azul

Like my bio says, I consume a lot of media, which means I'll write for a plethora of characters! I do have a few rules, though:

Must be adults for any romantic plot, I'll write platonic stories for children

I'm only comfortable writing smut for wlw pairings but I can write more suggestive things for anyone

I prefer x reader, but I'm open to character x character

I will not write for any real person

Please be as specific as possible with any requests!

Here's lists of everything I'll write/talk about

Current hyper-fixations (most eager to write about):

attack on titan

atla/lok

Backburners (fandoms I'm always happy to write for):

the hunger games

hunter x hunter

cowboy bebop

stranger things

demon slayer

criminal minds

bridgerton

resident evil

ncis

legend of korra

nana

the x files

(I watch a lot of anime so tbh just ask and I'll respond with if I've seen it or not)

I'm sure I've forgetten a ton but things will be updated as needed, happy reading!

She only made it a few blocks before crouching behind a dumpster in a skinny alleyway. She hissed gipping her arm hard, trying to stop the bleeding at least a little. Before she could even look around for something to help, a massage explosion rang out. She didn’t need to look to know what it was, the Colossal. Years ago, she had accepted Bertholdt had most likely died and been eaten, but the certainty now was a different pain. This was pure hell.

Another rain of bullets, another shill scream, the sound of ODM gear whirring overhead. This one was close, though, too close for them not to have seen her. This was it, whatever scout just saw her was going to empty their chamber into her without second thought, she deserved it.

No. This would not be it, the children, she needed to make sure the children made it away safely; she had no clue where Falco was when they all appeared, but he had to be okay.

“Don’t move!” The gruff voice yelled at her before she could even take two steps. It was him; this was the worst-case scenario. Based on how he hadn’t shot, he didn’t know it was her. She was taller, her hair had grown, and from behind looked like any other citizen. Jean Kirstein stood behind her, having no clue who was about to turn around.

“Hey, Y/n?” 

“Hmm?” Her head softly looked over at Jean, the setting sun making his light hair look as if it were on fire.

“When this shit is over, and there are finally no more titans, can we get married?”

“That’s quite the question. Survive this first, then I’ll consider.” She leaned over, leaving a soft kiss on his cheekbone. She knew there would never be an “after this,” but her childish naivety gave her a false hope that just for a second she would have Jean.

With her right hand still gripping her left arm, she slowly turned around. The gunfire and fighting sounded miles away. The only sound that filled the space was the wind blowing between the tall buildings. Jean's finger found the trigger, and she could see his jaw tighten. 

“Karma must be a bitch for me to run into you.” Y/n broke the silence. His jaw bobbed as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, just his finger shaking over the trigger. “You gonna shoot me like I know you want to, or just stare at me and hope it does me in first?”

“Shut up!” He yelled.

She closed her eyes, ready for a bullet to greet her chest, but what happened instead was a familiar voice calling over her shoulder.

“Ms. Y/N?” Gabi’s voice came out small and confused for the first time. Y/n’s eyes shot open, seeing Jean’s gun deviate slightly down.

“No!” She screamed at Jean, positioning her body between Gabi and the gun. “You can shoot me as many times as you want, just leave the kid alone!” Shooting a quick look over her shoulder, she spotted Colt holding a bloody mess that looked like… “Is that Udo?!”

“We need to get him help.” 

“Well, you’re not going to get it here; you need to run as far as you can.” Y/n rushed out, keeping her eyes on Jean.

“But Ms. Y/n-”

“Gabi, listen to me for once in your damn life, get the hell out of here!”

“Who is that?”

“That doesn’t matter, please, for the love of God, go!” Finally, after beggin Colt dragged Gabi off, leaving the two standing in the alley.

“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot them.” Jean’s voice came out collected, but she could tell he was holding it together.

“I knew you wouldn’t, they’re kids. You wouldn’t kill a kid.” Y/n’s back hit a wall, and she leaned against it. “And you’re not going to kill me either.”

