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saidelia-draconis · 1 year

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Anger

Northbound on the opalescent path, Saidelia paused for a few nights to rest at a monastery, serving as a waystation for travelers. The food was admittedly middling, and the beds were harder than she would have expected. Though it was unlikely anyone had ever thought it would serve mortals and their creature comforts.

She rose from the stiff, straw bed, dressing and donning her armor before departing with her rucksack tucked handily underneath her cloak. Outside her room, whatever took the place of a sun was starting to shine. The golden rays and gentle warmth that spread across her face added a quiet tranquility that seemed to escape her daily life.

After breakfast, Saidelia departed from the living quarters, hurrying through the courtyard of aspirants in various stages of acclimation to their new lives. Such as they were. As she stopped to watch, she recognized a familiar face. A stern, solid man in his forties and jet-black hair with a hand on the shoulder of an aspirant. The two seemed in the middle of a conversation. The Kyrian man seemed stuporous, merely acting out the motions of his memory. Beyond him was a winged kyrian woman watching his trial. The pair sat in the mirage of a tavern, lazily sipping from mugs. The older knight had just ordered the two another round, and it seemed that the pleasantries had ceased.

"Listen, son. I understand where you're coming from, and how you feel. Believe me. It wasn't too long ago that I was a little like you. For what it's worth, I think you're a good enough kid. And if things were different, I wouldn't be coming down hard on you. I get that you're some hotshot noble's spawn, but this isn't a gala, and neither of you are doing each other any favors playing puppy love."

"Yes sir. I understand, but--"

"No, you don't understand. This isn't some place you can wag your dick around, damn the consequences. This is fucking Northrend. I know you catch a break from some of the higher-ups who are trying to catch a break on supplies or pick up cushy gigs on the mainland, but I'm not one of these shitheads you can bat those eyelashes at and write to daddy about. The girl's got a lot on her plate, and you and your honeyed words and coiffed hair are a distraction. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

"You don't understand, Sir Dominicus, I love her."

"Love? Fucking love? Kid, you have known each other for three months. What the fuck are you on about love? Both of you need to pull your heads out of your ass and wise up. The dead are howling at the walls with great big talons made out of bone that'll rip through your coat as easy as they rip through your belly. And she'll see all that. You? You'll be okay. You're here because your father wants you here. It puts a certain prestige on the Couseland name. What you and your father play? It's chess for shitheads. He pops you into the fire of war, but you don't serve. You spend your time as a bookkeeper. Maybe a field medic in the infirmary if you're brave. Then after a year - maybe a few months if your dad's real important - of fiddlefucking around, you're a sitting officer who couldn't tell me the difference between a ghoul and a geist. We're going to be lucky if everyone back home makes it out the other end of this alive. Guttersnipes like me and her? Here? Up north? The only difference between her and those shambling corpses is about thirty seconds. Neither of you need to plan for the future yet, and I don't want her getting fanciful notions of your grandeur." To add insult to injury, the man extends his pinky with a flourish

"So what, is she supposed to just supposed to fight, die, and rot? What's the point of trying to plan for a better life if this is all there is?"

"Yes. That's exactly what she'll do. Kid, this is life. This is the height of honors for some bumblefuck commoner. Those colors she plans on getting? They're a death sentence. You think if every asshole who got a title lived to tell about it, the balance of power would stay the same? Do you really think the scales aren't weighted? Couseland doesn't mean something on accident. Years ago, your great-whatever-grandfather cast his die and the crown decided he was enough of a sycophant to keep around. The difference between me and you? Your father is smart. He plays the game well. You think Dominicus didn't used to carry prestige? Folks used to quake in their boots when they heard it. Every name you've heard more than twice used to belong to a great house. The difference between me and you is that my father wasn't as smart as the other assholes in the room. He got a knife in the belly, and I was too young and idealistic to play the great game. Now I don't have the luxury of a future. I scrape by with my knuckles, hoping that I'm eventually either old or battered enough to earn one of those mythical armsmen's pensions soldiers tell themselves they'll get one day. Same as the girl. And you'd do well to keep her mind clear while she's out there. Fighting for that better world that you high society types get to enjoy."

The kyrian puffed up, mimicking the actions he took in life, finally pushed to stand up for himself. By now he was brimming with rage, staring up at a man who seemed almost taller in memory, and a good deal more imposing.

"Is that all you think of me? Like I'm some opportunist trying to swindle her out of her youth and innocence? A monster who's going to leave her dead, or an old spinster? As if I don't have any semblance of humanity? I love her, Syler. You may think that she's some scheme in my tangled web. Do you have any idea why I'm even here? I signed up for the Crusade. My father didn't push me into it, I came here because I care about what's happening to our world. I-- fuck, I want to help people. Because I have enough conviction to care about making the world a better place, as opposed to the doom and gloom you peddle. At least I stand for something."

The older man finally broke, uttering a guffaw as though it had struck him in the gut. He stared contemptuously down at the kyrian who now wore a different face in death. Saidelia watched captively, feeling an oddly voyeuristic curiosity as the two relived a conversation from years past. Finally, the knight looked up into the sky, drawing a deep, strained breath.

"You just don't get it, do you? I'm giving this talk because I used to be you. You know what? I will humor you. Walk me through how this goes. In our wildest dreams, you and Saidelia are alive, we win this war, and the Lich King is defeated. All this business is wrapped up and we even get cocoa made for us by Fordring himself. Now what? What are your next steps?"

The young kyrian's face contorted into a sneer, just as it did years ago. He was almost brimming with derision when he spoke. His plan was so plain, so simple, and yet he could not impress it upon the knight several decades his senior.

"Well, then I would marry her. I'd be able to work for my father. And she... well, she could do whatever she wanted."

"Sure. I follow you so far. And in a perfect world, you could both live vibrant and fulfilling lives. Meanwhile, in reality, a man of your stature would be shunned by polite society if word of your tryst, let alone a public wedding were to take place. Look at it from your parents' point of view. A young, promising noble besotted with a commoner?"

"She isn't a commoner. She told me about her grandfather. He was a general in the first war."

"Kid, I've met her father. Or at least that booze-pickled, shit-shoveling excuse of a man who knocked up her mother. Whatever money, power, and stature the Draconis name used to carry either burned when Stormwind did, or he drank it away. Including the pot he used to piss in. Now your family. You got brothers, sisters?"

"Three older sisters, one older brother."

"Right. So an inheritance split five ways. You're already getting far less than a fifth. You're the baby. Your parents see you without teeth, and all this poetic babble about what's good and right might be enough on its own for them to give you little more than a pittance. Not to mention your siblings. If they see you as harmless enough, they might even see fit to do you in themselves. After all, if they slip some cutpurse a few lousy gold, they get to keep your share. Return on investment, I believe they call it in the business."

The Kyrian opened his mouth to protest, only to be shut down with a wave of the knight's hand.

"Yes, yes. They're family, they love you, and they would never do that to you. It's not what your parents would have wanted. Believe me, I had the same thoughts when I was your age. You may not get it now. You may even hate me for it, but I'm trying to help you. In time maybe you'll realize that."

With a bit of careful maneuvering, the knight managed to pull part of his surcoat back, exposing a deep scar in the recess between his clavicle and neck. The kyrian gazed at it curiously, his eyes widening.

"No really, I had the same exact thoughts," he repeated, sounding almost forlorn. "It may not seem like it, son, but I am trying to help you. Just as much as I'm trying to protect her. You may not get it now. You may even hate me for it, but in time maybe you'll realize that. I don't hate you. I don't even think you're a shit person. But it'd do you well to smarten up and think with something other than your heart." He patted the kyrian on the shoulder. "Oh and kid?"

"Yes sir?" That last word carried a venom it hadn't previously "If you ever call me Syler again, I will skin you and line my boots with your hide. Now finish your pint and scram, yeah?"

The solemnity of the shade of Slyer Dominicus' words echoed in the silence. The man started to fade from view as the young kyrian's witness struck a vesper several times, reawakening the mand as the scene around him started to fade. Her voice was soft and cool, like gentle water running over him as he awoke. She set down her mallet, sitting with him and placing a hand on his.

"This memory seems to trouble you, Xipheles. I understand your trepidation. You have revisited it many times, and may yet many more. Please, I would have you speak of your troubles, so that we may resolve them. What perspective have you gained this time?"

Saidelia stood back, hesitant to interrupt the pair in the middle of their ritual. The younger Kyrian, apparently named Xipheles finally spoke. His voice sounded different. Still soft and melodic, yet it carried an aged quality that Saidelia didn't recognize in him.

"I... I don't understand. I know that I am not at peace with my memory, and yet I don't know why I am not at peace. I have witnessed it so many times. At first, I hated him. I hated the way he made me feel small, the way he assumed he could just assume how I felt and dictate it to me. I don't feel that anger anymore. I feel..."

"What is it you feel, Xipheles?"

"Pity?" He scowled, hardly believing the word himself. "I feel bad for him. His worldview was so narrow. As if he never had a choice in life; or at least, was never free of the choices he made. In life, I was convinced he was an asshole, but I guess I didn't understand that he was hurt too."

The kyrian woman smiled, soft and serene. "Empathy is far and away one of our most important tools as kyrians. The ability to understand what causes someone to take the actions that they take, and to see how the consequences shape them. Now, I would like to try one more meditation, if you would be so kind as to meditate one last time for today."

Xipheles nodded, slowly standing and closing his eyes once again, delving into that trancelike state. Strands of thin, wispy anima sprung from him, taking form. A row of howling ghouls began to charge. Opposite, an eerily familiar face that Saidelia recognized. Her own. In a line with her companions. Laying beside Xipheles was a wounded mage whom Saidelia remembered as Alvarez, whimpering piteously in a bloodstained robe. As the ranks of the undead drew closer, Xipheles seemed visibly horrified. He stammered out various incantations, hoping to stem the tide of horrors closing in on them. Saidelia felt a rush of panic, despite knowing the end of the memory. She leaped forward, taking the mallet and striking the vesper. Over and over as she desperately tried to dispel the ghouls. When she finished, panting and letting the mallet drop to the ground, the two kyrians looked on with shock and confusion. The elder of the two turned uncertainly towards Xipheles.

"I must consult with the archon. I am uncertain how to proceed," she stammered before taking flight and leaving the two to converse. Xipheles stared dumbfounded at the woman he used to know, still mentally piecing together the scene. She looked so real and yet so different from the paladin he remembered. She was older, haunted, and weathered.

"Saidelia?"

"Sam?"

