.

You were sniffling lightly, trying to hide the fact that you’re crying since there’s still people around you. Ever since the confession, you’ve been in a state of self-loathing, thoughts going over on, is your attractiveness the cause of the rejection? or is there something you did wrong? It seems like there is comfort in trying to understand why through self-loathing, but you knew it’s not really you. It just Kageyama barely knows you, but you can’t really fathom that at the moment.

The convenience store was ahead of you, and you put a little smile on your face. As you change your path to the side, you could hear footsteps running from behind you and a voice calling out for someone.

“Hey you! wait for me!”. You knew that voice, its none other than your crush and when you turn around to confirm, indeed the tall man is running towards you. You stopped on your tracks as he halted in front of you, two hands on his knee as he tries to catch his breath.

“Kageyama? Why are you here?”. You inquire as you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Puh… hah”.

“Puh?”

“Punishment…”. Your face twist in confusion as Kageyama finally regain his breath and towers over you.

“My captain told me to go after you, and apologise and get to know you. After that, I was instructed to go walk you home, go back and start my laps”. Kageyama said with a face filled with determination while your confusion turns into embarrassment and pity. You held your hand up and shake it as you say.

“It’s okay Kageyama! It’s not that big of a deal! You should go back and start your training for the day”.

“I can’t because Daichi will ask me on the details and I can’t really lie”. You were going to refuse him again when he looks up and saw the convenience store, his eyes lighting up as he held your forearm, pulling you to the convenience store.

“Let me treat you to something as an apology”. Okay maybe that’s not what Daichi meant with an apology, because that’s borderline bribery but you’re too startled by the fact that Kageyama is pulling you to the convenience store rather than the ‘apology’.

Now you’re inside, Kageyama asked you what you want and you were going to refuse again but he insisted, and so you told him that you’re getting some drinks. The both of you walked to the milk fridge and you took out strawberry milk along with Kageyama’s usual, plain milk and hand it to him. Kageyama had a confused look on his face yet takes it.

“ You like plain milk right?”. You claim as you close the fridge’s door.

“How do you know that?”. You chuckled and reply. “Kageyama, I have a crush on you, knowing what you like is not that hard to know, when I spend most of my time thinking and observing you”. Yup too honest, you thought. Your face reddens as you look up to him.

“I mean- I don’t-, I mean I just have been seeing you a lot!”. You tried to cover it up cause your confession sounds very stalker-ish, and you don’t really want to be branded as a stalker by your crush. Kageyama instead choose to stay silent as he went over to the counter to pay for the both of your drinks.

Once the both of you stepped outside, Kageyama finally breaks the awkward silence.

“Why do you like me?”. You had your head down all the time because you were worried that you have offended him, then when you finally lift your head up, you realized that Kageyama is watching you so intensely.

You stare into his eyes as you gulped, looking at your feet again.

“It was really just… awe in the beginning. I saw your fast combination with Hinata and then eventually, my eyes kept on going towards you in class”. You confessed, kicking of the pebbles on the ground.

“I can’t say grand things like you gave me purpose or anything like that, I just like you, simple and straightforward”. You sucked in a breath of air, willing yourself to look at him, and again Kageyama was staring at you.

“What’s your name?”. Kageyama asked as you answer. Then you waited again, searching his face for anything, but you can’t read his facial expression.

“I’ll be honest, (y/n)”. You nodded as Kageyama now become the one staring holes into the pavement.

“I’m not good with relationships, if isn’t clear as of now…”. You nodded again, understanding where he’s coming from, because frankly, you don’t know yourself. Both still very young and naïve.

“So, when you confessed to me earlier, I was confused and words just come out of my mouth. I didn’t mean to hurt you, so I apologize”.

“It’s okay Kageyama. I was not expecting you to accept it anyway because like you said, you don’t know me. Truly, you don’t need to do all this”. You replied, while gesturing the air.

“But I’m just curious really. You’re the first girl that ever approached me like so”. You smiled in amusement because you would have thought a man as handsome as he is would probably have been pursued several girls.

“But again, I can’t give you a relationship because I don’t know how. So…”. You quirked your eyebrows at him as he rubs the back of his neck, his ears getting red.

“Maybe we can try and be friends first you know… that’s really the only thing I know…”. Kageyama waited for your response yet you laughed out loud, a hand on his shoulder.

“Kageyama, I think I know another reason why I like you”.

“Why?”.

“Because you’re incredibly adorable”. You whisper, your voice low and for sure, only Kageyama could hear you. You had a soft smile on your face, a smile that reaches your eyes as you pinches his cheek. Kageyama could feel the blush creeping on his face because at this time, this stranger he just gotten to know looks absolutely beautiful.

He coughs, trying to hide his embarrassment as he speaks.

“Don’t tease me…”. You laugh again as you ask him for his phone. Kageyama gives it to you without question as you save your number in his phone.

“That’s my number, call me when you’re free”. Kageyama was confused again because why should he call you, the both of you can just meet in class now that he knows you’re his classmate, yeah, he just known.

“Now go back to your training! You’re already late!”. Kageyama notices the time on his phone and panicked a bit because he took longer than he should. He was going to offer to walk you back home, but you insisted that he would be late, thus after some thought, he agreed. The both of you then say your goodbyes as Kageyama started to run. You smiled in fondness as you watch him run away towards the school but suddenly, he stopped and turn around.

“I’ll give you a call!”. Kageyama screamed out as he waves you goodbye while you give him a thumbs up, despite how surprised you were.

You released a sigh as a smile came upon your face again. You walked back into the convenience store, now with a new mission for the evening. You’re not going to be sad tonight as you expected, instead, a call might ring.

BONUS:

Kageyama and the team had a meeting early in the morning since a tournament is coming. After the meeting ended, the boys huddled around him, wanting to know the details of last night.

Once he came back from your meeting with him yesterday, he was bombarded with question and Kageyama had to spend some time telling them the details of what happened because even his usually level-headed captain was interested. So when they knew that the both of you might be calling last night, they were so excited for him.

“So did you guys call last night?”. Kageyama nodded slowly as the boys howled in excitement.

“Did you like the call though?”. Sugawara asked as he grins, proud of his boy.

“It was… surprisingly fun. We talked a lot, well she, talked a lot and I answered but I think I liked it more than I expected”. The boys laugh as Tanaka smacks Kageyama back repeatedly.

“Now you only need to ask her out on a date!”.

Tanaka’s suggestion became a question and answer session as Kageyama asked them how exactly dating begins and so the Karasuno team had a short meeting on what dating is, thankfully Shimizu told them that school is starting soon.

That short q and a session brought you to Kageyama standing over you in class.

“(y/n)”.

“Kageyama”.

“Let’s go on a date”. You gasped as you look around, making sure that no one heard you and thankfully no one did.

“My senpai’s told me that we should go on a date as soon as possible”. Your face was so hot and red that you have to take a deep breath. A part of you thanks his seniors for their word and another part of you is understanding that Kageyama is actually interested at you to that point. And both parts are a win.

And so, you nodded, as you told him that the both of you should discuss it later.

Now your confession failed, yet it succeeds in ways you didn’t expect, at all.

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rubylarkspur22 · 2 months ago

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Random Spiralling for the KNY x AtLE AU

I'm hyperfixating, and wanna throw out some ideas for this AU! It's extremely rudimentary, but let's see what I cook up.

Characters (at least the most direct parallels):

Kanao -> Milo

Tanjirou -> Kida

Nezuko -> also Kida

Either Muzan or Douma would take the role of Rourke

Daki -> Helga

Inosuke -> Mole... I don't make the rules...

Genya -> Vinny

Kie -> Kida's father

Sanemi -> Whitmore(don't worry, very different personalities, mostly here for the connection to Kanae)

Shinobu and Kanae -> Thaddeus/Milo's grandpa (but they're Kanao's sisters here)

Himejima -> Sweet

Other rules currently do not have characters designated to them...

Story:

Destruction of Atlantis, Tanjirou gets the trauma of watching his dad get beamed up by the magic rock in the sky... Sorry, Tanjirou!

Kanao is trying to arrange meetings and get funding for expeditions to find Atlantis. This is difficult because 1. Atlantis is seen as a myth or conspiracy theory, and 2. Kanao is a lady in 1914, 'nuff said. So if she doesn't get outright rejected, her meetings tend to end up getting sabotaged(sudden schedule changes, or location changes tend to be the culprit).

Daki arrives at Kanao's apartment, and takes her to meet Sanemi. She has an extremely vague idea who he is from his surname, as Kanae mentioned she dated a guy named Shinazugawa before she died and Shinobu went missing(probably dead, but nobody found a body yet), and this guy seems about the right age.

The expedition begins, Kanao is at least a tad more aggressive with people.

Yadda yadda, volcano, then Kanao meets our intrepid siblings. Nezuko and Tanjirou discuss what to do with her, not knowing Kanao understands every word they're saying, and Tanjirou ultimately ends up healing her injury.

Nezuko is much more distrustful of the expedition team, being significantly more on edge around them than Tanjirou as they lead them to Kie. After the group is allowed to stay the night, Kie talks to Tanjirou and Nezuko about the decision and asks them to find out what the newcomers want. Nezuko goes the incognito route, spying from the shadows for anything suspicious, while Tanjirou approaches Kanao with the desire to ask her questions.

Tanjirou and Kanao talk, and Nezuko discovers the ruse. After Tanjirou and Kanao learn about the Heart, they actually end up being confronted by Nezuko before the team shows up. And Nezuko promptly rams Kanao up against a wall with a knife to her throat, demanding to know what the expedition is looking for. Tanjirou tries to meditate, Kanao is confused, then Nezuko explains she saw guns. They immediately realize something ain't right, and Kanao isn't in the know.

Expedition team arrives just as Nezuko steps back from Kanao, and tries to convince Kanao to join them because Nezuko attacked her. Kanao tells them she knows why they're really there, and a fight breaks out. Nezuko gets shot(nothing serious, just enough to stun her so they can restrain her), and the siblings are taken hostage to force Kanao to read the page.

The Crystal Scene happens, with Tanjirou being chosen and Kanao passing the hell out of the folks responsible for their conundrum. (An actual line I imagine here: "Oh, so you're gonna wave the gun around? Good luck translating when your linguist is full of lead.")

After Kie does(RIP), and since Tanjirou's been taken, Nezuko is suddenly given the title of Queen. She and Kanao(with a little help from Himejima) give each other pep talks and go to save Tanjirou!

Future sister-in-law tag team! They get Tanjirou back, save the day, and all is well!

Team goes back to the surface, Tanjirou becomes King and Kanao stays in Atlantis to help them recover their lost culture. Mostly. Getting a husband who loves and respects her as both a person and an academic is a pretty damn nice perk too...

#demon slayer #kny au #kny x atle #demon slayer x atlantis the lost empire #fanfic ideas #story ideas #i can see this being really interesting for sure #i love the idea of the tag team between nezuko and kanao against the big bad

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shadyruinskryptonite · 11 months ago

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Titan Bending Chapter 14 - Retaking Wall Maria Part 1

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: It’s the battle to retake Wall Maria so everything that comes with that. If I have any ATLA-specific readers that aren't very familiar with AOT, this includes lots of death, killing, fighting, weapons, angst. Since this is the first chapter that gets into the much heavier themes of AOT, I’m going to say now that if I ever put a trigger warning that you know or even think won’t sit right with you, please protect yourself. Message me and I’ll give a summary of the chapter without any of the triggers.

AN: I think I know how to spell Bertholdt but I tried typing it and got different results from Google and even now I’m not positive, so I just call him Batteringram akin to the thing everyone does with Bernaby Humplesnitch.

WC: 3492

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

Masterlist

Tags: @mochminnie @sseleniaa @naruwitch

The sky is a beautiful painting of oranges and pinks as we make our way up the wall to depart for the mission. Bellow us, Flegal can be heard cheering specifically for Hange but it starts a cacophony of people cheering and even some of us responding. I’m pretty sure I can even hear someone cheer for Levi which I’m sure he must just love.

My thoughts are confirmed by his “tch” next to me as we ride up. Standing on top of the wall, the world looks so pretty. It makes it easy to forget what we’re about to set out to do. That is, until Jean, Connie, and Sasha scream in response to some of the onlookers. It really makes the air feel like it’s buzzing with anticipation.

“I wonder how long it’s been since the Scouts got a send off like this?” Someone asks.

I hear his friend respond, “I don’t know, I’m not sure if we ever have.”

That’s a shame. From a taxpayer perspective, I guess I get it but I think I can say with certainty that I’d have nothing but respect for these guys. Hell, if my situation weren’t what it was and I was born and raised here I’m sure I would’ve willingly joined them anyway.

Erwin chimes into their conversation, stating, “Well as far as I’m aware at least, this is a first.”

It makes me jump when even he gets into the spirit of the moment and lets out what can only be described as a battle cry; devoid of any words or syllables, just a scream to let out some of his tension and rally everyone together. When I look to the rest of my friends to see if they’re going to join him, the look of abject horror on Levi’s face makes me laugh out loud. I laugh so hard, in fact, that I practically double over which gets Hange laughing too.

This feels like a good way to start a mission off.

And with that, we travel down the other side of the wall to where our horses have already been unloaded, mount up, and set off. We ride for what feels like forever before we finally hit some heavily-wooded foot hills that we take on foot. Walking with everyone, the excitement from earlier seems to have warn off and reality set in. I’ve only seen the tail end of one of their normal missions, but if that’s anything to go by this is going to be dangerous as hell.

Of all people, Eren is really showing his nerves. So much so that his hands are even shaking as he holds his flashlight. Handing my reins to Connie for a moment, I walk forward to clasp him on the shoulder and give him a pep talk.

Whispering so that only he can hear me, I say, “The only reason you’re nervous like this is because you’ve seen what a mission really looks like. You had ignorance on your side before so it makes sense that you weren’t nervous then. But if you weren’t nervous now? I’d think you were a psychopath.” I ruffle his hair before finishing my little speech. “You’re also far better prepared for anything we’re about to face now than you ever have been. So are every last one of your friends. We’re all going to be just fine.”

Realistically, I knew I couldn’t promise that, but I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t believe it to be true. And it seemed to do the trick, because it looked like he got some of his fire back. Anything I couldn’t give him, Armin then took over and took care of.

As we keep walking, a river could be heard in the distance. The same one that Mikasa had told us about when we were planning and the same one that I’d bend from. I glance at Levi and Hange and they both give me a nod signaling to run over and grab some water. Collecting it and tightening the ring around myself I meet back up with the troops at the foot of what they were calling a mountain.

We all have to get back on our horses and I shift and bend so that the water doesn’t hurt my horse. And then we’re off. The sun has barely begun to rise.

Just like Erwin planned.

Erwin calls for everyone to switch to ODM gear and we all stand on our horses to take off. I’m suited up in the gear, but I use my waterbending instead. The only reason we opted to have me wear the gear is as a sort of mobile storage for extra blades, thunderspears, and gas if someone else were to need it. I did receive training on the thunderspears though, because from what we could glean from our experiments my bending coudn’t cut through any of Eren’s hardening so it likely wouldn’t be any use against the Armored Titan.

Coming to the top of the wall, I can see Eren, Mikasa, and Armin all freeze.

Right, this used to be their home.

Before I have an opportunity to feel too bad for them, Levi orders us to keep moving and we all do.

I guess if there’s ever a time to actually obey an order now would be it.

I keep running while Armin stops to examine something. Levi, Hange, and I mention the surprising lack of titans, but signal to Eren to move to the next step. As soon as Hange sends off the flare, he launches himself into the air and transforms.

No matter how many times I see him do it, it’ll never cease to impress me.

Just as soon as it started it was over. Eren hardened and plugged the hole without a single hiccup. It was all way too smooth and I could tell it was making Levi and Hange uneasy the same way it was me. And, from the conversation I overhear Eren and Mikasa having, it sounds like he doesn’t trust it either.

As we move around the wall, a red flare goes up and we stop immediately. We return to Erwin, Armin, and the others via the top of the wall, but before we can get answers someone shoots off a red flare and claims that a part of the wall is hollow. Just as quickly, a sword strikes the soldier clean through his body and a blond man emerges.

Shit! That’s gotta be Reiner!

Levi drops down to attack him faster than I can register, stabbing him once through the neck and again through the chest but instead of dropping to the ground he retreats just as fast as he acted.

I hear him yelling something with Armin but can’t make it out over the sound of Reiner transforming.

For some reason, it’s less impressive when it’s not Eren.

Erwin reminds everyone to pay attention saying, “We still need to find his allies!” but just as he does so, it seems that his allies make themselves known. There’s an utterly jaw-dropping display of flashes before there are suddenly an entire army of titans surrounding us. At the center is a horrid hog-monkey looking son of a bitch, and I’m assuming that’s who Connie was referring to when he mentioned the “beast titan.”

As quiet as it had been is how chaotic it was now as this monkey shot-puts what has to be a five-ton boulder at us. When it doesn’t hit the top of the wall, it seems that like we might have been in the clear. However, when the dust settles, it was so clearly the opposite. The entrance was completely blocked so there was no longer any way out other than to go through the wall of titans.

The Armored wastes no time in beginning to climb the walls and it’s not until he’s almost on top of us that Erwin finally gives orders. I can tell Levi makes some kind of snide comment by the way Erwin side eye’s him, but his instructions are clear: Levi Squad and Hange Squad are to take on the Armored while everyone else is to guard the horses.

Got it.

What doesn’t sit right with me is that Erwin finishes his orders by saying, “One final time for humanity.”

It’s like he’s anticipating this being the battle that takes us all out.

As soon as we all break in our different directions, I notice that Erwin keeps Levi and sends him in the other direction.

Shit, why? Is it so that if we all die in here Levi survives out there? Or does he think we’re good enough on our own that they’ll need him out there?

As I’m contemplating Erwin’s choices, Eren transforms. No sooner had Reiner made it to the top of the wall than he was sliding back down after Eren.

Here we go!

As Eren and Reiner begin to engage, I can’t help but feel overwhelming pride watching him dodge and counter.

I can’t let myself celebrate for long because he could need us at any moment, but damn do I feel like a proud parent.

That is, until he goes to kick Reiner and I have to stop myself from smacking my forehead. Reiner does exactly what he should, and grabs Eren’s only leg anchoring him to the ground, throwing him around like a dancer’s ribbon.

As soon as Reiner gets the upperhand, Mikasa is chomping at the bit to swoop in. Hange scolds her but I can tell Mikasa isn’t convinced.

“On the wall you told him to trust his own strength, now you need to trust it too!” I yell at her from a different rooftop.

That’s when it hits me.

“Wait! Hange, I can help!”

“You heard what I just said!” She calls back, clearly aggravated.

“No, the attack hinges on using the thunderspears at the right time. Everyone else can keep doing what they’re doing, but my bending can help! Nothing with the thunderspears!”

She thinks only for a split second before another screech comes from Eren and she nods in approval.

I zip over and approach Reiner from behind, using my water on any of his joints where there isn’t hardening present. It’s also clear from watching them fight that Reiner’s armor isn’t as tough as Eren’s hardening so I start trying to work near the nape from as safe of a distance as I can manage.

