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abbyslev · 1 year

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𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑰𝑻- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

WARNINGS: college! teacher hange x college! student reader (no underage shit), fingering, spit, panty stuffing, praise, hange eating pussy hehehe, thigh riding, EYE CONTACT, top! hange

A/N: im still fairly new to this, so any feedback will be appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys teehee. I love all of you and tysm for reading!

WC: 1k

You shut your notebook, letting out a stressful sigh of frustration.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Your partner waved at you, leaving the class. You nodded, grabbing your backpack from the floor. You hated chemistry class. If you thought high school’s chem was hard, college was harder.

What made it even worse was the stupid chem teacher. The way they gave you lingering looks, picked on you to answer knowing you weren’t paying attention, and always stuck around to help you. It made you feel humiliated, but a small part of you loved it. You liked the stinging feeling inside your stomach everytime they even breathed your way.

Today, you had to make a solution to dissolve an item. Your partner was smart, but refused to touch the chemicals. So, she wrote down everything while you tried to figure out the chemicals. You failed every time, and felt embarrassed as you could feel your Professor eyeing your table from the front of the class.

You stuffed your books in your backpack, a blush creeping up on your face as your chemistry teacher approached you. “We need to talk.” They said, You looked up at them as they pushed up their glasses. God that eyepatch made you think thoughts no one should ever have. You nodded, knowing this was about your low grade.

“Yes, Professor Zoe?” Your hands falter a bit, face red in embarrassment. “It’s Professor Hange for you.” They chuckled. They pressed their hips against the table, fingers playing with their many rings. You nodded, putting your backpack on your shoulders. “I wanted to talk about your grade in chem. I know it’s not the easiest class, but I know you can do it. I have a few options for you.” They spoke in a low tone, eyes trailing for your hands, up your chest and stopped at your eyes.

“W-what would those options be, Professor Hange?” You kept eye contact, face blushing. “Well, for one, you could just redo all the assignments and tests, and I’ll give you the higher grade.” Hange licked their lips before looking down at their veiny hands. “Or, since this is the biggest lab we have, you could come in after dinner and we could redo this lab. I could help.” They stared down at your lips, before looking back up at your conflicted face.

You hated sitting there and doing the assignments and tests, you knew you would just fail again. Plus, if you chose the second option, you would get to spend more alone time with Hange. Your stomach turned just at the thought of it.

“I’ll come in after dinner.” You nodded, smiling. “Okay. Meet me here at five, ok? The door will be unlocked.” Hange gave you a small smile before walking back to their desk. You walked out of the class, a big grin plastered on your face.

You got home, showered, styled your hair and got all dolled up.

Normally at school, sweats and a jacket would do, but you wanted to look good for Hange. You walked down the chemistry hallway, your hands toying with your phone nervously. Your heart raced with every step you took, close to Hanges classroom. It felt like the shortest walk ever.

The white door was cracked open a bit. You pushed it open, looking around the empty classroom. The lights were a bit dim and there was a quiet typing noise. “Hey! You made it.” Hange stood up. You blushed as your eyes met theirs.

Their button up shirt was tucked into their black pants, the tops buttons unbuttoned down a bit, exposing their collarbones. Their sleeves were rolled up, exposing a slither of their upper arm tattoo that stopped below their elbow. Not to mention that eyepatch that drives you insane.

“It’s all set up.” Hange walked towards the table, giving you a smirk. You put your phone in the pocket of your shorts, leaning on the table. “Okay so, if you demonstrate this correctly, I will give you a hundred for the whole semester, ok? I don’t want you to fail.” Hange stood beside you as you nodded.

“Ok, which one is the acid?” They watched as your hands grabbed the clear liquid. “That’s correct. Now add it to the blue solution. Just a third of it, not all.” Hange watched over your shoulder. “How much is a third?” You asked, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Here.” Hange grabbed your hand in theirs. Your hand felt like it was on fire and your heart was beating so fast you swore your Professor could hear it. “Like this.” Hange whispered in your ear, their body up against yours. Your hips hit the table, Hange’s other hand against your waist. You could feel all of them. Your face turned red, a small sigh leaving your lips. Hange didn’t remove their face from beside your ear.

The solution turned red. “There you go. Now add this.” Hange kept their position, handing you a packet full of powder. As you opened it, Hange’s hands were on either side of you, grasping the edge of the table. You were trapped, and you loved it. You poured the powder in the solution, watching it turn yellow. “See? You did amazing.” Hange stayed pressed against you. “Is it done?” You asked, hair falling in front of your face.

Hange turned you around, smirking. “Yes. You did well. I think you deserve more than just an A.” Hange leaned in. You looked down at their soft lips, before meeting their eyes. They were full of lust and desperation.

Hange grabbed your face, lips meeting yours. They molded perfectly against each other, shaky breaths leaving your mouth. “You did good. Such a good girl.” Hange pulled away before connecting your lips again. Their soft hands traveled down your chest, body, and stopped at your shorts.

You unbuttoned them quickly. Hange smirked, pressing small kisses on your neck as they lifted you up on the table behind them. The cold made your skin crawl. Hange pushed you back, pulling you shorts down to your ankles.

Hange let out a needy sigh, their eyes trailing down your body. They stopped at the small star tattoo on your hip, making them smile. They leaned down, their eyes looking into yours. With the tip of their tongue, they traced the tattoo, making you whimper impatiently. “Tell me what you want, princess.” They press a kiss on the small star.

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathe out. Hange, without a warning, pressed their lips against your wet clit. You threw your head back, cheeks red. They slipped their tongue through your folds, pulling back as you let out a loud moan.

They pull back, taking the rest of your shorts off. Your pink panties appear in their hand. “Open.” They take their pointer and thumb finger on your chin, opening your mouth. They stuff your panties in your mouth, licking their lips. “Be a good girl and quiet down unless you wanna get us caught.”

You nod, chest heaving up and down. Hange slipped in their middle finger, watching as your legs closed. Hange pried them open, tongue playing your bud as they added another finger in you. Your muffled moans pleasured Hange.

Their tongue worked their way around their own fingers, making your teeth clench around the lace. Hange pulled away, fingers still working you. “You’re so good for me.” She whispered against your soft skin. “So good.” Her hand slipped under your shirt, groping your chest. You held her wrist, eyes watering and drool coming down your chin.

Branding the taste of you on their tongue was now their favorite thing ever. The way you arched your back, pleading them through muffled moans to go faster. Your fingers tangled themselves around Hange’s hair, eyes rolling back. Your thighs clenched around their head, legs shaking slightly. You are so close.

Hange caught on, pulling their head away. Your movements stopped, staring as Hange stood in between your legs, lips glistening with your arousal. “You’re gonna have to earn this A, baby.” Their long fingers took the panties out of your mouth. A string of saliva hung onto the cloth. Hange kissed you, tongue against yours. You sloppily kissed back, bucking your hips for any sort of friction.

Hange picked you up, kissing your neck and you wrapped your legs around their waist. Hange backup against their chair, sitting down with you straddling their waist. They slid your shirt off quickly, hands massaging your breast through your lace bra.

“Sit.” Hange moved their thighs so you sat on one of them. You leaned into their neck, a shaky breath leaving your parted lips. “Go ahead, baby. Show me you deserve this.” Their cold hands grazed your nipples, down your stomach and landed on your thighs.

Your hips moved back and forth on Hange’s thigh, cold fingertips drawing small circles on your bare legs. “Fuck, Professor.” You mewl, head thrown back. Hange took the opportunity, kissing your neck again. They focused on one spot, nibbling and sucking it as you fastened your pace. Their hands grasped themselves on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“Look at me.” They demanded. You tried your best, but the feeling of euphoria had taken over and it was hard to keep eye contact. “Look at me.” They repeated. One hand grabbed your cheeks, squishing them together as your legs squeezed Hange’s drenched thigh. “Slow down.” Hange pressed their forehead against yours, this time kissing you slowly. “But Professor-” A hard slap on your cheek interrupted you. “Slower.”

You whine, but oblige. Your hips slowed down, the feeling starting to build up in your stomach again. You bite your lip down, Arms gripping Hange’s shoulders. “Oh, fuck.” You let out, face in Hange’s chest. “Fuck.” You repeat again, letting it happen. “Keep going, dear.” Hange held back moans from watching you fall apart on their lap,

You felt their hand inside you again. Your legs buckled as their fingers swirled around you, collecting your cum. Hange brought their fingers up to their mouth, eyes watching yours intently as they sucked their fingers clean.

You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Hange spat a mix of both of you into your mouth, letting out a pleasurable sigh as you swallowed with a smile. “These are for me to remind myself why you deserve this.” Hange took your panties, slipping them in their pocket. They gave you one last kiss, pushing your damp hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you here Friday?” “Friday works.” You smile before tangling yourself back into them.

#attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #hange aot #hange x reader #hange smut #aot smut #hange zoë #hange zoe #hange x you #hange zöe #hange x y/n #hange attack on titan #hange headcanons #hange x oc #snk hange #aot hange

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katebeckets · 15 days

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Hart of Dixie Rewatch ⤷ 1x13 "Sweetie Pies & Sweaty Palms"

You know what... you're right. I do. I like you, Zoe. And it kills me to see you with Judson. I can't stand it. All day I write "Mr. Wade Hart" in my notebooks. ...or there was a town pool about when y'all would break up and I had a hundred bucks on tonight.

