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toomanystoriessolittletime · 17 days

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Rain Confessions

Summary: A dance in the rain at Jackson's last day of the summer celebration leads to you and Joel finding out something surprising about the both of you after you sneaked off to have some alone time.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Rating: E

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: falling in love, a whole lot of backstory nobody asked for, implied past SA, age gap (around 15-20 years), fluff, baby fever, smut (semi public sex, unprotected sex) accidental breeding kink (?), pregnancy surprise at the end

A/N: This is my entry for @undercoverpena April showers challenge! I had so many ideas for this challenge, but this is it (for now lol)

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If you had learned anything about the community of Jackson since arriving here almost two years ago, it was that the people would always find a reason to have a town celebration.

It was foreign to you at first, celebrating the first summer harvest a week after you arrived. Seeing everyone in the middle of town, celebrating while music was played by some towns people on their instruments. Children playing with wide smiles, safe from all the horrors that laid behind the walls of this tiny town. So much food everyone wouldn’t have to cook for days.

Dancing.

Happy people.

You had a full blown panic attack the first time you had attended a town celebration, overwhelmed from how… normal everything seemed now. Almost like it had been before the outbreak happened.

You only had little memory of how it was before. You had just turned 20, moved to another state, far away from all of your family for a job you were excited for, but would never get to work in.

You had been shot on outbreak day, waking up almost a month later in a make shift hospital in what would later become the Dallas QZ. You remembered being told how lucky you were that an officer had brought you in in all that chaos. There would be many times after you had healed and been released, that you asked yourself if you really had been that lucky. The question about why you survived, being a constant thought inside your head.

Whatever had happened to you had fucked with your memory, leaving you with big gaps about your life before you woke up in the hospital.

You had stayed in Dallas until the QZ fell, leaving with a group of what you thought back then were friends. You had worked with those people, those men, for many years at the QZ. They had never given any indication about not being decent people. You trusted them.

Trust that you clearly had misplaced.

You would learn in the following years that they had only taken you with them so they had something to offer to whomever could help them survive.

It would take years for you to finally escape from them, kill all of them, leaving you with nothing but the clothes on your body stumbling through the deserted lands of what you would learn was Wyoming until a group of people found you.

You had asked them to kill you, tired of life.

But they had taken you in. Maria saw something in you that day.

You became a part of Jackson. Working in the greenhouse every day because as it turned out, you had a green thump.

Yet you were still keeping to yourself.

The years of abuse you had endured, did not make it easy to trust new people. You only had little friends. Lauren, who worked with you at the greenhouse, and Tommy who made it close to impossible not to be friends with. Maria who became like a big sister to you.

You weren’t looking to meet more people, let alone find something more than just friendship until Joel Miller stepped into your life.

You had been pared with him on your monthly patrol, something every citizen of Jackson had been tasked at least once per month, not even knowing he had joined the community, or knowing that he was Tommy’s brother.

He was quiet, reserved, cold, but only to the people who were to scared to look past the facade he put on.

It was like you could see right through him, the way he was masking the pain he carried with him all day. Maybe because you had been doing the same thing.

The first patrol you went on together left you drenched to your bones, surprised by rainfall, making you sick for a whole week after with Joel being the only one who would check on you.

Something you didn’t understand at that time, because you did not know the man.

You still weren’t sure who made the first move of spending some more time together. It seemed to just… happen. Eating together at the Tipsy Bison after he came back from his job at Patrol. Him visiting you in the greenhouse when he found himself lonely, telling you about his complicated relationship with Ellie at the moment.

You spending time at his place to teach Ellie how to bake, because she had been nagging you for weeks to do so.

He never pushed, always listened to whatever you had to say, both of you opening up to each other about what you had went through before getting to Jackson.

He had held you after you talked about the years you had been in captivity, vowing to never let anyone ever lay a hand on you.

It was after the first baking lesson, Ellie long gone to bed, that you found yourself in Joel’s arms for the first time, his body on top of yours, his cock filling you slowly, while he whispered words of praise against your ear.

Yet it would take another couple of months for the two of you to admit that you had feelings for one another, oblivious to what everyone around you saw with their eyes closed.

There hadn’t been some grand gesture like in the movies.

It had been a normal night where you felt a little restless and decided to walk towards the stables to wait for Joel to come back from patrol. The way his face lit up when he saw you as he rode through the gates, taking you by surprise even though your face was a mirror image of his. He had wrapped his arms around you and whispered how much he missed you before he kissed you softly, the world around you disappearing when he admitted to you that he’s been in love with you for a while now.

You had moved into his house the week after.

And now you were in your shared bedroom, getting into clean clothes while Joel sat on the bed, looking at you with warm eyes.

„We could just stay in? Have some time for ourselves while everyone is busy celebrating the last day of summer?“ He asked and you smiled softly, putting your pants on, while his eyes continued to undress you.

„And do what?“ You asked.

„I can think of a thing or two. I’d start with getting you out of this jeans again,“ he winked and you smiled shyly at the way he looked at you.

You hope he would forever look at you like that.

„You know your brother would come looking for us. We promised we would be there. And Ellie asked you to come too,“ you reminded him and he sighed.

Things between him and Ellie were still hard, but she was slowly coming around. There would be a small art installation from the school at the town square and Ellie had drawn a couple of paintings she was excited to show off.

Joel got up from the bed and walked over to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

„You gonna let me dance with you?“ He asked and you sighed, pulling your arms up and crossing your hands behind his neck, looking up at him. He was smiling softly at you and you were pretty sure you would never be able to love another person like you loved Joel Miller.

„Always,“ you smiled before you got on your tiptoes to kiss him softly.

You were watching Joel and Ellie from afar, both of them standing in front of a painting she did from a landscape across town square that was currently filled with people. Ellie had told you that it was the mountain view she had woken up to for an entire week while she was sick on the road, Joel taking care of her until she felt better to continue their travels on their way to find Tommy here in Jackson.

Joel was visibly struggling to keep the tears at bay as you saw Ellie explain it to him before they hesitantly hugged each other.

You were sitting under one of the tents that had been put up earlier today, the sky not looking like it would be dry outside much longer. Yet it was warm enough to only wear a T-shirt.

„You think they gonna be okay?“ Tommy asked, sitting down next to you, little Elijah in his arms. Maria had given birth not too long ago to a mini version of Tommy much to her delight. She waved at you from next to the grill, and you waved back before you reached your hand out to Elijah who took your finger with a squeal.

„I think so. She’s beginning to understand why he did what he did. And he’s understanding why she’s so upset. They miss each other,“ you said and Tommy nodded.

„I would have done the same if it was my kid,“ Tommy said and you nodded.

„Yeah. Me too,“ you smiled at Elijah who now was trying to suck on your finger, making you chuckle.

„Are your parents not feeding you enough, little man?“ You said with a grin.

Without answering he proceeded to pull your finger in his mouth, making you giggle.

„Maria just fed him twenty minutes ago. He’s just ravenous,“ Tommy rolled his eyes.

He turned his head when he heard Maria call for him.

„Can you take him for a moment? My wife calls,“ he asked. With a smile you nodded, opening your arms for the little boy to be placed against your chest, kissing his forehead while he still sucked on your finger.

„Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?“ You hummed with a small smile as he snuggled against you. When you looked up you found Joel’s eyes locked on you from across the little square and you felt your cheeks warming at the look he was giving you.

In the past couple of weeks you had the recurring dream about having a baby on your own, a mini version of Joel. You dreamed of watching him with a tiny baby on his chest. You dreamed of your own little family.

Elijah used this moment to nibble on your knuckles, making your eyes widen before you looked down at the little guy again.

„You really are hungry huh?“ You laughed.

„He’s teething,“ Maria said, smiling down at you with a plate of food in her hands, Tommy following behind her.

„You gonna eat some spare rips next summer, huh?“ You teased, tickling the babies side, making him giggle.

„He sure will be,“ Tommy said proudly, before he took Elijah back.

Music started to play from the band that had formed earlier this year from the town and you could see Tommy smirk.

„I think you had an admirer,“ he winked before you turned around and found Joel walking towards you. When he was close he held one hand out which you took.

„You promised me a dance,“ he said and you couldn’t help but smile.

„I did, didn’t I?“ You said before you let him guide you towards the middle of the square were people had already gathered to dance.

The band was playing a song you did not recognise. It was a slow song for a change, Joel and you having danced to two songs before laughing loudly at the way you just could not manage to not stumble over your own feet.

But now you were in his arms, your cheek against his chest as he slowly swayed you to the beat, his lips against the top of your head while he murmured the words to the song.

You took a deep breath of his familiar earthy scent that always felt like coming home.

It was then that you felt the first drops of rain. Feeling his arms tighten around you he cursed quietly as it began to rain, the sky opening up, drenching you within seconds, your clothes clinging to your body.

The normal reaction would be to seek shelter from the rain, just like the people around you who quickly ran towards the tents that had been put up.

But you looked up at Joel who was already looking at you, his hair clinging to his face, drops of water falling from his nose down on you.

The band was still playing, the song changing to a distinct version of Purple Rain, making the people who were now in the tents laugh, but you just smiled, letting Joel twirl you on the improvised dance floor before you came to rest against his chest again, both of you laughing.

You danced for a couple more minutes, before he kissed you deeply, holding you close against him.

„Get a room!“ You heard Tommy yell and you smiled against Joel’s lips, before you took his hand and led him away from the town square.

He had you crowded against the wall outside of the greenhouse as soon as you rounded the building, his lips on yours, his hands rounding your face.

The greenhouse was closer, your house being on the other side of town.

It was still raining, the both of you under the small and apparently leaking roof that was above the outside work station, just out of view from the building. You could still hear the people down the street celebrating when he picked you up to sit you down on the work table, your legs parting so he could step between them.

„We should get out of these clothes,“ you mumbled against his lips, your fingers working on opening his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He sucked your bottom lip between his.

„We should,“ he agreed, before he pulled your shirt over your head, growling softly before his head lowered between your tits, pushing your bra down, sucking your nipple into his mouth.

„Shit….“ You moaned, your hands pushing into his hair, your eyes dropping close.

There was a tiny part of you, that knew it would be a better idea to get back home and out of these clothes, but you wanted Joel so badly, right now.

„Love these perfect tits,“ he hummed, playfully biting into the soft skin above your left breast.

„Joel please… Just….“ You pulled his head up so he was looking at you, your eyes wide and needy.

„You want me to fuck you? Right here? Again?“ He asked and you nodded, memories of all the times he had you right here while the people were working inside, filling your mind, a shudder running down your spine.

„Sure is gonna be fun to get you out of these drenched jeans,“ he joked and you chuckled before you jumped from the table.

It was a little struggle, the wet denim clinging to your legs like a second skin, but after a little bit of Joel’s help, you had them down to your ankles and Joel kissed you softly.

„Turn around,“ he hummed and you did, your hands on the edge of the table while you heard Joel’s belt unbuckle, followed from an annoyed huff that let you turn your head over your shoulder to find him too struggling to get his jeans off, making you smile to yourself until you saw him free his cock, his pants just so pushed down to get it out.

He looked at you with a bashful smile, before he took a step closer, his big hands moving over your ass.

„Gotta make this quick so I can get you home and out of those clothes,“ he said, before he wrapped one hand around his cock and lined himself up.

„This okay?“ He asked. He always did, every single time, needing to hear you consent after you told him about how you had been treated in the past.

„Yes,“ you nodded and he winked at you before slowly sinking into you, inch after inch of his cock filling you, stretching you, until he was nestled deep inside of you, his hips flush against your ass.

You turned your head back forward, letting it fall down, your eyes closing.

„Baby…“ he sighed, letting his head fall against your back. He kissed your spine before he began to move, finding a slow rhythm that had you positively losing your mind.

The rain was still falling hard, dripping down Joel’s back as he fucked into you.

„Need it harder,“ you whined, finding your back pushed against his chest the next moment, one of his hands across your chest, holding one of your tits as his thrusts got deeper. Faster. Harder.

You brought your hands up, both holding Joel’s arm that was across your chest as he fucked into you.

His lips found your neck, licking up the rain that was still dripping down your body and you whimpered.

He took a couple of steps back, pulling you with him until you were back outside in the rain, the warm drops hitting your flushed skin. You leaned your head back against Joel’s shoulder, your eyes opening to find the sun coming out just when Joel’s other hand slipped down between your legs, his hands covering your pussy, his fingers parted to feel how his cock entered you before he moved it in slow circles, stimulating your clit.

It was too much.

The rain, his cock fucking you, his hands all over you, his mouth sucking softly at your neck, in the middle of the garden you were working in every single day.

You came with a soft cry of his name, clenching around his cock, struggling to keep yourself on your feet as he continued to fuck into you.

„Good girl,“ he hummed against your ear, his hand on your breast tightening, groping, and you gasped.

„Wish you could cum inside me,“ you hummed and he cursed.

„Wish I could….“ You stopped yourself, not wanting him to know your deepest secret. Not before you had an actual talk about it.

„Wish you could what?“ He asked, his thrusts getting slower. He turned your head so you were looking at him and you were sucking your bottom lip in.

„Wish I could have your baby,“ you whispered, whimpering when you felt him twitch inside of you immediately, his eyes darkening.

„You want that?“ He asked and you nodded.

„Fuck,“ he groaned, beginning to fuck you again, somehow ever harder than before, both of his hands now on your tits as he pumped into you.

„You wanna have my baby?“ He asked.

„Want me to fuck you so full of me, until it takes?“ He grunted and you moaned.

„God yes. Yes please Joel. Fuck a baby into me,“ you whimpered and he groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier and you could feel him pulse inside of you before he pulled out, coming against your thigh, his head falling against your shoulder.

You were both panting, trying to fill your lungs with air while the rain around you seemed to finally slow down.

Suddenly nervous about what you said you were trying to form an excuse about it, when Joel spoke up.

„You really meant that?“ He asked, his voice soft.

Gulping you turned around in his arms, avoiding his eyes until he tilted your head up to him, so you had to look at him.

„I don’t… I guess I do? I… At first I thought it was just the fantasy about it, but the longer I thought about it….“ You mumbled.

„How long have you been thinking about it, sweetheart?“ He asked softly.

„Since I moved in?“ You said and he huffed before he shook his head with a soft smile on his lips.

„How about we get home and out of these wet clothes and talk about it?“ He asked.

Slowly you nodded and he kissed you, before he helped you get dressed, which was almost more complicated than getting out of the wet clothes before.

The rain had almost completely stopped as you made your way towards your shared house, Joel holding your hand, stealing glances at you as you looked towards the ground.

He would be lying if he said he hasn’t been thinking about it.

And yeah, maybe it was reckless, he wasn’t the youngest anymore. This world was not the best place to bring new life into.

And maybe it wouldn’t even work, having a baby.

But as he looked at you, with your shy smile on your lips, he knew he would give you everything you wanted to make you happy.

Both of you not knowing that that one time almost two months ago when you were out for patrol together and he had fucked you against a tree, the second he had pulled out to late was enough to already have you pregnant.

But you would found that out a month later.

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tremendum · 10 months

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i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you

[not my gif. title from song Of All the Gin Joints in All the World] pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)

word count: 4.6k requested: Could you write something (literally anything really) like mean Joel x feisty Reader but based on the ancient Fall Out Boys song "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" pretty please? 🥺🥹 I was just listening and I thought the lyrics were perfect for your writing ❤️But as always no pressure and no problem at all if you don't like the idea or anything else. Lots of love! P.S. smut is very welcome btw hihihi summary: “Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job." warnings: established previous hookups, use of girl/babygirl, established age gap (unspecified but addressed openly), brief mention of oral m!receiving, brief mention of reader and joel’s canon-typical scars. choking, mean!Joel & brat tamer!Joel, brat!reader lol, dirty talk (its joel), degradation, use of the word slut, slight dumbification, spitting, rough sex, unprotected PiV, cum eating, nipple play, slapping (tits, ass). think that's it!

notes: okay finally another mean!Joel for the soul!!! this is super unedited also. tysm for the request, obv inspired by the song Of All The Gin Joints in All the World by FOB. :) this was fun and i hope yall love it! dont b afraid to request anything yall wanna read at all and as always pls comment or reblog :) love u xoxo

[other Joel fics: mr. miller series fever landmines ]

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Joel Miller isn't sure exactly when all this bullshit started.

one day, he was introduced to you fleetingly in the cafeteria while you and Maria had an intense conversation - he’s not sure if you spoke for more than ten seconds; but months later and Joel happens to know exactly what your sweaty skin tastes like on the sharpness of his tongue and could probably list his favorite pairs of underwear you own.

it's nothing, really.

you patrol together often, and Joel guesses that out of all the insufferable people he's had to deal with, you're definitely not the worst. perhaps your handiness with a trigger - not nearly as inept as his own but definitely a close second - helps; or maybe it's the way your mouth feels wrapped around his cock.

and he's not stupid; he knows exactly what Tommy was doing when he signed Joel with you for patrol - the same shit he'd been pulling since they were thirty years younger and Joel was fresh out of the relationship with Sarah's mom. but it's different now, because life is not the same - nothing is the same.

Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job.

you are one talkative motherfucker; usually, that'd drive Joel up a wall, but after repeated and incessant exposure to Ellie for such an extended period, his patience has surprisingly grown.

and unlike others, you never acted nervous or scared by him. irritated, maybe, but it's not like he cares much if you get irritated by his attitude; you're worse than he can be.

at first, he thought you were just fucking him because you just didn't know who he really was yet. but months into whatever this shit is, and you're still - for whatever fucking reason - hanging around him, even after everything. he likes it, though, that you fight fire with fire.

and maybe that's why Tommy stuck you two together, because in some ways it was inevitable - maybe it was a good thing, Joel thinks.

but this morning, as Joel's mind slams against his body, jolting him awake, his aching head makes him double-guess that.

it's weird how different it all is now - before you, Joel was tortured through nights plagued with sweats and memories. blood, pain, loss. he used to dream restlessly of life and all of its unforgiving horrors; but now, to his shock, he finds himself plagued with dreams of you.

he gasps awake - he's not sure he'll ever stop that.

but this time, you're next to him in the bed. his skin feels warm as the light filters through the blinds that stay constantly pulled down this time of year to retain the cool air and Joel lets out a shuttered sigh, his head aching.

it's only the second time you've stayed the night. he's never stayed at yours, god forbid - but a small part of him aches this morning when you slide out of his heavy, sleep-addled muscles. in the absence of your heat there is still bliss for a moment, until he's roused fully by your voice.

"these sheets are dirty." the sound carries into his ears, melodic and fiery. he cracks one eye open, hand raising to rub over his face - a deep, tired sigh.

"g'mornin' to you too." he snarks, sighing as he pulls himself on aching muscles to blink his eyes open; you stand over the bed, on the side that usually remains cold an empty while Joel thrashes in fits of restless sleep. there's not a single scrap of clothing on your body.

he feels himself stir at the sight of you, naked, neck painted in a splattering of beautiful marks that'd been pulled forth in moments of ecstasy the night before.

you send him a half smirk, shrugging as you tug on a shirt - his, fuck, his stomach swirls at the sight of you wrapped in him. something primal crawls in his chest as you smile at him, legs almost glowing in their bareness as they knock against the side of the mattress. your fingers brush the fabric to the left of his head.

"there's stains on the pillows." you shake your head, your face alluring in its tease. he feels himself roll his eyes as he grunts, "you're actin' like it ain't your makeup stainin' it?"

he stares at the marks on the pillowcase; black, from that shit you sometimes put on your eyes which just makes them all the more beautiful, wide, and alluring. the makeup that's surely expired after all this time but still is something you like to do to, as you'd mentioned once, 'reclaim your humanity.' whatever.

Joel would never admit it to you, but he hadn't even really tried to wash out those stains; something about them gives him a warmth in his chest every morning that he wakes up in this cold bed.

but when his eyes fall back to you in your silence, you smirk and it hits him: you're fucking teasing him.

he glares at you as your lips curl in a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. "if you keep complainin' about every damn thing, might as well just fuck you on the floor." he mutters, mostly to himself- but also to see the way your thighs shift, eyes widening slightly as color washes your cheeks. you're squirming at his words, just like that - oh, he's got you pinned.

you'd like that, you dirty little thing.

but you regain your composure quicker than lightning, ready to snap back; yet another tally to add on the list of things he admires about you.

"you're such a gentleman, Miller." you snide, fanning yourself sardonically with one hand as you roll your eyes, searching for your underwear.

he remembers the first time you'd said that to him -

"why so shy?" you'd purred. the memory of your voice curls around his ears as he huffs, watching you bend over and give him a complete view of your ass as you fetch your panties from the floor. "c'mon, Joel, you don't need to be such a gentleman. 's nothing you haven't seen before." you'd stripped yourself of your shirt, your pert nipples pebbling in the cold breeze as he'd sat, cleaning his rifle. "the hell's the matter with you?" he'd grumbled; but it didn't stop either of you. you'd been pressed between him and the splitting backseat of the broken down crashed car within seconds, anyways.

his eyes meet yours as you stand again.

he snarks, "well you’re givin' me a headache, an' I've only been up for two minutes." he glares at you, swinging to pull his boxers over his hips, standing up to find his shirt. he pointedly ignores the glare you send him at his grumpiness.

"you're the one acting dumb," you mutter, "acting like I'm the one who gives you headaches." you retort, a teasing glint in your eye; he knows that look. Joel knows you'd never get a headache from him - as much as he pisses you off, he knows you're too fiery, too lucky to get caught up in whatever miserable puddle he's drowning in.

because Joel's bad luck curls around his fists wherever he goes; the talons reaching out, crawling through every hallway and seeping through every door. you, on the other hand, are like a goddamn firecracker. Joel hates the idea, but you're... somehow gifted in that way.

he's convinced his bad luck couldn't touch you if it tried.

no matter the dumb shit you pull - forgetting a flashlight, not flipping off your safety that one moment when the clicker had stumbled out of the brush; all of that, and you escape unscathed, nothing but a giggle and a half-shrug from you before you move on to the next stupid thing.

if you weren't such a goddamn brat, it'd be charming.

his eyes snap to yours as your words fall from your lips; a burning in his chest at your tone. he watches your legs carry you into his bathroom, and he can't help it when his follow yours.

you haven't even flipped on the lights before he shuts the door behind him - you're already wearing that snarky fucking smile on your face, and he's straining already against his boxers.

he stares down at you, crowding you slowly into the wall. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he hisses, mouth close to yours. as you turn your chin up towards his face, he can tell that you try your hardest to control your smirk, playing into the tense energy that's emanating from his chest.

"I said you're acting dumb."

you repeat, tilting your head slightly as you drink in the darkness in his eyes. lord, you'd let that darkness swallow you in a fucking heartbeat.

speaking of; your own heartbeat thunders in your chest, anticipating. you know what's coming, you can nearly taste it on your tongue.

"oh, 's that right?" Joel asks, tilting his head to stare down at you. you swallow as you stare back into those deep irises, the small bit of golden light that shines through the small bathroom window illuminating in an ominously heavenly ray.

his hand settles on the crook of your shoulder and neck, sliding gently upwards as you nod your head defiantly, pushing as far as you can to see when he'll snap. his eyes glisten in temptation; daring you to act up more.

raising your brows, you try to play like it's obvious, "waking up and complaining about your headaches, old man?" you tut gently, shaking your head innocently. "I don't think it's my fault that you fucked me twice, immediately passed out and now your head hurts when you've woken up the next morning. you know better than to push yourself in your old age, Joel. that's stupid." you add coyly, knowing it'll push him over the edge - he loves it when you act like a brat, no matter how much he denies it.

his response is immediate and exactly what you'd hoped for.

he's on you in a split second - hand sliding from your shoulder to grip your throat, pushing you back onto the wall of the bathroom. the towel bar digs into your middle-back slightly and you gasp in arousal at the force of his body on yours. you can feel his cock, hard and straining in his boxers, as it presses into your lower stomach.