#Timeskip #Writing

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pantestudines · 1 year

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"American Civil Religion" is grossly fascinating as a concept to me. Its shitty. It's fascist. I was raised in it. It still holds power over me in ways I hate. But It's inherently goofy... the only people really inducted Into it are like boy scouts and kids who were made to do student government in elementary school. Despite being obviously Christian the adherence to the first ammendment has turned it almost secular and, I think I could say, nontrinitarian? Like there's really only the One God in American Civil religion and as long as you are Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or otherwise Very Monotheistic its okay to worship him however you want. "jesus" isn't really a factor in it, just "God". Being an Athiest, however, even a culturally Christian one, is less acceptable. The flag is a holy icon, one with an intricate series of Rituals only rrally enforced by the initiated. Native Americans are treated like wise sages whose wisdom was passed on directly to the founding fathers (and I should note my absolute distaste in this practice here-- American Civil Religion really is awful in most cases but this one always makes my skin crawl). The military might as well be priests, because all of the "rituals" in American Civil Religion are directly tied to military practice. But that only really extends to officers and the ones in ritual... out of costume soldiers or those in normal combat gear aren't sanctified in the same way. Any career path is lauded, however, at least as Long as you are both upper middle class and providing a direct service to the country. Weirdly it almost sees businessmen as outsiders-- sometimes trustworthy, but the private citizen who isn't involved in the Scouts or VFWs or something are taught to be almost like sheep that one must protect. That's the point of the religion, to protect and serve "America's citizens". Or, more accurately, the state itself, but thats obvious. Actual conservatives and especially rural ones have a much different idea of Patriotism, I think. They don't trust the state, only the soldiers and the land they stole. They also want everyone to be conservatives. They value individual freedoms (as long as you use them to be an evangelical gun toting farmer). Meanwhile in American Civil Religion... you can be a Democrat, you can live in cities. They don't mind, and often do, appeal to the capital L "Liberals". They just want you to respect and revere the senate and capital buildings as places of worship. A different kind of patriotism. The only laws or religious observances seem to be the laws of the federal government itself, and perhaps whatever someone who outranks you tells you to do. I wonder how many people even really grew up with it as their only religious Influence, like I did? Is this what the elite politicians are raised to believe by their elite politician parents? Or do they just grimly control the strings, donating to ROTC programs and performing flag burnings for 90 year old veterans to boost vote numbers? Or is this religion purely for shitheads named Eric whose parents were rich and who could never understand why his attitudes towards money and race and politics were off-putting to his poorer friends? (And the friends who in turn didn't realize yet why Eric's money and spoiledness off-put them so much?) Hopefully the whole damn thing gets dismantled soon enough I will never have to find out, but until that day I will remain distantly intrigued.

#source: was a boyscout my entire life and American Civil Religion was the only religion i was actually raised in #(they dont actually call it American Civil Religion but after watching religion-for-breakfasts videos on it i started realizing things)#(about my childhood and the values placed on me)#while i do think a program like the scouts could be done in a good way the more i think about American Civil Religion the more im disgusted #i didnt even talk about eagle scouts... man #anyways. shits fucked. hate that this is a formitive part of me now

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mxtantrights · 3 years

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HAWKINS, INDIANA

MARCH 1985

Steve slid the box over to the hood of his car with a grin too wide for it to be good. The little shit already dragged me away from lunch to eat outside. Just the two of us. I knew something was coming I just didn't know what it was.

I took the box and opened up the lid.

A lasso. A bright red rope that looks like something from an actually farm.

"You know now that I have this you're in deep trouble right? This doesn't end well for you." I quipped without looking up at him.

"Can I get a head start?"

"You get five seconds starting now-one," I grab the lasso out of the box, it's already got a loop and everything. "Two," With the loop in my right hand and the coils in the other I swing it around to get used it it. "Three."

I look up and see Steve not even that far. If I didn't know him I wouldn't suspect he was a basketball player. Aren't they supposed to be fast?

I jog a bit to put less distance between us and throw the loop around him making sure to keep the momentum. It lands around his body and I pull hard on the rope and it tightens around his waist and arms.

Pulling him back to me and his car he's got a look of pure happiness on his face. "I guess I was right. You do know how to use a lasso."

I chuckle at him, shaking my head as well. Only Steve Harrington would willingly buy a lasso so that someone would catch him in it. I don't know another human being that would do that. No one.

"The only reasons that make sense for why you'd buy that is because you have a weird thing for cowgirls and being tied up." I speak.

My fingers are undoing the loop that he's in. He's not even squirming I know he's living for this shit.

Once I get him out he takes a breath and stretches his arms. My eyes try their best but I do catch his shirt go up and see a happy trail-

"Why would having a thing for cowgirls be weird?"

I didn't mind spending time in my high school. If I had to study there was the library, there was no reason not to use it. I just didn't like spending time in the middle school by myself. I wasn't by myself, the kids were the av room.

But I didn't want to ruin their game. The room was so small and you could only do so much before you got bored. So I decided to take a walk around the middle school. It wouldn't have bothered me if I was just a normal teenager.

I remember the hallway where the demogorgon busted through the wall. Eleven used her powers to take down those men.

The hairs on my arms are standing up when I come across it.

The classroom we were in when she disappeared. I know she's alive and okay, we all are. But it's like all my brain can focus on is those moments. The dust settling, Elven gone. I walk inside of it and close the door behind me.

My life wasn't normal before this night. I don't think it'll ever be normal after.

I can hear the door click open, meaning I've been caught. Some teacher is probably wondering why I'm snooping in their classroom. If I was stealing something.

I turn to the front door "Sorry I got lost," I stop myself when I see my mother. My mother in the doorway with two men behind her. "I thought you were gone?"

She gives them a look, and the wait outside as she steps into the room. I slowly back away from her. Crap where was my lasso when I needed it? I left my bag in the av room. I look around the room for any phone box but I can't really find it.

"Jessie I'm not here to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you." She says, getting closer.

Yeah right! Like erasing my memories and making me do things to people-horrible things to people? That shit hurt me even though it didn't leave a physical bruise. It all hurt in the end.

I put the desk in between us.

I raise my hand at her, palm flat. "Stop right there. Don't come any closer to me. I don't want anything to do with you."

"I just wanted to give you everything that was erased from you."

What?

Why would she do that? Why would she willingly give me back whatever memories she had erased? There has to be something in it for her, I just can't tell what it is yet. Do I even want to know what she's up to ?

I shake my head at her. "No I don't want them back. The only thing I could ever want from you is for you to leave. Leave us all alone."

"You didn't tell him what you did, did you?" The way she asks me that is not sincere.

No I didn't tell my father that I killed someone using my mind. I don't plan on doing it anytime soon either. He already found out there was a monster in his bed he doesn't need to know about his killer-daughter.

Dayton knows. And he keeps on telling me it's not my fault, I know that- I just don't feel it. If my big brother is telling me that it's not my fault then what the hell is my dad gonna tell me? The same thing? Or that it's my mothers fault?

Either way, playing the blame game doesn't help me much. All it does is reiterate the fact that i used my abilities to kill someone. Whether I meant to or not, if I knew it or not. I still did it.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"fuck you."

"You should know everything, shouldn't you? All of the details, all of the memories?" She asks but I don't respond. I just keep my distance, and keep my mouth shut. She puffs out a breath and nods her head. "If you ever want to know, use this."

I watch as she takes out a card from her jacket pocket and places it lightly on the desk.

Then I watch as she turns around and walks out of my life again. I thought the first time would also be the last time but apparently I was wrong. I don't know what she wants from me now, but she's definitely not done with me.

She closes the door and I feel like I can breathe normally again.

My eyes scan the card she left on the table. On it is a typed name and then something scribbled below it.

SAM OWENS

ASK FOR GLENDALL

I push open the door and sure enough the kids are all there.

I just stand there for a moment.

Do I even say anything to anyone?

If I say something to Mickey is he gonna wanna see our mother? Is he gonna tell dad? Or Dayton? What if I told my dad? What would he do? Hunt her down? Hunt down Larry Kline, the mayor of our town? Would he tell Hopper?

What if I told no one?

I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder. I almost want to let out a yelp or a scream. But I don't. I don't because I know it can't be her or anyone she knows. She left. I don't know for how long but she's gone.

Turning my head I look up at Steve. Somehow it was always him.

"Look at our little shitheads."

HAWKINS, INDIANA

MARCH 1985

I opened the door to the police station and felt instantly warmer. It definitely beats the cold outside. I step inside and un zip my jacket a little bit. I can't stay long, it already took long enough to ride here during lunch period. I've also got to ride back.

At the front desk is Florence, at the ready to greet me.

"Jessie how are you honey?"

I smile. "I'm good. Just wanted to see if Hopper was in."

She makes a face- he's probably in a mood- and points behind her. I thank her and head in to the station. I can see the other officers, who probably know my dad. Who will probably tell him I was here.

I can make up a lie for that if need be.

I just needed to see Hopper.

He's standing over someone, hands on his hips like he's about to scold them. I should probably save them from the torture. I clear my throat to get his attention and it works. He turns around to face me.

"Jessie? What are you doing here?" He asks me as I step closer to him. I don't need other people catching what I'm saying.

"I need your help with something. Something that needs to stay between us." I say pointing between the two of us to paint the picture for him.

He looks around the office before nodding over to an empty office. I almost let out a yelp when he pushes me in front of him and into the office. He then closes the door behind us and gives me the hands on hips.

He's gonna scold me?

"Now wait a minute before you lecture me on being out of school I need to show you," I dig into my coat pocket until my fingers feel the card in question. I pull it out of my pocket and hold it out for him to take from me. "this."

He takes it and looks at the card. His expression changes very quickly. "Where did you get this?"

"My mother gave it to me." He makes another face now and I nod my head at him. "I was at the middle school and she came out of nowhere claiming she wanted me to have all of my memories back."

I can hear him let out a sigh as he begins to rub his forehead. "Your mother made contact with you and you didn't tell anyone?"

"I didn't know what to do but now I'm coming to you Hopper." I try to explain my actions but really it sounds like bullshit. I was scared about going to anyone else.

"Why me? Why not your dad? Your brother?" He asks me, already knowing the answer. "You don't want to tell them that she came back. Or that you can get your memories back."

I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. "If I tell them anything it opens a can of worms that I don't feel like talking about with them."

"But you'd talk about it with me?"

I roll my eyes at that. "If it wasn't clear before I trust you to be impartial."

He walks over to the desk and leans against it, facing me. "Jessie I need you to tell me what your so scared to tell your family."

I killed a man. That's what I'm so scared of. I'm a killer. Yes it's not black and white but the gun still went off. The bullet still killed someone. I did that. I'm the reason. And there is always this lump in my throat and this thumping in my heart that appears when I think about it.

I clear my throat and try to make sure my voice doesn't crack. "I killed someone. I made a man pull the trigger on himself."

When I look at him, he's already looking at me. And I do not need to see that look from someone else. So I look down at the floor instead. My dirty white converse. Anything instead of having to go through this again.

"I know the man whose name is on this card. He's been helping me with Jane. He's not a bad guy." He explains.