#em.hod #em.hodrewatch #hart of dixie #hodedit #hartofdaily #my gifs #my edit #userlolo #usersmash #tuserkers #userber #userelliee #userjessika #i should really queue this bc it's been a minute #but that's... not ever happening lmao #so enjoy

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ilyluffy · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞 + 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hange zoe x afab!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!hange, needy!reader, established relationship, slight neglect kink, thigh riding, grinding, praise

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.4k+

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. they just get so lost in their work. sometimes they forget that you’re even in the room with them. normally this was okay. you understood that hange’s research was important but on occasion you got way too needy.

you were desperate. desperate for any form of release. you’ve been whining for the past hour for hange to step away from their microscope and pay attention to you. every time hange would tell you the same thing. five more minutes. eventually about after the fifth time hearing that you got fed up.

all of a sudden you’re in hange’s lap. they finally seem to look at you for the first time that entire evening. when they see the look in your eyes, hange can’t help but smirk.

“oh? didn’t realize you needed to cum that bad” hange chuckles. “i still have a lot of work to do though”. instantly your whining but hange shushes you before you can let out any further complaints. “hey, hey, you can still use my thigh. think you can be good and get yourself off?”.

you whimper softly at the thought. nodding back at your lover, you climb off of hange’s lap to shed yourself of your bottoms. meanwhile hange is going back to examine their materials. they don’t even glance back at you when your bare pussy lands on their knee.

mere minutes later your moans are echoing through hange’s study. as they scribble away at their notebooks casually, you’re grinding your cunt against the fabric of hange’s pants. the rough material only adds to your pleasure. you can’t help but throw your head back at the friction.

“oh god, hange” you breathlessly moan, grabbing their shoulders for support. hange simply hums, unbothered by the stain your wet pussy is leaving on their clothes.

it’s not long before you’re squeezing your eyes shut. you’re so close to cumming but, pathetically so, you know you won’t be able to finish by yourself. at least not completely. “hange, can i- can i cum?” you request with a whine, needing permission to be granted.

“hmm, go ahead” hange replies, lips curling into a small smirk when you cum on command. evidence of your release soaks through hange’s clothing as you go limp against them.

you’re totally out of breath when hange starts rubbing your back. “that’s it, did so well” hange coos. “𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇?”.

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#apollo writes ✎#hange zoe #attack on titan #aot #snk #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #aot smut #snk smut #kinktober 2022

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your-local-bookworm · 4 months

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Forgotten Faults.

PERCY JACKSON × DAUGHTER OF ARES!READER.

Part 1

Summary: Things get confusing when the son of Poseidon grows an unexplainable liking for a daughter of Ares who seems to be adamant on ignoring him

Request by : @riordanness

Warnings: Well, nothing. Except that this is my first time writing anything and also not proof read so, you know.

Part 2 is out!

Twelve year old and drenched. That was how Y/N Y/L/N first reached camp. Clutching her worn out rucksack to her chest, breathing heavy. That was also how she met thirteen years old Percy Jackson, even if it was a few weeks later.

Unknown to his conscience, Young Percy, harbouring and diving in unwanted emotions after a session with Chiron and the insufferable Zoe Nightshade, raised the tide and without wishing to let it wash over the new camper.

He had no intention to make a girl miserable, really. But how was he to explain that to Dionysus who accused him of disturbing peace with the young girl? How was he to explain to the girl who rushed away before he could gather his senses that he hadn't taken notice of her small form before the waves crashed and his eyes followed?

How was he to make amends with the fellow demigod when he was whisked away to a new quest the very next day.

When he returned Percy had already forgotten. Whatever poison he endured on his little adventure made a mess of his recent memories and he had merely see the face of the girl he dropped his wave on and only ever seen her clothed in water.He didn't even know who her godly parent was for the gods' sake! As given, he was unable to seek out the unfortunate camper with dark hair.... or was it red? Maybe Y/H/C. Surely you will forgive him and forget about it over time. He let it go, for now, and eventually from his memory.

Fourteen year old and Percy Jackson just returned to camp for the summer. That's when he saw her first. The girl who made his legs feel like Jell-O. She was sitting on the steps of her cabin, the ares cabin, dark hair raised by the winds and torched under the blazing Sun. To fourteen year old Percy, she looked magical. He had to tell Grover and Annabeth.

On a fine morning when the Sun was right above his head, making drops of sweat drip down his face, Percy was strolling alongside a lake, looking for company. Grover was away to meet his girlfriend and Annabeth occupied with counselor duties. Even Tyson claimed he had work to attend to! Turns out he was the only one with no jobs other than almost dying every summer.

Now generally, if you ask me I'll say that it isn't the smartest decision to let Percy Jackson, son of the sea god, to be his own devices because trouble truly seeked him out. But he's fourteen! and OH! look closely! Don't you think he's blushing? and a bit lost.

As said, Percy was indeed relishing the memories of a certain Ares girl, arguing against himself whether he should go talk to her.

Maybe the gods were prying into his thoughts, or perhaps Aphrodite was bored or Apollo wanted to mess with him. Only a few steps away, he noticed her small form. It brought back something into his mind: another girl and waves but whatever that was it slipped out when she looked at him.

Her Y/E/C eyes, sparkling under the golden sunlight that peeked through the canopy, strands of hair loosely waving in the breeze. Her hand stop scribbling in her small notebook, that he's seen her carrying around before t--

"Anything you want, Jackson?"

Percy shrugged. The poison might have been really bad. He searched for proper words but his brain denied him the service.

"Uh, no-" he gave his head a much needed shake, "I was just wandering around looking for something to help me pass the time."

"Oh, Alright. I hope you find something soon" and she focused back on your writing- drawing? what was she doing?

Percy wanted to talk to her. But she seemed uninterested. He knew he should leave, but after almost dying multiple times, he knew better than to do just that.

"So, what do you think I can do?" He asked, hoping

"Don't you have friends, Jackson? Why don't you go find Annabeth or you brother, uh Ty-"

"Tyson? He says he's busy. Annabeth had 'counselor duties' or something" he air quoted.

"Grover?"

"With his girlfriend."

"He has a girlfriend??"

"Juniper. She's a dryad"

"In that case take a walk by the strawberry fields, or train, work in the forgery? There's plenty to do in camp."

"Oh" Percy's brain adviced him to leave debating that he's disturbing her peace and this time he obliged "Okay then, I'll go find something to keep me busy. See you later"

"Yeah."

He left and over the course of next few days, before he was thrown away into the labyrinth for yet another quest, Percy established to himself that, for whatever reasons, Y/N Y/L/N was not at all keen to form a friendship with Percy Jackson.

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rosyjuly · 11 months

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galex sugar rush au because i've been hooked on this terrible show and i want baker boys pining and whipping up gorgeous desserts.

The whole thing had been George’s idea.

“No.”

“Alex, come on,” George had said, trying to catch Alex’s eye, but Alex had been looking away, handsome face scrunched up in a grimace.

“Be serious now,” Alex had scoffed. He had finished his coffee with one last gulp and sprung to his feet. George threw his paper cup in the trash and followed him inside, looking at the nape of Alex’s neck as they’d crossed out of the courtyard’s sunlight and back into the dark of the kitchen’s staff entrance.

“I am being serious,” George had said, trying to keep his voice low, avoid drawing attention to the discussion now bordering on an argument. “Listen, it’s fifty grand – think about what we could do with that money.”

Anyway, they’re watching the episode now with Alex’s siblings, piled too close together on the couch.

“Don’t you start it without me,” Chloe says, pointing at Alex, when the microwave beeps. Alex’s apartment is only barely bigger than a studio; with the six of them crammed into the makeshift living room it feels practically claustrophobic, a train carriage at peak hour. The old couch doesn’t have the stamina to support three people anymore and every time Alex shifts it sags and sends George and Zoe tumbling down into the middle, the two of them pooling around Alex in a tumble of legs. George keeps his hands in his lap, just in case.

“I’m telling you,” Alex groans, “you already know the result! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

“If it was a big deal you’d have fucking made something,” Luca says without looking up from his phone.

“There’s popcorn,” Alex tells him, nodding at Chloe who’s returning with two bowls from the kitchen.

“Albono, you’re the laziest person I know,” George says. He drags a playful hand through Alex’s hair; the bleached strands are soft between his fingers.

“I deal with enough food during my day job if you haven’t noticed, thank you very much,” Alex says, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t pull his head away though. He picks up the remote and presses play, which finally shuts everyone up, even if just while Hunter March explains the rules of the chocolate-themed episode.

“Aww, I didn’t remember you guys had matching little outfits,” Zoe clicks her tongue.

“George’s idea,” Alex says, reaching around blindly for the popcorn. He’s right. It was: but it’s just blue aprons, nice cotton ones in a deep navy color, big, practical pockets on both sides. George actually wanted headbands, too, but Alex took one look at the bandanas, and said it’s either them or him. It was an easy choice, after that.

George crosses his arms over his chest as the other teams are introduced. Most of them look smooth, in sync; he’s been trying to avoid stressing about how he and Alex will come across.

“We’re friends and coworkers,” he sees himself say on screen, over-articulating the words like he does when he’s stressed. Alex next to him looks almost bored, eyebrow half-cocked at the camera.

“I got him drunk enough to admit that he hired me because he thought I was cute,” Alex says, flashing a bright smirk.

“For the record, I don't have hiring privileges,” George-on-the-screen says after a guffaw. George remembered feeling caught out: it’s not like Toto hadn’t asked him what he thought of Alex after his trial shift, and Alex was definitely his type: tall and handsome with an attitude. And he hadn’t even bleached his hair back then.

