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• death is inevitable // loki laufeyson x reader RATED R

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a/n: i’ve read a lot of edward fics recently, and i’m sad to say i’ll be starting ‘spit it out’ from scratch, alongside my rick sanchez series, simply because it seems we all have the same ideas for him and i just want to give y’all options <333

Y/N Y/L/N LIKES EMO BOYS

LET’S TALK ABOUT IT

Right as your mouth opened to speak, the TV in the dining room loudly interrupted you and you visibly frowned, a sigh escaping your lips as Bruce froze, his coffee mug frozen in hand, midair as he stared at you.

“Aha!”

hi baby, i just need the basics if you’d like your own story or whatnot!

but pls, be patient, i am one woman and i struggle to write sometimes, lack of motivation, so pls bare with me! i am trying my best (:

name

gender

age

looks

personality

relationship

like i said babes, the basics but if you’d like me to add something extra, just let me know and i will do that for you

you can specify a genre from my masterlist like “dc” or “rick and morty” and you’ll only be tagged in those works, or specific pieces, it’s totally up to you

chapter 1

edward nashton x fem!reader

author’s note: i’ve decided to just self insert myself into my work, unless it’s a request and this wasn’t a request but pls, feel free to imagine the reader as anyone but lame ol me <3 hope you like this as much as i dooo

ps: this is based on my fave song atm it’s also in my edward playlist on spotify hehe

Chapter 2 Coming Soon

You were getting ready to go out again.

Edward only knew this because of the song you were currently blasting. It was one of the many you played right before he heard you walk out of your apartment and out the building, where he watched from his window as you got into the same black car every night, taking you God knows where.

Such a pretty girl

He realized your hair was his favorite thing about you. Edward couldn’t imagine you without your soft bundle of dark curls, and the way they bounced with every step you took. You always took great care of it, and took pride in that.

Of course, the nerdy looking man only knew this because he did what any other stereotypical nerdy looking man in every horror movie ever did. He stalked you because he liked you.

But pretty things should be seen and not heard

Ornament on a shelf

Eventually, after dedicated weeks of watching you and learning your day to day life, Edward figured out where exactly you were going every weekend, at exactly 2 AM. You were the arm candy of the same politicians he was trying to expose and humiliate.

To say he was disappointed, would be an understatement. You were smart, he knew that; Your IQ said more than enough, so why you continued to entertain such a nauseating male group, was beyond him.

If only there was a way to help you.

You make me wanna erase myself

Edward vividly remembers the night he found out who you were and what you did with those filthy liars, having been so full of rage and frustration. He remembers waiting for you to come home, his angrily tear stained face stuck to the wall that connected your apartments. He let out desperate sobs every few 30 minutes or so, fighting the urge to go back out there and look for you, find you, and save you from the vultures that he knew took advantage of you.

He knew what those mean did to you, he knew they took pleasure in hurting others, so why did you continue to see them? What did you see in them that you couldn’t see in the stranger who lived next door to you? Yeah, you didn’t know who he was nor have you ever said a word to him, or acknowledged his presence but you could learn to love him if you got to know him.

Right?

He remembers looking into the mirror that same night, finally feeling like he could breathe again after he heard you sigh your way into your apartment, but seeing what you didn’t see in him quickly deflated him again. He was such a lanky thing, and his posture was of much concern to doctors. He wasn’t hideous, but he wouldn’t really consider himself handsome. Maybe, you could?

Erase myself

Edward began to follow you more often after he freaked out, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a tingle of guilt somewhere when you didn’t suspect him at all. Maybe you weren’t as smart as he thought you were, maybe you were just another mindless bimbo that genuinely liked partying and living around with the corrupt rats he wanted to get his hands on already; mostly because he wanted to get them away from you.

Erase myself

He didn’t know what to feel when he tapped your phone, but one thing was certain, and he kind of liked it. You watched a lot of porn, and not just any kind, you liked the real weird shit. You specifically liked watching women with other women, and that had Edward confused for a second because from everything he’s seen, he’d concluded you were straight until he pieced everything together, after a nice long session of searching through your texts, images, and credit card transactions. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and he’d never felt so dull before. How could he not solve you sooner?