Okay so the man who could potentially give me back my memories is not a bad man. If Hopper is getting help from him, he trusts him to some extent. That's good to know. But what I don't want to know? What I don't want to stumble upon? Is me killing someone else.

I look up from the floor now. "I don't want to get them back. I'm perfectly fine the way I am. I need your help figuring out why my mother wants me to have my memories back. I mean she came back and risked being seen so it has to be something."

"What if it's nothing Jessie?"

I look at him sharply.

"It is something! For all of my life she's been doing this to me, these experiments or tests, whatever. And then she wipes them clean because she can't have her experiment walking around knowing it's an experiment." I walk towards him during my rant.

"Jessie she's go-" Hopper tries to interject but I don't let him. I'm not done.

"She's been in control the whole time. She's been toying with me for my whole life! And it's finally over and she leaves! She doesn't explain, she doesn't say she was wrong, she doesn't say jack shit to me! She just turns her back on me! Her precious experiment!" My voice starts to get louder and louder- I don't realize it because all I can see is red. All I can feel is red.

"Hey, Jessie-"

"I thought she was leaving for good! I thought there couldn't possibly be anything left for her to do to me! But then she comes back! She comes back and she tells me she didn't want to hurt me! She wants me to remember that I kill-" My words start hitting me back and my voice croaks at the end.

Hopper grabs my shoulders and makes that red that I've been seeing snap away.

"Jessie you were being controlled. You didn't have a choice in this. You were just a kid. She's the one who knew what she was doing. She's the one to blame here." He talks like- like I didn't just tell him I killed someone. Like it doesn't matter.

"But it's something. She walked away from me that night with no intention of coming back and now here she is- coming back into my life. I need to know why Hopper, I need to-"

"I'll contact him." He nods to me.

"You'll ask him about my mother?" I ask him and he nods again. "O-okay."

"Now you need to tell your dad what's happening. Beck wouldn't ever blame you, Jessie. The guy loves you and your brothers like theres nothing else in the world. He'll listen, he'll understand."

#DAMSEL #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things #IT"S THE LASSO #The lasso of love-#I'll shut up

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theamberwriter · 5 years

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Levi’s Secret [Mod!Levi Ackerman||Fem!Reader]

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader [Mod!AU]

Word Count: 2012

Warning: Cursing, pregnancy

A/N: I posted this a while ago on Quotev, DeviantArt, and Wattpad (I think). I updated it for you all!

Levi Ackerman, co-vice president for one of the most powerful companies in the world, Titan Industries, has a secret. Nothing dangerous - well, maybe it will be if anyone finds out, but it'll only be dangerous to their health. He plans on keeping it that way as long as he can. The shitheads he works with don't need to know about his personal life.

But what is that secret?

If one were to go into the upper left-hand drawer, supposing they got the key, and found the insert in the bottom of it. One could find a mysterious paper object lying flat in the bottom of it.

But what is this object?

Well the other VP Hanji Zoe is determined to find out. She's continuously caught the short man looking at – something – in the drawer. But even the security cameras can't reveal what it is. She only knows where the mysterious object is located. News spread quietly around the office when Hanji blabbed, and some people began to take bets; a porn magazine, nudes of his wife and just regular ole important papers were among the guesses.

Almost everyone wants to know what is in that drawer.

Even the president, Erwin Smith, who is an old friend of the co-VP, is curious about Levi's mysterious drawer.

Hanji knows better, though, than to ask the stoic short man about his secret. She knows he’d blow her off, or threaten her, or move the thing – whatever it is. Hanji also knows better than to ask his wife, [Name], who will only give her a mysterious smile and tap the side of her nose to tease her.

No amount of begging will force [Name] to give out any of her husband’s secrets. And not in fear of Levi getting angry, but because she loves to mock the nosey woman. [Name] knows a side of Levi nobody does, knows things that no one else knows – and that drives Hanji crazy, she wants to know everything. Mostly just so she can pester and tease her short friend about it.

Currently, it is a Friday morning – about 10:54 AM. In the main HQ of Titan Industries, in front of a large set of double doors up on the 34th floor, can be found a certain brunette Hanji Zoe and a young office worker from the floor below. Eren Jeager is the long-time friend Levi’s younger cousin, Mikasa, who also worked in the office.

“Hanji,” says Eren, looking nervously about him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course, it is,” reassures the woman as she slowly opens the door. “Shorty’s in a meeting, and shouldn’t be back for a while. Besides, I know exactly where to look. I’ve seen him do it a million times on the cameras. – look, just signal me if something goes amiss, alright?”

Eren sighs, his shoulders slumping. “Right.”

The woman creeps into the room, after ruffling Eren’s hair, and slowly makes her way over to the pristine desk. She is going to try not to mess it up – it’s so tempting! But she is also trying not to get caught, so she resists the urge.

Ever so gently, Hanji removes the pen she always sees Levi use from its place in the mug on his desk. It’s one [Name] gave him Hanji notices (even after having seen it a million times, she never took note of what was on it), it’s pictures of their wedding and honeymoon a few years before. But, to Hanji’s dismay, there is no picture of the man smiling or being anything but his usual self! [Name] must have made this specifically for his desk.

With a sigh, Hanji shakes her head and kneels to retrieve the key from under the desk. If one didn’t look closely, they would miss the small key held in brackets screwed to the top of the desk. The brunette carefully slides the gold key out, glancing it over once, before shoving it in the lock and turning it. She flinches as it makes a soft click sound.

Sliding out the drawer, Hanji then looks for the spot where the tip of the pen would fit. It’s hard to spot, even with the sunlight streaming in the wall of windows behind her. But she does find it. She grins to herself as she lifts up the insert. Standing, Hanji puts her hands under the panel and feels for the edge of the object. When she finds it, she fishes it out and drops the insert.

Placing the pen on the desk, the woman looks at what’s in her hand. At first, it appears to be a white folder but as she flips it over, she finds it’s something else. Hanji’s eyes widen, a squeal escaping her throat. So it was none of the dirty things the office workers conjured up.

She completely ignores the loud, ‘Hello, Mr. Ackerman!’ that Eren just about yells from outside the door. Nor does she hear the growl from the short man as he snaps at the boy to ‘quit fucking shouting’ and ‘get the hell away from his door if he’s just going to stand there like a dumbass.’ Hanji also completely ignores the short man as she runs out of the office to tell Eren of her discovery, even though she tosses him a ‘hey, shorty.’

“Eren, you will never believe –” starts Hanji, but then stops as she realizes that the short man is seething behind her.

“Oi! Shitty Glasses!” grits Levi, his fists clenched as he glares her down. “Who in the hell gave you permission to go in my office when I’m not there?! And how the fuck did you get that – give it to me!”

But Hanji simply turns and runs, ditching her heels and knee-highs as she does so that she doesn’t trip or slip. Levi immediately takes off after her, but not before glaring at young Eren and snapping at him to get back to work; Eren shakily does as he’s told.

Hanji, meanwhile, sprints down the stairs and runs to one of the desk lined floors. Waving the thing in the air, she yells, “I’ve got it!”

When people look up, all they see is her running with Mr. Ackerman hot on her heels. She only stops when Erwin enters the floor, having seen the commotion on the cameras. Levi stops as well, and then he and Hanji begin to sprint and jump in circles around the president. But this stops as Erwin takes the thing from Hanji, who’s now behind him, while Levi glares down his friend from in front.

“Erwin. Give. Me. That!” spits Levi, but Erwin sighs and shakes his head as he holds the object high above his head – knowing that his tiny friend can’t reach that without assaulting him.

“Sorry, Levi,” mutters the blonde. “Everybody’s just curious.”

“It’s none of their damn business! – and why do those shitheads know that I keep that in my – four eyes, what the fuck?!” Levi’s glare shifted over the broad shoulders of his boss, to where Hanji’s eyes were just popping over them.

“Well I couldn’t keep to myself that you had a secret, now could I?! – and anybody who said it was porn or nudes has lost their bet, I hope you know!” calls Hanji, at this Levi whips around the glare down everybody in the room. Especially those forking over money, or claiming they had to go to the bank.

“S-So, what is it?” stutters poor little Armin Arlert from his desk nearest the trio.

“It’s none –” starts Levi, but he is cut off by Erwin.

“You might as well tell us, or else Hanji will,” states the blonde. From behind him, Hanji agreed and began to bounce excitedly.

The raven-haired man glares but then sighs in defeat. “Fucking fine! Give it.”

Erwin carefully lowers the object into his friend’s expectant hand. Turning, Levi faces the floor with the white side showing. But then, he turns it around and looks grumpily away.

Slowly, people gather to get a better look – it’s a thin paper picture frame.

DADDY’S LITTLE BABY is hand done in pale orange block letters across the top of the paper frame. Around the outside is decorated in swirls and dots, it even has a mint green bow tied in two holes punched in the corner. In the frame, lies a black and white ultrasound picture.

“Levi’s gonna be a daddy!” shouts Hanji, running around to throw her arms around the man. Levi growls at her but says nothing.

Erwin puts a hand on Levi’s shoulder, smiling lightly down at him. “Congratulations, Levi.”

“Yeah, thanks,” is all he mutters.

Hanji chuckles, “you could be a bit happier!”

“How the fuck can I?! You damn bunch of shit minded assholes weren’t supposed to fucking know! You shouldn’t even know I’m fucking married, but somebody had to go running her damn big shitty mouth!” Levi spits, glaring around the group gathered.

Hanji and Erwin roll their eyes, Hanji ruffling Levi’s hair. “How could I not?! It was exciting! Also, how were you going to explain the fact that [Name]’s in here all the time?! She probably would have told us herself!”

“What would I have told you?” [Name]’s voice cuts through the chatter. People move to the side as the woman pushes her way through with a box in hand. She smiles sweetly lightly as she sees Levi seemingly presenting the picture frame she made him three months ago for his birthday. “Aww, Levi, you’re showing off our babies!”

The plural catches Levi’s attention, any thought of a blush disappearing. Levi raises an eyebrow slightly. “Babies?”

[Name] giggles, nodding and holds out the box to him. Slowly, he takes it while handing her the frame. He eyes her warily as he opens the box. Inside is a new ribbon and an ultrasound picture clearly showing two circles – twins?! Levi about drops the box at this, but only [Name] notices.

“Twins?!” yells Hanji, causing the man to flinch away from the loud sound.

“Yes, Hanji,” [Name] chuckles loudly. “Levi and I are having twins. Can I have a small hole punch someone?”

More chatter flutters through the room, and then Armin shuffles up with a punch. He mutters a ‘congratulations’ to which the woman smiles. Punching through two more holes in the frame, [Name] hands the punch back and walks up to Levi. He just stares intently at her.

[Name] ties the new ribbon through the holes, and then slips in the new ultrasound. Also paper clipping on a matching ‘S’ that was hidden beneath it onto the end of ‘baby.’ The misspelling makes Levi cringe, but he knew it was his wife’s attempt to be funny.