"y'wanna play like that, baby?" he growls, "why you fuckin' around with an old man like me, then?" he asks.

your face heats up, arousal flooding your core, your cunt slowly wetting itself at the purr of his voice - the meaner the words, the larger the flame.

"hm?" he gently pushes, raising his brows as his hand squeezes gently on your throat, nudging you against the wall further; your gasp is slightly rasped under the pressure, your whole body screaming with desire. this is what you love - mean, angry, hungry Joel Miller. "'s it because nobody fucks you like I do, is that it?"

his knee slides between yours, wedging himself high up, rubbing suddenly against your aching pussy, the material of your cotton already soaked with a damp spot that rubs against his thick thigh.

"Joel, fuck-" you groan, already willing to just do what you can to get him to touch you. his hand on your throat tightens at your word, thigh rutting up to slide against your needy clit, your hips bucking at the feeling. "-'s because nobody else is so easy." your fiery mouth betrays your body; the snarky comment snaps his eyes to yours, a dark breath leaving his lips.

"that's ironic," he snaps, "comin' from someone who begged me to fuck them for hours."

your face burns at the memory of the first time you and Joel'd hooked up; your desperate voice hoarse from pleading him to fuck you - out in the middle of the woods, a sleeping bag that, by the end, had rips on it from rocks and twigs and the force of his thrusts; the shyness gone from either of you as your touches made up for all the silence between you.

he hums lowly, watching you as you swallow at the memory, his thigh rutting up again and pulling a yelp of pleasure from your lips. "y'don't feel so high 'n mighty when I fuck you stupid, right baby?" he asks, voice dripping with condescendence as he nods gently, encouraging you to answer him. your core throbs at his words, your mouth going dry.

his hand leaves your throat; you swallow a gulp of air, staring with wide eyes as he grasps your jaw roughly. "answer me."

"n-no, I don't." you mutter, voice sounding small; the arousal that pulses through your veins begs your mouth to be smart, do what Joel says so he'll give in to what you want.

he smirks, hands roughly grabbing the thick of your hips and flipping you around to press you against the counter, your hips bending as he shoves himself just behind you. your eyes meet yourself and his own hawkish gaze in the mirror in front of you; your heated breath fogs up the mirror in the faint morning light.

his fingers thread through your hair, tugging you back again as he tilts your head back. his upside down face, smirking down at you, has your thighs clenching - "open." he orders, voice stern.

your tongue sticks out and he wastes no time spitting roughly onto your tongue, moving your head back to stare into the mirror; his eyes meet yours as his spit slides over your tongue and his furrowed brows twitch with a slight smirk. "look at you, doin' what I tell you. now swallow it and say thank you."

your core flutters at his words deliciously as you do as you're told; swallowing, you take a breath and mutter, "thank you," - though it's more breathless than you expected, Joel seems to approve. he hums, "there are those manners," he mutters into your ear, cock pressing against the swell of your ass. "almost seemed like you'd forgotten you had them."

"didn't forget." you mutter, face heating up as your pussy aches, fluttering around nothing and desiring for his fingers, his cock - anything.

one rough palm slides his shirt up your torso, exposing your bare tits to both of you through the mirror. with his face stooped down near your neck, a short inhale of your hair before his hand reaches it's destination - your throat.

"then why're you actin' up?" he rasps, teeth grazing your shoulder. he squeezes his hand again and your eyes roll back in pleasure, arousal soon slicking your thighs as you think you may die from all the teasing. "you don't wanna cum?"

your eyes widen, breath halting as you shake your head, "wh- no- no!" you hiss, "I do want to cum, please."

his other hand raises, slapping your breast harsh and quick; your gasp of shock tapers off into a whine of pleasure, your nipples hard in arousal as his palm comes to soothe over the sting.

"then why're you acting like this?" he asks again, shaking his head. another slap, this time to your other breast. his eyes follow the skin of your chest; the way you gasp, your whines at the slight stinging and the pleasure that follows. fingers pinch your nipples, teasing in circles before another sharp slap echoes through the room. "just a little brat, y'can't help yourself." he decides, biting on your neck lightly.

you can feel him rut against you hard, grinding his hips as he lets out a short groan. you let out a low moan, whining slightly when he smacks your tits again, skin glowing with the impact. his eyes meet yours in the mirror. "quit the whinin'," he grunts, rutting his hard cock against your ass, "you'll be stuffed full of me soon enough." he grunts, "then we'll see who's dumb."

your shaky moan sounds more like a groan, elbows falling to steady yourself as Joel releases your throat, tossing you forward to grab your hips instead. he pulls you back, grinding into you as his head tilts back in how own small groan of pleasure. "this ass." Joel grunts to himself as he palms the curve of your ass in both large hands, one falling to smack harsh onto the left.

you're dripping down the inside of your thighs as he ruts against you twice more; thick fingers soon slide to thumb at the slick wet of your panties. his fingers tease the wet material that's glued to your pussy with need, tracing over your lips lightly over the fabric. "pretty pussy, just for me." he mutters; you nod, looking up at him through the mirror, "all for you, Joel." you affirm, voice shaking with anticipation.

"you gonna be good when I fill you up, baby?" he lifts his brow, stern look as he palms himself. fuck, he's so sexy behind you like this, his thumb slowly dragging the material of your panties to the side and exposing your weeping cunt; you nod, "yes, I'll do anything-"

you're cut off by a sharp gasp as the stretch of his cock's head cuts off your brain. he eases in gently at first which you're more than grateful for - no matter how many times Joel fucks you, his size is always something you have to adjust to; especially after your rounds last night left you barely able to walk straight.

he lets out a breath, "there y'go, baby, take me." he says it surprisingly gently, easing in inch by inch as you breathe deeply, your soaked pussy easing his cock through your channels. his cock is heavy and aching as he slides into you, sheathing you fully within another few seconds - Joel's hands grip so hard on your ass, splaying you open for him, that you think his fingers will remain there for days.

he's still only for a moment, letting you accommodate to his size before he's leaning forward to press his chest to your back, "gonna fuck you stupid, baby."

"please, Joel," you groan, cunt fluttering, begging him to move. "do it."

it's all that he needs before he's setting a pace that has you whining under him, your breath choking as you brace yourself agains the counter of the sink.

it's bliss. his hips are sharp, the reach of his cock pressing against the spongy spot inside you, dragging against your pulsing walls. "fuck, so deep-" you hiss, eyes closing in pleasure as he presses himself against you, hips surely going to bruise against the thrusts that shove you into the countertop.

one hand sneaks over your front, grasping at your tits as his cock reaches up into you deeply. he lets out a grunt, "fuckin'- christ, you're s-so tight," he grunts, "even after fuckin' you all night."

you moan, the quick bout of his praise causing you to squeeze around him, trapping him in your aching desire. the both of you moan at the feeling and suddenly one hand presses on your spine until you're low to the counter. his hands grab your shoulders, fingers curling around the base of your throat as he changes his pace to hard and rough, the sound of your ass against his hips nearly hitting your ears over your cries of pleasure.

the noises of your arousal swallowing his cock echo around the room in a familiar, comforting chorus as you both let out shuttering moans; his strong arms pull you back until you're once again pressed against his broad chest. his breath fans over your neck and you whine slightly when his thrusts press you up onto your tip-toes. his lips find your ear, "how's that feel?" your hole flutters from the deepness in his voice - he groans at the feeling.

your response is a whine of ecstasy as you claw at his forearms, head tilting back until you can almost feel his erratic heartbeat. his chest rumbles with a light chuckle, "look, barely took ya any time to get fucked out on my cock," he praises, hand petting your wild hair, "knew you'd be good for me. always take what I give you, right?"

you nod, desperate to reach the climax that's easily built within you from the stretch of him deep in you and his voice in your ear. your clit aches from being ignored and your hand snakes down to rub light circles on it; your hips jolt as you gasp raggedly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

"no." he growls, hand grabbing your jaw sternly as he pounds into you, "when I'm fuckin' you, you keep your eyes on me." he snaps, squeezing your cheeks. "'s that clear?"

you nod in the mirror, whines getting louder as his name falls nearly incoherently from your lips- you see his lips ghost over your neck, the smirk that spreads over his pink lips as you finally get out a strangled, "Joelpleaseplease- s'close-"

he knows what you need; you and Joel are each other's best escape. he pistons into you hard, chasing your high as he feels it spasming close around him. "easy, huh?" he snarls, hips just as harsh as his words, eyes sharp on yours. "who's easy, baby - me, or the one beggin' like a slut to cum on my cock?"

for someone so quiet and closed off, Joel Miller has never shied away from using his goddamn words when he's fucking you, that's for sure. his words, his accent - they push you towards the edge and it almost distracts you from his question. his eyebrows raise in the silence as you gasp for words, moans choked as his fingers slide down from your jaw to squeeze your throat.

"look at'cha, can't even speak for me," he groans, his hand suddenly snaking down to smack your away from your clit; two larger, calloused fingers replace your shaky ones and you wail at the stimulation, almost too much.

you blink up at him through the mirror, unable to speak, unable to think as you feel the crest of something incredibly blissful growing; you let out a whine of ecstasy. "I'm- I'm easy," you concede, finally able to spit your words out, your voice higher than normal in your pleasure.

Joel nods, kissing your sweaty hairline, "'s goddamn right you are, babygirl," he hisses, "easy for me. this pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?"

you scream, "yours, Joel-" before he barely finishes the sentence.

with your words, he smiles against your neck - the feeling of it sends goosebumps over your whole torso. "you're a lucky girl," he growls in your ear, teeth brushing the shell before licking it gently, "you can cum."

you barely realize you've hit your orgasm until you’re writhing - a white-hot, searing arousal streaking your vision as your eyes roll back. he fucks you steadily through your orgasm, your thighs closing slightly around his large palm, but his fingers don't stop their motions on your clit.

you shake and stutter for gasps as he pounds into you, chasing his own high that's been spurred - by your own words or the clenching of your orgasm around him, you're unsure.

"love how you feel-" he groans, voice weakening as he nears his own orgasm, hips sloppy as he pushes your face down, against the cool tile of the bathroom sink. "fuck, baby, made to take this cock."

his sentences are choppy, his gasps and grunts of pleasure mixing with the slap of your ass against him as he thrusts, your legs tired as he fills you full and then suddenly pulls out. you gasp at the suddenness of his absence, turning to look at him as if betrayed - but he looks completely gone, eyes dark with need. "gonna cum on your tits, sweetheart."

your stomach flips at the word - one he's never used before - and you relax into his harsh grip, moving down to the ground on your knees as he grunts, "take this shit off now."

his shirt is on the ground in half a second, your breasts bare to him as he fists his cock, eyes on you and lidded with pleasure. your hands fall onto his strong thighs, looking up at him in awe as he fists his cock, slick with your sticky spend, tip flushed and veins stretching over the shaft. "please, cum on me, want it so bad, Joel," you whine - his hand caresses your jaw and slips over your lips, sticking his thumb into your mouth. you suck eagerly and he moans your name deep, head tilting back in ecstasy.

"fuck," he grunts, slipping his thumb out of your mouth before you can even swirl your tongue around it, and then he's hitting his orgasm.

ropes of his cum land on your tits, a small bit gathering on your chin as he slows his hand, letting out a few sharp breaths. he's barely caught his breath before your fingers are gathering a swipe of his thick cum, bringing it to your mouth. his dark eyes follow you through his labored breaths as you slowly suck his spend off of your fingers, "fuckin'- pretty," he mumbles into his hand as he runs a palm over his face, shaking his head.

you smile, cheeks heating up. the sun is rising and the room is fully golden, bouncing off the mirror and illuminating his tan skin, the scars on his body and yours. he's pretty, you realize.

you tell him so, quietly - in the silence of the bathroom. his scowl softens and you swear you see a blush forming as he rolls his eyes down at you from where you perch on the linoleum.

Joel always says you only tell him sweet things to get him to fuck you - but in the afterglow of your actions, you catch sight of your makeup-stained pillowcase back in Joel's bedroom and it makes you grin. you know he doesn't wash it for a reason, the same reason you keep coming back to him.

and you also know that the way he smooths his thumb over your hairline, the way your own hands in turn soothe over his thighs - those actions, they make up for everything else that's unspoken.

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violet-fluff · 5 months

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💙 Levi x !Pregnant Reader

Late Arrival

Thanks @roseofdarknessblog for the suggestion! I want to make a Dadvi series now. Hope you all enjoy!

You look out the window and gloomily stare around at the empty training field.

The Survey Corp had set out on an emergency mission to patch up a wall within Wall Maria. Levi was forced to go as well, leaving you, his pregnant wife, behind for a week.

You weren’t left completely alone though. Hanji ordered Moblit to stay behind as well to watch over you. Your baby isn’t due for another two weeks, so Moblit was here to help you get around as your giant belly made it difficult.

Heavens help him if you were to go into labor because this man wouldn’t know what to do.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” Moblit asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“They’re half a week late.” You remind him anxiously as you sit on your bed.

He gives you a sympathetic smile. “And I doubt they will be any later. Especially with Levi wanting to be here with you. I bet they’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”

You laugh softly as you took notice of how your nervous friend was trying to tip-toe around your pregnancy hormones. “Thanks, Moblit. You’ve been nothing but helpful for me. I guess I’ll go to bed now. I’m really tired.”

He nods and walks back out to Levi’s office. He’s been sleeping on Levi’s couch so he can be close by if you need anything. Levi’s orders.

Throughout the night, you could only toss and turn as it seems your baby wants to roll around and kick you every minute. Groaning in annoyance, you sit up and rub your stomach.

“Can you calm down for me please?” You beg.

Your baby replies with another hard kick, so you shake your head in defeat as you stand up to grab a book to read. Except when you stand up, a sharp cramp ripples in your stomach and a heavy flow of liquid falls from under your dress.

You stand in shock as you pray that it’s not what you think it is, until another sharp cramp makes you sit back down onto the bed and hold your stomach in pain.

“Moblit!!” You scream for your friend and you cry in pain.

A few moments go by and the door swings open. “What’s wrong?!” Moblit asks while trying to rub sleep from his eyes.

“I’m-I’m in labor!”

“Oh shit!” He runs up to you. “What do we do?!”

You hold your stomach and cry. “I don’t know! But I think they’re coming out!”

“Ok ok! Um… let’s lay you down!?” Moblit helps you swing your legs back onto the bed and props you up with another pillow.

You instinctively bend your legs up as you feel the baby push down.

“Wait wait! I’m not ready for you to push!” Moblit says in desperation.

“I am!!” You scream and lean forward as you push.

Moblit gives his own little yell of panic and goes to the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry but I have to look!” He tells you as he lifts up your sleep dress. He nearly faints as he sees the head of the baby start to crown out.

“Is the baby coming out?!” You ask breathlessly.

“Y-yes! Just keep pushing! And remember to breathe please!” He orders.

You nod and keep pushing.

After what seems like another thirty minutes of pushing and nervous encouragement from Moblit, you feel all the pain and pressure release from you.

A piercing cry fills the room and you lay back on the pillows to try and control your breathing. You feel a light weight on your chest and you look down to see a reddish dirty baby moving their arms and legs around while crying.

“You have a daughter.” Moblit announces while trying not to cry.

Suddenly reality hits as you look down and hug the baby closer to you…your baby. You cry as you gently rock her, trying to calm her down.

A snipping sound hits your ears and you look down to see Moblit cutting the umbilical cord.

“I’m not sure if I cut the right spot, I just know I have to cut it.” He says.

You smile at him. “Thank you for everything, Moblit.”

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A few more days pass and you are sitting in bed reading, looking over every once in a while to make sure your baby girl was sleeping ok.

Suddenly the bedroom door opens and you look up expecting to see Moblit, but instead see Levi.

You both look at each other with wide eyes and he hurries over to you, pulling you forward into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He whispers in your ear.

You pull away and look at his face, tears threaten to leave his eyes.

“It’s ok, Levi. I’m just glad you’re back.” You smile shyly at him and grab his face . “We have a daughter now. Go see her.”

Levi looks back at you with furrowed brows. “I’m…I’m scared.”

A small cooing came from the basinet and you giggle. “But I think she wants to meet you.”

You watch as Levi walks over to the basinet and peers inside. A tiny baby girl who mirrors his own looks stares back at him with wide, grey eyes as she chews on her hand.

“Crazy how the mother carries the child, but they always come out looking like father.” You joke, trying to lighten the tension.

Levi gives a small smile as he touches his daughter’s smooth hair. It’s so black that light itself may have trouble penetrating it.

He carefully picks up the baby girl and lifts her closer to his face. She coos and reaches out to grab his nose. You watch from the bed and quickly wipe the tears flowing from your eyes as you take in the sight of the love of your life holding your child.

“I’m so sorry, my baby. I should have been here.” He says while kissing her cheek.

“Levi, we still need to name her.”

Levi looks at his baby for a moment before turning to you . “Isabel.”

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saintgoths · 2 months

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DEALER!ELLIE X READER - THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART SIX TO THE CATWOMANSERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 2,499.

RATING - 18+.[Angst, wlw sex, use of vibrator and tribbing].

SUMMARY - the truth about you is finally exposed by an unexpected soul.

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previous chapter - chapter five.

It had been a long week, but everything had been worth it, your relationship with Ellie had improved considering what had happened previously, and the both you and Ellie were able to look over it and pursue the road of happiness, and currently, the both of you had been in an atmosphere of hot food, smiles and bliss under the roof of Ellie’s family home.

You had been specifically invited by Ellie, but you had comprehended that her adoptee father had actually been the one who wanted to see you. Their home had been homely, mostly made out of wood and had a Texan cowboy essence that they had evidently been proud of. They had all been kind, the second you had entered the house you had been greeted by kind hugs---chiefly by Sarah, Maria and Joel, Joel who couldn’t wait to expose how Ellie had always spoken about you whenever she had the chance, which had led her to have flustered cheeks and desperately mumble for him to stop.

“What about your family?” Tommy asked, and when you felt all eyes fall on you once more, you had awkwardly smiled. During the time you had spent with them, you had understood that Tommy was the blunt one, almost all of them had been straight-forward, but Tommy was usually the one that spoke first and thought later. “I heard you come from a well-off family.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “My family sponsors the university.”

Interested the rest of them began to mumble to each other. “What does your family do?”

“Politics,” you smiled. “My father is a politician.”

With a few shared glances, Sarah sat up on her seat. “What type of politician?”

“For human rights and for us to have a better eco-system,” you replied and impressed, they nodded at your answer. “My father owns branches all over the world, to help the world become a better place.”

“That’s a great thing,” Sarah said and with a brief smile you continued eating your food.

You had planned to be nice, so you had held yourself back from asking them to speak about something else. Though, it had appeared as if your uncomfortable expression hadn’t worked. “I’d love to meet your father one day.” Joel said and with an uncertain look on her face, Ellie glanced at her fingers.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Ellie awkwardly chuckled and briefly, you sent your girlfriend a side-glance who had immediately felt regretful for what she had said.

Confused, Maria furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

With a side smile, you had sat up before you had spoken. “He’s terminally ill,” you replied, prepared for the sad looks that would be sent your way when you spoke about your father’s condition, and you had been correct. There had been an awkward silence after you had retrieved apologies, and to save the moment you had sent the rest of them a smile. “But I know he would’ve wanted to meet you guys,” you said and after words of appreciation, the dinner continued.

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Sweaty skin and jerked breaths, both you and Ellie’s arms had possessively wrapped your arms around each other, hot tongues that had licked--- sensation almost feather-like but passionate, sweet moans gently vibrated in the room while the left thigh of Ellie’s had parted your thighs, you had felt yourself gently grind against Ellie’s limb while the subtle music that sang of love and solace had bounced off the walls, the music supported by a show that played in the background from Ellie’s television had hidden the lustful interaction the both of you partook in.

Focused, you had slipped your fingers against Ellie’s covered chest, and as you had briefly pushed away the unsure feeling you had in your mind you had attempted to unbutton her shirt, but knowledgeable of your manners, Ellie furrowed her eyebrows and softly pulled away from you. “Is something wrong?” The auburn-haired girl questioned and hesitant, you shook your head.

“No, everything is fine,” you said and unmoved by your response, Ellie pulled herself back from you once she realised you had tried to kiss her.

Stubborn, Ellie had grabbed your hands and brought them together. “I can tell when something is off, especially when it comes to you.”

Fairly flattered, you had slipped your paws away from Ellie’s grasps. “Did I say anything wrong?” Ellie softly inquired and as you moved your face away from her, your nose gently flared in response.

“No,” you whispered, your soft response interrupted by a short whimper, and revealed, you had covered your soaked eyes with your hands as you could feel Ellie move towards you again to pull you into an embrace, you quickly removed your hands away from your face ere you burrowed yourself between the crook of her neck. “I don’t think I should be here,” you gently cried. “I need to be with my father.”

Empathetic, Ellie pulled herself away from you, her warm grasps on your shoulders. “Before you came here, your father said it would be best for you to come here, because you worry about him all the time,” Ellie kindly reminded and blue, you gently wiped a tear with the side of your index finger.

“You’re right,” you whispered and with a side smile, Elle picked up her television remote.

“Do you want to chill here? And just watch TV?” Ellie suggested and with a short nod from you, Ellie pulled you closer to her pillows and softly helped you rest against her cot.

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“Fuck!” You had whined, hand wrapped around Ellie’s wrist as she had softly grabbed your throat with her hand, over-stimulated, you had felt warm drool slip from the side of your mouth as Ellie’s gently circled the vibrator against your nub, and lustful, your eyes gently closed as you began to chant your girlfriend’s name as you could feel your climax near.

“Ellie! Ellie!” You cried out as she held you down, stubborn to let you move further against your bed, her green eyes had been shadowed with lascivious lust as she could feel her own natural juices coat between her sex as the mere sight of you weak under her grasp had stimulated her.

Enthralled, Ellie moved her thumb against your lips, charmed by your eminent whines, the pad of her thumb gently found way into your mouth, bottom lips tucked behind her teeth, Ellie watched how you immediately sucked on her digit as wetness gently coated your eyes. “Like that?” Ellie whispered and moved; you had quickly nodded your heads as you could feel your stomach slightly cave in as your climax slowly climbed through your senses. Aware, that you had almost reached your peak, Ellie gently breathed through her mouth once she released her lower her lip. “Cum for me,” she muttered and once you had received her approval, you curled your toes as your fluids easily slipped out.

Your back arched as your nectar spread against your sheets while your figure gently shook, Ellie pulled the vibrator away from your clit as she rested her mouth against yours and climbed on top pf your body, you placed your hands against her hips before you softly flipped your positions, currently above her, you softly pressed your used bud against her damp area.

“I want more,” you whispered and faintly surprised, Ellie looked up at you with eyes of armour, her hands then slid to the lower of your body as she had then smoothly gripped your buttocks as she aided you to position yourself on a better position fore you gingerly commenced to rub your clit against hers.

“Ah---just like that,” Ellie moaned as she pressed the back of her head against your pillow. “Go---[Y/N], she whimpered as she humped her body against yours, easily taken in by her pleasure, the Williams girl began to go at a quicker pace to chase her high.

Eyes rolled back; you shakily released a breathy moan as you could feel a second round of an orgasm aid to take over your body. “Right there!” You whined and as you could feel Ellie’s body move stiff against yours, you realised she had neared her release, eyes screwed shut, Ellie’s eyes cut into loud whines as the hold on your body strengthened, and ardent, you had moved your lips closer to her neck, gently licked and sucked on her sensitive areas aware of how enamoured it had moved her.

“Shit!” Ellie groaned as she mechanically began to buck against your sex while her white ambrosia leaked through her cunt, your high following through after, you had then eventually pulled yourself off her physique and rested beside her, exhausted, the both of you had stared up into your dorm room ceiling. “That was amazing,” Ellie smiled ere she twisted her body towards you. “Where did you get all that energy from?” She smirked and attentive, you widely smiled.