You had severe daddy issues.

Edward knew you didn’t particularly like the life you led; you couldn’t, who would? You only did what you had to do to satisfy the longing you had for someone to take care of you, and love you the way you wanted to be loved. You were just waiting for someone to save you; you wanted him to save you.

Erase myself

The first time he came into your room was while you were sleeping, he hadn’t meant to be there while you were. He’d thought you were out partying again, getting crazy at the Iceberg Lounge like every other Saturday. Edward only wanted to place some cameras up, to make keeping you safer easier for him. He could properly guinea pig sit now that he could watch your fur balls from the comfort of his own bedroom. He was excited, and with a little joyful bounce in his step, he’d broken into your home.

Your soft whine is what had alerted him of your presence and at first, he thought to just bolt right out of there, but that’d make more noise than he was already making. He sighed in relief after he peeked through your slightly ajar door and saw one your long legs dangling off the side of your bed, your long pretty curls pressed against your silk pillow. He contemplated taking a picture to keep in his wallet and admire until the day he died but he didn’t want to risk waking you so he swiftly set up the practically invisible cameras around your place and left as quietly as he came in.

Erase myself

Edward was devastated when he saw you walk into your apartment with a guest; not just any guest, you were with fucking Donald Mitchell. You were pressed up so tight against him, Edward thought you might’ve actually wanted him but he knew, he knew you were just misguided. He hesitated to turn on the audio on the surveillance cameras he had installed in your place, but he quickly switched it to life as he saw your mouth moving, you were talking, and he wanted to hear every word you ever uttered.

“Ohhh.” His breathing was shaky, and he knew he was as flushed as a tomato.

He moaned a little when he distinctively heard your sweet voice whisper such naughty things. Edward gulped and although, he was jealous that he wasn’t the one you were speaking so dirty to, he could at least pretend he was until he could touch you himself.

Your moans and small cries stood out to him amongst the sound of the wetness in between your legs, and the slapping of skin on skin. It made him tense when he looked down and saw what you were doing to him. He focused on the whines you let out, your stuttered profanity and endearment, and he twitched in the tent in his pants. You sounded so beautiful, he wanted to bust your door open, kick Donald’s face in, and take you himself, bathed in the blood of the asshole you’d decided to bring home.

Edward admits that he liked hearing you get ravaged by a man he now fully intended to kill and expose in the worst way possible. It filled him with a sick sense of pride, knowing the sicko could only enjoy you for so long, before he stepped in and made you his.

I like the space under your skin

The Riddler had planned this for months, long since you’d moved in, and he was enjoying every second of it. He hadn’t cared much for the bastard, other than his lying and corruption, hurting countless others like him; like you. After everything he’s done to you, though, Edward made sure to put a little more muscle into the last hit that killed Donald. Before he died from the blunt force trauma, Edward leaned down and whispered your name to him.

“You thought you could fuck Y/N and get away with it?” The tone of his voice scared Donald, as he looked up at him in shock that he’d mentioned you, in pain. What did you have to do with this?

“You thought you could hurt my sweet girl and get away with it?” His voice began to rise as he glared down at the politician under him; just like Donald was on you the night he watched you two get together.

With that, the Riddler killed the first man on his hit list, and it brought a smile onto his face. He giggled, so softly you could barely hear him if you tried hard enough and then hysterically when he realized he really can keep you safe; maybe, you’ll see that and reward him somehow. He wouldn’t mind a kiss, he thought to himself with a side smirk on his face.

In his video, he made sure to mention a “pretty girl” and thinking Bruce was smart enough to understand, he told everyone to stay away from her, unless they wanted more murders and riddles to throw them off. Edward knew the GCPD was too busy to actually look into the woman in his life, but he wanted to make sure they knew not to mess around with her. She was innocent, just like him. They were just victims of the fucked up system they unfortunately were born into.