“Oh, you guys were laying it on pretty thick,” Zoe says, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

George hums, crosses his arm on his chest. He and Alex look like as much of a well-oiled team on screen as they feel in the kitchen, leaning close together over the countertop, notebook spread out in front of them.

“I think we should do something a bit more out of the box,” George-on-the-screen says, sketching up the bottom of the cupcake. “Peanut butter, raspberry, chili – that’s done and dusted.”

“Why don’t we do a pistachio one?” Alex says. He draws the frosting, dots the top part of the swirl. “Pair it with some nice dark chocolate in the dough, some crushed nuts on top, hm?”

In the next interlude, Alex says, his apron clean, his hair artfully swept to one side, “He makes it tasty, I make it look good.”

George snorts, nudges their knees together. “As if it wasn’t you coming up with that concept and like, half of the others.”

Alex doesn’t answer, but he presses his leg along George’s.

George still can’t believe Jacques Torres was in the same room, that he tasted their cupcake and liked it – liked it enough to name them the winners of the first round, blown away by the richness of the frosting, the satisfying, salty crunch of toasted pistachios.

For the confection, the two other teams already picked ruby chocolate, so they settled on gold instead to set themselves apart. George isn’t sure how much footage will be shown of them – probably more, now that one team’s already been eliminated. But he isn’t prepared for the exact moment when Alex-on–the-screen says, “Why don’t we do ice cream?”, watches with avid mortification how George-on-the-screen immediately nods, face tense, mouth pressed in a thin line.

“I can do it with liquid nitrogen,” George-on-the-screen offers, already checking the shelves for the equipment.

“Those glasses are so funny,” Chloe says, phone pointed at the screen. She’s posting a story about it – George can’t wait to see the mocking caption. Better to focus on how silly he looks while he’s taking out the ice cream of the container, goggles and big, rubbery gloves on, instead of the immediacy he seeks to fulfill Alex’s every request. He’s never even used liquid nitrogen before; only knew the technique in theory. And it showed. The ice cream came out a touch too soft. Not even Alex’s carrot cake crumble could save it; the judges were more impressed by the flambéd bananas with the ruby chocolate soufflé.

But they went through. The girls exhale in relief, and so does George, even though he knows the outcome, has lived it for months now.

In the final round, they have to create a chocolate wonderland; whatever that means. George remembers the paralyzing fear he felt in the moment, blanking – but Alex was already sketching, his face lit up with excitement, hands moving in sweeping, relaxed motions.

“And we can do the ferris wheel with salt sticks,” Alex-on-the-screen is saying.

So they made a realistic Winter Wonderland cake; the fair in a cold, London December, covered in mud instead of snow. A large sheet cake with silky chocolate ganache, on top the barren trees, overpriced amusement rides.

It must look impressive enough, because even Luca puts his phone away, watches the screen with barely concealed attention. Alex-on-the-screen is making the ganache, pouring heated up heavy cream over the chocolate. When he calls George over for a second opinion, he’s offering the spoon, his other hand cupped under it for any spillage. George-on-the-screen is taken aback, blinking owlishly for a few seconds before snapping out of it and tasting. It was exquisite, of course.

When they’re done with the assembly and the piping, Alex-on-the-screen asks, “Do you need me to boss you around?” because George keeps hovering at the edge of the shot, fetching salt sticks and shying away from trying to build the freaking carousel.

“Mate, the editors really liked you,” George snorts, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I had good moments, too! Where are they!”

“Natural charm, what can I say,” Alex says, but he nudges a friendly shoulder against George’s.

It doesn’t even come as a surprise that they win. Their opponents’ cake was, well, cute, but lacked the kind of single-minded focus Alex and him brought to the table.

On the screen, he and Alex hug long enough that something starts fizzing in his stomach, hot and uncomfortable. He excuses himself as the music starts up and Hunter March starts thanking them for watching another episode, stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. It can’t be that obvious all the time, he thinks, because otherwise Alex would have noticed it already, would have said something. Anything.

When he comes out, Alex and Zoe are talking in the kitchen, voices low and hushed. He raps his knuckles lightly against the door. Zoe looks up, face sharp as she says, “I better go, I’m already an hour late to my friends.” Before she leaves, she fixes Alex with one last look that almost makes George flinch. It would be better to flee. Easier, at least. But Alex has always been kind; even if they hadn’t won the prize, if they hadn’t convinced Susie to invest in their confectionery, Alex wouldn’t just blank him.

The front door closes. The flat is quiet again: it’s just the two of them and the dishes in the sink. George itches to grab a sponge and occupy his hands; shoves them in his pocket instead.

“Felt weird to see ourselves like that.”

“Yeah,” Alex says, giving him a small smile. He doesn’t seem mad, truly. “Kinda insane to think about it, still, you know? Winning. Um, the money, of course. Our own place.” He looks down and shakes his head, smiling to himself.

“We make a good team,” George allows himself to say.

“We sure do.”

For a few seconds, they watch each other, the silence stretching like a taut bow. Then Alex clears his throat – George tries to steel himself for the blow, school his face into something neutral enough for the rejection.

“Um. Zoe said,” and he clears his throat again, “she said that I should man up – her words, not mine – that I’ve wasted enough time already.”

“With, uh, with me?” George asks with a valiant attempt to ignore the lump in his throat.

“Yes– no! Not with the shop, of course, just–” Alex scrubs a hand over his face. “Fuck, I’m getting this all wrong, just, let me–” and then he’s stepping in, cupping George’s nape with a hand as he slots their mouths together. George makes a noise that he’d deny on his deathbed – Alex seems into it anyways, he thinks – and presses closer, kisses him back.

#would i recomment the show? ehhhh #but it's fun and this is like 1.7k written in a few hours just because #galex #little fic #george/alex #idk my own tagging system but what's new!

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nixie-writes-aot · 1 year

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hello! can you do headcanons for the veterans with a deaf/mute s/o? if so, thank you! :)

Veteran Trio With Deaf/Mute S/O

Author's Note: I loved writing this! As someone who was recently diagnosed epileptic, I've found a shocking lack of x readers where the reader IS disabled. Especially in aot so I knew I needed to get it right. Thank you for the request and I hope I did it justice!

Warnings: fluff, mention of ableism in Levi's part with deaf s/o

Pairings: Erwin Smith x gender neutral reader, Hanji Zoe x gender neutral reader, Levi Ackerman x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Mute S/O

Erwin Smith

Erwin picked up that you were mute and couldn't talk very quickly

He also picked up on sign language even faster

Erwin cares for you extremely deeply. He tries his best to understand how it feels, not being able to talk

As such, he translates for you. When he can't?

Well he taught one of the cadets sign language and gave them the task of following you during the day, translating for those who can't understand you when you sign

He wants to accomodate you best he can

Which includes asking you questions, letting your voice be heard as to how best he could accomodate you

Erwin just wants to help you however possible

Hanji Zoe

Hanji didn't notice at first, to be honest

They just thought you were unnaturally quiet

You had to explain to them via writing on paper

Which was after you realized they didn't know sign language either

But thats okay because you teach them and you two bonded over that

Hanji then decides to bring it up to Erwin

They talk Erwin into making it mandatory to learn sign language

Hanji cherishes and loves you, reminding you daily that your disability does not make you unlovable or unworthy

Sometimes they end up forgetting to make sure your voice is heard

They're trying :(

Hanji just loves you so so much

Levi Ackerman

Levi is the middle ground, really

He doesn't pick it up as quickly as Erwin but faster than Hanji

He and you are hardly ever apart once you two start dating so he translates for you more often than not

But Levi also got you a notebook and pen on a chain so you can talk with those who don't know sign language

One day you ask him where he learned it

Levi, for once, answered a question about his past

His answer was one of the people he had in his little outfit back in the Underground taught him

Who knew that a group of people who went unchecked by the government would actually collect those struggling and help them, even if in tiny ways

Deaf S/O

Erwin Smith

Not much changes honestly

Except that he works on making sure you're always on a squad with at least one translator

Probably Miche's squad tbh

Namely because Miche is second to only Levi and doesn't have to hear to know whats going on

Erwin also just wants you really safe

Really, it gets annoying at times

Erwin always makes sure you know he's coming up

Mans does not even dream of approaching you from behind if he can help it

Hanji Zoe

Hanji is the BEST at science

So when they meet you, they decide to fashion hearing aids in hopes they work to help you

They want to make sure you are as accommodated as you can be

Hanji will stop at nothing to make you happy

And they love talking with you. So. Much.

Although when they get excited, their signing gets sloppy and nearly unreadable

If you're good at reading lips, that just might be the preferable choice with Hanji

Hanji just has so much they struggle to contain :(

Levi Ackerman

Levi, again, already knew how to sign before he met you

He just uses it instead of only reading it with a deaf s/o

Levi will beat the shit out of anyone who he sees being ableist towards you

Whether you can hear them or not

He cares about you more than anyone knows

Levi would probably kill for you

He has accidentally startled you a few times

Mans is already pretty quiet but when you can't hear him in the first place??