“Being with you gives me that energy,” you replied and with her face scrunched, Ellie gently smacked your arm.

“You’re so corny,” she answered and with a brief shrug, you pretended that you were about to turn away from her, but before you could, Ellie brought you close to her as she had then pulled you into a short and sweet kiss.

Content, you gently sighed as you had remembered you had class in half an hour, with a pouty look, you pulled yourself to sit up. “I have class soon,” you tell Ellie who immediately followed your actions.

“I’ll take you there,” Ellie said and with a brief thank you, you moved to the garments that had been thrown around your dorm room. |My family say that they like you,” Ellie happily said and with a smirk you turned to look at her.

During your time together, Ellie had been able to understand that you, her girlfriend had been an arrogant charmer, but that conceited side of yourself had been something the auburn-haired girl had loved. “I can win anyone with my charisma,” you candidly replied and with a short snort, Ellie hastily smacked your ass.

“In two days, I have a performance,” Ellie informed. “It contributes to my grade---”

“I’m coming,” you quickly said with a wide grin, happy, Ellie brought herself to kiss your cheek.

“Good,” she whispered as she had then picked up her backpack and swung them onto her shoulders, she kindly collected yours. “Now hurry up.”

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Calmed, Ellie exited the bathroom stall she finished using and headed to wash her hands, she had currently been in class and had to excuse herself. Her class had started thirty minutes after yours, so she had comprehended that you had finished your lesson and likely been in the canteen writing your assignments for your fashion course.

It wasn’t like Ellie hated her class, but truthfully, she’d rather be with you.

With a soft cough that Ellie had ignored, another bathroom stall had been pushed open and the Williams girl had quickly identified the being to be Doris. Alerted, Ellie immediately furrowed her eyebrows and aimed to grab her ex-dorm roommate before she could clean herself.

“At least allow me to wash my hands!” Doris rudely argued and adamant, Ellie pushed Doris against the wall.

Eyes dark with anger, Ellie had remembered that you had pleaded for her to forget about the situation, but truthfully, Ellie would rather not. “I don’t give a fuck!” Ellie seethed. “Why did you do that? What were you getting out of it?”

“You don’t know the full story,” Doris replied and as she had pressed Doris further against the wall, there had been an expression that warned Doris that Ellie had been seriously enraged.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t punch you?” Ellie asked and as Doris struggled to get out of Ellie’s grasp, the girl briefly sighed.

“Let go of me,” Doris pleaded. “And if you do, I’ll explain why,” Doris suggested and with a small thought, Ellie scrunched her nose. “[Y/N] is not who you think she is.”

Bemused, Ellie twisted her face. “I know of [Y/N]’s past,” she said and with a scoff, Doris walked over to the sink and began to wash her hands.

Amused by Ellie’s naiveness, Doris curved her face to look at her. “You’re a fool for trusting her.” Doris said, and with her arms crossed, Ellie leaned against the wall as she had waited to hear what else her ex-roommate had to say. “She fucked Cat over; she fucked me over and she will fuck you over.”

Confused, Ellie uncomfortable unfolded her arms. “[Y/N] is not cheating on me.”

“Yet,” Doris corrected before she placed both of her hands against her hips. “Ellie, think,” Doris said as she lifted her index finger against the temple of her head and tapped it.

“Think about what?” Ellie dragged.

“I was one of the first people, your girlfriend got with, and she cheated on me with Cat, knowing Cat was in a relationship with you---”

“Bullshit,” Ellie gritted as she had then furrowed her eyebrows in disapproval. “That’s fucking bullshit.”

With another scoff, Doris took a step forward towards the Williams girl, arms dropped to her sides. “Think again, Ellie.” With her fists clenched, Ellie briefly looked away from Doris, as she could slowly feel herself fall into a state of panic. “Ask her about it,” Doris candidly suggested. “Ask her about it and see how quickly she will fall---the bitch got what she deserved---”

“The leaked nudes was all a plan?” Ellie gasped as she returned her vision towards the other girl.

“I got in trouble, and even fucking sued,” Doris replied. “But it was all worth it. Cat was supposed to tell you everything, which is why she swapped classes with me.”

In disbelief, Ellie’s eyes fell to her feet. “Well, I tried to avoid Cat.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have,” Doris truthfully answered. “Now, you had to find out that your pretty girlfriend is just a whore who will throw you to the side in no time, better to do it to her before she does it to you,” Doris advised and Ellie slowly shook her head in disapproval, Doris hastily clenched her jaw. “Cat tried to tell you what kind of person she is.”

“Well, Doris, Cat still cheated on me,” Ellie replied.

“She is sorry for what she had done, Cat has changed, but [Y/N] on the other hand…” Doris shrugged aware of the insecure look that had been on the William girl’s face, she decided to continue speaking. “It’ll be stupid to think that she did. To think she has changed.”

Gut-wrenched, Ellie briefly clenched her fists, a wave of miserable emotions had travelled to her heart in mind as she had then thought of the countless possibilities of [Y/N] romantically interacting with other people without her knowledge. “I want to leave,” Ellie muttered ere she pushed herself off the walls and exited the toilets.

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thiccc110q · 6 months

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Strange…. (Reiner Braun x Reader)

Reiner angst story

Summary: Reiner falls in love with reader, when he wasn’t supposed to. He felt like a sin, but it felt good. Once thing turned bad, the reader is left heartbroken. 4 years later…

Reiner felt bad for doing this, he knew the consequences of falling in love with the enemy from the other side. Annie and Berthdolt warned him about it. But as usual, he didn’t listen to them.

He didn’t want keep hearing the truth.

With that, Reiner fell in love with you, the moment he laid eyes on you.

He then got to know more about you.

Your mother and little sister died during the fall of wall Maria. You were devastated when you witness their death, and especially when you couldn’t do anything. With that, it only left you and your father. Which, thankfully he survived.

Your father was terrified when you told him you wanted to join the scouts. But he understood your reasonings. Him dropping you off the campsite, watching his little girl growing up to be a strong woman.

Once you told Reiner your story about that day and the reason why you joined, he tensed up. He was mostly silent.

He was thinking how sorry he was, but yet…. There was no other choice for him.

As the years goes by, the more you guys got closer.

Him consulting you with griefs of the fallen soldiers. Also hiding the fact how much he wanted to confess what he was really there for…

What hurt you the most the night when he confessed his love to you.

That night was night to remember.

It was the night after Annie came out as her female titan form.

He secretly gave you a note, telling you to meet him in the back of the barracks.

You saw him sitting on the grass, looking up on the stars.

He turned around when he heard your footsteps approaching. He got up and opened his arms to you.

You smiled softly and walked towards him.

He hugged you softly and carefully since he was tall and big.

He noticed that you were shaking. So he pulled apart and saw you were crying.

“Hey hey, whats going?” He lifted your chin up, he saw tears flowing down from your eyes as you had a look of sadness.

it took you a good while to look up. You took a deep breath and started explaining, “I’m just so tired of seeing so many… people… die….because of this war. I feel like we can’t do anything for it to stop. And… I don’t want to lose anyone…..especially you..Reiner” You spoke softly.

He tensed once again, hearing your confession about this whole expedition and the war. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you…. He hated himself for that. But instead, he did say,

“I know what you’re going through… dont worry… and dont worry about me Y/n. You know this, and ill keep saying this. I’ll protect you from anything. You are my everything, and ever since I laid eyes on you, I just know something inside of me told me to care, protect, and love you. I just want you to know that no matter what happens, please know that I love you…” His eyebrows furrowed while speaking. His tone was deep, calming, and reassuring to hear.

Your tears kept coming in when you heard his confession. It felt a relief knowing there was someone supporting you.

The both of you leaned towards at each other, your nose touching his. “Is this ok?” He ask for reassurances.

You nodded. Both of you closed your eyes and leaned in. You felt his soft lips on on your lips.

As said, it was a night to remember.

When Reiner and bertholdt, you saw the ‘true’ Reiner. You felt betrayed by him, then you asked yourself, was this all an act. Was your love towards even real? Did you even love me…

As the months went by, you went into depression. You questioned so many things that you wanted answers for.

4 years later,

After the whole invasion of both Marley and Eldia. Then the rumbling, you had to face and work with Reiner in order to stop Eren. You couldn’t even look at him, not even the slightest.

Armin eventually told Reiner how after the whole him betraying thing had took a toll on you. You became more protective of yourself. He also found out that your father died from an illness that he was fighting for pretty long time. He felt sorry for you, so sorry. He wanted to go up to you and say so many things, like in the past.

When it was the night where Hange cook stew for the group. Yelena spilled mostly everything what she knew of everyone.

“And here we have the stone cold Y/n, you came from a beautiful family. Sad how they’re not here anymore. It’s like your hiding how truly weak and wrecked you are to fall in love with a enemy-“ Yelena cocky attitude gets caught off from Reiner.

“Shut up Yelena. Nobody here wants you to talk.” He defended you, or at least tried.

You finally looked at him surprised,. He took noticed but you quickly looked down at your stew. He sighed in defeat.

“Ah, then we have Reiner Braun. I don’t know why you would want to fall in love with someone who you knew you killed their family…” She goes on by spilling the Marco incident.

That night was a disaster.

But Reiner still wanted to talk you…

When you guys were about to leave the air craft, he grabbed your shoulder. You turned to see who it was, but quickly glared at him.

He sighs in defeat, “Can I please talk to you?”. He desperately ask.

You tensed up by hearing those word but quickly relaxed them and the nodded your head.

You turned around to hear what he needed to say.

“Y/n…. I’m so so sorry…for the pain I caused you…I want you to know that it was never an act. It was all real… my love was real… I still care about you…. I still want to be the one to hold you and to protect. And please take your time…. And I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me ever again. I just… wanted to let you know… I love you…”

He was crying while he poured out his feeling. You finally saw him, what he truly was. You lifted your hands to wipe his tears.

He looked at you in a surprise.

“We’ll see after this whole thing Reiner….. I stilled had hope for this to come back…” You finally said as your lips quivered and eyes tearing up. You opened your arms to welcome him a hug.

He accepted and hugged you. With hat hug, it felt a huge relief for the both of you. You left him kiss the top of your head. You guys held on to each other until it was time to depart.

Once the while rumbling ended. Reiner ran to see you struggling to walk since you go back from turning into a titan. You a huge weight onto to you, and then relaxed. You started crying hard, saying “I tough I wasn’t gonna make it” or “I was worried about you”. He turned you around and kissed you so deeply and hard. You kissed back.

That kiss meant everything for the both of you…

After the rumbling, Reiner and you found a small place for the both you. Two years later, he finally proposed. Having Mikasa as your maid of honor, since she has been there for you. Even after Eren death. And Reiner made Jean the man of honor. And then Levi walked you down the aisle with his cane. It was beautiful. Then 3 years later, finally had a kid of your own.

With that, both of you and Reiner couldn’t be happier than ever.

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jeridandridge · 8 months

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A Shoulder to Cry On

When Melissa’s Nanna gets sick you’re the only one she lets in. CW: Mention of death

It’s lunchtime on a Wednesday when she gets the call. You run after her down the hallway following Melissa into her classroom. She’s shaking and nearly drops her keys when you reach over gently taking her hand.

“Melissa, let me drive.” You tell her taking the keys and reaching for her purse. The redhead looks at you with flushed cheeks and a wobbling lip before she lunges forward holding onto you like a life raft.

Resting your head against hers she shakes in your arms letting out a sob, clawing at the back of your shirt like she can’t get close enough to you. “Cmon, Mel. Let’s go see her.”

Maria Schemmenti is one tough lady. At 93 years old she was still cooking Sunday dinners, making sauce from scratch outside and pasta noodles in her kitchen. Now, Melissa has to see her grandmother small and frail in a cold hospital bed connected to all kinds of wires. Of course you learn this after Melissa comes back to the waiting room, melting against you again. Not even her leather jacket she wore as armor could give her the boost she needed today. Instead, she hides her face in your neck.

“It’s bad.”

You close your eyes for a moment, standing in the crowded waiting room with the sound of the fluorescent lights flickering and the smell of hand sanitizer you squeeze Melissa gently. A hug that lets her know you’re not going anywhere.

In the early morning hours when you convince Melissa to go home and get some sleep she sobers up as she unlocks her front door. “Thanks for coming with me, hon.” She gives you a sad smile.

You eye her hand on the door then look back at her tired eyes. “Do you want me to stay?” You weren’t sure what you two were, but you had to be something to her if she let you see her so vulnerable and allowed you in her house.

Melissa reaches out for your hand leading you through the dark house up to her bedroom. You’d never seen her room before, and it was completely Melissa. From the framed eagles jersey on one of the walls to the stack of books on her nightstand. You can’t help but smile.

Moving in the dark Melissa strips down to just a tshirt and her underwear, climbing into bed. You stand there for a moment unsure if you should do the same.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” She quirks a brow watching you kick off your shoes hesitantly. You strip down to your tank top and underwear crawling under the cool sheets, immediately warmed up by Melissa curling around you.

This is the first night you fall asleep in Melissa’s bed.

Two days later you’re in the teachers lounge waiting for the students to arrive, only this time Melissa isn’t there in her usual spot. Standing by the coffee pot you call her and the phone rings. And rings. Then voicemail.

“Barb, have you heard from Melissa?”

“No, dear I haven’t. She probably just needed the day to herself.” She assures you patting your shoulder before she walks out.

You sigh trying to keep your mind off of the woman. To no avail your mind drifts from your lesson plans to the woman even during the middle of class. You were happy to have the older kids, it was easy to put on music and have them work out of their books for the afternoon. Sat on your desk your phone vibrates immediately sending a wave of anxiety through you. Unlocking the phone you read the text from Melissa with a shaky breath. Her nanna was gone.

The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough. When it does you jog to Barbara’s classroom trying to catch her before she goes.

“Oh, y/n, I was just going to call you.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you walk in. “Did she tell you?”

“Yes, she told me.” She sighs with a nod. “I can’t expect her to be doing well.”

Mulling Barbara’s words over you realize that Barbara is probably the only person that could get through to her.

“I think you should go check on her. She’ll listen to you.”

Barbara gives you a soft smile reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “Who did she let take her to the hospital, babygirl? She didn’t ask me.”

That’s when it hits you. Barb is absolutely right. Whatever you had with Melissa, you would have to make the first move. Right now, you know you need to go take care of her.

“I’ll send you a text later, let you know what’s going on.” You offer playing with the ring of your keys.

“Good luck, honey.”

A little while later you get to Melissa’s with a pizza and a hoodie of yours that she loved to borrow. Parking in the driveway you get out and use the spare key that’s hidden behind the mailbox because “rock keys are too obvious, y/n”

Unlocking the front door all the lights are off and the curtains are closed. Setting everything down on the counter you head upstairs. “Mel, it’s just me. I’m coming up.”

In the hall you go to her bedroom, hand on the doorknob you find it locked. “Mel?” you call out, anxiety hitting you. “Mel, I’m not against kicking the door down.”

You hear a watery laugh from the other side of the door as it opens. There Melissa stands, in flannel bottoms and an old Abbott tshirt. “Thank god, I didn’t wanna scuff my new shoes.” You joke holding your arms open for her.

She steps forward curling herself into you letting out a sigh. “I fell asleep going through pictures.”

You hum twirling the end of her hair with your fingers. “You needed to sleep. I brought your favorite pizza and I’m yours all weekend. Whatever you need.”

Melissa lets out a bubble of laughter holding onto you enjoying the warmth and comfort you offer. She didn’t have the nerve to tell you how she felt, but she figured her actions were enough for now.

“All mine huh?” She hums against you before she lifts her head meeting your eyes. You give her a soft smile noticing the freckles across her nose, how they’re more noticeable when her cheeks are flushed. Lifting your hand you gently wipe the dried tear stains from her cheeks lingering against her skin.

“Let’s get you some food and put in a cheesy movie.”

Melissa keeps her arm around you as you go downstairs, feeling a bit of life again with you around.

“Thanks for taking care of me, hon.” She lets out in a hoarse voice.

Smiling you wrap your arm around her shoulder with a squeeze.

“I’ll always take care of you, Mel.”

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lucysarah-c · 3 months

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Do you think Levi would be with someone who was canonically "innocent" or "weak"?

Would he have a relationship with an ordinary civilian?

Considering how much shitty hard shit he's been through, it seems like he wouldn't be with a partner who has a good life, who hasn't been through hard shit and who is pure.

Would he get cold and distant from a partner who is weak, insecure, unable to get up from a fall?

I felt the need to ask this question because I read a Hc about Levi being uncomfortable with weakness and that he can't be with someone who is weak and innocent

Especially in the manga, he said something about hating the weak.

Or if he saw the weaknesses of the average partner, would he accept his flaws or would he grow cold and distant from him?

Ahh I don't know, maybe his behavior towards his partner depends on the dynamics of their relationship. For example if he has been friends with S/o since childhood. Even if S/o was a weak person, maybe he wouldn't distance himself from her. But I don't know if he would like her romantically.

If you are the last person I will ask this question to, I can ask it on another blog. I didn't know which blog to ask.

Hi, sweetie! How are you? Mmh… Excuse me if I am wrong in assuming this after reading your ask, but since you mentioned that this is something that had been on your mind lately after you read a hc and you felt the need to ask me… I do not know who or what made you feel like you're weak, first of all, and even if you felt that way, therefore you're not worthy of Levi's love.

I have a particular… you may call it a "personal" issue with the word "weak". What do you consider weak? What is weakness in a person to even begin? "That person is weak" compared to what? Or to whom? Under which circumstances? Is what people consider "weakness" truly a weakness? Because everything may look dark if you don't consider the source of light.

I'll give my reasons later, but to make a long story short, no, I don't think Levi has any personal issue with weakness.

To start the argument, you, or maybe what they have made you believe, is "weakness" as you mentioned "innocence, ordinary civilian, good life, pure," all related to "weakness." Which leads me to ask you, what do you see as weak in all those characteristics? Because I see none. Let me explain. You see, people consider "ordinary civilians" weak, but if ordinary civilians didn't rise from their beds every single morning and do what they do for society, soldiers like Levi wouldn't have what to eat, what to wear, streets to walk, beds to sleep, or houses to hide from the cruel winter. To set a clear example, after Europe was DEVASTATED by the war, who rebuilt it? Who grabbed the helmets from the dead soldiers that were their men, their sons, their husbands, and made strainers to cook meals for the kids? Who picked up each and every single piece of debris so the cities could be rebuilt? Who worked the lands that once were trenches for kids to have what to eat? I see no weakness there. Weakness is in a human when they need to hold a weapon to feel powerful.

About the words "innocence, good life, pure"… why would Levi consider a person that didn't have his tough life someone not worthy of his love? There's nothing wrong and there's no fault in not suffering; romanticizing a harsh and poor life is something very dangerous. To set a clear example that Levi wishes that those he loves have a peaceful life, is him watching that mother with her child before the expedition to retake Wall Maria. He himself thought of his mother and the peaceful normal life he wished she had, he wished he could have given her.

Levi himself is an extremely sensitive, open-hearted, and altruistic person. He craves a normal life; his dream was to have a tea shop and live an "innocent, peaceful, pure" life. This reminds me of the movie "Sociedad de la Nieve," when Roberto Canessa is told "you have the best legs of the team, you have to walk for the rest of us," to do what others can't. THIS, for me, is the reason Levi joined the scouts. Because he KNOWS he can do something that others can't, and he will carry that weight because he knows he can carry it. Levi isn't in the military because he thinks he's "strong" or the power of being "strong," because he wishes to protect those who can't do the job he can, because he wants to be the person who helps others as he wasn't helped as an innocent, pure, weak little kid.

Levi values life, and he would never look down on someone because their life is perhaps more peaceful than his. On the contrary, I think he fights so everyone can have the peaceful life he couldn't have. Maybe, the "character" that others may consider "too innocent, pure, weak" is the character that has the tranquility and safety in their daily life that allows Levi to find refuge in their peacefulness to recover his energy to keep going. Maybe he enjoys spending time with them, admiring the little moments of life, to understand for what he is fighting.

Maybe this partner is going through a hard moment they can't see through, and perhaps that struggle isn't as big as what Levi's has been through. But only a very selfish person would measure someone's pain with their own; feelings have no proportions, we just feel them. Diminishing them won't do any good. It's easy to judge a cat for not being as strong as a dog, while nobody is calling a dog weak because they can't climb a tree. Life is too beautiful and complex to see it through a single lens. No, I do not believe Levi would do such a thing.

Hope this helps… if you ever feel like you need someone to vent, feel free. Stay safe.

Lots of love!

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lovelybrooke · 10 months

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Hello 🌈

It's been a while since I've seen requests for TLOU here so may I ask a request where because the reader is so protected by Joel and Ellie, they never had to kill before, until now. This situation takes place months after the three arrived in Jackson, Ellie asks Joel to take reader along with them to pick up supplies. At some point the reader is forced to shoot a clicker to save themselves.

Could you write how Joel and Ellie and of course reader would react to this? and later Tommy/Maria talked to them about reader is growing up and will want to go hunting alone at some point, in which both (joelxellie) realize they're growing up fast and get scared, i don't know at this point hehehe^^^

I love your blog, and I loved your write more with anime now. Thanks❤

Growing up (Platonic Yandere The last of us x reader)

Happy to write for The Last of Us again. Hope you enjoy.

All around you, the smell of death permeated off of every surface of the old building you were searching. While most of the dead bodies were old, decaying into the walls and flooring, their stench still carried on.

You step over the cracks in the flooring, carefully maneuvering your body to not fall. Placing your foot down, you proceed down the hallway you, quiet as a mouse. You didn't dare make a noise in fear of alerting anything in the building, simply wanting to get anything useful and get out. You didn't want to be separated from Ellie for longer than needed.

You and Ellie entered the decrepit Hotel around thirty minutes ago, this was after hours of riding to get to the abandoned town the building was located in. Tommy and a few others located the town a few months ago but hadn't been able to investigate it. So, he sent you and Ellie to do raid it for resources while him and Joel went to gather other resources out of town.

Surprisingly, you were pretty excited to go out for once. You don't often get to leave the settlement, Joel being pretty strict about what you do and where you go. You often feel cooped up, like an animal stuck in a cage, so getting to leave was much needed.

But you have to admit, you weren't very excited for the actual work of it all. The sights were great, and it was nice to actually get to see the world, but having to swallow down your own vomit as you eye a body, its skin flacking and mushy to where you can see bits and pieces of bone. You knew you were safe; Ellie was right on the lower floor beneath you, but the knowledge didn't quell your racing heart.

You advert your gaze to enter into the room in front of you, gripping the gun Ellie gave you for an extra sense of protection. The room is pretty small, most of the furniture in it is decrepit and covered in moss. There's a couch in corner which appeared to have taken the most damage, a body slumped over the cushions, mushrooms covering its discolored skin. Your grip on your gun tightens as you enter deeper into the room. The body doesn't seem to make any movement as you creep closer, the fear in you slowly waning.

Slowly, you shift your gaze underneath the bed. Crouching down while ignoring the squelching of the wet carpet, you move to look underneath for anything useful. From what you could see with your bare eye, there was a bag. It looked like the only thing of use to you, so you slowly extend your hand towards the sack. You hold your breath as you lay yourself down further, your arms being too short to reach. You groan a little as your arm stretches further and further, grinning as you finally feel the leather on your fingertips. Gripping as much of the bag as you can, you drag it across the ground towards you.

In a flash, a cold, harsh hand grips your wrist. You tug your wrist back, standing up while pointing your gun towards the bed. The sound of clicking gets louder and louder as the cordyceps crawls its way out from under the bed. Its fungus covered face eyes you as you shake in fear, never lowering your gun even as fear consumes you.

You waste no time planting a bullet in the zombie's head, watching as it staggers before looking back at you, screaming in pain as you shoot it again and again until it eventually stops moving.