I might invite myself in

“Obi-waaan? Ana-kiiin? I brought home some lettuce and carrots! You are feasting with mommy to-day!” You sounded so cute, talking to the chubby bundles of fur in their cage as they sat up at attention at the sound of your voice. Their squealing squeezed the Riddler’s heart and he made a mental note to build them a castle. You treated them like your sons, so naturally, he’d be their father. He smiled at the thought from the other side of the wall, him? A father? He couldn’t see himself having kids with anyone but you, if you wanted them. Edward would give you anything you wanted, his own comfort be damned. You were the only thing that mattered to him and as he stared down at the spot he managed to set up for you and your boys in his apartment, he grinned, which looked more like a grimace, but he was happy.

Soon, you’d be in his arms, like you were meant to be.

won’t disappoint

promise

I GOT MEGA DADDY ISSUES, I AM TRAUMATIZED UP THE WALL

chapter 1

levi ackerman x fem!reader

note: this is just a filler. an introduction, if you will so you can skip ahead if you’d like to get straight to the levi action hehe

(edited by @crazyforcococaine)

Chapter 2 Coming Soon

I never put much thought into anything other than when my next meal was going to be. I also always worried about what quiet, cold alleyway I would have to hide in next, to sleep, away from the prying eyes of perverse drunk men, searching for their next prey and desperate women looking for ways to get enough money to travel up to the surface.

Although, I wasn’t very strong, I made up for that with speed. I was small, and light on my feet.

A gift, one would say, but it had its’ disadvantages.

Especially, down here, where everyone took one look at me and deemed me weak. It was satisfying to prove them wrong, but it was so constant, that I would grow tired. Sometimes, letting my guard down, and suffering the consequences.

I was but a child.

A reckless, lonely, misguided little girl. I shouldn’t have had to have been so strong at that age. What I needed was my family.

My father to teach me how to defend myself against those who dared mistreat me, and to protect me when I couldn’t do so myself.

My mother to show me the care and affection every kid my age needed, with her arms wrapped around my petite frame, shushing me to sleep after dinner.

Unfortunately, I’d never met either. As far as I knew, I was alone. I had no one but myself in this disgusting place I called home.

I eventually gained enough courage to start taking jobs to give myself a sense of purpose. I knew I couldn’t just sit, and wait for maggots and rats to eat away at my rotting, limp body.

I also couldn’t find it in myself to confide in anyone else here, so finding solo jobs was always difficult. I was afraid of the greedy bastards from this dark void stealing from me, taking my cut, selling me out, or doing whatever they could do to somehow throw me under the bus.

Over the years, I taught myself how to use knives, and was trained hand to hand combat by some of the women from a brothel I once slept behind. Of course, having been a naive kid, I had no idea what the place was and what type of nightmare that place was for them. Our meeting was sorta awkward, but they’d saved my life, even if I hadn’t known it at the time.

The women who trained me, found me, shivering behind a dumpster, confused just as a group of men had seen me. They managed to convince them I had diseases they surely didn’t want anything to do with.

I hadn’t understood what had been happening that night until I became of the age they thought was appropriate to teach me about sex, and such. And though, they didn’t go into detail about the type of work they did, I eventually put two and two together and no longer wondered how they knew how to fight so well, and the reasoning behind them being so persistent to teach me self defense became crystal clear.

With the horror and abuse they were put through every day, they were forced to learn how to defend themselves. It made me furious, the way they were treated like nothing more than objects, a toy for some mindless imbecile to use before tossing it away when he got bored.

Enraged, I offered to help sneak them out, somehow get them to safety, and as far away from this life as I possibly could, but every time, they’d brush me off, making me suck my teeth in annoyance. They never took me serious. I could help, I could get us all out of here if they’d let me do jobs more consistently.

At times, I would catch Gladiss, a brunette with blue eyes, mumbling to Yuna, the eldest of the group of women with short ginger hair and green eyes, about how much I reminded her of someone. They’d giggle to themselves about how much we would most likely clash heads, constantly in each other’s faces. Something about me being messy and him being some sort of clean freak, I never caught much.