Absolute chaos

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i love nothing more than poems about water that dont make sense to anyone but me

#jk i hope it makes sense to u. or that it is at least beautiful #i hope if u read this u imagine the chorus to twin size mattress by the front bottoms playing under it #spilled ink #zoe's notebook #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #poets corner #writers and poets

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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

ft levi, zeke, hange, jean, eren

contains- black!fem!reader, fluff, slight family-centred angst (jean), nonbinary hange (they/them pronouns used)

༄ؘ LEVI ACKERMAN

loves when you burn incense

when you first started dating, he wondered how your room always smelt so good. it was a different smell to your perfume, but he couldn’t quite place it . and he was too nervous stubborn to ask.

it was only when he saw you organising the little draw in your nightstand that he rested his chin on your shoulder and peered over you in curiosity. you laughed through your nose at his refusal to ask when he was clearly intrigued. “incense.” you told him, leaning your head against his and producing a stick, “you burn it. comes in different flavours.” his lips quirk up and an amused tch slips past them, “scents.” he corrects, “they come in different scents.” you roll your eyes and flick a lighter on, holding the stick to the flame, “oh so now someone’s an expert.” he watches you purse your lips and blow out the flame, smoke dancing round the room and filling his senses with a familiar comfort.

when you move in together, your little collection of incense sticks and holders, lighters and matches is the first thing to be unpacked. when you’re both finally settled, the last remaining cardboard boxes nestled in the corner of your new shared bedroom, levi slides a black box tied with a satin ribbon over to you. you frown and open your mouth, ready to protest that you didn’t get him anything, but he cuts you off, rolling his eyes and telling you to “quit being a brat and just open it.” you slide off the ribbon and peek inside the box to find every scent that your favourite brand sells. he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close, “so we can find our favourite flavours, together” he smiles, pressing his lips to yours.

༄ؘ ZEKE JAEGER

loves that your knowledge compliments his

Zeke is aware that he is academically intelligent. he also knows that he has zero street smarts and could definitely improve upon his common sense. you’ve told him, this is how he knows. he now has a little notebook where he jots down your pearls of wisdom. *cough dork cough*

it started as little pieces of advice. you’d be cuddled together on his bed watching a murder docu when you’d pipe up, “you know you should dry your knitwear flat or you’ll ruin them babe.” he blinks and looks up at his sweaters and cardigans hanging from the laundry rack. “uh, yeah i should.. yeah.” he follows up by asking you the best temperature and spin cycle to wash them on.

he’s pulled out of his stupor as he feels you firmly tug on his hand. you’re frowning as you both walk past the commotion occurring at the end of the dim alley on your way home. once you’re a good distance away you turn to him and hiss “why would you stop?!” he stutters and tries to rationalise, “i don’t know! i was just.. curious i suppose.” “…” “…” “next time you hear arguing in an alleyway at 11pm.. keep it moving. understood?” “yes ma’am.” he replies sheepishly.

he loves sundays- it’s farmers market day. you’re grabbing your matching tote bags and keys, heading to the door. you’ve got the routine nailed by now- he spends the morning accounting for your weekly budget while you make a list of the necessities. “okay and remember,” you start, “i don’t buy anything until you can haggle with the stall owner.” he continues, “and i make sure i count my change and don’t overspend.” you finish. “ready?” he asks, opening the door for you to step out first. “set!” you smile as he locks the door and slides his hand into yours. “go team.” he laughs, pecking your forehead and beginning the usual walk to the marketplace.

༄ؘ HANGE ZOE

loves ‘assisting’ you on wash day

it’s mostly just them lingering in the doorway and observing you. or taking note of all the ingredients in your hairmasks and leave in conditioners.

“so what’s your hair type again?” they ask for the fourth time, their glasses still foggy from the showers steam. you sigh inwardly and use a towel to wipe their lenses. “i love you, but you know you don’t have to sit here the whole time right? i’ve still got a while to go.” they pout and put down the detangler they’re examining. “it’s just.. fascinating really. the work you put into maintaining it. i wanna know how you get it so perfect everytime!” your heart swells at their endearment and you hold up the first product in your routine. “okay, step one.”

you hear your name being called before the front door even closes and hange is bursting into the living room. their hands are full with bags branded with the hairstores logo. “hange.. i asked you to get me a bonnet. one. singular.” you say in bewilderment, rummaging through new products and accessories and hair tools. “i know i know i got carried away but that place is amazing!” they gush, “you have to take me back there next time you go!” their eyes are wide and sparkling as you chuckle, wrapping your hands round their neck. “we’re gonna have to go back anyway, love,” you say as your noses brush, “you forgot the bonnet.”

༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN

loves when you cook home food

Jeans vegetarian, aspiring to be vegan like you are. he adores watching your eyes light up when he compliments your cooking skills.

he was with you when you cut off your immediate family. he knew it was hard for you, knew you missed certain aspects of the family dynamic. he’d heard you mention that you missed your cultural foods and that you were determined to make them on your own now. the pot on the stove is bubbling at a simmer and the apartment is shrouded in a hearty, comforting aroma of spices. he’s leaning against the counter as you bring a wooden spoon loaded with a sample of the dish to his lips. his eyebrows lift and he hums in bliss as he savours the taste. “wow. it’s great baby. like.. incredible actually. wow.” he repeats. your shoulders slump in relief and you thank him before turning to plate everything up.

after he’s washed the dishes, he brings a plate of strawberries over to the couch where you pull back the blanket for him to settle next to you. you’re browsing through your recent shows and biting into the fruit when he cups your jaw and turns you to face him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, shining from the juice of the strawberry. “thank you. for sharing such a big part of yourself with me. i’m proud of you, you know.” you give him a watery smile as tears wet your lashline and you bury yourself in his neck. he runs his fingertips along your spine as you both whisper i love yous to eachother, knowing you’re not alone.

༄ؘ EREN JAEGER

loves helping you with your braids

he’s a sucker for your protective styles; his favourites are your regular knotless braids and the butterfly locs you sport on vacations.

eren is actually very helpful when it comes to your hair, and he claims he enjoys it so you have no qualms letting him help you. you binge a film series (this time it’s star wars) as you both work to take out your most recent box braids. you’re about to start empire strikes back when you turn to him and ask, “need a break?” he puts down his comb and huffs at you “again? we’re almost done!” “erennn,” you whine, “we’re not almost do- how have you finished more than me? ugh my fingers are cramping like crazy.”

you’ve given him free reign with the accessories this time and are not disappointed. he hands you the handheld mirror and you turn your head this way and that, admiring his handiwork; your braids are decorated with silver coils framing your face, gold cuffs at different lengths, the occasional ring placed sporadically and a little ‘E’ charm sitting by your right temple. he’s mixed both silver and gold but somehow it just works. he’s smiling smugly as you continue looking at yourself. “well well well mr jaeger, we just might make a stylist of you yet.” he leans in to ghost his lips over yours and whispers, “you couldn’t afford me, baby.” he’s snickering and dodging your attempt at grabbing his own dark locks, dramatically clutching his imaginary pearls. “i believe a thank you is in order!”

a/n: self indulgence! at every turn! anyways..

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 6 months

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Zoe's Reprise: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: Rossi needs your help when a young girl brings a case to his attention, unfortunately, at her death. High School reunion invitations have gone out and you receive yours, unfortunately.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Only you, Spencer, and Dan go to the dump site. If you can get a read on the unsub's energy, you might be able to pinpoint him in a crowd. You never saw Zoe's body, but you can only assume that the same energy will be on her body. It's past dusk so no one was out to witness the murder. The victim was found in the small lake surrounding the area.

When you get there, there are two dozen people already on the scene, and some of them are already pulling the victim's body out of the water.

"They're bringing him up right now. Teenagers found him a little over an hour ago," Dan says after speaking with some officers.

Once they get him on solid ground, you walk over to the body to examine him. The energy surrounding him is angry but solid. That means the unsub has control over his emotions and knows what he's doing. The white of the victim's eyes is red with blood like petechiae.

"It's petechiae in the whites of his eyes," Spencer confirms your theory. The victim also has bruising on his neck since he was strangled with something. "Judging from the bruising, he was probably strangled with a wire."

"Is this our guy?" Dan asks.

"It has to be. A jogger doesn't get murdered every day. Whatever signature he left was probably washed away in the water," you state.

"Who's he mimicking now?"

"Bike path rapist Altemio Sanchez comes to mind. He trolled bike paths near Buffalo garroting his victims. It looks like he copied everything except for the rape. The strangulation is a repetition of his last murder of Zoe. It's the first time he's repeated himself."

"Zoe's murder was spontaneous, though," you say. "He didn't plan it. He acted on instinct and did what came naturally to him."

"Maybe what came naturally felt good to him and he wanted to feel it again."

"If he's starting to repeat a pattern, he may have found himself."

You're ninety-eight percent certain the unsub isn't going to murder again tonight, so you'll have to pick things up in the morning. Rossi isn't feeling any better from the previous day but you're not going to ask him about it. He's reading Zoe's notebook when you come in the next morning along with Hotch and Spencer.

Rossi is feeling desperate and gives the notebook to Spencer for him to read while you and Hotch get settled in. It doesn't take long for Spencer to read the entire notebook, and Rossi is eager to hear his thoughts.

"Do you see anything in there?"

"Just the notations of an observant student. I've been thinking, though. Zoe got all of her information from the newspapers and from Paula McConnell's column. There's no way she could have known about every homicide in the city. Not every homicide is reported in the papers."

Paula McConnell is the city's most trustworthy person for crime news. If a murder has been reported, then she will know about it.

"How do we know the unsub didn't commit more murders than the ones noted in her journals?"

"We don't."

"We can check missing persons and see if anyone was last seen in the unsub's operating zone. I think when we get him, he'll be curious. He'll ask questions."

JJ walks into the police station quickly as if she's in a hurry to get somewhere. An older woman walks in right behind her with an angry look on her face.

"Rossi heads up. She knows."