"(Y/N)! What happened?!" It was Ellie, out of breath and very much confused at the sight of you with a gun with a clicker underneath you. You swallow down the bile in your throat, shaking your head as you put the gun away.

"It was nothing. I think it was mostly dead anyway." You answer, referring to the clicker. "But I found this, it has some medicine and money in it." You show her the bag, dangling it in front of her.

Ellie doesn't speak, simply grabbing the bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she grabs you, pulling you out of the room. Silently, you leave the hotel, hopping on your horses to get back home.

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"I don't really see what the big deal is Joel, they're going to have to learn to fend for themselves eventually."

It's been about a week since the whole hotel situation, and while you weren't that effected, Joel and Ellie were. Ellie has never liked the idea of you needing to defend yourself in that way, having to resort to killing in order to keep yourself safe. Yeah, she taught you how to use a gun, but she never thought you'd have to use it.

Joel was in the same boat, disappointed in himself that he wasn't there to protect you. He should've been there for both you and Ellie. He couldn't stop thinking about what could've happened if you weren't so lucky and the clicker wasn't already incapacitated.

"I know Tommy, but I just...just wish I could've done something." Joel responds as he loads some wood into a cart. Tommy shakes his head, his hair falling out of place.

"You can't keep them from growing up, Joel."

Joel turns, eyeing his brothers accusing gaze, "what do you mean?"

"I mean you don't let them do anything." Tommy says like it was obvious, "There are going to be times where you aren't there to protect them. Instead of moping about it, you should be proud that they were able to keep themself safe."

Joel nods absentmindedly, no longer that concerned with his brothers words.

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"You sure you good kid?" You give Joel a strange look as you gaze up from your book.

"Is this about the Hotel? I thought I told you I was fine." You shake your head, clearly tired of the topic. Out of all the things you've seen, a small zombie underneath the bed was nothing in comparison.

Joel crosses his arms, becoming tense under your annoyed gaze, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry...that you had to go through that an all."

Your look softens, and you nod your head, "It's not that big of a deal Joel, don't worry." You smile, but that Joel's heart still sinks.

You're growing up, that's what Tommy said. And right now, that's more obvious than ever. Your stronger than ever, not just physically, but mentally. You don't let things effect you as much as when you were younger. While he's so, very proud, he wishes you were little again. He wishes you could rely on him again. Maybe that selfish of all the progress you've made in the last few months, but he can't help it.

Joel gives you an awkward smile, "I'll try not to." He lies, he'll always worry about you.

Your grin manages to calm him down, if only for a moment, before you stand up, "I think they're showing a movie, you wanna go with me?" You asked.

Joel often wishes you were young and naive again, but he'll take what he can get. As he nods, you move towards the front door, clearly excited. He lets out a small laugh, grabbing your coat, smiling as you let him put it on you.

Moments like this help Joel remember, no matter how old you get, no matter what you go through, you'll always be his kid, and he'll always protect you.

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A/n: Don't know how to feel about this, but hope you enjoy.

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natsaffection · 1 year

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I hate you! | part 3 | N. Romanof

Avenger!Natasha x Younger!Recruit!Reader

Summary: When you think everything is going in the right direction, but one moment undoes everything.

warnings: violence, smut (fingering, strap-on) and more violence

Word count: 8,3k

A/N: sorry for the delay..

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You can now say that you are a true Avenger. You had your own area of responsibility, you went on solo missions and the whole team trusted you. Well...Except for one, but you had gotten used to it now and you were avoiding her.

Only once in a while, you had to see each other in a room together. A meeting. One of the many you had ready and would have later. But for some reason, she wasn't there this time. Thank goodness. It was the beginning of the year and Steve was giving you updates from previous missions and ones that might come. Everything was going well until the topic came up that you were concerned about. Hydra. Over time, you understood that HYDRA was one of the Avengers' biggest problems. So you had come to terms with that, but not with this....

Steve stood in front and clicked through his pictures and shared information with you until one picture came that made all your blood stop. It showed Strucker lying dead in a cell with a message written on the wall in his blood. You drop your pen on the table, "As we know, he was-" You interrupt Steve, "When was this?" You were normally quiet about this sort of thing, so it came as a surprise that you asked a question. Steve looks at the picture and back at you, "Ultron had killed him as a message to us..You just joined us then."

Then how come you didn't know about it?! You were with them the whole time, so how could such a thing pass through your hands? Your questionable face was noticed by Tony, "Well..I don't know what it was exactly, but Maria had you out at that moment." You look at him and your face falls asleep, "What?" You think about it and some nodded their heads to confirm Tony's statement. Why had Maria pulled you out again? And why didn't she want you to miss the kill? And above all, why didn't anyone tell you about it until now?!

The meeting continued and you had endless questions. But one came to your mind only now.

What about Alexandra? Is she dead too? You try to stay quiet and calm, but you can't stand it anymore, "I'm sorry, but I have to go." And so you get up and leave the room to make your way to Shield. On the way, horror scenarios ran through your mind. What if she escaped? What if she had Strucker killed?

You arrived at the base, where you hope she are still being held. You walk down the hallway and arrive at a reception of sorts, where a agent was already looking at you, "Your request?"

You didn't care if you had permission or not, "I'm here to see Detainee 26." He looks at you with one eyebrow and types in his computer. After a few seconds he looks back up at you, "Your permission please." He knew you didn't have one. And you knew he thought he was better than you, so you lean in to him, "Listen to me. Now, if I'm not let through this in the next two minutes, not having permission is your last problem of many." You give him such a cold look that he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "I-I have to let you know, though, that I'm obligated to let the council know." You know who is on the new council and also know that Fury has a role in it. "Duly noted, and now let me through it...Please." Also, a word you have learned and think it might get easier. The man takes a shaky breath out and, pushes the button for the door. It opens and you smile at him and walk through.

You knew where to go, you had taken your research too seriously when Alexandra was arrested, you wanted to make sure it was safe not to escape.

On the way to her cell, you meet several people who stare at you as you walk past them. Some ignored you, the others throw sexual jokes at you. You roll your eyes and arrive in the second aisle. You look up at the description and take another deep breath. You walk through the door and also through the only one that was in the hallway. It opens and you walk through.

In the huge room, there was only one glass cell. It looked familiar to you, since you had been in it once. Only this time it was equipped with a bed, toilet and table. Your heart almost beat out of your chest when you saw Alexandra get up and come to the window.

"Look who's here." Her voice gave you goosebumps, but you hide it expertly. You take another step forward and look around for a moment before your eyes finally land on her. "You've grown..." She smiles at you and your body literally screams to go, "I can't say the same for you." She still looks one on one like she used to.

She smirks with your statement, "What brings you to finally visit me after almost three years, huh? Did you get bored or something?" You knew exactly what she meant. If you didn't have the training room, you would go crazy... "Did you know that Strucker is dead?"

It wasn't a question a cop or Fury would ask. It was one out of curiosity. They had always worked together, and you and the others had also wondered at the time if something was going on between the two of them. You looked at her very closely and were sure her eyes widened for just a second. "No. I didn't know that..But no surprise, he had many enemies," She continues to look at you, "Especially you. Did you kill him?" You let the question melt on your tongue. You wish..Not a day went by that you vowed to hunt down all those involved in the misadventure at the time,

"No. I know-" She saw her chance, "No? That must be pretty bruising on your ego, am I right? Tell me..how much is your head screaming at you right now to break this glass between us here, huh?" You continue to look at her, not wanting to break contact first, "Even if it is, it's not feasible, I tried it-" Alexandra started laughing and interrupted you, "When you turned against me? Against your own family? Tell me, what did this place offer you, huh? Freedom? Is that what you wanted?" She got closer with each sentence and your body started to sweat and get cold, "How does it feel to not have warm, liquid blood on your hands anymore? Are you imagining this in a warm shower? You really think you can fuck with your nature with that, seven?" You take a step backwards after the name and shake your head, "Y/n.."

Alexandra was just completely at the Glass window, "What?" You want to show her that you've changed. That all that she said wasn't true, "My name is Y/n, n-not seven..." Alexandra looked at you uninterested, "So they gave you a name?" She had to restrain herself from completely bursting out laughing, "Like you used to when you were kids?" That was a stab straight to the stomach group. How did she know that? You were rattled and starting to regret coming here. After all, you could have just asked if she was still here or not, "Did I hit a sore spot? What did you call each other? Let me think for a second..." She simulated the motion of thinking, "Ah, got it! Jazz and Jack? How are they, were they even more scared than you were to come here? Did they beg you not to come in here? Are they both standing outside?"

You were confused. What is she talking about? The two of them..they chose the way out. So what, "What do you mean?" Your fear was replaced with anxiety, but before you could get an answer, you heard the door open behind you and heard Fury's voice, "That's enough! Y/n get out of here now!!!" You don't turn to him but still look at Alexandra in front of you, "Come on. Do what he says..Y/n.." She grinned so wide you wanted to lose yourself. Did she just say your name? The name that-

Before you realize it, you notice Fury's hand on your arm and look down to see you had a fist ready to attack the cell. "She's not worth it, okay? Let's get out of here, come on." His tone was more composed than the one before.

You tug your hand out of his grip and walk out of the room on your own. You're about to open the second door again, when Maria got in the way, "How dare you come here Y/n?! We had discussed this-" Does she really want to give you a sermon about trust now?

You take a step back as well, "Discussed? Discussed?! I don't know what that word means to you, but-" You realize how much hate is building up and try to calm down. You take a few steps and as if it couldn't get any better, you see Natasha leaning against the door, why the hell is she here?!

"How did you get in here?" Came now also Fury, who had again the other tone on it. But you're the one who should be pissed here, "When were you going to tell me Strucker was dead, huh?! And it's been four months already!" The question was unexpected to everyone in the room. Maria and Fury wondered how you overheard, and Natasha wondered why it upset you so much. You were able to answer your question on your own, but you wanted to hear it from them. You look at Maria, "Was that just a ploy then to get me out of the room so, the others could see the news?!" Maria knew immediately what you meant, "Y/n, I-we wanted to protect you..It would have been too soon-"

"TOO SOON?! To tell me, ME, that he was dead? What did you expect my reaction to be? Should I have cried?!?"

Natasha didn't understand anything anymore. What was your connection with Strucker? You didn't have anything to do with Wanda, that was weeks apart. She doesn't even know how she got in here in the first place. She was at Fury's to report that your hearing from that time, will have no further consequences, when Maria frantically came into the room and showed them footage of you talking to this woman. She's never seen Fury's face fall so fast, and she wanted to know why again, so she came along. "Y/n, we need to know what you and Alexandra discussed, please..." Now it was Fury's turn. You look at him and wonder why he wanted to know, "Do you have more to hide?" You can't believe it. The two people you owe your life have secrets about you from you, "That's not the point, we-" You stop listening and continue walking out of the room. You don't owe anyone an explanation, so you leave the base completely and go home.

Is it your home? What if there are secrets here again?

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„Tell me, what did this place offer you, huh? Freedom?“

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You remembered her question. What if it was just an exchange? Hydra for Shield? Well you didn't kill anyone for them directly, collateral damage is part of the deal, and you only got permission from Fury. But other than that? Otherwise it was just information or assisting in arrests....

When you arrived at your new base, you now pass the common room to get into the bedrooms. All together (except Natasha) sat together and saw you, "Hey Y/n, do you feel like-" But you go straight to your room. Once you arrive, you lay down in bed and think. It doesn't always have to mean that if one person is different, it automatically has to be everyone...Again what you learned in the countless books. What if it's just Fury and Maria? But with this thought, it makes you shudder. Exactly the two most important people in your life are liars..You drift off to sleep with the thoughts.

The next few days went...strangely. You hold back on everything. For example, you've been avoiding Natasha even more than usual since she found out about Fury. Does she know now? Everything? That was your everyday life the last days. Questioning everything you can and God, it was exhausting. And it didn't get any better when the old, familiar tone sounded for a new mission. You got ready as you do every time and a short time later you were standing in the Quinjet. You were all on board for this action, and Steve gave you a quick explanation.

Since Natasha put the files of Hydra and Shield on the net, every day new things came to the public. And this could not only be seen as positive...Some Shield information got into the wrong hands, and you are there to prevent this. Like now. Clint, Steve and you flew to Soul to help some mafia groups steal the stuff. Steve gave each of you your task, and you were ready to go. It didn't take you long to get to the command center. You hadn't taken the time this time to just leave the opponents with bruises. You were in a hurry, after all..So now you were here. You put the stick into one of the computers as discussed to read out the data and delete it at the end, "Stick inserted, readout done..Now." It didn't take long for some to answer to give their postions through. You tap the table impatiently until you could hear someone. You try to interpret the sound, but suddenly it was gone again. Were you mistaken? Was it perhaps an animal? No, you are better than that-

Before you could think further, someone came from behind and threw you to the ground. You quickly catch yourself and see the person looking at the stick. You grab your ear, "Guys I'm on stand again-" The words stuck in your throat as you see who the attacker was. "t-two?" You stand up, ignoring the questions from your team, "got it, meet me at the rendezvous point in three minutes..." Number two seemed to recognize you as well and stopped in her actions as well, "What a reunion..." It came across cold, and you pay attention to her and right away the stick. She can’t have it... "What are you doing here? I thought you were-"

"Dead?" She interrupts you, "I thought you were better than that, seven...Did you really buy it from them?!" You're confused again, "Have you ever seen our...I don't know, dead bodies? Did you even look?!" The questions were easy to answer. Alexandra came to you one day and told you that four and two took their own lives. You could at least relate, "What happened to you guys? I mean...are you with Shield too?" But why didn't you know about it? She looked at you, "Shield? No, I'm just here to get the exact info about this organization.... That's why you're here too, isn't it?"

She's not with Shield? She was about to pull the stick when you stopped her. You threw her to the ground, and she pulled you with her. You both separated and stood up at the same time, "I don't want to fight you!" That was the truth. But number two continued to just look at you and ran towards the stick again. You run after her and throw yourself against her again, "Man, now don't be like that, we can share the money!!!" She was just like before. She always wanted to make it easy... "Money? I have to delete this data!" You were able to separate again, "Delete?!"

You were out of breath. She had the same training as you, after all. "Yeah..I..now work part time for SHIELD and this-"

"So it was true." You had to laugh. She let her guard down completely and looked at you..sadly? "I didn't want to believe it at the time, but," She looked down at the ground, and you could feel her tensing, "But what?" She shakes her head again, "They said you left us behind..." She looks at you again and her face is totally changed. Left behind? "Please..I don't know what you're talking about!" You want to come towards her, but she just pulled a knife out of her holster and attacked you.

Your eyes widen and you dodge. You block her attacks several times, but she hits your sometimes. You gain distance and shake the flowing blood away from your hands, "Wait! What do you mean left behind?!" She twists the knife in her hand, "They showed us footage of you infiltrating the lab. They took everything apart. Info, data, samples! They took all of that. And now don't tell me you didn't know about it! I've seen the info, A-Alexandra wasn't exactly unmotivated to write down everything she was going to do with us."

You keep taking steps back, "U-Us? I thought you guys were dead!" For some reason, this made you even angrier. "It's been three years, seven! Did you really think it would have ended?! There are already four, fucking four new babies born again!"

You stopped completely now. They kept going? But Fury had taken control of the lab! He assured you that nothing like this would ever happen again, "N-No..It can-"

Number two was beginning to understand. She saw it in your eyes as you tried to find the connections and loosened your stance,

"Dace the truth. They lied to you. Look at you. You should be on the floor from exhaustion by now, you've lost that much blood..." You look at yourself and only now realize your condition, "I don't know if you're telling the truth right now, seven..But..But they took advantage of you..Even I have to admit that you're the strongest of us so far. You are an asset to any man..." Your eyes filled with tears, "What about you? Are you still there, why are you telling me all this?"

She drops her guard and looks at you, "No..When the lab fell, I took a chance and ran. So far, until I couldn't anymore. From then on, this is what I do for a living."

She would go on to sell the data....

You see her put the knife away again. "Keep the flash drive. Look up Project Zero..That's what they called us..You should certainly find everything in there that pertains to this." You see her turn around, "Wait! What about you?" She looks back and smiles, "Don't worry about me..Get your stuff sorted out first.." And she disappears. You look at the stick, and now you had two options. Either do what was your job from the beginning and delete everything, or take the stick and find out the truth about everything.

Your head is a disaster. Fury and Shield are riding themselves further and further into the shit. If what Two said is true, then your suspicions are in effect. You hesitate a few seconds until adrenaline makes you grab the stick. You look around and let them know you're okay and head back to the meeting place. Everyone is already waiting and got up as soon as they saw you. You hold up a hand, "I'm fine, it's just scratches..." Steve comes up to you, "Do you have the flash drive?" You look at Him and your heart races, "No..It was destroyed in the fight..Sorry." His eyes widen, and he starts to think, "The remains-"

"Can't do anything with it now, I tried, but it didn't do anything." Clint looked at you, "I mean..the data is gone, so is the job done or not? At least we cleaned this place up a bit, we're not leaving here completely without a win..."

The two discussed it some more until they came to the conclusion that it didn't work, and that Clint was right. So you get on the jet and fly back. You look at the ground all the time to think. Then, when you arrive, you get out and make your way independently to your rooms. You take off your clothes to treat the "scratches" that might not have been as easy as you thought. Reaching into your pants pocket and feeling the stick, you toss it onto the pile of clothes behind you and were about to head to the bathroom when you hear a knock on your door. Annoyed, you roll your eyes and lean against the door, "Yeah?" You would have expected anything, but not this voice.... "Can you open the door for a minute?" Her tone..was a mixture of also annoyed, and..and worried? You look around frantically.

No way can you open the door like that (half naked at that)..Your eyes wandered all over the room, "Either you open the door by yourself, or I'll kick it in!" Natasha felt stupid, She was about to ask Clint about the status, when he came back from the Jat worried, and asked her to check on you. And now? Now she's being obliging for once, and you're standing her up? You try to avoid the situation, but Natasha didn't let up, "Y/n.." You stopped and look intimidated at the door. "F-fuck!" You whisper softly to yourself, pulling on a t-shirt and making the door open a crack, "What?!"

She looks at you, trying to see more of you, "For the record, Clint is worried about you and just wants to know how you are." You look at her as well. Then why is she here and not Clint himself!!! "Like I said, I'm fine, and why do you even care? Clint could have come himself!"

Because stubbornness can only be fought with stubbornness..

Natasha found this too much and is now powering through the door. You stumble and look at her, "Dude! Ever heard of privacy-" You notice that the flash drive is lying open in your room and have to keep Natasha from seeing it at all costs.

"Out." She stands more comfortably, "No." You take a deep breath, trying to keep your anger from earlier back inside, "I really don't have patience for this right now!"

"Don't worry, neither am I. We're done here right now if you tell me to my face that you're really fine. Then I'm out of here." She comes closer to you and you go pumping. You've read everything about her, really everything. She's a trained assassin and a spy. She would know if you so much as batted an eyelash..You take a few steps back, "Th-This is- Can- I'm not a kid, okay! I can take care of myself!" Natasha just grinned, "But that's how you're acting right now. shirt off."

You turned red, and unfortunately not with anger, who does she think she is? "W-What?!" A dresser stops you from going further back, and you stagger against it. "I hate to repeat myself L/n." She's definitely not kidding! And she moves closer and her look.... "N-No! Nata- OKAY!" You exhale as you realize she finally stopped and crossed her arms in front of her. Deep down, you're still hoping she's going to leave at any moment and be satisfied that she just wanted to expose you, but her focus was only on you. You now really feel like a kid who just got caught by her mother and admit defeat. A few seconds later, you just lift your shirt. You don't quite give in.

You look to the side and hope that she has had enough and leaves, but she drops her arms and comes even closer, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you in the medbay?!" Natasha also wondered deep inside why she is shitting herself right now..She just wanted to have the confirmation for Clint and leave again, but now she is standing millimeters in front of you holding your t-shirt. You slap her hand away again and bypass her, seeing it as a chance to slip the stick under your clothes, "You still can't care, I'll get it myself and now please!" You point to the door and are surprised when she actually walked out.

A few minutes passed, and you had meanwhile gotten the first aid kit from the bathroom and put it on your bed, as you were about to start, your door opens again and Natasha came in. Also with a few things. You look at her and, "Natasha, I'm about to lose my-"

"Shut up and sit down." She puts the box on your bed and walks over to the bathroom. You hear the faucet turn on and a little later she was back in your room. Just as she came into the room, you decided to sit down because you were a little afraid of her reaction. You now admit defeat, as there is nothing you can do about your situation now, so you take off your shirt and let Natasha do it.

"You're not exactly careful to hide your injuries, in case you're wondering now..There was a small puddle of blood in the jet, and it was right in your spot." Damn. You could have known that..But you had other problems there.

The whole situation was just strangely embarrassing. The silence eats you right up, you just sit there and wait until Natasha was done. She, on the other hand, had a entire other set of worries. Why don't you flinch? After all, she's jetting several milliliters of disinfectant into your wounds here. But after a few minutes, she notice goosebumps covering your body, "I'm sorry and it really does." You look at her confused until you realize her eyes are set on your arm, "Don't worry, I'm just cold, nothing more..." Natasha looked at your thermostat and looks back at you, "It's 22 degrees in here... "You've really had enough for today and definitely have no motivation left to explain yourself. So you keep looking out the window until Natasha brought you out of your thoughts again, "You know..It always helped me to talk about it." You look directly at her for the first time in that time and had to laugh a little, "Work risk..You should know that right now." But Natasha didn't laugh at that, "Not that. This one." She shows you your previous scars with her eyes. Your laughter disappeared and sigh, "Also work risk.." Natasha finished and puts things back, "With Shield? I didn't realize it was so young-"

"Not Shield..Even further ahead..." You stand up and pull your shirt back on, "Thanks..For helping.." Natasha stood up as well and picks up the box again and walks to the door. Before she leaves she force herself out, "My door is always open for stuff like that..to talk I mean and for other stuff too." And walks out completely. You just shake your head, knowing it was just excuses, and walk back over to get the flash drive out and plug it into your laptop.

You felt taken advantage of. Since you plugged in the flash drive, you had saved every piece of info to your phone and now completely disposed of the flash drive. You spent several days in your room sorting through everything in Rhine order. You have memos, assignments in your hands from three years ago. Number two was right. The order came from the very top.

Get you out of it as the only one.

And why? So that you no longer pose a threat to Shield. After all, you were on their radar and at the top of their list. Fury was right about one thing. They wanted to execute you from the start after you put a foot in Shield, but he was able to convince THE DAMN GOVERNMENT that you were better off as a soldier with them than under the ground.

The remains of the others? They did destroy the lab, yes. But you had seen a report that said only about 30% of the crew were either arrested or shot for resisting. Alexandra had several partners, not just Strucker. They could and especially did launch a third attempt. The worst? The four new ones are not shown any attention, because they destroyed the information about you at that time, that is, your progress, data. Thus, without the help of Alexandra or Strucker, it was impossible to create another specimen like you. It was even underlined many times that there was no danger, but they would still keep an eye on it if something changed.

You were alone with this. You couldn't tell anyone about it, and it ate you up to come out of your room every time and act like nothing was wrong. The team might not have anything to do with it, why would they, but Shield? Fury? Maria? They all know about it and can go to bed with the conscience that four more, if not more, are going through the same thing you once did.

As usual, you were lost in thoughts and again didn't notice where your head was taking you. Until you stood in front of Bruce's lab. You were about to go on, when something grabbed you. So you look around and finally go inside.