Reiner whips around but doesn’t immediately see me, giving Eren an opening. It doesn’t last very long though as they begin grappling on the ground.

Flying back, I explain, “It’s too hard for me to hit Reiner without also hurting Eren, but they’re on the ground. Eren’s on his back and Reiner is on top, this seems like prime position for the thunderspears.”

We hear rumbling and notice Eren has flipped Reiner. “Nevermind.” I add before turning to go back.

I can’t freeze the ground because Eren will slip too. I whip one hardened blast at Reiner which blows him back but doesn’t do much else.

Fuck, I need more water!

I quickly use my ODM gear to get out of the way and move towards the canal to get water. While I’m away, I hear Hange call for them to move in followed by the explosions of the spears.

Shit, faster!

As I make my way back, Jean is giving them a pep talk about what they have to do and they move in at once.

After it’s clear that the hit was successful, everyone begins celebrating. Except for Sasha and Connie. Their tears and confliction seem to really bother Jean as he starts yelling at them to suck it up.

“Horseface, lay off,” I call as I approach. “Give us a minute wouldya?”

He reluctantly releases them and speeds over to another rooftop. I sit down between the two of them and just hold them for a moment. Let them cry. After they go for a second, I gently say, “Unfortunately, Jean was right. I know you once knew this kid, but you only knew the side of him that he wanted you to. It doesn’t make it easier, but try to think about it like…like you killed the bad side of him. Yeah, kill the traitor and leave nothing but the decent memories behind. There’s still a lot of this day left, and you two are still very much needed.”

Like all of my pep talks, I don’t know if it really helped. But emotions can be dealt with from the safety of the barracks. There’s no time for that here when there’s so much more fighting to be done.

Just as I’m about to go check on Armin and Mikasa, the Armored lets out a scream very much like the one Annie let out in the forrest. And based on everyone’s reaction, it has to be equally as bad.

Something is launched over the walls, and by Armin’s description it likely has Batteringram or whatever the fuck the kid’s name is in it. But he doesn’t immediately transform like everyone thought he would. And, from the sounds of it, if he had transformed right away it would have been disastrous for us.

As Hange divides up command, Armin leaps forward to attempt to negotiate.

Fuck, I get that they were once friends but kid’s gonna get himself killed!

We can’t hear what they’re saying, but we’re already to move at a moment’s notice. Be that forward to help, or backward and away from his transformation.

Suddenly Mikasa attacks. They’re back and forth but he’s holding his own. And then he’s gone.

God I wish I knew what was happening.

As he swoops off, he suddenly starts going up, and it gives us only a second or two to take cover.

Hange please, please be safe!

The resulting explosion is unlike anything I’ve ever seen and unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough to try to use ODM gear and it blew me back. The last thing I remember seeing before my vision went dark was the world lit up in a toxic shade of yellow.

I came to just a few moments later with a ripping headache. Eren’s titan shielding us from any burning derbis, and everyone huddled around me.

When I open my eyes Armin scoots closer. “One of your pupils is blown so you’ve definitely got a concussion. But other than that, are you okay?”

I grunt and rub the bridge of my nose with the heel of my hand. Without looking at anyone, I say, “Never better. So, now what?”

I still hadn’t seen the Collosal titan but based on that explosion, it must be quite a sight.

Everyone is extremely on edge for obvious reason, but I’m surprised by how much fear is in Connie’s voice when he says, “Hey, Armin? Your orders? Come on!”

Sasha follows this up with an equal amount of terror when she yells, “What should we do?”

I’m still getting my bearings back and trying not to think about just how bad my head hurts, but I can see how freaked out Armin is too. What no one expects is for Armin to ask Jean to take over.

I’m proud when Jean immediately makes a call to head for the river. I hadn’t realized just how natural of a leader he is.

Eren runs in the shadows as to not draw Batteringram’s attention. As soon as he’s close enough to the canal I dive in, completely submersing myself so I can heal every inch of my body.

It won’t get rid of the concussion, but it’ll at least make me feel better.

When I come up for air, no one is talking. It seems there’s still no plan, so I offer whatever I can. “Jean, you mentioned a distraction. I’d be a perfect one. He’s expecting to see Eren, he’s not expecting to see a waterbender. It could throw him off even for just a second and give an opportunity to make a move.”

“No way.” I raise my eyebrows at him. When he doesn’t continue and another wave of burning buildings comes raining down, I prompt, “Last I checked no one else had a better plan. It’s safer to use me as a distraction than it is Eren.”

Jean shakes his head. “Eren might be the objective but that doesn’t mean they won’t take you too.”

Armin jumps in to continue the thought. “Plus, while you’re both equally valuable, it’s for very different reasons. You are the only thing we have that they don’t. They’ve always been able to one-up us by using the titans in ways we didn’t know possible. Now, we have a person to use in ways they can’t even comprehend. Jean is right, you can’t go in as a distraction all on your own.”

“Well Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, what are your ideas then because from where I stand-” I’m dramatically cut off by more crashing nearby, “we need to do something fast.”

We all stare at each other for a moment when I get another idea. “Hey, I couldn’t do this earlier because it would’ve impaired Eren just as much as Reiner, but there’s definitely enough water here for me to lay down a sheet for him to slip on.”

Jean shakes his head again, “He’s too hot, it’ll melt before it can do anything.”

“No, I think you’re wrong.” I interject. “Something I noticed back home is that firebenders struggle to melt my ice and it’s something Hange and I have been experimenting with. My ice got cold enough that it burnt her, I think it might stand a chance, even if it’s just for a second. It doesn’t hurt to try and I can do it without giving away my location.”

Jean pauses and nods. Just as I’m about to take off though, he stops me. “What should we do after he falls though?”

“That seems like it’s your call right now ‘cap,” I say with a determined smile. His eyes widen and he starts to stutter, so instead of forcing him to try to figure it out, I give my two cents. “My suggestion though would be to move in as soon as he’s horizontal. I’ll keep working at it to try to get him on his hands and knees if not entirely prone, at which point you should try to go for the nape.” I pause and turn around, distributing my thunderspears to everyone. “You’ll all be in a better position than me to get him and you’ll have a much easier time with these than swords even though he doesn’t have armor.”

As I’m about to move out, I stop and turn, quickly saying, “If this doesn’t work, you’ll need to have a plan b because it’ll give our location away. I’ll follow your lead if it comes to that. Just,” I look to each and every one of them, “please be careful.”

They all nod decisively at me and I take that as my que to make a wave to ride closer. When I’m close enough but just outside of his peripheral field of vision, I take most of the contents of the canal on land. Running as stealthily as I can, I get so close that I can start to feel the heat radiating off of his titan.

I discern his path of movement and run out just ahead of his current location. As quietly as I can, I splay my water out in front of him and quickly bend it into a thick sheet of ice.

I don’t think he noticed me. And the ice looks nice and clear too so he probably won’t see that from all the way up there.

Just like I planned, he stepped on the ice and slipped, only instead of falling forward like I had hoped he went backward.

Less ideal for sure.

In a quick maneuver I shifted my ice to where his other foot would fall to brace himself, and that slips too. He falls so slow that it gives me time to anticipate where his hands will be and move my ice there.

Boom!

He’s down on the ground, but he’s on his back.

Shit, I should’ve kept at least one thunderspear.

He has to roll over to try to get back to his feet, but I don’t see the kids anywhere yet. To buy some time, I freeze his hands to the ground.

Still, no one.

Fuck!

Acting before I can think, I spout up so I’m on a level with his nape.

Guess this is on me.

Just as I’m about to slice with a waterwhip, his hand breaks free from the ground, ice still in tact, and he swings it towards me like a club.

I don’t have time to react.

Something smashes into my body.

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tarmac-rat · 1 year ago

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WIP W/E but we're doing Sunday today

I've got a tag backlog of like 5 of these lmao so @ghostoffuturespast thank you for tagging me and waiting like 3 months before I had time lol 💜

Extra long one because hell I haven't shared anything in like 3 months and I wanted to assure everyone that I am in fact not dead.

From Rain in the Desert chapter 18. Mikoshi Chapter. Top 10 Conversations Held Right Before Disaster:

Whether she expected that to be met with laughter or annoyance, it hardly matters, because all Johnny gives her is one sagely nod. “Like I said, got all the time in the world now. Should think about what I told you last night, if you want a place to start, at least.” “Find my mom?” “Leave the city. Not just because you should and you’re too stubborn to see it yet— lotta heat’s gonna fall on you once this is all over. They’ll swarm your apartment, knock on some of your friends’ doors and give ‘em a shakedown, all the works. Sometimes, the best way to keep the people who care about you safe is to smash your holo with a hammer and fuck off into the desert for a couple years.” “Even without you in my head, I’m still finding ways to run through all your greatest hits.” “Say it like that’s a bad thing.” “No comment. And you, though? You come up with a plan yet?”

“Workin’ on it. Think it over for a bit, weigh some pros and cons, see if I like what I come up with. I'll burn that bridge when I get there.” “Just be careful.” “Always am, kid, but thanks for the pep talk.” “Will I ever see you again?” The words slip from her without thought. It’s like the one she asked on that overlook behind Westbrook, or in that booth inside the Afterlife, or shin-deep in the waves of the Pacific. A question born of pure, pathetic desperation— of a need for him to verify something in herself that she can’t even begin to explain. Because when the wall between them came crumbling down, there was no going back, all of her awful thoughts became his and all of his terrible dreams became hers. But now it’s been built back up and she’s left pounding on the bricks, screaming out for an answer that will never ever come. It doesn’t have to be loud, or resolute, or even honest. If she can just hear his voice join her own through all the miles between them, then could be she can find it in herself to live with that. Just something, a single word. Anything to prove that she isn’t on her own in this. But rather than give her that, the corners of Johnny’s mouth slowly draw up into a toothy smile. “Is that fondness I hear in your voice, princess?” he teases. It’s right around there V learns that code can, in no uncertain terms, flush, “Shut up.” “Sayin’ you’re actually gonna miss havin’ my shitty little thoughts ringin’ ‘round up in your head?” “Shut up. Johnny.” The look he throws her at that almost makes V wish that Alt would come back and Soulkill her all over again, “Always thought you wore sentimentality like a pair of shackles and a straitjacket, but this is somethin’ else. You mean I might actually see you shed a few tears when Alt starts cartin’ me off?” “Jesus, forget I said anything. Ask a genuine question and I end up getting grilled for it like I’m on some shitty daytime talk show,” V grits out, hand against her brow in an effort to shield her burning face, “Wanna toss jokes about me being ‘sentimental’, y’know, but here you are not even taking a lick of this seriously when I’m trying to be on the level. You want to know what you’ll actually see when you go, Johnny? How about me flipping you one last bird for the road, since apparently your gonk ass can’t bear to not make light about this shit for five fucking minutes.” “...I’ll miss your shitty little thoughts too, if it means anythin’.” V glances up. Johnny hadn’t been looking at her anymore but as if sensing it return, his gaze does rise to tangle up in hers again. His body betrays nothing, almost; she doesn’t miss the way his fingers have curled in tight around his latest cigarette, metal knuckles rasping some discordant song against the tabletop. And maybe that’s the thing she’d forgotten about being human. That words are incoherent things, and so rarely do they mean what we want them to. Well, when you’re stuck there pounding on a wall, what better way to say that you’re not alone in this than to pound back? “This won’t be the end, though, right?” the chain around V’s neck tightens; she’s got the pendant and dog tags locked in a visegrip again, “I mean, if I manage to find my way back to the Blackwall again, maybe Alt can…I don’t know, carry a message over? Let me through from time to time?” Johnny’s smile is small, and restrained, and probably speaks to something they both know can never really be, but for a moment, maybe pretending that it could can somehow be enough; “We’ll work somethin’ out, princess.”

If or when I have a new WIP to share, I'll probably do a WIP share tag then! But thank you again to everyone who's tagged me over the past couple of months!

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rain in the Desert #Aldi speaks #Aldi Writes #I have workshopped so much of this chapter in particular lol and I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO ON IT #RIP me this is what I get for deciding that 30k chapters can be a new standard

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mblematic · 2 years ago

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wip snip tag game :)

thanks for the tags @billsfangearring @tahtahfornow and @femme--de--lettres (so many times, sorry it took me so loooong) !!

Here is a lil snippet from an aloto something billie and I are working on!! will post a wolfstar snippet soon too I think hehehe

untitled aloto angst

“What are we even supposed to do?” she asks Lupe in exasperation one night, feeling itchy and raw under her clothes, still full of energy even though the sun had long set and they’d had a full day of practice. “What does everyone do at night?”

“Hell if I know,” Lupe says, around a bite of apple. She’s lying down on her own bed, moodily crunching at the fruit, her other hand picking at the paint on the wall. “Esti writes home. Maybelle knits. Shirley probably organizes the pantry. Carson does—” She stops, ponders it. Jess thinks Greta, before she can help it. “Who fucking knows what Carson does,” Lupe finally says, and tosses the rest of the apple into the bin by the side of the bed.

“Talks to herself,” Jess suggests. “Works on her pep talks.”

Lupe snorts, then swings her legs around so she’s sitting up. “What did you do in Moose Jaw,” she asks, with enough derision that Jess reaches over to flick her hard on the forehead. “¡Ay! Fuck.”

“In Moose Jaw, I had a bar to go to.” Jess leans back again, her arms crossed, as Lupe rubs at the pink mark on her forehead, glaring. “And I could go outside without somebody telling me to put on a dress.”

the best joke in here is courtesy of Billie, so. mostly this is bragging for her

tagging @femme--de--lettres back in, also @impishtubist @everythingbutcoldfire @tracingpatternswrites and @broomsticks :)) feel free to ignore as everrrr

#tag game #wip snip

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago

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I’m still here - part iii - eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: moving on is easier said than done.

warnings: mostly angst lol dustin and steve and wayne make appearances, mentions of canon-typical violence, swearing, etc. no smut in this one!

a/n: yes we are veering from canon cuz the end of season four had basically everything going to shit in hawkins so I have tweaked/ignored a few things for the sake of story.

reblogged & comments always appreciated ♥️

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Steve knows that he cares too much.

It’s just become apart of his personality, at this point. Forever the babysitter, forever giving too much of a damn to distance himself from the hell that is Hawkins. If you had told him three, four years ago that this is where he’d end up, the pseudo older brother to a bunch of rag-tag munchkins, weirdly friendly with his ex-girlfriend and ex-crush, and deeply mourning the loss of a guy he knew for all of zero-point-five seconds, hugging his sobbing girlfriend on her front lawn, he’d tell you to go shove it.

But, that’s where he is, and where he’s been since you fell.

He remembers you, vaguely. There were a few parties he’s sure you both attended, basketball games and pep rallies. He recognizes your face from the grad photos, the class of ‘84 plastered on the wall outside the gym. If he thinks hard enough, he’s pretty sure you’ve shared classes as far back as kindergarten, plunked together often enough that you could have been fast friends if either of you had made the effort, but never had the chance.

But Eddie died. Eddie died to give them more time. Eddie died to save the world. And now here’s Steve, trying his best to comfort you when he knows there’s no way to fix this, to make this better.

Eddie died.

You dropped as soon as the words were out of Steve’s mouth, tears pouring down your cheeks. The sobs you made were completely soundless, and something about it made Steve’s heart ache harder, like a scene out of an old movie, the volume sucked away so you could only see the actor’s raw emotion. He caught you easily, reflexes kicking in at the right moment for once, and felt your hands curl in the front of his pull-over as he sank down onto the grass with you, pulling you against his chest.

“I know,” he murmurs to you, rubbing an almost-awkward hand up and down your back. “I’m so sorry.”

It was in passing, sure, Eddie’s remarks about you, but Steve noticed, could see the gleam in his eye, the excited tone in his voice whenever he mentioned you.

Walking through hell-Hawkins, trying to find a way back, talking about Nancy: “Now, I don’t know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back. Because that was an unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

A sputtered laugh. “That I do. Best thing that ever happened to me, I can tell you that.”

When they had unravelled everything, Nancy announcing they needed to go back into the Upside Down: “No. No, absolutely not. Nope. No. I am not going back in there, Harrington. The only place I am going is straight to Chicago to get my girl, and then I am getting as far away from Hawkins as physically possible.”

In the midst of hot-wiring the stolen Winnebago: “Now, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, and I had my foot in the right direction, almost, until five days ago. In love with a pretty girl, army-crawling my way towards graduation. Y’know, I’m gonna go to Chicago with her? Do whatever I can to make her happy, all that sappy shit from the movies. I got big plans, Harrington, let me tell you. But now, I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I’m really living up to that Munson name. At least my girl still loves me.”

When Dustin had told them Eddie was gone, Steve felt…hollow. He couldn’t explain it. He barely knew the guy, though he supposed saving the world and fighting like hell through the demonic-opposite version of their hometown created a bond of some sort between them all. Eddie was the rebel, the outcast, the freak, which Steve is loathe to admit he once agreed with. Knowing the insane witch-hunt most of Hawkins has embarked upon for the guy, it makes his stomach turn.

It’s strange, but seeing you, watching you take it in, it makes him miss Eddie more. He was a good guy, there was no questioning that, and Steve wishes he’d taken the time to get to know him more.

He can’t do that, but he can do this. You both just sit there for a while, Steve starting to rock side-to-side at one point or another, his brow furrowed as you cry into his collar. He can’t fix this. He can’t make this better. But he can be there for you, on possibly the worst day of you life, try to comfort you when he’s just delivered the worst possible news.

“He really loved you,” he tells you.

You hiccup, finally lifting your head and wiping at your face. Your eyes are bloodshot now, lashes clumped together with tears. “I really loved him.”

“I have something for you, actually,” Steve says, not making a move to get up but pointing to his car parked at the curb, “and I think Dustin would really like to see you.”

You nod, chin bobbing with the movement, wiping a fresh tear from your cheek. “Okay.”

Slowly, Steve helps you to your feet, and you walk together towards the curb, you with your arms tucked against your chest, Steve toying with his hands. He pops the trunk and you wait on the pavement, knee bouncing with nerves as he retrieves the vest.

“I washed it,” he tells you, holding the denim towards you. You snatch it instantly, your eyes drifting shut as you crush it to your chest. “It was kind of…well, it’s a long story.”

“I want to know,” you say, and the strength in your voice surprises Steve. “I want to know what really happened. How he died. I want to know everything.”

Steve just stares at you a moment before closing the trunk. “It’s…a lot. You might wish the opposite if we tell you.”

You shake your head, fingers toying with the collar of Eddie’s vest. “I don’t care. I want to know. I need to, Steve. Please.”

“Okay,” he says, reaching out and putting a hand on your arm. “Let’s go.”

You just stare at Dustin.

He stares back.

“You’re lying.”

“Wish that I was,” the kid says, spreading his hands wide. His eyes are still a little shiny; he’d burst into tears when you and Steve had arrived at the Wheeler’s house. It was weird at first, all these faces you only knew in passing staring back at you.

Nancy you had probably spoken to the most, both of you working on the school paper at one time or another, and when you walked into her house, she squeezed your hand and mouthed I’m sorry. Robin introduced herself with an awkward flourish, giving your shoulder a light tap with her fist before sinking back behind Steve. Mike Wheeler you’d met at Hellfire, and he looked as solemn as Dustin, a girl with short hair you didn’t recognize standing behind him. Lucas was at the hospital with Max, another member of the group who Steve told you had also been injured in the…whatever it was that had happened, and Lucas was by her side twenty-four seven.