They never specifically mentioned a name but from what I’d gathered, it was just some fool who’d gotten himself caught by the Military Police or something. The son of another woman they’d managed to befriend in this terrible work place, who sadly, I didn’t get the privilege of meeting. May her soul rest in peace.

From the way the group of women spoke of her, she seemed like a lovely lady, making me wish I’d slept behind that dumpster years earlier while she was still with us. Though, I am kind of glad she’s no longer suffering the pain this specific brothel brought her, it is difficult to swallow the fact that her son had to witness everything she’d been put through at the hands of all these bastards.

I felt for the man, and wherever he was, I’d always hoped they both rested in peace, living a quiet and happy life somewhere away from all this filth and corruption. If anyone deserved to get out of this place, and get a life, it was them.

“Petunia? Petu~nia?” A sun kissed hand with long, delicate fingers waved in front of my face as I stood in thought, my stance stiffening as I loudly inhaled. I refocused my eyesight and pushed up my glasses so they sat comfortably once again at the top of my nose, seeing Janeth, a blonde with two different colored eyes; one hazel, and the other a perfect silver, give me a small smile.

“...” I arched an eyebrow at her, and wondered how long she’d been calling out for me. Had I been lost in my own head again? I cursed at myself, hoping they weren’t talking to me about something serious.

She let out a breathy laugh, noticing my questioning, slightly panicked expression and motioned to Selene and Yuna going against one another, training.

Right. We’d been practicing and perfecting new moves that Yuna and Gladiss have been working on for weeks now.

“Sorry...I didn’t-“ I began, sighing after clearing my throat, my voice raspy after having not spoken for awhile, while I was stuck in my own train of thought, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I stopped myself before I could give away why I hadn’t slept a healthy amount yesterday, after realizing the hours long lecture they’d give me.

My head was throbbing, and I knew my legs were marked purple and blue from the job I’d so carelessly taken after a few drinks at Ralph’s Pub.

“I can see, ya know? Your eye bags have somehow gotten worse. Yuna also noticed and told us to start checking up on you more when you get home. We’re all worried for you, Nee.” Janeth confessed, frowning when I shook my head, waving my hand as if to say everything was fine, ignoring the fact that she called me by the nickname she knew I hated. Now wasn’t the time for that.

“It’s just the cold. The windows have started to come loosely opened again, by a small bit, but it’s enough to bother me from my sleep.” I tried to reassure her, not technically lying, but also not giving her the entire picture of what’d really been going on almost every night for the last few weeks.

They could never be angry with me, knowing and understanding it’s what had to be done to survive down in this dump but they’d definitely be disappointed in me for not being honest and open about how I’d been struggling to make ends meet lately, having been telling me since I was small, they’d always be there to help me in anyway possible.

Unfortunately, for them, I was stubborn. Very stubborn. So I suffered in silence, as to not disturb anyone. I couldn’t be more of a bother on this little group I’d learned to call my family, even more than I already have been for years.

I was twenty two for fuck’s sake. A grown woman. I needed to take action and responsibility for my own life. I couldn’t risk becoming so dependent on the three women, and never knowing how to do anything for myself if I were to ever be alone again. I wanted to be able to survive and thrive on my own; and that was a swear to myself, and the two who birthed me but failed to raise me. I’ll show them. I’ll show them all.

chapter 1

jean kirschtein x fem!reader

(edited by @crazyforcococaine)

Chapter 2 Coming Soon

The gunshot rang through my ears and I flinched, my hand flying to my ears as I glanced at my father, his horrified and pained gaze stuck on the giant gaping hole in his hand. I gasped and to muffle the scream I almost let slip, I covered my mouth and instead, gagged as I looked down, noticing a chunk of meat resting right atop my boot. I tightly closed my eyes and blindly clutched onto Jean.

Jean had been assigned as my bodyguard when I got here, and although we had first clashed heads because of how flirtatious he was, he’d grown on me with his better attributes. His determination to help others, his leadership skills, his way of knowing exactly what to say and when to say it. His lips, his hair. The way his hands held onto my waist just now, making me fee the safest I’d ever been since Eren began the Rumbling.