“How long have you known? When the hell did you get that done?!” utters Levi, watching [Name]’s face intently.

[Name] kisses his cheek with a smile. “I went about two weeks ago, when you were out of town.”

“And you’re just now telling me?! We have to go get more shit for the nursery!” hisses Levi, causing Hanji to laugh loudly.

“Don’t worry shorty! We’ll throw you a baby shower!” she says, as though it’s simple. Levi goes to glare, but [Name] cuts in.

“I’d appreciate that Hanji,” she says, “Levi wasn’t going to let me invite any friends.”

“Forget just friends! We’ll have the whole damn building doing in on it! All 35 floors!” announces the insane brunette, bouncing up and down again.

Before Levi could stop her, Hanji began to ramble on and on about all that could be done. As well as going around and assigning things to each employee, who was still in shock that their grumpy boss was going to be a father.

And, though he despises the brunette sticking her nose in his business, Levi knew it made [Name] happy to have everyone finally know.

Suddenly, Levi doesn’t mind sharing his secret.

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safflowerseason · 5 years

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Second question! What do you think drew Dan and Amy to one another? What you do think defines their connection?

Hi Anon - apologies that this response took a while! It’s a big question and I wanted to think it over without simply copying @thebookofmaev, who wrote her own wonderful response to the same question that everyone should read.

I wrote about what Amy finds so appealing about Dan in this post here (essentially, she gets to be herself around him), so I won’t bore everyone by repeating myself.

As for Dan…I tend to the view he really had written her off as a person of “interest” to him after they dated. I’m sure he was attracted to her, thought she was funny and smart and charming in her way, and obviously useful. But for Dan, none of that is enough to capture his attention permanently. I guess what I’m saying is that however much Dan might have liked Amy personally, I don’t believe he thought Amy was that different from any other D.C. woman that he’d dated (except maybe more naive). (I also really doubt she was Selina’s chief of staff when they dated, otherwise Dan wouldn’t have dumped her after just three dates…which means that professionally, she’s not quite as distinctive yet from her peers.)

My reasoning for this is that a part of their relationship arc in S1 (and early S2 as well) is Dan’s discovery that Amy can be as ruthless and cunning and ambitious as he is, and that discovery explicitly changes his opinion of her. His reaction in 1.04 to Amy’s bargain with O’Brien is very impressed and also very unsubtle: “You’ve gone up like ten levels in my estimation.” What initially draws Dan to Amy in a real way is the knowledge of what she’s truly capable of accomplishing and that her limits are just as flexible as is . That’s when he starts to actually respect her, to regard her as a real ally, a formidable strategist in her own right that he really needs. She’s no longer someone he sees as temporarily useful. He learns that she’s as smart as he is, is even better than him at certain things, and she’s willing to go as low as him when it’s needed. All this makes her more attractive to him. (I don’t mean that Dan thinks they’re the same. But he does recognize something in her that he sees in himself—a drive for power that he thought only he held—and that makes him sit up and pay more attention.)

In S1, they still jockey a bit longer for influence with Selina, but by S2, Dan has stopped trying to win favor by cutting out Amy. He also spends the back half of S2 consistently telling her he might quit, which is his backhanded way of implying that she should leave with him. And when he learns that she really is thinking about leaving, he officially tells her they should jump ship together.

Once Dan learns that Amy is actually worth his time and attention, I think that opens the door for all the other stuff he does like personally about her to resonate more, to become more important to him. Her intensity, her vulnerability, her blazing temper, her coolness under fire…Amy is an intoxicating paradox in her own way, and Dan loves that (plus, he’d be bored otherwise, and he gets to be the only guy who can figure her out.) And because he respects her more than anyone else, it’s a million times more satisfying to win an argument with her or to tease her and watch her transparently react to him. And Amy is beautiful and smart and witty…in all the ways, she’s very good for Dan’s ego. (In the Iannucci years, Anna Chlumsky’s undeniable physical beauty does not seem to be a part of Amy’s Washington identity in the same way that it is for Dan, but whatever, Amy looks like Anna Chlumsky and she is absolutely lovely. The less said about how Amy’s appearance is treated during the Mandel years, the better.)

We talk a lot about how Amy gets to be herself around Dan, but in a way, I think it’s true for Dan as well. Amy sees right through him, so he doesn’t have to pretend to be a doting boyfriend or a sycophantic staffer or even a decent human being. He can be open in his disregard for everyone else in their office (and everyone else in D.C.), he can whine constantly, plot and scheme openly, he can be a sociopathic robot and Amy just takes it in stride because she understands him and doesn’t expect him to be anything else. So we have Amy and Dan getting to be their perfectly flawed selves around each other, and their relationship works because they are exactly what the other person needs, personally and professionally. It works right up until Nevada, where Amy learns at the exact worst moment that Dan is still willing to sacrifice her in the name of career advancement and Dan learns that there are still limits to how much of a shithead he can be around Amy for her to keep him in her life, which promptly makes him furious. (I have to stop myself here before I go into another long tangent about their fight in 5.03, I could write a novel about it, I love it so much and am profoundly grateful it comes early enough in the Mandel years that it fits with their dynamic in the early seasons.)

In addition to their fiery physical and intellectual chemistry, I also think that Dan and Amy do share the general life compatibility that is crucial for a relationship to really function. They have similar values, namely that they hate everyone else, have very dark views of human nature, and want to gain power at almost any cost (these values just manifest themselves in different character traits). They’re both workaholics (this applies more to S1-S5 Dan than S6-S7 Dan) and obsessed with their jobs. Amy’s never going to be waiting around at home for Dan to come home from work, in other words, because Amy’s at work too. While Dan might be slightly less intense than Amy, there’s nothing to indicate that he’s not working as hard as she is.

And in their off-hours, Dan and Amy want to do the same thing, which is talk about work outside of the office. It’s not like Amy wants to go to the movies and Dan wants to go for a hike (hahaha). They’d both just rather to go to bar and bitch about work while drinking tequila or order in food and yell at the tv. And while Dan is more openly attracted by the financial benefits of a high-powered political career (and the attendant status symbols, like a fancy car or a luxury apartment), it’s not as though Amy is so pure about politics that she’s opposed to permanent financial security. Her problem with lobbying wasn’t the money, after all. So they share an appreciation for that dimension of political life as well.

A lot of words to say: I think what Amy and Dan find in each other is the ultimate partner. And I mourn for the pre-hiatus version of S7, where they would have figured out a way to make that partnership permanent, all the while pretending not to.

#veep #dan egan #amy brookheimer #dan x amy #they are so twisted and messed up and terminally into each other #i love them and their dysfunction

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snakevalentino · 5 years

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Intro to Valentino

Is that [VALENTINO EMMANUEL DE LA CRUZ]! It’s so nice to see them back at Hogwarts! [HE] is [16], and a [SIXTH YEAR] [SLYTHERIN] and totally looks like the muggle [FROY GUTIERREZ]. They are known to be [DETERMINED], and [ASSERTIVE] but also have a tendency to be [SADISTIC] and [MANIPULATIVE]. There are whispers around the castle that in the unrest that is brewing they are [SIDING WITH THE NIGHT WALKERS]. [OTHER INFO: Slytherin beater, hitwizard for the Night Walkers]

Full Character Name: Valentino Emmanuel de la Cruz. But a lot of people just call him Val.

Does your character have siblings? What are their names?: Nope.

What is your characters best subject in school? It’s not taught at Hogwarts, but Dark Arts. If we’re picking off the actual curriculum, probably Charms.

What is your characters wand? Rougarou hair core, yew, 11 inches. Since he started school in North America, that’s where he got the wand. The wandmaker definitely looked uneasy when a rougarou core picked him. It wasn’t a wand she’d made herself, but one of many unsold ones from the American wandmaker Violetta Beauvais, who kept the fact that she used the cores secret since they are “believed to have an affinity for the Dark Arts, like vampires to blood, as the Rougarou itself is a highly dangerous beast.”

Can your character cast a Patronus? What is it? What memory do they use?: He can’t (yet??? who knows), but if he could, it would be a bull shark.

Who is your characters best friend?: He gets along decently well with his housemates — the pureblood ones at least — but if he had to pick a person, it would be Balthazar. They have the same lack of inhibitions.

Does your character look up to anyone? Who? His parents. Joaquin and Regina de la Cruz. They own an empire, and crush their opponents under their feet like they’re nothing. Val wants that for himself one day, and he wants a partnership like the one his father has with his mother too. They’ve found a common darkness within one another, and they see each other as equals and for who they really are. It’s the kind of true love that Val wants to find one day. Working together and loving each other makes them both better, stronger and he’s always idolized them as the perfect kind of couple.

What is your characters relationship like with their family? Valentino is the apple of his parents’ eye. They spoil him mercilessly and have built up quite an ego within him. The child of the union between two powerful and rich Mexican and Indigenous (Caxcan) pureblood families in Mexico, Valentino has always felt special. Like the rules didn’t apply to him and that the world owed him everything and his parents certainly fostered that sentiment within him. They won’t hear a word against their son and they will use their power, money, influence — and let’s be real, threats — to keep him out of trouble and make sure nothing’s ever linked back to him or on his record.

If your character has siblings, do they have a favorite? No siblings.

What is your characters go-to spell in a duel? Crucio. It’s efficient. But sometimes he wants to draw things out, watch people bleed, so he’ll use something else.

What spell does your character use most often? Obliviate. Sometimes he wants the extra insurance that his victims won’t tattle, so he makes sure they forget who’d hurt them.

Five or more facts/headcanons about your character:

He *hates* being in Defense Against the Dark Arts. It’s a stupid, pointless class filled with propaganda. The Dark Arts are a beautiful thing and he’s been trained in them since he was a child. It’s just one more kind of magic, censoring it won’t achieve anything.

Val is actually sharp as a whip. Along with excelling in most of his classes, he can speak English, French, Spanish and Portuguese. He picked up French and Portuguese during his brief time at Ilvermorny. If he applied himself to literally anything good, he’d probably make the world a better place, but alas, he’s a sadistic little shithead.

He has an owl named Luci — short for Lucifer. He doesn’t *love* it, but he’s certainly fond of it.

Because his mother is Caxcan, she knows magic that isn’t known or understood outside of Mexico’s Indigenous wizarding community. They’re tightly kept secrets, only meant to stay within the tribe, and Valentino knows those spells and cherishes them, holding them close to his chest. They’re a secret between he and his mother — Joaquin knows they know these spells of course, but he understands it’s not his place to try and learn them. Sometimes Val thinks about teaching them to his own children one day, and keeping the magic going.

Val knicks books from the Restricted Section all the time. It’s not like security at Hogwarts is particularly good. Besides if they really didn’t want students reading those books about the Dark Arts, they wouldn’t have them in the library, would they?