You’d shrugged into the vest the moment you stepped out of Steve’s car. It felt right, somehow, to be wearing it, the denim soft against your skin. It smelled mostly of laundry detergent, but if you inhaled deep enough, you could swear Eddie’s scent was still lingering in the fabric, proof that it had once been his.

Dustin had been hanging at the back of the group when you walked in, the last to greet you as Steve introduced you formally to those who didn’t already know you. He was sitting at the dining table, face pushed into his hand, foot tapping nervously.

The room had fallen silent as you walked over to him, realizing as you got closer what was sitting on the table before him.

A length of chain and a guitar pick. Eddie’s.

“Hey kid,” you said quietly, and his head had snapped up, eyes going wide as he realized you were standing right in front of him. He was on his feet in an instant, arms around your middle, hands fisted in the back of the vest.

He’d babbled into your front for a while. I’m so sorry I tried to save him he bought us time he saved my life he saved everyone’s life I can’t believe he’s gone I’m sorry he’s a hero he’s my hero he didn’t run away he helped save the world.

“It’s okay,” your murmured, hugging him back tightly. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay, but the sentiment remained.

Once Dustin had calmed enough to get a coherent sentence out, they sat you down, and they told you everything. Steve’s warning echoed through your mind as they explained, but you needed to know. You needed to know what Eddie died for, and, as Dustin and Mike and the girl, El, talked, you learned exactly what. Exactly what he’d done, exactly how he died, exactly how important everything he did was.

Dustin starts to cry again when he tells you the last thing Eddie said.

Tell her, okay? Tell her what I did. Tell her how much I loved her. I loved her so much, man.

You hugged Dustin again when the tears came harder, and Steve met your eyes, his brow hard, nodding once. “He loved you guys too,” you tell them, reaching over and squeezing Mike’s hand. “I know he did.”

Your parents take off for your grandparents the next day. You outright refuse to go, standing by the fact that you are a grown-ass woman and you do not legally have to listen to them and your friends need you. Your mother looks like she could fall over and your father just flares his nostrils before getting in the car. It’s rough, from all sides, but you don’t know what else to do. You can’t leave. Not yet. Not like this.

It takes a few days, a lot of encouragement from Steve and Robin (who you’re already strangely attached to), but you finally pluck up the courage to drive over to the trailer park to see Eddie’s uncle.

The park is a mess, toppled trees and power lines, the metal fences cleaved in half in some places. A few of the motorhomes have been relocated to other parts of the park, and everything just looks off. One of the permanent trailers has a large oak sticking through it’s roof, another is missing the glass from all its windows. There’s a string of caution tape hanging limply off one of the fence posts outside the Munson trailer. Eddie’s van is still parked out front.

It’s late afternoon, the sun just starting to dip in the sky, and you walk slowly towards the front door, lifting your hand to knock.

“Eddie’s not here,” a familiar voice calls, and you turn to see Wayne Munson sticking his head out of the van, his face an unreadable mask. “Wondered when I’d see you around.” He slides the door of the van open all the way, sinking onto the floor and letting his feet touch the grass. “Haven’t seen him more than two weeks now. S’not like him. And now, with all this,” he gestures to the trailer, to the destruction marring the trailer park, “I ain’t never been this worried in my life.”

Dustin had explained what had happened at the trailer, that Chrissy Cunningham’s death had created one of four gates that had helped cause the bigger rift (earthquake) that had ripped through Hawkins. He and Eddie had gone through the gate to distract the bats, the demons that had ultimately killed Eddie, and the gate was still open. It explained Wayne being in the van instead of the trailer.

You can feel the tears crawling back up your throat as you walk towards Wayne. You’re still wearing the vest — you haven’t taken it off since Steve gave it to you — and you have the guitar pick necklace in your pocket, burning a hole with every step. Wayne had never been around much when you were still living in Hawkins, most of your nights at the trailer spent with just Eddie, and the mornings hushed and whispered since Wayne worked the nightshift and slept most of the day. Eddie was always respectful, careful not to make any noise when you got up in the morning.

Wayne was a nice man, if a little rough around the edges. From the few conversations you’d had with him, you knew his heart was in the right place, that he’d done the best he could taking Eddie in after everything happened with his parents, and he loved him like he was his own son.

It breaks your heart to have to tell him this.

He cries. He cries, and you cry, and you cry together, Wayne surprising you with a bone-crushing hug. You give him the easier version, well-rehearsed with Steve and Dustin, the version of the story that doesn’t let slip any more details than necessary. That Eddie saved someone’s life after the earthquake happened, but had lost his own in the process.

“Kid was always too selfless for his own good,” Wayne grumbles, his voice thick, shaking his head. “Goddamn it, Eddie.” He pats your hand. “Y’can go inside if you want. His stuff’s all there in his room. Just…watch out in the living room, I suppose.”

“Thanks, Wayne.”

He just nods.

You nearly stumble back through the door when you walk in, the gate on the ceiling more terrifying than what you’d expected. It’s not moving, like Dustin had described it, but black…vines slither outward, dark tendrils marring the white ceiling. The middle is open, an eerie red light pulsing back at you. What the fuck.

Side-stepping the living room as quickly as you can, you dart for Eddie’s bedroom, the path in the well-worn carpet leading you straight there. As soon as you’re in, you shut the door behind you, leaning your forehead against the Iron Maiden poster taped to the back of the door.

It’s a few moments before you can open your eyes, turn and face the rest of the room. It’s so familiar to you, it all is, but it doesn’t feel right without Eddie with you. Without the sloppy make-outs on his desk, the intense love-making in his bed, the endless music sessions, the books on his bedside table.

His D&D gear sits on the desk, a stack of books and papers and a pencil case, and you run your fingers over the books. There’s a battered copy of The Lord of the Rings sitting on the bed, the pages dog-eared so many times it’s hard to tell where he was in the book this time around. Milk crates full of records, cassette tapes, the vinyl of a Metallica album still on the record player.

You flip it on, setting the needle in place. The record starts to spin, guitar and drums spilling from the speakers beside the player. You walk towards his closet, hands reaching for whatever fabric you can find, pulling a hoodie with the Iron Maiden logo emblazoned on the front off the shelf, shrugging out of the vest so you can pull the hoodie on and then the vest back on top.

So close, no matter how far.

Couldn’t be much more from the heart.

Forever trusting who we are,

And nothing else matters.

Wayne is still sitting in the open van when you walk back outside, shutting the trailer door behind you. “Y’should get home, kid,” he tells you, “your parents are probably worried.”

“They left for my grandparents’ a few days ago,” you tell him, and he lifts a brow. “I couldn’t leave Hawkins. Not yet.”

He just looks at your for a long moment, and then nods.

“I’m staying with the Harrington’s this week, maybe the Buckley’s next week, but maybe I could come by sometime? For dinner or something?”

He actually cracks a smile; a sad one, but a smile all the same. “That’d be nice, kid.”

Once enough time has passed, they declare Eddie Munson’s cause of death as an accident related to the earthquake, and officially call off the manhunt for him. People are pissed, angry folks claiming the cops didn’t do enough, that “that Munson freak could still be on the run, killing people!” It makes you sick, the way they talk about him. You want to scream in every single one of their faces, but you know it’s no use.

The funeral is small, you and Wayne and the crew you now consider your closest friends, along with Eddie’s other pals from Corroded Coffin and Hellfire. Every single one of them — including you and Wayne — shows up wearing the Hellfire t-shirt under suit jackets or over dresses. You wear yours tucked into a black skirt, one of Eddie’s flannels over top, along with the vest. It feels right.

The headstone is dark, almost black, the words etched in grey.

Edward Munson, October 31st 1965-March 27th 1986, beloved friend, son, and soulmate.

It had been Dustin’s idea, the soulmate part. It made you cry.

Time goes on, the town returning to some semblance of normal, if you can even call it that. Everyone is still balanced on a razor’s edge, tiptoeing around each other. You call your parents regularly, once it’s safe to come back to Hawkins, but they refuse. It’s only a month until the house is put up for sale and bought by a family who lost their home in the quake. Part of you wonders if it’s your parents way of punishing you for refusing to leave, but you’re too wrapped in your grief to really care.

You defer your final exams and your third year at the university. You spend weeks couch surfing between the Wheeler’s and the Harrington’s and the Buckley’s and even the Henderson’s, before Wayne tells you to move into Eddie’s room. The gate is still there in the trailer, ominous as ever, but Wayne puts up a few pieces of plywood to block it from view, and you use the back door to get in and out of the trailer instead.

It’s nice, in a weird, awful way. You spend a lot of time with Robin and Steve and Dustin, happy to be around people who understand, who are still trying to get you to understand everything, but are patient and kind and good.

You spend a lot of time at the cemetery as well. Most days, when you’re not working at the Family Video or the gas station by the trailer park, you sit there in front of his headstone for hours. You bring a book or your Walkman and just sit, leaned against the stone, listening to his tapes or reading Lord of the Rings. You talk to him a lot too, about everything happening with your parents, with school, how great the friends you inherited from him are.

Today is a rough day. Summer’s getting closer, and any normal year, you’d be on your way home from Chicago around now. Eddie would be waiting on your front porch or come sprinting out of the trailer when you pulled down the gravel road, scooping you into his arms and kissing you hard. You’d have the whole summer to spend together, getting up to no good and spending far too much (not enough) time naked in his bed.

God fucking damn it, you miss him.

“Why’d you have to go?” you ask the stone, fingers plucking at the grass beneath you. “Why’d you have to leave me here all alone, huh? Why’d you have to go and be the hero?”

The wind whistles through the trees, sifting your hair off the back of your neck, and you can feel goosebumps rise on your skin. Something in the air changes, the temperature plummeting all of a sudden, and your stomach is in knots. Clouds roll in overhead and you squint at the sky, reaching for your bag and getting to your feet. Reaching out, you run your hand over the top of the headstone, the curves and ridges.

“Goodnight, Eds.”

“Goodnight, already? I just got here.” You whirl, bag falling out of your now-slack grip. You didn’t hear his approach, and staring at him, you’re half-convinced you’re losing your mind.

Eddie.

You just stare, open mouthed, as he walks towards you, that familiar saunter to his step as he closes the distance between you and him. There’s something…different, but you can’t put your finger on it, and you’re ninety-nine percent sure you’re going into shock, that this is some kind of vivid hallucination and you’re going to wake up any minute.

There’s a scar on his neck, you realize as he gets closer, the skin red and pink and cutting down towards one of his tattoos. He lifts a hand slowly to your cheek, and you can see more scars on his hand and arm, right in the web between his index finger and thumb, across the thin skin of his wrist.

His palm is cool against your cheek, but solid and there, thumb swiping over your skin. This isn’t a dream. Or the weed you smoked last night in the trailer was much more than you bargained for.

Eddie grins, revealing those pearly white teeth and…fangs, long and pointed canines, dipping down over his bottom teeth, perfect and sharp.

What the actual fuck.

You just stare, jaw dropping open, eyes brimming with tears. He’s here. He’s actually here. Is this actually happening? This can’t be a hallucination. You can feel him.

A single tear drips down your cheek and Eddie wipes it away, the grin splintering slightly, his own eyes going shiny. “Hi, baby,” he says, voice soft as anything. “Sorry I’m late.”

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mc’s little siblings act like their boyfriend

a/n: i’ve been thinking about this for so long and i thought it’s quite funny and cute

WARNINGS: slight spoilers from azuls past if you haven’t completed chpt 3

leona:

little kids aren’t his things so when you asked him to babysit your siblings it took tons of convincing plus hugs and kisses thrown in but he ultimately does it because it’s you and he loves you

it’s been hours since you left and the house has been questionably quiet. while leona likes the peace shouldn’t he be hearing noisy children?

squirming with anxiety he checks upstairs in one of guest rooms to find your siblings curled up together surrounded by every blanket and pillow ramshackle owns

he thought it was cute and definitely thought they could teach you a thing or two about sleeping/cuddling but he kept that thought to himself and watched them until they started to wake up

still attached to each other they look around the room obviously looking for you but find a strange cat man leaning on the door staining at them

they ask where you were sleepily not really fazed by leona’s presence and when he tells them you’re out running errands they motion leona over to them tugging on his sleeve to get into bed with them

what did you come home to you may ask? your siblings laying right on top of leona covering him like a blanket. taking some well deserved pictures of the cuddle bugs you yourself join the pile and sleep until the morning

azul:

azul is a man of business he has no time to babysit children which he thought to himself when you asked if he could watch your sibling for a couple hours why you run around doing crowley’s work

but what did his mouth say exactly? that’s how azul is now stuck in his office with your sibling who is clearly occupied reading damn near ancient textbooks

he admires your sibling a lot for many things like not annoying him and being loud, making a mess of his office and touching everything in sight. he can’t put his finger on it but why is your sibling acting like this?

he remembers the way his bullies would spend all day outside running around screaming just kids being kids while azul desperately tried to fit in

he knows he shouldn’t pry in there business and make them open up but the thought of kids bullying his sea angels sibling? there will be hell to pay

he tries subtle not so subtle conversation asking about what they’re reading and why then questions about school and their friends are brought up and the next thing you know the child is curling up in a ball crying trying to hide from the world just like azul did long ago

he found out they’re only reading this because there peers don’t think highly of them and tease them ruthlessly which they don’t like. they know they should tell mc or an adult but the bullying will only get worse from there if it happens

they want to prove to everyone that they are smart and not some stupid kid and if that means reading big boring difficult books then so be it. azul doesn’t know how to comfort people but he can understand what they’re going through so he gets to there level and gives them a pep talk on how you shouldn’t care what people think and how your aren’t weak if you tell someone about the bullying

everyone deserves to be treated with respect and kindness just how mc treats him. both just hug and cry complaining about how cruel the world is. the moment you walk inside azuls office you are greeted with two kids crying holding you in a vice grip.

floyd:

has floyd ever watched children before? no but when it comes to you he’d love to help out his shrimpy

off the bat floyd loves them but doesn’t understand why they have a harness and leash on until you give all the ground rules

as soon as you leave your sibling is bouncing off the walls asking all sorts of questions running around the lounge touching everything in sight

this gives floyd a good laugh and a little game of tag to tire out the kid or so he thought. the kid doesn’t give up because he’s tired more like he has a mood change and wants to go outside

floyd remembers you told him to keep your sibling inside no matter how much they ask but with all the wining and screeching floyd’s mood takes a turn and he raises his voice to tell them to stop

this sure does get there attention but at what cost? mc sibling is now crying and in a sad mood. both children are now in opposite moods and the atmosphere is tense

it takes a while for floyd to relax but once he does he apologizes to them and asks if they wanna prank some people around campus to which your sibling agrees

he knows they should stay inside but come on they both need to go outside!!! so while you’re running errands floyd and your sibling are terrorizing students left and right and it’s complete chaos

while walking back to mostro lounge with goodies for both of them. you hear behind you laughing and a crowd of people yelling to stop you stop to look around but before you know it floyd is screaming at you to run while he’s holding your sibling

and behind them are all the dorms and staff clearly pranked by the two trouble makers.

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 4 years ago

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) Chapter 9 (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW 18+++++ SMUT SMUT SMUT/ SWEARING AND MORE SMUT.

word count: 2.7k

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The journey in your mind seemed to take forever. It was at this point where you were all alone, that the nerves about what was to come really set in. Before you knew it you were at the large wooden doors, behind them, Sauls room.

“It’s now or never Y/N.” Again with your little pep talks, your subconscious Jiminy Cricket giving you the push you needed. You didn’t know if you should knock or just go in. He was expecting you after all. You decided on the later and tried the door handle. Unlocked. That gave you your answer as you took a tentative step inside the room you’d only been in a handful of times.

Everything about the room screamed Saul. It was his little man-cave, a place where he could chill after all the hard work he did every day. A large flat screen was mounted on the wall in front of his bed. His bed, sleek, large and modern. The sheets so flat and well made that you cold bounce a penny off them. Under the tv was a long wooden cabinet, hidden away in the cubby holes, a PS4, some cd’s and an array of different movies. You’d talked Saul in to watching some of your faves a while back, so he’d finally understand some of your references. You scanned the room. Not a thing out of place. The room was twice the size of your dorm, he had the whole floor of this wing to himself. Your favourite part about his practical penthouse, was the view. Off to the side, a wide balcony that overlooked all of Alfea, high enough that you could see way into the distance, the forrest, the lands, even the shimmer of the protective border. You could hear that Saul was in the shower, so you had a look around. You’d only been in his room a couple times, never venturing further than the ground floor living room, scared that one thing might lead to another and you wouldn’t be able to control yourselves.

His bedroom was behind a wall of glass on the upper floor which you could see from where you stood. You weren’t joking when you said it was huge! It was to be expected. Saul practically lived at Alfea, even when there weren’t students kicking about. Off to the side of his bedroom you noticed a heavy metal door, no doubt his miniature armoury he had once told you about. You walked over to the kitchen, searching for a drink that would help keep your buzz alive. He’d asked you before tonight what you wanted him to stock, your choice was wine, Rosé, white Zinfandel. He had several bottles, all different brands. Your heart skipped a beat. It was the little things like this that made you know how much he actually cared. You selected the one you wanted and reached into the high cabinet for a wine glass and poured some, sipping a little nervously, waiting for your man. Over to the side you noticed an old record player, beside that, a shelving unit filled with more records you’d ever seen. You picked something to set the mood, it would also alert him that you were here, but with his training, you were sure he already knew.

You heard the light padding of footsteps and watched as Saul rounded the corner, shorts hung low on his hips, his torso completely bare, his abs and chest glistening under the lights, still slightly wet from his shower, his hair damp and messy. He’d never looked so good in that moment. You willed your brain to take a snapshot which would forever be saved for your wankbank. You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol but god… your were hornier than a dog in heat. You crossed your legs which didn’t go un-noticed by Saul who smirked. The audacity. You rolled your eyes.

“Miss Y/L/N, what a pleasant surprise, I thought i’d eventually have to come down there and drag you away in front of everyone.” He walked up to you slowly, one of his strong arms wrapping around you, his hand splayed on your back, bringing your body flush against his. You gulped.

“Well, i’m here now aren’t I Mr Silva? Impatient are we?” You smiled up at him putting your free hand behind his head, weaving your fingers in his damp hair, pulling his face towards yours so you could kiss his soft lips. You groaned at the feeling, also at the feeling of Sauls hard cock growing against your stomach. That was the thing between you, it took you both two seconds within each others presence to be completely ready for each other. You were wetter than you’d ever been before, your lacy one piece under your dress sporting a soaked crotch right about now.

“Happy birthday princess.” Saul spoke between the kiss, Your body still grinding up against him, brushing against his cock every now and again. “As much as I love this baby, I want to give you your presents.” He kissed you once more on the lips and adjusted his boner. Your cheeks were flushed and you wanted to strip yourself free of your dress. Saul wandered over to a draw near the tv, producing two small boxes neatly wrapped in shades of black and gold paper. He took you by the hand and sat with you on the leather sofa in the centre of the room.