They must have done something together without anyone else knowing. Rossi stands up to greet the woman, but she waves a pink paper in his face angrily. It looks like a funeral receipt from where you stand. Rossi's guilt plus this funeral receipt is enough to tell you he paid for Zoe's services without her mother knowing. No one would get this angry about their friend or someone they didn't know.

"Did you do this? I don't need or want your money. I have taken care of my daughter for twenty-two years, and she is still my responsibility. I don't need any help from you. You didn't even know her."

"I'm sorry if I've offended you."

"Leave us alone."

Rossi is feeling more guilty than he did before, especially after facing her mother. She leaves just as Dan walks in with reports of another dead body. You walk over to Rossi with uncertainty in your eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Rossi leaves the room without answering you, and you bite your lower lip in thought. Again, you can't focus on him since you have to go to another crime scene. Because this one is so recent, you can tap into the unsub's energy a lot more than you could with the previous one.

The unsub's energy is swirling around the dead body and weaving through police and ambulance personnel. Upon your arrival, all that energy swirls into one focus point next to the body. That energy transforms into what the unsub looks like. Normally, the unsub's face is a black hole since that's the hardest thing to see, but this time, you can clearly see what this unsub looks like.

He's a white male, has red curly hair, a red beard, and is really thin. He's very composed even when he's murdering his victims. You've never seen this man since you've been here, so he's really good at evading police presence.

"I see him."

"What do you see?" Hotch asks.

"Him. All of him. He's white, has red curly hair, a red beard, and is really thin. I don't usually get this clear of a picture but it's like he wants me to see him."

"This was recent," Spencer says after visually examining the body. "The bruises on her neck are still reddish with no other obvious signs of trauma."

"This isn't a bike path like the last one. Which serial killer is he mimicking now?" Dan asks.

"I don't think he is mimicking anymore. He's starting to show consistency. I think he's developing his own style."

"Has anybody touched her?" Hotch asks after looking at her face closely.

"No. They have instructions to wait for us and the ME."

"Where is he?"

"He's over there. Dr. Edwards!" Dan calls out to him.

"Could you take a look at this spot on her forehead?" Hotch asks him.

"That's strange. Let me swab it and get it back to the lab."

There's something causing this unsub's frenzy if he's murdering three people in three days. It could be something drastic in his personal life like he lost or gained control of something or someone. It could be himself. If he's defined himself as a strangler, then he could be perfecting his style like he's awakened something inside of himself.

The results from the lab came back quickly, and preliminary tests confirm that there is acetyl alcohol on the woman's forehead. The only way it'd be there is if he used alcohol wipes to sterilize the area. Or he could have done something to it and used it to wipe away any evidence like his DNA.

It could be part of his signature. The only way to know for sure is if you look at the previous victims to see if they had it on their foreheads. The only issue is that any evidence on the previous victim was washed away by the water and the other bodies were cremated.

Except for one.

Zoe.

Her mother didn't like Rossi showing up at her house and asking if they could exhume her daughter's body. Rossi hates to ask a grieving mother to put her daughter through more trauma, but it's necessary to catch her killer, and that's what convinced her to do it. After she was exhumed, she was brought back to the ME's office for further examination.

They found trace amounts of saliva on her forehead, enough for a DNA sample. It matched Eric Ryan Olsen who is twenty-three, he's lived in Cleveland his whole life, did two and a half years in jail for attempted sexual assault, and was paroled six months ago. His picture matched the exact person you saw with his energy.

The only thing is that you thought he'd be a student, and according to Penelope, he was. When he was in jail, he took independent courses in forensic science and criminology from an out-of-state school. That's enough information to get a warrant from the judge.

Of course, Eric isn't at his home when you arrive, but there is plenty inside that incriminates him even if you didn't have his DNA on Zoe. There are a bunch of books on murderers, including one from the very exclusive David Rossi. There are pictures on the wall of different sceneries which is weird for someone who is into murdering people.

"Reid, check the computer," Hotch says. "Detective, we should talk to the neighbors and find out where he goes."

"Aaron. He's reading my books," Rossi says.

"Reid, anything?"

"There's something on his calendar. It's an appointment for Al's Ale House tonight."

"That's five miles away," Dan says.

"Split into two. Let's stop him before he murders someone else."

You go with Derek, Hotch goes with Roddi, Emily goes with Dan, and Spencer stays behind to keep digging on Eric's computer. Emily and Dan are going to the alehouse to see if he's there, and if he's not, then he couldn't have gotten far. There is a park near the alehouse that you go to, and immediately, you catch Eric's energy.

"Come on, this way."

You lead Derek further into the large park. After dodging half a dozen trees, you see Eric on top of a woman in the clearing with his hands on her throat.

"FBI!" Derek yells and runs over to the couple. "Get off the girl!"

Derek tackles him to the ground as you comfort the woman who coughs over and over again.

"It's okay. You're okay now," you say.

"Get off me," she pushes you away.

"It's okay. We're trying to help you."

"No stop!" she yells at Derek. "He's my boyfriend!"

Now this, you weren't expecting.

Eric is the unsub you're looking for, so you take him and his girlfriend, Lina Jones, back to the police station. If she didn't know about his activities, then she's going to be in a world of hurt when she finds out the truth. If she did know, then you've caught the duel team responsible. It's not uncommon for the girlfriends or wives of murderers to not know what their spouses are into. One of the Hillside Stranglers' girlfriends didn't know her boyfriend was a murderer. Even BTK's wife had no idea.

Not like Linda has the opportunity to know what Eric was into since they met six months ago online. While Hotch and Rossi are talking to Eric, you're in the room alone with Linda. She refuses to believe that her boyfriend is a murderer despite not knowing much about him.

"No, he can't be this guy," she shakes her head.

"We found his DNA on a murder victim."

"What?"

"We think he's responsible for the murders of seven other people in the last seven weeks. Two of his victims were raped."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

Usually when people say that, they mean it as a metaphor for being so disgusted by what they've learned. However, Linda is completely serious. Her face turns a sickly green, and you grab the small trash can in the corner before she can throw up. Once she finishes, she takes the cup of water you've provided for her and washes down the horrible taste.

"I need to ask you about your sex life," you say.

"That's personal."

"Your boyfriend's a serial killer. Your relationship is no longer private."

"It's completely normal to experiment with sex."

"You're absolutely right. It's normal to have sex in a public park, but what about him strangling you?"

"We were just role-playing. Every couple has fantasies."

"Did you ever think it was strange that your boyfriend has fantasies about strangling and raping women?"

"Not women. Just me."

"Did he kiss you on the forehead?"

"How did you know that?"?

"Did he have any other preferences in bed?"

"No."

"Did he ever roleplay by tying you up?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. He liked being an exhibitionist. It was really the only way he could get excited," she sighs.

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't like having sex in bed, so he took me to public places."

"Where?"

"Do I have to tell you this?" she groans.

"Please."

"The first time was at Kingsbury Park, then at a movie theater, then in a parking lot in my car."

Each place she's describing is where the victims were found. If you're right, then he's only going to those places to get excited knowing he killed someone there.

"Did he ever take you to the second street bridge, off the bike path?"

"Yeah."

That's where the jogger was killed. The door opens and Hotch walks in with a pad and paper. He's been listening the whole time, and if she can list every place they've had sex, then you can uncover more victims of his.

"I need you to write down for me all the places he took you to have sex."

You give her some privacy to do that but it doesn't take long for her to come up with the list. Hotch walks back into Eric's room with the list in hand. You stand outside the window and watch them with your arms crossed. Sitting next to Eric is an older man who you presume to be his lawyer.

"The D.A.'s not gonna need to negotiate a deal with you."

"Cedar Park, Edgewater Channel, Cuyahoga Valley Park, and Euclid Creek," Rossi reads. "We'll send units in the morning to search for the bodies."

"How'd you find out?" Eric asks. "Is it something I did?"

"Eric," his lawyer stresses, but Eric ignores him.

"You needed to revisit the crime scenes because it was the only way for you to get a gratifying sexual release, but revisiting the scenes wasn't enough. You had to capture it on film, put it on your computer, and display it on your wall so you could look at it every day."

"Eric, we should talk privately. This isn't over," the lawyer says.

"I always knew I'd end up back in prison. It was just a matter of when. You can come interview me if you want." The lawyer sighs and closes his notebook knowing he can't help Eric anymore. "I read in one of your books that's how you built your behavioral database, right? Maybe you can learn something from me. I got a lot of questions myself. I'll be honest with you if you're honest with me because the one thing that you always ask is the one thing that I don't understand. Why? I have no idea why. I see a guy walking down the street with a stupid look on his face, and I want to bash him over the head with a bottle. To me that's normal. It's weird to me that no one else feels that way. It's all I think about. I can't stop."

Units were sent to all locations with cadaver dogs, and all victims were recovered from every single site. Every victim got the justice they deserved, and all their families got the answers they were looking for. This case wasn't as bad as the other ones you're involved in, but it did leave you just as drained as the other ones.

You sit down on the couch inside the plane with a sigh. You take out the invitation from your bag and stare at it in thought. Should you go? Will you throw it away? It would be nice to rub it in everyone's faces that you're in the FBI despite all of them calling you a freak for your abilities.

"Going might not be so bad," Spencer says and sits next to you.

"With you there, it won't be," you smile up at him.

"In youth, we learn; in age, we understand." - Austrian novelist, Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach

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You Broke Me First

Part 17

Zoe had a smile on her face from the second she got that text from Cillian, all throughout the hot shower she took, picking out clothes, getting dressed, picking up coffee and driving to work.