“Stop, Floch! Don’t shoot him!”

Jean’s distressed voice brought me out of my train of thought and I looked up at him, distracted with the way his chest vibrated against my cheek, his heartbeat stopping for a split second when we made eye contact. He glanced down at my shaking figure one last second and pulled me behind him slightly as Floch eyed me, glaring at me up and down like he disapproved of me being here. As if my presence, was enough to make him want to shoot me the way he did my father.

“Relax, Jean. I’m helping him understand. Maybe Y/N also needs some help understa-“ Floch’s dazed voice was cut off by the man I was still clutching onto for dear life, literally. My life was at stake, I think. Floch was pretty unstable at the moment, and there was no telling what he’d try to do next.

“Bastard! Don’t even look at her! You hear me? Quit acting like a psychotic asshole!” Jean tensed as Floch’s stare shifted back towards me, becoming colder. He grit his teeth and the grip on his gun tightened. He lifted it up and kept it trained on my father, as he spoke, still looking dead into my eyes. I shivered, silently thanking Jean and his tall handsome figure for hiding my shaky knees.

“He couldn’t grasp the situation, but I think he does now. Now everyone knows what happens if you decide to mouth off.” Floch finished, pointing his gun at the ceiling as he gazed down at my father again. He was insane. What was going on through his head?

I didn’t care, I’d decided, as my father’s whimper of pain grabbed my attention. I gulped as he stared up at me, tears in both our eyes. I searched for Jean’s hand, keeping my eyes on my father and I held it when I felt my pinky graze his. Interlocking our fingers, I bit my lip to keep from comforting my father out loud, from promising him that I’d get him, us home safe, back to my mother and my siblings.

“Hey, who elected you to act like king of this place?” Jean’s voice was low, as if trying to speak a a wild animal he’d been hoping to tame. It would never work, I knew people like Floch. They never recover from doing something like this, if anything, they get worse.

“Please, stop antagonizing him.” My voice was so small, I almost thought he didn’t hear me until he gently waved a hand, signaling me to please keep quiet as he tried his best to keep Floch in line, as to not hurt anyone else.

“I’m glad you asked, Jean.” Floch spit out the tall man’s name with such venom, one would think he’d be some talking snake and from everything Jean had filled me in on earlier today, he might as well be. He threw away the sole purpose of the Survey Corps just to appease Eren, his admiration for Eren and his plan for the apocalypse was enough to make him go crazy. I almost felt sorry for him. Floch was nobody without Eren Yeager and I think he knew that as he spoke up to everyone in the room.

“Listen up, everyone! Ten months ago, Eren told me his plan: His plan to use Zeke and gain control of the Founder!”

“What?” Jean’s body shifted in what I’m assuming was surprise and I tenderly squeezed his hand, giving him a faint smile with a slight raise of my brows as if to ask if he was okay, and he froze, his eyes searching for something in my own. For what, I had no idea but if he found what he wanted, he didn’t show it as he slowly gave me a small smirk, delicately squeezing my hand back.

We’d be okay. Right?

“I gathered comrades, aided Eren, and today, his plan was fulfilled! You Volunteers lost both your leader and the military who had your backs!” Floch’s arms were raised in a way that seemed like he thought what he was saying was fantastic news and we should all be celebrating, but we all thought otherwise. He was telling us our people outside the island were going to die. The air in the room felt thick, and I could feel myself begin to sweat underneath my clothes.

I turned to look up at Jean to see if he was any better than myself, only to see his smirk had quickly faded into a look of distaste and shock for his former fellow soldier. They might not have been friends but I’m assuming it was a different type of pain, seeing someone you once fought for freedom beside, now fighting for the mass murder of innocents.

“Are you okay?” I whispered to Jean as he was looking into space, still stunned, I think. His hand, his soft hand, squeezed mine back in reassurance and I sighed to myself in relief. I only accompanied my father here because I wanted to see the horses. On my homeland, we didn’t have any, and this had been exciting for me. Exploring a new land with my father, finally.