Bio:

Valentino is an asshole and he’s not afraid to admit it. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and two parents that constantly reminded him that he was better than the people around him and could do everything and anything, he never really learned the meaning of consequences.

The de la Cruzes run a secret, underground operation where they’re working to figure out the secret immortality. They’re not foolish. They’re not going after it in the absolutely irresponsible, ridiculous way that Tom Riddle did it. Instead, they have a lab, full of creative, and equally bigoted wizards, happy to test out different things on a variety of muggles that were nicked from places they’d never be noticed. What’s one homeless person off the streets of London? It’s just a drop in a bucket. Once they figure it out, then they’ll do it on themselves, but they’re not going to start hacking at their own souls or become shells of themselves to do it. On the surface though, they run several powerful wizarding businesses. It’s all kosher. Nothing to see here. What’s not to love about Joaquin and Regina? They’re such lovely company, and the pride of wizarding high society.

When Val was five, his babysitter fell asleep while she was meant to be watching him. He covered her in a blanket, and then ventured out of his room to go find his parents. Once he’d located them in his father’s office, he stumbled into an unexpected scene: his father torturing two men and their families, including children, because the men had broken a deal with them. Joaquin decided that now that he had seen what they did, it was time he step into the family business. Joaquin talked him through his actions, Regina making sure her son was listening carefully to his father, and in the end, Joaquin made sure Valentino was holding onto his wand when he cast a killing curse, so that he’d know what it felt like. He also made sure Valentino watched as he killed the rest, including a child his age. Regina killed the babysitter after — Margarita had been sleeping on the job after all, and that’s not what she was paid to do. The saga was what awakened something in Val, and it sparked his continuous desire to be better, stronger more powerful as well as his fascination with the Dark Arts.

He started school at Ilvermorny when he was 11, and was sorted into Wampus. He didn’t enjoy his time there and found the school’s overwhelming focus on harmony and stamping out the dark arts to be insufferable. He often skipped Defense Against The Dark Arts class and used that time to teach himself the Dark Arts instead. When he was in third year he hexed a classmate so badly he permanently disfigured him — and was lucky the student didn’t die because of the attack — and that was the last straw for the administrators at Ilvermorny. They expelled him but a large donation from his parents kept the truth from coming to light. Instead, the public story as it stands is that his parents moved the entire family to England so he could attend Hogwarts as it’s a more prestigious institution. He hasn’t had any explosions quite as violent as the one that got him kicked out of Ilvermorny quite yet, but with his activity with the Night Walkers, it’s safe to say that may not stand anymore.

He doesn’t necessarily believe in the Night Walkers’ cause but he’s always up for some mayhem and causing pain. But really he’s after glory, admiration and prestige for himself, not whatever the Night Walkers are working towards. But it’s a means to an end. He plays to the beat of his own drum, but for now, the Night Walkers are useful for him to be in.

Despite his foul temper, he’s also *very* popular and has a bit of a reputation within school as a playboy as he’ll fall into bed with nearly any guy who wants him. Like everything else, his parents keep his “indiscretions” on lock-down too — he’s gay, and they support that fully, they just don’t want tabloids smearing his name just because he likes to hit it and quit it. He can be incredibly charming when he wants to be and is a truly believable liar, and that keeps the normally sharp Hogwarts administration on his side.

#rsmintro #intro #about #blood tw #torture tw #murder tw #//maybe child abuse tw depending on what you think of letting ur child be accomplice to murder at the tender age of five???

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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Hihi ~ ❤️❤️Can request a continuation of Levi and the Assistant Civilian Where Levi goes to confess to her? >\\

Warning: Cursing

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I arrived outside the HQ belonging to the Scouts, my mother had recently just told me that my family was moving to a different part in Wall Rose, the opposite side of the wall to be exact. This means I don’t think I’ll see any of my friends again. She told me this during breakfast this morning and I’ve never felt more sick and upset than before.

Walking into the HQ I was greeted by Hanji and Moblit who welcomed me back happily. ‘’Good morning Y/N! How are you?’’ Hanji grinned widely as Moblit smiled to me, biting my lip I knew I couldn’t keep this from them forever. ‘’Hanji I need to tell you something..’’ I say walking towards her and Moblit, her grin fades into a concerned look. ‘’What is it Y/N? Are you okay?’’ she questioned, I nodded looking up to her ‘’my mother… she told me during breakfast that we’ll be moving to the opposite side of Wall Rose next week… I won’t get to see you or the others again..’’ I mutter as Hanji’s shoulders slump, glancing to Moblit she motions for him to leave.

When Moblit is out of sight Hanji abruptly picked up my smaller form and hugged me tightly. ‘’Oh Y/N! You can’t leave mee~ Whatever shall I do!’’ the scientist joked making me giggle lightly before my dull mood returned as we began walking through the corridors of the HQ. Hanji had her arm over my shoulder as we talked.

‘‘I don’t want to go, I’ll miss you, the others and Levi’‘ I whine to her, Hanji pouts before her face lit up slightly. ‘‘And Levi?’‘ she asked as a smirk crept onto her thin lips, my cheeks exploded into a blush. ‘‘Fine.. You got me there you mad woman, but don’t tell him please Hanji don’t’‘ I plead to her as she cackles nodding. Hanji eventually calmed down ‘‘such a tragic love story… You two would have been a power couple together but you gotta leave..’‘ Hanji looked sad, I attempted to pat her shoulder in comfort.

Standing outside the crowded mess hall, Hanji swung open the doors with a loud bang making everyone go silent. Stepping in she stood at the railings by the little staircase, following her in I stood next to her a little concerned about what she’ll do. Coughing loudly Hanji turned back to the massive crowd ‘’Hello everyone! As you all know! I’m Section Commander Hanji and this is Y/N! Now I got sad news for you all tonight!’’ Hanji exclaimed, sadness laced in her once bubbly voice. Motioning to me she pulled me into her side and wrapped an arm around me ‘’our dearly beloved Y/N is leaving! For the opposite side of Wall Rose next week! Now! Let’s not her through too much hassle since we might not see her again! Thank you~!’’ Hanji finished with a smirk as tables of people started to whisper and talk. ‘Oh god, Hanji why…’ you thought inwardly as she dragged you through the crowds towards the superior table after getting your food.

Sitting down next to the woman you began to eat as Hanji hummed quietly eating her own food, Levi was across from you, to his left was Erwin and to his right was Miche. I soon finished my food and sat there lost in an ocean of thoughts. ‘’So you’re moving Y/N?’’ Erwin asked, looking towards the blonde I nod lightly, sighing I rest my chin on the palm of my hand. ‘’Yeah.. my mother is making us move across Rose so we can live closer to some family members that live there…’’ I mutter, Erwin sent me a sympathetic look ‘’well at least you’ll be closer to family right?’’ he attempted to cheer me up, biting the inside of my cheek I shrugged. ‘’I haven’t even met them, I just want to stay here with you guys… Everyone here is like family to me’’ I tell him gazing around the mess hall at the familiar faces of my friends.

I could feel Levi’s cold grey orbs stare into the side of my face while he sipped his tea. ‘’Seems like I won’t have a little helper from next week on’’ Erwin chuckled making me snicker at him. Levi sat up and placed down his cup ‘’Y/N would you mind helping me with paperwork? Before you go? I’ll have a shit ton to do by myself then’’ Levi asks as I feel Hanji gently nudge my leg under the table, smiling towards Levi I nod. ‘’Of course I’ll help Levi, after dinner?’’ I question hearing him hum in confirmation.

// Levi’s P.O.V \

When Hanji slammed the door open I felt like strangling her until Y/N walked in next to her, my stomach slightly fluttering from the butterfly feeling I got. Hanji pulled Y/N to her side and draped an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. ‘’Hello everyone! As you all know I’m Section Commander Hanji and this is Y/N! Now I got sad news for you all tonight!’’ Hanji shouts across the room, I furrow my thin eyebrows in confusion ‘Did something happen to Y/N? What is she babbling about?’ I thought staring at the two at the top of the small staircase. ‘’Our beloved Y/N is leaving for the opposite side of Wall Rose!’’ Hanji said.

I swear I could hear my heart shatter at the thought.

I felt sick.

Y/N was leaving.

She’s leaving me.

// Time Skip - Day Before You Leave \

I walk around HQ, I felt like crying, like screaming, I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay here… yet I couldn’t find anyone. Nobody walked the halls, Hanji wasn’t in her lab, Levi wasn’t cleaning his office, Erwin wasn’t filling out work and the horses were still in the stables. I felt lonely.

Walking into the last place I went to, the mess hall. Opening the two large doors to it, I walk in seeing the large room completely empty and quiet. Sighing out loud I gaze around the room as tears threatened to appear. ‘’Where is everyone..?’’ I mutter to myself looking around.

Suddenly the room erupted in roars and loud shouts, everyone and I mean everyone came out from underneath tables, behind pillars and even some people came pouring out from the kitchen. I felt myself being picked up into a hug from behind, looking over my shoulder I notice it’s Hanji who’s crying while smiling ‘’Welcome to your farewell party Y/N!’’ Hanji cried out grinning before she put me down. I notice Erwin and Levi standing by a pillar I resume they were hiding behind sending me gentle looks.

The party had begun, we played games, danced, had drinking competitions and I was having the time of my life. Levi even agreed to join in on a few things making me beam with happiness seeing the usual grumpy Captain join in and have fun.

Levi had brought me outside the mess hall while everyone was drinking and doing their own thing. He let go of my wrist, turning around to face me he wore a pained expression. ‘’What’s wrong Levi?’’ I ask, a few seconds later I feel him gently cup my cheeks and plant a gentle yet firm kiss to my lips. I squeak in surprise and kiss him back, some moments later Levi pulls back not aware that he was crying. I pouted at the sight and tenderly rubbed away the tears with my thumb ‘’don’t cry… I’ll be alright Levi’’ I try to soothe him as he sniffs clicking his tongue. ‘’I’m not crying what are you saying?’’ his voice cracks somewhat from the unevenness, biting my lower lip I smile at him as he rests his forehead against mine.

‘‘I can’t lose you..’‘ he mutters as I shake my head ‘‘you won’t lose me, we can write to one another Levi… I’ll get enough money and I’ll come back for you’‘ I watch a faint smile ghost his lips as he nods pecking my lips again before bringing me back into the party.

// 5 Months Later \

It’s been 5 Months since I left, me and Levi wrote to one another every day and I couldn’t wait until I see him again.

Taking the letter out of the mailbox from outside I ran back in the house and up to my room, slamming the door behind me I jump onto my bed laying on on it as I eagerly open the letter from Levi, it had a wax stamp keeping it shut with the Wings Of Freedom printed into the wax. Taking out a little page that had been neatly folded I unfold it to reveal Levi’s writing taking up the page.