“Open this one first.” He handed you the box that was slightly bigger than the other. You unwrapped it and inside was another box. Inside that was a thin silver necklace, hanging from it, dog tags crafted from silver and embellished with diamonds, an exact replica of Sauls dog tags that he would have received in his training, just a bit more fancy. You instantly loved it, turning so he could put it on for you but he stopped you and handed you the other present first. You raised your eyebrows. Inside the paper was a smaller box, shaped like a geode, however inside this one, a ring sat atop crystals in the rock. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“Now, I know this might seem early, don’t panic. It’s not an engagement ring.. yet. I want to marry you, I know there will never be anyone else for me. You’re all I want and will ever want until my last dying breath Y/N, this is a promise ring. It means that I promise, I will be with you forever, I will love you until the end of time and I promise to always protect you. I promise i’ll be your partner, your future and your best friend.” Your eyes were full of unshed tears and for the first time you noticed Saul’s hands shaking. He was nervous? He took the ring from you and placed it on the necklace with the dog tags making it complete as he fastened the clasp on your neck.

Shock was the initial emotion you felt. Shock that someone loved you as much as Saul did after never having experienced love from anyone. Then love, heaps and waves of unconditional love for the man that sat in front of you. You didn’t know how to thank him. You just reacted. Raising yourself up from the sofa, you keeled on either side of Silva’s thighs, straddling him, pressing down so your mound was pressed again the bulge in his shorts. You started to grind a little earning a moan from Saul who had thrown his head back.

“I love you Saul Silva, I love you so so much, I want you. I want you to make me yours fully.” You went harder, the friction from his cock driving you insane. You squealed when you were lifted into thin air, Saul throwing you over his shoulder cave man style. His hand came up to rest on your ass under your dress, needing the skin. He made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom. You gulped, butterflies erupting in your stomach as one of his calloused fingers ran over your damp slit covered by the lace suit under your dress. Now you wished you’d just gone commando.

He let you go and you landed on his bed with a bounce. He was on you in seconds, his mouth trailing all the way from the inside of your leg up to your throat and to your mouth. He’d positioned himself so his hips were able to grind right against your core and you couldn’t help but moan into his hot mouth. Sauls fingers toyed with the hem of your dress that had ridden up your thighs, you lifted your body so he could grab it and pull it off over your head. He sat back on his haunches and whistled. You blushed and winked at Saul as his eyes looked over your body.

“Is this the secret item you bought when we went shopping? I have to say, I love it.” His large hands ran over your lace body suit, nipples strained against it, visible to Saul through the thing mesh lace material.

“All for you Mr Silva.” You smiled at him as his lust filled eyes lingered on your breasts. Your fingers toying with the band of his shorts. He looked up at you, an expression on his face like ‘are you sure?’ You pulled them down and gasped, not realising he was going commando. His cock sprung free and your breath halted. Jesus wept. That was not a normal size. How the hell was he going to fit? Looking up again you saw Saul with his signature smirk.

“Like what you see baby girl?” His mouth came down on your neck, sucking and bitting slightly making your pussy clench with want and need. You’d never been this intimate with anyone before? Never even kissed someone until you met Saul. Now your man was here as naked as the day he was born. The alcohol still running through you was something you were grateful for, giving you a little more confidence. You reached down and took Saul’s hard cock in your small hand, he groaned as you ran you fingers up and down his shaft, feeling the bumpy veins and smooth skin, pre-cum leaking from the purple swollen tip. You licked your lips, a fire burning in your belly. You crawled forward on the bed, swaying your hips in the air, stopping with your face in front of Saul’s member. Before he could ask what you were doing he was in your mouth. Just because you were a virgin didn’t mean you didn’t watch porn, it had taught you a thing or two. Licking the tip, you collected the sweet and salty pre-cum and hummed happily. You wanted more, your tongue bottoming out on the underside of his cock, you took him as far down as you could, feeling the tip touch your tonsils. You gagged a little and came up for air.

“You’re fucking amazing.” Sauls head was thrown back in ecstasy, his heart swelled with pride and pleasure, looking down at the woman kneeled in front of him. “Let’s get this off you shall we.” His finger snapped the bra strap and you grinned eagerly. You helped him push the straps down either side of your arms and stood up on the bed, shimmying out of the delicate one piece. You blushed, your arms coming to cover your exposed body, suddenly nervous about what he was seeing. His face hardened.

“You better not be hiding from me darling. You don’t have to hide from me. I love every part of you.” He slowly moved your arms away, drinking in the sight before him. “Beautiful.” He kissed your stomach. “Perfect” He kissed your hip. “Sexy” He kissed one breast and then the other, your eyes fluttering closed as his expert tongue coiled around the sensitive nubs. You knelt up, pressing your bare chest against his, noticing how well your bodies fit together. You felt his member pulsing against your belly button. You needed him inside you.

Laying back on the bed, you beckoned Saul forward with a finger, a come hither motion. He obeyed and took your thighs in his hands, pulling your legs apart, exposing your most personal and sensitive area. You were soaked, no doubt your juices visible for him to see. Saul licked his lips. He looked up at you asking for permission, you nodded your head. Within seconds his face was between your legs, you felt his nose brush against your sensitive nub and then his tongue was licking between your folds. Your eyes rolled and your body arched up seeking more. Your hand in his hair, tugging slightly as his pace began to quicken. There was something hot about the way you could hear your pussy squelching around his lips. He looked up smirking again. Always smirking, cheeky devil. His mouth glistening with your juices. You giggled.

“I can’t believe I ever got so lucky Saul.” His head dove back down, licking and sucking, making your nerves tingle, your stomach erupted in butterflies and you could feel you were getting close, Sauls hand splayed on your stomach, pushing you down into the mattress as he ate you relentlessly. You hardly had time to cry out as you came around his tongue, screaming out his name as he kept going helping you ride out your earth shattering orgasm.

Catching your breath, your legs still shaking around Sauls head, you wondered if this is how it would always feel. Would he always make you feel this way, would he always want you, would you be enough? For the first time in your life you told yourself yes. You were enough.

“Are you ready to go all the way darling? If you’re not ready that’s absolutely fine, I can wait.” Saul rubbed his hands down your legs soothingly, still looking you over with heavy lust filled eyes. God you loved him.

“I’m ready Saul, I’ve never been more ready.” With that he rolled on the condom and lined himself up. The engorged tip of his cock sitting at your entrance. You were tingling again, waiting patiently for what was to come. Suddenly nervous, you linked your fingers with Sauls for reassurance.

“It’s okay baby, it will only hurt for a minute, i’ll be as slow and gentle as I can until you say you’re ready.” His dipped down, placing a soft kiss on your lips and moved his hips forward, his hand in between the both of you, guiding his member into your slick opening. You cried out into Sauls mouth. The pressure built as his hard flesh tore its way inside you. It burned slightly, but you knew it was just your walls getting accustomed to the sheer size of your man. You squeezed your eyes tight, Saul still planting kisses all over you as he finally bottomed out.

“Oh Y/N, you’re so tight.” His head buried in the crook of your neck and he stayed still, letting you adjust to him.

“I think you can move now, but slowly.” You gripped Sauls forearms as he started to adjust his weight on top of you, pulling back, pushing in, pulling back, pushing in. He gyrated his hips, your eyes widened, god that felt good. The pain was slowly subsiding and you started to feel pure pleasure. Before long he was pounding you relentlessly, both of you had waited so long for this moment and now you were fully connected. You were one. If the static connection you had before was something, then what you felt now was EVERYTHING.

“Faster Saul, i-i-‘m close.” You nails racked down his back, no doubt leaving bloody scratch marks, it seemed to fuel his fire as he pounded into you at a rapid speed. He leant down capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking and circling it with his tongue.

“Cum for me baby, cum on my cock. Let’s cum together.” You could feel his movements getting slower, sweat glistened on his forehead and you felt the build in your stomach. You closed your eyes tight, shuddering.

“I-im gonna..” With two more strokes both you and Saul were crying out. You felt some warmth as Saul’s cum filled the condom inside you, your pussy squeezed around his shaft milking it for everything. Your legs shook as Saul collapsed on top of your slick body. Both breathing rapidly and holding onto each other like your lives depended on it.

“Well that was one hell of a birthday present.”

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A Wife for Thor Pt.13

12/12/2020

The Honeymoon’s Not Over

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,309

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst, light smut, language, talks of pregnancy

A/N: I’m sorry these are taking longer. My grandparents are living with me for a few months and these are going to get a little slower now that they’re here. I hope you enjoy it! If you have a favorite part, let me know what it is! I’d love to hear. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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Not knowing what to expect from a marriage to a veritable stranger is predictable. Of course, you’re not going to know what’s to come when you don’t know the man you’ve agreed to marry.

Apart from the responsibilities of the throne you’ve chosen to sit upon, and the obligations you have to provide the kingdom with an heir, the marriage you have chosen for yourself was entered into blindly.

You knew absolutely nothing about Thor when you agreed to marry him. You knew a little bit more by the time you stood directly opposite him and said your vows.

Now, after spending time with him in the company of his comrades, his friends, you know what Thor sounds like when he busts a gut. You see the twinkle in his one eye when they all sit around the living room reminiscing about battles won.

You see sadness over their losses, and the loyalty of his friendship. You see the weight they all carry on their shoulders to give this world its best chance against all forms of threat.

Most of all, you know how proud Thor is to have you by his side. At every moment possible, he’s pulled you into their games and conversations. He’s invited Tony to give you a tour of the compound and Bruce had tagged along and whispered to you smaller things that Tony conveniently left out because they weren’t things for him to boast about.

As the night went on, the Avengers told you their farewells and those that lived outside of the compound took their leave. They told you it was so nice to meet you, shook your hand—or hugged you as was the case with Wanda, Nat, and Steve—and then made you promise to stop by again and stay for longer than a day.

“We’ll make a real vacation of it, I assure you,” Thor promises Bucky who has taken a shine to you more enthusiastically than you thought he would.

Since you made your opinions on Loki clear, he’s been much more eager to speak with you and exchange ideas on more than just overlooking the troubled pasts of people desperate to make a change.

By one o’clock in the morning, Tony and Bruce are the only two left in the living room.

Bruce sits at the edge of the sofa, his glasses balanced at the end of his nose as he scrolls through large amounts of text and numbers on a sleek black tablet.

Tony has taken over the corner of the sectional, his phone pressed to his ear again as he yawns but resists sleep.

You hear him say Pepper’s name and a quick acknowledgement that he misses her when you decide that maybe it’s time to give them their privacy.

You rise slowly, Thor back in the main common room where you’d all eaten dinner, talking to Loki or Hilde on his own phone to keep up with what’s happening back home.

Bruce notices, not as invested in his reading as you’d thought.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You admit, gesturing over your shoulder towards the other room.

“Oh, okay. Have a good night. I think Tony has breakfast set up for eight o’clock tomorrow morning so, the others will be back by then. I think?”

Bruce turns towards Tony who has his legs folded up on the seat, his hand combing through the back of his head as a sappy grin overtakes his face.

“Hey, breakfast at eight, right? Tomorrow morning?” Bruce asks, reaching over to place his hand on the seat of the sofa to attempt and get his attention.

“Hold on, Pep, there’s some weird old man trying to ask me something. I think if I ignore him long enough, he’ll leave me alone.” Tony mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear but muffled enough to make it clear that you’re not supposed to.

From the other end of the phone, you hear a clearly amused female voice speak back, “Be nice. He’s trying to be accommodating for Thor’s wife.”

He throws his hand back towards Bruce and waves his hand at him in clear dismissal.

Bruce sighs and gives you an apologetic smile, but you’re smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry. Just to be safe, we’ll say eight o’clock.”

“Thanks, Bruce. For the tour and everything.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Bruce nods.

“Good night. Good night, Tony.” You call at him pointedly.

Tony makes a point to look back at you, fixing you with a buttery smile, “Goodnight, Cherub.”

You scoff, laughing a little, but give them a wave and move into the common room.

Thor’s back is tense, and it makes you worry.

Despite the conversation you’d overheard in the kitchen, you’re more confident now than before that Thor is devoted to you.

Because it’s in his touch. It’s in his gaze. It’s in the way he pulls you into his side when the others teased you about now being obligated to be an Avenger and the consequent terror that filled your eyes.

“A jest, my sweet.” Thor had whispered, then chuckled with the others.

He’d promised to tell you about this threat when the two of you were alone, but you’re so exhausted and as much as you want to go over and demand he fill you in now, you turn down the long hallway and pass two or three doorways before you reach the bedrooms.

The first door on the left is Thor’s and you slip in quietly, hoping not to interrupt Thor’s phone call.

It’s toasty warm inside. You peel off your clothes and despite wanting to just snuggle into bed, you make your way into the bathroom and the deep tub is long and wide enough for two people.

You flip on the shower instead, the water burning hot and as it glides down along your skin it summons goosebumps as the cold is chased away.

You hadn’t realized how chilly the compound is until now, and wonder if the Avengers are just hot natured. It would be weird for all of them to be like that, but if the ones with powers are like Thor, then maybe they all run a little hotter?

A tickle around your arms, just above your elbows, coaxes your eyes back open.

You hadn’t even realized you were falling asleep. Looking down you see two sets of large familiar fingers.

The hands they’re attached to turn you around and pull you close until Thor’s lips press down against yours, pushing you even further into peaceful bliss.

He opens his mouth wide, coaxing your own to respond as his tongue delves hungrily into your mouth.

You’re slow to respond, so tired but eager and pleased with the affection.

Thor’s knee nudges against the inner part of your thigh and you take a step, but he catches it as you do, and he lifts it up against his hip.

Water rains down along your naked bodies and Thor slides into you slowly.

You moan, low and sweet. Quiet and pleased but lazy.

“Thor…” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he dips down to nibble at your throat.

He pumps in and out so deliciously slow that the stretch of him pulls an orgasm from you quickly.

You’re so sensitive at the moment. You go limp in his arms, and he adjusts to support your body as you relax while he continues to push into you.

He rests your back against the shower wall, hips pulled against his as he fucks you slow. Watching him thrust into you, hips rolling slow, is perfection.

You caress the side of his face and he pulls back to look at you before he kisses you sweetly.

It all feels like a dream, and as he speeds up, you shut your eyes and you’re sent off with another wave of pleasure.

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The morning is toasty. Large warmth wrapped around you.

You twist where he holds you, straining to look at his face which you know like the back of your hand by now. No eyepatch, you reach up to trace the edges of his missing eye.

He croons and curls into your touch, the space gets red and itchy sometimes from wearing the patch all day.

This feeling, this soft glow in your chest, the way it aches and makes you feel like you could fly is something you didn’t know to expect from your marriage.

This iridescence, this shine that grows from your very center to entangle itself around you and Thor.

“Sleep longer,” Thor whispers, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.

He pulls you closer, large hands splayed against your back as he rubs it several times up and down.

It almost does lure you back to sleep but you force your eyes open.

“We have to go down for breakfast. Everyone will be waiting.”

“Mmmmmm,” Thor protests.

No, he’s straight up whining. Tightening his hold, you groan as he squeezes. Any harder and he’ll crack your back.

“Thor,” You insist, and after a bit he opens his eye and peeks at your face before shutting it again.

“I do not appreciate early mornings when I am supposed to be enjoying uninterrupted time with my new wife.”

“You’re the one that brought us here!” The chuckle that slips through your lips is unintentional, but he’s so cute all pouty.

“It doesn’t matter,” He frowns, “I am King. Things should go my way.”

“Well, excuse me Your Majesty. Should I go tell the Avengers that they need to reschedule breakfast until you’re ready to wake up?”

“Yes,” When you start to move, he shoots up, tackling you to the bed and pinning your arms over your head as you laugh. “Wait, I don’t want you to leave the bed.”

“How the hell else am I supposed to go tell them then?”

“I suppose we can’t make them wait. I am so glad that we’ve still got a few days left to spend at your home. I want to make sure we go back to the palace with my child firmly planted in your womb.” He gushes and even though the words aren’t exactly dirty, it’s got your core throbbing and aching for more of what you think happened last night.

“Did we make love last night?” You really don’t know if it was just a dream or not.

It was all so sleepy, the memory like smoke. It could very well have been a wet dream.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Kinda. I was so tired.”

The amused curve of Thor’s lips give you the confirmation you need, “Yes, you were very tired. I had to catch you after your second climax. You fell asleep just as I also reached mine.”

“I don’t remember,” You confess, trying hard to remember what happened after your eyes shut.

You vaguely remember feeling supportive hands on the back of your head and back.

The soft mattress of his bed supporting you as he placed you on it?

“I’m not allowed to get drunk or to get really tired around you anymore. I hate not remembering my nights with you.”

He settles down on top of you, keeping his weight light and balanced on his side. His hands he brings down along your arms until he has his right cupping the left side of your head while his left hand finds its usual spot on your hip.

“I quite enjoy it when you can’t keep your eyes open. You sang for me on our wedding night.”

His reminder makes you groan and you turn away from him but he catches your lips in a kiss before you can turn away fully.

Thor gives you a good morning. A very good morning.

You both shuffle out into the common room where you’d had dinner last night with wide smiles, playful chuckling, and completely satisfied.

Both of you are so into what the other is saying or doing with their hands that you don’t really hear the murmur of conversation by the long table.

“When we get back, we should break in that bench in your backyard.” Thor whispers.

“Are you joking? That thing is gonna leave so many marks on my body. No way.”

“Come on, I’ll put a blanket, and you can be on top.” He presses his lips right up against your ear as he seduces you, but you’re stronger than that...maybe.

“Mmm, that’s really tempting there, Your Majesty,” you tease, reaching up to tug on his ear until he meets your lips in a quick peck.

It’s noisy and it smacks. So loud in fact, that you two finally notice the way the murmur of voices has disappeared and turned into silence.

Both of you stop, searching ahead for what might have caused the sudden death of conversation and at first don’t see anything.

Well, you don’t see anything.

“Good morning, everyone. What’s-is everything okay?” You ask, finding Steve’s face as he stands with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at you and Thor with his chin tucked in a bit.

He looks pensive and worried.

A quick look at Natasha and Wanda tells you that they’re worried for you for some reason. Both of them sitting at the edge of their seats.

Beside you, Thor has gone stiff.

“Thor?” You look at him, not sure why and search his face to see if there might be a clue but his eye is lasered in across the room and you follow his gaze.

You’re still not quite certain what he sees until movement on the furthest seat of the table draws your attention to a small brunette, with peachy skin, rosy cheeks, and bright brown eyes.

She’s so nervous that she’s almost clumsy, pushing her long hair over her shoulder, her lips quivering into a smile and then back into a straight line several times before they settle into a teeny uncertain curve of her lips.

Pink lips. Not chapped. Perfectly proportioned so that both lips are the exact same thickness.

“Jane…” Thor says, almost like it’s a realization.

“Oh,” Your voice is more timid than you expected it to come out if you ever came face to face with this woman. “That’s Jane.”

You’re suddenly really sad you never Googled her so that you’d at least have been prepared for the absolute petite beauty that she is.

Thor’s head whips towards you and he blinks, mouth opening as he searches for the words.