It was large and very plain. Also, of course white..what does that color always have to do with it? "Hey, Y/N, can I help you with something?" Bruce's voice startled you "No..Just curious." Bruce smiled and continued to play with a device in his hand. As he went back to his work, you continue to look around. You have to admit Bruce is pretty darn organizational and everything has a label, its own container and so on. Except...this one certain piece. It had a sort of orange glow to it and yes that only attracted curious people like you, "Hey Bruce what's this?" You touch it and when you see Bruce face, "O-Oh, don't!" a pulling stench came from the jar, and you drop it and with your luck you stand right in the cloud of the smell. You cough a few times and step aside, "What the hell is that!" Bruce slowly walked up to you, "Oh god..Uhm..How are you..feeling?"

How should you be feeling? You stink to no end now, "Other than the smell, fine. Why?" Bruce holds his hand over his mouth, and you see him thinking. "Bruce, what's going on? What is that thing I inhaled!" Are you going to die? Is that how you're going to die?! He kept coming at you, "I'm so sorry. I-"

"Now tell me what's going on, Bruce, or I'll..."

"You've been infected with sex pollen!" he interrupted you, looking deep into your eyes. However, you only understood the word sex and infected, "W-WHAT?! What does that mean, infected? With what, a-and how long is this going to last now?" You should have stayed in bed...

And you were now. Just with a bit of a shocked face. Bruce explained to you exactly what it means to be infected with it and your head stopped. You asked how you could get rid of it, and Bruce had to stifle a laugh. And now here you are...sweaty, hot and...horny. You had been trying for several minutes, but you couldn't get it off. Is it hormones, or why could you start crying at any time? You're so damn needy, you couldn't think straight,

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"My door is always open for that... to talk, I mean, for other things, too."

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Your eyes widened. Hell no. No, no, no..She's the last person you would ask for something like that! Bruce must have made a mistake, this will go away on its own..So you lay down on your side and try to sleep. But after many hours, from turning over, to throwing the pillow away, you couldn't. You look at your air conditioner and whimper as you see it set to max. Eventually you give up on it and get up to go to the kitchen. You need ice cubes, liters of water, and Natasha.

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Wait, what?

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When you get to the kitchen, you see how she also just made herself something to eat. You curse inside and go to the fridge anyway, "Hey..." Fuck, now your body is going into high gear again. "H-Hi..." What the fuck was that!!! Why do you sound so- "Are you okay?"

Just getting the water, just getting the water!

"You're really bad at lying, that needs to be mentioned." She calmly continues eating her food, "So what's the deal." Why does her voice have so much inpact on your body? You're thinking desperately, and you just couldn't take it anymore, "Bruce has some sex pollen in his fucking lab for fuck's sake and I inhaled that shit, okay?!" Don't be embarrassed. She's a woman, and you're a woman, so what could go wrong?

"I can help you with that if you want..." If you had drunk your water, it would be on the floor now, "What?" You misheard. Natasha set her bowl aside and leaned forward further, "Believe me when I tell you that it will only go away if a second person helps you with it. I speak from experience..." She tries to smile slightly, but knew how that must sound, "W-Who helped you?"

"It doesn't matter, so?"

You blink several times, "N-No..No! That- We can't do that! I'll do it-"

"I don't want to force you Y/n, but you're just getting started. You don't want to get to the end of the line, really." You keep looking at her. She really means it..No!

You grab your stuff and walk past her. Once in the room, you walked a bit, but the more you thought about it, the worse it got. Your tingling in your stomach is killing you and the heat even further down..Your fingers moved back down, started rubbing your clit. Your other hand reached for your breast, and you start stimulating your nipple as well. "F-Fuck..." You rub your knuckles more against your clit, circular motions sending you into spasms. Your legs start twitching, and you keep trying to concentrate until all the sensation disappeared. You start whimpering and trying to fight it, but it was no use. You were back to zero.

You had tried two more times, but instead of it getting better, it got so much worse that you couldn't take it anymore. So you get up and go over to the one who gave you the offer. You knock and a little later she opened up and grinned at you, "told you."

"Shut up and now help me, please..." She opens the door further and you go inside. You look around and then turn to her, "So..How do-"

Natasha was on you like a gazelle. She attacked your neck immediately, and you had to laugh. She can definitely save the foreplay, "Please fuck me now!" She continued a few more kisses on your neck until she looked at you, "Wow, where do you get words like that, huh, little girl? But before. I need you to answer one thing for me,“ The look she had and how she looked down at you gave your confirmation again that it wasn't a mistake to come here, fuck you could already feel it... "Is this your first time?" You were already expecting that, "No." She looks deeply at you to check for a lie, but when she found nothing, "Don't worry about your problem," She put a hand on your chest and pushes you backwards to her bed. As you lay on it, she climbs over you, "Besides..the best part are not finished in a hurry." She goes back to your neck and helps you take off your shirt. When that was finally on the floor, she wandered down,

Your shoulder, your chest, your belly, everything she touched with her mouth and the heat you already had got worse and worse, "P-Please, do something..." You had waited enough today..She kept looking at you until finally She squatted in front of where you needed Her the most. Between your legs.

She didn't hesitate long and directly started making circular movements with her tongue. The sensation made you spasm right away, and you comply with her movements, "You're doing great..." Fuck, who is doing the best here?! Sex with dirty talk? 10/10! That Natasha was strong, you already knew, but when she turned you completely around in one movement was new. Or your head was already so fucked that you could no longer think. Now that you were lying on your stomach, Natasha had a much better angle and didn't take long to fill you with her fingers.

You couldn't help but moan into the pillow beneath you. This must have triggered something in Natasha as she suddenly climbed onto the bed, reached under your belly and leaned into you, "Don't hide those beautiful noises from me... "A-Ah! F-fuck!" It was too much at once, and you try to hold on somewhere, but you found nothing but her arm. Natasha grunt as she felt your nails in her wrist and that propelled her forward. She went in deeper and managed to put her thumb on your clit as well.

The only thing that held you now was Natasha. That was also the only thing you could think about, "I feel it getting tighter..." The way she whispered that in your ear made you finish and let out everything you had. She helped you ride out the orgasm and then gently laid you down on the pillows. You were trying to catch your breath when you noticed Natasha getting up and leaving. You were already getting ready to leave, but a little later she came back with a strap in her hand, "Is that okay if I take you with this?" You look at her blurry, "Fuck..hell yes.."

She clicked her tongue and pulled out to put the strap on. When She was done, She came over you again. To your surprise, She took your face and turned it towards Her to give you a kiss. She probably took that as a distraction, since she was filling you with her cock at the same time. You moaned into her, and she swallowed most of your sounds, but when she hit a certain spot, you throw your head back. "Found it, hmm?" You were afraid she would stop, so you started nodding vigorously, "Yes, Yes! Right there, please!" Natasha leaned up and turned you around again, holding your hips to get a better grip. She then rammed into you like an animal and the bed started pounding against the wall,

"Th-This..Feels, Ahh!" All that could be heard in the room was your moans and the thud of your skin, and Natasha couldn't get enough. She turned you again and bent your whole body towards her, making you see stars, "So deep~“

"Yeah? Am I making you feel good, huh?" She grabbed one of your breasts and started massaging your nipples, making you twitch, "W-Wait, that's too-" you were cut off as Natasha gave you a certain thrust and ramming into you faster. She was about to finish and so were you, "I-I will!!!"

"Come on..Fuck, go ahead.." Natasha's thrusts became more uncontrolled, and she just rammed into you out of desperation until it clicked, and you moaned her name. This also brought Natasha into her orgasm and she collapsed all over you. She held herself up on her shoulders to look at you and shit, does she love that look you have on your face. "Wow, you really needed that..“Her tone was soft, and you close your eyes to keep that serene feeling, "You have..yeah..no idea..thanks..."

"Wait here." She rolled to the side to get up from the bed. You just thought to yourself 'I have nowhere to go right now anyway' but you let it stick. She was gone for a while until she came back with a fresh towel and a glass of water. She sat down at the edge and gave you the water. You thanked her and took it,

"So..." Natasha was the first to say anything again after a few minutes of silence, "Are you feeling better?" You knew she was asking it to get the mood back up. You couldn't hide the grin anymore, "Yeah..thanks again..I'll owe you."

"No you don't." Even Natasha noticed that this statement came way too fast. She continues to look at you and stands up again. You thought that was it and that it was the sign to go, but as you were about to get up as well, she came back with bedding, "Where are you going?" You were confused, "Um..I thought I was supposed to go?" Natasha rolled her eyes and put the bed stuff on her bed, "Ever heard of aftercare? And I hardly think you can walk two feet in this condition..." She's right...again.

You sigh inwardly and get ready as Natasha also gets into her bed. You see her reach to her side and pull out a remote control, "Any movie requests?" And only now you understood what she actually wanted, "Um..It doesn't matter as long as- no way.." You meanwhile watched at the TV where Natasha was searching for a suitable movie and see that the very one movie you had to buy the other day is now streaming for free on a channel, "What's wrong?" Natasha caught your disappointment, "That very movie, I just had to buy the other day because I couldn't watch it otherwise..And now it's streaming right here." Natasha looked at you and starts laughing, "You could have asked us..One of us probably already has the movie in the media library, Y/n.." You look at her the whole time and see that she is laughing. Thus, you lean against the back of the bed and cross your arms in front of you, "Sorry, I'm still new to the whole topic..." You actually meant to wrap it up ironically, but it came out more serious than intended,

"Y/n, I didn't mean that, I-" Great. Now the situation is back to zero, "No, I know what you mean..sorry, it's just-"

"It's okay. Just come here.." She pulls you close again and you both continue watching the movie in comfortable silence. You have to admit that this feeling did feel good..the feeling of security, and you didn't know it, but Natasha felt the same. However, she was still distracted by..certain marks of your body and couldn't relax. She had so many questions but forgot about them when she saw you fast asleep on her.

You didn't realize when you fell asleep, but what you did know is that it was definitely the most relaxing night of your life. However, you didn't expect that alarm to go off....

A mix of Natasha and Jarvis jolted you awake. "Hey you, I'm really sorry, but we have to go." It doesn't take you long to be standing in front of the jet, wide awake and equipped.

It seemed like something big, as really everyone was called to the mission. Steve gave you a short briefing, and then you were off right away.

When you arrived in Lagos, you all split up and got ready. You were with Steve, and Natasha was with Wanda. A few hours passed as your target was nowhere to be found. Steve briefly asked them both about the status and as you watch Natasha from the roof, you notice that she is more unfocused than usual. Is it because of last night? You also notice now that you haven't said a word about it until now...Was it a mistake? Was it-

"Go now!"

Huh? You were so deep in thought that you didn't realize that your team must have overheard the person. "His target is not the police!" You set off and Steve's hypothesis was confirmed as several person enter a lab and get ready for anything. These are definitely pros...

Sam, steve and you had taken out a few when Wanda and Natasha also joined in and did the rest. Sam scanned the building and Wanda helped steve upstairs. It didn't take long for steve to figure out what the plan was behind all this, and suddenly you found yourself in a chase with a person carrying a nerve agent. The pressure didn't exactly ease when the person was hiding among hundreds of people either..If he dropped that poison..

"The two left are mine!" You hear from Natasha in one ear and thus you run after the other person. Sam helped you pinpoint the exact location of the guy and when you finally stood in front of him, your blood welled up and not just with yours....

"S-Seven?! What-" A Hydra agent...From your past. You didn't have to look twice to see that it was Thomas who had been Alexandra's bodyguard. "You."

What was going on in Thomas' head at that very moment was disaster. That's exactly the kind of moment everyone who worked at the lab back then was afraid of.

‎

A freewheeling project.

‎

Your head is totally down, and you attack him without a thought for the mission.

He reached for his gun, but you kicked his hand away, grabbed his yourself and put a bullet in his foot. He cried out and remained crouching on the spot. You took this moment and kicked his face again with your knee, and he fell backwards. You attack him with several fist impacts and had no mercy.

"Did you really think it would have ended?!"

The matter of number two came into your head again. You need to find the others... "Where is your location?!" Your fist stopped short and Thomas tried to catch his breath, but he already had too much blood in his lungs and could only whimper, "WHERE IS IT?!!" You had no patience for this, "TELL ME!!!" You punch him again and don't get it, but eventually he stopped struggling and if Sam and Natasha hadn't pulled you away, you would have caused an even bigger bloodbath. "Y/N! HEY!"

Natasha snapped her fingers in front of your face to get your attention again. You blinked and only now realized that she was standing in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, "What's wrong with you?! What-"

She wanted to know what happened, what made it happen to upset you like that. However, you didn't get to it because suddenly a huge explosion filled your ears. You all looked up and saw that a building was completely on fire, and suddenly you could also hear Steve's voice asking for backup. But there was nothing n'more to do with you and Natasha took care of the rest. The flight back to the quarters was also in total silence. You looked around a bit and saw that Wanda was in almost the same condition as you. What happened to her? And how could everything have gone wrong?

You landed and as you stepped out, Natasha came running after you, "Y/n!"

"Not now Natasha..." You keep running as you see absolutely no reason to explain yourself, but then when Fury was in front of you as well, you knew you couldn't escape,

"Can someone explain to me why there are hundreds of people in the hospital and an agent lying half-dead in intensive care?“ "He's lucky to be there and not-"

"Dare you to say it L/n! We had a fucking deal!! What did you have in mind anyway!" Fury's voice could probably be heard throughout the quarters.

"What was I going to do?! I wanted my answers!!! I-"

"But that man can't unpack anything if he's dead!"

"I would have stopped before that!"

Fury had to hold himself together. Deep down, he knew why you did it..But he wasn't the only one with his eyes on you... "YOU broke the first rule, there will be consequences and-"

"What consequences?" Natasha felt like stepping in and Steve was grateful for that, or he would have, "Romanoff, stay out of it-"

"Oh, I can tell you what consequences," You see Fury looked at you with a serious look, but you had enough for today, "This..man who unfortunately still lies alive somewhere was a part of the project that created me, he wasn't just a part..He was one of the ones who dragged me back half dead in one of the cell!" Everyone listened to you, and you continue to walk towards Fury, "And this man here had pulled me out of it back then with the promise that nothing like that would ever happen again..But what did I find out? THAT THERE'S MORE OF ME AND YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT, FURY!"

Fury's eye widened. How do you know that? Who told you?

"Y/n, what do you mean?" Now Steve also got off the jet and came closer to you, but your gaze didn't turn from the man standing in front of you, "Breeding machines and raising them in containers to then..educate them to their liking, but you know what?" You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. Then you open the file folder and select the PDF that contains everything number two gave you, "read it yourself."

"Y/n, don‘t-" Fury tried to stop you, but Steve put himself between you to stop him from doing so. "It wouldn't be the first time you didn't tell us the truth."

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ackerifle · 4 months

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Thoughts on the type of reader that Yandere Levi would fall for?? Headcanon’s if possible!

yours sincerely!

yan. levi ackerman x fem. reader

+ CW. — headcanon’s: reverse power dynamics/power imbalance deadlock, abuse of power & authority, mass enablers; awfully casual in comparison to previous works; not proof-read.

if i were to be so blatantly honest, i’d always thought levi would truly only be prone to falling in love with the first person who taught him how to read.

an absolute requisite quality, and there are far too many (unnecessary) layers to this particular headcanon that i simply must go into because i’ve overthought this concept an unfathomable amount of times. for one, it locks into every trope i enjoy, so forgive me because this will be extremely self-indulgent; someone who is literate would have likely had a good upbringing, perhaps hailing from wall sheena or even the royal capital, or someone in a position of power. it’s plausible to think that those living in wall maria, the underground, and even certain regions in wall rose are illiterate due to the fact that reading and writing is, in itself, a display of wealth and power during this time. and naturally, those who would have understood any cohesive form of text would have (presumably) been raised or lived in the more affluent areas within the walls.

however, all of the ranked officials of the survey corps are required to know how to read, for rather obvious reasons. the commander, section commander, captains and vice captains, even the squad leaders; it’s near indisputable that they all must know. and considering that levi is promoted to a captain position later in his life, it is needless to say he does eventually acquire the skill that is: learning the written language. i find it highly improbable that he was ever taught to understand it prior to becoming a legal citizen of the three walls, both due to lack of need (as there were more important matters that took priority), and because who would have taught him? surrounded by a populace that is already struggling and competing for basic necessities, traditional educational values such as reading and writing would never come of use when the main objective has always been to live.

aside from his upbringing and origins, i think levi’s lack of literary knowledge would be an insecurity of his, at least initially. levi is praised time and time again for being strong, but writing can be such a sophisticated skill— a stark contrast to what he has known, and it does something to his pride. so for someone to take the time and effort, especially if it were someone of importance to the corps. one who is already quite busy and most certainly has better things to do than lend a hand to a complete stranger who has been nothing but insolent and unpleasant, one who gets absolutely nothing in return but still takes the time to teach him, to be understanding, to be unprejudiced and to not mock him for something he couldn’t help, something he cannot be faulted for not knowing; then i think levi would fall hard for them. the act alone demonstrates patience and a genuine kindness, with a touch of respect, and levi hasn’t gotten much of any of that in his life.

additionally, someone who is emotionally intelligent with good judgment. how come? because we always want what we cannot have. now, that isn’t to say levi isn’t emotionally intelligent, he is quite in touch with his own feelings and that of others, but it is the fact that he has difficulties— or rather, lack of means to express them that he has issues with. levi is greatly accustomed to being misinterpreted by others, his intentions and sentiments aren’t always clear because he grew up in an environment where they weren’t allowed to be; so to be met with acceptance, even if it may not be fully grasped, or perhaps indifference entirely, it would be something new, something different, but something levi would be okay with.

after the passing of furlan and isabel, the only two people who would ever come close to being family to him, there are only a handful of people levi maintains any sort of strong bond with (in fear of losing even more), and only very few will ever witness such rare moments of vulnerability from him. but if someone were to read him in such a way where he simply couldn’t deny his emotions and feelings, where he just couldn’t hide from them, then just maybe they could teach him how to love as well. and perhaps i (mis)characterize levi too much like a scared little boy in spite of the fact that he’s a whole grown ass man pushing forty, but really, that is how i perceive yandere levi. he has faced too many losses to count, and levi is not the type to fall victim to love’s clutches so easily, but when he does, he just won’t let go.

and as for good judgment? someone who is decisive, confident in their own insight, with enough forethought to have the best interest of others in mind, but is pragmatically self-aware. as much as i can appreciate and acknowledge the insane potential of levi having a darling who is on the innocent side, naïve and even possibly sheltered, i personally find it much more appealing to pair him with someone who has witnessed and withstood the horrors of the world first-hand; as that alone would strengthen the chemistry between you two, a shared experience that truly touches the heart. a darling who is not instilled with false hopes, nor blinded by a romanticized picture of life to the point of delusion, but one that can balance their rationality and compassion. you’re mentally sound, until you’re not. because while i’d imagine his darling to be, bluntly, a very sane person, one who is begrudgingly tolerant to his antics and peculiar mannerisms, that also doesn’t have the heart to push him away; i simultaneously believe that levi would engage in borderline childish banter with you. he wants to be the reason you feel things because you cause him to feel things.

levi may be regarded as a man of brute force, but that isn’t to say he won’t delve into the intricacies of the human mind. taking into account where he was brought up and the survival skills necessary to navigate life, manipulation may not be his preferred method but if it is the one that works, then so be it. and it’s more so cunning if anything, he works you well because he knows you well. and this has been a long time coming, but let me just outright state my fondness for: the utilization of reversed power dynamics specifically with levi’s darling. someone who should logistically have more power than levi. whether that be in the military, socially, politically, or even financially; but simply cannot win because levi is irreplaceable and literally that in demand for humanity’s success. it makes it all the more hurtful when the enablers to his behavior are your equally respected peers who have no intention of helping you. ultimately choosing to feign ignorance because a single person’s suffering is worth keeping levi.

would he be able to bother and pester you had you been of lower ranking to begin with? most definitely, but as nice as it is to have someone — like a cadet, per se — follow his every whim because they have to, because that’s how the hierarchy intends, it is so much more rewarding and gratifying to bring someone above you to their knees— literally and figuratively. conquering you— no, having you, is the greatest gift there is. and just like everything in levi’s life, it is an achievement well earned, something he has worked hard for, rather than handed to him on a silver platter. of course, you are an individual, he does not strictly see you as a possession to be won or prize to be had, but you are also his. so in a way, you are, recompense for the hardships and miseries (amongst other atrocities) that levi has had to endure for god knows how long. and as humble as he is, levi’s a little entitled to some sort of compensation, no?

#ackerifle #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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midnightmayhem13 · 10 months

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hii i was wondering if you could write something with carol x reader potentially inspired by i can see you, if not no worries! i love your writing btw 🤍

I can see you

i love you for requesting this anon😭🩶 it's deff my most played song now🩶❕

carol danvers x reader; sexual hint but js kinda hot

being earths mightiest hero's, they had to have some ground rules.

1.no going on solo missions without at least one person knowing

2.don't steal each others equipment

3.no dating

now only a few cases were excused on the last one. maria and nat were allowed because maria wasn't an avenger when they met.

but carol always tended to be a rule breaker anyways.

when carol was introduced to the avengers. she was told the 'rules' there was a bunch more but she didn't really care about them.

that last one made her laugh though. she didn't have any business falling in love here on earth. lord was she wrong.

carol was talking to fury when she laid eyes on you. her sentence soon turning into mush.

"ah danvers, this is y/n. y/n, carol danvers. she will be working with me and the avengers for the time being."

you two shook hands and greeted eachother. fury had to go attend a meeting so you two talked for a little. after learning the basics of her you had to go train.

"see you around danvers" you said with a wink waking away.

"see you around beautiful." she said staring at you as you walked away. you had completely taken her breath away.

both you and carol could tell that you were attracted to each other. but decided to keep it professional. fury couldn't know.

and this wasn't the easiest thing ever. being surrounded by some of the greatest spies and all. but who cares at this point.

you and carol started getting close. really close. you started talking more and spent nights in eachothers rooms.

without being seen of course.

at work and around the team you two could be seen as close friends. piers. office buddies..?

but there was some thing more going on behind closed doors. in the middle of the night giggles and pants could be heard from your room.

during training when carol was almost sure she could pin you, you surprised her. slamming her down and pinning her to the mat.

whispering "i quite like this view captain" bitting her ear lobe, while straddling her lap.

god she was addicted to you.

seconds after you got off and helped her up steve walked in.

you grabbed your bag. greeting him and saying goodbye to carol with a wink and a little grin.

"care for a spar danvers?" steve asked not noticing the gesture.

"i-i'll catch you later steve." she said walking past, eyes looking someone dreamily.

steve was tired enough to not question it. and carol could wait to have you against the wall.

later that day carol caught you walking into your room, looking around as if you were expecting her to follow you. you smiled when you saw her.

she pushed past the door, hand grabbing your hips and lips instantly going to yours.

"god you little minx" she whispered on your lips crashing into the wall

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at carols first gala, hosted by tony of course, she didn't know what to expect.

and god she wasnt sure how much longer she could keep you a secret but you looked breath taking.

the curve of your ass, the plump of your beautiful breast, your gorgeous eyes, soft and supple lips, the way your hair fell perfectly like dominoes. safe to say she was incredibly smitten.

your dress wasn't helping the urge to make out with you right then and there either.

meanwhile you were practically drooling at the sight of carol. her velvet, dark red suit. her biceps straining deliciously against the fabric. her smirks and winks couldn't go unnoticed either.

the whole time carol was sending you knowing glances. while you sent her kisses, making sure no one could see.

when you two found a corner in the room away from most people, you had some much needed pecks. quickly parting when your heard steps coming closer.

after deciding to head to the bar you two engaged in a conversation. it couldn't hurt to just talk, right? didn't hurt to be that close either. definitely didn't hurt that carols hand was on your exposed thigh.

but you were interrupted when some business people wanted to talk to carol. it got a little more personal than either of you wanted it to.

"and you miss y/n have you got a special someone?" the old lady asked.

you smirked at carol before answering, " no, i don't actually"

it was simple but the women seemed satisfied with it.