She picked out a white sleeveless bodysuit with structured shoulders, black pleated dress pants and some mules. She put on her gold bracelets that her grandmother passed down to her when she died (they were in her jewelry box collecting dust) and put on some gold necklaces and earrings. Instead of straightening her hair or putting it in a messy bun like usual, she decided to add some product to it and let it stay wavy, blow drying it upside down and scrunching it so it had volume. Zoe's hair was naturally very wavy and normally she hated it, but she decided to embrace it today.

I look like a lion, she thought to herself as she took one final look in the mirror.

Zoe arrived at work and walked in with her head held high. She walked down the long hallway towards her office, past the cubicles of junior writers that once stared her down. She felt confident, she felt happy, she felt wanted. Cillian had transformed her entire mood. If she knew one blackout night and a sloppy facetime call to him would change everything, she would of done this a long time ago.

She closed her office door, set her bag and coffee down, and sat at her desk. First things first - music. She opened her spotify and shuffled her "liked songs" playlist.

She took out her notebook and opened to the most recent page. She always made a "to do" list for the following day at the end of her day. Since she didn't get anything done on Monday, she wanted to speed through her to do list for Monday and play catch up for today:

Monday:

schedule Emma Stone interview- get talking points and questions

try and get contact info for wardrobe assistant for Poor Things - check with Casey from accounting?? cousin was a PA on set or something??

follow up with editor for Cill article --- where is it haven't had any feedback in weeks?????

see if can get invite for new PR firm party next month - Jlo should be there with Ben

speaking of ben - see if i can get a contact for jennifer garner, want to do segment for her Pretend Cooking Show and possibly do ina Garten collab -- pitch to Donna first

Zoe didn't get a chance to get started on anything before there was a knock on the door.

"Come in-" Zoe started, but the person had walked in anyway. "Oh, hey Mia"

Mia was one of the junior writers at Zoe's job. She latched onto Zoe as a mentor and always asked her to proofread her articles and, in turn, became somewhat close to Zoe.

Mia closed the door and sat down in the chair across from Zoe.

"Something is going on and you're not telling me" Mia said.

"What do you mean?"

"You seem... happier... well no shit, you're dating a movie star, I bet you jetted off to San Tropez for the weekend and spent it on a yacht" Mia said.

"Mia, you couldn't be more wrong" Zoe said, laughing while reminiscing of her spilling out of the dive bar Sunday night. Not exactly San Tropez.

"Ugh, I hate you so much," Mia said, leaning back into the chair and looking up at the ceiling. "How does it feel to be the envy of every girl ever?"

"Oh, stop it" Zoe said, rolling her eyes.

"Zo, you're dating Tommy Shelby. Girls have wet dreams about being with Tommy Shelby."

"I'm not dating Thomas Shelby" Zoe said, rolling her eyes.

"He still has the haircut. So at least you can pretend" Mia pointed out.

"Do you need help with something?" Zoe said, half jokingly and half serious. She felt uncomfortable talking about her relationship with Cillian, mainly because she still didn't feel comfortable lying about it. She rather avoid the entire topic all together.

"Just tell me one thing, please" Mia said, leaning forward in her chair, elbows on her knees and lowering her voice, "Is the sex good at least? Tell me it's mind blowing"

Couldn't tell ya, Mia, Zoe thought.

"Its... it's indescribable" Zoe settled on. Not exactly a lie, right? You can't describe what you don't remember.

"Ugh, I bet!" Mia said, standing up. "I'll tell you one thing" She continued as she walked towards the office door, "If he ever comes to visit you and I'm alone with him the elevator, i can't make promises I won't keep my hands to myself" She said, sticking her tongue out.

"You're a creep, close my door" Zoe said, rolling her eyes.

Before the door could click shut, it swung open again.

"Hi Honey!" Donna said dramatically, walking in.

"Hey Donna" Zoe smiled sweetly.

"Listen, sweetie, about your Cillian article," Donna paused, "I think it's best if we shelf it for the time being."

Zoe was heartbroken. "What???" why? it's with the editors, I was actually going to follow up so I can get it to publishing"

"Actually, I pulled it from the editors last week and it's been with me on my desk all this time" Donna said, looking out the windows behind Zoe's desk.

"What? why?" Zoe asked again.

"I just think... We, the partners feel that with your current 'relationship' status that an article written by you about him wouldn't exactly go over well" she stated.

"So it's a dead interview?" All that work for nothing. She's in a fake relationship because of this interview! well.... not fake feelings... I think.. Zoe thought, started to spiral.

"We are thinking about how to proceed, we might shelf it, or we might re-do the piece with Cynthia conducting the interview instead"

Zoe saw red. "Donna" She started

"Oh Zoe don't start. Enough with this rivalry. You need to bury this" Donna said, walking towards the door. "Again, no decision has been met yet, I just wanted to keep you posted. Lets do lunch later this week sweetie, i'll see you later" She said, leaving just as fast as she arrived.

Zoe sat there in silence, trying to figure out how she felt about those two interactions.

On one hand, she liked that she was the envy of the females, according to Mia. Even though it's technically a contract relationship, the feelings are real... right? right.

As for the piece... that flat out pissed her off. Cynthia and Zoe got hired at the same time, but where Zoe had to show a lengthy portfolio of articles she's done, Cynthia's father "donated" new Mac computers to the entire building. Her heart wasn't in the storytelling part of journalism, she wanted to be close to celebrities and be one. Granted, Zoe was the one who was now dating one..... but Zoe didn't intend for that to happen. Cynthia tries to date everyone she interviews - what if she makes a move on Cillian??? No, she wouldn't. She knew they were in a relationship... right?

Zoe threw her pen on her desk and leaned back in her chair. This day started off so promising, so positive and happy, and now she had a knot in her chest.

Just then, her phone went off, a text.

From Cillian.

Dinner tonight? your place? unless you're sick of me xx

Zoe smiled.

-My to do list got cut in half, i'm leaving here at 4. Gonna stop at the store first, meet at my place at 5? -sounds good love. xx

Okay, that's something to look forward to I guess. Zoe thought. She'll pick up a bottle of wine and relax with her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend.... her"boyfriend"? Her contractually obligated boyfriend?

Cillian. She'll relax with Cillian.

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Zoe pulled up to her apartment to Cillian sitting on the front steps. She parked and hopped out of the car carrying the bottle of wine.

"Hey you" Cillian said, standing up and immediately pulling her into a kiss. "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you" Zoe smiled. She looked behind him on the steps and noticed the pizza box. "Pizza night?" She asked.

"Yea, I didn't know what to get last minute, and didn't want to show up empty handed, and I figured it's a safe bet" He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Of course pizza is a safe bet. Lets go upstairs" She said, silently thanking god that she straightened up her apartment before she left that morning.

They went up the stairs and entered the apartment, placing the pizza and wine on the counter.

Zoe turned around, half expecting Cillian to pounce on her. She knew there was sexual frustration since last night, and she wanted to continue what they started.

But, much to her dismay, Cillian began to get the wine glasses out of the cabinet and uncork wine, pouring Zoe a glass first. He carried the pizza box and his wine to the coffee table, placing them down and sitting on the couch in front of it. He opened the pizza box before yelling back to her "Hey, can you grab napkins for us?"

Hm. okay. a little bit too domesticated for me tonight, but okay, Zoe thought, grabbing some napkins. She kicked off her shoes and sat next to him on the couch, accepting a slice from him.

They made small talk about their day, and Zoe asked how the house hunting went. Cillian's mood suddenly changed.

"It's turning into a nightmare" He said, shaking his head.

"Why?"

Cillian sighed. "because now that she signed the papers, she wants this done, like yesterday. As if she wasn't the one who dragged this out for so long. She wants me out of the house in the next couple of days or else the buyer is gonna walk away. So I need to be out of the house by Thursday"

Zoe stopped chewing. "Cillian... its literally Tuesday"

"Yea, no shit" Cillian huffed. "I found a house, put in an offer, but no way it'll be ready by Thursday. It's fine. I have my assistant looking for an airb&b for me in the meantime, but I have to board Scout, which I don't like"

Zoe had an idea.

"Well... you can stay here" Zoe said.

Cillian looked at her. "I don't know, love, I don't want to be in your way-"

"This sounds like a conversation we had last yesterday, except roles were reversed" Zoe laughed. "But I'm serious. I'm assuming all of your furniture is going to storage, correct?"

Cillian nodded. "They started today actually"

"So pack a bag for a couple of days, bring Scout, and stay here. Stay for as long as you need. I know it's not much, we have ubers here, the streetlight outside flickers all night, the hot water takes a minute to get luke warm, if you want hot you gotta wait about 5 minutes, and the walls are a little thin, but it's not that bad. And you're more than welcome here" Zoe said, standing up and heading into the kitchen.

"Are you allowed to even have pets here?" Cillian said, standing up and following her.

"Yea it's fine, there are dogs here. And this way if the house falls through, you can look for another one and not have to worry about extending the airb&b or finding a new one"

Zoe was drying her hands on the dishtowel when she felt Cillian wrap his arms around her from behind, nuzzling into her neck. "But where would I sleep?" He teased.

Zoe smiled. "Scout and I already claimed the bed. You sir are getting the couch" She teased back.

"mhmmm, and I bet you'll be on the couch with me before you fall asleep" He said, starting to kiss your neck.

Zoe rolled her head to the side, making it easier for him to kiss her neck. He squeezed her tighter in his arms, making Zoe sigh and relax into him. He suddenly stopped and spun her around; she was now facing him, nose to nose, still trapped in his arms.