“I-we-er-I mean...This-this is my wife,” He introduces you breathlessly.

Clearly seeing her has caught him by as much surprise as you. Maybe more.

“Queen of Asgard,” he gives her your full name.

In Asgardian tradition, since Thor doesn’t technically have a last name in the traditional sense like humans do, you’ve kept your own.

“Right,” Jane shuts her eyes, claps her hands gently then nods slowly. “Right, of course. You’re King now! RIght. Your Majesties.”

Her greeting is simple and she even gives a quick somewhat off balance curtsy, probably from her nerves.

“Oh, that’s-”

Thor takes your hand, pulling you just a smidge more into his side, cutting off your protest to her curtsy.

“Thank you for that,” Thor tells her, nodding once. “None of these rascals bothered to bow to my new Queen.”

There’s something odd about Thor’s voice that you’ve never heard before. An anger. Subdued rage. Surprise too. His own sprinkle of nerves thrown in there as well.

You steal a glance up at his face and find a tightness around his eyes as he then drops your hand to slip it around your shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, and the Avengers take this as their cue to rise from their spots and move into the living room or the kitchen.

Jane comes around the table, stopping a few feet away from the two of you.

Their eyes are locked on each other, her pretty browns and Thor’s one electric blue.

The silence, though it lasts only a quick three seconds, is endless. Instantly you’re an intruder and you spot Bruce peeking from the kitchen. He makes eye contact with you and there’s a beckoning from him, a promise of safety and sanctuary in this super fucked situation you find yourself in and you pull out from Thor’s arm and nearly scamper into the kitchen but a large hand wraps around your wrist gently, pulling to stop you from moving.

“Where are you going?” Thor’s face has softened, all tension leaving his beautiful face as he steps towards you to close the distance between your bodies.

It’s still respectful, a good two feet between you as opposed to the narrow six inches he’s kept you in all week.

Something tells you that he’s also keeping you at arms’ length because Jane is right there and it’s only been at most, two weeks since he ended things with her.

“I was going to give you two some space.” You whisper, though Jane is literally right there, so she can hear you.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” She starts, but Thor cuts her off, almost as if he can’t hear her.

“You do not have to give us space, cherub. You are right where you should be, at my side.” Thor doesn’t bother to whisper, but it’s clear in the volume of his voice that his words are meant only for you.

“It feels weird…” You whisper more quietly that it makes Thor move closer and lean his head down.

“It shouldn’t,” He reaches up to stroke your cheek, and you can’t help but peek at Jane.

She’s watching the two of you, her eyes darting away and back and away again, a fleeting look of confusion on her pretty face.

You reach around Thor’s side and give his side a little pinch to bring his attention back to Jane.

“She’s waiting,” you inform him, and flick your head in her direction before turning to face her again, planting yourself beside Thor just as he wants.

“Right,” Thor agrees, then wraps his arm right back around your shoulders. “What brings you to the compound, Jane? I can’t imagine anything would get you out of the desert with what you showed me last time I was there.”

Your heart gives an upsetting lurch at the reminder to Thor’s and Tony’s conversation last night, but you simply lean into Thor’s side some more, pushing down your insecurities for now.

“Yeah, um...I was in the lab when a weird energy spike completely threw off my sensors. It fried my stabilizer. So, I checked with NASA and UNOOSA, CNSA, SUPARCO, and a whole bunch of other contacts at various space agencies around the world and all of them also had similar readings. Not as strong, but they all swear that they don’t have anything in orbit or out in that quadrant. Given the strength of the surge, I contacted Tony to let him know so that he could get word to you but then he told me that you’d be here this week for a day, so I...I decided to stop by and tell you myself.”

She smiles, just a quick awkward little thing, at you and then at Thor.

Thor’s mind processes what she just told him as quickly as it can while you steal a glance at the kitchen again where Tony is peeking out this time.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were going to be so nice.” He tells you, unapologetic that his words will reach all ears in all three rooms.

He quickly ducks out when you frown at him, leaving Bruce peeking out behind him who then panics and also pulls himself back out of sight.

What you can infer from his words is that he’d invited her to come when he’d known that you and Thor would be on your honeymoon in an attempt to get them back together?

As you look back to Jane who stands there staring at Thor with those stupid big brown eyes, you wonder if she knew Tony’s plans and that’s why she’s here.

“What’s the trajectory of the energy you found? What’s it heading towards?” Thor wonders, taking a half step forward, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

Your mind goes into a sudden frenzy as you, like him, put two and two together quickly.

“The threat?” You guess, stepping away from him but also moving around so that you can look at him and speak a little more face-to-face with him and Jane too.

You’d completely forgotten about the damn threat! You’d been so seduced and tired last night that you passed out. Then Thor woke you up so sweetly with more seduction that you’ve put the secret threat Thor has been trying to hide from you out of your mind.

His furrowed brow, large biceps bulging as he crosses his arms across his chest, betray his guilt at having kept it from you. But the two of you know that you have no time to dwell on petty arguments, so you table the argument you’d planned on having last night for another time.

“Could that be it?” You push, looking to Jane who looks a little confused by the tension in both your and Thor’s bodies.

“It might be.”

“What threat?” Jane wonders.

“What’s the matter, Cherub? What’s got you all worried?” Tony shuffles over, probably having heard the bit about the threat.

You give him a quick glance before you look at Jane, “What kind of energy reading was it? Cosmic? Solar? Celestial?”

All of the Avengers who had begun to make their way back into the common room for breakfast along with Thor, Tony, and Jane stop to look at you, several of them with mouths open and in complete surprise.

The silence is deafening, pressing in on you from every direction. Thor takes a step towards you and seems to be the only one unphased by your question.

“I don’t know that Jane would be able to determine the type of energy at this distance.” And yet, he turns to look at her once he’s spoken. “Jane?”

She blinks, still completely in shock by your knowledge, “Uh, I might be able to find a way to determine...how do you know about-?”

“As soon as Thor formally asked me to marry him I started to make a list of things that would probably be good to know in my position. Loki helped me um…” Wait, shoot...maybe you shouldn’t be so open with them?

“The weird sister helped you what?” Tony asks, casual disdain in his voice for the younger Asgardian prince.

You frown at him.

“Nevermind.” You cross your arms across your chest and sit down on the seat right behind you.

“He didn’t mean that, cherub.” Thor cuts in, moving towards you he pulls the seat beside you out to sit down, facing you. “Isn’t that right, Stark?”

“No.” You frown, really not liking the way some of them seem to really hate Loki.

Part of you knows that you can’t blame them. Loki did a lot of bad the last time he was here for an extended period of time.

He killed a lot of people and wreaked havoc on New York. They have every right to be angry at him. Even though you know this, you can’t find yourself letting them get away with their open hatred for him in front of you.

Thor looks at Tony with a pleading, his large hands on your knees as he strokes your legs softly to try and soothe you.

You see Tony roll his eyes from the corner of your own and with a silent exasperated sigh, he throws his hands out in front of him to physically push away his words.

“Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry. He’s made amends, right? He’s spent the time since he came back doing right by those people that he hurt. You’re right.” The longer Tony speaks, the more it looks like it physically hurts him to say sorry.

“Wait, you actually like Loki?” Jane asks, her smile in slight disbelief.

“Didn’t he save your life before?” You throw at her, having heard all about her infection by the Aether and how she’d helped Thor save many worlds.

It’s intimidating and not a story you’d easily forget.

At the time, you’d wondered how you’re ever going to compare to that. She’s helped Thor save Earth twice. What can you do?

Your words have the desired effect, and she quickly deflates as you meet Thor’s eye and sigh slowly.

“They don’t mean anything by it, cherub,” Thor promises, his voice soft and gentle and soothing.

You see the way Jane’s head twists in your direction at his pet name for you but he reaches up to take hold of your chin and turn your face towards his.

“Loki is lucky to have your loyalty.” He praises, looking genuinely happy about it too, but the smile leaves quickly in favor of his curiosity. “But how did you learn about different types of energy?”

“Loki hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe when I told him that I wasn’t sure that I was up for the task of being Queen and wife of an Avenger since I knew almost nothing about anything. I-I did a lot of reading.” You admit, heart in arrest as you gauge everyone’s reaction to Loki’s deceit. “But he only did it because I was crying and really worried and I was almost having a straight up panic attack, and he wanted to help so he offered me a place to learn and I couldn’t-I didn’t have it in me to say no even when he told me how he was going to get me the info so if you’re going to blame anyone, blame me because I was feeling so inadequate and he was just trying to make me feel better.”

Once again, the room is left in silence, save for Thor who smiles at you and reaches around to grab the back of your neck and give it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s alright. We’re not angry. Any of us, right?” As he looks around at everyone, they all nod quickly, giving you reassuring smiles save for Tony who has his arms crossed over his chest now, hand covering his mouth as he shakes with silent laughter.

“You’re angry?” You ask him, and he startles slightly when he realizes you’re talking to him.

“Me? Oh, no. No, I’m not. I just can’t wait to tell Fury that Loki hacked into his servers.” Tony bursts into laughter and has to turn away from all of you and move back into the kitchen to get a hold of himself.

“I’m sorry.” You repeat, reaching down to take hold of Thor’s hand, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, love. Never.” He smiles at you, then pulls you down to kiss your forehead before rising and moving to stand behind you. “Can you get to work on detecting the type of energy it was that destroyed your instruments?”

Jane straightens up out of her slouched pouting as she realizes that he’s talking to her, “Yes. I can. That’s kind of why I came here, to get some help from Bruce. It could also be gamma, so I wanted to consult with him before I made any decisions.”

Bruce lumbers forward between Nat and Bucky, waving Jane over, “We can go now? I don’t exactly have an appetite at the moment. If you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Jane shakes her head and moves for him as he turns to lead the way.

Before she can get too far, she stops and turns to look at you and Thor as he moves back to take his seat next to you, your hands pulled up to his lips.