‘ Dear Y/N,

It’s tough to think it’s been five months since you left me and everyone else. Things have been going alright recently, nothing special happening, getting Yeager and the cadets to clean and train. You know, the usual. Hanji’s eager to see you again, literally, she won’t shut the fuck up about saying she’ll visit you one day.

Hopefully you will be able to visit soon, I’m waiting until Erwin says that we have a day or two off. Then I can go and see you instead. How’s your grandmother keeping? Has she gotten any better? By the way, you didn’t need to slip in a ring for me Y/N I bet it wasn’t cheap at all, I love it but don’t become broke from spending too much on me.

I have to go and start training with Yeager and the other shitheads.

I’ll see you soon Y/N

Love,

Levi xx ‘

I couldn’t help but smile at the letter, looking over it imagining what Levi would’ve been like when he was writing it. After a few minutes, I get up and place the new letter with the rest of the letters Levi sent me. Sitting down at my small desk with a content smile I pull out a small sheet of paper and begin writing.

#Levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x reader #levi #levi ackerman #Captain Levi #x reader #snk #aot #shingkei no kyojin #Attack On Titan #imagine #oneshot #anime #manga #fanfic #fanfiction

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captainmarvels · 6 years

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wicked games [7]

Summary: Tom’s reached his breaking point; how long until he falls?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Smut - 18+ ONLY || rough fucking, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it, pls], excessive use of the word ‘fuck’, minor violence

Word Count: 4,502

A/N: Happy New Year! It’s not 2018 just yet for me, but here’s my parting gift to the shitty 2017. I’ll see you all in a [hopefully] better year! Dedicating this chapter to @stvharrington because I can.

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All’s fair in love and war.

Pain. Suffering. Relief. Justice.

Happiness.

It’s been a long time since he’s felt that.

Too long.

He can’t quite place the exact moment he last savored the sweet taste of it, and that’s because he can no longer remember that taste.

His memories are fading, and as time goes on, it seems more likely than not that he will never savor it again.

Tom knew better.

He really did.

But he was weak. Susceptible. Terrified.

His biggest fear has always been failure. Never one to show it, though. The man carries himself with the charisma and confidence of someone who has always succeeded in life. Yet, that hasn’t always been the case.

Take this moment, for example.

Tom’s sat across his father in his office, with the roles reversed. His father is seated in his chair, behind his desk.

He has no damn right.

Tom’s drowned out every word that’s passed his father’s lips, knowing each one intends to boil his blood, pushing him to the brink.

That’s how it always was with Dom.

There wasn’t a single memory Tom could think of that didn’t include the man yelling at him specifically over something miniscule.

That’s how life always was.

To make matters worse, the twins were present. Sam sat next to Tom, typing away on his tablet like the nerd he always was. Harry was perched on the edge of his desk, eyes sparkling and lips twitching up into a smile.

Little fuckers.

The twins were Tom’s worst nightmare.

Only 3 years apart in age, they had been his best friends up until he went away for university. He didn’t have the evidence, but Tom knew damn well his father was behind the twins’ sudden attitude change towards their older brother.

They had completely changed from the loving, sweet boys he had grown up with into vile, attention-seeking, power hunger beasts.

For his 21st birthday, Tom celebrated with a grandiose party.

He spent six hours going over and officially signing an agreement with his father that granted him funds for his start-up.

The start-up that gave rise to the company he held dear to his heart.

The twins were enraged when they learned the news; Dom had promised them a hefty gift for their 18th, but nothing would ever come close to your father handing over the keys to your own private company - even if you had to build it.

They were merciless. Sam refused to aid Tom in schematics and building appropriations, while Harry outright rejected Tom’s job offer once the company’s foundation had been established.

If they weren’t getting their own start-up, why the hell would they help him with his?

His father did nothing to stop them, either. Dom was reluctant in giving Tom what he had been asking for since he was in high school; Nikki had been the one to hammer the idea over his head, insisting their eldest was more than ready to take on something of his own.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

“You seem to have lost your sense of responsibility in these last few years, Thomas. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but you need to get a grip. Do you understand?” Tom locked eyes with his father, their silent screaming match never ending.

“Yes, sir.”

“You know it’s going to take more than just your word, boy. Otherwise, I’m sure Harry and Sam will enjoy divvying up your assets.” Dom rose to his feet, holding up a finger as he raised his phone to his ear. “It’s me.”

He left the room, his voice a hushed whisper as he passed. Tom sighed in relief, covering his eyes with his hand when he heard a small chuckle.

“What’s so funny, twat?”

“You. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching Dad rip you a new one, Stanley. What do you think, Sammy?” Harry snickered, smirking as Tom moved his hand, glaring at him.

“Just give up already, mate. These fights are getting redundant, and I’m pretty sure Dad’s dangerously close to going mental,” Sam didn’t even bother looking up from his screen. Tom rolled his eyes, adjusting his tie clip as he nervously tapped his foot.

“If you drive the old man bonkers, maybe he’ll leave us all his money? That sounds like a wonderful retirement plan,” The boys laughed in unison, Harry shaking his head as he looked at his brother.

“Fuck off, shithead,” Tom muttered as he grasped the armrest tightly.

“What’re you gonna do, Thomas? Fuck me up like you did Harrison, yeah?” Harry retorted, rolling his eyes. Next thing he knew, Tom’s hand was around his throat. His grip was tightening, his expression blank as they stared at one another.

“Tom, what the fuck!” Sam shouted, dropping his tablet on the ground as he ran up to them, hitting him right on his side. Tom grunted, letting go as he stumbled backwards. Harry gasped as he collapsed onto the floor, Sam struggling to keep him up.

“Are you… are you out of your fucking mind, Tom?” Harry sputtered, his breathing ragged as he stared at him, perplexed.

“I think Tom’s the mental fuck here, for fuck’s sake,” Sam grumbled, defensively covering Harry as Tom walked past them. He smacked the back of his head, barely slipping out of his reach as he made off towards his liquor cabinet.

“You’re pathetic, mate. Attacking your own brother? That’s a new fucking low,” The twins were on their feet, Sam’s arm wrapped around Harry’s shoulder in a lame attempt to keep him steady. Tom flipped them off as he poured himself a glass of scotch.

The sweet, familiar burn down his throat instantly calmed his nerves, his heart rate magically slowing down as the adrenaline coursing through his veins ceased to exist.

“You two are deplorable. Ganging up on me just to impress him, of all people? Not fucking worth it,” He scoffed, downing the rest of his drink to rid his mouth of the unwelcome bitter taste any thought of his father left behind.

“Isn’t that the story of your miserable life, Tommy?”

Almost three weeks had passed since that night. The night Tom practically kicked you out his penthouse without a second thought. Without any explanation whatsoever.

Your holidays were spent drunk on the couch of your aunt’s upstate cabin, your cousins’ endless love for Christmas drinking games keeping your worrying thoughts at bay.

For the most part.

Not a single word from him since that night. No attempt at any form of communication.

Abiding by the contract, you informed him of your family trip, telling him you would be gone until after the New Year.

No response.

Now that the time to return to work had arrived, your nagging concerns rose to the surface, hitting your heart ten times harder than before.

You didn’t hear a coherent word of that fight. All you could make out was indistinct yelling and cursing between him and Harrison, along with a loud thud against the wall and floor. Then Tom came back, telling you to go without another word before leaving you all alone.

You shuddered at the memory. The look in his eyes practically tore your heart in two, and you didn’t even understand why you were feeling that way in the first place.

The two of you had sex twice, technically. That was the gist of the entire relationship. Fucking.

And yet here you were, alone and unnerved, without a single idea on how he was doing, in any context. As your boss, as your… fuck buddy, or whatever the fucking terminology was.

You didn’t know why you felt like this. All you knew was that you wanted it to stop.

Maybe that’s what motivated you to reach out to him countless times over the past twenty-one days, to no avail. Perhaps it’s what kept you on the edge of your seat every time you saw him in the office, only to be blatantly ignored.

And conceivably, it’s what fueled your decision to stand right outside his office door, wearing the tightest skirt and the most low cut blouse you could find.

Your knuckles rapped against the dark wooden surface four times, your breathing picking up with every passing touch.

Your heartbeat was manic, pounding loudly in your ears.

It should have come to no surprise when he didn’t open the door.

Refusing to look like a complete idiot to any passerby, you turned on your heels and walked back to your desk. Your hand had barely grasped the back of your chair when you heard his voice.

“Make it quick.”

He left the door slightly ajar, his back to you as you came in, shutting it. He was standing at the windows, hands in his pockets, his entire body tense.

You stood by the door, teetering on your heels as you tried to form a coherent, non-offensive statement in your mind.

“Well?” His tone was irked; his burning stare boring into you as he turned to face you, awaiting a reply. You met his gaze, your breath hitching as you took in his appearance.

He looked the same as always; so fucking good. But there was something off. His eyes had the slightest twinge of red to them. His jaw seemed to have a few nicks scattered across it, as far as you could tell.

What truly threw you off the most were the dark blue bruises littering the back of his hand.

“Are you okay?”

The words rolled off your tongue before your mind could stop them. Your heart practically stopped of its own accord in that very moment.

Was he okay?

Your words hung heavy in the tense atmosphere between you.

Was he okay?

His heart ceased to beat the second he heard your voice.

Was he okay?

No. Apparently not.

“Lock the door and strip. Now.”

Never would you have thought six simple words would have your body shaking in such eagerness.

Your body moved of its own accord; locking the door without a second thought, your fingers quickly and deftly stripping your body of every material covering it.

You stood in the middle of the room completely naked, your eyes watching Tom’s every move.

His eyes raked over your body, studying it like it was your first time all over again. His tongue wet his lips ever so slowly, his hands trembling at his sides.

Everything in that moment was wrong. His headspace, his attitude, you. But it was his only way to cope.

“Against the chair.” He didn’t move an inch as you stepped forward, pressing your abdomen against the cool leather. You looked ahead while watching him out of the corner of your eye.

Taking his time, Tom undid his tie. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto his desk before rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He undid his belt, the soft jangle of the buckle raising goosebumps across your skin.

Finally standing behind you, Tom took your wrists in his hand, expertly wrapping the soft, silky material over your skin. Satisfied with his handiwork, he splayed his hand over your back, pushing you down against the back of the seat.

“Not a single sound, or I will gag you, princess. Understood?” You nodded, your voice completely gone as you felt the burning ache between your legs build. Tom let no emotion cross his body language as he undid his slacks, pushing them down to his knees.

Taking your hair in one hand, the other gripping your hip tight, he pushed the head of his cock into your soaked cunt. You bit down on your tongue at the delicious stretch of your walls, the mewl hiding behind your lips sliding back down your throat as he bottomed out.

He twitched inside you, your walls clenching around him as he pulled on your hair.

Your time to savor was ended as he pulled out, dragging his dripping head over your clit, quietly groaning at the feeling.