“What makes you so sure?” Jean’s hand became strong on the gun again, taking a few steps closer.

“Because if you were going to, I’d already be dead.” Y/n stood and closed the distance between them, the barrel of the gun pressing square into her chest. “If I’m wrong, though, please pull the trigger. I’m going to bleed out before you get the chance to kill me at this rate.” She nodded to her arm wound. He looked as if he was just noticing it. His gun lowered with a loud swallow.

“Damn you.” He muttered, pushing his hair back.

“Your hair looks good, grown out.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you aren’t a traitor!”

“I was never a traitor to you, Jean, I only did what I had to.”

“You had to almost kill everyone on the island?”

“I never played a hand in the killing. I’m not a titan.”

“You knew, though.”

“If I could go back, I wouldn’t do it again.” A small pause as the ground shook from titans fighting. “I’d pick you, Jean.”

“You need to accept she’s with them, Jean.” Armin pushed.

“No no no no. Not until I see her side with them myself, Y/n is not with Reiner and Bertholdt.”

“They’re all from the same village up North, it makes sense.”

“Shut it, Arlert, I told you I’m not believing you, and you can’t make me until she tells me herself.”

“Is this another sick lie to get me to trust you, Y/n?”

“I didn’t lie the first time, I truly did love you. If anything, I still do.” She watched a small shift in expression. “After coming back, I was a wreck. If they wouldn’t kill me, I would’ve stayed with you a thousand times over.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Come back with me, you’d be a prisoner, but I’d believe you.”

“You all would kill me.” Y/n took a step back but stumbled due to the loss of blood.

“Either you come back with me or a shoot you where you stand.” His voice was cold; this time, he was serious.

Rivals, adversaries, foes. All words the average member of the Scout Regiment would call Captain Levi and Captain Y/n. Lovers? Never in a million years. To the outside, it looked like every interaction they had with each other was physically painful, and constant defiance whenever the other spoke. Erwin never had a problem with it, so nobody else ever did either. On the inside, though, enemies were probably the furthest thing they were from one another. The real reason Erwin never told them off was that he knew it was like an old married couple bickering.

It was dinner time, so everyone was corralled into the mess hall. The higher-ups all sat at their usual table in the furthest corner from everyone else, but that didn’t stop the constant talking from leaking into their space. Levi at the back-most corner, Erwin next to him, and Miche at the end. Hange took up half the bench, due to their animated way of speaking, across from Erwin and Levi, meaning Y/n was seated at the end furthest from Levi. This wasn’t on purpose; it was just the way things went, and they never changed the seating arrangement. However, most people talked like it was the biggest scandal to hit the three walls.

Hange was talking about her latest experiment when she brought up Moblit, suddenly realizing he was not there. In the moments of silence, Y/n caught a part of a conversation happening behind her.

“..and they slept together years ago, but she fell in love with a civilian later, and that’s why they hate each other.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, trying to keep listening to figure out who these people were talking about. 

“Wait, but I heard she was already married, and the Captain confessed his love anyway.” A second person chimed in.

Wait..were they talking about her and Levi? She looked down at the small silver band on her ring finger. Levi could only afford one when they married, so she got it. She didn’t hide it, but she wasn’t going around flaunting her marriage to Levi. Her eyes flicked up to him, who was already looking at her; he was also listening to the conversation.

“No way Captain Levi would confess his love for his coworker, I bet she married someone else to get over him. We’ve never seen her husband. What if he’s a spitting image of Captain?

Later that night, Levi entered the shared room between him and his wife. She sat at the mirror, brushing out her hair.

“Didn’t realize how much people talk about us.” He said, beginning to shed his uniform. They didn’t talk or see each other most days, their jobs demanding so much, so they would talk in the morning while they got ready and at night as they settled into bed. This routine suited them, they were secure but the rumors and everyone getting more bold with their theories was anxiety inducing.

“You’d think by now at least one of them would think otherwise, but it’s the same thing. Do we really seem to hate each other?” Her shoulders slumping.