“Uh, congrats again, both of you,” With a firm nod, she turns and leaves you all to your breakfast.

~~~~~~~~~~

“We don’t have to cut our honeymoon short?”

“Definitely not.” Thor frowns, “I would quit my job as King of Asgard if we had to end our private time.”

You smile, despite the pit in your stomach, “You can’t quit, silly.”

“I can. Loki would be more than happy to take over.”

“Well, I won’t let you quit. You’re an amazing King.”

“You’re my wife. You are clearly biased in my favor. I can’t believe a word you say.”

You chuckle at his playful banter, but after a few seconds, your worry for the people of your kingdom takes over.

“But really, Thor. If the threat coming is the same thing that destroyed Jane’s equipment, shouldn’t we go home and, I don’t know, deal with it?”

Thor breathes in deep, considering your words as he finishes pulling off his armor, tossing the last piece onto his red cape leaving him in a plain dark shirt and pants.

In a clear attempt to distract you, he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a distraction.

Mmmph!

“I already have Sif and Hilde working on it. Loki is managing things with the palace, beefing up security for when we get there and until Tony and Bruce can come and make their own modifications.”

“Then we can enjoy our last four days?”

“Enjoy them?!” Thor moves to you, slipping his hand down around the waist of your skirt where it intertwines with the lower piece and with a firm tug, he rips through the fabric leaving only the bodice.

You gasp, hand pressed to your chest as you laugh in surprise.

“I’m going to impregnate you in the next four days if it’s the last thing I do.”

Oh my.

“No, turn around for me cherub, so I can finish ripping this dress off of you.” He coaxes you around and leans down to press a kiss to your back, then rips down the back of your bodice with more firm tugs that shake your body.

His lips trail open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs with a possessive squeeze.

Despite your worries, it doesn’t seem like seeing Jane has affected his desire for you in any way. Somehow you’d never believed his devotion to you, until now.

With meeting Jane now that you’re married out of the way, and Thor’s cock still solid as he rutts into you from behind as he strips you, you feel a lot more secure in the emotions and passion you’re able to summon from him.

Almost like he knows you need it, “Tell me you love me, cherub.”

How can he doubt it?

“I love you, puppy.” It just slips out and Thor freezes.

You panic, turning to look at him because you hadn’t meant to say it, and it was something you’d just been calling him in your head in secret because of that look he gives you when he’s begging you to give in for whatever he wants in the moment.

“I’m-” He cuts you off, smashing his mouth down onto you, open wide as he delves into you, tasting you, tongue searching and coaxing.

“Mmmph,” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him to grip the back of his shirt tight.

He suddenly tosses you back onto your bed, pulling his shirt over his head and then shoving his pants down before he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the edge. With wide splayed out hands he pushes your thighs open and settles between them, two fingers run up along your slick slit making you quiver.

“Tell me again,” he orders, voice so deep you feel it in your toes.

“I love you, pu-AH!”

#king!thor x reader #thor x reader #arranged marriage au #royal au #a wife for thor #marvel faniction #marvel au

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years ago

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Off My Face.

Pairing: Jungkook X OC female (nameless)

Tags: fluff, slight angst, eventual smutty smut, softJK.

Disclaimer: So, I literally created a Tumblr to post this mess. There are already a bunch more parts written which I can post if wanted. Haven't written anything in ages so be nice and forgive my overwhelming JK softness. :p

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Who's that?" She asked, leaning against the wall next to Namjoon. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned the room, clearly confused. "Who?" He replied. "The purple haired dude that just walked in. Over there by the door. Black jacket." She muttered, squinting through the darkness. Namjoon chuckled and looked at her like she was crazy. "What do you mean? It's Jungkook." He said.

She gasped and squinted even harder. "Eh??" She squeaked. "That's not Jungkook. Look at the hair. It's...long, and there's way more tattoos there than Jungkook has and..." Her rebuttal died mid sentence as Mystery Purple Hair moved out of the shadows of the doorway and she saw him clearly. It was indeed Jungkook but he looked...different. She'd only been gone a couple of months but apparently that was all it took for Jungkook to transform himself. He looked...older. He appeared to have shed his "puppy" look and what was stood across the room from her was nothing but man. Hot man. Jungkook scanned the room, stopping to talk briefly to Jin before he caught sight of her. His face broke into its token bunny smile and he said something to Jin who nodded before he made his way across the room. "You're back!" He grinned. She gulped quickly, paying absolutely no attention to the nose dive her stomach was currently doing into her shoes as he approached her. "I'm back" she confirmed, returning his smile. He strode straight over, scooping her up into a bear hug. "How was England? Did you miss us? Are you happy to be back?" Jungkook asked, setting her back on the floor and pulling back. She nodded. "Massively. England was...England. Cold, wet, grey, joyless. But nevermind that, what happened to you? Someone leave you alone with a Sharpie?" She teased, pulling his right arm out by then wrist and turning it over to indicate his new ink. He chuckled. "I like them" he shrugged. She glanced up, catching his big brown eyes then gasped again. A silver bar now pierced his eyebrow. "And you've poked holes in your face. Was nobody watching the maknae while I was away?" She teased. Jungkook rolled his eyes and grinned. "Welcome home" he said, pulling her into another hug. She spent the evening catching up with her boys. Laughing riotously, eating great food, regluing herself to Suga's side and wondering why she ever felt the need to go back to England. If anything, the trip back to her country of origin had done nothing more than cement the fact that there was nothing there for her anymore. Her life was here. Her family was here. Her family was the people all gathered in this house. She felt utterly content and beyond happy to be back. However, there was a niggling little something that was putting a crimp on her perfect homecoming. She could not, for the life of her, pry her mind off Jungkook. And as the evening drew to a close and one by one, the guys started retreating to their rooms, the noise died down and her thoughts got louder. What had happened to him? What had happened to her that she couldn't focus on anything but him. He was just Jungkook. She'd known him years. He was one of her family. He meant the same to her as the others. But her mind was screaming and his name was the only thing it was saying. It was approaching 3am. Suga had passed out hours ago and was fast asleep sprawled along one side.of the corner sofa next to her. The room was in total darkness except for the flicker of light from the TV screen. Namjoon was half asleep on her other side. Hobi, Jin, and Jimin had gone to bed already. V was sat at a table opposite tucking into some Ramen with Jungkook. Both engrossed in their conversation and their noodles, she allowed herself to study him in the flickering light. His hair was considerably longer than when she last saw him and now coloured a deep purple, Contrasting strongly against his flawless skin and framing his face perfectly, then resting just above his shoulders. Her urge to run her fingers though it was making her hands restless and she fidgeted uncomfortably on the sofa. She swallowed hard, her eyes skipping over his features. Pretty brown eyes, newly pierced eyebrow which really suited him, cute nose, sensual, slightly pouty lips that broke into the most disarming smile, strong jawline, slender neck. She tried to swallow past her increasingly dry mouth as she became painfully aware of her heartbeat, thudding more and more erratically the longer she looked at him. She reprimanded herself silently, arguing in

her mind that this was ridiculous. He was Jungkook. It didn't matter that her stomach rolled uncomfortably every time he looked at her. It didn't matter that she wanted to trace every line of the dark ink that snaked his arm with her fingertips. It didn't matter that all she could think about was running her nose slowly along his jawline, inhaling the scent of his skin as she clenched his soft, long hair in her fingers. It didn't matter that there was nothing she wanted more than to disappear in him. Her nose brushing his, close enough to feel his warm breath between them, his lips parted, hers skimming gently along his, hot, heavy breath, the pressure of his soft lips yielding to hers, the taste of his tongue. His hands, strong, firm, sliding slowly down her back, hitching up her shirt to touch skin as he pulled her closer. Her eyes fluttered, her breath caught in her throat, stomach churning. What the hell? It was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. This couldn't be happening. She snapped back into herself so suddenly she wondered if she'd actually fallen asleep. Her heart was racing. Tae and Jungkook were looking at her when her eyes finally focused on a solid object. "Bad dream?" Tae asked with an amused smile. "Did I fall asleep?" She muttered, genuinely confused. She kept her gaze locked firmly on Tae. She could see Jungkook out of the corner of her eye but was terrified that whatever had just happened to her was written all over her face. "Well you just jumped out of your skin so I figured you had." He replied. Her face was burning. She could practically still feel Jungkook, smell him, taste him. She needed to get out of here. She jumped up, causing Suga whose head had been resting against her knee to flop unceremoniously back onto the sofa, waking him with a start. "HUH? He yelped. "Erm....sorry Shugs" she muttered, ruffling her hair and trying to get her bearings while still carefully avoiding looking at Jungkook at all. "I need to go...pass out" she grumbled, heading straight for the stairs without looking back. She knew that exit was highly suspicious but once into the safety of her room, she didn't care. She leaned against the door, bracing it with her body as though she expected someone to try kick it in. The air was cool and refreshing thanks to the open window and she breathed steadily, trying to return her thumping heart to a regular rhythm. "Oh this is not good!" She whispered. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The following morning came far too quickly after a restless night. She just couldn't settle. Her stomach was in knots. What the hell had happened last night? What was that half awake fantasy business and why was it replaying in her mind like an iMax movie with full surround sound and smell-o-vision. She dreaded leaving the confines of her room for fear of running into him. Just the thought of seeing him made her stomach churn. "This is stupid!" She grumbled to herself, throwing her legs off the bed defiantly. "I will not be a prisoner in this god damn room for nothing. Last night was...a one off. Everything is fine. I will go downstairs, I will see Jungkook and he will just be Jungkook. No weird romance movie slideshow, no flutterings, thoughts or desires of any kind. Just...normal" Even she didn't really believe her whispered self pep talk but she feigned conviction anyway. She slid out of bed, pulled on ripped jeans and a hoodie and approached her bedroom door. With a deep breath, she reached for the handle and practically threw herself out of her room. Her determination was not only building by the second but she was also flooded with a sense of defiance. She jogged down the stairs, ready for the day ahead. Looking forward to hanging out with the boys and having a lazy day. She could hear the faint murmer of chatter as she approached the kitchen. Hobi was up for sure and maybe Namjoon. She strode into the kitchen with a bright smile. "Morning guys!" She was greeted with a chorus of responses and scanned the room. Hobi making coffee. Namjoon leaning on the

counter. Suga slumped at the kitchen table. Jimin and Tae chatting as they poured orange juice. No Jungkook. She ignored the wave of relief and made a beeline for Suga, ruffling his hair as he grumbled sleepily against the table top. "Morning Shugs" she grinned. Namjoon was looking at her quizically. "You seem...better today" he mused. She raised a questioning eyebrow at him as she squeezed passed Hobi for the coffee pot. "Better?" He nodded with a look of amusement. "You were...weird yesterday. Not yourself. You seemed...distracted." he said. She shrugged and shook her head. "Jetlag probably. I felt kind of out of it to be honest. Just needed to be home and sleep" she replied, nonchalantly. Namjoon wasn't buying it at all and she could tell by the look on his face but he nodded as though he accepted her reasoning. She stayed in the kitchen with the guys, filling them in on her trip back to England and what had happened during the 3 months away. She got so caught up in it that she didn't think about Jungkook at all. That was, until he came down. She was halfway through her bowl of cereal when he padded into the kitchen. Barefoot in black shorts and an oversized white t shirt showing off his tattoos. His long hair deliciously tousled. He was still sleepy eyed but he looked warm and...inviting. She dropped her spoon, clattering loudly against the table making everyone turn and look at her. "Whoops. Butter fingers" she mumbled sheepisly. Everyone carried on with what they were doing apart from Namjoon who was looking from her to Jungkook with a smirk. "Jetlag come back?" He teased. She could feel the heat rising to her face and hoped to every deity under the sun that she wasn't blushing. "Never dropped anything before?" She questioned. He shrugged and chuckled playfully. His gaze was casual but she felt like he could see every thought in her head. She pushed her half eaten cereal bowl away from her and leaned back in her chair. She was trying to look casual but had an inkling that she was failing miserably. Suddenly Jungkook was right behind her, leaning over the back of her chair to reach for her unfinished cereal. His hair tickled the side of her face and the faint fruity smell she associated with him flooded over her. Her breath caught sharply. Her heart kicking into double time. It lasted literally seconds but it seemed like an age before he straightened up with his stolen breakfast. He flashed her a bunny smile and wandered over to the fridge to grab milk. She realised she'd been holding her breath the entire time and let out a quiet huff. Namjoon's smirk had turned into a full blown grin. Flustered, she stood from the table and exited the kitchen. Maybe she'd find some solace in the lounge. She flopped wearily onto the sofa, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. Damn. It didn't make any sense. How in the hell had Jungkook turned from bunny to honey overnight. A few more tattoos, an eyebrow piercing and slightly longer hair didn't change him that dramatically. He was still the exact same Jungkook she'd known for years. But...he wasn't. He was hot. Like...painfully, sinfully, stomach clenchingly hot. Had he always been this hot and she'd just not noticed? She knew he was attractive in the general sense. She worked for BTS. She saw the effect he had on women every day of her life. But... she'd never been one of them. He was just...adorable, sweet, regular Jungkook. Now one trip to England had turned the world on its head and there was nothing regular about him. She groaned with annoyance, closing her eyes. She was going to be objective about this if it killed her. She'd always been close to all the guys. Each one had a different facet to their personality that made them so very dear to her. Yoongi was a part of her. She loved him completely. Namjoon was her confidante. She could talk about anything with him and absolutely trust that he'd never give her anything back but honesty and understanding. Jimin was her sunshine. He could brighten the darkest of days with no effort. Tae was her sweetheart. One of the most

genuine, lovely people she'd ever known. Hobi and Jin made her laugh until she couldn't breathe on days when laughter seemed a million miles away. And Jungkook was a bunny. Sweet, playful, easy going, her gaming buddy. They were all integral to her. But NEVER in a romantic sense. It seemed almost laughable to her to put romance and any one of them in the same place. It just wasn't that thing. Ever. They were family. More than simple, fleeting romance. They were her ride or die. None of the others had changed a bit. She still loved them completely. She'd still die for any one of them. But now Jungkook wasn't so much tiptoeing as stomping in huge obnoxious boots into a whole new territory for her. Him and romance seemed intrinsically linked. They went together like water and ...more water. She couldn't even look at him without her mind throwing up a million different scenarios, none of which were located even remotely near the friend zone. She pictured him as he was when he walked into the kitchen. Objectively, that was just early morning after not a lot of sleep Jungkook. Not like she hadn't seen him like that a thousand times before. But this morning he was different. Sleepy, disheveled, soft and warm, relaxed, comforting and so so sexy. Jungkook and sexy were not two words that went together. Now she couldn't separate the two if her life depended on it. God, he was sexy. Like, lose all thought, toe curling, scream into a pillow sexy. Her mind raced, presenting her with thoughts to only fuel the fire. Him laid in bed, languid and comfortable, snuggling into him, feeling his body heat, legs entwined, burying her face into the back of his neck, smelling his hair as he grumbles happily, rolling towards her with a sleepy smile, his eyes still closed, skimming his fingertips up her arm until they stop on her neck, his thumb slowly stroking along her jaw, his lips meet hers in a lazy kiss, still halfway between sleep and waking, sweet to begin with, gentle, his lips brushing softly as he's pulled from his sleep, then teasing as he realises what's going on, his lips part, his tongue tickling her lips, asking for entry which is happily granted. His hand moves from her neck back down her arm until he finds her hand. Their fingers entwine as he rolls her onto her back and straddles her, lifting her hands to pin them either side of her head. He's more forceful now, tongues brushing together, his kiss deep and heady. A soft moan of contentment rumbles in his throat. He breaks the kiss, her eyes flutter open to see him on top of her, hair falling into his eyes as he scrunches his nose up in a wide smile. "Good morning" he whispers. "Everything ok?" A voice broke her from her daydream and her eyes snapped open. Namjoon was stood in the doorway of the lounge with the same grin he'd been sporting when she'd left the kitchen. "Peachy. Why?" She responded with a tight smile. "You're being weird again. If I didn't know better I'd think you and Jungkook hooked up" he shrugged. "WHAT?" she squeeked. Her attempt at casual fell completely flat. She sounded more like she'd just been stung by a bee. Namjoon laughed heartily. "Something's going on. What it is?" He questioned. She considered brushing it off but this was Namjoon. He could read her like a children's book. She swallowed hard, suddenly needing to say everything in her head out loud to a human person. Maybe that would make her realise how dumb it was and restore her sanity. She sighed heavily and noticing the expression on her face, Namjoons grin faded into a look of concern. "Can we talk?" She muttered. He frowned, nodding. "Of course. What is it?" He asked. She looked around and ran her fingers though her hair. "Not here. Outside?"

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ditttiii · 5 years ago

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Enchanted To Meet You || 01.

◈ summary: no one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates for that matter. humans don't have soulmates but shapeshifters do. what are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren't even human.

the band is on a hiatus and army thinks they are completing their mandatory military service. you believe that too, at least you did, until you realised that you had adopted them and that one way or another they were gonna live with you—as hybrids because apparently you all are soulmates.

◈ (hybrid au // soulmate au // idol au) (fluff // humour // smut // angst // eventually nsfw) (nc-18) (ot7 x reader) (slow burn)

◈ notes: a guilty pleasure in all of its entirety.

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☆ chapter one.

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warnings for this chapter: none.

The first time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

It started like all good things do, innocuous if a little unexpected. The feeling, much like a tug on your heart, pulled from somewhere too far to perceive and yet somehow not far enough. It's abstract, a metaphysical sense that you can't explain in words, but it's there. Tugging incessantly—demanding to be felt.

This could potentially be a mistake. This is probably a mistake. You should turn back now, go home and get back under your blanket, cocooned under it's comforting warmth with k-pop meme videos to keep you company but no—

A pet.

You are standing in front of a shelter about to adopt a pet.

Uncertain of what that pet will be, all you know for sure is that this is a terrible idea.

You are a struggling medical student—overworked, exhausted, in debt and drained in every conceivable way, the last thing you need in your already shit-storm of a life is the responsibility of another life. Even worse, an animal life, a life that will very much depend on you for its every basic need.

It is entirely too much responsibility. You shouldn't do it. You are too busy, too tired–hell–too poor to adopt anything and yet here you are; about to take home a pet.

Perhaps the loneliness that always claws the hollow of your heart has finally got a hold of you.

—Or maybe you have lost whatever last specks of sanity you had left; a highly plausible scenario.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you nervously fiddle with the end of your tee, twisting and clenching the soft material until wrinkles start to appear and then before you can swallow it down, another sigh slips out.

Dammit you can't back out right now! You're bringing home a pet, not a freaking husband. Pull your shit together!

The internal pep talk (yelling) doesn't quite work as you had hoped. The anxiety is still there. The hesitance and fear of quite possibly not being a good owner—a glaring possibility at the forefront of your mind, one you do your best to ignore.

Failing to push back the stubborn hesitance, you move forward with quivering lips and a torn heart, the creek of the old door resounding shut behind you.

"Welcome to pet-paws! Would you like to adopt a pet?"

Your eyes lock onto the owner of the cheery greeting, her name tag reads 'Tiff-Paw' under her full name, and you know it's some weird pet shop policy that made her wear it. Throat going tight, you dry gulp as you hear her question, internally asking yourself the same. Are you ready to adopt a pet? Is all your hesitance a sign that maybe you shouldn't?

You had hoped being inside would make you feel calmer, more decided, but you are no better. If anything, being surrounded by walls makes your heart race more, hands growing clammy as your shirt starts to stick uncomfortably to your back. You are tempted to blame the heat but there's no denying the fact that it's your nerves.

"um...yes, please." You reply back meekly, still unsure but determined to push through the nerves swimming somewhere underneath all that tension.

"Great!" She beams, "Do you have a specific pet in mind?"

The shy shake of your head is negative. Two hours before you didn't even know you wanted a pet.

This is too impulsive, too unlike you—a cautious voice whispers inside your head but you ignore it, its implications jarringly accurate. You are someone who likes to plan things, plan them to the very last, tiny, irrelevant detail but this time...it feels...different somehow. You can't explain it, can't say why, but there is something, some part of you, that is assuring you that this is the right choice.

"That's okay. Let's take a look around and you can see what we have. Maybe that'll give you an idea of what you'd like?" Tiffany's smile is soft and reassuring.

You hesitate—take a second too long—but smile back and move to follow her as she makes her way inside the shelter to where you assume the pets are. If your smile is a tad wobbly, she doesn't comment on it.

"Is this your first time adopting a pet?"

Your gaze snaps back from where it was observing a bunch of Labradors play with a rubber ball, "I had a rabbit growing up, but nothing since I moved out from my parents' place."

She hums and moves to a secluded room at the back of the hallway.

"I don't know if you are interested in them still, but we have some pretty cute rabbits if you would like one. Usually, we recommend buying them in pairs because we don't believe in neutering them here and for a solo owner having a rabbit couple in heat can be hard to deal with. You could always just buy one, but it might become lonely for the rabbit without a friend."

Biting the inside of your cheek, you mull over her words.

"—however, we do have a male rabbit who's been pretty much a lone ranger ever since he was rescued and brought here. He's reticent for a rabbit but he's healthy. If you are interested in adopting a pet you already know your way around—he's your best bet."

You pause. Not having any prior plan of getting a pet, you hadn't really thought beyond just wanting someone to keep you company. While your youtube feed was usually filled with dog and cat videos, your first ever pet was a rabbit and you had a soft spot for them. Plus getting a rabbit did have the added bonus that you would know your way around him.

"Yeah, sure! I'm okay with a rabbit." The smile you give tiffany this time is a lot warmer than the one you had given her just a few minutes prior, visibly put to ease by her friendly demeanor.

She grins, twisting the handle open and walks inside while you follow behind, gazing at all the fluffy rabbits around you, eyes jumping from one to another in quick succession afraid to miss anything.

The room has numerous bowls scattered across its floor filled with vegetables and grass while random knick-knacks and a few jump hoops and playsets specially designed for rabbits have been placed around at random.

"Okay! Let's see where the little bunnzie we want is hiding today. You are free to look around and play with them while I go find him." Tiffany is all soft smiles and twinkling eyes as she leaves to search about the corners in hopes of finding you a–possible–future pet.

Humming you tread carefully, cautious not to step on any little bunny toes as they hop throughout the room. The edges of your lips stretch into a slow, soft smile, the sight ahead almost enough to make you squeal. The anxiety is still there, burning like a hot flame and licking the edges of your conscience, but seeing all the fluffy, floppy-eared creatures jump and tumble around, you know you want to take one home.

Your feet carry you to a playset placed at a lone corner of the room. You don't really understand why you are walking towards a playset that—as far as you can see—doesn't have a single rabbit playing on it. Still, you forge on, pulled towards it for some reason that you can't think of, but too tired to bother probing the motivation you walk on.