I hadn’t been expecting some deranged ginger wanting to please his master, to take that from me. It angered me.

“And soon, you’ll lose your homelands! They’ll be reduced to giant footprints! You lost the reason you came here— the dream of reviving your homelands!” Floch continued his speech and I froze, my hand going limp in Jean’s hold, but he held it tight, so as I wouldn’t let go.

It finally hit me. His harsh tone, making me realize this was real. Eren Yeager wasn’t going to stop for anything. He was fixed on killing everyone.

My mother, my— my siblings. My friends. They were all going to die. I would never see my mother’s smile as I cringed at her attempt to joke; She’d made a corny joke that only people her age would laugh at. My siblings, I would never get to bully and be bullied, snitch and be snitched on. I was never going to sit at the dinner table and demand to know about everyone’s day. I was never going to sleep over at F/N’s again and draw on their face before they woke in the morning. We couldn’t laugh about it at breakfast as they proudly wore my drawings ever again. I really was going to lose them to the Rumbling.

“Even so, if there are any among you who will aid our Eldian Empire, speak up! We will welcome you as fellow Eldians!” Floch’s long speech was beginning to irritate me, and I could see my father gritting his teeth, hatred in his eyes as he looked at the bandaged up Yeagerist. He was going to say something. Hell, I wanted to say something but I could feel it, I knew it couldn’t end well with that gun still in that sociopaths’ hand.

“Father—“ I went to shut him up but he cut me off himself. Oh, no.

“Screw you, asshole! I’ll be bead before my daughter and I bow—!”

“Pay your respects!”

Another gunshot rang through my ears again.

And another. And another.

“His pride as a Volunteer wouldn’t let him live in submission. But is pride worth dying for? What’s so wrong with submission? Isn’t it much better than dying like this?” Floch sounded so far away, and honestly, I could care less what he was saying at this point. Nothing else mattered as I looked down.

I stared at my father’s dead body. Jean’s hand was stretched out as the other was on the back of my head, keeping it buried in his chest, trying to keep me from looking with a soft ‘Don’t look, baby.’ but I couldn’t rip my eyes away from my father and the pool of blood underneath him. I would’ve flushed at Jean’s english term of endearment if it weren’t for the fact that I felt numb, and somehow, at the same time, felt everything at once.

“Take some time to think,” Floch gave everyone in the room a giant, close eyed grin, giving a small bow before his face fell as quick as it was a sick joyous, “Lock ‘em up.”

“Yes, Sir!” A pathetic Yeagerist complied Floch’s order and I grew angrier. How dare they? How dare they think they can play Destiny and decide who got to live or die? Why did my father have to die? He didn’t have to KILL him.

I let out an indignant scream, tears leaving angry streams down my S/C skin as I pushed myself Jean away, falling to my knees at my father’s side. I cried out, seeing slabs and lumps of brain matter on the ground, by the top of the staircase. The smell of iron hit my nose, and I snapped, looking up at Floch, I lunged at him.

“I’ll kill you!” I didn’t sound like myself. I had spit streaming down my chin as tears clouded my vision and I knew I looked more insane than he did, but I was grabbed at the arms by Floch’s obedient puppies, and forced to my knees with a kick to my stomach. I yelped and curled into myself as best I could with my arms being restrained.

“Hey! Don’t you touch her— Hey! Let her go, Floch! That’s enough!” Jean’s angry voice came from behind me, but they must’ve stopped him from reaching out to me as I heard him grunting, growling at someone as clothes rustled.

“Why? You didn’t have to shoot. You— You didn’t have to kill him! I have nobody because of you!” My eyes were closed tightly as tears continued to stream down my face. My hands clenching and unclenching as I struggled, feral.

My chest felt tight, my heart weighing tons as I remembered how proud my father had been of me, having agreed to come with him on his journeys outside our home. Adventurous little one, he’d said to me on the passage here, now your mother must deal with two of us. I’d just smiled at him, thrilled to travel the world with him.

Now, he was gone. Just like that.