“I don’t think we do,” He came over resting a firm hand on her shoulder staring at her through the mirror. He could tell she was trying to not let this bother her. “Who cares what those brats say anyways.”

The only people that knew of their true relationship were the higher ups, they were the only ones who were around when they got married. Everyone else was either dead or didn’t ask when she started wearing the ring.

“It’s not that I care per se but,” She trailed off not really sure how to put this feeling into words. “I just don’t want to have to profess my love to you in front of a hundred teenagers for them to even think we like each other.” Levi leaned down placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Quit worrying about it, you’re just making your life more difficult. Get some rest.” It sounded brash but she knew it carried no heat.

–

Y/n was working at her desk, paper stacks above her head and her pen constantly running out of ink made her feel like she was going crazy. As if she summoned him herself Levi softly opened the door carrying a tray.

“Brought tea,” He stated setting the tray down on a side table next to the sofa she kept in the corner for nights she didn’t want to trek to bed. It softly calttered as he added two sugar cubes to one cup. Her order, he never forgot it. “Drink it before it goes cold.” He grabbed his cup by the rim and leaned back on the sofa.

“How did you know I needed this?” She made her way around the desk and crossed the room, picking up her cup before popping down next to him.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, you told me you had a lot to do today therefore I brought something to ease you a bit.” 

Her head fell until it hit his shoulder, she turned so her lips could make contact leaving a silent smooch against the cotton of his shirt. “Thanks” She mumbled into him.

Before either of them could even enjoy a sip, a head poked into her office, Kirstein. The simultaneous realization that Levi didn’t shut the door was louder than whatever the hell the soldier said before seeing them. His eyes immediately stopped on them sitting there, cutting himself off mid-sentence. What a sight he must have seen, the two Captains everyone swore were enemies, cuddled up on a couch sipping tea like there wasn’t a care in the world.

“What do you want?” Y/n’s stern voice broke Kirstein out of his trance. Neither her nor Levi moved from the position; again, they weren’t in some sort of secret relationship. They were more annoyed at the moment being ruined. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“I…uhm-” The kid was flabbergasted, staring at his two commanding officers who were both growing impatient. “I’ll come back.” He made sure to shut the door on the way out.

He never ended up coming back, dinner time came and everyone sat at their usual seat except Hange was somewhere in Stohess with Moblit and the rest of their team, which meant the table was rather quiet. There was chit chat between Miche and Erwin, with Y/n occasionally adding in, but she couldn’t help but eavesdrop once again on the table behind her.

“Did you hear Jean walked in on the Captains today?”

“Like together together, or just in the same room?”

“Does that mean he’s her husband?!”

“Couldn’t be, you think he walked in on an affair happening?”

It was over, it was all finally over. Vecna and the mind flayer were gone, and everyone else was still here. The best outcome possible. However, with all of this finished, that meant the world could finally start turning again, and the group could move on with their lives. With all the happiness she felt, that there was no more fear in her world, she was still full of dread. Dread because she was about to rip Steve Harrington’s heart out.

She sat on his couch, bouncing her leg while he went to get her water. Her mind full of every possible way this conversation could go. Her thinking was interrupted when he finally came back.

“So what’s up?” God, he was perfect, but she knew from the start they would never end up together.

“This is going to be a difficult conversation, and I’m going to go ahead and say, I’m sorry.” She fidgeted with her finger, watching Steve’s face fall somewhere between confusion and worry. He had not a single clue what she was about to say. 

“I’m breaking up with you.”

The air went stale. That single sentence hit Steve harder than nearly falling off the radio tower. What had he done wrong? She was so amazing in his eyes, he had to be the reason. She was the one he wanted to be with forever.

“What…what did I do wrong?” His voice was about to break.

“Oh, God. Steve, you did nothing wrong. If anything, you did everything so right, that’s what is making this so damn hard.” She reached over, grabbing his hand to keep him from picking his cuticles.