Circling the playset, you observe the small doors and rubber hoops. Randomly scattered on the rubber surface are indentations, proof that some rabbit had nibbled on them too hard.

You squat down to look closer at the nibble marks and catch a tail peeking out from the corner.

Curious, you scoot closer and then like a dam bursting open, your vision narrows reminiscent of spider cracks spreading too quick to stop and suddenly it hurts-hurts-hurts, your vision tunneling to one dark abyss. Fire engulfs your hands when you back away, skin scraping against the floor harshly.

The pain is intense, loud in your ears and tight in your chest and you can’t breathe.

But then the pain abates just as swiftly as it had come and you're left reeling from the aftershocks, phantom waves of hurt hitting you in the solar plexus.

Someone is calling your name, asking if you are okay and you want to answer back. It's Tiffany, the one with pretty blue highlights, and she's sweet and you just wanna answer back—reassure her somehow but you can't.

Nausea claws at your throat, slithers and tightens over your gag reflex like a viper and it takes every ounce of strength that you have left to not empty your stomach on Tiffany's shoes.

You fist the ends of your tee and try to register how the material feels under your touch, try to anchor yourself to something—anything.

Breathebreathebreathe comes a whisper, faint as though from somewhere far and you hold onto it.

in-out-in-out, you're doing great love, just focus on your breathing.

Gripping the voice with a single-minded drive, you make it your anchor.

One breath in.

Another out.

Shuddering, you release a breath from somewhere deep inside your lungs, feeling your chest lighten by a ton and slowly your surroundings start to come back into focus. You force your mind to count and catalogue the room's features, to do what all your med books always told you to do in a situation like this and hope that it cements your anchor.

The concrete is hard and unforgiving under you, trails of warm tears running down the side of your cheek and you can feel them slipping into your hairline, can still hear the voice whispering inside your head, reassuring you, soothing you and slowly, wary and half-afraid you breathe in.

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shadyruinskryptonite · 11 months ago

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Titan Bending Chapter 11

Chapter Warnings: Death, brief mention of an implied abusive relationship with the reader’s father, heavy artillery, fighting, severe injuries, burns, talks of the reader wanting to get laid

WC: 3437

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On top of the wall, watching the cannonballs hit this behemoth with little to no effect, I feel a new wave of exhaustion hit me.

How have these people gone on like this for so long? It’s like every step forward is 20 back.

Looking over at Eren coiling rope around his arm, I can’t help but notice that his eyes don’t have the same fire in them. And thinking about it, they haven’t since we got him back.

Time for a goold ol’ mom pep-talk.

Kneeling down next to him, he doesn’t seem to notice my presence until I put my hand on his shoulder. He barely spares me a glance as he continues about his work.

“How ya holdin up, kiddo? It’s been a hell of a few days for you,” I enquire gently.

“I’m fine. Don’t you have something you should be doing?” He says coldly.

“Oh what, now you’re trying to fit me into the soldier mould? Come on now,” I grin reassuringly at him and I can see that the most I’m going to get is a twitch of the corner of his mouth. Shifting in front of him, I continue, “Ya know, no one expects you to have all of the answers. And frankly, if you did have all of them, at least a few would be wrong.”

His eyes shift towards me in a bit of a glare. “If this is your attempt to cheer me up it’s pretty shitty.”

I laugh a little before saying, “What I’m getting at is that if you tried to do everything and solve everything completely on your own then you’d be bound to make mistakes. But you’re not on your own. You have an entire squad - I would even argue an entire military - behind you to help you out however we can. There is not a single thing that you’re going through that you’re going through alone. But even so, you still deserve to give yourself more credit. Not only are you in a position that no one else has ever been in, you’re taking it in your stride. And thinking about last night as an example, Levi wouldn’t have given you a choice if he didn’t think you’d make the right one. He would’ve ordered you to do what he thought was best. And not only did you make a choice, you made one that saved every last one of us. If I had as much pressure on my shoulders as you currently have on yours, I don’t know if I’d be able to stand upright. I guess what I’m saying all boils down to the fact that I’m proud of you.”

By the end of my little speech, I see slight tears forming in his eyes and a ghost of a smile on his lips. As I go to stand up, I give him the slightest kiss on the top of his head and move off to see what Hange might need me to do.

Suddenly, the steam shifts and is blasting us all. I furiously bend to try to redirect it or make it dissipate, but it’s so hot that there’s no bendable water in the air.

Then there’s one hand on the wall.

And then another.

Luckily Hange thought to bring water up on top of the wall to deal with the heat and whatever people don’t dump on themselves, I bend around to make the air more breathable.

As the Garrison retreats, we take our turn, firing artillery at its hands to make it lose balance as Eren transforms. He runs forward, and, just like Erwin anticipated, the mouth is open because there’s no real mouth to speak of. As he throws the gunpowder in, the entire top of the titan explodes into pieces.

Everyone takes off to dispatch each flying piece, myself included. Taking the remaining water from the barrels, I slice through everything I can reach. But just as quickly as we sprung into action, it seemed that the pieces started to disappear in front of our eyes.

Someone got it!

I see Historia fall to the ground where a supply cart breaks her fall. Jumping after her, I get there just as she announces to the people that she is the rightful queen of the walls. In the ensuing chaos she glances in my direction and before rejoining the Scouts on top of the wall, I shoot her a broad grin and a thumbs up.

I’ve got a lot of people to be proud of today it seems.

Once I return to the top of the wall, a patrol is done of the ruins of the Reiss chapel. Everyone has their different assignments and, once again, Levi pairs me with him. He brandishes a gun while I have a small stream of water. Near where the chapel once was, we see a figure moving and descend on him to investigate. This man, covered in burns and cuts and looking like he’s on his last legs, is none other than Kenny. Levi tries to dismiss me but instead I drop to the ground and try to heal him. However, one touch and it’s clear that he’s hurt as badly as he looks and that my healing won’t be able to do anything for him.

Just as I’m about to step away, I hear a clatter and see that he’s got a syringe with titan fluid. Levi is just as surprised as I am, but I’m the only one that takes up a fighting stance.

I bet I could whip it out of his hand…yeah, he’s no where near strong enough to fight that off!

Before I can act, Levi calls his bluff. It quickly becomes clear that Kenny isn’t going to use that serum. In fact, it’s pretty clear that he knows he’s not going to get off the ground ever again.

Almost prophetically, Kenny says “All of us had to spend our lives drunk on something, otherwise we’d have no cause to keep pushing on. Everyone was a slave to somethin’.”

As if his body was rejecting the philosophy, he begins to violently cough up blood. Levi takes it as his opportunity to try to get more information out of him, stooping to his level and almost trying to shake the answers out. At Kenny’s mention of “we Ackermans” turning against the king, my eyes flick to Levi. I cringe when Kenny coughs on him, knowing his aversion to all things dirty. But, surprisingly, he doesn’t really seem phased. He doesn’t even make a move to wipe it off.

Levi’s next question takes me by surprise as well. It’s nothing to do with humanity. “Apparently, that’s my name as well. Tell me, who are you? What were you to my mom?”

The life is quickly draining from Kenny’s eyes, but he manages another chuckle before he calls Levi a dumb ass and reveals, “I’m just…her brother.”

Looking back to Levi, his facial expression reminds me of a little kid. Every part of me wants to reach out and comfort him, but I knew he would reject it immediately. And if that feeling weren’t bad enough, his next words practically broke my heart.

“That day, why? Why did you leave me?” He looks away as he finishes his question.

“Because…I just wasn’t cut out…to be somebody’s dad.” When Kenny spoke, Levi turned to look at him again. At this point, I’m positive I’m not looking at the Levi I had grown to know over the last few months but rather a small child filled with hurt. I’m aware that he’s at least somewhat older than me, but it feels like he’s just another one of my kids right now that needs to be told it’ll be okay.

At that moment, as a final act, Kenny smacks the box with the titan serum to Levi’s chest and when his gaze moves back up to meet Kenny’s again, he’s gone. A massive wave of guilt washes over me because I know I shouldn’t have been here for this private moment between them.

Levi sat there for a prolonged moment staring at Kenny. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had forgotten I was even there. But after a while, I gently walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. The touch makes him jump and he still has every emotion written all over his face when he looks up at me. I have to make a concerted effort not to show a trace of pity.

With my hand now squeezing his shoulder, I whisper, “Come on, let’s go back to HQ. It’s almost time for the coronation, anyway.”

Shaking the emotion away, I catch Levi steal one more glance at Kenny. For three quarters of the walk back, we’re silent. There aren’t words for someone who has just had all of that thrown at them. However, when we’re almost back, I do speak up.

“I’m sorry I intruded on that. I just…when he had the serum I couldn’t leave you to deal with whatever happened on your own.”

Slowly, he responds, “It’s fine. Could you just-”

Knowing what he was about to ask, I cut him off and say “I won’t tell anyone about anything that was just said.” I look towards him to see that he was already looking at me and he nods when I make eye contact. He still hadn’t wiped the emotion or blood from his face but he was starting to look more like himself. Realizing that blood was still splattered across him, I bend a tiny bit of water from the air and instruct, “Wait, let me get that for you.”

He stops and I very gently brush both of his cheeks where the blood was concentrated. I can feel him stiffen under my touch and I recognize how intimate that moment just was.

I clear my throat and, trying to lighten the mood ever so slightly, I gently shove his arm and say, “Ya know, if you were one of the kids I’d offer to hug you right about now.”

I can see a ghost of a smile as he says a small “thank you.” By now we’ve made it back and it’s time for Historia’s coronation.

Since I don’t have a uniform like everyone else, Hange offered to let me wear one of her’s and, upon inspection, it seemed clean enough. I quickly changed so I could meet up with the rest of my squad.

My squad. I never thought I’d be so willingly saying that, let alone thinking it.

Connie is the first person to notice me and shouts, “Wow, what happened to not being a soldier?!”

Everyone turns to look at me with completely astonished faces. Jean even goes so far as to say, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything other than all black.”

“I can’t look like a bum or a burgler next to all of you for such a monumental event!” I say lightly.

Walking with all of them to meet up with Levi, Historia mentions that she’s going to punch Levi. Eren is trying to talk her out of it, but everyone else seems on board. I even throw in my two cents, saying “Ya know, I can tell you from personal experience it’s very therapeutic to punch that little shit.” Most everyone laughs but Eren seems genuinely terrified for her wellbeing.

When we walk up to Levi, it almost seems like she’s going to back out. I can tell that he’s confused but all of a sudden she lets out a scream and runs up to him, hitting him in the arm. Everyone other than Mikasa and I are horrified.

Damn, maybe I should’ve spent a little less time helping Armin with hand-to-hand and a little more helping her out…

To everyone’s shock though, Levi laughs and, even more surprisingly, smiles. Softly, he says, “Thanks you guys, I needed that.”

Everyone else is left dumbfounded, but I catch his eye and smile back at him. He seems to hold my eye contact a moment too long, and it has me feeling some type of way.

God now that things have calmed down maybe I can go to a bar and get laid, this is ridiculous.

That night, I woke up after only a couple of hours.

Even after everything that’s happened the last few days I still can’t sleep like a normal person.

I decided sitting on the roof would be nice, but as I left my room I saw light from underneath Levi’s door. On a whim, I decided to knock.

“Name, rank, and business,” he called from the otherside. Instead of saying anything, I took it upon myself to head inside.

Opening the door just wide enough to stick my head in, I smile at Levi and say, “I was just headed to the roof for some fresh air and I saw that you were up. Figured I’d ask you to join me.”

He blinks at me for a moment. He doesn’t say anything but he gets up and grabs his cloak to come with me. I begin walking towards the stairs but he turns, causing me to stop and look at him. “Is there another way to the roof that I don’t know about?”

“I figured I’d make some tea, show you what real tea tastes like,” he jokes.

Playfully rolling my eyes, I try to follow him instead, but he simply tells me to go to the roof and he’ll meet me up there. So I head up and wait for him.

It’s a very clear night, and every star in the sky is visible. Sitting there, taking it in, I reflect on the last few days events.

It feels like a lifetime ago that the kids were trying to teach me to ride a horse.

As I begin to let my train of thought run wild, I hear the door click and realize Levi has joined me. Wordlessly setting the tray down next to me, he takes a seat on the other side. Stil looking towards the sky, I mindlessly reach down to grab my tea cup and bring it to my lips.

Fuck, it’s good. It couldn’t have been shitty?

Feeling his eyes on me, waiting for a response, I begrudgingly say, “It’s fine.” Wanting to see his reaction to me using his own line on him, I allow myself to look at him in my peripheral vision.

Smug bastard.

“It could use some sugar though,” I mumble in addition, not wanting to inflate his ego too much. He scoffs at me, but I can’t help but smile at the reaction. A comfortable silence blankets us.

After a moment of sitting there, I realize just how chilly it is. It’s not enough to make me want to go back inside, but it is enough to send a visible chill up my spine. Ever observant, Levi obviously notices. Unlike the last time we were on the roof together, he doesn’t ask if I’m cold and instead takes his cloak off and drapes it around my shoulders. I turn and smile gratefully at him, and he looks away as soon as I do.

With a soft giggle, I remark, “You really do notice everything.”

This makes him turn back to me. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you just now noticed that I shivered but any time I make any kind of expression you seem to pick up on it. Actually, you’re usually the only person to pick up on it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could swear I see him blush. After a small pause, he quietly says, “It seems like you’re pretty observant yourself, then.”

I chucke as my mind flashes to every sticky situation I’ve ever been in that required heightened observance. Being on my own in the wilderness, every battle I’ve been in, when I was such a small child that had to be in tune with every minutia of my father’s emotions so that I could avoid them or prepare myself.

“Hey, you okay?” Levi breaks me out of my own mind.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, just got a bit lost in my head there,” I apologize.

Almost inaudibly, Levi whispers, “What were you thinking about?”

I search his face, despite not knowing what I’m looking for. Without looking away, I decide I owe him some kind of answer. So I say, “Just sort of about all of the times being observant was the difference between life and death. How important that skill has been for me throughout my life.” I allow my voice to trail off towards the end.

“I can second that. But…but you already knew I’d agree with that sentiment, didn’t you?” This time, when he spoke, he didn’t look away. Instead it felt like he was staring into my soul and despite having been intentionally vague it felt to me like I had just laid my entire self out bare before him.

“I probably could’ve guessed, yeah.”

“How is it that you already know things like this about me?” Levi asks sounding almost scared.

In response, I shrug a little before saying, “Well, I guess I just see a lot of similarities in how we operate.”

“Like what?”

“Um, well, thinking about any of the strategies and plans you’ve put together over the last week. You don’t strategize like Erwin and Hange, like the military. Your strategies always seem more…more…desparate isn’t the right word, but more like an animal that’s been cornered.” I quickly add, “And I’m not saying that as a bad thing! Everything you’ve said and planned has been extremely sound and probably exactly what I would come up with too. I guess I just mean that, as someone who personally has only ever had to strategize to save my own ass, I can kind of tell that your mind works around survival.”

I desperately didn’t want to offend him, and luckily it didn’t seem like he took anything that I said as an insult.

I also didn’t want to say it, but any thoughts I had about Levi previously having had a rough life were confirmed by the conversation he and Kenny had earlier in the day.

Quietly, he asks, “Do you think it’s that obvious to everyone?”

I respond easily, “Oh, no. I don’t think it’s obvious to anyone, honestly. I think the way it would be obvious to people is if they look past the icy mask that you wear. And even then, I think it would take a lot more time and/or personal experience for someone to figure out the root of what makes you tick.”

With wide eyes, Levi says “L-look past the mask?”

“Yeah, the whole ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ bullshit. Forgive me for psycho-analyzing you, but that whole moniker seems to be a pretty nice wall to hide behind so you don’t risk anyone actually knowing Levi the person.”

“A-and you? You…you’ve looked past it?”

“Frankly, I’ve only recently started trying to,” I laugh before continuing on, “I honestly didn’t see anything more than a self-righteous prick until about a week or so ago.” This elicits a pretty hardy snort from him. “That being said, now that we’ve worked next to each other more seriously I think I’m starting to see a bit more. And since I’m being so open right now, I’ll admit that I think I like just plain Levi one hell of a lot more than Captain Levi: Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.”

We sit there, frozen, staring at each other for what feels like an eternity. Finally, the moment is broken when we both finish off our tea. He stumbles through saying he’s gonna head back in and I agree.

Handing his cloak back to him, his hand brushes my arm and despite the cold night air it’s like he’s bending fire across my skin. We walk down the stairs in silence and I offer to do the dishes since he made the tea. With a simple nod I head towards the kitchen but instead of going back to his office, he follows me. I don’t say anything as I begin to wash the dishes and set the clean ones aside, only to then find him drying them off and putting them away. I smile to myself at how far we’ve come and how well we actually work together.

In front of our respective doors, we bid each other goodnight and disappear from view.

I could really see myself being friends with just plain Levi.

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kaz11283 · 4 years ago

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I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.

37) Because I Love You God Damn It!

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The Secret Is Out

Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint

Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst

Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.

Announcements: I will always need insperation and requests! They feed my soul! Haha. I'm not gonna lie. Im skipping back and forth on my requests though. I have a really good story line for one but its just so emotional(thats were Im hoping it goes at least) that I didnt want to write it tonight and put my self in a mood. So instead I guess im goimg with a form of anger? Meh. Anyways... I absolutly love love love everything from you guys! The reblogs, likes, and comments are amazing and I am very greatful for all the love I am getting!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.

Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.

"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.

"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.

"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.

"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.

"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."

"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."

"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."

"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.

"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.

"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.

"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"

"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."

"Dont ask to much of me now."

"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.

"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.

You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.

"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.

"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.

"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.

"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."

"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.

"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."

"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"

"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"

"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."

"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."

"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.

"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.

"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.

"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.

"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"

"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.

"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.

It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.

"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.

"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.

Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.

"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.

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yourfangirlfriend · 3 years ago

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It’s Nothing Serious - Chapter Seven

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Five and a Half

Chapter Six

A/N: Hey. Been a while. Here’s an update and a loose promise I’ll be better? Also thanks for all the notes, comments, and messages recently! I forget who wanted to be on the tag list, but comment and I’ll know for next time!

“It’s not serious.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Mother.”

“It’s not. You’re really overreacting.”

You curl your fingers into the bed of your palm and feel the bite of your nails digging into the flesh. “It’s cancer.”

“Psssh.”

You want to throw the phone across the room. Instead, you screw your eyes shut and lean back against the wall.

“Do you have an appointment soon?”

“You know I don’t like hospitals.” She says just as you see the deadbolt to your apartment flick unlocked. Javi pushes in seconds later, looking just as tired as you feel. You give him a little wave.

“Well weigh that dislike of hospitals against your dislike of death,” you say, turning away and putting your hand on your hip. You don’t want to burden him with this, but you see his eyebrows perk up anyway. Shit. You lower your voice. “Can’t Dad sit with you? Or Luna?”

“You worry too much.” She chides.

“You don’t worry enough!” You scold into the phone. You feel a hand around your waist and turn just in time to get a kiss on your forehead. It calms you down.

Sighing, you regain your composure. “Mom? Please promise me you’re going to go back.”

“Well of course I’ll go back, Bean, but really, I don’t want you worrying about me.” Somewhere in the background, you hear a crash behind her.

“Mom?”

“It’s just your father. He’s putting up shelves for the crystals and I think he fell. Can I call you back?”

You sigh. The only thing your mother is worse at than soothing your anxiety is calling you back.

“Yeah, sure.” You say. “But actually call?”

“I always do.”

“Hmm.”

“Bye Bean, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say before you hear the line go dead. You put the phone back on the hook and drop your head, trying it to calm yourself down. From the couch, you hear Javi perk up.

“Sounds like you had a worse day than me.”

You look up and give him a weak smile. “We’re having a lot of those, recently.”

How long are honeymoon periods supposed to last? You would have at least guessed six months. That only seems fair, given the seven months of angst and hookups that preceded finally, finally being able to admit to one another that maybe this meant a little more than you led on. You would have taken three months, even- three months of everything just being calm and quiet and nice, where the most stressful thing to happen is burning dinner because you’re too busy fucking on the counter.

You moved to the wrong fucking city.

It wasn’t even a week after your drunken exchange of I-love-yous that it began. All those bodies piling up once more, only this time the cops and their allies were giving just as good as they had got. Bodies from both sides seemed to pile up in higher stacks all around you two. Three days hadn’t passed without you having to calm down one of your students -or worse, one of your fellow teachers- over recent events. It was getting to you, too, if you were honest. Javi had warned you against going out like you once did, and as much as you hated it, you knew he was right. You thought of the friends of friends who had disappeared or died, caught in the crossfire or in the consequences of their poor decisions. The more you heard, the more you wanted to lock yourself in your apartment, hidden away from the chaos of the outside. You managed to see your friends at work but meet-ups outside had dwindled severely. Alessa found out she was pregnant and didn’t want to risk it. Lisa’s brother-in-law got caught in between two sides of a gunfight and couldn’t work any longer, so she was helping them more around the house. Maritza was the only one who still tried to go out, but it was a rare occasion you could even gather everyone up for a dinner at home.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if you could have spent all this new, anxious free time with Javi, but if anything, he had picked up your slack when it came to existing in the outside world. Since Los Pepes had entered the picture, the man worked around the clock. Sometimes you would go the whole evening without seeing him, only to be awoken to the feeling of his body falling on the bed next to yours. While he still insisted on driving you to work every morning, he had begun staying at the office later and later, sometimes not returning until 2 am. The fire and anger that once fuelled him seemed to have died out, and the poor man is running on fumes. You could see it when you both woke in the morning in the dark circles under his eyes and the uptick in cigarettes he had been smoking. You try and take care of him - bringing him coffee in bed, rubbing his shoulders when he sits up, lost in his own thoughts. He appreciates it, he tells you as much, but no matter how hard you try he’s still as weary as ever when he finally comes back to you.