"but i must get going, i have a few things to get to." you added as you said your goodbyes winking at carol.

"see you later captain"

you meant it to be flirty. the other women assumed it was a form of respect. what she didn't hear was the hushed "meet me tonight"

as you walked to the hallway that would eventually lead to your room you looked back at carol. winking one final time that night, disappearing into the dimly shaded walkway.

"i have to get going too" carol muttered interrupting whatever the lady was saying, pushing past her following your steps.

much to her surprise she found you leaning against the wall next to your door, waiting for her.

she looked back before grabbing your waist and kissing you passionately. putting one of your legs on her hip.

"they're gonna find out" you whispered on her lips. grabbing ahold of the back of her hair and neck.

"just don't make a sound" carol answered picking you up and wrapping your legs around her.

throwing you in the bed she threw her jacket on the floor as she moved fast but kept quiet.

a/n this was so hot and i hoped i did this amazing ass request justice🩶

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x fem!reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers #gays for tay #i can see you #best anon ever omg

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violentvaleska · 5 months

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

ғɪᴠᴇ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs (ʏᴇs ᴀ ғɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ, ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ) ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ <3

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ᴀ/ɴ: sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs (ʏᴇs ᴀ ғɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ, ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ) ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ <3

Year 849

The last two years have been hard, much harder than what you endured with Captain Levi. Shadis trained you well, exhausted you to the point where you lay sick in the barracks for a good month. But you made it, you perfected your ODM skills, you are not too bad with the blandes and you are building up muscles. You have made friends with some of the older cadets and get on well with Eren's group. Most of the time, though, you were on your own, writing reports to Commander Erwin whenever you could. He never really answered, and for the first two months you thought he had not received them, fearing he might send the Captain after you, but he never came. Your dreams are nothing but strange. Sometimes they show clear events from your past, and you can now at least remember what your parents looked like. You even remember the names of your siblings; Maria (like the wall) and Tommen. It makes you happy to put a name to their faces, though you still feel hopeless about yours. Nothing but black spots surround your brain when you try to think. In the other dreams you have, you see absurd scenes that always seem to take place in your future.

You dreamt of a decapitated blonde man, saw several of your new comrades dead or even imagined Eren turning into a titan, how absurd. Even though you still believe they are nothing more than your imagination, you kept your promise to the Commander of the Survey Corps and used your free time to write down those damn dreams. With your thoughts, you clung to a rather old, but remarkable one. Ilse Langnar, a Scout soldier, was able to communicate with a Titan that later ate her. It felt so real, as if you'd been there with her. You were even able to understand the Titan who, to your surprise, spoke of "Lady Ymir". Whether he was referring to your comrade you don't know, but it's certainly not a coincidence. Nor are your visions. You had them with Eren and Captain Levi at random times, but the trigger was always a touch. That's why you started to avoid touching others, or at least to avoid the combat training with Eren. It's confusing and unpleasant, and by now you can tell that he also has these vivid visions.

You stretch your arms out and lean your upper body against the wooden wall of the canteen. The wind rustles through your freshly cut hair and you look off into the distance, catching sight of a man riding directly in your direction. The stallion is quite fast, and you can see more cadets leaving the canteen as he gets closer. Jean stops next to you, wondering who it could be. With a shrug, you try to make out the figure. Black hair, pale complexion and a green cloak. You have a certain suspicion, but you pray you are wrong. It has been a good day so far, his presence would only ruin it. Gulping as you finally recognise the man, you let out a sound of annoyance, catching your comrades off guard.

"Do you know this guy?" Reiner asks, looking from you to the rather small man with obvious interest.

"I do." You answer matter-of-factly, noticeably tense, as the Captain's gaze falls on you while he jumps from his horse and marches straight towards you.

"Oi, stupid brat. You're coming with me." His demeanour is even more rude than you remember, and the dark circles under his eyes make him look even more terrifying. The cadets whisper, their eyes fixed on the strongest of men. "That's him." You listen to Eren chattering to Armin. "Captain Levi." The blonde boy speaks softly and gives you a suspicious look. He must have noticed the high-ranking soldier's grey eyes on you. It's strange for a cadet to be familiar with the higher ranks. Levi comes closer and holds out his hand to you.

"Are you deaf or something?" His hand wraps around your arm as you pull away, trying to gain a distance from him.

"Shit, stop struggling." The Captain demands, clearly stressed over something unknown to you. You hear the cadets talking in deafening whispers, none of them daring to interrupt your manhandling.

"You can't order me around, I'm not your subordinate!" You complain loudly and stretch out your leg to kick him in the side, but he blocks it easily.

"That's fucking hilarious, Faye." His voice stern and his eyes bored, he grabs your other arm and pins you against the wooden wall behind you.

"Now calm down. I have a few questions." But you don't calm down, you just keep wiggling in his firm grip.

"I've sent Commander Smith all my reports, what's there to talk about with you stupid..." Before you can hurl one of your height-related insults at his head, a loud voice makes everyone but Captain Levi stiffen.

"Levi. Is there a reason for your unannounced visit?" Shadi's words are sharp as he approaches the two of you. He clearly doesn't like the hard man and demands an answer.

"Erwin send me. It's a personal matter." His eyes never leave yours, and while it scares you how much control he's able to exert over you, you can't help but feel captivated by his beautiful orbs.

"Look Captain, I don't know what Erwin has planned with Engel, and frankly I don't care, but I would appreciate it if you would stop mistreating my cadets." With that, Levi lets go of you, causing you to stumble back a little out of breath.

"I need to borrow her, it won't take long." Is all the dark haired man says as he takes your wrist in his surprisingly large hand and leads you away from the group.

"Have you told anyone about the dreams? The memory loss, or how you just spawned out there?" Clearly suspicious that you have broken your promise to the Corps, Levi questions you as he walks away from the wooden building to get some distance. What he's about to discuss with you is a private matter ans should not be overheard by those damn kids.

"No. I haven't even told Shadis, apparently Commander Smith made him think I was some natural talent he found on the street or something." The Captain scoffs and shakes his head in mild amusement, remembering how Erwin had a soft spot for hopeless strays like himself.

"Good." Is all he says and stops abruptly. There's silence and for a moment the two of you just stare at each other. Levi's eyes roam over your form and he makes a mental note of how well you keep yourself together.

"17 years ago, a scout spotted a man just outside the Shiganshina district. He only remembered his name, nothing else. Grisha Yeager." He begins, crossing his arms as he looks at you.

"Three years later he got married and had a son. Eren." You swallow, your eyes wide as your heartbeat increases.

"What?" is the only thing you manage to blur out.

"It was never discovered how he ended up outside the walls. Though it's highly suspicious that the first thing you remember is the name of his only son." He points out, glaring at you. It is a strange coincidence, nothing more.

"So that's it? You are just going to throw your conspiracy theories at me again and make me feel bad about something I have no memory of?" You spit and narrow your eyes, avoiding eye contact to create a new sense of security, as looking at him only seems to break you.

"No, that was just the beginning." He slowly but noticeably draws closer, his hand fidgeting dangerously.

"A few months ago you had a vivid dream about Scout Ilse Langnar, does that ring a bell?" Raising an eyebrow, you give him a quick nod, remembering the damn dream well enough.

"Tell me, what happened in your dream?" The question seems a little off, as if he's testing you. But why? You think for a moment, closing your eyes as you try to come up with an answer.

"Ilse was separated and her ODM equipment was damaged. She ran, looking for safety in titan territory. But it was no use, one of them caught up with her." The Captain raises an eyebrow, clearly anticipating your last words, and after a pause you continue.

"It was an abnormal one. Instead of eating her, it talked. It said something about a lady called Ymir, Ilse was able to write it all down, but unfortunately the titan killed her in the end." This detailed confession leaves Levi stunned and for a while he just stares at you, his eyes wide and his body frozen. Did you say something wrong?

"Did something happen?" You ask uncertainly, uncomfortable with the way he stares at you, as if he's seen a ghost. Levi finds it hard to answer and instead grips both your shoulders tightly.

"A few days after your report reached us, we lost Ilse Langner during an expedition. No one knew what had happened to her. We thought it was strange, how could you have foreseen her possible death, right?" The grip gets harder and he bares his teeth dangerously, frightening you.

"And then yesterday we found her bloody notebook." You swallow, your eyes widening at the realisation.

"What?" You ask, seemingly out of breath, your body tensing slightly. "This can't be happening." You think, whimpering at the thought of having had a prophetic dream. What if your other vivid dreams are also coming true?

"How is that even possible?" Levi rolls his eyes at your words, his hands moving over your shoulder to grasp your collar.

"You tell me." Clear threat in his voice, you try to get some distance between you, but to no avail.

"Captain." You fold your hands, hoping to shake some sense into him. Your relationship has been rocky from the start, and while you have done your best to be polite and pleasant, he still treats you like a threat.

"Cadet." Levi may appear emotionless on the outside, but you can tell he is nothing like that on the inside. People think he's cold, doesn't care, or is just a sadist. While the latter may be true, frankly you don't know, the stoic Captain is certainly no emotionless wreck. Mike told you that Levi was the first of the higher-ups to appear in the chambers when he heard your screams on that eventful night exactly two years ago. The Captain even took you to the nurse and stayed with you the whole of the night. A careless man would not do that for his subordinate.

"You know, that scares me too." You whisper on the verge of tears, leaning into his rough touch that isn't meant to comfort you.

"How many of my dreams could come true? Why does this happen?" Sharing your thoughts with him aloud makes it even more emotional and you let the tears fall, a hiccup leaving your lips.

"I don't even know who I am." The harsh reality of your words hits Levi harder than he thought and he lets go of you immediately, as if he had burned himself. Looking at you, he notices that you look healthier, stronger, but still sleep-deprived and tear stained eyes make you look almost harmless.

"Erwin is going through all your reports, looking for clues as to what might happen next." He explains, and you notice that he has calmed down. It is a good sign, even a sure one.

"The moment he found out about the notebook and Ilse, he lost it. We didn't understand why, but then he showed us your report from months ago..." Levi stops and brushes his hair out of his face.

"Fuck. I don't even believe in that stupid prophetic shit, but this is no coincidence." You nod silently, agreeing with the Captain. It sounds so unreal, the whole ordeal, that you are responsible for the death of a soldier, it makes you feel sick.

"Captain..." You trail off nervously. Your big eyes stare down, avoiding to look at him.

"I've seen so many of our comrades die in my dreams. I can't even imagine..." His interrupting you isn't entirely new to you, after all he never respected you enough to let you finish.

"Then don't." Short and cold, his usual exterior. It's his way of showing you how it's done.

"Don't think too much about it for now, it will only lead you further down this path." Darkness covers his expression and you can see that similar nightmares haunt him. You can't even imagine how many friends and comrades he must have lost over the years.

"The reports mention that you dream about me often. What are they about?" Captain Levi demands to know, making you blush. These dreams are strangely intimate and you wouldn't even dare mention them out loud to anyone.

"Oh. Um... is it important?" While you're clearly embarrassed and feel that he's overstepping your bounds a little, the Captain doesn't seem to notice.

"It is to me. If you can predict death, I'd like to know mine." He shrugs, causing you to roll your eyes.

"I've never seen you die in my dreams." You huff, unimpressed by his attitude.

"Oh, so what do I do in your dreams, hm?" It surprises you to see him in such a playful mood, as if challenging you to say something for his own amusement.

"Ah, let me think?" You say, pretending to be deep in thought for a second.

"Hm, maybe you'll hit me or call me stupid?" Being arrogant with him hasn't helped you in the past, but it's worth it.

"Tch. And I thought I was being too gentle with you." Levi groans and moves his head to the side when he sees you laughing. It's strange, he's never seen you in this mood before; light-hearted and calm, even though the situation is serious. You are also less tense than before, seemingly getting used to him and his harsh nature.

"The training has done you good." The Captain lets his thoughts roll freely over his tongue, his eyes wandering unashamedly over your now relaxed form. "Just checking your condition," he tells himself, trying to ignore the way the belt of your equipment hugs your hips perfectly.

"I suppose. I feel healthier." You comment, cheeks flushing as you cross your hands behind your back.

"Good Cadet. Keep it up, you might even learn to ride." Levi can't help but give you a small, barely perceptible smile as he turns away, not even bothering to wave goodbye.

"Mike never stops talking about you, write to him sometime. The big bastard is getting on my nerves." And with that he leaves you standing there, confused, alone and deep in thought.

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THE GREAT WAR | LAST CHAPTER |

"I vowed I would always be yours, cause we survived the Great War

I would always be yours, cause we survived the Great War"

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 | masterlist

series summary: "After things fell apart it seemed that Joel and you were falling into pieces. Is it the end of all the endings? How long will it take to mend a broken heart"

word count: 4,2k>

warnings: angst, fluff too much fluff, established relationship, age gap (Reader is in her late 20s, Joel is in his late 40s), child loss, anger, some tension.

A/N: This is it. The last chapter is here, and I honestly didn't like how this chapter turned out, but I really wanted to give this ending. I really was so excited about writing this story and I had some kind of fun doing it. Thanks to all who read it and those who always commented, liked, etc. I hope you like it, and I see you soon (in a few days) with a different fic.

The days had settled into a comfortable rhythm, as if the cosmos had felt the need for some peace and quiet after the storm. Rhia's mornings began with the glorious light coming through the window casting an inviting glow across the room. As she stretched and prepared for the day ahead, her thoughts frequently went to the changes that had occurred in her life.

During this week, Joel's presence in her life had become more consistent. They weren't back together yet, but they were working on trust. The scars from earlier events in their lives remained, but they were gradually healing.

Later that morning, Rhia found herself in Jackson's bar, helping Maria and Tommy with party preparations for an upcoming celebration in Jackson. The community was getting together to celebrate a new year since it was founded, and the atmosphere was electric.

Rhia, Maria, and Tommy worked together to decorate the space and arrange food. The atmosphere was welcoming, their talk lightened the task, and Rhia found herself opening up about all kinds of things again.

“Joel said things are improving between you and him,” Tommy said as he winked one of his eyes.

That comment caught Rhia off guard. Her cheeks flushed as she chuckled. “He’s right, things are better” she admitted.

Tommy grinned mischievously, giving her a knowing look. " You know, I haven’t seen my brother this happy since…”

"Since before the world ended," Rhia finished for him, her smile both wistful and understanding.

Tommy nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, but the world began for him again the day he met you."

Rhia's cheeks turned even rosier at Tommy's words. His sincerity touched her soul, and she found herself at a loss of words.

He smiled warmly. “We’re all grateful to have you back in our lives.” She said “And our baby too.”

Maria nodded as she chuckled. A smile graced Rhia’s lips, and she found herself at a loss for a moment.

“I shouldn’t have said that, sorry”, Tommy apologized.

He was met with a gentle smile from Rhia. She appreciated his understanding. “It’s okay, Tommy. I’ve come to terms with it, it’s part of our story now.”

Maria chimed in; her voice filled with warmth. “And we’re here to support you both.”

As they went about their business, they felt a sense of camaraderie and purpose. The decorations were hung, the food was served, and the bar was converted into a lively and pleasant environment.

As the night enveloped Jackson, the party buzzed with energy. People were laughing, dancing, and sharing. Rhia found herself leaning against a wall, her eyes scanning the room. She felt a gentle tap on her and turned to find Joel beside her.

"Having a good time?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

Rhia nodded with a smile on her lips. "I am, indeed. Thank you so much, Joel."

Joel's smile widened, and his eyes were filled with love for Rhia. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Do you remember," Joel began contemplatively, "when we were at the QZ, in that filthy old apartment?”

Rhia smiled, “And you and Tess were smugglers?" Her eyes twinkled with delight at the memory.

Joel nodded, a wistful grin on his lips. "We had to survive somehow," he said after a brief glance at her. "I think I liked you back then," he blurted.

Rhia's heart skipped a beat as he admitted it, and the rest of the world appeared to melt away as her attention was drawn to Joel.

"I liked you, too, Joel," she said softly. "You and Tess, both"

He chuckled as their gazes locked. "I liked you in a different way."

"You had a crush on me?" she asked, laughing.

Joel's face relaxed. "I suppose I did."

Rhia's face softened, and her heart warmed as he confessed his past feelings.

As a slow song began to play, Joel extended his hand toward Rhia, his eyes holding a mix of vulnerability and hope. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, his voice soft.

Rhia's heart skipped a beat at his invitation. She looked up at him, a warm smile gracing her lips. "I'd love to," she replied. “But what about your leg? Is it better?

Joel’s smile was tender, his fingers tenderly fixing their hold on her hand. “My leg’s doing better, thanks to you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “And I wouldn’t miss a chance to dance with you”

Taking his hand, she allowed herself to be led by Joel to the dance floor. They moved together, their bodies swaying to the soft melody of the music playing. At that moment, everything around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own world.

Rhia's head rested against Joel's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear.

"The first time I kissed you, we were in that old rusty apartment", Joel mused, his voice a low murmur.

Rhia nodded; a soft laugh escaped her lips. "Oh, you mean that time you stole a kiss and then acted like it was no big deal?"

A ghost of a smile curved Joel's lips. "Yeah. It was a big deal.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Joel asked once he entered the room and saw Rhia sitting on the floor, lost in her thoughts.

“Why would you care, Joel?” She answered, her voice tinged with frustration.

Joel approached her slowly, his footsteps echoing in the small, dimly lit room. He knelt beside her.

“Rhia,” he said softly, “Come on, show me those pretty eyes of yours.”

Rhia chuckled at his request and looked up to face Joel, but the air felt different this time. When Rhia's eyes met Joel's, she felt her air stolen from her lungs. Their faces were so close, and the air between them was charged with unspoken words. His hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her cheeks as if she was the most delicate flower in the garden.

Rhia's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the warmth of Joel's breath against her lips. In that fragile moment, the cruel dark world outside ceased to exist, to become lighter, and Joel leaned in, capturing Rhia's lips in a soft, stolen kiss. It was a gentle, lingering connection, a moment of vulnerability for him and her.

When they pulled away, their breaths were caught in their throats, and their eyes widened at the realization they had crossed the line of friendship.

That kiss changed their relationship forever.

Back in the present, they continued dancing, their movements a silent conversation that spoke volumes. The memory of that stolen kiss seemed to bridge the gap between their past and their current life.

Joel's hold on her tightened ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Should I steal a kiss again?”

A playful glint danced in Rhia's eyes as she looked up at him without saying a word.

Joel's lips curved into a mischievous smile. Without another word, he leaned in, but before they could reach other lips, an angry scream broke their little bubble.

Ellie and Dinna were cornered and on display by one of the men at the party and everyone was watching.

Joel's grip on Rhia loosened as they both focused their attention on the commotion. Joel’s brow furrowed, evidently displeased with the interruption. Rhia's protective instincts flared as she locked her gaze on the man who cornered Ellie and Dinna, her voice firm when she addressed him.

"What's going on?" Rhia's tone was angry and authoritative. She gave Ellie and Dina a quick glance, her expression demanding an answer.

The man was surprised by Rhia's demeanor and cleared his throat, his demeanor turning to one of shame. "I… I saw these two young ladies kissing," he murmured, lowering his sight to the ground.

Rhia's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the unexpected revelation. The anger that had initially fueled her reaction was now replaced by surprise. She exchanged a puzzled look with Joel before returning her gaze to Ellie and Dina. Their faces were flushed with humiliation, and Ellie's big eyes were closed as if closing them would spare her from this embarrassment.

"And you had to announce it to everyone like that?" Joel inquired, clearly enraged with the man.

Ellie was clearly embarrassed to be in the spotlight like this, so she fled from the bar before the heated discussion could continue.

Rhia and Joel exchanged a concerned look before silently agreeing to follow Ellie. They crept out of the pub, their steps soft as they pursued her. As they walked towards their house, the night air felt cool against their skin.

They found Ellie sitting on her bed, her back hunched and her head buried in her hands. Rhia's heart broke for her as she felt the tightness in her shoulders. Rhia and Joel approached gently, taking seats on each side of Ellie, giving her room while also letting her know they were there for her.

After a few moments of silence, Ellie's voice burst through, unsteady and frustrated. "I can't believe he just... made it sound like there was something to be ashamed of." She raised her head, her eyes red and wet as she met Rhia's and then Joel's gaze.

Joel put his hand on Ellie's back, his voice gentle but firm, and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Ellie." Rhia nodded. "Joel's right, Ellie," Rhia said. "There's nothing wrong about who you are and who you love. And you have both of us to back you up." She gave Ellie a tiny, genuine smile, and appreciated the trust they shared. "In this day and age," she said, glancing over Ellie's shoulder at Joel, "if you really care about someone, you don't want to miss a beat."

Ellie expressed her gratitude. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it." Then she turned to Joel with a smirk. "Now, old man, mind if I borrow Rhia for a bit?"

Joel chuckled warmly. "She's all yours. I'll give you some privacy."

With a reassuring pat on Ellie's shoulder, Joel left the room, allowing Ellie and Rhia to have their moment alone.

Once they were alone, Ellie let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping with relief. "Thanks for being here, Rhia. You and Joel are my family.”

With that, they sat together talking about feelings. They shared their fears, hopes, and dreams, forging a stronger bond of trust and understanding between them.

“Is she sleeping already”? Joel asked once Rhia entered the bedroom.

“Knocked out” she replied with a smile.

Joel's expression softened at her offer, gratitude and warmth were evident in his eyes. He took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. “Good, so I think I should go now.”

"Joel, you don't have to go," Rhia said softly,

He sighed, his eyes searching hers for something she couldn't quite decipher. "Damn, I want to stay here, angel. But I also don't want to complicate-"

Before giving Joel a chance to finish his sentence, she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. Her actions were a silent plea, a way of telling him that they could move forward.

Joel melted into the kiss, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

When they pulled back, Joel’s gaze held Rhia’s, he let out a small chuckle. “So, are you sure she is sleeping?

“Oh no, no with her in the house” Her voice held a hint of amusement, knowing Joel’s intentions.

Joel chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing along her cheek. "I want to love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.

Rhia's heart fluttered at his words, and she found herself leaning into his touch. Her fingers lightly rested against his chest as she met his gaze. "Is that a yes?"

Joel pulled back and his expression softened and nodded.

Rhia’s eyes sparkled with humor and she leaned to press her lips on his again. This time, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and they slowly made their way to bed. Their kiss depended, carrying with it a thousand promises of love. Meanwhile, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only their shared warmth hanging in the air.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

Rhia and Joel were finally back together. They were thick as thieves, and their trust blossomed again. It all started with small steps. Joel showered her with the love she deserved, words of comfort, a bouquet of flowers every day of the week when he returned from patrol and a thousand more small gestures that conveyed all the unspoken words he wanted to say.

Rhia gave him a new chance because she thought he deserved it.

"I got you a present," he announced as he entered the house.

"A present?" Rhia inquired.

"Turn around and close your eyes," he said quietly.

Rhia did as Joel instructed, and he went forward to place a small necklace around her neck. Rhia opened her eyes to see what it was.

It was a flower,

A daisy.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she saw the little flower hanging from her neck.

Rhia returned her gaze to Joel, her eyes glistening with emotion.

She touched the daisy pendant gently, a small, overwhelmed smile on her lips. "Joel, it's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Joel's smile widened, and he stepped closer to her, his hand caressing her cheek. "Our baby will be there with you," he said softly, as he touched her chest over the necklace.

She nodded, her heart swelling with love for this man and who he had proven himself to be worthy of a second chance. "I know," she replied, her voice quivering with emotion.

One morning, Rhia woke up with an uneasy feeling. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something felt different in her. Nevertheless, she went about her usual routine, trying to shake off the odd feeling, but it persisted throughout the morning.

Maria noticed something was bothering Rhia as she helped her in the bar. She was observant of her friend’s changes, the occasional dizziness, and the constant sigh that escaped Rhia’s lips.