Your hands yearned to grasp something, anything, but those feelings were soon replaced as you felt him thrust in hard. His hips slammed against your ass, giving you no time to recover as he took up a rough, brisk pace.

The slapping sound of skin against skin echoed in the empty space as Tom pounded into you from behind, every single one of his thrusts more bruising than the last. His grip on your hair slowly loosened, his hand dropping down to your neck as he pushed into you again and again.

Your ass met his hips in perfect sync, the brutal pace more enticing than you could have ever imagined. His grunts and groans were like heaven to your ears, your own moans trapped in your throat as you kept them at bay, Tom’s hand adding sweet pressure.

Your legs were starting to shake with each of his pounding thrusts into you, the sound of your pussy around his cock only adding to the lewdness. The knot in your stomach was building up, stronger than ever before. As if he could tell, Tom brought his hand down harshly against your ass, the sting pushing you right to the edge.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby girl. Let me hear how good you’re feeling, princess,” He cooed, halting his hips against you. He let go of your throat, dropping his hand down to knead your breast. You sighed contently, quietly whining as he pushed you up until you were flush against his chest. Your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock when you felt his other hand drop to your core, rubbing slow circles over your sensitive bud.

“Daddy,” You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand as he teased you.

“What do you want, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his fingers gently pinching your clit. You cried out, your bound hands gripping onto his dress shirt for some sort of stability.

“Please… make me come, please,” Your begging could’ve made Tom come right then and there. He growled at your words, his hand landing a hard swat to your ass as he pushed you down against the seat.

He set a new, stronger rhythm as his thrusts commenced, the hard pace and new angle pushing his cock deeper into you. When you felt his tip graze over your sweet spot, you knew you were done for.

“I’m, fuck, m’gonna come,” You moaned, the tight knot of arousal in your stomach so close to snapping. Tom grunted behind you, his hand coming around to pinch your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me, princess.”

That was all it took. Your body quaked with the hot, sweet rush of pleasure washing over you. Your keening whimpers and tight, clenching cunt pushed Tom over the edge, his hips stilling against your ass as he came with a deep growl. His fingers worked you through your orgasm, your walls pushing him through his.

You almost forgot where you were until you felt soft hands around your waist, carefully lifting you up. Tom stood you on your feet, one hand on your hip, the other gently massaging your sore flesh.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. Are you okay?” His voice was soft, angelic even, as the soreness in your body swept over you. You replied with a quiet hum, resting your head on his shoulder.

Tom let you stay like that for just a few moments longer, knowing he’d never be able to live it down if he only treated you like his fuck toy. His anger was already returning, the fucking having pushed it out of his mind for not too long.

After a few minutes had passed, he adjusted himself in his slacks and gently walked you over to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet. He retrieved your clothes from the ground by the door, his mind beyond tempted to leave you pantyless for the rest of the day.

He was just about to ask you if you needed anything else when the office phone rang.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Osterfield is on line one, sir.” Fucking hell.

“Tell him to call my private number.” Tom hung up, quietly muttering to himself until he heard the clack of your heels against the marble floors. He looked up, meeting your weary, glazed stare.

“I want to see you tonight.” The words left his lips before he could stop himself, and they nearly stopped your heart.

“Tonight?”

“9pm, your apartment. You can go now,” Tom ran a hand through his unruly curls, anxiety coursing through his veins as you nodded, flashing him a shy smile before you left.

Right as the door closed, his phone rang.

“Tom,”

“What the fuck do you want, Harrison?” His mouth went sour as he spoke his name.

“Well, I’m glad to know you’re finally acknowledging me, mate. I want to talk,”

“So then talk,”

“— in person.” Tom grimaced at the prospect, his jaw clenched tight. Did he really have the self control not to murder his best friend upon seeing him?

Only one way to find out.

“Meet me at Sutton in an hour.”

Tom paced back and forth in the kitchen, Martha ignoring his impatience as she prepped some vegetables for dinner.

“What could he possibly have to say that has you wrecked like this?” She mused, glancing up at Tom as he stared out the window, his hands continuously carding through his hair. He looked over at her, barely missing her irritated gaze.

“I’m more afraid of what I’ll do when I see him. I couldn’t care less what he has to say to me, especially after last time,”

“If you intend on murdering him, at least let me know so I won’t bear witness to it. I’ve seen enough shit go on here, especially with you two,” Martha huffed, running a bowl of diced peppers under water. Tom rolled his eyes, ignoring her comment as he heard the elevator buzzer.

“You’d be my accomplice in his murder either way, dearest Martha. And I won’t eat any of that if you pair it with the red sauce!” Tom retorted, practically running out of the room before she could respond.

“Don’t know when I became his mother, but God, Nikki must’ve had a riot with this one.”

Tom made it into the foyer just as Harrison stepped off the elevator. He took in his best friend’s disheveled appearance - dark bags under his eyes, his hair a curly, frizzy mess. The bruises Tom’s fist had left behind were clearly still healing and he couldn’t help but look down at his own reminder.

“Long time no see, Holland.” Harrison quipped, his expression devoid of any friendliness as he stood by the entrance.

“I won’t hit you again, mate. As long as you promise not to be such a fucking ass,”

“Ah, can’t promise that. My being an ass is actually me being a good friend, so…”

“Fuck off! You’re the worst,” Tom couldn’t stop himself from laughing as he walked up to Harrison, pulling him into a short hug. They both relaxed as they pulled away, a smile dawning on Harrison’s lips as he gently patted Tom’s cheek.

“You’re still a piece of shit, Tom,”

“And you’re still a twat. What’s new?”

They walked to his office, Tom shutting the door as Harrison meandered through the room.

“So, was that the whole talk or?”

“You’re not getting off that easy, Holland. I got wind of what happened with the twins the other day,”

“They’re fucking rats, I swear to God —” Tom scoffed, rolling his eyes. Harrison shrugged, shaking his head as he leaned against the desk.

“Tom, you have got to stop yourself. This is all getting way out of control, mate.” Tom quirked an eyebrow at his words.

“What is? For fuck’s sake, Haz, I didn’t even hit him,”

“But you could have. Could’ve fucked him up like you did me. Only thing that stopped you was Dom, whether you want to admit it or not,”

“Don’t. I’m not talking about that sick fuck right now,”

“Then hear me out, alright? I didn’t just come here to apologize, man. I need to talk some sort of sense into you, for crying out loud.”

Tom sighed exasperatedly, slumping down on the leather couch across from Harrison. He waved his hand around, rolling his eyes as he continued speaking.

“You haven’t talked to Y/N, have you?”

“About what?”

“What happened, you dumbass. And if I’m right, you haven’t asked her back or fucked her since that night, yeah?” Tom bit his lip, averting his gaze. Harrison sighed, shaking his head. “You fucked her at the office today, didn’t you?”

“Why… what does it even matter? That’s what the whole thing is about, anyways. I needed her, and she obviously wanted me, so —”

“Did she say something to you, or did you just tell her you wanted to fuck?”

“Why the fuck —”

“Answer the damn question, Tom.”

“She asked me if I… if I was okay, or something like that. I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention, I was fucking distracted by her, alright? Sue me, Harrison. I have needs,”

“Fuck you and your fucking needs, Tom!” Harrison pushed himself off the desk, walking over to where Tom sat. “She was checking on you, for fuck’s sake! That was not some sign that she fucking wanted you! You’re either blind or fucking deranged, Tom. You need to talk to her. Not just fuck her brains out whenever you’re feeling a little too much. Learn to cope with your emotions, asshole.”

“You’re one to talk! All you do is scream and yell,”

“At least I’m talking! All you do is shut down, get drunk, and fuck. Your communication skills are nonexistent, mate.” Harrison said through gritted teeth, his jaw tight as he glared at Tom.

“Well you know damn well I’m not talking to Y/N about shit. She doesn’t need to know anything.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He looked up at Harrison, his heart skipping a beat out of fear as he spoke.

“Well, you know your other option. You either talk to Y/N, or you talk to her. You know what she’s gonna tell you.”

The line rang three times, each one sending a shiver down Tom’s spine as he paced around his office. Her voice almost stopped his heart.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the certified asshole himself.” She chuckled on the other end, and Tom was beyond tempted to end the call then and there.

“Mary,”

“Thomas.”

“How are you?” The words felt foreign on his tongue.

“Are you dying?” Her tone was serious.

“What? No. Why the hell would you think that?”

“You’re being uncharacteristically nice, Thomas. You’re either dying or you’ve fucked up majorly. I prefer the former, because it means I won’t have to put with your narcissistic, playboy self for much longer,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“Well, thanks for caring so much about your dear old friend, Mary. Harrison had me call,”

“Haz? God, you did fuck up, didn’t you?”

“Will you please let me talk?”

“Grow a pair and then we’ll see, Holland. What happened?” She paused, aware she was barely crossing the line as she pushed his buttons.

“I… well, Harrison… fuck. This is harder than I thought it’d be,”

“Are you… trying to talk about your feelings? Thomas Stanley, I’m honored. Well, not really, given the fact you just told me Harrison made you call me. But I’ll let that bit slide. You’ve got a new girl, don’t you?” Tom swallowed thickly at Mary’s words, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Yeah,”

“Oh god, did she find out how fucked up you really are? A damn shame,” She chided, smiling to herself.

“Mary, shut up and let me talk!” She said nothing in response. “She… she heard me and Harrison fighting the other day, and I’ve been ignoring her for the past few weeks. We fucked today, and it was rough.”

“Please tell me you took care of her after, for fuck’s sake.”

“We were at the office, what the fuck was I gonna do?”

“Goddamnit, Tom. Aftercare, you dumbass! It’s important! Or did your repugnant ass forget?”

“I didn’t fucking forget, Mary! I told her I wanted to see her at her place tonight. No sex, just… do something to make up for what happened.”

“Oh.” Her end went dead silent, and Tom felt like his chest was caving in on him. Mary stayed silent for what felt like hours, while Tom’s heart was on the verge of bursting out of his chest. Just as he was about to give up and end the call, she spoke up.

“You don’t know anything about her, do you? So you don’t know how to talk to her alone, when it doesn’t have anything to do with sex.” Tom said nothing as he let out a nervous sigh, his chest heavy against his heart.

“Well, there’s really only one way to get you to open up, isn’t there?”

You had just pulled out a tray of freshly baked muffins from your oven, your music on full blast as you danced around the kitchen. Once you had finished setting the food up on a clean plate, you washed your hands, checking the time. 8:50.

He was going to be there soon.

You washed up in the bathroom, slipping on a flannel and a pair of satin shorts Tom had sent you from France. You headed out into the living room, cleaning up the best you could in the short time you had. You grabbed a muffin from the pile, slouching down onto your couch as you turned on the TV - the only way to distract yourself from counting down until it was time.