You don’t want to add to that. You know that what he’s seeing at work must be leagues beyond your little pep-talks and lonely evenings, and you don’t think it’s worth mentioning even if it has started to take its toll on you. You miss your friends. You miss days at work where the kids are sunny and mischievous, instead of withdrawn and scared. Hell, you miss your boyfriend- it feels weird calling a man his age that- you’re supposed to be in loved-up bliss, but instead it seems the universe decided to throw you another curveball. You overcame the intimacy issues only to come face to face with this bullshit not days later.

And now your mom is sick.

Javi gets up from the couch and comes to stand beside you, his tired hand dropping down to take your fingers. You smile at the effort, which seems small, but you know takes so much for him these days. You reach up to wipe a stupid tear out of your eyes.

“Swear she thinks she could cure this with sage and essential oil,” you try to joke. He doesn’t say anything, only runs his thumb along your cheek bone and tilt your chin up to look at him. You try and give him a smile before another year drops down your face. Frustrated, you press your hands into your eyes and let out a groan.

“Fuck.” You say. You drop your hands and look back at him. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, huh?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” I’m sorry I can’t be soft and happy for you when you come home? I’m sorry that he has to spend all day on the front lines and come back to this mess? “Things have been rough lately. I don’t want to add anything to your pile.”

“It’s not my pile that’s getting added to,” he pulls you against him, pressing a kiss against your head once more. You close your eyes and let out a sigh. “You okay, hermosa?”

You nod, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. “They caught it early. She’s just stubborn. She’ll go, though. Her dad was an oncologist. She pretends like she doesn’t know, but…” you shake your head. “Fucking parents, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says, reaching out to push a loose curl behind your ear. “Fuckin’ parents.”

You relax into him, letting your head dip down into the dip when his neck connects to his chest. He brings his arms around you to keep you there. The two of you stand like that for a moment, two idiots swaying to the silence of the world’s chaos.

“You’re not bad,” you sigh against him, snuggling in deeper. “For an alcoholic cop.”

He chuckles. “Agent.” He combs his fingers through your hair. “You’re not bad for a teacher who lets strange men finger her in a supply closet.”

You hold a finger up. “One time.”

He catches your hand and brings your fingers up to his lips, kissing the tips. It’s enough to make you melt.

“I am sorry,” he says, placing your hand against his chest and holding it there. “About your mom.”

You sigh. “What can you do?”

“Do you need to go back?”

“I’d never hear the end of it if I did,” you pull away from him and make for the coffee table, where you had set out two drinks for Javi’s arrival before your mother had called. You pick them up and extend one to him, and he takes it gratefully, dropping onto the couch next to you. “She’s convinced I worry too much. Me, her brilliant daughter who chose to live in the middle of a war zone,” you purse your lips. “Sorry,” you say.

He shakes his head. “You’re right,” he leans forward to set his drink down on the coffee table before resting his elbows on his knees, bending forward in a pose of contemplation. Sensing the shift in the air, you sit up and run your fingers along his back.

“Javi- I didn’t mean…”

He shakes his head again. “This thing…it’s a fucking mess. All of it.” He sighs. “Sick of seeing fucking bodies.”

You reach for something to say to comfort him, but you know there’s nothing. Instead, you scoot closer to him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Have you thought about it? Going back to Texas for a while?” He asks.

You shake your head. “She doesn’t want me to. And neither do I,” you reach up and lace your fingers through his, unclasping a worried hand. He turns to you, his eyes flicking up and down your face.

“You shouldn’t stay here because of me. You’d be safer.”

You blow a raspberry. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Sensing he took the joke to heart, you nudge him with your chin. “I’m here because I want to be here. With the kids. With you.”

He turns back to face forward, and you’re unsure if he’s satisfied with your answer before he speaks again.

“If anything happens to you…” he shakes his head. It forms a pit in your stomach.

You reach out and press his hand against the center of your chest. When he looks at you puzzled, you smile. “See? Still beating. Think that’s a good sign.”

He sighs, but not without a small smile on his face. Taking advantage of the moment, you reach out and take him by the chin, pulling him in for a long kiss. When you break away, his hands come up to pull your face back to his, and you can’t help but smile as he presses his lips against your mouth and begins to trail down your neck.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing the pulse point that makes you shiver. “I think it’s a good sign.”

You’re not great at taking care of yourself when you’re stressed out. Who is, really? You hope he hasn’t noticed, though, the way the bags under your eyes have darkened to match his or how much more quickly you seem to go through liquor bottles. You want to think he doesn’t notice- that he’s too focused on other things, but it’s getting harder to pretend. You try and rally your energy every time you see him. You want to be this bright spot for him in the middle of all this chaos and violence. You cook, you clean, and you go down on him like you want to live the rest of your life on your knees. You smile. You joke. You try to be pure sunshine in the bullshit he’s caught in.

But now your mom’s sick. And, fuck, you’re empty.

He must notice it. He has to see it when he comes home to you, and your house is a mess. He has to hear it when you spend the next few weeks by the phone, arguing with your family- Luna is too busy with the baby to go home, your father doesn’t want to believe it’s real, and your mother-fuck! - she keeps telling you not to worry. Not to worry! Like the few times she calls, she doesn’t tell you offhandedly how much worse she’s getting. Like you’re not trying to keep yourself from telling her how you hear gunshots every night, or how you can’t go a week without seeing a dead body. Like you’re not protecting everyone from your feelings because surely, they have it worse. You know everyone has it worse. How do you compete with cancer and being a foot soldier in the war on drugs? You’re just some teacher. You’re just some lady in over her head. Like everyone else in this country.

Maybe it was just a bad day when he came home that Wednesday. For both of you. One of your students’ siblings had died the day before, and you had spent the majority of the day trying not to cry alongside an eight-year-old. You had been trying to reach your mother for days, but the calls kept getting picked up by the answering machine and you couldn’t come up with any other way to say, “please call me back and tell me you’re okay”. When you finally came home, it was to a messy house - why are you so disappointed? it’s been a disaster for weeks- and you barely have enough energy to kick a few things out of a sort of path. You check your messages, willing there to be one overlooked recording of your mother’s voice assuring you she’s doing fine before her scheduled surgery, but the tape is woefully empty, just as it was yesterday and the day before. You pick the stupid machine up from the table and throw it to the ground.

You chain-smoked three cigarettes by your window, zoning out into the ether as night descended upon you so gradually until it was suddenly dark. You thought of your student, the one who came home to a massacred older sibling, and your stomach cramps. Before you can stop yourself, you imagine your mother in the same position they described to you that morning- spread out like a starfish on the floor, eyes wide open and dull as they stare up to the ceiling, a halo of blood around their head. Your throat itches and you light a fourth cigarette.

When you went to the refrigerator, finally, but discovered upon opening the door that you had once again forgotten to go grocery shopping. The only things that stared back at you were three-day-old pasta leftovers, some eggs, and a few beers.

“Fucking idiot,” you said to yourself.

You pulled out the carton of eggs and had begun to whisk them together when you heard the door creak open. You turned around to call out a greeting but bit your tongue when you saw his face. A deep scowl marked his otherwise handsome features, and he had already lit a cigarette before coming in.

“Hey,” he said as if he was annoyed with you. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the eggs in front of you. He made for the couch, stripping off his jacket as he walked.

“Fuck!”

You turned around to see him wavering, trying to regain his balance. He reaches out and grabs the edge of the counter, but it’s stacked so high with papers that his hand slips and he’s falling back onto the floor- but not before hitting the back of his head. You run around, dropping to your knees beside him as he pulls a bloodied hand from the back of his head.

“Hang on- “you run to the sink and grab a wet towel. Jogging back to him, you reach out to nurse the area when he snatches the rag out of your hand.

“I can do it myself,” he says. “Why is your fucking answering machine on the floor?”

You feel stupid and lost for words, like a child who just got scolded. You hold your hands in front of you.

“I want to help- “

“If you want to help, why don’t you clean the fucking apartment?” He snaps.

Your eyes widen. He’s been grumpy for weeks, surly even, but there’s an extra bit of venom in his voice tonight. Before today, maybe you would have called him on it, snatched the rag out of his hand, and told him to go fuck himself, to go to his place and bleed over his own towels.

But…fuck you’re tired. You have been hanging by a thread all day and the only thing that was keeping your eyes dry was the thought of curling up with him tonight. Maybe if one of the many, horrible things hadn’t happened today you would already be kicking his ass out, instead of standing there dumb and speechless, taking this abuse you don’t deserve.

So, you let him have the rag. You turn back and walk to the kitchen and keep making the eggs.

He has it worse. He has it worse.

You two eat dinner in silence. You can tell he’s not pleased with the meager meal, but he just grunts and shovels it into his mouth. You barely eat, picking at little bites like a bird. Instead, you think about how chemotherapy makes people lose their appetite, and wonder if your mother can eat right now. You imagine her too-long blonde hair must have begun to fall out, and for a moment you think you can feel the sickly strands tightening around your fingers. It’s all-encompassing, and you don’t hear when Javi tries to get your attention.

“Eloise!”

You jerk your head up, your blank face meeting his. He frowns.

“I said do you want a drink,”

“Oh,” you say, softly. You shake your head. “No.”

He rolls his eyes and pushes up from the table, going to the liquor cabinet. When he pulls the doors open, his head drops, disappointed.

“You’re out.”

“Oh?” You turn around. He turns and sends you a look.

“Yeah.” He says

“I forgot to go to the…” you wave your hand.

“Seems like you forgot to do a lot of things,” he sighs. You frown, a bit taken aback by his annoyance. But yet again, you bite your tongue. He sighs and walks towards the table, snatching up his keys.

“Where are you-?”

“To get some from my apartment.” He says. He swings the door open with too much power, and when it falls closed with a crack it makes your shudder.

Across the room, the phone rings.

You scramble to your feet, nearly tripping over that same answering machine that had claimed Javi. You yank the phone off the hook, shoving the phone to your ear.

“Mom?” Your voice is like a little girl’s.

“What?” The male voice says. Your shoulders deflate.

“Sorry,” you say, pressing your hand to your forehead. You look up as the door to your apartment swings open again, and Javi walks in with a storm cloud over his head, whiskey clutched in his fist. “He just walked in, hang on.” You hold the phone out to Javi. “Steve.”

He lets out a sigh and walks forward, taking the phone from your hand. In a daze, you walk towards the kitchen and begin to clean up the few dishes you dirtied, your mind zoning in and out of reality. You don’t notice you’re just standing with the water running until a hand comes from the corner of your eye and switches the tap off.

“Stop watering the pipes,” Javi says. He walks back to the table and lights a cigarette, sitting down and kicking his feet up. You turn back to look at him.

“Everything alright?” You ask.

He scoffs. “No, it’s not fucking alright.” He takes a drag and blows a plume of smoke out. He looks up to you, his eyes darting to the glass he left by your hand. He makes to sit up.

“I’ll get it,” you say, and you pick it up, walking over towards him. You’re just about to hand it to him when your ankle gives, and you drop the glass, spilling his drink over his pants.

“Goddammit!” He yelps. He looks up at you - and you know it’s not you, you know he’s had a bad day, you know there’s so much on his plate- but the snarl he has feels like a punch to the stomach.

“I’m sorry, let me- “you reach for the napkins you thought were on the table before realizing you forgot to buy those, too. Your hand flails around you as you’re caught in your anxiety.

“You’ve done enough,” he grumbles, pushing up and walking past you to pull a rag from the counter.

You’re not sure why hearing him blotting his pants behind you does it, but you feel it immediately. That hot, wet trail down your face. And once that first tear is loose, you know you can’t stop. Suddenly, you’re silently weeping, snot and water running down your face as your shoulders shake and you reach up to try and hold yourself.

You let out a long breath, but it comes out as shaky, and the sounds from behind you stop.

“…El?”

You begin to paw at your face but realize it’s a lost cause. Shaking your head, you ignore him and walk back to your bedroom, closing the door behind you before dropping against the wall.

You were doing so well. You hadn’t cried, you hadn’t screamed at him during his shittier moods, you had been an angel. You pushed through all of this bullshit, hoping that, even though you couldn’t compete with his life, he would notice. He would realize how much of toll your own, lesser bullshit had begun to take on you, and had some sympathy. More than that, you had hoped he would appreciate it- how you never pushed him to take care of you, how you were always there for him with a meal and warm arms, how you were soldiering on for him through all the stress. You wanted him to think you some sort of martyr, a girlfriend who was pushing all her needs down to take care of him when he needed it most. If he was emotionally unable to reciprocate, he could at least fucking notice.

But he didn’t. He was too up his own ass, too busy at work, too concerned with being the only person in this relationship with problems that he didn’t even fucking see how much your teeth nearly cracked every time you faked a smile for him. You were mad at yourself, too- you had folded into this smaller version of yourself after making excuses for him, and now you had the gall to be sad about it? You had paved this path. You tried to protect him from your pain, thinking it was kind, when really you were coddling him.

You feel anger rise in your chest. You clench your fists in your hands, and you’re about to scream into your knees when you hear the soft knock on the door. Furled by anger, you stand up quickly and swing the door open to see a much softer looking Javi in the doorway.

And that takes the wind out of your sails. Instead of laying into him like you wanted, you let out a pathetic sob. Immediately he’s pulling you towards him and you’re caught in a tight hold as you sob into one of his nicer shirts.

“El,” he says softly, and you choke out another sob on his shoulder. Carefully, the two of you descend to the floor of your bedroom as he keeps his hold on you, tracing his fingers up and down your back as you continue to cry against him.

His tone is soothing as he circles through what little he can say - “baby” and “I’m sorry” and “it’s okay”. As your cries come to a slow, you pull away from him and try to wipe your face.

“Baby,” he says again, reaching out to touch your cheek. You dare to make eye contact, and, fuck, it breaks your heart. He looks like a little boy who just realized he had crossed a line. You let out a pathetic little hiccup as you wipe your eyes again.

“I’ve tried- “you stutter on your words as your tears keep falling. “I- I know it’s hard for you, really fucking hard, I know my d-day to day can’t compare to the shi-shit you see,” you try to take in a deep breath. His hand runs down your arm. “But I’m not doing okay. And I’ve tried to put that aside to t-take care of you, but - fuck, I need- “you feel yourself begin to hyperventilate. Fuck, you haven’t cried this hard since you were a kid.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Fuck, Javi, my mom is dying!” You yell. “She’s dying and I can’t get a hold of her. And every day I have to go to the school and hear more awful fucking stories about other kids’ families dying. I have to let them think I have any kind of answer when I fucking don’t! I’m just as lost as they are! I’m in my godamn thirties and all I want is to hug my fucking mommy, too!” You huff a few more breaths. “But I can’t, so I pretend. And I come home to you, and I- fuck, I love you so much, and I don’t want to burden you or make you take care of me when you have it so, so much worse but today- “you swallow, your mouth dry from crying - “today she was supposed to go in for surgery. And I haven’t heard anything. I spent all of lunch not eating because an eight-year-old, a fucking eight-year-old! Was telling me that she found her brother with a gunshot wound between his eyes. And I can’t do anything to help her! Just like I can’t do anything to help my fucking mother who won’t even call her daughter back to leave a message to say ‘hey! I SURVIVED SURGERY’. And maybe if I hadn’t had all of that I could put up with your shitty moods like I have been for weeks because I know it’s hard and I know you have it worse but today I just-I fucking couldn’t! I couldn’t do it! I couldn’t take YOU yelling at me when all I wanted was for you to fucking- I don’t know! Pull me in your lap and pet my hair! Ask me how my day was! Ignore my dirty apartment the way I’ve ignored your passive-aggressive moody bullshit for a month because you understand I’m not doing the fucking best right now! And I need the person who loves me to fucking act like it!” You fall forward, sobbing again. The arm on your shoulder drops, and you expect for a moment he’s going to get up and leave you to cry into the night. Instead, though, he scoots back until his back leans against the footboard of the bed. You look up in time to see him open his arms.

“Come here,” he says.

Too eager, you scramble over to him as he pulls you against him, petting your arms and face as you keep weeping against him.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I do see it. I do. I promise.”

You hiccup and he pulls you tighter.

“I know you have it worse- “you start.

“Stop,” he says, pressing your head against his chest.

You keep crying over the next half hour as he whispers sweet things to you. When you’ve exhausted yourself, you drop your head to his lap, fading in and out of consciousness as his fingers comb through your hair, soft and comforting. You don’t quite remember him urging you up and into bed, but by the time you’ve regained your senses somewhat he’s pulled your back against him, tucking his nose into the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly. He shakes his head.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” He says. “Go to sleep, hermosa.”

You do.

The next morning is quiet. The two of your dress quickly and rush out the door, having slept past your alarm. He tells you briefly he’s got a lot on at work today, and you take it as a sign you’ll be walking back this afternoon. You nod and give him a quick peck before running up the stairs to the school, at least somewhat happy to have avoided talking about last night.

So, you don’t expect it when you leave the school one afternoon and see him waiting for you outside, his arms crossed on his chest, aviators on, posed in front of his car like he’s in a film. You fight the urge to smirk when you drop down to the final step and his mouth jerks up at the corner.

“You look like a cliche,” you deadpan, walking up to give him a quick kiss. Only, it’s not quick- you try to pull away tastefully, but he takes you by your waist and pulls you into a deeper kiss. You give him a swat on his shoulder but return it regardless, luxuriating in the attention. It feels nice.

“Get in the car,” he says when he finally pulls away. You tilt your head.

“You takin' me somewhere?”

“Not if you don’t get in the damn car,” he swats your ass, causing you to shriek, before beginning to walk around the front. Despite yourself, you smile as you clamber in.

You don’t ask questions throughout the whole drive, but you admit you’re a bit disappointed when you just pull back up to your apartment building. You try and mask it, hopping out of the car and waiting expectantly for him to come around and join you. He climbs the stairs quickly, beating you to the door to hold it open.

Without thinking, you reach for your keys. It’s almost muscle memory now. You haven’t been to his place for any real time in months. You think it reminds him too much of work.

Except, now he’s nodding you over to his door he’s begun to unlock. You come to stand by him, eying him as he fiddles with the lock. As the bolt clicks, he smiles, then turns to you.

“Close your eyes,” he says.

“Really?”

“Fuck you. Yea really.”

With a small grin on your face, you make a show of daintily closing your eyes. You see a flash of light- him waving his hands in front of your face. Convinced you really have your eyes closed, you hear the door open, then feel a warm hand taking your own. You walk inside, blindly stepping after him until he drops his hand, and you feel his hands come to rest on your shoulders.

“Alright,” he says.

You open your eyes, and it takes you a while to realize what he’s even made a fuss about. In front of you are two plates with a single sandwich and a side of potato chips. You’re kind of annoyed for a second- when you surprise him, it’s always with a cake or really good head, never just dinner. Dinner that’s basically a sandwich.

You turn to look at him before noticing that the apartment has been cleaned up. You swivel around, taking in the sight, noticing the repaired answering machine has been put carefully back on the side table. You haven’t seen your home this clean in a while, and you realize that he must have done this, too. You start to say something, but he’s already pulling out your chair for you, urging you to sit down. Lost for words, you drop yourself into the seat and watch as he comes around to sit in front of you. He waits for you to say something, but when you don’t, he begins.

“It’s not much,” he says finally. “But you were right. I’ve been a dick, and I’m not the only one with shit on my plate.” He rubs the back of his neck. “When my mom was sick…I should be better to you. For you.” He bites his lip. When you still don’t say anything, he continues. “I’m sorry, El. You’re so…good, and I’m…” he shakes his head. You reach out your hand, covering his. There’s a flash of a smile across his face. “I called sick to work. They were having me doing bullshit paperwork, anyway. Murphy can handle that.” He clears his throat. “It’s uh, not much, but a rich guy owed me a favor, and he had a smoker. I had some old rubs from Señora Garza, the one with the hands? My dad sent me them from back home a while, and I know it’s not going home, but I know you miss the food- “you reach forward and pull the top of the sandwich off.

Brisket.

You look up at him, and you start to cry.

His face drops, alarmed. “Oh- no, baby- “

“Javi,” you wipe a tear away. “This is- this is - “you bend forward and let out another small cry. Immediately, he’s on his feet, coming around to kneel beside you. Just as he’s about to say something, you lean forward and catch his face in your hands, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s long and warm, and when he finally breaks away, you’re rewarded with a bright smile.

“You like it?”

“I love- I love it.” You say, running a hand through his hair. “This is very sweet.”

He looks down, pleased with himself. You lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead. He reaches up and takes your hands.

“I…I really love you, El,” he says, not quite daring to look you in the eyes until he’s finished his sentence. “I just hope you know that.”

You nod before pressing another kiss to his lips. “I do,” you say. “Even when…I do know, Javi.”

He nods, and the two of you sit there, blissed out together for a moment before he lets out a breath.

“Well, you better eat. Fucking thing took six hours to smoke, better not let it get too cold.”

You let out a laugh as he stands and comes to sit across from you. With a smile, the two of you eat. It’s not the perfect approximation of the food back home, but it’s enough to fill you with the comfort you had been craving for weeks. Javi watches, proud of himself as you lick the remaining sauce off a finger, smiling at the flavor.

“You did good, Peña.” You say, flicking your eyes back to him. He smiles, tossing the napkin down between the two of you before making to stand. He walks over and extends a hand down to you, and you raise your eyebrows.

“Is there more to eat?” You ask, somewhat hopeful. It’s impossible, but if he found a way to get a malt shake down here too you think you’d have to spend the next three weeks with his dick in your mouth.

“Something like that,” he says, urging you up. You send him a playful look as he reaches behind you and pulls the zipper to your skirt. With strong hands, he pulls your underwear and skirt down to your ankles, dropping to his knees to let you step out of them. With a twinkle in his eye, he smiles up at you.

“Go sit on the couch,” he orders. “And keep your knees apart.”

Turns out his surprises come with pretty good head, too.

A/N: Idk if this is of any interest but in my head Eloise is played by Phoebe Waller-Bridge. But of course, you cast her however you like!! She’s yours, too

#it's nothing serious #narcos #narcos: tv #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier Peña x oc #fic

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