"Ok," He whispered. "But you gotta let me help out"

"Help with what?" Zoe laughed. "It's not hard to manage a 900 square foot apartment, I assure you"

"I could be a pain, you could end up hating me by the time this is done" He said softly, hands traveling from her back to her hips, right where the hem of her jeans sat.

"I could handle you" Zoe responded, which prompted Cillian to raise an eyebrow and smirk.

"Alright love," He said, fingertips gently dipping into her jeans, rubbing the soft flesh of her stomach.

"You wanna play house? Lets play house."

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy

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fxckadoodledoomunson · 2 years

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Unhinged | Part 5 | S.T AU

Summary: While you decide to abort your plan exposing Zoe, Eddie thinks there’s something going on between you and Jason.

Warning(s): smoking, swearing, Andy basically being a dick.

Tagged: @hayleybarnesx @marianita195 @eddiemunson17 @imbringingsexycrab @dylanmunson @ali-r3n @lalouvemeneuse @chaos-incorp @sadbitchfangirl @namesaretomainstream @tayhar811 @ajkamins @ynmunson @superduckmilkshake @ih3artdanielle @hqtetsurou @mizgames @luapou @erisdogwood

The next day, you and Chrissy were chatting by your locker, discussing what snacks to get for movie night when Nancy came over.

“Hi, how was the gig?” She asked you.

“It was good,” you replied. “Even Chrissy enjoyed it.”

Chrissy nodded as she said, “Definitely.”

“Shame you didn’t join us,” you told Nancy.

“Yeah, but sadly the articles aren’t going to write themselves,” Nancy told you. “Oh, that reminds me, I need to talk to Fred. I’ll see you guys in class.”

“See you later,” you called out as Nancy walked up to Fred and chatted to him, while you and Chrissy made your way to class, when Chrissy mentioned, “Oh, Jason called last night. He said that his parents are letting him throw a party for graduation and he wanted me to invite you...”

You looked forward, seeing an exhausted Eddie about to walk into class. You waved at him, but he didn’t acknowledge you. As he went inside, you asked yourself, looking confused, “Is he okay?”

“Huh?” Chrissy exclaimed.

You turned to her and replied, “Nothing.”

You both entered the classroom when you spotted the two jocks, Andy and Chance standing in front of a sleeping Eddie.

“Looks like the freak’s been up all night doing rituals with his cult again,” Andy snidely commented, making Chance laugh.

Andy looked around the classroom when he found a pair of scissors from the teacher’s desk draw. As he picked it up, Patrick began to tell him, “Andy, what-“

Andy shushed him, before asking Chance, “Which should I cut first? His hair or his vest?” You were about to pull Andy away from Eddie when Chance got you in a bodylock.

As Chrissy begged him not to do it, Andy was about to approach Eddie once more when Jason walked in and asked, “What’s going on?”

Jason saw you trying to wriggle your way out of Chance’s grip and Andy about to cut Eddie’s hair.

A groggy Eddie looked up as he slowly woke up when Jason grabbed Andy’s wrist as he sternly told him, “Put the scissors back.”

“Oh come on Jason,” Andy snickered “You’re not-“

“Serious? Yeah, I am,” Jason retorted. “Do you want Higgins to make you repeat senior year?”

Andy silently gaped, as Jason told him, “Move away from Munson and put the scissors back where they belong.”

As Andy reluctantly put the scissors back in the draw, Jason turned to Chance and told him, “And you! Let her go.”

At once, Chance had let go of you. You rubbed your arms as Jason asked you, “Are you okay?”

You nodded as you and Chrissy made your way to your seats, when you heard Andy asked Chance, “What’s up with him and that freak girl?”

Jason was about to sit down when a still groggy Eddie asked, “Am I dreaming? Or did you just help me?”

“Just dreaming, Munson,” Jason quickly told him, before going to his seat.

Eddie rested his head on the desk and was about to go back to sleep when he noticed Jason was looking at you. Meanwhile, you turned your head to the side, finding Jason looking over yours and Chrissy’s direction, before looking down at his notebook.

As you looked down at your desk, you thought, Why’s he acting like this in public?

You then turned to Eddie, who was snoring, as you thought about your decision about telling Eddie about Zoe.

Later on in the afternoon, you were grabbing a couple of books from your locker. You closed and locked it, before walking to your next class when Andy slammed your books from your hands, causing them to drop to the floor. He cackled as he walked away, calling you a freak.

You squatted down to grab your books, as you muttered under your breath, “Dickhead.”

You reached to grab another book when someone picked it up. You turned to find Jason squatting next to you with your book in his hand.

As you both stood up, he passed you your book, as you suspiciously looked at him.

“What? No thank you?” He asked, as put his hands in his pockets.

“Why are you being like this?” You asked.

“Like what?”

“First, you stopped your teammates picking on me and Eddie and now you’re helping me pick up my book.”

“So I’m not allowed to help my girlfriend’s friend?”

“You’ve forgotten that Chrissy is supposed to be your ex-girlfriend. You can’t stage a breakup, and then be pleasant towards me in public. People are already talk-“

He leaned towards you, as he told you in a hushed tone, “Hey, it was your idea for me and Chrissy to stage that breakup just so you can show Munson that his girlfriend is crazy.”

You sighed before telling him, “Well you can have her back. I’m going to tell Chrissy to abort. I’m also going to tell Eddie about Zoe, so you don’t have to worry anymore.”

Jason stuttered as he watched you walked to your next class, while you were both unaware that Eddie had been watching from afar.

He sighed as he thought about what Steve said earlier this morning...

Eddie and Steve were having a smoke as Dustin grabbed his science project from the back seat.

“Thanks Steve, see you later,” Dustin said, as he started walking with Max and Lucas, before telling Eddie. “See you at lunch, Eddie.”

As they watched the freshmen go inside, they noticed that Andy was about to throw a basketball at your direction.

Eddie was about to run up to warn you, as Andy threw the ball your way when Jason caught it, blocking you.

Jason turned to you and gave you a small smile, before throwing the ball back to a confused Andy.

“Jesus, first a wink and now saving her ass from his cronies.” Steve muttered when Eddie turned to him as he asked, “What? When did he wink at her?”

Steve quietly groaned, realising that Eddie heard.

He told him about how he saw Jason winking at you the other day at work.

Eddie looked over to you as Chrissy, who was with her cheer squad, greeted you before you both went inside.

“Why did he wink at her?” A suspicious Eddie asked. “I mean, she’s Chrissy’s friend, but she isn’t exactly on friendly terms with Jason. Right Harrington?”

Steve sighed, before telling him, “Look man, it’s not my place to say.”

Eddie looked over at Jason and his friends, as he thought of the worst...

After school, you were rushing outside to meet Eddie when you knocked into Jason.

“Watch it freak!” Jason spat.

As you glared back at him, you thought, Hopefully that won’t make anyone suspicious anymore.

You turned your head to face forward, running up to Eddie, who was taking one last puff of his cigarette, before putting it out.

“Hey,” you greeted him, as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

Eddie gave a small smile, as he leaned back.

“You still feel tired?” You asked.

Eddie silently shrugged, which concerned you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Eddie, you didn’t acknowledge me this morning, and you didn’t even say two words to me at lunch. What did I do?”

Eddie looked over to Jason, who was chatting to Patrick, before moving his attention back to you. “You tell me,” he retorted.

“What?”

“When were you gonna tell me that you and Jason were a thing?”

You raised your eyebrows, feeling confused, “What?!”

“I’m not blind. I saw you two earlier before class-“

“Hang on! What makes you think that me and him are a thing?”

“How about the way he’s been looking at you today? Or how he saved your ass twice?”

“He saved yours too Ed-“

“Or how about the fact he winked at you when he came to see you at work the other day? And before you even try to deny it, Harrington let it slip earlier this morning.”

You shook your head when you tried to explain, “He only came to drop off something for Chrissy-“

“It’s funny, the same week Jason and Chrissy broke up-“

“Sorry, are you listening to yourself?” You said loudly, catching Jason’s attention. “Do you really think I would be friends with Chrissy and hook up with Jason at the same time? I wouldn’t do that!”

You huffed, “And if there was something going on between us, why do you care? You’re with that psycho Zoe-“

Eddie gaped, as you stopped and realised what you just said. You looked down, before turning your heels and started walking away as Eddie called your name, when you told him, “I have to go, I’ll see you later maybe.”

You looked up, walking towards a concerned Chrissy, who was sitting with your dad in the car.

You got in the back seat, as your dad asked you, “Everything alright, petal?”

You sighed before telling him, “I’m fine.” Chrissy gave you a sad smile, knowing that you weren’t fine.

You looked at Eddie’s direction as your dad drove off.

Meanwhile, Eddie cursed under his breath as he got in his van. He was about to shut his door when he noticed Jason approaching him.

“Jesus H Christ,” Eddie snorted. “What do you want Carver?”

Jason took out some cash out of his pocket, as he asked, “Got time to make a deal?”

Later on, Eddie took Jason to the picnic table in the woods.

After Eddie placed his lunchbox on the table, he sat down opposite Jason, telling him, “Well, this feels like the Twilight Zone. First you and Chrissy breakup, then you helped me and my one of my friends from your minions. And now you, Jason Carver, Hawkins High’s King, are buying weed from me.”

Not really, Jason thought to himself. In all honesty, Jason only asked Eddie to meet him to talk about you.

As Jason put down his bag, Eddie opened up his lunchbox, whilst telling him, “So, obviously it’s cash only and no receipts.”