“Then why? This is so sudden, I don’t understand.”

“I’m not the one you want, Steve. I know you love me, I love you too, but in the long run, I am not the one for you.”

“But you are, you’re the only one I want-” He argued, but she interrupted him.

“I’m leaving Hawkins.” For the second time, the air was sucked out of the room. “Look at me, you couldn’t really expect me to stay here forever. I know that’s what you want, but this isn’t my place.” She let out a huff between a sigh and a laugh, “You’ll find the woman who wants six little nuggets and summer trips in an RV, but it can’t be me.”

Steve’s mouth bobbed open and close trying to find another argument, but he fell flat.

“But I love you.”

“I love you too, I always will. You are everything to me, but we have different dreams, and as much as it sucks, we can’t just dance around it.”

It was silent for a long time, silent words flowing through the space.

“Can I stay over just one more night?” Her voice cracking, causing Steve to look up at her, tear welling in her eyes.

“Of course.”

That night was filled with reminiscing and tears, but also laughs and so many ‘I love yous’. Their lives tomorrow were uncertain, and for the first time in a while, they wouldn’t have each other, but tonight, as they held each other, there was a feeling of freedom.

Right off the bat, this man really likes to act like he doesn't care, but he remembers small things that most people wouldn't. That's what got you

If you're just dating, he'll show your picture to every other guard in that prison, but if you're married, he keeps you close to his chest.

Like, unless someone asks, they would not know he's married with a kid.

He has a smart mouth at work and is really good at turning it off at home; however, every once in a while, he'll say something snarky and earn a hit to the back of the head.

Keeps you far away from his work.

You know he works for a prison, but he will never talk about it with you, even if you ask.

Once you guys have a kid, he becomes suchhhh a dad

Think stereotypical "don't touch the thermostat" "lets go play a game of catch" "let's skedaddle"

He generally has a bad attitude but you bring out a less bad side of him (don't expect constant smiles)

If you cook for him, expect the highest praise.

You had a bad day? Your legs are in his lap, and he's giving you a massage while listening to you talk.

Lowkey flirtatious, like he says stuff that should not be flirty but somehow makes you a little hot.

Not really a PDA guy, more of a-hand on your back, guiding you through a crowd-type of guy

Two words described the past few months in Hawkins: Cabin. Fever. Everyone was restless with the sudden military presence after the world seemingly split into four in their tiny town, where–until a few years ago–nothing ever happened. 

Y/n sat on the couch in her family’s house with dim light, reading. It was an ungodly hour, past midnight for sure, but she didn’t care. Burdened with the true nature of what was actually going on in her town, her sleep schedule was the least of her worries. This was also the only time her antsy family wasn’t constantly trying to figure out when they could leave.

Breaking the serene silence was a blaring ring. Her hand immediately picked the phone up off the receiver, waiting for a moment to make sure nobody woke up.

“Hello?” She said in a tone, asking ‘who the hell is calling at this hour?’

“Hey,” Steve.

His voice was smaller than the ‘King Steve’ voice he was known for, almost like he was worried he would scare her away.

“Is something wrong?” Y/n closed her book, sitting up. “You never call me.” Steve and she were close, trauma-bonded is what she would call it. There are only so many people who have beaten a Demogorgon with a baseball bat, so yeah, Steve and she were close. There were glances every once in a while, but she never thought too mucha bout it, so this was odd. 

“I’m sorry, I know- wait, did I wake you?”

“No. What’s going on, Steve? You’re starting to scare me a little.”

“It’s embarrassing to call like this, but I could really use some company.” There was a long silence; she almost thought he disconnected, but he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “Can you come over?”

These past few months had been rough for Steve; his parents were out of town when the lockdown began, so they weren’t able to return. He had been by himself other than his days at The Squak.

“Nevermind,” He started to backpedal, “You could be pulled over for being out after curfew anyw-” She cut him off.