Yet, 9pm came and went, without a single word. As the clock struck 10:30, you decided to call it a night. Just as you finished washing your dishes, the doorbell rang.

Hurriedly drying your hands, you walked up to the door, unlocking it without checking who it was. Your hopes were too high to be crushed so soon.

However, you smelled him before you saw him.

As you opened the door, the thick scent of whiskey and scotch hit you, making you reel back at the pungent smell. Tom was leaning against the doorframe, a dopey smile on his face. He met your concerned stare, his eyes glazed over and slightly pink.

“Hello, princess,” His words were slurred, a small hiccup escaping him as he tried to stand up, only to fall to his knees. You gasped when you felt his arms wrap around your legs, his forehead pressed against your lower stomach.

His words may have been muffled as he spoke, but they rang clear as day in your ears.

“We need to talk.”

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corancoranthewritingman · 6 years

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Harrington and Nightowl, Secret Agents Extraordinaire

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Reader Premise: You and Steve Harrington are forced to embark on a mission of stealth through Hawkins Lab after-hours. With Dustin as your guide, you make your way around the building, and may even be forced to think on your feet a little bit.

Luckily, both you and Steve have a few tricks up your sleeves to help you along. You couldn’t believe what you had been dragged into this time. The abnormal occurrences in Hawkins recently had put you in some less-than-ideal situations, sure, but this one certainly took the cake. You were creeping along a hallway in Hawkins Lab, a walkie-talkie clutched in your left hand and none other than Steve Harrington by your side.

“Coming in, Nightowl, I repeat, coming in. Nightowl, do you read me? This is the Bard,” said Dustin through your walkie-talkie. You and Steve exchanged a brief look as you brought the device up to your lips.

“Yeah, I hear you, Dustin. And please stop calling me ‘Nightowl.’ It’s weird.” You heard Dustin sigh, and you imagined he was bringing his palm to his temple in frustration. “Can you just let me have the codenames please? Can you allow there to be some semblance of order in a plan one goddamn time?” Steve snorted, shaking his head.

Suddenly, a voice called out from somewhere else in the building. “Hello? Boss, is that you? Hello?” It was probably the security guard you had snuck past earlier. From the sound of it, he was starting to grow suspicious of whether or not he was alone in the building. You and Steve hurried through the hallway, anxious to retrieve the files you needed on Jane’s other siblings and then get the hell out. Neither one of you were keen on being in the facility in the first place.

“Alright, whatever you say, Bard, but can you please just get us to the files without getting us killed?” You hissed urgently.

“Take your next left,” Dustin directed, “follow the corridor down to the flight of stairs, get to the 8th floor, it should be the third door on your right. Let me know when you get to the flight of stairs and I’ll get you in from here.”

“Got it. Thanks, you little shit,” you replied with a smile in your voice. Steve scoffed again under his breath. “Do you have to call him that? That’s like – our thing, you know? It’s like a Steve and Dustin Power Duo thing.”

You rolled your eyes, rounding the corner per Dustin’s instructions. “Sorry, Harrington, I didn’t mean to step on your toes with your little babysitting crew. C’mon, it’s this way.” You didn’t mean to give him a hard time. You knew how much he loved the kids, and he was just being overprotective of them, in a weird, only-I-get-to-call-them-shitheads kind of way. It had just been a long day for you, and the last thing you needed was Steve Harrington, the most frustratingly beautiful goddamn human to exist, busting your nuts about something so trivial.

“So we’re gonna go up to the 8th floor via this stairwell,” you explained.

“Can’t we just use the elevator? There’s one right there.”

Dustin, who had apparently been listening in on your conversation, replied through the walkie-talkie, “The elevators have cameras. After their last remodeling, they changed the stairwells to be used as emergency exits only. For some reason, the new design plans included alarmed doors and a lack of cameras in or around the stairwells. I disabled the alarm that’s supposed to go off, so you should be all set.”

“Thanks, Bard, you little not-shit.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, smirking just a little. “Better?”

He grimaced. “I guess that’s a start. Partnership is all about compromise, you know?” He winked at you.

Dustin, who was still on the other line, gagged in disgust. “Can we focus on the mission, please? God, never send high schoolers to do a middle schooler’s job.”

“Little shit…” Steve muttered as he pushed open the stairwell doors and ushered you through. You replied to the latter action with a classic, “What a gentleman.” Steve rose to the bait of your banter with, “I’ll bet that’s what you call all the boys you sneak into top-secret government facilities with.” Aaaaand…Just like that, your quick wit failed you. You clamored up the stairs after him, muttering, “Uhh – yeah.” Dustin’s right, focus on the mission, you chastised yourself. Spending quality time with Steve Harrington doesn’t mean anything if you’re both dead.

You muttered into your device to Dustin that the two of you had reached the stairwell and were almost to the correct platform.

“Come on, Nightowl, hurry up,” Steve called down to you. “Where are we headed next?”

“Oh god, not you too,” you groaned, catching up to him on the 8th floor platform. “We’re supposed to go through this door and our destination should be the third room on the right.” You lowered your voice. “But hold on – this is a more heavily secured portion of the facility and there aren’t any cameras around. So, we’re gonna have to listen to make sure the coast is clear.”

“Aye, aye, Cap’m,” he nodded, peering through the small window in the door. The two of you stood, listening, observing, feeling. Trying to gage whether the moment was safe. Your heart was beating in your chest; Dustin and Steve had done a good job of distracting you with their banter, for the most part. But now, standing in complete silence, having no idea what was on the other side of this door…you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

You took a deep breath. Steve, apparently noticing how freaked out you were, silently reached for your hand. You squeezed it appreciatively, sharing a glance with him that said what words couldn’t: “We’re gonna be okay.”

“Okay, yeah. You’re right. Thank you.” With a deep, steadying breath of air, he nodded at you, pushing the door open slowly and entering the floor. The hallway appeared to be empty. You exhaled, relieved. Shuffling over, you opened the correct door and let Steve inside. Glancing to your left and right before entering, you followed him in and shut the door behind you.

You stood in a dimly lit office. Strangely, it looked just like a regular cubicle. There was a large desk in the middle of the room, facing the door, and two cabinets behind it. Why keep such important files in such an unsuspecting room? Ooooh. Maybe that was the point. If it passes off as a run-of-the-mill employee’s office, no one would guess that it holds such precious information.

“Alright. So. The files?” Steve asked, looking at you for guidance. You let out a breathless laugh. “I honestly didn’t think we’d get this far.” He squeezed your hand again, as if to remind you that you did get this far and that everything was okay and that you weren’t committing this highly illegal felony alone.

“I guess the filing cabinet would be a good first place to start.” Steve playfully elbowed you in the side, clearly not amused by your deadpan.

“I knew that.” Scrambling over, the two of you threw open the drawers as quietly as you could, trying to be both quick and stealthy in your search.

After about ten minutes, you successfully combed both filing cabinets top-to-bottom and found the files you needed. You stuffed the papers into your purse and quietly closed the drawers.

“Okay, are you ready to—” Steve threw his hand over your mouth, shushing you. Your eyes widened; it was only then that you heard the dulled clomps of footsteps Right. Outside. The Door. The footsteps stopped, and you could see the sedentary shadows of the figure through the crack at the bottom of the door. They were going to enter the room. You couldn’t breathe. Steve leaned down to your ear and whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear, “Follow my lead.”

With that, he grabbed you by the waist and sat you down onto the desk, kissing you feverishly. At first, you were very confused (but not at all upset about your current condition, if you catch the drift), but you quickly caught onto what he was trying to do. You had to sell the act, right? That’s the excuse you kept giving yourself when you raked your hands through Steve’s hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips were sure to be heavily bruised after this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Steve was as good a kisser as everyone believed and more. He managed to find the perfect balance between passionate and gentle, confident and needy. You moaned into him as he pulled you closer, one hand wrapped securely around your waist and the other tugging on your hair. God, you just wanted to be closer to him, to completely close the gaps between the two of you. Your hands raked up and down his back as his hips started to lift up in tiny, involuntary thrusts. You gasped at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, when –

“What the hell?”

You jumped apart, panting. A very confused, very annoyed security guard stood shining his flashlight back and forth between the two of you. “How did you even get in here?” He roared, directing the question more at himself than at the two of you. “W-Well, you see – We just –” you started.

“I don’t want to know! I really, really don’t want to know. God, the things teenagers will do just to get a quick screw in. You wouldn’t be able to do it at home because of parents or siblings always snooping around, right? I get it…I do, I really do. Just try to do it in your car or something next time? Please?”

“Yes, sir – Thank you for being so understanding of our situation,” stuttered Steve, ushering you out of the office and into the hallway. The security guard shook his head. Kids.

Steve reached for your hand and you gladly obliged, wrapping it in the comfort of his own. The two of you hurried down the stairs, electing to just follow them all the way down to the first floor this time and then exiting.

“So, uh –” You started, looking up at him. “Are we – Are we gonna talk about what just happened? Cause I’d much rather do it before we reunite with the ‘Party’.” He laughed, smiling down at you. “Agreed.”

Stopping you on the platform, he sighed. “I’m gonna be honest with you, okay?” You nodded. “I’ve been…I’ve been wanting to do that for a hell of a long time.” You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“Yeah?”

He gave you a small smile, biting his lip. “Yeah.”

“Well, um – If we’re putting everything out in the open and stuff, well I, uh, I’ve liked you for a while, Steve.”

Wordlessly, he leaned down, cupping your face with the hand you weren’t holding. Slowly, gently, with just as much passion but not as much fire as earlier, he kissed you. It was so sweet and full of love – you wanted it to last forever.

He slowly pulled away, whispering your name. “I – I never thought I’d be able to feel this for someone after what happened with Nancy, but – I really like you. And I – I want to ask if you’d like to—”

The walkie-talkie crackled from inside your purse. “Oh my god! You can talk about your undying love for each other later! We have things to do, people! Let’s go, chop chop!”

You rolled your eyes at Steve, ignoring Dustin’s indignant cries. The two of you laughed, resting your foreheads together. “Yeah, Harrington. I’d love to be yours,” you smiled, answering his question from before you were interrupted. He returned the gesture as you looked into each other’s eyes. His beautiful brown orbs looked so familiar, so comforting, so homely. You couldn’t wait to get lost in them for what you imagined to be many, many occasions after this.

“Come on, we should go. We don’t want to keep the little shit waiting,” Steve grinned, leading you down the last flight of stairs and out the door. You quickly scurried past the front desk, avoiding eye contact with the security guard that had caught you, and crossed the threshold out of the lab.

Steve opened your car door for you, like the gentleman he is. He climbed into the driver’s seat and as he started up the car, you pulled the walkie talkie out of your purse.

“Files have been acquired. We’re heading back to the Wheeler’s now, you little shit.” You grinned at Steve, and he laughed, shaking his head, as he drove away.

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