Eddie took out a bag, as he continued to speak, “I could do half an ounce for-“

“I’m not really here for weed, Munson,” Jason admitted.

Eddie stared for a moment before telling him, “Well, if you want something stronger, you could ask Reefer Rick, but as you know he’s-“

Suddenly, Jason admitted that he wanted to talk about you.

Eddie blinked, before asking, “What about her?”

“I heard you two earlier. I want you to know we’re definitely not a thing, I love Chrissy-“

“But...you guys broke up. I mean, everyone saw-“

“We faked it!”

Eddie gaped, dropping his bag of weed on the table, while Jason took a deep breath, before telling him, “She and Chrissy will probably kill me for telling you this...”

Jason began to explain that you had planned to get Zoe riled up with you and Chrissy flirting with Eddie, so you could expose Zoe for how she was treating everyone close to Eddie.

“Nah, that’s bullshit,” Eddie shook his head. “If you’re trying to prank me-“

“It’s not a prank, Munson!” Jason raised his voice. “Zoe threatened Chrissy!”

“What?” Eddie exclaimed.

Jason continued to explain that you witnessed the incident, and decided to expose Zoe after that.

Eddie remembered that day when Chrissy was in tears.

Eddie scratched his head, as Jason told him that you hid the abuse that you and your friends endured from Zoe.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” Eddie asked himself. “Why didn’t any of them tell me?”

“I guess she didn’t think that you would believe them,” Jason replied. “That’s why she came up with that plan.”

Suddenly, Eddie remembered that you called Zoe a psycho earlier during the argument and then he recalled what Matt told him, as he put everything together.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said as he covered his face with his hands. “What am I gonna do?”

“Can’t you just break up with Zoe?” Jason suggested.

Eddie moved his hands onto the table, as he shook his head, “Even if I did, it’ll probably be worse than what happened with her ex.”

Eddie mournfully sighed, before he continued to speak, “It would be easier if she could break up with me-“

Suddenly, Eddie thought more about your plan. He closed up his lunchbox and grabbed it, before getting up from his seat. He was about to leave when Jason asked, “Hey! Where are you going?”

“I think I know how to get Zoe to break up with me,” Eddie told him, as he was about to run out of the woods, when Jason called out, “Wait Eddie!”

Eddie stopped and turned to Jason, who took out some cash, “You forgot something.” He told him.

“Thought you weren’t buying,” Eddie replied as he approached him.

“As we’re here, I might as well go through with it.”

Eddie opened his lunchbox as Jason asked for half an ounce.

As Eddie took out a bag of weed, he told him, “It’d be sixty bucks-“

“Sixty?! But you gave it to Chrissy for fifteen-“

“It’d be sixty bucks normally, but seeing that you took the time to tell me, I’m willing to give it to you for thirty bucks.”

Jason sighed, before telling him, “Okay.”

As they made the exchange, Jason told him, “If you tell anyone about me being genuinely nice to you, I’ll kick your ass.”

Eddie chuckled while closing his lunchbox, as he told him, “I like to see you try.”

As Eddie ran off, Jason put the bag in his rucksack.

As he got up and grabbed his rucksack, he said, “Good luck.”

#eddie munson #stranger things au #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader

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leslye-anne · 4 months

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Me regalaron un cuaderno de dibujo y colores/I was given a sketchbook and colors as a gift

Así que decidí probarlos dibujando al personaje que no tiene ningún tipo de color XD, es que Zoe es mi favorita

So I decided to try them by drawing the character that doesn't have any kind of color XD, it's just that Zoe is my favorite one

Así también podría usar mi cuaderno, además de poder dibujar alguna otra cosa que no sea la misma pose de siempre, así que….aquí está

Then I could also use my notebook, plus I could draw something other than the same old pose, so …. here it is.

#original character #oc #oc art #my art #my ocs

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dangantums · 4 months

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Humanity's Strongest Soldier

oh me too,,, me too,,, please I beg,,,,,

NO SPOILERS!!! I AM NOT DONE WITH THE SERIES!!! I WILL BLOCK YOU!!! THIS IS FIC IS MY OWN TAKE/VERSION!!!

IF YOU'RE NOT A KINK BLOG OR INTO THIS KINK, DO NOT INTERACT!

this fic contains: bloating, burps, belly rubs, SFW content

ship: e.ruri ( l.evi X e.rwin -- AOT ) -- h.ange z.oe mention

TLDR: l.evi, e.rwin and h.ange are in an organized meeting regarding their next strategies against the titans. however, l.evi's indulgence catches up to him during the meeting.

The dimly lit room in the Survey Corps headquarters was filled with the scent of parchment, ink, and the remnants of dinner that evening. Levi Ackerman sat at one side of the table, surrounded by scattered maps and tactical documents. Next to him, his boyfriend and commander Erwin Smith leaned forward, his intense gaze fixed on the plans before them. On the other side of the table, the eccentric and enthusiastic Squad Leader Hange Zoe was scribbling something in their notebook, occasionally muttering excitedly to themselves. The trio was deep in discussion about the upcoming expedition beyond the walls. The fate of humanity rested on their shoulders, and Levi, being the perfectionist he was, was determined to ensure that every detail of their plan was flawless. However, there was a distracting force at play – the aforementioned dinner that had been prepared for the Corps in celebration of their recent victories.

Levi shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling the weight of the delicious but overly indulgent meal settling in his stomach. He was bloated beyond belief, as the overworked organ pressed against his belt, begging for release. The bloatedness looked awkward on his thin body – so thank goodness he was sitting down. Although, his ever-observant boyfriend, had been eyeing him during the entire meeting and had noticed something was amiss. Levi, known for his strict diet and impeccable discipline, surprised Erwin by devouring his share with gusto – and clearly it was taking some sort of toll on him.

"Erwin, we need to focus on the left flank. I've noticed a pattern in the Titans' movements there," Levi said, his eyes narrowing at the map. Erwin nodded as his eyes flickered to look at the strategic points Levi was pointing out. Hange continued to scribble notes before she followed up.

"Alright, so we need a plan to approach that western flank," Hange exclaimed, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "We can use the element of surprise, and if we coordinate our movements strategically, we can—"

Before Hange could finish their sentence, a muffled burp escaped Levi's lips, interrupting the conversation. He immediately covered his mouth, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Erwin raised an amused eyebrow and chuckled beside him.

"Excuse me," Levi muttered.

Hange looked up from their notes, a mischievous grin spreading across their face. "Levi, was that you?" Hange asked with a teasing glint in their eyes.

"Must've been quite the dinner, Levi,” Erwin teased.

“Shut up,” Levi warned the both of them.

Hange, always curious, leaned in. "Captain, what was it? Too many potatoes? Or perhaps the meat was a bit too tough?"

Levi's scowl deepened, but before he could retort, another burp escaped him, causing Hange to lean back and burst into maniacal laughter. “Looks like humanity's strongest soldier has met his match!”

As Hange was busy trying to compose herself, Erwin took the opportunity to scoot his chair closer to Levi’s. Levi was rubbing the underside of his bloated stomach with both hands, trying to soothe the overactive gut. Scowling and mumbling to himself, his eyes shot daggers in Erwin’s direction. Though Erwin returned the glare with a soft, warm smile as he tried to calm his boyfriend.

"You alright there, Levi?" Erwin asked quietly under Hanges roaring laughter, tilting his head.

Levi sighed in semi-defeat. “I'm fine. Just… maybe a bit too much food."

Erwin chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Levi's dark hair affectionately. "Well, it's not every day we get to enjoy a feast like this. I'd say it was worth it."

Levi huffed but didn't protest. Erwin reached over and gently rubbed Levi's tummy, eliciting another small burp from the usually stoic captain.

"Smith, cut it out," Levi grumbled, trying to maintain his composure as he shifted in his chair.

As Erwin's hand moved in soothing circles over Levi's abdomen, the tension in Levi’s belly seemed to ebb and flow. Erwin's touch was gentle yet firm, fingers navigating the terrain of Levi's belly with a practiced ease. The once flat expanse beneath the Survey Corps uniform now bore the aftermath of a meal enjoyed a bit too liberally. The fabric of Levi's uniform strained slightly against the contours of his stomach as the drastic bloated sensation lingered, making every burp a reluctant release of the internal pressure. The discomfort became a silent conversation, one where Levi's body spoke of excess and Erwin's hand responded with a promise of relief. Their soft breaths under Hanges continuous laughter were punctuated by the occasional groan from Levi.

"Looks like you overdid it, love," Erwin teased lowly, his hand still making comforting circles on Levi's stomach, his lips brushing against Levi's ear.

Levi grumbled again but couldn't hide a small smirk. "I know. And stop smirking, you idiot," he muttered, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed his annoyance.

“Is it wrong of me to say that I… like this?” Erwin whispered.

“Pfttt. Didn’t know you were a chubby chaser. Guess I’ll keep it in mind,” Levi teased back, though he continued to shift uncomfortably in the wooden chair due to his belly-ache.

“I’m not a chubby chaser,” Erwin snorted. “I just… like seeing you like this.”

“Like I said, I’ll keep that in mind,” Levi responded. “But don’t get any wild ideas, Smith.”

“God, you two!” Hange suddenly cried out. Levi and Erwin both sat up straight in attention, looking over to Hange – who was shielding part of their eyes from them, feigning disgust. “Get a room!”

#burps #belly kink #bloated #l.evi ackerman #e.rwin smith #attack on titan #a.ttack on titan #h.ange zoe #bloated burps

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