Maria finally stopped doing her task and turned to Rhia with a concerned expression. "Rhia, is something bothering you?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

Rhia looked up, a small smile attempting to mask her worries. "Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did Joel do something?” she asked again, but all she got was a low “no” from Rhia.

Maria raised an eyebrow, not convinced by Rhia’s response. “There must be something wrong because you’re acting all weird.”

Rhia hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering away from Maria’s.

“I’ve been feeling the same things I felt when…”

Maria's comforting hand was on Rhia's shoulder. "When…?”

Rhia took a deep breath, her eyes searching Maria’s face for some kind of desperate help. “When…- I think I’m pregnant.”

Maria's eyes widened in surprise, and then a warm smile spread across her face. "Oh, Rhia. That's wonderful news!"

“No, it’s not.” Rhia protested, her tone brittle, “No after what happened to my baby before. And in this world, it’s just stupid to even think about it” Tears welled up in Rhia's eyes, and she looked at Maria with sadness in her eyes. "I just... I don't want to go through that pain again," she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose myself or Joel all over again.”

Maria’s expression softened at her friend’s concern, "Look, we have to be sure first". Maria said softly. “Then, you can think about it or tell Joel.”

Rhia nodded and leaned on Maria's shoulder, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty this possible pregnancy meant for her and Joel, but with Maria’s support, the weight on Rhia’s shoulders felt lighter.

A few days later, after an old test confirmed the truth, Rhia found herself standing in front of her and Joel’s bedroom door. Her heart raced with fear. She took a deep breath and entered the room where Joel was already in bed.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room created a sense of tranquility.

Joel's gaze snapped at Rhia and a soft expression took over his face. "Hey," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. "Where have you been?

Rhia smiled back, though her uneasiness was still visible in her eyes. She shut the door behind her and moved closer to the bed. "I wanted to talk to you about something," she continued, her voice filled with trepidation.

Rhia sat down, her fingers slightly fidgeting in her lap. She inhaled deeply, summoning her courage. "Joel, do you know how we've been working through everything that's happened between us and trying to move forward?"

He softened his expression as he reached out to hold her hand in his. "Yeah."

Her gaze was fixed on him. "Well, during this time, something... happened"

Joel's uneasiness grew as he retained her gaze. "Rhia, you're beginning to concern me-

"I'm pregnant." She confessed, letting out a long sigh.

"Angel, are you sure?" he asked, his voice a little softer this time.

Rhia nodded; her gaze fixed on his. Joel's forehead wrinkled as he attempted to assimilate the news.

"An old test and the same symptoms I had before." His grip on her hand tightened a little more, his gaze falling to their linked fingers. "Rhia," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I... I'm going to need a moment to process this."

Rhia's heart sank at his response, a knot of worry forming in her stomach. That’s it, she thought, all the progress we have made thrown away.

Her thoughts were racing, but she merely nodded at him. "Of course, Joel. Take your time”

Joel eventually turned to her after what it felt like an eternity, his expression a mix of all the emotions. "Rhia, you know... what happened before, with our baby..." His voice was heavy with concern.

Rhia's heart ached as she noticed the anguish in his eyes. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I understand, Joel. And I understand if this news brings back painful emotions."

Joel pondered his thoughts. He didn't feel the need to be angry with Rhia like he had in the prior time. When he warned her, she was irresponsible to even consider having a kid while they were trying to take Ellie to the fireflies.

"It's not that I'm not happy," he said softly, looking at their intertwined hands, "but it's just... it's complicated."

The answer broke Rhia's heart. She carefully got out of bed, intending to go downstairs and ponder about what to do, when Joel reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.

Joel leaned up and carefully brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her checks. He gazed at her; his gaze drawn to hers. "I will never leave you alone."

A soft smile graced Rhia’s lips, and Joel leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft and lingering kiss. It was a promise for her, a reassurance that he was there for her.

When their lips finally parted, he held her face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek, whispering sweet things to her.

Joel lay back down, pulling her into his arms. As he spooned her close, he caressed her belly carefully, he wanted to protect her and the baby from the world outside.

“We should tell Ellie tomorrow”, she whispered, feeling safe in his arms.

“She will be over the moon” he answered, softly.

hand rested on top of Joel's, their fingers entwining over her slightly growing belly.

A few days had passed since Rhia delivered the news to Joel and Ellie, and the last was effectively over the moon. Ellie's excitement was contagious, and she couldn't help but gush about becoming a big sister.

and Joel hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. There was a difference this time. They weren’t running, they weren’t in the unknown and worried about surviving another day in the dark solitude of the world outside the walls of Jackson. This time, Rhia could be safe and sound and he could shower her with love and protection. This time, building a family didn’t sound like a crazy idea.

When night enveloped the community and the warmth of midsummer days lingered in the air. The moon hung high in the clear sky, casting a gentle glow over the houses of Jackson.

Rhia and Joel sat together on the porch of their house; their hands entwined as they looked out into the quiet night. The distant sounds of laughter from the people walking by provided a comforting atmosphere.

Rhia and Joel allowed a peaceful silence to settle between them. Rhia leaned her head on Joel's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. It was moments like these that allowed them to simply be a couple. Even when the news of the baby was still causing a certain uneasiness in the air.

Joel realized he had to prove himself. He had to prove to his partner that he would be there for her.

“Rhia” Joel began, breaking the silence.

Rhia looked her eyes at his “Yes?”

He took a deep breath “I know in this world, this thing I’m about to do doesn't hold the same weight as it used to. But you mean everything to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you, loving you, and being there for you and for our child.”

Joel dug into his pocket and pulled out a little, improvised ring he'd fashioned from a scrap of wire he'd acquired while being on patrol. It was rough and out of the ordinary, yet it had its own beauty.

Rhia's eyes widened in surprise and a hint of disbelief, but a warm smile tugged at her lips.

"Angel," he said again, his voice steady and soft, "will you marry me?"

Rhia's eyes welled up with tears. "Yes," she muttered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes."

Joel's face lit up with a smile as he put the improvised ring onto Rhia's finger. It wasn’t a fancy proposal like in the old days, but it was ideal for them, a final testament to their love.

Rhia smiled as she met his gaze and leaned in to kiss him. Their kiss held their compromise in a soft and warm feeling.

As they pulled away, Joel's eyes sparkled with happiness, and he whispered against her lips “I love you, angel. You’re the best thing this world gave to me”

Rhia's heart swelled with love. "I love you too, Joel.”

Several months had passed since the night on the porch when Joel proposed to Rhia. During that time, their story continued to be written, their trust was rebuilt from the pieces and their love blossomed.

And the day had come. Rhia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Ambar, a name that meant “The sky” was a tribute to the loved ones they had lost, the people both of them loved that were watching from above. Sarah, Tess, and Daisy.

Joel couldn’t believe he was a father again, that he was taking care of a precious little baby all over again. A contrast to the life he had known before, a life that was him and Sarah against the world. But this time, he wasn’t alone anymore. No longer were he and his daughter by themselves. This time, it was him, their little baby, Ellie, and the woman he loved together as a family.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over their little corner of the world, Rhia and Joel found themselves sitting on their porch once like they always do during the evening. The stars began to twinkle in the sky, and Ambar slept in her crib inside.

In the silence of that tender moment, with the soft breeze caressing their faces, they knew that their story was far from over. There were pages to be written yet, but they also knew that danger was far from being over.

As they looked out at the night sky, Joel’s chuckle broke the silence.

Rhia looked down at him. “What?”

“I was thinking about us” he simply said, yet his voice was soft.

“What about us?” Rhia’s curiosity creeped out; her eyes fixed on his gorgeous profile in the dim evening light.

Joel turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with a tender gaze. "From a world where it was just me and Sarah, to now, a family of our own." He said, “Thank you for loving me, Angel.”

Rhia's heart exploded with love as she leaned in to kiss him, their lips met in a lingering and sweet kiss, holding all the promises they had made each other since the day they met. From the day they met, when they were younger, to the day their scars still hurt from when they pushed each other apart and finally found their way to each other again.

So, in that sweet moment beneath the starry sky, they found solace in their shared love and the family they had formed. Their story was still being written, but they were ready to tackle any challenge that came their way; They had each other's backs, after all. They were going to survive any war.

a/n: The last paragraph is cheesy af. Reblogs and comments are appreciated 💌 if you have any question, asks are always open

tag: @joeldjarin

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For reijeanweek day 5, I'd like to offer something for the prompt soulmates - something that can be barely classified as headcanons, just a very rough draft of something that might have taken place if aot world had soulmates.

My go-to soulmate subtrope for this outline is the soulmate's name appearing on the hand.

While Reiner and Jean do have each other's names written on their hands, therefore making them soulmates, but the problem is that Marley and Paradis are using different alphabets so they are unable to read each other's names since it looks like gibberish to them.

That is, until Reiner is sent to the Paradis and as a preparation for the invasion, he is taught Paradisian alphabet and can finally read the name. The revelation throws Reiner through a loop — since he realizes that his true love is actually one of the "Island Devils" that he is supposed to hate — but ultimately sows the future seeds of his disenchantment with the Marleyan propaganda.

Two years must pass after the Fall of Shiganshina before Reiner could finally meet Jean who, admittedly, doesn't make a great first impression but due to soulmate magic Reiner is head over heels for him nonetheless. Revealing the soulmate's name written is not very common (especially amongst the teenage boys who seem to be allergic to being vulnerable) and the fact that Reiner's name is not written in Paradisian alphabet would definitely raise some suspicions for Jean so Reiner decides not to reveal their soulmate bond to him, instead opting for pining for him by spending time during trainings and missions together.

Meanwhile, Jean has zero knowledge of the existence of the other alphabets so he is doomed to forever assume that the supposed name of his soulmate is nothing but gibberish. Ultimately Jean concludes that the one true love for him doesn't exists and becomes disenchanted with the concept of soulmates. That is, until Jean meets Reiner in the Cadet Corps. Unaware that one of his closest companions is, in fact, his soulmate, Jean begins to develop feelings for someone he believes is not destined for him. This leads him to contemplate the concept of serendipity, pondering the idea that he is free to love anyone of his choosing, rather than someone preordained by fate.

That belief is quick to change, though, once Reiner reveals his true allegiance and subsequently betrays Jean's feelings for him. After two battles against the Warriors — first within the interior of Wall Maria and second in Shiganshina — Jean finds himself completely heartbroken. In an attempt to cope, he comforts himself with the notion that love is ultimately not for him. Over the four years that follow, as Jean attempts to forget his feelings for Reiner and channel his sense of betrayal into hatred, he is utterly failing in both (in actuality it's just the soulmate bond the two of them have established over the year doing its magic).

Until the time comes for the Survey Corps to venture out onto the Continent where much later they start preparing for a raid on Liberio. Seeing as Jean was chosen to be one of the Paradis spies, he has to blend in with the Marleyan society which, of course, includes him learning the alphabet. And only then, seven years after their first encounter and living in ignorance, Jean realizes that Reiner was his soulmate all along. Many thoughts race through Jean's head at the onset of this revelation. Some of them are relief that he is in fact entitled to love in his life. Some of them are justified frustration with Reiner that never told him about this despite presumably finding out about that years in ahead. Yet, the most persistent thought lingering in his mind is the anticipation of their impending encounter in Liberio — an encounter that won't resemble the reunion of lovers in the slightest.

(But Jean will find him and make it work, at least one of them has to be decisive, after finally getting their chance to experience love again)

And that's essentially where it concludes, since I find myself at a loss for a fitting ending to this narrative. Consider this my collection of musings. It will await the insight of someone wiser who may craft a more logical ending for all of this.

#queued post #im sure that someone has already thought of it long before me (and not even within the bounds of reijean ship)#yeah this is strongly pro soulmate predestination and strongly contra the sentiment that the love is something that needs to be cultivated #which im not proud of #ReiJeanWeek2024 #reijean #reiner #jean #reiner x jean #jeanrei

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The Flip Side Part 8

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~8.4k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: Here’s the next part where we find out who is behind all of the madness! Things get worse and unfortunately they’ll continue to get worse. Enjoy! 😁

Warnings: Angst, break ins, injury, and ER visit

Lab results still weren’t in by 36 hours, and as Gavin had said, you and your cellmates had been transferred to the state prison for however long they could hold you. You had grumpily submitted to another search and an even uglier outfit before being not-so-kindly escorted to a jail cell that was already occupied.

You had been given no information about her, but just looking at her you hoped to God that she didn’t know you. She was covered in gang tattoos and despite actually being shorter than you, you got very little comfort from this. When you sat down on your cot you just stared at the floor in front of you, and prayed that you got out of here quickly. You’re almost grateful that you’re instructed to change and get ready to work in the yard a little later. The silence is tense and you would love to escape it for the silence outside. You end up doing the only yard job that there really is at the moment. Despite hating yard work, you pull weeds like it’s the most fun you’d had all day. Honestly it was the most fun you’d had in almost two days. Miraculously shower time goes fine, albeit uncomfortable, no one tries to assault you which you’re grateful for. You feel self-conscious of your body, and you try to shower as quickly as possible. You stay turned toward a wall so you can’t see anyone looking your way as you try not to think about the scars that litter your body. You have so many at this point that you don’t remember what they all came from. Work certainly, but you stopped keeping track after the first 6. You’ve been shot a couple of times and cut more than that. It was just another reason why you’d like to leave your job for good. You’re not sure how much more abuse your body could take.

Lying down at the end of the day was a relief you didn’t think you’d really needed. The moment your head hit your pillow, you remembered that you hadn’t slept the night before. You were exhausted, and despite the somewhat intimidating presence in the cell you’re able to fall asleep easily. The rest of Wanda’s day had been relatively uneventful. She’d spent the night watching sitcoms and cuddling with her dogs and occasionally bickering with her brother. He’d wanted to go out and get food, but he hadn’t wanted her to leave, so they both just ended up pouting for the night before they went to bed. Wanda had decided to let one of the dogs sleep with her, not on the bed, but in the bedroom and this quickly became two. She should have known better than to try to leave Boone out. He’d practically howled when Wanda tried to shut the door in his face, and Rogue had just panted happily as he settled at the end of the bed. Now, as Wanda wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing when it’s still way too early to be up, she realizes that at least one of the dogs is on the bed with her.

“Bad dog. Get off the bed.” Unsurprisingly, they don’t listen, but Wanda’s more concerned about making her phone stop ringing to worry about that right now. She’s barely awake enough to find it let alone see what the screen says, so she just allows muscle memory to answer the call.

“Hello?” Wanda shifts to get a little more comfortable as she tries to figure out which dog snuck onto the bed with her. She sees black and brown fur in the dim light of her phone and she realizes it’s Rogue. She’s about to try and urge him to get off, but the voice she hears makes her start in surprise. “Wanda? Sorry to call you so early, but there’s been a break in at the restaurant.” Maria had been sleeping when she received a call from the security company that monitored the restaurant. Apparently, the alarm had been set off and an intruder was spotted on the premises. It sounded like they moved some things and took a couple, but nothing major had happened. Nothing valuable was stolen from what they could tell, but they’d called the police to follow procedure. Maria had been called since she was listed as the primary contact while Wanda was only working part time, but she’d of course called Wanda. The brunette is already getting out of bed to get dressed because she can’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. Did this have something to do with you, or was this just a random occurrence that happened to coincide with your shitshow? Wanda had learned to not believe in coincidences since meeting you, and she was already trying to figure out how to get there right now. Checking her phone, she realized it was only 5 in the morning. Later than she thought, but still too early to leave the house. She had to either wake up her brother or take care of Natalya before she left, and she wasn’t sure which sounded more unappealing. Delay her arrival at her restaurant or have to wake up her brother who would certainly be grumpy? Her decision is taken from her when she arrives to the kitchen and starts to warm a bottle for Natalya before going to check on her. She’d told Maria that she would be there as soon as possible. Apparently, she had just arrived and the cops were only just getting there as well. Wanda turns to go to the nursery when she sees Steve standing in the hallway like a creeper. She gasps, and a hand flies to her chest as she jumps in surprise. Neither of the dogs had followed her out here, but one of them sticks their head out the door to see what the commotion is about. Steve shoots her an apologetic look that quickly becomes questioning as he tries to figure out why Wanda was up so early. “What’s going on? It’s a little early.” Wanda just groans in agreement before she motions for Steve to follow her to the nursery. She’d rather talk in there so she doesn’t wake up her brother. She waits until they’re inside before explaining what’s happened and Steve has a dreaded feeling that he’s going to be leaving with her soon. “Maria called. There’s been a break in at the restaurant. The cops are there and everything.” Steve considers this just like Wanda had and he comes to a similar conclusion. He knows that if Wanda’s going to check on things he has to go with her. As Wanda picks up her daughter and gently starts to rock her awake, he realizes that she needs to bring her as well. He’s about to ask about this when he hears whining from outside the door. Wanda beats him to it though and she goes to open it and check on the bottle she’d left in the kitchen. “Hey, bud. Sorry, we were waking up your sister.” Rogue sticks his nose up and sniffs her briefly before heading toward the kitchen. He probably thinks it’s time for his breakfast as well. She supposes she can feed him a little earlier than usual. The sound of metal bowls being filled with food cause Boone to come running out of the bedroom and toward his breakfast. Steve had offered to hold Natalya while Wanda goes to let the other dogs out for food as well. She smiled before handing her daughter over to her uncle. “Boys, slow down you’re going to vomit.” Wanda just rolls her eyes as she’s completely ignored, and she hears someone hacking only a few seconds later. She turns her attention back to Nat and Steve and she asks what she knows he’s already considered. She doesn’t want to take Nat out immediately when it’s still barely light outside and her daughter should be sleeping. She figures that Steve’s going to accompany her to the restaurant whether she likes it or not, so she won’t even bother telling him to stay behind. “Maybe Pietro can watch her while they both wake up, and then bring her to the restaurant later? I’m not sure how long this will take.” So that’s what they ended up doing. Wanda had been brave and knocked on her brother’s door and opens it when she hears him groan in response. She was bouncing Natalya who wasn’t quite hungry yet because she’d rather sleep more. Understandable. “Pietro?” Another groan is what she gets as a response, so Wanda decides to get to the point. She tells him what’s happened and by the time she asks him to watch Natalya, he’s sitting up with a yawn.

“She hasn’t eaten yet, but there’s a bottle ready for her on the counter for later. You can come meet us if we end up being there longer than an hour or two. I’ll even make you breakfast.” After handing her daughter off and quickly getting ready, she and Steve head for the restaurant. She calls Maria again to get an update, only for her to be talking to the police. She listens in and makes sure that the police know that she’s there as well. She asks Steve to drive faster and they make it there in record time to find Maria and a couple of officers sitting in the dining room. Wanda hurries to hug the older woman while trying to figure out what was left for her to do. Wanda watches as Steve begins to wander around before she sits down next to Maria. “I’m Wanda Maximoff, the owner of this restaurant. What can you tell me about what happened here?” One of the officers is clearly nicer than the other and he explains everything that he’d already gone over with Maria. He tells her how the security company would send over the available footage to the police and they would see if there is a good enough image of the thief. Wanda smiles at the prospect of catching someone on film, but she can’t say she’s too optimistic. She’s also a little preoccupied with what they’d want from her anyway, other than money the only valuable items in the restaurant were all of the appliances. She turns to the other cop who’s still watching Steve suspiciously, but she doesn’t pay him any mind at the moment. “Do you think they left any evidence, finger prints or anything like that?” When she’s told that they were wearing gloves, she realizes there’s nothing more the police can do other than wait at this time. The person had arrived in the dark and cameras show them walking down the street until they disappeared from sight. Wanda’s not super optimistic about this, but she’s at least glad that nothing worse has happened. As long as no one was hurt and nothing too expensive was stolen, she’ll call it a win. “Okay, thank you, officers. I assume you’ll be in touch?” Once they’re gone Wanda turns to Maria and wraps an arm around her shoulder. She can tell that the older woman is shaken even if she won’t admit it. She decides that the best thing to do is try to reassure them both that everything is fine. Maybe they’ll run through the kitchen and the back to make sure nothing else is amiss. “Are you alright? I know this is a little scary.” Maria has to admit that she’s a little spooked by the whole thing. Since starting here with Wanda back in the day, there had only been a couple of incidents at the restaurant. The first was when they were opening and someone had shouted a slur at them before throwing a bottle through their front window. The second time was a year after opening and it had been a robbery that cleaned them out of the day’s tips. Maria had been here alone after hours counting when someone broke in and robbed her at gunpoint. Since then, nothing had happened due to their better security system, and their policy on keeping all cash in a safe in the locked back office. Wanda wasn’t open about it at all, but Maria had seen enough over the years to realize that you might have something to do with the decreased amount of crime that affected the restaurant. Despite not being legally connected to it in any way, all of the papers were in Wanda and Pietro’s names, Maria knew that you made sure that things ran smoothly here. You kept criminals away from the entire block and although she had no idea how you accomplished this, she’d say that being one of the top criminals in the city probably had something to do with it. It was hard to not figure this out when Wanda had come to her not long after meeting you. She didn’t have anyone to talk to about you since her brother was not a fan of yours and she hadn’t made many friends at this point. So Wanda had come to her to ask for advice about potentially dating someone like you. She’d let it slip that you weren’t on the right side of the law, and understandably she had a lot of reservations about this. Maria did too, but as she saw how much happier Wanda got each time she saw or spoke of you, she realized that it might not be as big of an issue as she thought. At the very least, you might prove to be worth it. Then you’d started drinking too much and Wanda’s mood had begun to tank with each bender you had. It had been a difficult couple of years and Maria was actually still surprised to this day that Wanda had stuck around. She’d known earlier that she wanted to get married and have a family with someone that would support her decision to work at a place that she loved for as long as she wanted to. You had seemed to be on board, but your own life was a bit of a mess.

Maria had tried to get Wanda to reconsider her relationship when things got so bad that Wanda was miserable most of the time. She’d been reluctant to leave you especially when things were so tumultuous, and once you started to make progress, she decided that she would commit to you fully. “It’s just been a while since this has happened. I’m glad I wasn’t here for this one.” Wanda smiles at her friend before helping her to her feet. She looks over her shoulder to see that Steve’s finished his own sweep before deciding that they could all at least use some coffee. “I’m very grateful that you weren’t. How about we get some coffee and maybe something to eat? I did promise to bribe Pietro with food, and he’s going to bring Natalya by soon.” Wanda and Maria head for the kitchen that’s already lit up from the police and then Steve looking through it. Wanda starts the coffee as she glances around to see if anything is obviously missing. It honestly takes her a minute to find that anything is misplaced until she opens up one of the cupboards looking for coffee mugs. They’re all there, but there’s something else in there that catches her eye. “Have you seen this before?” Maria turns away from the coffee machine to see that Wanda’s holding up what looked like an engagement ring. Both Steve and Maria are frowning in confusion and Maria shrugs before she reaches out to take a better look at it. It’s pretty, if a little dated, but either way she doesn’t recognize it and has no idea where it came from. Wanda watches as she puts it on the counter before offering to take one of the mugs as the coffee began to brew. “We’ll ask the kids later.”

The second day you spent out in the prison yard was much worse than the first. Not only was it ridiculously hot outside and you were sweating profusely, but your cellmate apparently did know who you were, and she’d woken you up by trying to smother you. After throwing her off of you and kicking her until the guards came to pull you apart, you’d been denied breakfast and told to get to work. Now you were hungry, grumpy and slightly sore from bending over for so long. You’re piling your weeds together and throwing them in your bag when you hear someone walk toward you. You’re sure it’s not another inmate because you’d been told to steer clear from them which is why you were on the side of the yard with the prickly weeds while they dealt with the clover. “Y/L/N. A friend is on the phone for you.” Pietro stifled another yawn as he drove his niece to breakfast. At least he thought he remembered his sister saying that she’d cook for him. He couldn’t be 100% sure. The only things he really heard were ‘break in at the restaurant’ and ‘feed Natalya’ everything else got lost in his sleep-addled brain. He pulls into the parking lot slowly and turns around to face Natalya where she’s starting to wiggle impatiently.