“I’m on my way, don’t worry about it.” She hung up before he could say anything else. She quickly slung on her winter coat and grabbed her car keys before heading out. It would be difficult to drive this late without being pulled over for being out past curfew, but she took dirt roads and cut her headlights for most of the drive and made it without being seen.

Every time she pulled up to his house, she was always in awe of how massive it was. For a small town in the midwest at least. She hopped out and jogged to his door, knocking a few times and hoping he would answer quickly. 

“You got here fast.” He greeted, quickly providing shelter from the chill outside.

“You sounded like you needed me here fast.” She gave him a once-over to make sure he wasn’t in any physical pain. “What’s wrong? Seriously, stop avoiding it.”

“I told you, I just needed company. This place is too big for just me.” He was trying to brush it off.

“Bullshit”

“I have leftover pizza if you’re hungry.” Steve turned on his heels, trying to put space between the two of them. Y/n caught up and caught his elbow, forcing him to turn and face her. The once light atmosphere cracked as their eyes met. Steve bit his lip.

“You invited me here for a reason, please, tell me.” She nearly begged.

“I keep having nightmares.” His voice was barely audible. “I can’t sleep without having them, and I thought for some reason having someone else here would help.” 

Y/n wordlessly wrapped her arms around his middle in a hug. Obviously, they had hugged before, but something here was different, more raw. He reciprocated, and they stood in silence for a few moments. 

“Let’s eat that pizza.” She let go first, heading toward his kitchen.

An hour passed, and she let out a loud yawn. She covered her mouth, but Steve had caught her.

“You can go to sleep,” His head nodded toward the stairs, “You know where my room is.”

“But the whole point of my being here is to help you. If I go to bed, what are you going to do?”

“Watch a movie, I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“I’ll go to bed if you come with me.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow as if the idea was outlandish.

“Yeah, don’t tell me Steve Harrington is afraid to get in bed with a girl.”

“I try to take the girl to dinner before going to bed with her.” He went along with the bit.

“This counts, doesn’t it?” She held up a pizza crust. 

“I suppose it does.”

Steve sat on the edge of the bed while Y/n got comfortable on the far side of the mattress. She huffed before sitting up and grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to lie down next to her.

“If you have a bad dream, I want you to wake me up, okay?” He nodded in agreement before switching his lamp off.

There was no telling how much time had passed, but Y/n woke up to the mattress moving slightly. She cracked her eyes open to see Steve sitting up, chest heaving.

“Hey,” She said softly with a hoarse voice, her hand running over his spine. “You’re okay, I’m here.”

“This is so embarrassing,” He mumbled.

“No, it’s not, I’m the only person here, and you don’t see me freaked out. We have lived through hell, literally. You can have a nightmare.” She looked towards his window, the sun starting to peek over the horizon and through the thick trees. “Come here”

She pried open his window and climbed out onto his roof with a small blanket. “What are you doing? You’re going to fall.” He walked across the room, poking his head out to see her, perched and wrapped in the blanket.

“Not if you come out here to make sure I don't.” She opened her arm, gesturing for him to sit with her. Reluctantly, he joined her. “You feeling better?” She asked, not looking away from the rising sun.

“Yeah, thank you.” 

Minutes passed in silence, a comfortable one, before Steve slowly wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” She smiled. She inched closer and rested her head on the front of his shoulder. “Is this okay?”

There was always a difference between her and Nancy Wheeler; you could tell when they stood next to each other. Nancy was so effortless, and Y/n was envious, no mal intent behind it, more a yearning to be like her. Y/n had an edge, a bite, a way people were drawn in with natural curiosity, and Steve had been very curious. 

The moment they began their relationship, Steve had stopped the strong-man competition with Jonathon over Nancy and had become any woman's dream. He was attentive and patient, never missing a beat if there was a bump in the road. However, everything that goes up must come down. 