“Ready to go see your second favorite Maximoff?” When Pietro walks into the restaurant he immediately smells his sister’s cooking and he smiles widely. Everyone’s in the kitchen so Pietro doesn’t waste anytime heading there. Steve’s standing by the door drinking coffee while he watches Maria and Wanda cook together. From the looks of it they’re almost done, and they both turn at the sound of the door opening. “There she is! Wanda, here take over.” Wanda just rolls her eyes but does as she’s told as Maria wipes her hands on her apron before grabbing a cup and pouring some coffee into it. “Here, I’ll trade you.” Pietro would be ashamed of how quickly he gives up Natalya if anyone reminds him of this later, but for now he just needs caffeine and whatever the duo had been cooking. He watches as his sister continues to stir the food with a stifled yawn. She reaches for her coffee only to find it empty and she frowns. Pietro stops short of grabbing plates when he sees this and he changes direction to grab the coffee pot. “So it doesn’t look like anything was stolen.” Wanda sighs as she shrugs before leaning over to kiss Natalya’s cheek as Maria walks her over. She’s definitely more awake now and Wanda’s already thinking about how squirmy she’ll be when they sit down to eat. Pietro pours her more coffee before grabbing plates to set beside the stove. “Not that I can tell, and they might have left a ring?” Wanda points toward the ring that Pietro just noticed was sitting on the counter beside the carton of eggs. He picks it up and squints in confusion before setting it down as he shoots his sister a look. “It’s not yours?” Wanda shakes her head before holding up her left hand to show her rings. She just laughs as her brother waves her off before walking over to Steve with a yawn. He’ll need about three more cups of coffee to make up for his lost sleep. “Anything else?” Wanda just shakes her head as she plates the food from the pan and turns off the stove. Pietro smiles at this and makes a point of leaning in to look at breakfast. He’s surprised his stomach isn’t growling. “That’s all for me, right sestra? You’re going to make everyone else more?” Wanda sighs in defeat but she decides to humor her brother at least a little bit because he did wake up at the crack of dawn for her. He’s also been helping out a lot lately which he usually did, so she supposes she’s just grateful for him. Especially for the fact that he seems serious about trying to be nicer to you. She turns back on the stove and grabs the squeeze bottle of oil she’d been using. “Alright, Pietro. For you I’ll do it.” When Wanda realizes that the bottle she’d grabbed was empty, she just sighs inaudibly before grabbing the second one. She’s starting to get a little tired now that the adrenaline of this morning’s phone call had started to wear off. She was still worried and curious about what happened, but she’s also thinking about you. You’ve spent too many nights in jail and it was almost the 48-hour mark. Hopefully you’d be freed soon. Wanda is still thinking about this as she tilts the bottle over the pan to drizzle the oil. She realizes that something’s not right as soon as it comes pouring out, and the smell tips her off only milliseconds before the liquid touches the pan. Pietro and Steve are standing by the door, and Maria has Natalya near the fridge when the stove is engulfed in flames. Pietro drops his mug and Steve jumps into action when Wanda screams and falls back away from the stove. Maria hands Nat to Pietro before quickly grabbing a towel to put out the flames. “Wanda!” “Out of the way, out of the way!” She’d thrown her arms up as soon as she saw the flames, but she still felt heat on her face and an unbearable amount on her arms. She staggers blindly toward the sink and doesn’t even realize that her shirt is on fire until Maria’s patting her down with a towel. She hears the sink being turned on and she hisses in pain as her arms are suddenly doused in lukewarm water. “Ow, shit, shit!” “I’m going to call an ambulance.” Wanda’s no longer on fire and Steve’s smothered the fire on the stove, but even from across the room, Pietro can see how red and angry the skin on his sister’s arms looks. He pulls out his phone and dials 9-1-1 before rushing over to his sister. She has tears in her eyes and she’s shaking as she holds both arms under the water. There’s a small area of her face that’s burnt as well, but she barely notices as she tries to calm her breathing. Pietro’s speaking frantically on the phone and Steve’s grabbing the bottle that Wanda had used and sniffs it to confirm his suspicions. “It’s alcohol.” Maria’s eyes widen as she looks to the bottle that Steve’s holding. She doesn’t have time to comment before Pietro’s speaking up and reaching out for his sister. Natalya is starting to get fussy and she tries to reach out for her mom, but she’s a little preoccupied so she starts to cry. Pietro bounces her while he does his best to keep both mom and daughter calm. “An ambulance is on the way, Wands. Just hold on.” You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until you walk into the building and catch a glimpse of a clock. It’s almost lunchtime and you’re hoping that you get to eat. You follow behind the bored looking guard with a silent groan, and you’re still thinking about what you’ll get for lunch today when you arrive to the phones. You sit down at the little cubicle that he points to and you smile and grab the phone to talk to Gavin. “Gavin, please tell me you have good news.” After Wanda was rushed to the hospital, the police were called again and they returned to do a more thorough investigation while the fire department made sure that nothing mechanical caused the fire. Despite keeping the bottle of alcohol for them to see, they had wanted to double check which made Maria angrier than Pietro had ever seen her. Steve had ridden in the ambulance with Wanda and Pietro was prepared to follow her when Maria mentioned calling you. You were in jail and probably wouldn’t be out today, but you deserved to know about what happened. If you found out that you weren’t told fairly shortly after it happened, you’d be furious. Pietro agreed that you’d be called, but he wanted a little more information first. He wanted his sister to get examined and treated before he tried to field your many questions. Somehow Bucky had gotten the honor of calling you after arriving to the hospital to meet Steve once Wanda was triaged. She was in a lot of pain, but she was seen fairly quickly given how early it was in the day. She’d suffered second-degree burns on her arms, her right being the most extensive, and a small one on her chin. She was currently lying in a bed in triage trying to find a way to comfortably lay her arms down in her lap. Pietro arrives soon after, but since he can’t bring Natalya back to see Wanda, he switches places with Bucky. However, before Bucky can leave, Wanda starts to cry which stops him cold. He exchanges a worried look with Steve who just decides he’ll do whatever Wanda asks of him. He doesn’t realize how difficult of an ask it is until Wanda tells him what she wants. “S-someone needs to call, Y/n.” That’s how Bucky found himself outside near the ER entrance with Natalya. He can tell that she’s upset and he wished that Wanda could hold her and calm her down. Unfortunately, he was the best she was going to get for a while. “Gavin, please tell me you have good news.” This nearly makes Bucky want to hang up but he takes a deep breath before turning toward the parking lot as an ambulance comes roaring up the road. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to make the call. You clearly hear the sirens and you’re sitting up a little in your seat in surprise. “Hello? Gavin?” Bucky heads back inside because he can’t hear what you’re saying and you undoubtedly won’t hear him. He tries unsuccessfully to hush Nat who begins to squirm again as he walks down a hall to nowhere in particular. “It’s Bucky. Y/n there was an accident at the restaurant this morning. Wanda’s okay, but she’s in the ER after getting pretty badly burnt.” You’re not sure how long you sit in silence after Bucky breaks the news. He didn’t ease into it which was fine with you because anticipation was already killing you when you heard the ambulance in the background. Hearing that Wanda was at the restaurant already hadn’t surprised you too much, but she certainly would have taken Nat with her, and if there was a fire… “W-what happened? Is Nat, okay?” You listen in horror as Bucky tells you about how Wanda was with her brother, Steve, Maria and Natalya in the restaurant this morning making breakfast when it literally went up in flames. There’d been a break in last night and your wife had gone in to check on things and she’d brought her entourage. Everything had appeared fine and not much if anything was stolen. However, while cooking, Wanda had picked up a bottle that had been switched out with alcohol and poured that unknowingly on a hot pan. “Wanda’s the only one who was hurt, but the fire department’s there now speaking with Maria and they’re doing a more thorough investigation.” You run your hand through your hair with a groan at the thought of something like this happening. First the massacre at the docks, and now this? Someone wasn’t just targeting you. They were targeting your friends, your family, and you were just sitting in jail thinking about lunch. “Fuck. Do they have any idea who was behind it? Did they catch anyone on camera?” Bucky mentions what the police had said and that the security company was on it. He wasn’t sure how long it would take, but he promised to tell you as soon as he had anything useful. You are still in shock as you just nod absentmindedly. You want to get out of here and see your wife. You want to hold her and promise that you’ll make whoever did this to her pay. “I can have Gavin reach out.” You nod in agreement because as much as it would be nice to see another familiar face, you wanted Bucky and Steve to stay with Wanda and Nat. Especially now that Wanda was hurt. “Thank you. Once Wanda’s out of the hospital, can you make sure she goes home and stays there?” Bucky’s already nodding because although he had things to do today, more after this happened, he was going to make sure Steve got the message. There was no way that they’d let something like this happen again. They would keep her in the penthouse until you were released and then maybe even after. “Of course.” You sigh in exhaustion before realizing that you need to call Gavin. You need to figure out if you’re getting out of here. Instead of focusing on that right now you decide to ask Bucky for another favor. “Can I talk to her, Bucky? Is she awake?” Bucky stops in his tracks before turning around and heading back the way he came. Nat had just started to settle a little and he hoped that passing her off to Steve wouldn’t upset her too much. He’s already nodding as he pulls the phone away from his ear and goes to his texts. “Sure, let me text Steve so he can watch Little Nat.” A couple of minutes later, Bucky is back by Wanda’s bedside and he frowns when he sees how uncomfortable she still looks. They’d put the IV for her medication and fluids in her hand and she probably doesn’t want to move her arms much at all. He decides that he’s going to have to hold the phone for her. “Wanda, Y/n wants to talk to you.” Wanda sits up quickly with a pained hiss but she ignores the way her arms ache as she reaches for the phone. Doing so tugs at her IV and its starts to beep so Wanda just drops her arms and shoots her friend a questioning look. He just nods and circles the bed to hold his phone to her ear. “Thank you, Bucky” Wanda takes a deep breath before she speaks up and she has to keep herself from crying at the sound of your voice. It had only been a couple of days, but she missed you so much. “Detka?” You sigh in relief when you hear Wanda’s voice come through the phone. You lean into the table in front of you as if it will help you get closer to your wife and you smile widely. You hate that you can’t be with her right now. “Wands, how are you doing? How do you feel? Are you in a lot of pain?” Wanda can’t help but smile at your obvious concern, your borderline panic and despite how poorly she feels at the moment she doesn’t want to worry you too much. She only briefly glances at her friend and brother before shaking her head in response to your question.

“I’m okay, Y/n. It’s stings more than it hurts, but it felt pretty horrible when it happened.” You don’t doubt this and you’re not sure how you would have fared being burnt like this. You don’t want to think about it because you’d rather focus on your wife. The fact that your mind keeps imagining Wanda in her kitchen cooking one second and then being overwhelmed by fire the next makes you break out into a cold sweat. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Wanda. I’m so glad you’re okay though.” Wanda shifts a little on the bed and can’t stop herself from wincing at the movement. Her arms ache and looking at them makes her feel worse. She hadn’t asked because she didn’t want to seem vain, but she also felt self-conscious of the fact that she could be scarred from her injuries. They were pretty extensive and she was already worried about how they would heal. She’d been told how to continue treating them at home with regular bandage changes for 5 to 7 days before keeping them uncovered. She could take over the counter pain medications, but the doctor had recommended taking home some oxy. She’d immediately rejected that option because she didn’t want opioids. She was understandably averse to addiction. “Me too. I miss you though.” You wipe your eyes with a frustrated scowl. You’re annoyed by how emotional you’re getting, but you can’t help it. You’ve been in prison for two days now and you missed your family and you were stressed about the chaos that was happening in your absence. You knew your time was coming to an end for both this call and for being in jail, but one couldn’t come quickly enough. You sigh in defeat before you return your wife’s sentiment. “I miss you too, Wands. I’ll be home soon, and then I promise we’ll figure out who did this.” Wanda nods in understanding and she slowly lifts her hand to wipe her eyes. She’s crying and she’s afraid you can tell when she sniffles quietly before responding. “Good. I love you, detka.” When you hear the guard clear his throat behind you to remind you of your limited time remaining you decide that your next call will be to your lawyer. “I love you too, stay safe until I get home, okay? I’ll see you soon.” Wanda promises to do this and she waits until you hang up before she looks to Bucky with a grateful smile. He puts up his phone before deciding to see if he missed anything while he was with Natalya. “How long do they want to keep you here for?” He’s mostly asking so he can make sure things are taken care of for her at home. The dogs should be fine, but he should maybe have someone go shopping for her so she doesn’t have to worry about that. She might not want to cook for a while which is understandable, so he’ll make sure they pick up something that’s already prepared. Wanda looks to her brother for this answer because he had been paying more attention than she was. She was studiously trying to ignore her pain at that time and that included not listening to someone talk about it. She’s regretting it a little bit because she wishes she could go home sooner rather than later, but she feels very unprepared for it. It’s just occurred to her that she will need more help taking care of Natalya until her arms feel better. The idea of picking up her daughter right now makes her cringe in pain. “They wanted her to stay for at least the day. If she’s feeling better, or at least not worse by then they’ll send her home with meds and more meds.” Wanda sighs at the thought but she doesn’t protest. She looks to her arms that are covered in bandages that make her itchy. She wonders if she’ll be sent home with this or if she’ll need to go out and buy it. These thoughts are cut short by Bucky’s phone beeping signaling a text message. He reads it quickly before deciding that he he’s going to head out now. “Okay, well one of us will take Natalya home, and Steve can stay here with you until you’re discharged. We’ll get some things arranged so you’ll be all set when you get home.” Wanda wants to argue that she doesn’t need a babysitter, but she’d already argued against a lockdown yesterday and look where she was now. She figured that she should just take the help and say thank you so she doesn’t suffer any more bodily harm. “Thank you, guys.” Yelena’s pissed when she arrives home after a long 24 hours of running around for answers. She hadn’t found out anything about the attack that she hadn’t already known. No one knew anything or they simply just weren’t telling her which was frustrating to say the least. She’d started with the others that had survived to hear what they had to say, but they’d mostly been focusing on avoiding the spray of bullets like her so they had no leads. She knew it was near impossible for a group of that size to ride in, shoot up everything, and then disappear without a trace. She’d retraced her steps and then gone down multiple possible routes to see if any of the businesses on these streets had cameras with a view of the roads. It proved fruitless, and Yelena was in the mood to punch something and throw back a couple bottles when she finally sat down to rest. Her leg didn’t hurt too much as she ambled through her front door that was opened for some reason. She was immediately greeted by her three dogs and she smiled widely as she reached out for them. This smile was short lived as she heard someone shriek from upstairs, and almost immediately after there were loud, heavy footsteps on the stairs. “Yelena! Is that you!?” The blonde looks up at her fiancée prepared to respond with a sarcastic remark, but she’s cut off by a swift slap to the face. She curses under her breath before turning to glare at the brunette who’s breathing heavily from her run down here. Yelena’s about to complain but Kate beats her to it, and when the blonde spots movement out of the corner of her eye in the kitchen she realizes she really is in trouble. “Where the hell have you been!? You can’t just disappear after you’ve been shot!” Kate slaps her again, but not as hard this time and Yelena holds up her hands in defeat as she shies away behind one of her rotties, Rose. “I was trying to figure out what fucker shot me, but there’s nothing! No trace of them.” At this point, Nat’s come to stand a few feet behind Kate with her hands on her hips and a pissed look. Yelena avoids it like the plague as she shuts the door behind her so the dogs don’t escape before she shakes her head in anticipation of the next question that one or both of them are going to ask. “I’m fine by the way. Barely limping after all the walking I’ve done.” Yelena realizes quickly that this is not what she should have said because Kate somehow looks even angrier. She contemplates slapping her fiancée again but she knows it won’t do anything but annoy her, so she does the next best thing and storms off. She heads toward the kitchen for a drink figuring that a couple of hours or more of the silent treatment will be a good start to the blonde’s punishment.

Nat’s still glaring at her sister as she takes a couple of steps toward her to close the distance. Yelena doesn’t even flinch because she knows that her sister isn’t likely to hit her like Kate. The brunette usually reserved the right to knock sense into her. Fiancée and all. “We could and did do that for you, Yelena. We found nothing, but a lot happened while you were gone. You really shouldn’t have gone dark on us.” Yelena frowns at the thought of something else happening while she was gone. She wants to say she would have heard about it, but she was a little preoccupied and she’d silenced her phone after the first 12 times Kate called her. She tilts her head slightly as she steps away from the door to glance into the kitchen. Kate’s preparing dinner with a deep scowl. She was fucked. “What happened while I was gone?” By the time dinner rolls around, you’re so anxious that you’d isolated yourself and barely eaten a bite. You can’t stop thinking about what happened to your wife, and more importantly what could be next. You hope that she’s able to go home soon, you’d feel better if she was there so she can relax and be better protected. You knew Steve would watch her and keep her in the house, but you still couldn’t stop your mind from running wild. The thought of something else happening made you want to run for the nearest exit and keep running until you found a way out. Despite how impossible this would be, you kept looking around you as you stabbed something on your tray. You’re not even sure what it is. “Y/L/N. Your lawyer’s here.” You spin around so quickly you nearly fall out of your seat, but you don’t even care. You stand up grabbing your tray and trashing it before following the guard. You aren’t sure what Gavin has to tell you, but you hope it’s good news. Gavin shifts slightly in his chair as he looks back to the photograph in his hand. He’s convinced the guards to let him bring this in here because it was the only clue they had about what was going on. The only evidence from any of the three incidences that could point toward who was responsible. He passed the photo to his other hand as he waited for you to arrive. He was told it’s dinner time, but he’d wanted to come here as soon as he’d received this. He was sure you’d forgive him for interrupting your dinner if this proved fruitful. He's still staring at the picture wondering who it could be when the door opens and you’re in front of him. He temporarily forgets what he wanted to show you as he takes in your appearance. You’d only been here for a couple of days, but you looked exhausted. He figured your stress was understandable given what had happened to Wanda this morning. Honestly that was another reason why he was here so late. He wanted to give you the good news that you were going to be released tomorrow. He tried to pull strings to get it done tonight, but he’d been given a bullshit answer about abiding by a set schedule for releasing inmates. Since Wanda was sent home from the hospital a bit ago and Steve and Pietro were planning to stay with her, he figured that it wouldn’t make that much of a difference. As much as he’s sure you want to see your wife, one last night hopefully won’t break you. “Gavin. Please tell me I’m getting out of here. Or at least that you have something for me.” Gavin doesn’t realize what you’re talking about at first, but the only thing he has for you is the picture. Wanda hadn’t been in the right mind to give him more of your meds. She was drugged up herself and she apparently immediately went to sleep. He watches as you move to sit down in front of him, just noticing that he was holding something in his hands. He decides to get to the point because he really should let you go back to dinner. “I do. Two things actually.”

Gavin tells you about how you’re getting out of here tomorrow morning, first thing. You smile widely and quite possibly for the first time since you spoke with your wife. You honestly don’t think that he could have given you better news than this, and you’re tempted to hug him. You’re sure it’s against the rules, but you don’t care. You are considering standing back up to do it when he holds up something, a picture in his hand and speaks up. What he says makes you stop and you have to remind yourself that it would be rude to reach over and grab the photo from his hand. “Also, I spoke with the security company, and they got a shot of the person who broke into the restaurant this morning.” Time seems to slow as Gavin flips the photo around and slides it toward you. You look down at it and see someone who’s wearing a hoodie, a pair of sunglasses, and a wide smile. You realize that she’s brunette because some of her hair peeks out from under her hood, but it’s the smile that does it for you. You feel your entire body stiffen as you realize who this is, and that she’s here in your city. She was in your wife’s restaurant. She’s found you. Wanda was asleep by the time that Natasha came by with some food for her. She was mostly checking in on her, but she figured she wouldn’t be cooking herself dinner so she picked up something on the way. She arrives a little after 7 and finds both Steve and Pietro in the living room with Natalya on the ground asleep. She was actually sleeping mostly on one of her shepherds, and with her thumb in her mouth she looked like the cutest thing. Natasha had to remind herself who she was here for, and that pictures would have to wait. She sets the dish on the counter before looking between the two tired men. “How’s everyone doing?” A loaded question if they’d ever heard one. Pietro groans under his breath as he looks to his niece who really does look precious. He’s glad that she’s sleeping because she’d had a long day of being out of the house. She hadn’t spent so much time away from Wanda in a while and she’d had another crying fit on the way home when Wanda couldn’t hold her. She was in too much pain and she’d also been so drugged that she was afraid of dropping her. “Well, Little Nat and Wanda are asleep, but here we are. Is Yelena, okay?’ Nat can only shrug at this because she can’t be sure at this time. She doesn’t want to get into it with them because they have their own thing going on. They don’t need to know that Yelena skipped out and disappeared for a day. “We’ll have to see. She’s with Kate, probably being ordered to rest. I heard that we had good news?” Bucky had told her most of it so far, but she wanted to hear what Pietro and Steve had to say about it. She’d seen the photo on Bucky’s phone, but she hadn’t recognized the brunette either. She figured that these two didn’t know her either, but she moves to sit beside Steve as he shakes his head. “We caught a face on camera, but they’re still trying to match it. We have no idea who she is.” Pietro nods in agreement. He hadn’t expected to recognize who it was, but it was still a little disappointing. He’s just glad to be out of the hospital and at least sitting down on something comfortable. He’d love to go to sleep, but he feels the need to stay up in case his sister needs anything. He doesn’t realize that she’ll likely be out until morning, maybe longer given the drugs she’s on. He sighs as he sits back and tries to get more comfortable as he stifles a yawn. “Yeah, and Y/n will be getting out of prison first thing tomorrow. We’ll pick her up at 9.” Nat smiles at the good news and she sighs in relief as she considers how your time in prison may have gone. She feels bad for not reaching out to you, but she’d hoped to see you a little sooner than this. She’s glad that Gavin is able to visit you, and the justice system isn’t doing too much to fuck you over at the moment. She was still terrified that they wouldn’t let you out. She hangs out for a little while to catch up, and she’s almost on her way out to let the boys relax when she realizes they’re almost asleep already. She considers what else she has to do tonight before deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to delay it for a bit. “How about you two try and get some rest? I’ll watch over things for a bit.” You don’t realize you’re sweating until you reach for the photo with clammy hands. You haven’t said a word and Gavin is a little worried by how stricken you look. He supposes it would be useless to ask if you recognized the woman, and he tries to figure out how to break the silence. You’re still lost in your horrifying thoughts of your abusive ex when Gavin finally speaks up. Your head snaps up and you watch as he shoots you a questioning look. “What would you like me to tell your family?” You don’t respond immediately because you’re stuck thinking about how you’re going to have to tell everyone, at the very least Wanda about this. You’d kept this secret to yourself for so many years, and you still weren’t really ready to talk about it. Somehow over the years, during all of your drunken benders, you’d never mentioned the woman to anyone. You were certain that everyone would be a little taken aback to hear about how you really ended up in Chicago all those years ago. “Please tell them that they all need to be careful. Things are going to get worse if we don’t find her.” Gavin doesn’t like the sound of this at all. He can tell that he’s about to lose you because you keep staring at the photo and getting a haunted look on your face. Although it’s not strictly necessary, he knows that everyone will ask so he figures he should try to have an answer for them. He’s not sure that what you tell him is of any real use though. “Who is she, Y/n?” You can’t bring yourself to answer him immediately. You open your mouth to respond but your breath catches in your throat. You haven’t said her name in nearly 13 years. You’d gotten around saying it during therapy despite talking about her a lot. You have to squeeze your eyes shut to keep yourself from panicking as you take a deep breath. You really never thought you’d have to say her name again. Not even after having that dream last week. “Her name is Hela. If you can remember me at my worst? She’s on a whole different level.”

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