Y/n sat beside Will on a couch as they listened to Robin rant about the last few shifts she and Steve had had at the video store. It was a group night, meaning everyone in the group who could show up would meet at Steve’s house just to hang out, play games, watch movies, catch up, whatever they wanted. 

“..and then the entire pile of tapes fell on him.” Robin laughed out, finishing a story. “Speaking of him, where is the rest of the group?” Robin took notice of the lack of people in the living room.

“I’ll go look for them.” Y/n hopped up, slipping on flip flops to go check outside first. 

She peeked out the glass door to the pool, seeing Dustin and Steve lounging on two chairs. Smiling to herself, she started the slide it open but stopped, listening to Steve talk. She tried not to eavesdrop, but hearing her name made her freeze.

“Of course I love Y/n. I have no regrets in our relationship; she’s amazing, but Nancy is Nancy. I’ve tried for years now to say she’s just a friend, but I can’t stop thinking about ‘what if’. You know what I mean, man?” She didn’t stick around to hear what Dustin had to say, running back through the house and finding the first room she could duck into.

She covered her mouth with her hand, afraid of what sob would come out if she didn’t stop herself. Of course, he still liked Nancy; what a fool she was to think she compared. Still, a sliver of hope inside her, that was now gone, told her Steve wanted her for a reason.

She sat there forever with every thought running through her mind, breaking a sweat. 

Finally rejoining the group, they had put on a movie, and the only open spot was next to Steve. She sank next to him as his arm reached around the back of the couch, around her.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“Yep”

“Sure, you don’t want to talk?

“Yeah, I’m good, promise.” 

The movie finally ended, and everyone began to scatter for the night. Y/n was just about to ask Jonathon for a ride home, but Steve swooped in first. He always gave her a ride home, so she slinked to his BMW without much hesitation. The car ride was silent. Y/n felt like she was droning, so even if she wanted to talk, she couldn’t muster up a sound. It wasn’t awkward; they often rode in silence, so he didn’t question anything. 

She sat elegantly on her surfboard out past the sandbar. It was the perfect morning for a surf but every morning was a good surf, Finnick had seen her out in the water nearly every day, only missing when it was raining. 

There were only three things he truly knew about her, she had won the 63rd games, she surfed, and she lived alone in the house at the end of the village. After his win, she had been the only person who did not welcome him to the victor village or say anything to him for that matter. He had asked others about her, but all they said was that when she arrived, it was the middle of the night, so nobody helped her move in. By the time they realized she was there, she had already disappeared into the darkness that seemed to linger around the house. Nobody ever came in or out other than her, they all assumed the worst of her family and didn’t ask, everyone copes differently after the games and if she chose to be alone what could they do about it?

He had seen her a few times outside the village, in the market, or at a party she was forced to go to by President Snow but she stayed away from any victor or anybody for that matter. Nobody seemed to acknowledge her at all, like she didn’t exist and it seemed like she wanted it exactly like that. Mags had been her mentor for her games and apparently the only person in 4 she had ever spoken to, unfortunately, Mags couldn’t tell Finnick about her. Even if she could, he would bet Mags wouldn’t share without her consent. She was pure mystery and he wanted to figure her out for some reason.

He watched her effortlessly paddle to get ahead of a wave and then stand up to ride it back to the shore. He could surf but it was clear she was on a different level. She shook her hair out as she carried her board towards where her bag sat, clear she had been in the water for a while already.

“Hey!” He called out, for the first time, why was he talking to her? He never did this, he probably looked like a stupid little boy right now. He had seen her every morning for this long and never said a thing, he was being so stupid.

Her head turned toward him slowly as she slung the bag over her shoulder, a subtle jut of her chin in response sent a shock through his body. She responded to him, she responded to him. He wasn’t sure what else she would do but he knew he was worthy of something from the one person he knew nothing of. 

By the time he came to, she was already walking in the other direction, down the beach closer to where her house sat. Finnick vowed to himself he would get to know the mysterious girl at the end of the street, even if she chose to be alone he didn’t think anyone deserved to not have someone to rely on.